A Cuckold's Pain - Sex Stories

A Cuckold's Pain

... mouth the word, "Yes, Dave.”

I could see her open her eyes and look at him. “Thorne, god, yes, I want your cock.” She looked at me and said, "Dave, please; I need him. I want to feel his cock as it enters me, and this is your way to help. Ask him to fuck me, and beg him to put his cum inside my cunt. It used to be your pussy, but now I want him in my cunt. Please. Dave. Put his cock in me. That way, I’m not cucking you; he isn’t cucking you; you’re doing it to yourself. I need it; his cock in my cunt.”

This was worse than I imagined possible. I hated doing it, even as I was saying it to him. I was saying it to both of them, and they were both hearing it. My wife was hearing me ask Thorne to fuck her. She was hearing me ask him to cuckold him.

“Thorne, please, I want to see you fucking my wife; actually, see it happen. I want you to take her, release your cum inside her, and hear her as you’re screwing her in ways I can’t imagine.”

I stood up, went to them, and held his cock. God, it was way heavier than mine. I grasped it, and I could rub it within the folds of her cunt and set it up to her entrance.

Kelly whispered, "Thank you, thank you. I need it so much. I need to feel his cum coating my cunt.”

He made one hard thrust and slammed into her, and I heard a gasp from Kelly and then mostly incomprehensible noises. They gradually got louder until I heard, “I’m coming again; it feels so good."

I couldn't tell how long he was actively fucking her, and it ...

... looked brutal and took a long time until he yelled, “Now, now.” And he collapsed on her.

I was standing there, watching them both in the throes of sexual ecstasy. I could see that her climax was beyond anything I’d ever accomplished.

He loves doing that—screwing married women. I don’t know how far he can take it with me. God, I begged him to fuck my wife. I can’t believe I did it. Watching her respond to him and the way he was treating her was agonizing I could see the excitement in her eyes as she submitted and the ecstasy on her face when she came. She loves being screwed by him. Thorne, hell!

I escaped to the guest bedroom just in time before I vomited. I hate this, and I hate myself for allowing it to happen. As I slipped under the covers on the bed, I realized I was still hard. I saw that entire thing, and I’m still aroused. My cock must be demented.

I woke up a couple of times to the sound of Kelly screaming as she came again. The second time, I had to hurry to the bathroom to vomit. About five in the morning, I escaped to Denny's for breakfast, and I stayed there nursing my coffee. I then went to the park and sat on a bench, trying not to think about last night. I drove by the house a few times until his car was gone.

I went inside, not sure if I wanted Kelly to be home or off with him. When I got inside, she was cleaning the kitchen—from breakfast, I guessed.

“You were gone when we got up,” she said. “Where did you go?”

“To the park to think, actually ...