The sound of her laughter echoes in my mind, a mix of amusement and triumph. ‘I can’t believe you want to kiss me with his cum,’ she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. It’s a fantasy, a game we play, but the reality is always more intense. Watching her suck his cock, seeing the pleasure on her face, it’s a humiliation I’ve grown to crave. I don’t regret it, not really. There’s a strange thrill in knowing she’s mine, even as she belongs to him in those moments. And now, here she is, smiling with his essence on her face, her body. She’s proud, almost gloating. ‘You didn’t regret it at all?’ she teases, knowing full well the answer. I can’t help but smile back, a twisted sense of pride swelling within me. She’s my cum slut, my hotwife, and I’m her cuckold. It’s a dynamic that binds us, a secret we share with the world.
The Bedroom Revelation
The bedroom is our stage, a private sanctuary where our fantasies play out. The striped pillow, the orange flowers on the side table, they’re all part of the set. She sits there, her chest exposed, a vision of both vulnerability and power. The natural light filters in, casting a warm glow over her skin, highlighting the white substance that marks her. It’s a sight that both humiliates and excites me, a reminder of my place and her pleasure. I can’t wait to tell my friends I’m dating a cum slut,’ she muses, her eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘Maybe I’ll invite them to watch.’ The thought sends a shiver down my spine. It’s a fantasy, a game, but it’s real. It’s our reality, and I’m a willing participant. I’m her cuckold, and I’ll always forgive her for the facials from bigger cocks. It’s who we are, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.





