Cuckold’s Torment: Watching Her Ecstasy

The sensation of her moans vibrating through the bed, his body pressed against hers, is almost too much. I can feel the tension building, her legs trembling beneath him. She’s so close, her breath hitching as she begs for more. ‘Oh! Das trifft genau den richtigen Punkt! Hör bloß nicht auf! Ich komme gleich!’ And there he is, my wife’s lover, David, his body moving with a rhythm that’s both hypnotic and torturous. I watch as his fingers trace her skin, teasing, promising. She’s lost in it, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. I can almost taste her desire, it’s so thick in the air.

Midnight Confession

But it’s not just the physical that’s overwhelming. It’s the knowledge that she’s mine, yet she’s giving herself to him so completely. Her words, her moans, they’re all for him. ‘Ich spüre, wie es sich aufbaut! Steck mir einen Finger in den Po, David, dann komme ich noch intensiver.’ Her voice is a plea, a command, and he obeys, his fingers slipping inside her, making her cry out.

Her Intensity

The room is filled with the sounds of their passion, the bed creaking, her moans, his grunts. It’s a symphony of lust, and I’m the conductor, watching, waiting, aching. Her body arches, her back pressing against his chest, and I know she’s close. So close. Her orgasm is building, a wave about to crash, and I can only imagine the intensity of it. She’s going to come, and it’s going to be spectacular. Her pleasure, her release, it’s all for him. And I’m here, watching, wanting, needing. It’s a torment, a pleasure, a pain that’s uniquely mine.