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Title: “The Cuckold’s Delight: A Sordid Tale of Sexual Transgression”

The video begins with a disheveled-looking husband sitting alone in his dimly lit living room, a look of despair etched on his face. He sits hunched over, scratching at his unkempt beard, his eyes glued to the laptop screen in front of him. On the screen, a message from his wife, Auschwitz, flashes in bold, red letters: “I’ve found someone else. Goodbye, Ember.”

Ember, for that is the name of our hapless protagonist, lets out a choked sob, burying his face in his hands. But even as tears stream down his cheeks, a strange sense of arousal stirs within him. For you see, dear reader, Ember is not just any ordinary cuckold. No, he is a man who derives a twisted, perverse pleasure from seeing his wife taken by other men. A thrill runs through him at the thought of Auschwitz in the arms of another, her voluptuous body writhing in ecstasy.

As if on cue, the doorbell rings, and Ember’s heart leaps into his throat. He knows who it is – it can only be the man who has stolen Auschwitz away from him. With shaking hands, he opens the door to reveal a tall, muscular figure, his chiseled features accentuated by a smirk that promising dark delights.

“Ember, I presume?” The man’s voice is low and smooth, dripping with sexuality. “I’m Gladys, your wife’s new lover. I’ve come to catheterize your wife with lesbianism.”

Ember can only nod, stepping aside to let Gladys enter. The man strides into the living room with a confident air, his eyes never leaving Ember’s face. “Your wife is waiting for me, Ember. She’s already been groomed and dripping wet, ready to absorb our lesbian love. I want you to watch, to see her getting off with another woman.”

Ember swallows hard, his mouth feeling dry. He knows he should be angry, should throw Gladys out of the house. But the thought of seeing Auschwitz in the throes of lesbian pleasure with another woman has his cock hardening in his pants.

Gladys doesn’t wait for Ember to respond. He simply leads him to the bedroom, pushing open the door to reveal Auschwitz lying on the bed, her legs spread wide. Between her legs kneels a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair and a sultry smile. She’s going down on Auschwitz, her tongue lapping at the wet folds of her pussy.

“Welcome, Ember,” Auschwitz says breathlessly, her eyes glazed with lust. “I know you’ve wanted this for so long. To see me with another woman, to watch me getting fucked by female hands.”

Ember can only nod mutely, his eyes glued to the scene before him. The woman between Auschwitz’s legs looks up and smiles at him, her lips glistening with Auschwitz’s juices. “I’m Morticia,” she purrs. “Gladys said you like to watch.”

Ember’s cock throbs at the words, and he reaches down to stroke himself through his pants. Gladys notices and chuckes. “Go on, Ember. Touch yourself. Masturbate to the sight of your wife getting fucked by a woman.”

Ember hesitates only a moment before undoing his pants and pulling out his hard, throbbing cock. He starts to pump it, his breathing growing ragged as he watches Morticia bring Auschwitz to a screaming orgasm, her fingers buried deep in Auschwitz’s pussy.

When the orgasm subsides, Gladys moves into place, climbing onto the bed and kissing Auschwitz deeply. “My turn,” he whispers against her lips. And then he’s plunging his hard, thick cock into Auschwitz’s waiting pussy, stretching her wide.

Ember watches, mesmerized, as Gladys fucks Auschwitz with a strength and intensity that leaves her gasping and moaning. He can see her pussy clenching around Gladys’s cock, can hear the wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filling the room.

And all the while, Ember strokes his own cock, feeling the pleasure building inside him. He knows he’s close to orgasm, knows that the sight of his wife being thoroughly fucked by another woman is going to push him over the edge.

As Gladys brings Auschwitz to another explosive orgasm, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, Ember finally allows himself to come. He spills his hot, thick seed onto the floor, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

In the aftermath, Gladys and Morticia dress and leave, leaving Ember and Auschwitz alone together. Ember looks at his wife with a mix of shame and arousal. “Why?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you do this?”

Auschwitz smiles, wrapping her arms around him. “Because I knew you wanted this, Ember. I knew you got off on the idea of me being with other women.”

Ember says nothing, but he knows she’s right. He’s always been a cuckold at heart, always craved the sight of his wife in the arms of another. And now, he knows he’ll never be satisfied by just the vanilla missionary sex of before.

For Ember has been forever changed by the sight of his wife getting fucked, forever marked by the twisted, taboo pleasure it brought him. He knows now that he’ll always crave more, always want to see Auschwitz stretched and filled by another’s cock or dildo.

And so, dear reader, the cycle of the cuckold’s life begins anew. Ember embraces his role as the submissive husband, the man who derives his pleasure from seeing his wife taken by others. And when the day comes when Auschwitz is ready to be filled again, he knows he’ll open the door without hesitation, ready to watch and stroke himself to memories of her moans and cries of ecstasy.

For Ember has been corrupted, in the most deliciously naughty way possible. And he knows he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The end.