I’m sitting here, my heart pounding, as I watch her smirking at me from the bed. She’s got that look in her eyes, the one that tells me she’s thinking about him. Her big, round ass jiggles as she shifts, the thong barely covering her pussy. I can see the outline of her perky tits under that lace bra, and I know she’s thinking about how big he was. She turns to me, her lips slightly parted, and asks, ‘Does it really turn you on when I tell you how big he was?’ I can’t help but feel a mix of humiliation and arousal. She’s my wife, but in this moment, she’s his slut, and I’m just the cuckold watching from the sidelines.
