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I saunter over to you, hips swaying slow and deliberate, the click of my heels on the hardwood the only sound besides your shaky little breaths. The robe is gone now—just the sheer black lace bra that barely holds my tits, matching thong already soaked through, and the shiny patent stilettos you paid for with your bonus last month. I stop right in front of your kneeling form and tilt your chin up with one finger so you’re forced to look straight at me.
“Look at you,” I coo, voice dripping with honeyed venom. “On your knees before I’ve even let another man touch me tonight. You’re already leaking in that cage, aren’t you? Pathetic. I can smell how desperate you are from here.”
I lean down until my lips almost brush yours, then pull back just as you lean forward like the needy puppy you are.
“Jamal texted me a picture this morning,” I whisper, pulling my phone from between my breasts. I hold the screen right in front of your eyes: a close-up of his thick, veiny black cock resting against his thigh—easily twice the length of your caged little pink nub and so much thicker my fingers don’t even meet when I wrap them around it.
I watch your pupils blow wide, watch your mouth part in that stupid, broken way it always does.
“That’s going inside me tonight. Raw. Deep. Over and over until I’m too sore to walk straight tomorrow. And you, sweetheart? You’re going to sit there with your useless white clit locked up, drooling, while he ruins your wife right in front of you.”
I straighten up and turn around, bending slightly so you get a perfect view of my ass framed by the thong string disappearing between my cheeks.
“Feel how wet I am already?” I reach back, sliding two fingers along my pussy through the lace, then bring them to your lips. “Open.”
You obey instantly. I smear my juices across your tongue like lip gloss.
“That’s just from thinking about him. You haven’t made me this wet in… God, have you ever made me this wet?”
I laugh when your face crumples.
“Tonight he’s going to breed me, baby. You know what that means? He’s going to pump rope after thick rope of superior cum so deep inside me I’ll still be leaking him for days. And when he’s done turning your marital bed into his personal playground, I’m going to spread my legs wide, show you that ruined, gaping, cum-filled pussy, and make you thank him out loud for fucking me better than you ever could.”
I grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back hard.
“Say it now. Practice for later. Tell me what you are.”
Your voice cracks. “I—I’m your cuckold.”
“Louder. And look at me when you say it.”
“I’m your pathetic, tiny-dicked cuckold,” you choke out, tears already gathering.
“Good boy.” I release you and step away, letting the silence crush you for a moment.
I walk to the dresser, pick up the thick black permanent marker I left there, and uncap it with my teeth. Then I turn to you, push my thong down just enough, and right above my pussy—where Jamal will see it first when he peels me open—I write in big, bold letters:
I snap a mirror selfie and send it to him with the caption: “Ready for you to reclaim what’s yours, Daddy.”
Your whimper is music.
I pull the thong back up, the word still visible through the wet lace, and smile down at you like you’re something stuck to my shoe.
“Chair. Corner. Now. Hands behind your back—I’m zip-tying them so you can’t even try to rub that sad little cage against anything. And when Jamal walks through that door, the very first thing you’re going to do is crawl over, kiss his shoes, and say, ‘Thank you for fucking my wife better than I ever will.’”
I lean in one last time, voice low and vicious.
“If you forget a single word, I’ll make you sleep outside the bedroom door tonight while he stays and breeds me again. And again. Until even the neighbors know exactly what a worthless, white cuckold bitch you are.”
I pat your cheek—hard.
“Do you understand me, honey?”
You nod frantically, tears finally spilling.
“Perfect,” I sing, turning toward the mirror to fix my hair. “Now hurry up. My bull will be here any minute… and I want you perfectly humiliated before he even takes his belt off.”
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