My Slut Wife Teases Another Man's Cock While I Watch

Her fingers dance around my crotch, teasing the fabric of my underwear. I can feel the heat of her breath, the weight of her gaze. She’s not just touching me; she’s claiming me, marking me as her cuck. Her eyes, they’re hungry, ravenous, feasting on the sight of my soft cock. She knows I’m watching, knows I’m powerless to stop her. And she fucking loves it. Her hand moves with a mind of its own, tracing the outline of my dick, teasing it to life. I’m a puppet, and she’s the master, pulling my strings, making me dance to her tune. She’s the slut, the whore, and I’m the cuck, her willing plaything. Her lips part, a soft moan escaping as she leans in, her breath hot on my skin. She’s not just playing with my dick; she’s playing with my mind, my soul. She’s the one in control, and I’m just along for the ride, a spectator in my own humiliation. Her hand moves faster, more insistent, and I can feel the blood rushing to my cock, betraying me, hardening under her touch. She smiles, a wicked, knowing smile, and I know I’m lost, utterly and completely at her mercy. Her mercy, her desire, her fucking whim. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s my wife, my slut, my everything. And I’m her cuck, her willing, eager cuck.