Sarah was a stunning woman, with long, raven hair that cascaded down her back in silky waves. Her emerald eyes sparkled with an intensity that could pierce through even the toughest of men. She had a figure that was the envy of many women - full, perky breasts, a narrow waist, and hips that curved in all the right places. Despite her beauty, Sarah was deeply frustrated. Her husband, Mark, was a pathetic excuse for a man.
Mark was the complete opposite of his wife. Where Sarah was tall and curvy, Mark was short and scrawny. His most noticeable feature was his tiny penis, barely larger than a thumb. To make matters worse, Mark had premature ejaculation problems. Sarah could barely feel him inside her before he would spill his worthless seed.
"Come on, Mark! I can't feel a thing!" Sarah shouted as she rode him, trying to get some pleasure out of their failed lovemaking session.
Mark grunted, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm trying my best."
Sarah rolled her eyes and climbed off of him. "Your best isn't good enough, Mark. I need a real man who can satisfy me."
As Mark lay there, panting and spent, an idea began to form in Sarah's mind. She had heard about cuckold relationships before, where a man's wife would have sexual encounters with other men while he watched. It sounded degrading, but it also sounded exciting. Perhaps this was the answer to her frustration.
"Mark," Sarah said, her voice taking on a more authoritative tone. "I think it's time we talked about our relationship."
Mark sat up, his eyes wide with concern. "What do you mean? Are you leaving me?"
Sarah shook her head. "No, Mark. But I do think we need to make some changes. You see, I need more than what you can give me in the bedroom. I need a real man to satisfy me."
Mark's face paled. "You...you want to cheat on me?"
Sarah smiled, her eyes gleaming with a wicked mischief. "No, Mark. I want you to watch me with another man. I want you to see how a real man makes me feel."
Mark's mouth fell open in shock. "You...you want me to be a cuckold?"
Sarah nodded, her smile growing wider. "Yes, Mark. I want you to be my cuckold. I want you to watch me with other men, to see how they pleasure me in ways that you never could."
Mark's mind reeled with the implications of what Sarah was saying. He knew he wasn't the most virile man, but to be a cuckold? To watch his wife with other men? It was both humiliating and arousing.
"I...I don't know, Sarah," Mark stammered. "It sounds so degrading."
Sarah reached out and caressed his cheek, her touch surprisingly gentle. "Oh, Mark. It's not about degradation. It's about giving me what I need. And you need to be a good boy and do as your wife says."
Mark's eyes widened at the tone of Sarah's voice. It was firm and commanding, leaving no room for argument. He knew he was in for a wild ride, but he also knew that he had no choice but to obey his wife's wishes.
"Okay, Sarah," Mark said softly. "I'll do whatever you want me to do."
Sarah smiled triumphantly, her eyes sparkling with a newfound hunger. "Good boy, Mark. You're going to make me very happy."
And with that, Sarah began to plot her next move in her quest to become the dominant mistress in their relationship. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to have her way.