I felt my stomach churn as I watched her, my heart pounding with a mix of jealousy and arousal. Her outfit was tight, hugging every curve, and I could see the hunger in her eyes as she smiled at him. ‘He’s okay with you wearing this tonight?’ I asked, my voice barely hiding the tremor. Anna nodded shyly, ‘He said he wouldn’t mind me showing off a little,’ she replied, her voice laced with a confidence that cut through me. I was just a cuckold, watching from the sidelines as she paraded her body, knowing I was nothing compared to the thrill she got from his attention. Every glance, every touch, was a reminder of my place—beneath her, beneath him, a mere spectator to her desire.



