Congratulations, sissy faggot. You are no longer a man.

I sent it to him last night. He's my wife's regular now, been fucking her for three months, and she finally let me watch last weekend. First time he actually talked to me instead of just ignoring I was even there. Told me if I was gonna stare at his dick that much I should at least learn how it feels getting fucked by one. Then he grinned. Like he'd already decided something. So this morning he shows up while she's at work. Just walks in, tells me to strip, and bends me over the kitchen table before I can even ask what we're doing. My shorts are around one ankle. The wood's cold under my stomach. He's got one hand on the back of my neck holding me down and the other spreading my ass open. I hear him spit. Then he's pushing in. It burns. I make this sound I didn't know I could make. He laughs once, low, and keeps going. Slow at first like he's testing how much I can take. Then harder. The table keeps sliding a little with each thrust. My face keeps hitting the wood. I can see my phone on the chair where I dropped it and I know this is probably being recorded but I don't care anymore. He's grunting now. Getting close. I feel his thighs tense up against mine and his grip on my neck tightens. That's when it hits me what he's actually doing. He's not just fucking me to prove a point. He's about to cum in my ass. And I'm letting him. Bent over my own kitchen table in the middle of the day with my wife's bull buried balls deep in me. He finishes with this short, sharp thrust and stays there a second, breathing hard. I can feel it leaking out already when he pulls back. He slaps my ass once, not hard, just enough to make me flinch. Then he says "good girl" and walks out.