Imagine this: you’re out at a nice restaurant, sitting across from your beautiful girlfriend - you adore her, worship her. But tonight, dinner comes with a confession. I lean in, smirking, and tell you exactly how I let a real man take me in the gym bathroom, how I moaned for him, how he used me while you sat at home, clueless. Oh how well your girlfriend got fucked. Your stomach twists, your heart races, but you can’t look away. You’re just a weak little cuck, made to listen as your perfect, untouchable girlfriend brags about how she got fucked by someone better. But isn’t that what you love? Isn’t having a cheating girlfriend is your dream? This is your role, loser. To sit. To listen. To ache. To accept that you’re nothing but my pathetic, obedient cuckold boyfriend.
