Caught in the Act: Husband’s Shock as Wife Pleases the Client

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The moment she walked in, I knew it was over. My wife, the blonde bombshell, had that look in her eyes—one of pure, unadulterated lust. She was dressed to kill, her dark wrap barely covering her curves, and I could see the hunger in her gaze. The stranger, some slick businessman in a suit, was all over her like a rash. I stood there, frozen, as she lay on the table, her legs spread wide, inviting him in. The humiliation was thick, choking me, but I couldn’t look away. Her mouth was already on him, sucking him off like a pro, and I could hear the wet sounds of her slurping him down. It was a scene straight out of my worst nightmares, but I was powerless to stop it.

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The feeling is indescribable. It’s a mix of rage, jealousy, and a twisted sense of arousal. I watched as she took him deeper, her head bobbing up and down, her hands gripping his thighs. The stranger’s face was a mask of pleasure, and I could see the satisfaction in my wife’s eyes. She was enjoying this, relishing the power she had over both of us. I was just a spectator, a cuckold, forced to watch as she pleasured another man. The room was filled with the sounds of her sucking and the occasional moan from the stranger. It was a symphony of humiliation, and I was the only one who could hear it.As she swallowed the last drops of his seed, I felt a strange sense of relief. It was over, but the memory would haunt me forever. The stranger zipped up his pants, gave her a satisfied smirk, and walked out, leaving us alone. My wife lay there, her body glistening with sweat, a smug smile on her face. She knew she had won, that she had broken me. I stood there, a broken man, wondering how I could ever look at her the same way again. The room was silent, but the echoes of her actions lingered, a constant reminder of my humiliation and her triumph.

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