I can’t help but wonder, as I watch her fingers disappear inside her glistening pussy, who she’s imagining is fucking her. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls, and I’m left here, a useless cuck, as she gets off on someone else’s cock. Her body arches, her back pressing into the mattress, and I can see the pleasure written all over her face. She’s a vision of ecstasy, her pussy dripping with her own juices, and I’m nothing but a spectator to her pleasure. I should be the one making her cum this loud, but instead, I’m just a pathetic onlooker, watching as she gets off on someone else’s dick. It’s a cruel reality, but it’s the one I live in, as her husband, her cuck, and her biggest fucking disappointment.