Memory floods back, vivid and raw. The sun was high, and so was my heart rate as I watched from the bushes. My wife, her body glistening with pool water, lay there, a vision of temptation. The neighborhood boys, barely more than kids, had gathered, their eyes hungry and unashamed. They whispered, their voices low and conspiratorial, planning their next move. I could almost taste the anticipation in the air, a mix of excitement and fear. I had set the stage, leaving her alone, knowing they would come. And they did, one by one, shedding their shorts, their cocks already hard and ready. My wife, her eyes wide with surprise, then pleasure, spread her legs slightly, an invitation they couldn’t resist. Tommy, the leader, began stroking, his hand moving with confidence. The others followed, their cocks growing, reaching for the sky. My wife licked her lips, a gesture of approval, and they gathered around her, a circle of lust and desire. I was a spectator, a cuckold, watching as my wife became the center of their world, her body a playground for their fantasies.
Cuckold’s Confession: The Poolside Orgy
The scene was set, a perfect blend of voyeurism and exhibitionism. My wife, her body on display, was the star, and the boys, their cocks hard and ready, were her willing audience. I watched, my heart pounding, as they took turns, their hands exploring every inch of her. The sounds of their pleasure filled the air, a symphony of moans and gasps. I was a silent observer, my cock throbbing, my mind racing. This was my fantasy, my reality, a world where my wife was the queen, and I, the cuckold, watched from the shadows. The boys, their bodies glistening with sweat, moved with a rhythm, a dance of desire. My wife, her body arching, met their every move, her pleasure evident, her satisfaction complete. This was our secret, a moment of pure, unadulterated lust, a memory I would cherish, a confession I would keep.




