Her tits are barely contained in that black strapless top, the fabric stretching tight across her perky mounds. I can almost feel the weight of them in my hands, but they’re not mine to touch tonight. Not while she’s on display, flaunting her body for every man in this place. I watch as she leans in, her cleavage spilling out, and whispers something to the guy next to her. His eyes widen, and I know she’s got him hooked. She’s a fucking master at this game, knowing exactly how to make a man hard with just a glance, a touch. And I’m here, pouring her a cocktail, playing the part of the obedient husband. My cock strains against my pants, aching with need, but I know it’s not for me. It’s for her, for the men she teases, for the power she wields over us all. She takes the glass from me, her fingers brushing mine, and I feel a jolt of electricity. I’m her cuck, her plaything, and I fucking love it. Watching her, serving her, knowing that later, when we’re alone, she’ll ride me hard and make me beg for more. It’s a twisted game, but it’s ours, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.