I’m sitting here, my heart pounding, as I watch her get ready. She’s wearing that black lace bra and thong, the one that drives me wild, but tonight it’s not for me. She’s doing it for him. I can see the anticipation in her eyes, the way she’s teasing me, knowing I’m here, watching, waiting. She turns to me, a seductive smile playing on her lips, and I know I’m in for a night of pure, unadulterated torture. She’s my wife, but tonight, she’s his. And I’m just the cuckold, left to imagine what he’s going to do to her.
