I can still feel the thrill of watching her sway those dangerous curves in front of my face, knowing I’m not the one who gets to enjoy them. The way she smirked, her finger to her lips, as if she was daring me to say something. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Because I’m her cuckold, and this is what she does to me. She teases, she taunts, and I let her. I let her because it’s what I crave. The humiliation, the submission, the knowledge that I’m not enough. That’s why I’m here, writing this, reliving the moment she showed off her curves, not for me, but for him. For the man who gets to touch what I can only dream of. And I fucking love it.