I remember the way her black dress hugged her curves as she strutted in front of me, a wicked grin on her face. ‘Ask me anything, cuck,’ she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. I felt my cock twitch, trapped in my own humiliation. She knew I was powerless to resist, that I lived for these moments of degradation. ‘What’s it like to know your wife is a slut?’ she asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I admitted the truth: ‘It makes me hard, knowing you’re a whore for others.’ She laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine, and I knew I was hers to command, forever her willing cuck.