Watching Her Wife’s Threesome: A Cuckold’s Night

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The harsh fluorescent light casts a cold glow over the leopard-print bedspread, illuminating the scene of my humiliation. I’m on my knees, shirtless, glasses perched on my nose, watching as she, my petite girlfriend, lies beneath another man. Her body, usually so familiar, is now a landscape of strangers’ hands. The other woman, her friend, sits nearby, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and lust. This is the consequence of my twisted desires, a night where I’m forced to confront the reality of my cuckoldry.And there’s something about the way she moans, a sound that’s both familiar and alien, that makes my stomach churn. It’s a sound of pleasure, yes, but also of betrayal. I can’t look away, even as my heart pounds in my chest. The man above her grunts, his body moving with a rhythm that’s both primal and degrading. I’m a spectator in my own nightmare, forced to watch as she takes another man, her body arching with each thrust.

Whispers of Submission

Her whispers are the worst part. They’re soft, almost inaudible, but they cut through me like a knife. ‘Fuck me harder,’ she whispers, her voice a mix of pleasure and command. ‘Make me yours.’ Each word is a dagger, twisting in my gut. I’m supposed to be the one she whispers to, the one she begs for. But here I am, a pathetic figure on the sidelines, watching as another man claims what I thought was mine.The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I’m a cuckold, a title I wear with a mix of shame and pride. This is what I wanted, isn’t it? To watch her with another man, to see her pleasure in the arms of a stranger? But the reality is so much harsher than the fantasy. I’m left with nothing but the echo of her whispers and the weight of my own desires.

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