The weight of his body on mine, the smell of his sweat mingling with the musk of sex, it’s a sensation that never gets old. I’m a whore, his whore, and I love every fucking minute of it. The stranger’s cock, thick and hard, slides in and out of me with a rhythm that’s almost hypnotic. My husband watches, his face a mix of humiliation and desire, as I take this man’s dick like the slut I am. It’s a power trip, knowing he’s powerless to stop it, that he’s forced to watch as another man fucks his wife.
What Does It Feel Like to Be a Cuckold’s Dream?
The bed creaks beneath us, the crisscross pattern of the blanket a stark contrast to the raw, primal scene unfolding. My tits bounce with each thrust, one nipple hard and exposed, begging for attention. The stranger’s hands grip my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounds me deeper, harder. I can feel his cock hitting that sweet spot inside, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My husband’s eyes are glued to the sight, his face a mask of torment and arousal. He knows he’s watching his wife get fucked by a stranger, and there’s nothing he can do about it. It’s a fucking beautiful sight.The stranger’s smile is wicked, a promise of more to come. He knows he’s in control, that he’s the one giving me what I need. My husband’s smile, on the other hand, is a mix of pain and pleasure. He’s a cuckold, my cuckold, and he knows it. The way his eyes roam over my body, taking in every inch of skin, every curve, every mark left by the stranger’s hands, it’s a sight that makes me wetter. I’m his slut, his whore, and I love every fucking minute of it. The stranger’s cock throbs inside me, and I know he’s close. My husband’s face is a picture of agony as he watches the stranger come undone inside his wife. It’s a fucking masterpiece, a symphony of humiliation and desire.

