Watching Her Ride Another Man's Cock

I remember the first time she told me. We were in bed, her body still warm from his touch. ‘Do you ever fantasize about me fucking other guys?’ she asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. I couldn’t speak, my throat tight with a mix of humiliation and arousal. She knew, she always knew how to twist me. Her lips curled into a smirk as she continued, ‘Because I do. I think about their cocks, how they fill me up, how they make me scream.’ Her words cut deep, each one a knife in my chest. But my dick was hard, betraying me. She laughed, a sound that was both cruel and seductive. ‘You like it, don’t you? Knowing I’m a slut for them?’ I couldn’t deny it. I was her cuck, her pathetic husband who got off on her infidelity. And as she left the room, I knew I’d be jacking off to the thought of her with them, my hand moving in time with the memory of her laughter.