Cuck showers her with roses and whispered sweet nothings, blinded by devotion while she feasts on the forbidden fruit of other men's hunger. His love is a gilded cage, trapping him in a paradise where he watches helplessly as his wife’s body becomes a playground for every cock that catches her eye, leaving him nothing but stale perfume and the echoing taste of his own inadequacy on her lips. Each stolen thrill leaves him begging for more scraps of affection while she dances away with her conquests, his name barely a sigh on her breath between climaxes.