Her ass is bare, round, and firm, just begging to be grabbed. I watch as his hand slides under her dress, fingers digging into her flesh. The cityscape blurs as I focus on his wristwatch, ticking away the seconds of my humiliation. She doesn’t even flinch, just stands there, her long dark hair cascading down her back, oblivious to my torment. I’m a cuckold, a pathetic beta watching another man fondle my wife’s ass in broad daylight. Her skirt rides up, exposing more of her creamy skin, and I can almost feel his grip on my own body, a phantom pain of jealousy and desire. She carries a black shoulder bag with studs, a stark contrast to the softness of her skin and the hardness of his touch. I’m invisible, a ghost in this scene, my presence meaningless as he claims what’s mine.