I’m sitting here, my heart pounding, as I watch her lace lingerie cling to her curves. She’s on the couch, legs spread, a wicked grin on her face. ‘Call him, honey,’ she purrs, ‘tell him he can fuck me. My pussy’s wet just thinking about his cock inside me.’ I can’t help but obey, my fingers trembling as I dial the number she saved in my phone. The line rings, and I know my life will never be the same. She’s a goddess, a temptress, and I’m just her cuckold, waiting for the moment she’ll be filled with another man’s seed. I can already hear her moans, feel the tension in the room as he takes what’s mine. I’m a fool, a pathetic fool, but I can’t stop. I need to hear her scream his name, to see her body writhe in pleasure. It’s a sick game, but it’s ours, and I’m powerless to resist.