I can’t shake the image of her, standing there, half-dressed, applying lotion to her skin. The way the light catches her curves, it’s like she’s in a different world. A world where I’m not welcome. And yet, I’m drawn to it, to her. The bathroom mirror reflects her confidence, her secret smile. She’s lost in her own thoughts, her tongue playfully sticking out. It’s a moment of pure, unfiltered self-absorption. I’m just a spectator, watching from the shadows, wondering what she’s thinking. What does she see when she looks at herself? Is it the same woman I married? Or is she someone else entirely, someone I don’t recognize?
Morning Reflections in the Mirror
Her routine is meticulous, almost ritualistic. The way she moves, the way she touches herself, it’s like a dance. A dance I’m not part of. I watch as she turns, her breasts held gently in her hands, her eyes meeting her reflection. There’s a power in that moment, a power I can’t claim. She’s in control, and I’m just a cuckold, watching from the sidelines. The consequences of this discovery are heavy. They weigh on me, a constant reminder of the life she leads without me. But I can’t look away. I’m captivated, drawn into her world, even if it means facing the truth of my own inadequacy.
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