I watch as my wife, her blonde hair barely visible, sits in the back seat of the car, her hands gripping the red thong she’s slowly pulling down. The black skirt she’s wearing hides her ass, but the way she’s exposing her pussy, the way she’s teasing me, tells me she’s ready for more. The car’s interior is quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric as she continues to strip, her eyes locked on mine, a silent challenge in her gaze.
When She Starts to Tease Me
I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and jealousy as I watch her, knowing that she’s doing this for someone else. The way she’s touching herself, the way she’s moaning, it’s all for him. I’m just the cuckold, the one who gets to watch and wait. I can feel my cock hardening, the need to be inside her, to claim her, but I know I can’t. She’s not mine to take, not anymore. She’s his, and I’m just the one who gets to watch as she becomes more and more of a slut for him.