Teasing My Husband Before the Date With My Secret Lover

The tension is palpable, a knot in my stomach that won’t loosen. I’m sitting here, staring at the image, and it’s like I can feel her smirk through the screen. She’s wearing that black dress, the one with the mesh detailing that teases more than it covers. And she’s not wearing any fucking underwear. I can almost hear her voice, taunting me, ‘Stop complaining, this was your idea!’ And she’s right. I’m the one who suggested it, who wanted to see her like this, to know that she’s going out there, ready to fuck whoever she wants. It’s a sick game, but it’s ours. And now, seeing her like this, I’m torn between wanting to rip that dress off and wanting to watch her wear it for someone else. The thought of her, out there, with some lucky bastard, makes my cock hard and my heart race. It’s a fucked-up feeling, but it’s mine. And I’m addicted to it.

Her Date Night: A Cuck’s Worst Nightmare

The couch she’s sitting on is familiar, a part of our home that’s now a stage for her performances. The way she’s posed, one leg crossed over the other, is meant to drive me wild. And it does. Her long dark hair, the heavy makeup, it’s all part of the act. She knows how to play me, how to make me want to watch and want to look away all at once. The background, the closet, the hangers, it’s all a reminder of the life she’s leading, the life I’ve encouraged her to live. It’s a fucking mess, but it’s ours. And as I stare at the image, I can’t help but wonder who she’s going to fuck tonight, who’s going to get to see her like this, who’s going to make her moan. The thought of it, the reality of it, it’s a knife in my chest. But I’m the one who put it there. I’m the one who wanted this, who needed this. And now, I’m the one who has to live with it. With her. But that’s the thing about being a cuck, isn’t it? It’s not just about the sex, it’s about the power, the control, the fucking humiliation. And she wields it all with a smirk and a fuck-me dress. She’s going out there, ready to fuck, ready to tease, ready to make me watch. And I’ll watch. I’ll watch because I have to, because I want to, because it’s the only way I can feel alive. It’s a sick fucking game, but it’s ours. And I’m the cuck who’s playing it.