I’m standing here, heart pounding, watching her as she poses so confidently. She’s a vision, all curves and smooth skin, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. I can see the hunger in her eyes, the way she bites her lip, waiting for someone to make a move. But it’s not me. I’m too timid, too afraid to be the one to start it. I want to, God, I want to so badly, but I can’t. I’m stuck here, a cuckold, watching as she waits for someone else to take the lead. It’s torture, pure and simple, knowing she wants it, knowing she loves the thrill of cheating, and I’m just not man enough to give it to her. So I wait, and I watch, and I ache with the knowledge that she’s going to get what she wants, and it won’t be from me.



