Do you really want to know how good I had it with your wife? Oh, it was exquisite, far beyond anything she's ever experienced with you. We met in a bar, and the way she looked at me was enough to tell that she was starving for something real, something you've never given her. And when she suggested a more private setting, it was clear what she needed, and I was more than happy to oblige. She begged to be fucked in every way you’ve failed her—first her mouth, hungrily taking me deeper than you could ever dream of reaching, her moans muffled by fervor and need. Then, when she begged for more—her eyes wild with lust—we took it a step further. She pleaded for it in her ass, so desperate for the kind of fuck only a real man could give her. And I didn't hold back, giving her the intensity, the dominance she craved, making her scream not just in pleasure, but in a cathartic release of all her pent-up dissatisfaction with you. So listen closely, you pathetic cuckold, because these are the memories you’re living with now, every time you touch her, every time you lie beside her. Remember, she’s been somewhere you’ll never truly take her.