A Cuckold's Pain - Sex Stories

A Cuckold's Pain

... doing that to her.

I stayed on the porch and asked, “Did you enjoy last night? You do know I saw you in the dining room, don’t you?”

“Why are you standing there? I told you to come after nine, and I’d be alone.”

I looked at her. “I wanted to be sure I am still welcome here.” I looked away, waiting, noting she hadn’t answered my questions.

She looked pretty banged up, even though she’d taken a shower and washed her hair. As I entered, I untied her robe, exposing her tits to me, and I saw the welts and bite marks I was expecting. God, they were almost the same as I visualized.

“So, do you enjoy being his slut? I know what a slut means to a man like him. it’s clear he enjoys giving you pain What more did he tell you? Kelly, take the robe off so I can see all of you.” I reached over and forcibly removed it, and I could see the extent of how he marked her, not just on her tits but on her ass too. It looked to be painful.

I stood there, looking and waiting.

“It was pretty intense, Dave. But yes. I did enjoy it. I needed it, and this is not going to make me quit. Yes, he’s going to share me with his friends. He’s going to cum on my face; in fact, if you’d been here at nine, you'd have seen his cum on me.

"Eventually, you’re going to watch everything. I want you to see it as it is happening, every bit of it. For now, I want to go to bed so you can hold me. Just hold me."

That night, we slept together. He’d left her in enough pain that I didn’t want to try ...

... to do anything. We slept spooned together, with my hands gently cupping her breasts. As I was lying there, I realized that for me, she had breasts, but for Thorne, she had tits. Even now, her body was absorbing his cum. Her body was repairing what he’d done to her. The bruises and bite marks would be gone in a few days, but my memory was indelible.

By Monday, we had made love, and I made every effort to make it as unforgettable as possible. I was hoping it might erase her need to be his slut and make her want to simply be my lover. On Wednesday, after a long, fruitful, and passionate session of making love, she let me know she was going to his house on Friday evening.

“That was wonderful, Dave. Toe curling, in fact. You’re the best lover I can imagine. Um, I love you, but I’m going to Thorne’s house Friday evening. God, Dave, I want to be his slut again. I called him over lunch, and I told him. We decided on Friday and Saturday, so I’ll be home Sunday.”

When she said that, all my hopes crashed, and the familiar pain returned.

Two nights and all day Saturday being a slut for him. Making love to her isn’t important enough to her. What are they going to do? What is Kelly going to be doing? I had to get out.

I redressed and left for an all-night coffee shop. I was crying as I left the house, and I was in agony. I was under control when I got there, mostly. I went in and got scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee. I sat there, absorbing what she’d said. I was going to be ...