I remember the day she told me about her free pass to cheat. The way her eyes sparkled with excitement as she described it, knowing she had my blessing to fuck whoever she wanted. It was a mix of humiliation and arousal that kept me hard. Now, seeing her like this, half-naked in the bathroom, her thick thighs and round ass on full display, I can’t help but imagine the men she’s been with. Her black thong pulled to the side, exposing her bare ass cheeks, and that mesh top barely covering her perky tits—it’s a sight that makes my cock ache. She knows I’m watching, knows I’m thinking about the strangers she’s fucked, and it turns her on even more. Her hand on her breast, fingers teasing her nipple, is a clear invitation to the fantasies she’s living out without me.
