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CUCKOLD | HUMILIATION | DEGRADATION
Cuckold’s Valentine’s Day Gift
My stomach churned, and even the shards of my heart shattered when Kate’s loud moans turned into animalistic, needy screams of pleasure. She had never sounded like that with me, not even once.
Tom’s POV
I walked inside my home, kicking the door closed behind me. I glanced at the bouquet of roses and the champagne bottle in my hands, checking if I’d brought them both safely and still in one piece. They were my wife’s favorites, red and luxurious, and I was sure she was going to love them.
It was Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to surprise Kate with something special. I still couldn’t believe how lovely and supportive she was and how she accepted and embraced my fantasies.
I’m so fucking lucky to have her as my wife.
“Yes, God! This is amazing! Fuck!”
I froze. My wife’s voice reached me from the bedroom, followed by the moans and whimpers I knew so well. The bed was creaking so loudly that I could hear it from where I was, aka the hallway.
A cold shiver ran down my spine, my hands trembling around the bottle and the roses…
