Memory floods back as I recall the moment I saw her like that. Her ass, barely covered by those beige shorts, pressed against the wall. The way her black heels accentuated her legs, making her look even more irresistible. It’s a sight that haunts me, the way she stands there, inviting, ready for anyone who wants to take her. And I know, deep down, that’s exactly what she wants. She’s a slut, my slut, and she’s here for one reason only. To be used, to be groped, to be fucked by whoever wants her. It’s a reality I can’t escape, a truth I can’t deny. She’s my wife, but she’s also a cum slut, a cheater, a bottomless whore who loves every minute of it. And I’m the cuckold, the one who watches, who waits, who knows that her ass and pussy belong to the world now.
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But it’s not just about the physical act. It’s about the power, the control, the way she surrenders to her desires. She leans against the wall, her body language screaming for attention, for touch, for a cock to fill her. And I’m there, watching, knowing that I’m not enough for her. That she needs more, needs others. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, but it’s one I take every time. Because in the end, it’s not about me. It’s about her, about her needs, her wants, her insatiable hunger. And I’m just the cuckold, the one who stands by, who watches, who knows that her ass and pussy are always ready, always available, always on display for anyone who wants to take them. It’s a harsh truth, but it’s my truth, and I live with it every day.
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