I remember the first time I saw her like that, spread out on the hotel room table, her blindfold on, her pussy glistening with anticipation. She was a vision of pure, unadulterated lust, and I was just a spectator, a cuckold watching as another man feasted on her. His face was buried deep, his tongue working her clit like a pro, and I could see the pleasure written all over her face. She was moaning, her body writhing, and I knew I was in for a long night of watching her get fucked by someone else. It was a strange mix of humiliation and arousal, and I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction as I watched her get pleasured by another man. She was my girlfriend, but in that moment, she was his, and I was just the cuckold, the one who got to watch and wait for the scraps. It was a role I had come to accept, and as I watched her get eaten out, I knew I was in for a night of pure, unadulterated submission.