A Cuckold's Pain - Sex Stories

A Cuckold's Pain

... completely inside her.

I had to pull over and stop before I ran into someone. All I could do was cry, as I realized I was probably going to let her do it.

What kind of man can allow his wife to do that to them? He's not a real man, that’s for sure. Even worse, what kind of man gets off thinking about it? It hurts thinking about it, but. Just but.

I am that kind of man.

I got home a couple of hours later and found Kelly in bed waiting for me. “I love you. And you’re a wonderful lover, and I enjoy it. But it doesn’t change what I said earlier. Thorne and I are going to fuck Friday night because I need to be fucked, fucked hard. I need someone to dominate me when he fucks me, at least sometimes.

"We make love together, and I still want you to make love to me; it's different. Thorne is going to fuck me. Whatever he says happens. God, I’ve wanted this forever—to be his slut, to not think or decide; I want to submit.“

She kissed me and stroked my cock. “We've talked about it. Me being his slut. Yes, his slut. It's what I'm missing." She kissed me again, continuing, "I need to be treated as his slut; that means he can fuck me any way he wants. That includes everything and anywhere, Dave. I've agreed that he can fuck me in my cunt—yes, my cunt—because he insists that I have a cunt. My mouth and ass are available to him too. He can cum wherever he wants, too. God, Dave I said he can cum in my ass, my mouth, on my face, anywhere."

She teared up. "I'm sorry, but I ...

... need to feel like a slut for him. Um, I promised I could make you do things too. Ah, like, clean his cum off me. With your tongue and mouth. Um, and his dick too, sometimes. Dave, I refused to let him control when you and I make love. I need you too. I need to feel you love me." She hesitated before finishing, saying, "One last thing is that I said he could share me with other men too. Dave, thinking about being that kind of slut makes me wet."

It took some time to completely understand what she meant by his slut. She was being direct enough that I was gradually understanding.

We made love for the last time that night as equals. From Friday on, I was going to be her cuckold. Even while we were making love, she emphasized that what she was going to receive from Thorne was different from what we did.

Friday, as we left for work, we kissed for the last time before she cuckolded me. I kept thinking about tonight while we were kissing, and I tried to undress her and make love, but she refused. "No, Dave, we made love last night. Today I’m starting as Thorne’s slut. It’s an epithet I’m going to wear proudly. From today on, you are my cuckold, and you’ll be submitting to me. Eventually, you’ll be submitting to Thorne too.

“We’re his cuckold couple, and I want to be clean for him. He insists on it.”

We kissed one last time before I let her go to him.

I was in agony, and I hated myself for tacitly agreeing to let her do this to me. She's so different in slut mode; ...