So there she is, my wife, bent over that counter, her big, round ass on full display. That black thong she’s wearing barely covers anything, just hugs her cheeks, makes them look even more fuckable. I can see the curve of her hips, the way her body tapers down to those thick thighs. Her blonde hair cascades down her back, almost touching her ass. It’s like she’s posing for him, for the man she’s fucking behind my back. The mirror reflects her face, all sultry and knowing. She’s enjoying this, enjoying the fact that I’m watching, that I’m here, a cuckold in my own home. Her tits are spilling out of that lace bodysuit, nipples probably hard from the thrill of it all. I can almost hear her thoughts, ‘He wants this, he wants to see me like this, a slut for his pleasure.’ And I do, I want to see her like this, even if it kills me inside. It’s not cheating if he’s watching, right? That’s what she always says. But fuck, it feels like it. It feels like I’m the one being fucked, my pride, my dignity, all of it. But I can’t look away. I can’t stop watching her, my wife, the slut who loves to tease me with her infidelity.