Her Anklet Invites Men to Her Bed, No Questions Asked

The anklet glints in the soft bedroom light, a silent invitation to any man who dares to ask. It’s a symbol of my wife’s freedom, a freedom I’ve granted her, and a freedom that binds me to this bed, watching, waiting. The rule is simple: ask about the anklet, and she’s yours. Black or white, young or old, it doesn’t matter. She’s a cum slut, and she knows it. The anklet is her power, and it’s a power she wields with a smile.

The Cuckold’s Dilemma

I lie here, my heart pounding, as I listen to the muffled sounds of pleasure from the other room. She’s with someone new, someone who doesn’t know the rules yet. But he will. He’ll see the anklet, and he’ll ask. And then, she’ll fuck him. She’ll fuck him hard, and she’ll enjoy every minute of it. I know because she tells me. She tells me everything. The details, the sounds, the sensations. It’s a torture, a delicious torture that keeps me coming back for more.

Her Hands, His Cock

The hand on her back is painted a dark red, a stark contrast to her pale skin. It’s a hand that belongs to a stranger, a man who’s about to experience the ultimate pleasure. Her back arches, inviting, as she guides his hand lower, to the curve of her ass. She’s a vision, a vision of lust and desire. And he’s about to fuck her, to fuck her like she’s never been fucked before. I can almost hear the sounds of their bodies slapping together, the moans of pleasure, the grunts of release. It’s a symphony, a symphony of sex and submission.The anklet is more than just a piece of jewelry. It’s a promise, a promise of pleasure and pain, of control and surrender. It’s a promise that I’ve made, and a promise that I’ll keep. Because in the end, it’s not just about the sex. It’s about the power, the power to give, and the power to take. And she takes it all, every last drop. She’s my wife, my cum slut, and she’s fucking amazing.