She’s Getting Ready to Cheat, Smiling While Touching Herself

I remember the day like it was yesterday. The bathroom mirror reflected her smug grin as she posed, her hands cupping her tits, pushing them up like a fucking trophy. She knew I’d see this, knew it would eat me alive. The text overlaid on the image was like a knife twisting in my gut: ‘Yes, I’m at his house and cheating on you… Don’t be jealous, sweetie. Isn’t it hot knowing another guy is cumming in me tonight.’ Her words, her fucking words, were a slap in the face, a reminder of how much of a pathetic cuck I am.

Bathroom: The Scene of Her Betrayal

The bathroom, once a place of intimacy, had become a stage for her humiliation. The soft lighting cast shadows that danced across the tile walls, highlighting her curves and the smug satisfaction on her face. She was getting ready, not just for a night out, but for a night of fucking another man. The shower behind her was a reminder of the countless times we’d shared that space, our bodies entwined. Now, it was just a backdrop to her betrayal.

Her Message: A Cuckold’s Nightmare

Her words were a fucking taunt, a cruel reminder of my place. ‘Isn’t it hot knowing another guy is cumming in me tonight?’ Hot? It was fucking scalding, like acid in my veins. I could picture it, her legs wrapped around some other guy, her moans filling his ears, not mine. Her body, once mine, now a playground for his cock. The thought of his cum dripping out of her, marking her as his, was a fucking nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.The image, a snapshot of her betrayal, was a constant reminder of my humiliation. Her smile, her tits, her fucking words—all of it was a testament to her power over me. I was her cuck, her pathetic husband, left to imagine her fucking another man. And she knew it, reveled in it. That’s the fucking truth of it all.