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As I sat in the shadows, watching her, desire coursed through me like an unfettered wildfire. She was the embodiment of temptation, alluring and unattainable all at once. I flicked my tongue out to moisten my parched lips, my eyes roving over every curve and swell of her perfect form.

Her name was Emily, and she was everything I wanted but could never have. She was vibrant, confident, and utterly captivating- and her eyes held a spark of sass that made my palms itch to touch her. I had been invited to her home for a dinner party, and I had eagerly accepted- hoping to catch more than just a glimpse of her.

As I sat in the corner, watching the flirtatious guests, my mind wandered to dark fantasies- dreams of possessing her body, of making her scream with pleasure. I tried to push those thoughts away, telling myself that they were wrong- that I had no right to feel desire for a woman who was taken.

But my resistance was futile. Every time she laughed, my heart thudded against my ribs. Every time she brushed against me, my body trembled with need. I was a prisoner of my own lust, and there was no escaping it.

It wasn’t long before my gaze was drawn to the door, and my breath caught in my throat. He was there- her husband. Tall, dark, and handsome- he had a commanding presence that left no doubt as to his dominance. As he strolled into the room, Emily’s face lit up, and I silently fumed with jealousy.

But then something happened that I hadn’t expected. As he greeted his wife, his eyes flicked towards me- and a wicked grin spread across his lips. “Hello,” he said smoothly, extending a hand. “You must be the one Emily’s been telling me about. Mark, isn’t it?”

I nodded dumbly, unsure of what to say. Was he aware of my desire for his wife? Did he know that I had been fantasizing about her for months? The wondered sent a thrill through me, and I struggled to keep my composure.

It wasn’t until later, when the party had wound down and everyone else had gone home, that I found out his true intentions. He beckoned me into the living room, his eyes burning with a feral intensity.

“Listen,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I know what you want. And I’m here to tell you that I’m willing to give it to you.”

I stared at him, my mouth hanging open in shock. “What do you mean?” I asked, my heart racing.

He chuckled, his eyes gleaming. “I mean that I know you’ve been watching my wife. I know you want her. And I’m willing to let you have her. But it won’t be easy.”

My mind reeled, trying to process the implications of his words. “What- what do you want me to do?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He stepped closer, so close that I could feel the heat of his breath on my face. “I want you to watch,” he said, his eyes glittering with dark lust. “I want you to watch while I fuck her. And I want you to jerk off while you do it.”

My mind went blank, the enormity of his request sinking in. He wanted me to be a cuckold, to watch while he fucked his wife. And he wanted me to jerk off.

I could feel my cock stirring in my pants, my body betraying me. “What if I don’t want to?” I asked, trying to sound defiant.

He laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “Then you can leave. But you’ll never see her again. Your choice.”

My whole body was trembling with need, with want. I knew it was wrong, knew I could never do something like this. But the idea of watching her- of seeing her getting fucked, of hearing her moans of pleasure- was too much to withstand.

So I nodded, my mouth dry. “I’ll do it,” I whispered.

His smile widened, and he led the way back to the bedroom. Emily was already there, sprawled out on the bed, her naked body a work of art. My eyes roamed over her curves, her breasts, the slick heat between her thighs. And then they locked onto her husband, who was undoing his pants.

As he pulled his cock free- throbbing and hard- Emily’s eyes flicked open. “What’s going on?” she asked, sitting up.

“Shh,” he whispered, climbing onto the bed. “Just go with it.”

And then he was on her, his mouth finding hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. My eyes were glued to them, unable to look away as he kissed her, nibbling and biting at her lips. Emily moaned, her hands roaming over his back, pulling him closer.

And then he was on her, his cock thrusting into her tight, wet cunt. Emily moaned again, louder this time, and her husband turned to me with a smirk.

“You like that?” he asked, his eyes boring into mine.

I couldn’t even nod, couldn’t even speak as I watched him pound into her, his cock slick with her juices. Emily’s face was flushed, her eyes closed, and I could hear the squelching sounds of their coupling.

It was too much, too intense. And then he was pulling out, his come spilling over her stomach. My own hand was working furiously, my hips thrusting as I came all over myself.

It was over almost before it had begun, the intensity of the pleasure leaving me weak and spent. As I slumped against the wall, panting, Emily’s husband looked at me with amusement.

“Welcome to the club,” he said with a wink.

And I knew then that I was hooked- that I would all the time be the watched and the wanton, a cuckold slave to my dark desires.
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