The soft, natural light filters through the window, casting a warm glow on the scene unfolding before me. She stands there, half-dressed in a bikini bottom, her arms toned and ready. Her reflection in the mirror shows a woman confident and eager, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Behind her, barely visible, is the other woman, her arms wrapped around my wife, a silent witness to this intimate moment. The room is filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness, a tension that’s almost palpable. And there, on the mirror, is the text: ‘Honey, he wants me to send a picture of my ass. Will you take it for me?’ It’s a simple request, yet it carries so much weight. I feel a mix of emotions—pride, desire, and a hint of jealousy. But mostly, I feel a deep sense of satisfaction in being the one to capture this moment, to be the cuckold who holds the camera, the one who makes her desires a reality.
Mid-Morning Intimacy
The camera is steady in my hands, the lens focused on her curves, her confidence. I can see the slight tremble in her legs, the way her breath catches as she poses. It’s a dance, this act of submission and control, and I’m the choreographer. The room is quiet, except for the soft hum of the camera and the occasional rustle of fabric. Her eyes meet mine in the reflection, a silent question, a plea for approval. I nod, encouraging her, and she relaxes, her body language shifting from nervous to seductive.As I snap the picture, I can almost hear the click of the shutter echoing in the room. It’s a moment frozen in time, a testament to her desire and my role in fulfilling it. The image will be sent, a token of her submission, a trophy for the bull. But for now, it’s just us, in this room, in this moment, where I am the cuckold, the photographer, the silent observer of her pleasure.








I love this…