I’m sitting here, my cock throbbing with a mix of humiliation and desire as I watch her. She’s spread out on the couch, her sheer brown dress hiked up, black thong pulled to the side, exposing her pink pussy. Her eyes are locked on mine, a smirk playing on her lips as she teases herself, fingers dancing near her clit. ‘So that’s your fantasy?’ she taunts, her voice dripping with mockery. ‘Watching me? Fuck someone else?’ I’m her cuck, her plaything, and she knows it. The thought of her with another man, of her being fucked while I watch, sends a shiver down my spine. I’m hard, aching, but I know I can’t touch myself. Not until she allows it. Not until she’s had her fill. She’s the star of this show, and I’m just the cuckold in the corner, watching, waiting, and wanting.