The sound of her moans fills the room, a symphony of pleasure that’s both intoxicating and torturous. I’m hard as a rock, watching her writhe beneath him, her body arching with every thrust. She’s a vision, her tits bouncing with each movement, her legs wrapped around his waist. I can see the sweat glistening on her skin, hear the wet sounds of their fucking. It’s a scene straight out of my darkest fantasies, and it’s happening right in front of me.But it’s not just the sight that gets me off. It’s the knowledge that she’s enjoying it, that she’s getting fucked by a real man, a stud with a cock that makes mine seem pathetic. I can see it in her eyes, the lust, the desire, the pure, unadulterated pleasure. She’s a slut for him, and I’m the cuckold, watching, waiting, hoping that he’ll fill her up, that he’ll make her cum harder than I ever could.
When the Stud Takes Control
And then, he does. He flips her over, positions her on all fours, and starts pounding her from behind. Her ass jiggles with each thrust, and I can hear the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of her pussy taking his cock. She’s moaning, begging for more, and he’s giving it to her, hard and fast. I can see her face, twisted in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream. She’s close, I can tell. Her body is tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.The other two are watching too, their eyes glued to the scene, their cocks hard and ready. They’re waiting for their turn, and I know they’ll get it. She’s a slut for all of them, and they know it. She’ll take them all, one after the other, until she’s a mess of cum and sweat. And I’ll be here, watching, my cock in my hand, jerking off to the sight of my wife being used, being fucked, being filled. It’s a fucked up situation, but it’s mine, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.




