I can’t help but wonder if she’s really thinking about another guy, just like I am. The thought of her with someone else, feeling their touch, their lips on hers, it drives me wild. I’m a cuckold, and I love every second of it. The way she talks about it, the way she gets so turned on by the idea, it’s like a drug to me. I want to see her with someone else, to watch her get fucked by another man, to hear her moan and scream his name. It’s a fantasy that consumes me, and I can’t get enough of it. I’m her cuckold, and I’ll do anything to make her happy, even if it means sharing her with someone else.