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“I know you’re watching… and you know you’ll never be enough.” My husband thought he was being clever, installing cameras around the house to see if I’d stay faithful. But I knew. I always knew. And that’s exactly why I invited my lover over — while he was away. While he sat there, weak and alone, watching everything from his little screen… I was with a real man. A man who knows exactly how to touch me. How to please me. How to make me moan in ways my husband never could. And when he finally called me, desperate, watching me live as I was taken in every way he never could handle — I told him the truth: This is what a real man feels like. This is what I’ve always needed. Watch me smile. Watch me shiver with pleasure. Watch me get everything you’ve failed to give me — and know it’s all happening while you sit there, helpless. That’s what turns me on. Knowing you can see it… and knowing it destroys you.