The anklet jangles with each thrust, a metallic symphony to her moans. She’s a cum slut, my wife, riding the bull with reckless abandon. His cock, bigger than mine, stretches her wide, and she takes it all, begging for more. Her texts from earlier flash in my mind, ‘He’s going to fuck me so hard, baby.’ And here she is, living up to her promise, her words echoing in my head as her body sways with his rhythm. I’m just a cuck, watching from the shadows, my cock hard but useless, as she gets what she needs from another man.
Her Whispers of Pleasure
Her whispers of pleasure are like a knife, cutting through my insecurities. ‘Fuck me harder,’ she gasps, and he obliges, his hips slamming against her ass. The sound of skin on skin, the jingle of her anklet, the wetness of her desire—it’s a cacophony of her satisfaction. She’s a wife sharing, a slut in heat, and I’m the cuckold, the one who set this all in motion. Her texts, her tips, her gifs—all leading to this moment. She’s living her fantasy, and I’m here, watching, my cock aching, as she rides the bull to her climax.






