My Life as a Cuckold - Sex Stories

My Life as a Cuckold

... I'm too ashamed and embarrassed to face those people. Earlier that evening, when my wife was first getting into his car, her younger s****r saw her. She went home and told her mother. Her mother knew what was going on and she became very angry. Laying there passively on my back, holding my now spent, shrunken, shriveled penis in my oiled hand, with my semen all over my stomach, genitals and thighs, the feelings of arousal subside. They are replaced with the emotions of shame and submission. No longer having an erection, I feel like a woman who is being ****d. He is fucking my bride and r****g me. How long will he be pounding into my wife's pussy before he shoots his load into her? How many times tonight will he fuck her and how many loads of cum will he shoot into her? How many orgasms will she have? When he is through with her, will she want to come back to me? He only wants to use her so she'll come back to me but she'll come back a shell of a woman. She no longer has any feelings or emotions for me. I become overwhelmed with grief over my lost relationship. My eyes well up with tears and they begin streaming down the sides of my face and I begin to sob. The phone rings! Startling me. I have to twist around so I can pick it up with my clean, dry hand, "Hello?" "WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER!?" I'm too ashamed to tell my angry mother-in-law the truth so I answer her, "Hi Mom. She went out to dinner with the people she works with." There is a long uncomfortable silence and then in a ...

... soft, subdued, tender voice, my mother-in-law asks, "What are you going to do?" "Oh, I guess I'll make a sandwich." Another long silence and then she says, "No Jack. Come here and have dinner with us. I don't want you to be alone." "Okay, I'll be there in a couple of minutes." After that, on Friday nights when my wife was with her boss, I ate dinner with her mother, father and younger s****r. It was humiliating at first, to face my wife's f****y knowing that we all knew at that very moment, my wife was being fucked by her boss. During those dinner conversations, my wife's name was never mentioned. It was like she was dead and we were all afraid to say her name, lest one of us would start crying. On those Friday nights, I would always arrive at my mother-in-law's about an hour early and we would spend that hour alone, talking. She avoided talking about my situation even though I tried. She only wanted to give me some comfort, to be there for me, to fill the void in my life that her daughter created. My mother-in-law was only twenty years older than me. She was the mature version of my wife, having the same sexy figure and I began to see her as a sexual woman. As she worked around her kitchen, setting the table, etc., she would lean forward exposing her breasts or her dress would fall open exposing the front of her upper thighs. She was standing at the kitchen sink when I came along side of her and placed my hand on her back. She let her head fall back and rest on my shoulder. I ...