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As I stood at the door, watching my wife’s body being devoured by another man, my heart sank and my stomach turned. My name is Tom, and I’ve all the time had a fetish for cuckoldry, the idea of sitting back and watching another man please my wife.

Tonight, however, the reality of it was hitting me full force. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of humiliation and jealousy, and yet, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me.

My wife, Sarah, was lying naked on the bed, her body writhing and moaning under the skillful touch of our guest for the night, a tall, muscular man named Jake. His hands were all over her, exploring every curve and crevice of her body, and I could see the pleasure written all over her face.

Jake was everything I wasn’t; confident, dominant, and incredibly well-endowed. I knew that he was a real threat to my masculinity, yet somehow, that only made my desire for him to take control of my wife grow even stronger.

As I watched Jake’s muscular form bend Sarah over, I felt a twitch of jealousy grip my heart. I wanted to be the one giving her those sensations, the one making her scream with pleasure, but I knew deep down that Jake was better at it than I could ever be.

I knew what was coming next; Jake was gonna take her hard and fast, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy before leaving her lying there, heart racing and body trembling with pleasure. And as I watched my own surrender unfold before my eyes, I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it.

As Jake thrust into her harder and harder, I could feel the heat building inside of me, and I knew that I was about to explode.

Suddenly, Jake pulled out of her, and I saw the cum dripping out of Sarah’s well-used pussy. My heart sank even further as Jake looked at me with a smirk on his face; he knew what he had done to me, and he enjoyed it.

I felt my own cock throb in response, and I knew that I couldn’t hold back any longer. I stepped into the room, and Jake moved apart, allowing me to take my turn with Sarah.

As I entered her, I felt a rush of pleasure and shame, all at once. I knew that I would never be able to satisfy her the way Jake had, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to be a part of this, to lose myself in the pleasure of my own humiliation.

As I thrust into her harder and harder, I could feel my own pleasure building to a crescendo, and I knew that I was about to explode. I came inside her with a loud groan, feeling the release of my pent-up lust and shame all at once.

As I collapsed onto her, I realized that I had finally found what I had been looking for all along. Watching my own surrender, being humiliated by another man’s prowess, had given me the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced.

And as I lay there with Sarah, my body weak and my mind reeling, I knew that I would never be able to go back to the way things were before. I was forever changed by the experiences of the past few hours, and I knew that I would all the time crave the rush of pleasure and shame that came with watching my own surrender.
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