A Cuckold's Pain - Sex Stories

A Cuckold's Pain

... her cuckold permanently, it seemed. She wasn’t rejecting me yet. She seemed like she enjoyed making love to me, but that hurt; it was agonizing.

When I returned home, nothing was said about it. She was in bed asleep or pretending to be asleep. I undressed and got into bed, but we didn’t cuddle. As I lay there, I tried to force my pain down, and it kind of worked.

Thursday night, Kelly openly packed her clothes for Thorne. I did notice she included one very sexy dress, shoes, and makeup, but she didn’t pack any panties. I was wondering if this was for him, or was this the time he’d share her with his friends?

Why is my cock so hard? I hate this. I do. I want her to not go., so why is my cock hard and leaking too? I can picture her in front of a bunch of guys, and Thorne is undressing her for them. He’s fucking her, and it’s driving her wild. When he cums in her, another guy is undressing and then fucking her. I’ve got to quit this, or I’m going to cum.

When I got home after work, I was alone again, but for two nights this time. Two nights of wondering what they are doing. I didn’t know what they were doing, but I was picturing lots of things that might be going on.

I didn’t even know if it was just the two of them or if he was sharing her cunt with other men. That gave my imagination a lot of room to wander. All of it was erotic and humiliating.

On Sunday morning, she walked in just a bit after nine in a robe—a robe that wasn’t hers—and when she slipped it ...

... off, there was cum all over her. It was obviously more than one man could produce. It was in her hair, on her face, all over her tits, and matted in her pussy hair, and I could see where it had leaked out of her—onto her thighs, god, out of her slut cunt.

The only thing she said was, “Lick it off me, all of it. This is your first job as my cuckold. There’ll be more as we go on, but this is your first task.”

My humiliation added to everything else I’d been feeling. When I ejaculated in my pants, I felt even worse. I felt the pain and humiliation, capped by the realization that I was going to do it. I was going to lick it off her; I realized I really was her cuckold!

I started by kissing her all over her face and licking their cum. I moved down to her neck, kissing and licking as I went. When I started on her breasts—no, her tits—I realized that breasts don’t have other men's cum on them; tits do.

I cleaned her stomach and then went to her cunt. Yes, her cunt. I could still see more cum oozing out of it. I led her to the shower, got the water warm, and guided her inside. I undressed and went in and washed her hair and the residue of their cum.

When I was drying her, I asked, “How many were there?”

She thought for a moment, “Um, there were five plus Thorne. We met for dinner on Friday and then went to his house. On Sunday, they were still there, and they all came on me and in me. I felt like such a slut, exactly what I wanted, Dave.”

Yes, I can tell. Oh, ...