My Wife's Thirsty Morning Routine with My Friend

So there I am, waking up to the smell of bacon, knowing damn well what’s going on. My wife, she’s got this routine, right? Whenever my ‘friend’ stays over, she puts on this sheer white nightie, the one that barely covers her ass. It’s like a fucking signal, you know? She knows I’m watching, knows I can see her perky tits and hard nipples through that thin fabric. Her pussy, it’s barely covered, just a hint of her slit peeking through. She leans over, giving me a perfect view of her spread legs, knowing I’m powerless to do anything but watch. It’s a fucking torture, seeing her like that, knowing she’s doing it for him, not me. But that’s the game, isn’t it? She’s the slut, I’m the cuck, and he’s the fucking king. And I’m left here, hard and humiliated, while she serves him breakfast in her nightie, a fucking trophy for his conquest.