I watch as my husband’s hands grip my wife’s round, perky ass, his fingers digging into her flesh. She’s wearing that white lace thong, the one that barely covers her pussy, and I can see the outline of her asshole through the thin fabric. I’m sitting here, my cock hard and aching, as I imagine what he’s going to do to her. I know he wants to fuck her, to make her scream his name, and I’m here to watch, to be his cuckold. I can feel the jealousy and the excitement mixing in my gut, a twisted cocktail of emotions that only gets stronger as I watch his hands roam over her body. I’m his slut, his cuckold, and I love every second of it.