My Wife's Cheating Clip: Cuckold's Humiliation in Full View

I’m sitting here, phone in hand, staring at the screen. The clip plays on a loop, her moans filling my ears. She’s bent over, skirt hiked up, and he’s pounding into her from behind. His hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. I can almost feel the impact, the raw intensity of his thrusts. Her head is thrown back, hair cascading down her spine. She’s lost in it, completely consumed by his cock. I sent four texts, each one more desperate than the last. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Are you okay?’ ‘I’m worried.’ But she’s not worried. She’s busy getting fucked by her bull. The clip ends, but the sound of their fucking lingers. I’m hard, aching, but it’s not for me. It’s for him. For the way he takes her, owns her. I’m just the cuckold, watching from the sidelines, always on the outside looking in.