I stand here, a fucking cuck, watching her move against him. Her red hair swings as she grinds, her blue dress clinging to every curve. I can almost feel his hands on her waist, guiding her, owning her. Her eyes meet his, a silent promise of what’s to come. I’m just the fucking audience, forced to watch as she flirts and teases. My cock aches, trapped in my pants, as I imagine what he’ll do to her later. She’s his now, completely, and I’m left here, a pathetic beta, watching my wife become his slut.
