My Hotwife Prepares for Her Bull: A Cuckold’s Torment

I watch her, my heart pounding, as she stands there in the mirror, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her curvy body barely contained by the black lace lingerie. The garter belt hugs her waist, the stockings accentuating her thick thighs, and the panties pulled down just enough to tease. She’s applying her makeup, her eyes focused, her lips slightly parted, and I know she’s thinking of him, the bull, the one who will take her tonight. I’m just the cuck, the one who watches, who waits, who serves. I can see the anticipation in her eyes, the hunger, and I know she’s ready to be taken, to be used, to be his. I’m just the one who gets to watch, who gets to see her in all her glory, who gets to be there when she comes back, satisfied, spent, and mine again, at least until the next time. I’m just the cuck, the one who loves her, who adores her, who can’t help but be turned on by her, by her need, by her desire. I’m just the cuck, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.