We Would Turn Her Into a Cuck
She’d catch on to our affair soon. The late nights. The perfume. The dishevelled hair. The card payments. She’s not stupid. She’d know. The spineless whore could never leave me though. She’d try to take back control of our marriage by controlling our affair. She’d try to become the cool wife that’s okay with her husband burying his cock to the root in another woman’s tight cunt every week.
God, it’d tear her apart.
I’d fuck you on our bed while she watches. She’d watch me whisper vile shit in your ears while we mock her, and she’d simply smile with her teary eyes and her fingers desperately trying to work her cunt. She’d want to be a cuck. She’d want to want this. But she’d hate it. And we’d love it. I’d plaster your obscene body with kisses and rail your holes hard, spraying her pillow with your squirt in front of her.
She’d delude herself into thinking she’s got any power. She’d ask me when you’re coming over and try to give her approval whenever I tell her you’ll be coming tonight. The pathetic cunt would try to assert herself as someone who wants to share her husband. And we’d take advantage of that, wouldn’t we?
We’d spit on her and have her drink our piss. We’d beat her and laugh at her, all while we convince her this is what she wants. All the while she fingerbangs her dry cunt, trying not to let the tears show. I hope she breaks at some point. I’d cum so fucking hard if I heard her voice begging me not to cum in you for once. She’d beg to fuck me for once. The hot, angry tears. The enraged, embittered voice. The complete lack of hope. Fuck, I think she’d accept her place as a powerless, useless cuck at that point.
I’m sure you’d laugh as well, watching her crawl onto the foot of our bed every night, like some neglected bitch. We can’t help but to be so evil. So wicked. So utterly devilish.