Craving Strangers’ Cock While My Husband Watches

I sit here, heart pounding, as I stare at this photograph. The words ‘GO OUT IN THIS DRESS? EVERYBODY WILL TRY TO FUCK ME!’ echo in my mind. It’s not just a dress; it’s a fucking promise. A promise of her body, her desire, her need to be wanted. And I’m the cuckold, the one left behind, imagining every fucking detail. But, fuck, I can’t help but picture it. Her in that black top, chains around her neck, a fucking statement of her power. She’s not just going out; she’s going out to be fucked. And I’m here, my dick hard, my mind racing, wondering who’s gonna be the lucky bastard. Is it the guy at the bar? The stranger in the club? Or maybe it’s the fucking neighbor who’s always had his eyes on her.

Who Will Be the First to Claim Her?

The thought of her, out there, being fucked by strangers, it’s a fucking torture. But it’s also a fucking thrill. I’m the cuckold, the one who gets off on her pleasure, even if it means sharing her. I imagine her, her body on display, her tits heaving, her pussy wet and ready. And I’m here, my hand on my cock, imagining every fucking detail. Who will be the first to claim her? Who will be the one to make her scream? And I’m here, my dick in my hand, my mind in the fucking gutter, imagining every fucking second of it. It’s a fucking game, a power play. She’s the queen, and I’m the fucking pawn. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Her pleasure, her desire, it’s all that matters. And I’m here, my cock hard, my mind racing, imagining every fucking detail of her night out. Who will be the first to fuck her? Who will be the one to make her come? And I’m here, my hand on my cock, my mind in the fucking gutter, imagining every fucking second of it.