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“Here,” she said firmly, “hold my sweater too,” and handed it to me without even looking in my direction, her eyes fixed on the tall, muscular man standing across from us. As I stood there, feeling like a fool, holding her soft sweater across my arm, and her purse in my hand, she was smiling and flirting with him, with me, her husband, completely forgotten. I bowed my head in shame- this was not the first time, nor would it be the last. This is life for a beta sissy cuckold in an FLR.
You always spoil her without question, so she keeps you firmly in the friendzone. She’ll be expecting something ever more elaborate for the next ‘friend date’.
She notices the visible look of disappointment on your face as she gives you a goodbye hug. Certainly, she’ll laugh about it with her boyfriend tonight.
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