Friday Night Confession: My Wife's Secret Bull

Well, if we’re going to talk about it seriously, then it’s probably only right that I tell you I’ve already got someone in mind. I can almost hear her voice, that coy smile playing on her lips as she teases me with her plans. She knows exactly how to twist the knife, how to make me ache with desire and jealousy all at once. Her dark brown hair cascades down her shoulders, framing that face that drives me wild. I can see it now, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her mouth curved into a knowing smirk. She’s already decided, and there’s nothing I can do but watch as she prepares to leave me behind, ready to satisfy her every whim with another man. The thought of her, so close yet so far, is enough to make my heart race and my cock throb. I’m just her cuckold, her plaything, and she knows it. She’ll make me watch, make me wait, and make me beg for the scraps she deigns to throw my way. It’s a torment, a delicious, agonizing torment that I can’t escape.