My Hotwife’s Ex: The Cock She Can’t Forget

I’m lying here, watching her, and I can’t help but wonder what’s going through her mind. The soft light of the room casts a warm glow on her skin, highlighting the curves of her body. Her legs are crossed, a casual pose, but it’s the way she’s looking off into the distance that really gets to me. Is she thinking about him? About his massive cock and what it used to do to her? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of jealousy and arousal.

What Does She Remember?

I can almost see the memories playing out in her eyes. The way he used to make her feel, the way he could satisfy her in ways I never could. It’s a constant reminder of my inadequacy, but also a turn-on. I’m a cuckold, after all, and this is part of the game. The text overlay on the image doesn’t help, either. It’s like a taunt, a reminder of what she’s thinking. ‘Don’t be mad but as you record this, SHE is thinking about her ex boyfriend’s massive cock and what it used to do to her…actually cuckold, don’t be surprised if it still does from time-to-time!’ It’s a harsh truth, but one I’ve come to accept.The inset image, a close-up of someone’s legs in a mini skirt, adds another layer to the fantasy. Is that her? Is she remembering a time when she wore something similar, when she was with him? The questions swirl in my mind, each one more tantalizing than the last. I know I should be upset, but I can’t help feeling a strange sense of excitement. Maybe it’s the thrill of the unknown, the possibility that she’s still with him, that she’s still thinking about him. It’s a complex mix of emotions, but it’s one I’ve grown to crave.