I remember the way her fingers, painted with that pristine French manicure, gripped his cock, the way she smiled down at it, teasing, as if she knew exactly how much it turned me on to watch her stroke another man. The glistening of pre-cum on her fingers, the way she talked about other guys, it all drove him wild, and I couldn’t help but feel the thrill of being his cuckold, watching her pleasure him with such skill and confidence. Her words, ‘You cum so fast when I talk about stroking other guys!’ echoed in my mind, a reminder of the power she held, and the submission I embraced.

