The sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow on the scene unfolding before me. My wife, her back exposed in that strapless garment, sits upright on the couch, her hair cascading down, partly hiding her face. The man behind her, my neighbor, is fully clothed, but his intentions are clear. I remember the first time I saw them together, the way his eyes lingered on her body, the way she blushed under his gaze. It was a game of power, a dance of desire, and I was the willing spectator, the cuckold in the shadows.And now, here we are again, the same dynamic playing out. The question on the screen, ‘Do you approve my neighbor fucking my wife?’, echoes in my mind. I do. I approve. There’s a thrill in the submission, a rush in the humiliation. It’s a strange mix of emotions, but it’s mine, and I own it.
The Power of Submission
The power dynamic is intoxicating. My wife, usually so dominant, is now submissive, her body language speaking volumes. She leans back slightly, inviting, her breath hitching as he whispers in her ear. His hand, visible at her waist, is firm, possessive. I can almost feel the tension in the room, the electric charge of their connection. It’s a scene of raw, unfiltered desire, and I’m captivated.But it’s not just about the physical. It’s about the trust, the vulnerability. I trust her, and she trusts me to handle this, to be her cuckold, her support. It’s a role I’ve grown into, one that brings a strange sense of fulfillment. As I watch, I’m reminded of why I chose this path, why I let him fuck her like an animal. It’s not just about the cock, but about the connection, the thrill of the forbidden. And in this moment, I wouldn’t have it any other way.








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