i made my b*****r A CUCKOLD - Sex Stories

i made my b*****r A CUCKOLD

... get back to Nick. But what could I do except leave. &#034Nick darling, come help Francis down the stairs.&#034 She yelled. It sounded like I was a feeble old man or something. Which I felt like at that moment. &#034Remember I love you darling.&#034 She said kissing me on the cheek. Even though helpful, I could sense that my b*****r was smug and comfortable with his role my wife's lover. Here I had fainted as he was fucking my wife in a way I could only dream about. She had confirmed it to me, and now he was helping me out of the room where he was &#034doing&#034 my wife. I could tell that he was impatient to get back to it. &#034We'll talk some more Fran when you're feeling more up to it, but right now I've got to go finish something.&#034 my b*****r said with a side-long glance at me. The unrestrained tenting in his robe showed that he was still erect despite all that had happened. As he climbed up the stairs, he adjusted his stiff cock as best he could. When he reached my wife at the top of the stairs their arms hooked around each other as they disappeared into the room and slammed the door shut. Out of the corner of my eye I could see both my mother and s****r smiling at the situation. I mentally sighed and wondered to myself when would Nick stop being the cause of my humiliation. I sensed my s****r, who was very dominant anyway, enjoying my plight. I wasn't sure about my mother, after all, she was letting all this go on in her house, albeit, she reasoned that she too had ...

... a stake in Betty having Nick's baby. That is, she didn't want to wait any longer for grand k**s. My s****r also claimed that she wanted a cute little nephew or niece since she didn't plan on having k**s herself. My f****y justified their aiding Betty in her adultery, and didn't seem to consider my feelings in the matter. My Mother tried to console me by hugging me as we went over their reasons and discussed my feelings of be- trayal. When the 'now' familiar noise from upstairs became audible in the room where we were sitting, it was more than I could handle. I rushed toward the door with tears running down my face. I was hoping this wouldn't happen, but both my mother and s****r saw me crying as I made it toward my car. My mother said in a loud enough voice for me to hear her from the drive way, &#034Baby, go home and jerk off, it'll make you feel better.&#034 I'd found out from her that the test I was saving up for was just a ruse to keep my inferior jism from mix- ing with Nick superior sperm. Before the door slammed behind me, I barely heard my s****r and mother's last statements. My s****r said, &#034It's a wonder Betty hasn't left him for a real man before now. He's such a cry baby and a milquetoast. Imagine, him fainting instead of fighting for his woman.&#034 &#034Don't be so hard on your b*****r, he's not as strong as you and Nick. He and Betty love each other in a way that's true love. And true love wins out over physical love every time.&#034 I heard my Mother say ...