I’m standing here, watching her in the mirror, my heart pounding. She’s got that dress on, the one that hugs her curves just right, showing off her legs and shoulders. The lace-up back is a tease, making me imagine what’s underneath. Her hair is up, and she’s got that ‘fuck me’ look in her eyes. I can’t help but wonder who she’s really getting ready for. Is it for me, or for the next guy she’s gonna fuck? The thought makes my stomach churn, but my cock twitches at the same time. It’s a fucked-up feeling, knowing she’s gonna go out and get pounded by some stranger while I’m left here, hard and alone.
Caught in the Mirror of Desire
She turns slightly, catching my eye in the reflection. A smirk plays on her lips, and she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. The way she runs her hands over her body, adjusting the dress, is a fucking torture. I wanna grab her, bend her over the counter, and fuck her right here, right now. But I know that’s not what she wants. She wants to go out, to be the center of attention, to be the slut everyone wants. And I’m just the cuckold left behind, watching her get ready to be someone else’s whore. It’s a fucking mindfuck, but I can’t look away. I’m hooked on the pain, the humiliation, the raw need to see her get fucked by another man.




I always enjoy watching you get dressed up for your dates with your black lovers.
You know I do honey. I love it when my black boss calls me and tells me you are driving home now and that he loved cumming inside your pussy and he wants you to video me licking his cum out of you.