My Husband Loves Watching Me Flirt With Strangers

She sits there, legs crossed, skirt riding up just enough to tease. Her husband’s instructions echo in my mind, a command to entice, to offer. ‘Yes, you can buy me a drink. My husband would love that.’ The words hang in the air, a challenge, an invitation. I can almost hear his voice, low and commanding, ‘Make her want it. Make her need it.’ And so, I approach, a willing participant in this dance of desire and degradation. The bar is dimly lit, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. Her eyes meet mine, a flicker of recognition, a spark of something more. She’s the star of this show, the center of attention, and I’m just the cuckold, the one who facilitates her pleasure. It’s a role I’ve grown to crave, to need. The thrill of watching her, of knowing she’s mine to share, to offer up like a prize. And she knows it, can see it in my eyes, the hunger, the desperation. She leans in, her voice a sultry whisper, ‘What are you waiting for? Buy me a drink, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you watch.’

Midnight at the Bar: A Cuckold’s Offering

The night is young, and the possibilities are endless. I order her drink, a slow, deliberate motion, each second stretching out, a prelude to the main event. She takes it, her fingers brushing mine, a spark of electricity. Her husband’s words are a constant hum in my mind, a reminder of my place, my purpose. ‘Make her happy. Make her feel desired.’ And so, I do, pouring all my attention, all my devotion into this moment. She sips, her eyes never leaving mine, a silent promise of more. The bar fades away, the world narrowing down to just the two of us, her and me, and the unspoken rules of our game. I’m the cuckold, the one who serves, who pleases, who watches. And she’s the queen, the one who commands, who teases, who takes. It’s a role I’ve come to embrace, to revel in. The thrill of submission, the rush of her pleasure, it’s intoxicating. And as the night wears on, I know I’ll do anything, be anything, to keep her satisfied. Her husband’s voice is a distant echo, a reminder of the power dynamic, the unspoken rules. But in this moment, it’s just her and me, and the promise of a night filled with desire and degradation. The night is a blur of drinks and whispers, of stolen glances and unspoken promises. I’m her willing servant, her devoted cuckold, and she’s the star, the one who shines brightest in this world of shadows. Her husband’s instructions are a distant memory, replaced by the reality of her presence, her allure. I’m lost in her, in the game we play, the roles we’ve chosen. And as the night draws to a close, I know I’ll do it all again, and again, and again. For her. For the thrill. For the rush of being her cuckold, her devoted servant, her willing participant in this dance of desire and degradation. It’s a role I’ve come to love, to crave, to need. And as I watch her leave, a final glance over her shoulder, a promise of more, I know I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. In her world, her game, her pleasure. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.