My Husband’s Eyes on My Massive Tits as I Flash Them for the World

I’m sitting here, my heart pounding, as I stare at the image of my wife’s massive tits pressed against the glass. It’s a fucking sight, one that never fails to make my cock twitch with a mix of jealousy and lust. The sculptures are a perfect replica of her huge, floppy tits, and the way they’re displayed, so fucking vulnerable and exposed, it’s like she’s flashing the world, daring them to look. And they do. Oh, they fucking do.

What Does It Feel Like to Be a Cuckold?

It’s a strange feeling, this mix of humiliation and pride. I’m a cuckold, a fucking trophy husband, and I wear that title like a badge of honor. My wife’s tits are her pride, her power, and I’m just the lucky bastard who gets to watch from the sidelines as she flaunts them. The sculptures, they’re a testament to her beauty, her allure, and the way they’re positioned, it’s like she’s saying, ‘Look at me, world. Look at what you can’t have.’ And I’m here, watching, my cock hard and my heart aching, knowing that I’m the one who gets to come home to her, even if it’s just to lick the cum off her tits after she’s been out fucking the world.The urban setting, the barred windows, the leafless trees—it’s all so fucking bleak, yet it highlights the beauty of her tits even more. They’re like a beacon of life in a world of decay, and I’m just the fucking cuckold who gets to admire them from afar. The platform they’re on, it’s like a fucking altar, and my wife, she’s the goddess, the slut, the whore, and I’m just the lucky bastard who gets to worship at her feet. It’s a fucking trip, man, a trip I wouldn’t trade for anything.