I Am A Cuckold

I had come full circle from being an arrogant, proud man to being transformed in to a humiliated, powerless cuckold. My wife was having unprotected sex with another man on a very regular basis. My only release came from my own hand. Even though we slept on the same bed, she had nothing to do with me sexually. Still I pressed on just hoping things would get better.

About 5-6 months into our strange relationship, my wife actually decided to have a small birthday party for me. I was surprised. I never made a big deal about birthdays. It was always her that enjoyed birthdays. So, I assumed this one would come and pass without any fanfare. She actually got me a cake and a small present. Before we celebrated my birthday she said she had to duck out for an hour or so. That was code for she needed to see Joe, her boyfriend. I was used to her leaving to see him, but for some reason I was a little disappointed that she would leave after she made such a big deal about my birthday.

True to her word she came back in less than a couple of hours. Her hair was a little messy, so I knew they had sex during those two hours. She brought back Chinese takeout, and we ended up having a nice dinner together. We ate a couple of small pieces of cake, and then we went into the living room to open up my present.

The present was in a small box that fit in the palm of my hand. She told me that I was really going to love this present, and she actually smiled at me for the first time in ages. I opened up the present, and there inside was a single condom. I looked up at her, and she smiled again and started upstairs to the bedroom. I was behind her in a flash.

When she got on the bed I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties. Either she left them at her boyfriend’s earlier that day, or she never wore them when she went to sleep with him. She hiked up her skirt and spread her legs. I already had the condom on, and was positioning myself to take her missionary style. She motioned for me to kiss, but as started to lean forward, she directed my head in between her legs. She wanted oral pleasures first.

The lights were on in the bedroom, and if the smell of sex wasn’t obvious enough, her pussy was red and puffy from a lot of rough sex with Joe and his dried semen was all over her vagina. I took a deep breath of air and then went down on her. The taste was more vile than the last time. It was like tasting a bowlful of salty acidic liquid. I dry-heaved a couple of times, but I managed to maintain my composure. I gave her the best oral sex I knew how. She orgasmed twice, and then almost yelled at me to stop because it was getting too sensitive.

She sat up at the edge of the bed and moved me to where I was standing up on the floor next to the bed. I must have looked like a complete loser, because I was rock hard with the condom still on. She giggled at the sight of it and then reached for it. I thought she was going to blow me right there. She said something about being prepared and then stroked it while she leaned back on the bed and opened up her legs. Before her back even hit the bed, those few stokes made me shoot my load into the condom. She almost gasped, and then started laughing. I kind of laughed, even though it was so humiliating. She reached into the dresser drawers and put on some fresh panties, and then the reality hit me. I wasn’t going to get a second chance, and I knew better than to ask.

The next weekend we had a dinner guest. It was Joe. I don’t know who was more freaked out. Me or Joe? There was so much tension that I just wanted to leave. But, I didn’t. Instead, I helped my wife prepare dinner for her boyfriend. We sat at the table and conversation was beyond strained. After dinner, my wife advised me they would be going upstairs and did not wished to be disturbed. That was too much for me, and I pulled her into the kitchen and told her she was going to far. Then she slapped me across my eye and nose without any warning. The sound alone was shocking, and my nose started bleeding lightly. My left eye was watering. I grabbed her by the arms, and then Joe walked in and asked if there was a problem. My wife said, “Yeah. This asshole needs to see how a real man treats a woman.” With that she suggested we all go upstairs.

I thought maybe a threesome? It seemed very promising, so I went with them upstairs. She had me stand by the side of the bed and said to just watch and learn. I was instantly rock hard. They made out, groped, kissed, and took each others clothes off. Except, he wasn’t hard like I was. She kept rubbing his dick and balls with her hands which had to have been an awesome massage. Still nothing. She went down on him and licked his balls while stroking his shaft. She then started sucking his dick for a couple of minutes. He was still a limp noodle, and I was laughing inside. He had his eyes closed and he looked like he was trying too hard to get an erection. She moved up to his face and started kissing him again. He whispered something to her, and she nodded. She came up to me and said I was making him nervous. I could not resist making a comment about his ‘manhood’. Without warning, she kneed me right in the crotch while I was still hard. I literally had to crawl out of the bedroom, and then she slammed and locked the door.

As I lay by the door, I heard them going at it. Joe apparently had a much easier time getting hard, and proceeded to bang the daylights out of my wife. I heard her grunting, moaning, yelling, and begging for him to do it harder. I heard the headboard slam against the wall. I heard him tell her he was cumming. After a few minutes, they started again. I counted three times they had sex. I had my hand in my shorts, but I didn’t dare make myself cum. Then the bedroom door opened, and my wife looked down on me on the floor with my hands in my pants. “Come inside and lay down on the bed.”

I did as I was told. She stood over me face, and then squatted down a few inches over my face. I had the most perfect view of her swollen, puffy labia. My dick was standing straight up and a small puddle was forming through my pants. Then I saw her doing kegel like motions with her vagina. I had no time to react when the first drops of cum dripped on to my nose and the corner of my eye. I went to turn away, and she barked, “Don’t you dare move. You are going to clean up after a real man.” I saw Joe standing naked in the bathroom looking at the scene through the mirror. He had a slight grin on his face.

“Open you mouth.” I didn’t. She slapped me again on the ear making my inner ear pop. “Open your fucking mouth.” This time I did, and she pushed out a gob of cum into my mouth. I gagged and pushed it out of the sides of my mouth. She used her fingers and smeared it off the side of my face and back into my mouth. I tried to hold it under my tongue, but the taste was so sour. I decided to just swallow it and be done with it. After I did it, I had a few tears streaming down my face. I thought she might have felt sorry for me, but instead she thrust her pussy in my face and made me clean her up entirely. She said, “This isn’t for my pleasure or your pleasure. I just need you to clean up so he can fuck me again.” So, I did.

She pushed me away from her and made me go outside the door. Joe called me back in and told me to lie at the floor of the bed. Then he proceeded to hammer my wife doggie style. He lasted around 5 minutes or so. From licking her clean, I knew her pussy was already inflamed and red. He was handling her very rough. He didn’t warn my wife that he was cumming. He just grunted and I could hear his humping get slower but more violent. His skin was slapping her ass with each thrust. He groaned and dumped another load into her womb.

Again she made me lie on the bed with my mouth open. This time I didn’t fight it. She forced three or four spoonfuls of fresh hot cum out this time. I ate his sperm knowing full well just seconds ago he had ejaculated deep into my wife. And this time, even though it was so much more cum, it was actually getting easier. When I licked her clean, I actually stuck my tongue in deeper to clean more of his cum out of her. It was still disgusting, buy my sexuality was getting more and more twisted to where I was slowly accepting this. When she was done having me clean her, she grabbed the panties she had worn before Joe came to visit, and cleaned around and in her pussy. She threw them at me, and told me to basically get lost. I went straight to the downstairs bathroom and pleasured myself to her panties.

I didn’t realize he was spending the night until around three or four hours later when she came downstairs to get them drinks. She asked me to pour a couple of drinks, and she was actually being civil with me. I woke up around 6:30 am with my wife kissing Joe goodbye, She closed the door and sat down next to me on the sofa. She said thank you. I looked at her bewildered. I didn’t understand, and she didn’t explain. All I knew was that she was going to continue ‘dating’ Joe, and I was going to continue eating my wife’s creampies from other men. And, I was OK with that. That is how I became a full blown cuckold.