My Husband's Gift: Lingerie for Her Bull's Cock

This narrative is a raw, unfiltered glimpse into the mind of a cuckold. I sit here, my heart pounding, as I stare at the image of my wife in that fucking lace teddy. She’s got this smirk on her face, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. The way her tits spill out of that black lace, nipples hard and begging for attention. It’s like she’s daring me to watch, to imagine her boyfriend’s hands all over her body. And the other woman, her friend, they’re pressed together, tits out, smirking at the camera. It’s a fucking power play, and I’m the pathetic cuckold watching from the sidelines.

Her Lace, My Humiliation

I bought her that lingerie, thinking it would be a surprise for our next date night. But no, she wore it for him. The thought of her boyfriend unraveling that lace, exposing her tits, makes my stomach churn. She’s a fucking slut, and she knows it. The way she looks at me, like she’s taunting me with her pleasure. I’m just a tool for her, a way to spice up her fuck sessions with her boyfriend. And I let her. I fucking let her because I’m weak, because I can’t resist the thought of her getting off on another man. It’s a sick game, and I’m the fucking pawn.