Why Does Watching Her Cheat Make Me So Hard?

I can’t take my eyes off her ass, round and pale, spread wide by his hand. The way he grips her, like she’s his property, makes my cock throb. Six months of this—six fucking months—and I’m still here, watching, always watching. Her ex-boyfriend’s cock must be magic, because she can’t resist him. Not even close. He fucks her like she’s a whore, and she loves it. I can see it in the way her body responds, the way she pushes back against him, begging for more. And me? I’m just the cuckold, stroking my cock, imagining what it would be like to be him, to have her like that. But I know I’ll never be him. I’ll never be enough for her. Not when he can make her scream like that.

The Humiliation of Knowing She Can’t Resist Him

The clock on the wall reads 6:15, but time feels frozen. I’m stuck in this moment, watching her get pounded in our basement. The boxes, the metal rack—it’s all a blur. All I can focus on is her ass, his hand, and the knowledge that this happens at least once a week. At his house, at his office. He’s the bull, and I’m the cuck, left to jerk off to the videos he sends me. It’s humiliating, but fuck, it turns me on. The way he degrades her, calls her a slut, makes her beg for his cock. I can almost hear her moans, see the pleasure on her face. And I’m here, hard as a rock, hating myself for wanting this, for needing this. But I do. I need to see her like this, to know that she’s his, that he can make her come like no one else can. Even if it kills me inside.