I’m sitting here, watching her, as she slowly lifts her top, revealing that smooth, toned stomach I’ve always loved. Her long, blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her face as she looks down, a sly smile playing on her lips. She’s got that blue thong in her hand, the one I bought her, and she’s pulling it to the side, exposing her hip, her thigh, and just a hint of that perfect ass. She’s teasing me, and she knows it. The bottle in her other hand, probably wine, is just another prop in her little show. She’s not saying a word, but her body is screaming, ‘I’m yours, but I’m not yours to keep.’ And I’m here, hard as a rock, knowing I’m just the cuckold in this little game of hers.
