I’m sitting here, my heart pounding, as I watch her bend over him. Her eyes are locked on his thick cock, her mouth slightly open, lost in concentration. The sight of her like this, so focused, so hungry, it’s both thrilling and humiliating. I can feel the jealousy rising, but it’s mixed with a twisted excitement. Her words echo in my mind, ‘His dick is really big and it’s taking all my concentration to keep from cumming non-stop.’ I’m just a spectator, my little cock forgotten, as she devotes herself to his pleasure.
Her Intensity is Palpable
Her intensity is palpable, her body language screaming her desire. She’s leaning in, her breasts almost brushing against his chest, her hands exploring his body. The way she moves, so fluid and purposeful, it’s like she’s in a trance. I can see the wetness between her legs, the way her nipples are hard and begging for attention. She’s a cum slut, and he’s her master. I’m just the cuckold, watching from the sidelines, my own needs ignored.
The Psychological Weight
The psychological weight of this moment is crushing. I’m a cuck, a pathetic little man, watching my wife worship another man’s cock. But there’s a perverse pleasure in it, a dark thrill that keeps me rooted to the spot. I can’t look away, even as I feel the sting of humiliation. Her words, ‘I want to focus on this amazing feeling and not be worried about your little thing,’ cut deep. But they also fuel my arousal, my need to see this through. I’m her cuck, and she’s his whore. And in this moment, that’s all that matters.








