A Cuckold's Pain - Sex Stories

A Cuckold's Pain

I first noticed something different a couple of months before I learned how things were going to be different between Kelly and me. Kelly wanted more aggressive and kinky sex, and I tried to accommodate her. That lasted until she sat me down and said that our sex life had to change, kind of. It was Wednesday when she told me.

“Dave, you’ve tried, but it’s just not working, for me at least. I need more and different sex. And you just can’t give it to me.”

I tried to interrupt, but Kelly just talked over me.

"No, Dave, let me talk. Say what I need to say.”

I stopped trying to interrupt, and she continued, "I'm not looking for a divorce or to run around on you behind your back. Instead, I’m telling you I’m going to have lovers. lovers that can give me different kinds of sex. I’m not asking you for permission, and I’ve decided on him. I still love you, but sexually, I need more.”

I started feeling sick to my stomach, but this was Kelly. She’s direct and to the pointI knew if she brought it up like this, she was serious. I kind of wilted, and I couldn’t say anything.

“I’m going to involve you in what happens, but in a subordinate way. Thorne and I have only talked so far, but I’m intending to meet him this Friday. I want to be alone with Thorne for the first time, at least. Instead of Throne and me going to a hotel, you’re going to the hotel. You can go directly from work and come back Saturday morning. He’ll be gone before you’re back if you come home after ...

... nine in the morning.

“I know it’s going to be hard, but I need it. Expect to see marks on my body on Saturday. I’ve told him I want to be marked with ownership marks. At some point, you’re going to submit to him too. Exactly what that’s going to look like, I’m not sure, but it will be up to me and him.”

I am paralyzed. I can hardly move, and I can’t say a word as I'm absorbing what she said. She wants me to be her submissive cuckold. I never expected this, but maybe I should have. There isn’t any question about who dominates our marriage. It’s Kelly.

Am I submissive enough? God, am I willing? My cock is getting hard; what the hell does that mean?

I started to tear up as I saw her adamant expression. She was going to cuckold me; she was going to fuck someone else. Throne? Is that his name? I can’t believe it, but I actually do. I close my eyes because I can’t look at her. Instead, I see Kelly naked on our bed, letting some out-of-focus man put his cock in her.

She wants it; she wants his cock. Are those bruises on her breasts?

I couldn't stay, so I had to leave. I fled outside to my car, crying, and barely could get inside, start the car, and leave. The vision of Throne was repeating in my mind. It was in slow motion and close-up as I saw his cock approach her vagina, slowly separating the folds and entering her. While I was seeing that,. I could also see Kelly's face, anticipating the completion of cuckolding me. It faded into a vision of bliss, as his cock was ...