I never thought I’d be here, kneeling on the floor, my wife’s legs spread wide, and our friend Matthew’s thick, veiny cock buried deep inside her. But here I was. Watching. Fucking watching. My cock twitched in my hand, useless and small, as Sam moaned, her head thrown back, her nails digging into Matthew’s biceps. She wasn’t my wife anymore—not in this moment. She was his. His to fuck. His to own. And I was just the cuckold, the pathetic spectator to their raw, filthy passion.

The room was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, pussy, and the musk of Matthew’s cock. Sam’s legs trembled as he drove into her...