You already know your place.

You sit in the chair across the room while another man takes what’s yours. You watch the way my legs wrap around him. You listen to the soft, helpless sounds I make when he’s deeper than you ever get. And you stay hard the entire time… because this is exactly what you need.

I’m Ava. And I make cuckolds out of men who thought they were in control.

I don’t hide it from you. I want you to see everything. The way he grips my hips. The way my back arches when he hits that perfect spot. The way I look over at you while he’s still inside me and smile — not mean, just honest. Like I’m letting you in on the secret.

You’re allowed to stroke. You’re allowed to leak. You’re just not allowed to touch me until he’s finished and I’ve decided you’ve earned it.

When he’s done, he leaves me open and full. That’s your moment, baby. That’s when you finally get to come closer. I spread my legs a little wider and look down at you with soft eyes.

Clean me up.

Slow. Careful. Taste what a real man left inside your wife. Thank me while you do it. Tell me how good I look freshly fucked. Tell me how much you needed this.

Some nights I make you wait until I’m ready for round two. Some nights I let you curl up against me afterward while I run my fingers through your hair and tell you what a good boy you were for watching. Either way, you leave knowing exactly where you stand… and somehow you still come back for more.

That’s the part I love most. Watching a man realize he doesn’t just tolerate this — he craves it.