Wife’s Lace Undies: A Cuckold’s Wet Dream

The bedroom is a stage set for my fantasies, where the warm lighting casts a golden glow over the scene. Her body, draped in a black off-shoulder top and white lace underwear, is the centerpiece. The lace, delicate and inviting, barely conceals the curves that have driven me to the brink of obsession. Her legs are spread, a silent invitation to the bull who will soon claim what is rightfully his. The pillows are scattered, a testament to the passion that will unfold.

Her Smile: A Promise of Pleasure

Her smile, soft and knowing, is a promise of the pleasure to come. It’s a smile that says she’s already imagining the cock that will fill her, the hands that will roam her body. The green pickle emoji and the blue water droplet, superimposed on the image, hint at the flavors and sensations that will soon be hers. The text, dripping with anticipation, reads like a script for the night’s performance. ‘Arrange a right bull for your wife and then see the magic,’ it says, and I can almost hear her laughter, a sound that will soon be replaced by moans of ecstasy.The setting is intimate, a sanctuary where my fantasies become reality. The bed, a battlefield of pleasure, is where she will surrender to the bull’s desires. The lace underwear, a mere whisper of fabric, will soon be discarded, leaving her bare and vulnerable to his touch. The room is charged with anticipation, a silent countdown to the moment when she will be taken, when her body will be used for his pleasure.As I imagine the scene, my cock throbs with need. The thought of her, spread and ready, her pussy glistening with desire, is almost too much to bear. The bull, a stranger to her, will claim what is his, and she will welcome him with open arms. The magic, as promised, will unfold, and I will be left to clean up the mess, a reminder of the pleasure she has experienced. It’s a role I embrace, a role that defines me as her cuckold, her devoted servant in the dance of desire.