Mature Wife’s Secret Pleasure: Cuckold’s Massage Turns Into a BBC Handjob

I’m lying there, my hands gripping the edge of the massage table, trying to focus on the tension in my shoulders. But my mind is a whirlwind of doubt and jealousy. I know she’s getting a massage, but the thought of her naked, vulnerable, and at the mercy of another man’s hands… it’s fucking with me. I can almost hear her soft moans, and I’m not sure if they’re from the massage or something more. The uncertainty is killing me, but I can’t stop imagining it. Her body, her pleasure, all at the hands of a stranger. It’s a fucking nightmare, and I’m powerless to stop it.

The Moment She Cums

I hear it, clear as day. Her breath hitches, and then there’s a low, guttural moan that sends shivers down my spine. I know that sound. It’s the sound of her climax, raw and unfiltered. And it’s not from the massage. It’s from his touch, his hands, his fucking cock. I can picture it all too clearly: her body arching, her tits heaving, and his dark hands all over her. I’m a fucking cuckold, and I’m hard as a rock, hating every second of it. The massage was just a cover, a fucking excuse for her to get off on some BBC. And I’m here, a pathetic husband, left to deal with the aftermath of her pleasure.

The Aftermath of Her Secret

As I lie there, my mind races with the implications. She’s been hiding this, playing me for a fool. The massage was just a front, a way for her to get her rocks off with some black dick. And now, I’m left with the knowledge that she’s a cheating slut, and I’m the cuckold who let it happen. I can feel the humiliation burning in my chest, but there’s a twisted part of me that’s turned on by it all. The thought of her getting fucked by a real man, of her cumming hard on his cock, it’s a fucking turn-on. I’m a sick fuck, and I know it. But as I lie here, I can’t help but wonder when the next time will be, when she’ll need another massage, another excuse to get her pussy filled by a real man.