I remember the night vividly. The couch, the lace bra, her legs crossed in that teasing way. She was wearing the bra I bought, the one she said was for me, but now I know it was for him. Her words echo in my mind, ‘Do you like it? You want to cum all over it?’ I can almost hear her voice, the slight smile on her face, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief. She was playing a dangerous game, and I was the unwitting pawn. The thought of his hands on her, his cock hard and ready, makes my stomach churn. Yet, there’s a twisted thrill in knowing she’s wearing something I chose, something that’s now a part of their forbidden pleasure. The image of her, half-dressed, the black stockings, the thong—it’s all a vivid reminder of the line she’s crossed. And now, I’m left with the memory, the knowledge, and the lingering question: did she enjoy it more because it was a secret, a betrayal, or because it was me, her husband, who unwittingly played a part in her dirty little game?
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