The snowflakes danced around us, but I barely noticed. My girlfriend had left, and I was alone with him, a man who made my heart race. We stood outside the bar, the night air crisp and cold, but the alcohol in our veins kept us warm. The snow didn’t bother us; we were lost in each other’s eyes, our breaths visible in the frosty air. It was late, maybe 2:30 am, and the streets were deserted. We moved to a secluded corner, away from prying eyes, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. The thrill of being caught sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to impress him, to show him how much I desired him. So, I playfully squatted down, my eyes locked on his, and I took his cock into my mouth, feeling the power of my own submission. The snow fell around us, but all I could focus on was the taste of him, the hardness of his cock, and the knowledge that my husband was asleep just one block away, blissfully unaware of my secret pleasure.
Street Corner: A Cuckold’s Secret Desire
The snow continued to fall as I knelt there, my mouth working his cock with a fervor I hadn’t known I possessed. The cold bit at my skin, but the heat between my legs was all-consuming. I could feel his hands in my hair, guiding me, and I reveled in the sensation of being used, of being his plaything. The thought of my husband, so close yet so far away, added an extra layer of excitement. I was his whore, his slut, and I loved every second of it. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own private moment of ecstasy. The snow, the cold, the risk of being caught—it all heightened the experience, making it more intense, more real. And as I took him deeper, I knew that this was just the beginning of a night I would never forget.



