Cuckold's Shower: Washing Away the Gang Bang

The warm water cascades down my back, but it’s not enough to wash away the weight of her betrayal. She’s in there, scrubbing herself clean, trying to erase the evidence of the gang bang. I can almost hear her thoughts, wondering how she became such a slut, how she could hide this from me. Two of the guys were my friends, for fuck’s sake. The shower’s steam clouds the mirror, blurring the reflection of her naked body, but not the image of her with them, her moans echoing in my mind. And there she is, standing under the spray, her body glistening with water and soap, trying to wash away the dried cum. She’s a mess, a fucking mess, and I’m the cuckold left to pick up the pieces. Her hands move over her skin, but she can’t scrub away the memory of their hands on her, their cocks in her. She’s a whore, my whore, and she knows it. The water runs down her legs, carrying away the evidence, but not the truth. She’s a slut, and I’m the cuckold who loves her.

Hiding the Truth in the Shower

She’s got to be wondering how long she can keep this up, how long before I find out. The shower’s a safe space, a place to hide, but not for long. The water’s getting cold, and so is her resolve. She’s gotta face me, face the truth. And I’ve gotta face her, face the fact that she’s a slut, and I’m the cuckold who can’t stop loving her. The shower’s a temporary escape, but reality’s waiting, and it’s a bitch.