I’m lying here, my heart pounding as I watch her grip his cock. She’s got that smug look on her face, the one that says she’s in control. Her hand moves up and down, slow and deliberate, like she’s savoring every second of it. I can see the veins in his cock, the way it pulses in her hand. It’s a sight that both excites and humiliates me. She’s my wife, and she’s giving another man pleasure.
Her Hand, His Pleasure
The room is quiet except for the soft sounds of her hand on his skin. I can smell the sex in the air, the musk of his arousal. She’s not even looking at me, her eyes are locked on his face, watching his reactions. I’m just here, a silent observer to her pleasure. She’s not just giving him a handjob; she’s giving him a piece of me. And I’m letting her.

