Cuckold’s Humiliation: Watching Her Get Fucked in the Art Room

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The humiliation is a living, breathing thing, a monster that gnaws at my insides as I stand here, fully clothed, a silent witness to her pleasure. The room, an art studio, is filled with the scent of paint and the echoes of her moans. She’s barely dressed, a strapless bodysuit and leggings, her bare feet barely touching the floor as she leans into him, a stranger, a conqueror. I’m holding a brush, a useless tool in my hand, a pathetic attempt to feel like I belong here. But I don’t. I’m just the cuckold, the one who watches, who waits, who endures.

The Weight of Her Betrayal

Her body is pressed against his, her white object—a canvas, perhaps—clutched to her chest, a shield against the world, but not against him. He’s fucking her with his eyes, and she’s letting him. The posters on the walls, the oblong objects with handles, they’re all just props in this twisted play. I’m the only one who sees the truth: she’s a whore, a slut, and she’s loving every minute of it. The German text on the wall,

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