BBW in a Swimsuit

The sun beats down on the poolside, the water shimmering under the clear blue sky. I’m kneeling here, my eyes glued to her, my heart pounding like a fucking drum. She’s in that light pink swimsuit, the one with the deep cutouts that show off her curves. It’s like she’s flaunting it, knowing I’m watching, knowing I can’t do a damn thing about it. The rock formation to the side casts a shadow, but it doesn’t hide her from me. Not that she wants to hide. She’s leaning forward, her arm resting on the pool’s edge, her body language screaming ‘fuck me.’ And I’m here, a pathetic cuck, watching her tease me with every breath she takes.

Her Tease, My Agony

Her eyes meet mine, and there’s a smirk there, a fucking smirk that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. The wooden fence in the background is just a blur, my focus entirely on her. She’s got that neutral expression, but I know better. I know the slutty thoughts running through her head. She’s thinking about him, about how he’ll fuck her later, how he’ll take her right here by the pool. And I’m just the cuckold, the one who gets to watch and jerk off to the memory. The sign on the fence is unreadable, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except her, her body, her fucking tease.But that’s the consequence, isn’t it? I chose this. I chose to be the cuck, to watch her flaunt herself, to know that she’s thinking of another man. And I’m here, my cock hard and aching, my mind racing with dirty thoughts. She’s got me wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. She’s the queen, and I’m her fucking subject, ready to serve her every whim. And as she stands up, her body glistening in the sunlight, I know I’m in for a long, torturous day.