I’m standing here, my heart pounding, as I stare at the bikini top clinging to her curves. ‘Babe, are you sure this top isn’t too small?’ I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. The thought of her out there, every guy’s eyes glued to her tits, makes my stomach churn. But there’s a twisted thrill in it too, a sickening mix of jealousy and desire. She’s gonna be the center of attention, and I’m just the cuckold watching from the sidelines, my cock hard and aching with humiliation.
Confession: The Swimwear Dilemma
And she knows it. She fucking loves it. ‘Everyone’s going to be staring at my tits!’ she says, a smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes sparkle with mischief, daring me to object. But I can’t. I’m trapped in this role, the cuckold husband, watching as she flaunts her body, knowing that every man wants a piece of her. It’s a sick game, but it’s ours. And as I watch her slip into the bikini, I can’t help but wonder if this is the moment she decides to take it all the way, to let someone else have a taste of what’s mine. The thought makes me want to puke, but my cock is rock hard, betraying me, wanting it too. It’s a fucked-up dance, and I’m just the cuckold in the shadows, watching it all unfold.
