Memory floods back as I recall the moment she lay there, a vision of temptation by the pool. Her red hair cascading over her shoulders, catching the sunlight in a way that made my heart race. She was a fucking goddess, her pink bikini barely containing her curves. And there she was, legs crossed at the ankles, feet elevated, so fucking relaxed and confident in her allure. The way she propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes closed, a serene smile playing on her lips—it was a sight that made me ache with desire and jealousy all at once. But the real kicker was the text above her, ‘Don’t you love it when guys perv on your wife?’ It was a fucking taunt, a challenge thrown down for any man to see. And beneath her, the number ‘0.80’ on some object, a secret code between us, a reminder of the price she commands. The pool’s blue water shimmered, reflecting the sky, and the tiled ledge she lay on seemed to glow under the sun. It was a scene of pure, unadulterated temptation.
The Art of Teasing
Her tease was an art form, a dance of desire and denial. She knew exactly what she was doing, how to drive me wild with just a look, a pose, a fucking word. The way she stretched out, her body on display, was a silent invitation to every man who dared to look. And they did look, oh how they looked. Their eyes roamed over her, undressing her with their minds, and she fucking loved it. It was a power trip, a high that she chased relentlessly. The thrill of being desired, of being the center of attention, was her drug, and she was addicted. And I, the cuckold, the one who watched from the shadows, was both her biggest fan and her most devoted critic. I loved her for it, hated her for it, and would do anything to keep her in my life, even if it meant sharing her with the world. It was a fucked-up dynamic, a twisted game of power and pleasure, but it was ours. And as I watched her there, basking in the sun and the attention, I knew that I would always be her devoted admirer, her willing cuck, her biggest supporter in this fucked-up dance of desire.



I only get excited when black men are scoping you out. My fantasy is watching you spread your legs wide so a black man has easy access to your married white pussy.