The View from Outside the Bedroom
Damien is in my bedroom with Cathy. I had no idea what they were doing until I noticed the door left open.
I am standing two inches outside my bedroom doorway. This is as far as I can go; I’m not allowed inside my own bedroom, as decreed by Cathy and her lover, Damien. I signed an agreement that I would abide by their rules and instructions, and nothing I say or do would alter those factors. My home, especially my bedroom, ceased to become mine the day I signed the Cuckold Ownership Agreement contract that bound my wife, Cathy, to her lover, Damien, and as such, my life has never been the same since.
My name is Authur, and this is my confession as it’s happening right now.
Damien is in my bedroom with Cathy. I had no idea what they were doing until I noticed the door left open, which piqued my interest; they usually do that when they’re about to have sex so I can watch, but I am not authorised to enter, hence why I’m standing in the corridor peeping inside.
They get on the bed and Cathy lies on her back, kissing her lover, who then slides down to what lies between her legs.
