Lifestyles Of The Cuckolded #13

Nothing beats a threesome—your buddy nailing some hot chick while you stand there like a loser. Unless that buddy is me and that wife is Sarah Jessie, my wife. Yeah, I say the words but it’s all smoke. She makes me sit in the corner, zip shut, and watch her take it. That’s my life: front-row seat to her getting railed while my dick stays dry. She thinks I’m into it. I’m not. I’m just the guy who pays the mortgage and gets told to shut up. She calls the shots, picks the dude, laughs when I flinch. I’m her fuck-boy wallet, nothing more. Some days I daydream about flipping the script, bending her over the kitchen counter, making her feel every inch until she begs. But for now I’m just the chump holding the door while another man walks in. Boo-hoo. Cry me a fucking river.