Forced to Submit: My Husband’s Bully Takes Control of Our Threesome

I remember the moment like it was yesterday, the scent of her perfume mingling with the musk of sex in the air. She was lying there, her body spread out on the couch, her eyes closed in a mix of pleasure and submission. I could see the way her body responded to his touch, the way her hips arched as he pressed his cock against her pussy. I was there, kissing her, but it was his cock that was making her moan. I could feel the humiliation, the knowledge that I was just a spectator to her pleasure. And then, there was the sound of his voice, rough and demanding, as he told her to take it, to take his cock. I watched, my own arousal growing, as she obeyed, her body trembling with each thrust.

Her Pleasure, My Humiliation

It was a strange mix of emotions, the thrill of watching her with another man, the sting of knowing I was just a bystander. I could feel the heat of his body, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, and I knew I was nothing compared to him. She was his, in that moment, and I was just there to witness it. I could feel the wetness between her legs, the way her pussy clenched around his cock, and I knew she was close. I could hear the sounds of their bodies slapping together, the wet, sloppy noises that filled the room. And then, there was the moment, the climax, the way her body shook and her mouth opened in a silent scream. I was there, but I was also not there, a ghost in the room, a witness to her pleasure and my own humiliation.