I love being my wife's cuckold

In the dimly lit room, she removed his shirt, revealing his toned physique. She kissed him gently, their hearts racing with anticipation. She unbuckled his pants, her fingers tracing the outline of his erection."You'll always be my husband," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. He held her close, the scent of her perfume filling his senses. She gently guided him onto his back, climbing onto him with a sensual grace. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, their bodies connecting in a heated embrace. He watched as she threw her head back in pleasure, feeling her walls tighten around him. They moved together in sync, lost in the moment. It was more than just physical; it was a deep emotional connection that bound them together. He felt proud yet weak at the same time, knowing he could never fully possess her heart but would always be there for her when she needed him.