Her warning echoes in my mind, ‘Once won’t be enough,’ as I watch his hand grip her hip, fingers brushing the lace of her thong. The sight of her round ass, barely covered, makes my stomach churn with a mix of jealousy and arousal. I’m just a spectator, a cuckold, as he leans in, his mouth slightly open, eyes closed, lost in the moment. Her back arches, inviting, teasing, and I know I’m nothing compared to the magic between her legs. The CIMO, her secret weapon, has him hooked, and by extension, me too. I’m trapped in this dance, a willing participant in my own humiliation, as she leads him on, knowing full well the power she holds.

