Her Ass on the Bed, My Heart on the Line

This consequence, it’s a fucking knife in my gut. Every time she says it, every time she looks at me with that smirk, I know she’s gonna do it. She’s gonna fuck him, and I’m gonna watch. Or worse, I’m gonna imagine it, every fucking detail. The way he’ll touch her, the way she’ll moan. And I’m supposed to be okay with it. I’m supposed to just lie here, on this bed, and not feel like a fucking chump. But I do. I feel it all, the humiliation, the jealousy, the fucking rage. And yet, I can’t stop her. I can’t stop myself from wanting to watch. It’s a sick fucking game, and I’m the cuckold in the middle of it all.

Her Teasing Words

Her words, they’re like a fucking drug. ‘As long as you won’t get jealous…’ She knows I will. She knows I can’t help it. But she says it anyway, teasing me, taunting me. And I’m just supposed to take it. Take it and smile, like a good little cuck. But I can’t. I can’t fucking do it. Not without feeling like I’m gonna explode. Her words, they cut deep, but they also make me hard. I hate it, but I can’t deny it. I’m a fucking mess, a mess of jealousy and desire, all twisted up inside. And she knows it. She fucking knows it, and she uses it against me. Every. Fucking. Time.But I can’t stop her. I can’t stop this. I’m just gonna lie here, on this bed, and watch her get ready. Watch her put on that fucking outfit, the one that drives me wild. The one that makes me want to fuck her, but also makes me want to fucking cry. Because I know, I just fucking know, that she’s gonna give it to him. And I’m gonna be left here, alone, with my thoughts and my fucking hard-on. It’s a fucking nightmare, but it’s my reality. And I’m just gonna have to deal with it. Deal with her, with him, with all of it. Because that’s what I am. I’m a cuckold, and this is my fucking life.