Cuckold Dreams Lead to Nightmares Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Cuckold Dreams Lead to Nightmares Ch. 01

... "Well Michelle is cooking dinner. I don't know where Tracy is."

"I thought they were together."

Mike sounded confused. "They went out last night, but I haven't seen Tracy all day brother. Did you sort things out?"

"Not yet I'm afraid I really screwed up."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but don't worry. She loves you and you two will figure it out."

I ended up cooking a frozen pizza and watching TV. After a while I got bored and went to the guest room with my laptop. I was surfing around and ended up landing on some cuckold porn. I slid on my headphones and was watching about the third clip of a wife getting pounded and shouting humiliating stuff at her husband while I jacked off.

I had pushed the door closed, but not locked when I started and while I was almost about to climax, I saw the door more out of my periphery.

I looked over quick enough to see Tracy standing there.

Again, she was wearing a pair of tight jeans and her black knee-high boots, but a red top this time. It was very low cut and showed a lot of cleavage. She had her hair and makeup done and was looking amazing.

The only problem was that she was staring at my laptop screen and me jerking off with a disappointing look on her face as I shot my load all over my hand. She nodded back and forth as a tear started down her face and quickly walked off.

I hurried to get cleaned up and followed, but by the time I got there the bedroom door was shut.

I knocked on the door standing there in a ...

... pair of boxers begging her to answer me. Then I heard her through the door.

"Leave me alone Steve. Go back to jerking your pathetic excuse for a dick you pervert."

And with that she went silent.

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Saturday morning, I was a mess. I didn't sleep at all, and my guilt was getting the best of me. I was ashamed of what I did.

I got up and made breakfast. Her door was still shut, and I wasn't about to try my luck again. As I was making breakfast, I noticed that my roses I had got her were in the trash. So much for any points that they might have gotten me.

Tracy came out about an hour later. She was wearing a sleep shirt and a pair of short pink shorts.

She had obviously just got up and went straight for coffee. Apparently from her look she had a few drinks last night.

"Good morning." I said, trying not to make eye contact.

"Morning." was all I got, but it was better than the last few days.

She sat on the bar stool at the island facing me.

"Why does that turn you on so much?" She spoke.

I turned to her and feigned ignorance. "What?"

"Why does watching a wife fuck other men while the husband is helpless and jerking off turn you on?"

"I don't know. I just kind of found it and it made me horny. I'm so sorry for bringing it up and I'll never bring it up or look at it again." I was practically pleading.

She stared at me for a while and then said, "The stuff you said and what you confessed to me, you can't put that ...