I remember the first time I saw her like that, on all fours, her ass in the air, his cock buried deep inside her. The way she moaned, the way she begged for more, it was like she was a different person. I was supposed to be the one in control, the one who made the rules, but in that moment, I was just a spectator, watching as my wife became his slut. I could see the way he used her, the way he took what he wanted, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of jealousy and arousal. She was mine, but in that moment, she was his, and I was just there to watch. I remember the way her body shook as he pounded into her, the way her pussy clenched around his cock, and I knew that this was just the beginning. I was his cuck, and she was his slut, and we were both going to enjoy every second of it.

