I’m on my knees, my face buried in her pussy, tasting her sweetness as she moans and texts another man. Her fingers grip my hair, pulling me closer, and I can’t help but feel a mix of humiliation and arousal. She’s my wife, but in this moment, she’s someone else’s fantasy. I lick and suck, my tongue working her clit as she talks dirty to him, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s imagining it’s his cock she’s riding. I’m her cuckold, her devoted slave, and I’ll do anything to please her, even if it means sharing her with another man.
What Does It Mean to Be a Cuckold?
I’ve never felt more alive, more connected to her, than when I’m on my knees, worshipping her body. I’m not just her husband; I’m her toy, her plaything, and I love every second of it. I can hear her breath hitch as she reads his messages, and I know she’s close. I redouble my efforts, my tongue flicking and swirling, and she comes with a cry, her juices flooding my mouth. I swallow it all, savoring the taste of her pleasure, and I know I’ll do it again and again, because I’m her cuckold, and I live for her satisfaction.