I Am A Cuckold

I have to admit I was an arrogant asshole to my wife on more than a few occasions.  Usually after a long day of work, when I got home I didn’t really want to spend a half an hour talking about what a good deal she got at Target or how long it took her to get her nails done.  She was a stay at home mom, and sometimes I had a hard time listening to how much spilled out of a diaper or whatever.

I came home on a Monday night, grabbed a beer, kicked off my shoes and started watching football.  She started in with her shopping adventures and I was trying to listen to a replay, so I snapped at her to be quiet.  She got a little pissy, and went to the kitchen.  After halftime, I realized what a jerk I was being.  I tried making up with her, but she was being a royal bitch.  I checked in on dinner, and she basically told me to make it myself.

So, I grabbed my keys, and took off rather than put up with her BS.  She called the cell and asked where I was going, and I told her anywhere away from her.  She launched in with the nagging and moaning, so I just hung up on her and didn’t answer any of the next twenty calls she placed to me.

I called my friend Kev and we decided to grab some fast food and go back to his apartment to watch the game.  After the game was over, we got to talking, and then decided to go to a strip club for a couple of hours.  The strip club was a real trashy place in an industrial part of town, and the girls there weren’t the best I had ever seen.  But, it was cool hanging out with Kev.  We both got a couple of table dances and a few beers.  It was fun.

Around 11 I called my wife and said I was on my way and not to worry.  Her voice sounded throaty and the only thing I understood her saying was Happy Anniversary.  I instantly felt bad because I had forgotten our anniversary.  There was nowhere I could get flowers this late, so on my way to the house, I grabbed a couple of flowers from the garden and figured I could use my charm.

The kids were in bed and the lights were out, so I creeped into the bedroom.  She had the bathroom lights on and she was sitting up in the bed.  I sheepishly handed the flowers to her, and said happy anniversary.  She was not pleased.  She said I smelled like cigarettes.  I told her I went to a sports bar and was just hanging out with Kev to unwind and not be so stressed.  Her cheeks were red, but she wasn’t crying.  Her breathing was fast, and she was talking kind of low.  “You’re an asshole going to a titty bar on our anniversary.”  Feigning shock, I said, “What?  We went to a sports bar, babe.  I swear.  You can call Kev and ask.”  She replied, “Then where you get all the glitter from?  And the lipstick smear on your sleeve?”

I took a long pause trying to come up with something.  I said, “Okay.  I am sorry.  I didn’t realize it was…”  She cut me off and told me to stop explaining.  I sat next to her, and she took a swing at me.  I grabbed her by the wrist and told her to relax.  Let me explain.  She tried to swing at me again, so I pinned her arms down on the bed and then she started bucking like a wild horse trying to get away.

Suddenly, I felt a solid blow to the side of my face and nose that dropped me to the side of the bed.  I thought she somehow twisted her leg around to kick me.  I tried getting up, but I kept stumbling at the side of the bed.  My nose was pouring blood, and my head was spinning.  I had a concussion I would later figure out.  I was straddling the end of the bed on my knees and holding my nose to try and stop the blood.

I felt Michelle undo my belt and pull my pants down.  She pulled my boxers down.  The next thing I felt was her swinging the belt on my lower back and ass.  It was like I was drunk, and I couldn’t defend myself.  I slipped down to the floor, and she was still swinging at my legs and back.  I got in a fetal position, and she eventually stopped swinging at me with the belt.  My ears were ringing, and then from the dresser mirror, I saw a figure in my room.  There was a black guy sitting on a chair near the corner of the bedroom.  He must have been the one who knocked me down.

Michelle and he were talking and looking down at me.  I couldn’t make out their words.  The next thing I know, she is on her knees between his legs taking off his basketball shorts.  After she pulled off his shorts, she stood in front of him and started grinding her ass on him.  She had on pj bottoms and a white tank top.  It was like she was giving him a table dance, except his shorts were at his ankles.

He reached up and started groping my wife’s chest.  She didn’t have a bra on, and I could see his black fingers going under her tank top.  Then he held her by her hips and pulled her down on his dick.  He put his thumbs at the tops of her pj’s, and in a flash she was stepping out of her pj’s revealing white lacy thong panties.  She started grinding her thonged ass on his dick, and you could sense his stimulation.  My wife was really turning him on.  Then my wife took off her panties and placed them on his erect cock.

It was like my wife’s panties were a little flag, and his black cock was the flagpole.  She walked over to me in nothing but her tank top and said something about enjoying the show.  I was still a little groggy.  She then climbed onto the sides of the chair and while facing me lowered herself onto his dick.

The contrast of his purple-black dick entering my white wife’s velvety pink vagina was startling.  His dick was enormous and thick.  Her pussy was small and tight.  His skin was a deep black.  Her skin was a creamy white.  He had a think layer of curly pubic hair around his legs and pubic area.  She was clean shaven.

It must have taken her a minute to get his enormous black cock inside of her.  Once in she just sat on it for a few seconds and looked straight into my eyes.  Then she squatted on him with her feet on his thick thighs, and started fucking him.  Here was my wife, the mother of my two kids, sitting on the dick of a strange black man.  And, she was liking it.

At first she was fucking about half of the length of his shaft.  After a couple of minutes she was sitting on him down to his big black balls.  When he came, he grabbed my wife by the shoulders and stopped her motion.  His legs were shaking and he was grunting as he drained his balls into my wife.  I counted at least 6 or seven spasms at least.

My wife sat on his dick for a little bit as he reclined on the chair.  When she got up, she was leaking spoonfuls of cum from her little pussy.  He was black as coal, but his cum was at white as snow, and there was a lot of it dripping from my wife.  She walked over to me and stood above me.  I saw how red and inflamed her pussy was.  Her tightness was pushed to the limit.  Then I saw her contracting her abdomen.  She forced more of his sperm out of her pussy, and it dripped onto my hair and the floor right beside my head.

She told me I was worthless, and my dick was the size of her pinky finger.  She said she never enjoyed our sex, and the only good thing I ever did was have our children.  Then she said she had been seeing Demetrius for over a year, and because of him knew what it was like to be with a real man.  I was beyond humiliated.   She forced me out of the bedroom, and then locked it with them still inside it.

I was prone on the floor outside the bedroom door listening to them fucking for about a half an hour.  When I got my bearings, I stood up and looked in on my kids.  They were both gone.  Probably at grandma’s.  I sat on the couch in the living room with my head on my lap.  In between her moans and screams of pleasure, I reflecting on what was happening.  My life was coming unglued.  I was losing my wife and would surely get a divorce.  I felt totally helpless.

She woke me late in the morning by tossing some clothes over me and told me to get them some lunch.  She went back into the bedroom and shut the door.  I went out and got some fast food.  I bought a little extra since I didn’t know what he would like.  I decided I would eat whatever was leftover once I got my appetite back.

I knocked on the bedroom door, and my wife yelled to come in.  As I opened the door, he pulled the sheets over their naked bodies.  She had her hand moving under the sheets right about where his crotch would be.  I set the food at the foot of the bed, and told her I’d have whatever they didn’t want.  She reached over and took the bags and started going through the bags with him.

They sat up on the bed and started eating right in front of me.  Demetrius got the remote and started channel surfing.  My wife was next to him still stroking him under the sheets every now and then.  I just looked down at the floor or over at the tv.  When they where done, my wife started giving him head right in front of me.  I didn’t know if I should get up and leave.  I just looked away as she sucked him.

He said something to her, and she moved around on her back with her head towards the foot of the bed with his dick still in her mouth the whole time.  He got on top of her in a 69 position and planted his face in her crotch.  With him occupied with my wife’s crotch, and his balls basically covering my wife’s forehead and eyes, I stoles some glances at them doing 69.

He had his big stallion dick pumping in my wife’s mouth.  She had both of her tiny hands around his dick, and he was still making her gag on some of his thrusts.  After a couple of minutes you could tell he stopped giving my wife oral to concentrate on what she was doing to his black cock.  She gripped his shaft and he started fucking her mouth even more rough.  He grunted that he was cumming, and it looked like my wife was trying to turn to the side and push his dick out of her mouth.  He was a little forceful when he was cumming, and his legs kept her head in place and his dick deep in her mouth.  She started wriggling around as he pumped his semen into her mouth.  Then she started gagging and coughing with his cum spilling out the sides of her mouth.  He eased up and she slipped his cock out of her mouth, and then she started really coughing and dry-heaving.  It looked like some of his cum was even coming out of her nose.

She got up and ran to the bathroom, and I heard her wretching like she was throwing up.  After a couple of minutes, she came back in the room with a towel still wiping her face.  They giggled a little and then they noticed I was in the room.

“You like the show, faggot?”  I didn’t know what to reply.  There was no right answer.  My wife said, “Answer him, asshole.  He’s talking to you.”  I said, “It was okay.”  He said, “Okay?  You can do better?”  I said that I didn’t mean it that way.  He said, “Okay then come over her and lick her pussy, faggot.”  I just sat there.  “Eat her out.  You know she likes it when use two fingers and lick her clit.”  I was frozen.  “Get the fuck up her now and lick her pussy the way she likes it.”

She sat up at the edge of the bed with her legs brazenly spread open.  I could see some of her hair was matted with his filthy black DNA.  I surveyed the situation and before I could speak a word, Dem shot me an evil look.  He wasn’t fucking around.  I went down on my wife.  My ears were burning at their laughter.  I always liked my wife’s scent between her legs.  It was a soft, feminine odor.  But, mixed in with Dem’s black penis and semen odors, it attacked my sense of smell.

When I finally got the courage to lick her vaginal lips, I was helped by her mashing my head deeper in between her legs.  “He likes your cum, Dem.”  I hated it.  It was the first time I had ever smelled and tasted another man’s acrid, bitter semen.  But, I forced myself to finish licking her clean.  She commented that it actually felt good, which made me find some solace in the humiliation.

Then Dem took my wife by the hand and brought her to his side of the bed.  He was horny again for my slutty white wife.  She mounted him and started grinding her labia over his semi-hard cock.  He was sticking his savage tongue into her mouth and she was passionately kissing him back.  During the kissing, my wife gripped his dick from behind and eased it into her puffy little pussy.  After a few strokes, he flipped her over and mounted her missionary style.

He was lying over her body and kissing her while he plowing into her tight little pussy.  All I could see was his big black balls slapping her skinny white ass and her feet waving in the air with her red toenailed toes curled tightly.  It was very primal watching him mate with my wife.  They were fucking like man and wife, and I didn’t seem to matter.  He violently took her like that.  When he was getting ready to cum, he reached his big black hands underneath and grabbed both cheeks of her ass.  He started almost yelling as he grunted his heightened pleasure.  His ass convulsed and twitched for almost a minute straight as he fertilized my wife with his black seed.

He stayed on top of her for a couple of minutes.  His black sweat was glistening on his strong back.  His dick eventually plopped out of my wife’s vagina, and he rolled over to the side.  My wife lied there in bed with her legs spread crudely wide open and his thick cum oozing out of her sore vagina.  It was gross and sexy at the same time seeing my wife life that.

Then she kissed Dem and whispered to him.  He laughed and said okay.  She called out to me, “Come here.  Lie down on the bed.”  So, I did.  It was creepy to be lying on my bed with a naked black man right next to me.  My wife got up and then squatted over my head.  I instantly knew what she was doing, so I instinctively turned my head away.  Dev barked at me to stop.  My wife straddled my face positioning her pussy over my lips.  Then she started smearing their sex juices all over my face and mouth.

They made me open my mouth, and she paused and I could see her forcing his cum out of her vagina.  The first dollop that landed in my mouth actually went down easy.  I was expecting it, so I swallowed it without tasting it.  The second one came right after I swallowed, and was taking a breath.  That one hit me on the teeth and dripped onto my tongue and at the back of my throat.  It made me gag and start to wretch.  I jumped up out of bed and ended throwing up on my way to the bathroom. My wife and Dev couldn’t stop cracking up.

I don’t get real sex from my wife anymore.  The only physical contact I get with her is when they want to humiliate me.  It usually involves eating a creampie, licking her after they had sex, cleaning her ass with my tongue, or cleaning her feet with my mouth and tongue.  After servicing her like that, I’ll usually excuse myself and then pleasure myself.  Sometimes, I miss having sex with my wife, but I take comfort in the fact that her sexual needs are getting taken care of.  Plus, I’m strangely addicted to being a cuckold.  I never would have dreamed that my wife would make me a cuckold by taking up with a black man or any man for the matter.  I never would have believed that my wife would be sharing our bed with another man.  I never would have thought I would cherish being a cuckold so much, but here I am, cuckolded by a vengeful wife, and I have no complaints.