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At first he would only come over every now and then to fuck, but lately he’s been coming over more often to cuddle and watch movies with my husband. Due to the strictly enforced “no furniture for the cuck” rule, I spend the entire time sitting on the floor silently worshiping their feet, my neglected nub straining desperately behind its cold metal prison while I suck on their toes and watch them make out and whisper into each other ears. I hop to it whenever they need another glass of wine, or some more chocolate covered strawberries, or lube; and then i get right back to their feet, back to being ignored underneath them until they have some other small need or use for me.