I sit here, my heart pounding as I watch her through the camera. Melissa, my soon-to-be wife, is completely naked, her perky tits swaying slightly as she leans back on her arm. Her blonde hair is tied up in a messy ponytail, and her fair skin glows under the soft bedroom light. She’s spread her legs wide, her shaved pussy on full display as she fingers herself, her eyes locked on the laptop screen. I know she’s Skyping with her ex again, the one she refuses to let go of even after we’re engaged. Her expression is pure lust, her mouth slightly open as she moans softly. I’m her cuckold, watching as she gets off on another man’s words, her body responding to his voice. It’s a twisted game we play, one where I’m always the loser, but I can’t look away. Her hips start to move, her fingers working faster as she chases her orgasm, all while her ex’s voice fills the room. I’m just a spectator, a silent witness to her pleasure, my own needs secondary to her desires. It’s a humiliating sight, but one I can’t resist.
