I’m sitting here, watching her get ready, and I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and jealousy. She’s standing in front of the mirror, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, her slim, toned body accentuated by that black lace teddy. The open back and cutouts at her hips tease just enough to drive me wild. Her ass, round and firm, is barely covered, and I can see the curve of her breasts, perky and inviting, under the lace. She’s smirking, looking over her shoulder at me, her eyes full of mischief. I know what she’s thinking, and it’s making me hard. She’s going out, and I’m staying here, waiting, imagining what she’ll do, who she’ll be with. It’s a game we play, and I’m her willing cuckold, her devoted husband, waiting for her to come home and tell me all about it.
