A Cuckold's Pain - Sex Stories

A Cuckold's Pain

... Kelly, this is what you want. The question is, can I take the pain and degradation?

Afterwords, we went to the bedroom, and I just held her. I wasn’t ready to make any decisions.

We went along with our regular routine: going to work, living together, talking, but avoiding talking about the obvious issue. A few days later, she did come home late with no explanation and no questions asked. I was living under constant worry: when would the next step happen? What would it entail?

I kissed her each time she came home late and thought,I can tell, Kelly. You really do need it, don’t you? It hurts to see you doing this. Its agonizing—the pain, the humiliation, my emasculation—yet I still love you. There are two Kelly's: one is my wife, and the other is Thorne's slut. Can she stay like this? or will one win out?

We were in our old routine, mostly. I was sure she was still seeing Thorne; she didn’t tell me, and I didn’t ask. That ended after about three weeks when I got a phone call from Thorne. He told me who he was and told me he was coming over tonight and that Kelly expected him. I was going to watch them together and help. He was direct and matter-of-fact about it. I would undress them both in her bedroom; he called it her bedroom; it was her bedroom. I could sleep there only when he allowed it from now on. I was going to have to undress Kelly, and then undress him and watch as he fucked her. Afterwards, I was going to sleep in the guest room. my room.

Those three ...

... weeks had been just a respite until he increased the humiliation and degradation. I had to leave work because of a sudden bout of nausea. In fact, it was real. After the call, I had to vomit.

When I got home, Kelly was there, getting ready for him: shaving, showering, and dressing in clothes I’d never seen before. Slut clothes she’d bought just for him. She’d never been caught dead in them before.

It’s really going to happen; they are going to make me an acquiescent cuckold. A cuckold who isn’t objecting is actually facilitating it. I was getting nauseous; I could feel my hands trembling, and the pain—emotional pain—was agony. At the same time, my erection was intense. I hated it, but I wanted it at the same time.

He came at seven that evening, exactly at seven. When he rang the bell, Kelly made me greet him like a welcome guest. We shook hands, and then Kelly came out of the bedroom dressed for him. She walked up and kissed him. They kissed, and his hands went to her tits, squeezing them like they belonged to him.

He sat in my chair in the living room like he was the master of the house, and then Kelly sat on his lap, continuing to kiss him. He had a smug smile that showed he was enjoying demonstrating his control over Kelly. They acted with no embarrassment, just casually, like he was a normal guest. They were talking about normal stuff, and they even included me in some of the conversation.

I hated it, but I followed suit. It was normal for Thorne to drop by ...