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I watched as my gorgeous wife, Sarah, moaned in pleasure beneath our new lover. His muscular frame loomed over her supple body, the sweat on his glistening chest mingling with hers as they moved in perfect unison.

I had at all times known that my wife was something special. From the moment I saw her in school, I knew she was the one for me. But as the years went on, our sex life had become routine and stale. I knew she needed more, and I was determined to give it to her.

That’s when I discovered the cuckold lifestyle. And now, here we were, my wife riding our new lover while I watched, my cock rock hard and throbbing with desire.

I had given in completely to the pleasure of watching my wife with another man. The wondered of her being pleasured by someone else filled me with an intense arousal that I could never explain.

As I watched them, I could feel my heart racing and my breath quickening. My own cock was straining against my pants, begging to be released so I could join in the fun.

But for now, I was content to simply watch. There was something almost reverent about the way my wife and our lover moved together, their bodies melding perfectly to bring Sarah to the brink of ecstasy.

She called out my name as she came, her body shaking with pleasure as I watched, my own release temporarily forgotten as I savored the moment.

As they finished, our lover collapsed beside her, his chest heaving with exertion. I stepped forward, willing to take my turn. But as I approached, they both turned to me with smirks on their faces.

“Who said you get to join in?” Our lover laughed, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

I knew then that I would be kept at bay, forced to watch as they pleasured each other, my own satisfaction secondary to theirs.

And yet, in that moment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in knowing that I was part of something larger than myself. Watching my wife surrender to her own desires and experiencing the thrill of giving in to my own cuckold tendencies was almost overwhelming.

As they continued, I sat back and watched, marveling at the way their bodies moved together. Eventually, the pleasure became too much for me to bear, and I couldn’t help but start to touch myself, my orgasm building slowly but surely.

In the end, I came just as they were finishing up, my own release echoing theirs in a cacophony of pleasure. We lay there together, exhausted and sated, basking in the afterglow of our shared experience.

It was a moment I would never forget, one that would stay with me no matter what. Watching my wife being pleasured by another man, surrendering to her wildest desires while I watched, was something that had changed me irrevocably.

And though I knew this wouldn’t be the last time we indulged in our cuckold lifestyle, I also knew that I would never forget the first time I watched her pleasure.
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