I’m sitting here, watching her, my heart pounding as she slips into that tight dress, the fabric barely concealing her naked body. She knows what she’s doing, teasing me, making me hard, and I can’t help but think about the bull she’ll be with tonight. The way she moves, the way she looks at me, it’s like she’s daring me to stop her, to claim her as mine. But I know I can’t, I’m just the cuckold, the one who gets to watch, who gets to clean up after. She’s the hotwife, the one who gets to be fucked by a bigger cock, the one who gets to be the center of attention. And I’m just here, a spectator, a participant in my own humiliation.
