Your Idea: A Husband's Cuckold Fantasy Brutally Unfolds In Front Of Him

When I forgot to clear my browser history, I honestly thought my marriage was over. Then Emma found the videos—wives on their knees, husbands filming, strangers doing whatever they wanted—and everything ignited.

We were just a normal couple. I wasn’t the jealous type (or so I told myself), and Emma had never craved the spotlight. In fact, she’d barely given head in years. But the night she caught me watching KatieHotwife get spit-roasted by two men, something cracked open inside her. She didn’t scream. She didn’t leave. She smiled.

Things escalated fast. Emma went from reserved wife to on her knees on the patio, our neighbor’s thick cock stretching her lips while I watched from the balcony—helpless, harder than I’d ever been. She swallowed him whole, let him come on her face, then looked up at me with cum on her lips and smiled. And when she finally took me in her mouth—after years of begging—she pulled off just before I finished and “That’s reserved for the big ones, babe.”

Jealousy. Shame. Hunger. Power. We weren’t just living the fantasy. We were becoming it.

The question now isn’t whether we’ll stop. The question how far will she make me watch?