I remember that night at the party, the way you pulled her dress up just enough to tease those around us. Your hands were firm, your grip possessive, as you drew her close, letting everyone catch a glimpse of her ass. It was like you wanted them to see, to know that she was yours to expose. The way you smirked, the way your eyes gleamed with mischief, it was clear you were enjoying every second of their reactions. And me? I was just there, watching, feeling the sting of humiliation and the twist of arousal in my gut. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you loved every minute of it. The way you whispered in her ear, the way you guided her movements, it was all a show, a performance for our audience. And I was just a spectator, a cuckold in the shadows, watching as you flaunted her body, as you made her your plaything for the night. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered exposure, and I was powerless to stop it, powerless to do anything but watch and feel the weight of my submission.

