The sound of water splashing and laughter fills the air, a symphony of summer fun that masks the storm brewing inside me. I’m a cuckold, a willing participant in her games, and this holiday is just another chapter in our twisted tale. The woman in the red bikini, my wife, sits at the pool’s edge, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. She’s holding a drink, her eyes locked on the camera, a neutral expression that hides the devilish plans brewing in her mind. She’s the queen of this domain, and I’m her loyal subject, ready to serve her every whim, no matter how degrading or humiliating.
What Secrets Does Her Smile Hide?
The background is a blur of bodies, a sea of flesh and desire. Some are sitting, some standing, and a few are floating, lost in the moment. The sun beats down, casting a harsh light on the scene, but it’s the shadows in her eyes that truly terrify me. She’s a slut, a whore in the best sense of the words, and she knows it. Her question, ‘Honey, would you be jealous or turned on if I slept with someone while we’re here on holiday?’, hangs in the air, a challenge and a promise. I’m her cuckold, her plaything, and I live for these moments, even as they tear me apart. The power she holds over me is absolute, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Her smile, her body, her very presence commands obedience, and I am hers to command.

