The smoke from my cigarette curls up, a lazy spiral into the dimly lit room, as I hand over the room key. It’s a small, insignificant object, but it carries the weight of my humiliation. My wife, the slut I married, is upstairs, waiting for the man I just caught her eye-fucking. She’s eager, her pussy probably already wet, ready for the cock that’s not mine. I’m just the cuckold, the pathetic husband who hands over the keys to her pleasure. The key glints in the low light, a symbol of my submission, as I watch the man’s hand close around it. He knows, we both know, that he’s about to fuck my wife like the whore she is. And I’m here, standing in the shadows, a silent witness to my own degradation. The room key is a ticket to her ecstasy, a pass to her slutty desires, and I’m the one who gave it to him. The weight of it, the finality, settles in my gut as I watch him walk away, knowing that my wife is about to be fucked senseless. And I’m left here, a cuckold, a husband who shares his wife, a man who hands over the keys to his own humiliation.
Husband Gives Bull Keys to His Wifes Room
Hotel Corridor Hotwife Tease
My Bride’s Wedding Night Surprise: A Cuckold’s Dream Come True
Did She Really Swallow His Load When He Wasn’t Expecting It?
Horny Hot Wifes Small Tits
Cuckold’s Humiliation: Watching Her Get Stripped
I Love Knowing My Buddy Has a Key to the House So He Can Fuck My Wife Anytime He Wants
Cuckold’s Nightmare: Watching My Slut Wife Get Pounded by a Stranger
