I Let Her Fuck Her Ex on Our Balcony While I Waited Inside

I remember the moment she told me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief. ‘Yes, honey, I remember that only month left before our wedding. And I want to thank you for letting me fuck my ex-bf.’ Her words hung in the air, a challenge and a promise. I could see the balcony in my mind, the railing where she leaned, her body turned slightly, one hand resting on the cool metal. The cityscape behind her, a backdrop to her confidence, her allure. She was barely dressed, a bra and underwear, her skin glowing in the daylight. I could almost feel the weight of her decision, the thrill of her defiance. ‘Can you please leave our flat for a month? I want him to move in, so I can check my feelings. Don’t worry, if something will change I’ll give you a call. Bye-bye…’ Her voice was steady, her gaze unwavering. I knew then that she was full of sex appeal, a siren calling to her past, daring me to let her go. The hashtag #ilovecheating flashed in my mind, a testament to her boldness, her desire to explore, to feel alive. And I, the cuckold, the observer, was left to wonder, to question, to yearn for the day she would return, changed or unchanged, but forever hers.