I’m sitting here, listening to the shower running, knowing that my wife is in there, getting ready for her date. The kids are still asleep, and I’m left with the reality that my wife’s morning is about to be filled with pleasure that I can’t provide. I can hear her humming, a sound that usually brings a smile to my face, but today it’s a reminder of what’s to come. She’s going to be fucked by another man, and I’m going to be left here, a cuckold, waiting for her to return. The thought of her moans, her screams of pleasure, echoes in my mind as I sit here, powerless, knowing that I’m not enough for her. I’m just the man who takes care of the kids, the one who waits at home, while she gets to live out her fantasies. And as I hear the water turn off, I know that my day is about to be filled with the sounds of her ecstasy, a symphony of her satisfaction that I can only listen to, never participate in.
I would like to f*** you