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Just to warn you before you get the statement, sweetie... I've been SHOPPING for the vay-cay. The cutest bikinis, the hottest summer mini-dresses, all charged to your card, obviously. Oh, and yeah... one more item... I booked an extra ticket too!... Uh-huh... For you silly! Why so confused? Did you think?... Oh. OH. Fuck, this is awkward - I never actually told you, did I? The original pair of tickets weren't for you and I... They're in First class, sweetie - they were for me and my boyfriend... not for you and I. Uh-huh HE'S coming. My real-man... But look - it doesn't matter now because I booked you a seat in cuckold class for being such a good boy and funding the whole trip! I know flying out to St Lucia in economy will be kinda grim but at least you're getting to tag along now, right? He'll be up-front with me sipping cuck-funded champagne while you're squished at the back like cattle with all the other beta boys and their basic families. Honestly?... Did I really never mention you weren't coming with us? Well - surprise - because now you are! And here's the best part, cucky: for the entire trip, I won't be your wife at all. I'm going to let everyone think I'm HIS wife. You're just the help. So chin up, servant-bitch, and stop looking so fucking defeated... you DID get a ticket... and honestly, you should be a little more grateful about it!

So this is how the week's gonna work, sweetie-cuck. You'll carry the bags. You'll fetch the drinks. You'll pay for dinner and then you'll sit quietly while I feed him dessert off my fork. You'll watch me flirt and giggle, looking into his eyes as I play footsie - giving him the very best of holiday-me. Every morning you'll stand outside our suite door waiting for your cuck-instructions and a list of chores and errands... Clean his shoes, fold my lingerie, make our bed, tidy the room, top up the condoms... actually - maybe don't worry about that one. But anyways - enough to keep you super-busy while we enjoy the pool. And then every night you'll crawl back to whatever grotty little hostel we've booked you into - because the five-star is for us, not for the service. And the most humiliating thing is that everyone will know. The bartender, the pool attendant, the couple on the loungers beside us - they'll all hear me introduce myself as HIS wife, and they'll all see the pathetic little errand-bitch trailing behind us with the luggage. That look on their faces when they piece it all together or accidentally hear me call you cuck is exactly what I'm living for. That's what I'm going to enjoy most - the moment that will hurt you more than anything - seeing him gloating with your wife as people laugh at your cuckold status..

And while you're in that cramped shared hostel room, locked in your chastity caged, leaking as you flick through our wedding photos on your phone... you'll have my voice to keep you company. I'll send you spiteful voice messages to tease the fuck out of you - long, breathless, painfully detailed ones. I'll describe exactly how much I enjoyed all the things he did to me in the honeymoon suite. Maybe I'll let him tell you how HIS wife looked on her knees for him. Fuck cuckold - I'll send you message after message just to destroy you - telling you how many times he filled me up, how loudly I came, how I had to bite the pillow to keep the other guests from hearing. I'll share things about my body that you never got to learn in all those years of marriage. And you'll listen to every second of it, locked in your little cage, because that's the arrangement. You pay. He fucks. I enjoy. And you get to be grateful that I thought to include you at all. Now go pack, cucky.... Just not too much okay - the baggage allowance in cuckold class isn't too generous!