I’m sitting here, heart pounding, as I watch her on the phone, her voice a sultry whisper. She’s got that look, the one that says she’s thinking about him, about what they’ll do when she gets home. Her body, toned and sleek, is barely covered by that black lingerie, and I can’t help but imagine his hands on her, his mouth on her neck. She’s a fucking goddess, and she knows it. The way she’s leaning against the desk, her ass slightly arched, it’s like she’s putting on a show just for me. But I know it’s for him, her real lover, the one who gets to taste her, to fuck her. I’m just the cuckold, the one who gets to watch and wait. And as she hangs up, her eyes meet mine, and I see the hunger there, the need. She’s ready, and I’m just the warm-up act. I’m nothing, and she’s everything. And I fucking love it.

I love when your black boss invites only you to ho on week long business trips with him. I love the pictures and videos of you sucking and fucking his cock and I thank him and invite him to spend the weekend with you in our bed when you return so I can watch how much the two of you love to fuck.