A Cuckold's Pain - Sex Stories

A Cuckold's Pain

... whatever she intended, she was emasculating me. I hated leaving her to go to work and then inviting him to our house alone. She’s making it clear that she wants this and that she’s going to enjoy it too. Hell. Am I a man? The obvious answer is no.

I want to work and accomplished most of my work, but as the clock came closer to quitting time, I could hardly move or think. Kelly made a reservation for me at a nice hotel and had an overnight bag for me in the car. As I drove to the hotel, I was on autopilot the whole way. I checked in, went to my room to drop my bag, and went to the dining room for dinner. I was there, drinking a glass of wine and finishing my meal, when I saw Kelly wearing a dress I’d never seen before. She was with a guy who was two to three inches taller than me, well-built, and very dominant-looking.

Her dress said sex and more sex. It was obvious that she was dressed for sex, and the guy was going to give it to her. They were holding hands as they entered, and he kissed her as they got to their table, very much a prelude to sex. Her attention was one hundred percent on him and their kiss.

Why did they come here, where I might see them? Was that the reason, so I could see them? God, they had to come here so I might see them, so I could picture them together. Which one of them decided to make it real that Kelly was going to be fucking him and that his cock would be taking her? Was itKelly or Thorne?

I felt my cock harden, and it was soon leaking. ...

... My pain went from pain to agony as I watched them. I quickly finished and left. I was trembling as I got in the elevator. She hadn’t warned me she was going to show me my replacement, a man who could give her the type of fucking she wanted.

Seeing them together like that made the entire thing real. The pain, the self-hatred, and the emasculation I was feeling overwhelmed me. I wanted to close my eyes, but whenever I did, the image I’d seen before was there, except this time the guy wasn’t hazy. I could see his face, a clear vision of his body, and his tremendous cock impaling Kelly.

My vision changed; I saw Kelly with his cock in her and heard her scream his name as it was happening. As he moved off her, the bite marks and welts on her breasts—god, no, they weren’t breasts; they were tits, his tits. His tits that he owned now. At best, they were shared by me and Thorne.

Several agonizing hours passed before I fell asleep, drained of all emotion.

I woke after nine, and I slowly showered, dressed, and checked out. It was ten in the morning when I finally drove up.

Do I still belong here? She said he would be gone by nine, but is he? Does she want me to continue to live here? Well, I’ll find out. I was so sorry for myself. I was pathetic.

I went to the front door, rang the bell, and waited. When she finally came to the door, she asked, “Why did you ring the bell, Dave?”

She was walking gingerly; god, he must have been rough-fucking her. I can't even imagine ...