Netorare Cuckold Temptation: The Joker’s Dark Game

Dude, so this netorare cuckold thing—I finally tried it—and fuck, man, her, sprawled out, that shitty set of handcuffs on the bedpost, and I’m just watching. The neighbor’s muffled laugh from the other room. My heart’s this hammer, a wild beat. She twists her neck to look at me, smirk and all, sweat beading on her throat. Felt like my blood turned to something thick, that sting in my chest, that weird hot ache. Then he walks in. The room just kind of loses light, sounds, all muffled, just him touching her hip. She gasped. Fuck my hard-on, straining against my jeans, so guilty. His territories, her arching into hands not mine, biting her own fist. My breath catching, she caught my eye, all glassy, giddy mutiny. Couldn’t watch, ogling through the crack between my fingers. Man. That finish unfinished haunted, aching, and I’ve jacked off to it, like, eight times.