But there I was, pretending to sleep on the sofa, my heart pounding as I watched her through half-closed eyes. She’s got that lace thong pulled to the side, her fingers gripping the strap like it’s the last thing keeping her sane. Her pussy, pink and glistening, is on full display, lips slightly parted, begging for attention. I can almost hear her thoughts, ‘Does he know I’m doing this? Does he know I’m so fucking wet for him?’ Her hand, with those white-painted nails, is poised, ready to dive in, to explore every inch of her needy cunt. And I’m here, a cuckold in my own home, watching my wife play this dangerous game with her friend. ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,’ they said, and now she’s showing me everything, every fucking inch of her desire. It’s a fucking torture, knowing she’s doing this for someone else, knowing she’s so goddamn turned on by the thought of another man. But I can’t look away, can’t stop the ache in my chest, the throb in my cock. She’s a fucking tease, a slut for attention, and I’m her willing victim, trapped in this twisted dance of desire and denial.
