Memory floods back, vivid and raw. It’s the way she looks at me, that mix of defiance and desire. Her hair pulled back, exposing her neck, her shoulders bare in that lacy white bra. The kitchen light catches her skin, making it glow. She’s standing there, legs straight, midriff exposed, and I can’t help but imagine the hands of another man on her curves. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. I’m the cuckold, the one who stays, who watches, who encourages. And it’s killing me, this slow burn of jealousy and arousal.
Her Smile, My Torment
Her smile is what gets me. It’s a challenge, a dare.





YOU'RE
You could start by fucking my black boss this weekend honey.