The memory of that day still makes my cock twitch. It was a yoga class, for fuck’s sake. Lauren, my hotwife, was bent over, her tight ass in the air, and I was right there, inches away, watching her stretch. She knew exactly what she was doing, the little slut. The butt plug was a clear message, a fucking neon sign saying ‘I’m ready to be filled, and not by you, cuck.’
Bent Over and Begging
And there she was, my wife, practically begging for it. The way she moved, the way she looked at him, it was like she was saying, ‘Fuck me, please, fuck me hard.’ I could see his bulge, could see the hunger in his eyes. He was gonna take her, and there was nothing I could do about it. That’s the thing about being a cuck, you watch, you wait, and you jack off to the thought of her getting pounded by another man.
Ripped and Ready
Minutes after class, she was at his place. I can still picture it, her clothes ripped off, her body exposed and ready. He didn’t waste any time, just tore into her like the animal he was. And she loved it, fuck, did she love it. The sounds, the moans, the way she screamed his name—it was a symphony of her pleasure, a fucking orchestra of her satisfaction. I was left with my hand and my humiliation, a perfect combination for a cuck like me. But that’s the game, isn’t it? The thrill of the chase, the agony of the wait, and the ecstasy of the release. Lauren knows how to play it, and I’m just along for the ride, jacking off to the memory of her getting fucked by someone else. It’s a fucked-up life, but it’s ours, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
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