I can’t help but imagine the way her tight dress clings to her curves, the zipper down her spine teasing me with what’s underneath. She’s been out, doing God knows what, and I’m here, waiting, my cock hard and aching for her. ‘Tell me you want me to be bad,’ she said, her voice a sultry whisper in my ear. ‘Tell me you want me to do bad things.’ And when she gets home, she’ll tell me just how bad she’s been, and I’ll be here, her obedient cuck, ready to clean up her mess. The thought of it, of her being with someone else, of her coming home to me, used and satisfied, makes my heart race and my cock throb. I’m her dirty little secret, her cuckold, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.