I remember the exact moment she asked, ‘So you’re really okay if I start taking lovers outside of our marriage?’ Her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and challenge. I nodded, feeling a strange blend of humiliation and arousal. ‘You’re the best husband,’ she purred, her fingers tracing the edge of her lace underwear. I watched as she slipped into her role, knowing I was just a spectator to her desires. The room filled with the scent of her perfume and the weight of my submission. Her every move was a dance of power, each step a reminder of my place. I was her cuckold, her willing participant in this game of desire and degradation. As she prepared to leave, I felt a pang of jealousy mixed with excitement, knowing that my role was to clean up after her lovers, to be her devoted servant in every way.