I remember the moment she snapped that selfie, her ass perfectly framed in those tight jeans, her long brown hair cascading down her back. She was playing with fire, posting that ‘married and available’ look, her face turned away, a sly smile hinting at the thrill of the risk. I could almost feel the heat of her desire, the pulse of her excitement as she hit send, knowing full well what she was doing. That photo, that moment, it was like a siren’s call, a challenge to any man who dared to look. And I, her devoted cuckold, was left to watch, to wait, to wonder who would answer her call.