So there I was, sitting across from her, my heart pounding like a fucking drum. She’s got this look on her face, all neutral and challenging, like she’s daring me to say something. But I can’t. I’m frozen, watching her bare tits, those small, pink nipples hard as diamonds. She’s unbuttoned that white shirt all the way, and there she is, my wife, flashing her tits in a goddamn cafe. And she’s not even trying to hide it. The coffee cup sits there, untouched, as she leans back, giving everyone a fucking show. I can feel the eyes on her, on us. She’s enjoying this, the slut. She’s always been a tease, but this? This is next level. I’m just a cuck, sitting here, watching her parade her tits around like she owns the place. And she does. She owns me, owns this moment, owns every fucking thing. I’m just here, a pathetic spectator, as she dares the world to keep going. And I know she will. She always does.
