I’m sitting here, heart pounding, as I watch her on the couch, that blue bra barely containing her big, round tits. She’s looking right at me, a smirk on her lips, and I know she’s thinking about him. The guy she’s been fantasizing about, the one I’m supposed to share her with. I can see it in her eyes, the hunger, the need. She’s not just posing for me; she’s doing it for him. And I’m here, a fucking cuckold, getting off on the fact that my wife wants to be fucked by another man. I should be angry, but I’m not. I’m hard as a rock, imagining her spread out, begging for his cock, while I sit here, jerking off to the thought of her being used. It’s a hot fantasy, but I’m not sure I can handle it in real life. Not sure I can watch her get fucked by someone else and not lose my mind. But here I am, getting off on it, because that’s what a cuckold does. We get off on our wives’ pleasure, even if it means sharing them with the world.