Cuckold -5- Apr 2026

He had stopped counting after the third. But the fifth—the fifth had a name. Not hers. His . The other man’s. And the way she said it, over eggs and coffee, as if it were a season or a mild allergy.

He wanted to say: I have become the furniture of your betrayal. I am the chair you sit on while thinking of him. I am the mirror that watches you dress for him. I am the fifth in a series of humiliations that now have their own gravity. Cuckold -5-

And it was. It was bitter and sweet, like everything else. He had stopped counting after the third

Instead, he said: “The marmalade is fine.” over eggs and coffee