Cuckold’s Delight: My Wife’s Plaid-Shirt Tease

I’m sitting here, heart pounding, as I read her message. ‘I’m leaving the office soon, meet me at the house. I want you to fuck me from behind while I suck my husband’s cock.’ The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I can almost hear her voice, sultry and demanding. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. The image of her, half-naked in that plaid shirt, her massive tits spilling out of her bra, is seared into my mind. Her nipples are hard, begging for attention. I can almost feel the weight of her breasts in my hands, the softness of her skin against mine. But I know it’s not for me. It’s for him. The bull. The one who gets to claim her, to take what’s rightfully his. I’m just the cuckold, the one who gets to watch, to serve, to clean up after. The thought of her sucking his cock while I’m inside her, filling her with my seed, makes my dick ache. I’m hard, painfully so, but it’s a hollow feeling. I’m just a tool for her pleasure, a warm-up act for the main event. And I fucking love it. I hate it. I need it. I’m her cuckold, her plaything, her dirty little secret. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. But god, the wait is killing me. Every second feels like an eternity as I anticipate her arrival, her command, her use of my body for her pleasure. I’m her cuckold, and I’m ready to serve.