Memory floods back, vivid and raw. The living room, dimly lit, echoes with her moans. She’s on her knees, head bobbing, taking him deep. Her lips, slick and swollen, wrap around his shaft. He’s a stranger, a bull, his cock throbbing in her mouth. She sucks him like a pro, her tongue swirling, her eyes closed. I watch from the shadows, my heart pounding. She’s a cum slut, my wife, swallowing every drop. Then, she turns to me, a wicked smile on her face, her lips glistening. ‘Want a taste?’ she asks, her voice husky. I’m a cuck, a willing participant in her debauchery. She’s sharing him, sharing everything. Her body, her pleasure, her power. And I’m here, watching, waiting, wanting more. It’s our secret, our dirty little game. She’s the queen, and I’m her loyal subject, forever in her shadow, forever hers.