Bathroom Confession: His Cock Was Bigger and Better

I’m standing here, my heart pounding, as I watch her in the bathroom mirror, her blonde hair cascading down her back, her small, perky tits visible from the side, her round ass hugged by that thin thong. She’s looking at me, her eyes filled with a mix of defiance and desire, and I can’t help but feel the sting of her words, ‘Geez…how many times to you want me to say it, his dick was bigger and it felt better than yours!’ I’m gripping my cock, trying to ignore the ache in my chest, the humiliation that’s threatening to consume me. She’s my hotwife, and I’m her cuckold, and this is our reality. I can see the satisfaction in her eyes, the way she’s enjoying this power she holds over me, and I know I’m just a pawn in her game. But as I watch her, I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of arousal, a perverse pleasure in my own submission. I’m her cuckold, and I’ll do anything to keep her happy, even if it means swallowing my pride and accepting that his cock is bigger, that it feels better. I’m her cuckold, and I’ll always be her cuckold.