Memory floods back, vivid and raw. The way her body arched, the way his hands gripped her hips. It’s a scene etched into my mind, one I can’t escape. Her moans, his grunts, the sound of flesh meeting flesh. It’s a symphony of betrayal, a melody I’m forced to listen to over and over again. And in that moment, I realized she wasn’t just his friend anymore. She was his anal slut, his willing participant in a dance of domination and submission.
How Did She Transform from Friend to Submissive?
The transformation was gradual, almost imperceptible at first. Little touches, lingering glances, whispers that grew louder with each passing day. And then, the night it all changed. The night she became his, completely and utterly. I remember the way he held her, the way she surrendered to his touch. It was like watching a puppet master control his doll, each movement precise, each reaction calculated. And she, my wife, was his willing marionette, dancing to his every command.But it wasn’t just physical. It was the way he owned her, mind and body. The way she looked at him, with a mix of fear and desire. The way she obeyed, without question, without hesitation. It was a power dynamic I couldn’t comprehend, a world I wasn’t a part of. And yet, I was there, watching, always watching. A silent observer to their intimate dance, a cuckold in the shadows.The image haunts me, a constant reminder of what I’ve lost and what she’s gained. Her body, once mine, now his to command. Her pleasure, once shared, now a secret between them. And me? I’m left with the echoes of their passion, the ghost of what could have been. A cuckold, a spectator, a man reduced to memories and regrets.







