A Cuckold’s Evening: Wife’s Tease and Pleasure

She’s on her knees, leaning over him, her body partially exposed. The dim light from the TV casts shadows across her skin, highlighting the curves of her back. Her husband, my best friend, lies beneath her, his eyes closed, a mix of submission and anticipation on his face. She’s teasing him, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, her breath hot against his ear. ‘You like this, don’t you?’ she whispers, her voice a sultry promise. He nods, his cock already hard, straining against his underwear. She smiles, a wicked curve of her lips, and leans down to kiss him, her tongue exploring his mouth. I watch from the corner, my own cock throbbing, knowing that tonight, she’s the one in control. And I’m just the cuckold, watching, waiting, wanting.

His Wife’s Command

Her commands are clear, her voice firm. ‘Touch yourself,’ she orders, her eyes never leaving his. He complies, his hand slipping into his underwear, his fingers wrapping around his shaft. She watches, her own hand sliding between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. ‘Faster,’ she demands, her hips moving in rhythm with his strokes. I can see the pleasure building in both of them, the tension in their bodies, the flush of their skin. She’s in charge, her power over him absolute. And I’m here, a silent witness, my own pleasure building, my cock aching for release. But I know better than to touch myself without permission. That’s her call, her decision. And I’m just the cuckold, obeying, desiring, fulfilling her every wish.