I am Frank, and I’m a cuck. After too many years of quiet strangulation, I nearly snapped and walked away from everything. So many years I wasted trying to be the perfect husband, a good father, and a productive little bee.

I hate that I wasted that time.

Now though, I’ve found — No, that’s not right. We found what we really wanted from our sex life. Without Karen, I’d have been just as miserable as before, but I’d be miserable alone.

I’m tied to the chair in Sam’s — that’s Karen’s bull — hotel room. That ubiquitous upholstered wood frame chair in every midrange hotel in the world. My ass sweats into the fabric as he fucks my wife.

I love that she enjoys how he fucks her. I know what you’re thinking. Bull, he must be a big Black man with a massive cock. Honestly, he’s not that much bigger than I am, and Karen has never complained about my size. What he has that I don’t have is presence. He walks into the room, and he owns everyone his eye rests on.

She’s on her back on the single king-sized bed that he gets every time. Wearing nothing but her shiny blue heels, her legs spread wide for him, waiting for him to take her. Her pussy is slick in anticipation. My dick is hard, pressing against my belly with the same anticipation.