Are you sure you want to hear about my past experiences with other guys? It’s a question that haunts me, a cuckold’s worst nightmare made real. I sit here, staring at her, my wife, the woman who’s been my everything. She’s perched on the red couch, her sheer black top and matching underwear leaving little to the imagination. Her legs are crossed, one hand resting casually on the seat, as if she’s just another day in paradise. But I know better. I know the stories behind those legs, the tales those curves could tell. And yet, I’m drawn to her, to the mystery of her past, to the thrill of knowing she’s been with others. It’s a sick fascination, I know, but it’s mine.
Her Eyes: Windows to Her Wild Nights
Her eyes, those piercing blue orbs, they hold secrets. Secrets of nights spent with strangers, of bodies entwined in passionate abandon. I can almost see it, the way she must have looked, wild and free, her blond hair cascading over her shoulders as she rode them hard. The thought makes my cock twitch, a traitorous response to the image of her pleasure. I wonder if she thinks of me when she’s with them, if she ever compares. Does she prefer their cocks to mine? The questions swirl in my mind, a vortex of desire and doubt. But I can’t look away. I can’t stop wanting to know, to feel the sting of her past, the thrill of her present. And there it is, the question again, hanging in the air like a challenge. Are you sure you want to hear about my past experiences with other guys? The answer is yes, always yes. Because in her past, I find my own pleasure, my own twisted satisfaction. It’s a cuckold’s life, a life of longing and lust, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not even for the chance to erase her memories, to claim her as mine alone. Because in the end, it’s not about ownership. It’s about the thrill of the chase, the excitement of the unknown. And she, my wife, my hotwife, she’s the ultimate prize, the ultimate tease. And I’m just a cuckold, forever in her thrall.



