I remember the way her ass jiggled as she walked down the sidewalk, those tight black leggings hugging every curve. The way men’s eyes followed her, their gazes lingering on her round, perky ass. I loved knowing they wanted her, that she was mine to share. The sheer fabric of her leggings left little to the imagination, her ass cheeks visibly outlined, the crack between them teasingly visible. She was a vision, a walking wet dream, and I was the lucky bastard who got to watch the world drool over her. The way her long, dark hair swayed with each step, the way her gray top clung to her body, it was all a turn-on. I could feel my cock hardening, knowing that she was out there, turning heads, being admired, and that she was mine. The power of knowing that I was the one who got to take her home, to fuck her, to make her mine again and again. That’s what being a cuckold is all about, and I fucking loved it.