If you walked in and she asked you to fuck her, would you fuck my horny wife?
You already know this is a cuckold fantasy the moment your eyes land on her waiting there, completely unashamed, body open and ready like an answered question.
You feel the weight of the invitation pressing against your chest — someone else's wife, warm skin, that particular hunger in her posture that doesn't ask permission.
You already made your decision before you even crossed the threshold, and your hands know exactly where they want to go first, tracing the outline of something that was never yours to keep.
