My Husband’s Cuckold Night: I Sucked and Fucked My Way Through the Bar

Thoughts of her out there, hunting, make my cock twitch. I can almost taste the mix of jealousy and excitement. She’s got that dress on, the one that hugs her curves just right, and those heels that make her legs look endless. I bet she’s already got a few eyes on her, guys wondering what she’s like. And she’s gonna make them wait, tease them, just like she does with me. She knows how to work a room, how to make every man in there want her. But tonight, she’s the hunter, and they’re the prey. I’m just here, waiting, wondering who she’ll choose. Maybe the guy in the blue shirt? Or the one in black, standing over there? She’s got options, and she’s gonna take her time. That’s what she does best. She’s gonna make them earn it, make them beg. And I’ll be here, listening, imagining, wondering if she’ll tell me every detail. Or maybe she’ll just show me, let me clean up the mess she makes. That’s what she likes, isn’t it? Making me watch, making me wait, making me want. And I do. I really do.

Who Will She Choose Tonight?

The bar is buzzing, but I’m focused on her. She’s got that martini in her hand, sipping it slow, like she’s got all the time in the world. Her smile is playful, teasing. She’s on the phone, probably texting some lucky bastard, telling him where to meet her. I can almost hear her voice, low and sultry, promising everything and nothing. She’s got that power, that control. And I’m just here, watching, waiting. The guy in blue keeps glancing her way, trying to be subtle, but he’s not fooling anyone. Neither is the one in black. They both want her, and she knows it. She’s gonna make them work for it, though. She’s not just gonna give it away. No, she’s gonna make them earn every inch of her. And I’m gonna be here, cleaning up after her, like always. But that’s okay. That’s what I’m here for. To watch, to wait, to want. And to clean up the mess she makes.

Bar Night: The Cuckold’s Vigil

I wonder what she’s thinking right now. Is she imagining their cocks, hard and ready for her? Is she thinking about how she’s gonna make them beg? Or is she thinking about me, waiting at home, wondering, wanting? I bet she is. I bet she’s got a smile on her face, knowing she’s got me right where she wants me. And she does. She’s got me hooked, line and sinker. I’m her cuckold, her plaything, her cleanup crew. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Because she’s my everything. My world revolves around her, around her desires, her needs, her wants. And tonight, she wants to hunt. And I want to watch. I want to imagine every detail, every touch, every taste. I want to be there, in her mind, in her body, in her every movement. And I will be. Because she’s gonna tell me. She’s gonna show me. And I’m gonna clean up every last drop. That’s my job, after all. My pleasure, my purpose, my everything.