I'm writing this down for you, pathetic cuckold, so you know how it happened. she told me straight to my face, "you fuck me like a man, unlike him," and i watched her body shake with the truth of those words. i fucked her in your bedroom, on the very bed, with her face pressed into the pillow while she screamed my name, gasping with pleasure, her fingers clawing at the sheets. and then she looked at your wedding photo, grinned, and started sucking my dick right in front of your vows. i fucked her face in your wedding album. she gasped, scratched, howled - like a bitch who knows she's not yours anymore. every day i write down which position she moaned the loudest in, what she said when she came, how she begged me to give it to her mouth while you were just a silent donor. every day i come up with a new humiliation for you: tomorrow i'll bend her over the kitchen table where you ate your pathetic dinner and i'll pound her so hard her legs will tremble and she'll beg me not to stop. i'm her husband, her master, and you're just a wallet paying for her orgasms. repeat after me until you break: "i'm her husband. you're just co-financing."