I let you watch — and that’s already more than you deserve. He made me sweat. Moan. Shake. The bed still smells like sex, real sex. And you? You just sat there. Silent. Small. Obedient. When it was over, I didn’t even have to ask. You knew your place. On your knees. Mouth open. Cleaning up the aftermath of a man’s pleasure — and my satisfaction. This is your purpose, cuckold. Nothing more.