The lighting in the room was soft, casting a warm glow over the scene. I was holding the tablet, my fingers trembling slightly as I scrolled through the photos. The image on the screen was of her, my wife, partially nude and sprawled out on the couch. Her legs were spread, and the camera angle caught every curve of her body. I could almost hear her laughter, the sound of her pleasure echoing in my mind. And there, in the foreground, was the unmistakable sight of a cock, thick and hard, ready to plunge into her waiting pussy. It was my best friend’s, the one who always got what he wanted, especially when it came to her.
Her Moans, My Humiliation
I remember the first time I saw them together. The way she looked at him, the way her body responded to his touch. It was a mix of jealousy and arousal, a cocktail that left me dizzy. I watched as he entered her, his hips thrusting with a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that was both my torment and my thrill. I was the cuckold, the one who watched and waited, my own desires a distant second to her satisfaction. And in that moment, as I held the tablet, I knew I wouldn’t have it any other way. Her pleasure was my humiliation, and I was addicted to it.
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My Husband’s Surprise: A Night With a Bull
Friday Night’s Wet Office Betrayal: My Wife’s Bossy Blowjob
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