Cuckold’s Humiliation: Watching Her Get Stripped

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“urg Hubby darling, am ready for my bull. I know how eagerly you are waiting for him to strip me naked in front of you, Cuckold.”
The anticipation is killing me. I stand here, a mere spectator, as my wife, the slut I married, prepares to be fucked by another man. Her words echo in my mind, ‘I know how eagerly you are waiting for him to strip me naked in front of you, cuckold.’ The room is dimly lit, the light filtering through the windows casting shadows that dance across her body. She’s already half-naked, her underwear and shirt barely covering her. I can see the reflection of the train outside, its steady rhythm a mocking reminder of the train of thoughts racing through my head.

The Cuckold’s Torment

I watch as she turns slightly, her body language screaming her eagerness. The tiled floor beneath her feet is cold, but her skin is flushed with anticipation. The window seats under the windows are empty, but my mind is filled with the images of what’s about to happen. The door with its glass fittings and metal fixtures is closed, trapping me in this room with my slutty wife and her impending bull. I can almost hear the sound of her clothes being torn off, the rustle of fabric as it falls to the floor. Her body, so familiar to me, will soon be explored by another man, and I’ll be forced to watch, my cock hard and useless in my pants.The psychological weight of this moment is crushing. I’m a cuckold, a pathetic man who gets off on watching his wife get fucked by a real man. The room, with its historical charm, feels like a prison, a stage set for my humiliation. The objects on the windowsills, the architectural details, they all blur into the background as I focus on her. Her body, her movements, her every breath is a testament to her desire, a desire that excludes me. I’m here, a silent observer, a cuckold, waiting for the bull to arrive and claim what’s rightfully his. The train outside continues its journey, oblivious to the torment unfolding inside this room.

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