The sensation of humiliation washes over me as I read the text on her phone. ‘He’s got a 10″ cock?! Fuck this party… Let’s go home and invite him over!’ Her eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and mischief, a look I’ve come to dread. She’s already planning her next conquest, and I’m just the cuckold who’ll be left to clean up the mess. The party around us fades into a blur as I imagine the sheer size of the cock she’s about to take. It’s too big, always too fucking big. But she doesn’t care. She’s a slut for size, and I’m just the pathetic husband who watches her leave with another man.
Can I Ever Satisfy Her?
I stand there, frozen, as she types out the invitation. Her fingers move with a practiced ease, a skill honed from countless similar messages. The blue light of her phone casts an eerie glow on her face, highlighting the smirk that plays at the corners of her mouth. She knows she’s got me by the balls, and she loves every fucking minute of it. The thought of her on her knees, taking that monster cock, makes my stomach churn. But I can’t stop her. I never can. She’s the hotwife, and I’m just the cuckold, forever in her shadow, forever cleaning up her messes. And as she hits send, I know my night is just beginning, a night of endless torment and humiliation.
