A Cuckold's Pain - Sex Stories

A Cuckold's Pain

... to fuck my wife. “Good to see you, Thorne. I hope you enjoy my wife.” Right! I could taste the bile rising in my throat.

My cock got harder and harder. It didn't seem to have any problem with what was happening.

Did I want this, or was something else going on?

"Well, David, it’s good to meet you," he started. “Kelly has said lots of good things about you, but there are things you don’t provide, and I’m here to start showing you what you’re missing. Let’s go into our bedroom. It’s our bedroom from now on, Kelly’s and mine from now on. You know that. You will sleep with her in the guest bedroom from now on. Right?” He looked at me, waiting for me to nod that I understood.

I stood there, just stood there, and then looked at Kelly. She nodded at me, and I submitted to him again and nodded. Yes, I would do anything he told me to do.

I led them to the master bedroom, which had been Kelly and my bedroom. I felt sick to my stomach as I stood there waiting. I was waiting for Thorne to tell me to undress Kelly for him.

"Okay, David, undress your wife for me. I want you to do it slowly, very slowly. I want to enjoy you giving me your wife to fuck.” He smiled the same smug smile. “When you have her naked, I want you to give her to me. I want you to say it while you put my hands on her tits, and then you put my hands, my hands on her cunt. So I can put my fingers in her.

“When my fingers are in her cunt, she'll tell you what to say. You’ll repeat it to us.”

I could ...

... hardly stand up. I thought waiting for her to come home was hard; it was nothing like what I was going to do for them. I was riding an emotional roller coaster between the pain and anguish I was feeling and the arousal I was feeling. Finally getting to this point, the arousal I was feeling was almost overpowering the pain; it came in waves of one and then the other.

I reached and touched her back, grasped the zipper, and slowly pulled it down, just as I was told. I slipped the front down, exposing her bra, and slid the dress down to the floor. I held her so she could step out of it. I paused, then slowly unfastened her bra and slipped it off. I knew he’d seen her naked breasts, tits. But this was different; I’d just exposed them to him. God, it was different.

I hesitated, but I didn’t want him to have to tell me to get on with it. So I slowly pulled her panties down, exposing her freshly shaved pubis and, god, her cunt. There was a whiff of her natural scent rising from her, and I could see a few drops of moisture on her getting ready to drop.

I can hardly believe what I’m doing, and the worst is yet to come.

I could see the sense of control and power on his face. There was glee in making me submit so humiliatingly. He was enjoying emasculating me, turning me into an emotional eunuch.

All I could see in Kelly's expression was the anticipation of Thorne. She wanted what he offered, and she wanted it soon.

Thorne offered me his hands, and I was trembling when ...