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The husband’s mind races, a whirlwind of jealousy and arousal as he watches his wife, her massive tits barely contained, lying on the bed. Her smile, that fucking smile, is directed at the man kneeling beside her, his hands roaming her body with a familiarity that stabs at the husband’s heart. The room, a stage for his humiliation, is filled with the scent of her perfume and the man’s cologne, a mix that makes his stomach churn. He’s aware of every inch of her body, the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the way her nipples harden under the other man’s touch. It’s a sight that both torments and excites him, a cruel reminder of his place in this twisted dynamic.
When Her Eyes Meet His
Her eyes, those fucking eyes, meet his for a split second, a flash of something—pity, triumph, or maybe just raw lust. He can’t tell, and that uncertainty gnaws at him. The man beside her, his hands now cupping her massive tits, leans in to whisper something in her ear. She laughs, a sound that cuts through the husband like a knife. He knows that laugh, knows the way it ends in a moan when she’s truly enjoying herself. The husband’s cock throbs, a traitorous response to the scene unfolding before him. He’s hard, painfully so, and he hates himself for it. The power imbalance is clear, and he’s the one left on the outside, watching as his wife is worshipped by another man.
The Weight of Her Desire
The weight of her desire is palpable, a force that pulls him in and pushes him away. He can see it in the way she arches her back, offering herself to the man’s touch. Her body, so familiar to him, is now a landscape of pleasure for someone else. The husband’s mind drifts to the countless times they’ve been in this position, him watching, her enjoying. It’s a cycle of humiliation and arousal, a loop he can’t escape. The man’s hands, larger and darker, contrast sharply with her pale skin. He can almost feel the roughness of those hands, the strength in those fingers as they tease her nipples, roll them between thumb and forefinger. The husband’s breath catches, a mix of envy and longing. He knows he should look away, but he can’t. He’s trapped, a willing prisoner to her desires and his own twisted needs.
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