Her Husband’s Night Out: The Bar Where She’s the Star

I sit here, the weight of her absence pressing down on me like a physical force. The bar is dim, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and the faintest hint of her perfume lingering from earlier. She’s out there, somewhere, on a date. Not with me, but with him. The fuckboy who’s gonna slide his cock into her wet pussy tonight. I can almost hear her moans, see the way her body arches as he pounds into her. It’s a fucking nightmare, but it’s my reality. I’m the cuckold, the pathetic husband who gets off on his wife being fucked by another man. And tonight, she’s gonna be fucked good. I can feel the humiliation burning in my chest, but there’s a twisted pleasure in it too. The knowledge that she’s out there, being used, being filled, is both agony and ecstasy.

Humiliation and Desire: The Cuckold’s Dilemma

But here’s the thing: I fucking love it. I love the way it makes me feel, the way it tears me apart and puts me back together. I love the thought of her, legs spread, taking his cock deep. I love the way it makes me hard, the way it makes me want to jerk off to the image of her being fucked. It’s a sick fucking fantasy, but it’s mine. And tonight, it’s a reality. She’s gonna come home, her pussy sore and her body satisfied, and I’ll be here, waiting. Waiting to hear every dirty detail, waiting to see the marks he left on her skin. Waiting to feel the sting of humiliation and the rush of desire all over again.And so, I sit here, in this bar, a fucking cuckold in waiting. The night stretches out before me, filled with the promise of her pleasure and my pain. It’s a fucked up situation, but it’s ours. And as I take another sip of my drink, I can’t help but wonder: is this what love is? Is this what desire is? Is this what being a cuckold is all about? I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out tonight. One fuck at a time.