“Die beiden Kerle, die du für deine heiße Frau organisiert hattest, fesselten dich unerwartet und brutal an einen Küchenstuhl, gingen ins Schlafzimmer und schlossen die Tür ab. Zwei Stunden lang vögelten sie deine Frau in jeder erdenklichen Stellung und kamen unzählige Male. Sie stöhnte, wimmerte und weinte sogar. Doch kein einziges Mal bat sie sie aufzuhören. Sie verlor buchstäblich das Bewusstsein vor völliger Erschöpfung. Sie lachten dich nur aus, als sie gingen, dein harter, pochender Schwanz immer noch triefend vor Erregung, gefesselt an den Stuhl. Sei nicht sauer, aber deine geliebte Frau hat gerade ihren größten Traum erlebt.”
The kitchen chair creaked under my weight as I sat there, bound and helpless. The two studs you had arranged for your hotwife had tied me up with a brutal efficiency, their laughter echoing in my ears as they locked the bedroom door behind them. I could hear the muffled sounds of pleasure and pain, the rhythmic thumping of the bed against the wall, and the occasional cry of ecstasy from my wife. Two hours of relentless fucking, in every position imaginable, and she never once asked them to stop. Her moans and whimpers were a symphony of submission, a testament to her deepest desires. **The Cuckold’s Torment** The images are a collage of intimacy and betrayal. In the top left, a leopard-print top and black underwear hint at the seduction, the naked embrace from behind a stark reminder of my place. The top right mirrors this, the second person’s naked form pressed against the first, a silent declaration of dominance. The bottom left shows a shift in power, one prone, the other on top, a raw display of control. The bottom right captures the essence of it all: a tattooed arm wrapped possessively, a symbol of ownership. The text below the images is a cruel echo of my reality: ‘She literally passed out from complete mental and physical exhaustion.’ The final blow: ‘They simply laughed at you as they left, your hard, throbbing dick leaking, still tied to the chair.’ The memory of their laughter still stings, a bitter reminder of my humiliation. My wife’s cries of pleasure were a knife twisting in my gut, each one a testament to her satisfaction and my failure. The images capture the raw, unfiltered truth of that night. The leopard-print top, the black underwear, the naked embraces—each detail a piece of a puzzle that spells out my degradation. The text beneath the photos is a harsh reality check: ‘Don’t be mad but your loving wife just experienced her biggest fantasy.’ It’s a fantasy that left me bound, hard, and humiliated, a cuckold in every sense of the word.
Cuckold Is Humiliated as His Hotiwfe Experiences Her Biggest Fantasy
The two BBC studs you had arranged for your hotwife, unexpectedly and forcefully, tied you to a kitchen chair and then went in and locked the bedroom door. For the next two hours, they fucked her in EVERY position imaginable and came countless times. She moaned, groaned, whimpered and even cried. However, NOT ONCE did … Continue reading Cuckold Is Humiliated as His Hotiwfe Experiences Her Biggest Fantasy
Betrayal in the Shadows: A Hotwife’s Night of Submission
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What Does It Feel Like to Watch Your Wife With Another Man?
I’ve been living this reality for two years now, watching my wife with another man. It’s a strange mix of emotions, a cocktail of jealousy and arousal that I can’t quite describe. The image captures a moment of intimacy, a close embrace that speaks volumes about the dynamics at play. It’s not just about the … Continue reading What Does It Feel Like to Watch Your Wife With Another Man?
The words ‘Öffentliches Verkehrsmittel’ echo in my mind, a cruel reminder of my place. I’m the cuck, the pathetic husband who watches his wife parade around like a slut, flaunting her body for anyone to see. The image of her, half-naked in the woods, is seared into my brain. She’s a fucking tease, a whore … Continue reading Humiliation in the Woods
I’m lying here, my body pressed against the cool sheets, the weight of him on top of me. His hands roam over my skin, exploring every curve, every inch. I can feel his cock, hard and insistent, against my thigh. The yellow blanket beneath us is a stark contrast to the darkness of the room, … Continue reading Cuckold’s Reality: Her Husband’s Awakening
As I sit here, my mind races with the images of her, my wife, in the throes of passion. The photographs capture moments that are both intimate and distant, a reminder of the pleasure she finds in the arms of another. Each image is a snapshot of a story I’m not a part of, yet … Continue reading The Cuckold’s Dilemma: Watching Her Pleasure
I stare at the collage, each image a stab to my heart. The bathroom mirror reflects her naked body, her phone in hand, capturing every angle. I see the door, the familiar tiles, and the harsh reality of her betrayal. She’s not just taking selfies; she’s documenting her infidelity, each photo a testament to her … Continue reading Betrayal in the Mirror: Cuckold’s Reflection
I’m lying here, my back exposed to the warm sun, the cool breeze brushing against my skin. The light blue briefs I’m wearing feel tight, almost constricting, as I try to ignore the reality unfolding around me. My wife, her sun-kissed skin glistening, is leaning over me, her head close to my shoulder. I can … Continue reading Balcony Encounter: The Cuckold’s Reality
