Tom lay on his back staring at the ceiling, thinking how drastically his life had changed in the last 24 hours. He’d discovered that his wife had been seeing another man who had then cuckolded and humiliated him in his own house, in the bed where he slept with her every night, the bed where his children had been conceived.
He’d watched the man’s enormous cock ravage his wife’s cunt, driving her to intense orgasms unlike any he had ever witnessed, before firing endless ropes of thick, white semen into her vagina, the vagina that had been his exclusive preserve until now.
He’d heard his wife cry out her lover’s name as she promised her body to him, a slave to his cock. He’d watched him mark her skin, maul her tits, stretch her cunt, and treat her as a personal fucktoy, a cumslut, and yet she still yearned after him.
He’d felt humiliated and rejected, replaced by a fitter, stronger, dominant Alpha-male, and consigned to being a voyeur, an onlooker to his wife’s sexual activities.
What troubled him, however, was that he’d been extremely aroused by everything that had happened. In the midst of his humiliation and despair, he’d found himself at a level of excitement beyond anything he’d felt before in his sexual relationship with Janice.
The conflict between the lust he felt in watching the raw sex so close to him and the humiliation of it being enacted by his wife with another man, somehow excited him immensely.
He also found Jack incredibly attractive, both physically and emotionally. His muscular body screamed masculinity, from his broad shoulders and hairy chest to his chiselled abdomen, strong thighs and calves. He was a natural leader, with an air of control and dominance; a man who was to be obeyed.
Tom envied Jack. He was jealous of the man’s appearance, of his huge genitals, of his masculinity, of his easy dominance, but he also wanted to serve him, to please him.
All of these thoughts went through his mind as he lay there, next to his satisfied wife with her lover’s cum oozing out of her cunt around the base of his huge cock.
His fingers were idly rubbing that huge cock, smearing the oozing cum over its shaft. He took his hand off the thick cock and put his fingers to his mouth, sucking them, tasting the musky cum, then made up his mind. He was a cuck, and he enjoyed it. He would accept his role.
Tom sighed with relief as the tension evaporated from his body now that he’d reached his decision. He turned onto his side and backed up to Janice so that she was spooning him. She shifted slightly, then put an arm over his waist and cuddled him as they went to sleep.
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It was several hours later that Janice woke up. Jack was still asleep beside her, but his semi-erect cock had slipped out of her cunt and hung down onto a large wet patch on the bedclothes.
Sliding away carefully so that she didn’t wake him, she got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean her teeth and fetch a robe, after which she went downstairs to look for her husband.
Tom was in the kitchen, drinking a mug of coffee.
“Hello, love,” Janice said, “you’re up early.”
“I couldn’t sleep any more. Too many things are going through my mind.”
“I can understand that. Did you enjoy being stroked last night?”
“Yes, I did. I also enjoyed watching you lose it with Jack. He is a phenomenal lover.”
“Yes, he is.”
“What does it feel like to have that huge member inside you? Doesn’t it hurt?”
“It only hurts when he rams into my cervix, but that soon goes away.”
“And then?”
“Then it feels like being completely stuffed, as though he’s completely filled my insides. It’s unusual and very, very satisfying. I can feel him in places that have never felt anything before, and it feels fantastic.”
“God,” Tom groaned, “I feel so stupid and weak. I never, ever dreamed that I would get so turned on by watching you scream as another man fucks you and pumps his cum into your pussy.”
“Oh, Tom,” Janice said, “don’t be embarrassed. I don’t care what turns you on. What I do care about is that you’re open and honest with me.”
“But you’ll despise me, especially now that you’ve started an affair with Jack. You won’t want to be with me.”
“Don’t be silly. Of course I want to be with you. You’re my husband and I love you.”
“But what about Jack? Don’t you love him?”
“I have feelings for him, but not like those that I have for you. He’s a fantastic lover and has made my body experience feelings that I’ve never had before, and I won’t lie, I’m not prepared to give up those feelings. But I’m not prepared to give up my life with you either. I need you.”
“Yes, but how? Do you still want to have sex with me?”
“Of course I do. I love you, all of you. I want your kisses, your touch, to feel you close to me, to feel you inside me. With Jack, it’s altogether different. I have an intense craving for him, to be taken by him, to be used by him. Sex with you is loving and gentle, sex with him is raw and animalistic and gives me intense feelings of pleasure.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed.”
“Oh, Tom. I’ve noticed your reactions, too. I’ve seen your attraction to him. You want him.”
Tom looked at her, his eyes wide, his mouth half-open. Was he that obvious?
“It’s alright, Tom. I don’t mind. I don’t think any less of you,” Janice said, taking his hand, “now, let’s go upstairs and see if our sexy man is awake.”
The two of them walked upstairs, hand-in-hand and went into the bedroom. Jack was still asleep, but had turned over to lie on his back, his huge, semi-erect cock lying on his thicket of pubic hair, the glans covering his navel. Tom looked at it, his heart speeding up at the sight, then leaned down over him and gently ran his tongue up and down the shaft.
He could taste the musky juices that had dried on Jack’s cock, a mixture of the man’s thick cum and his wife’s own sexual secretions. They tasted good.
He lifted the huge cock carefully, holding it upright and wrapping his lips around the foreskin-enclosed glans before letting it slide into his warm, moist mouth. As he did so, he pulled back on the skin of Jack’s shaft, allowing his bulbous, mushroom-shaped glans to emerge from its sheath.
Tom’s tongue swirled around the huge glans, licking at the corona and lapping up the drying semen underneath its edge. He increased his suction and swallowed, feeling the back of his throat burn slightly with the passage of musky semen, then ran his tongue around the top of Jack’s shaft, cleaning off the bunched-up roll of foreskin, then tickling the man’s frenulum and up between the twin mounds where his slit was trickling precum.
It was at this time that Jack woke up. It wasn’t the first time in his life that he’d been woken up with his cock in someone’s mouth, but when he opened his eyes, he could see Janice looking down at him and smiling, her eyes sparkling.
It took him a few seconds to work out what was happening.
“Your husband seems to be accepting his cuck role,” he said.
“Yes,” Janice answered, “we talked about it, and he does.”
Jack was delighted. He had seduced this man’s wife and taken her away from him to be his fucktoy, and the cuck had accepted and embraced it. The two of them were now his sexual playthings, available when he wanted, to do what he wanted. He felt enormously powerful.
“You’re doing a good job, cucky,” he said to Tom, as he enjoyed the feelings surging through his cock. ‘The cuck is really good at this,’ he thought, ‘he knows just where to stimulate a cock.’
He allowed himself a few more minutes of pleasure, then pushed Tom’s head off his cock.
“Get on the bed, Tom, you too, Jan.”
“What’s the matter, Jack, am I not doing it right?” Tom asked, a worried look on his face.
“You’re doing fine, but just do as I say.”
Tom got onto the bed, as did Janice, both of them kneeling next to Jack, who had sat up.
“Now, I want the two of you in a 69 position. Tom, put a pillow under your head and lick your wife’s pussy while she sucks your skinny, little cock.”
Jack watched the two of them get into position. He could see a thin sliver of something hanging down from Janice’s slit as she lowered herself down onto Tom’s mouth. Probably a remnant of semen, he thought, as Tom stuck out his tongue and licked at it before lifting his head and sticking it between her ragged labia
Janice lowered her mouth over Tom’s penis, thinking how small it was in comparison with Jack’s. She and Tom had only done 69 a few times in their marriage, and she hadn’t enjoyed it. Sucking Jack’s cock in the last few weeks, however, she had found very exciting, so she tried to find the same joy in sucking her husband.
On the other hand, Tom was really enjoying licking her pussy. It had a similar taste to Jack’s cock, musky and slightly bitter, but there was much more volume of liquid. As he licked, he explored her slit with his tongue, licking around the entrance to her vagina, then up towards her clitoris. He sucked at her engorged labia, running his tongue along their edges, then circled the tip of his tongue around her clitoral shaft.
Janice sighed as she felt her husband’s tongue. ‘He’s really quite good at this,’ she thought, ‘I wish he’d tried it out before.’
Jack watched the two of them for a while, then got onto his knees and shuffled up behind Janice’s rolling hips so that the tip of his cock touched her pussy.
Tom felt the bed move, then saw Jack’s cock come into his view, precum dribbling from the tip. He grasped it and positioned it at Janice’s vaginal entrance, then ran his tongue along the thick bulge of Jack’s urethra as his fingers fondled the man’s hairy balls. He felt an ache in his chest as he wished that stupendous cock was penetrating his body.
Janice felt Jack’s cock at her entrance and took her mouth off her husband’s penis.
“Fuck me, Jack. Please fuck me,” she pleaded as she pushed her hips back towards him, before sucking Tom’s cock back into her mouth. It felt different to Jack’s, not just because of the size, or that it was circumcised. It tasted different, more bland. But she enjoyed it, enjoyed giving him pleasure, enjoyed the way it jerked under her tongue, enjoyed the flow of precum.
Jack flicked his hips, forcing his large glans between her labia and into her vaginal entrance. There was a brief pause as her vaginal sphincter resisted the intrusion, but it soon yielded, and his cockhead popped through the tight ring to open up the walls of her vaginal tunnel, the path to her innermost recesses, to her womb, her birth canal.
As his cock slid ever deeper, he could feel Tom’s tongue licking his shaft. Not only did it feel physically good, but it also made him feel completely in control and dominant. He had made this cuck husband, a grown man with a wife and two children, into a sexual plaything, a willing slave to his desires, whatever they might be.
He started thrusting into Janice in earnest, long, slow strokes, pulling his cock back until it was nearly out of her cunt, then pushing slowly back inside her and under her cervix, until it bumped into the back wall of her vagina, the end of her canal.
Janice gasped as his cock sank deep inside her, stuffing her passage with his enormous member. It felt so damn good, so wonderfully warm and alive, so powerful. She clenched her pelvic muscles, trying to pull it deeper inside, as she concentrated on the irritating but exciting tickles radiating through her groin.
She lifted her head and threw it back, as she expelled her breath in a series of groans. Her husband’s cock, forgotten and discarded, flopped back onto his abdomen. Jack had leaned forward and cupped his large hands under her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, sending more signals of pleasure through her nervous system. She could feel the tension in her body rising when suddenly Jack stopped thrusting and pulled out his cock.
“Jack!” Janice cried out, “What are you doing? Why have you pulled out?”
“Because I want your cuck husband under me, where he belongs. Tom, get out from under your wife and lie down between my legs with your head under her cunt.”
Janice lifted one knee so that Tom could shuffle aside from under her and crawl behind Jack to go between his knees and turn onto his back, then push himself up the bed until his head was under Janice’s open cunt.
“That’s better,” Jack said, as he moved his hips forward until his cock was once more at Janice’s vaginal entrance.
Tom reached up and, holding the shaft, pulled back Jack’s foreskin to reveal his huge, inflamed glans, glistening with precum. He lifted his head and licked its frenulum, then up to the twin mounds surrounding its slit. Precum flowed onto his tongue and slithered back down his throat.
Tom lowered his head and stared at the huge cock with its thick, veiny shaft and protruding urethra. A slender strand of shimmering precum with little blobs running down it remained connected to his tongue. He pulled Jack’s cock forward and nestled it between Janice’s labia, breaking the string of precum.
Jack took hold of Janice’s hips and pulled them back towards him, his cock easily sliding through her vaginal entrance, already widened by his previous invasion, to sink deep inside her.
Janice gave a long, drawn-out “Oooooooh,” as his cock filled her yearning canal, his corona rubbing against the sensitive walls, irritating their nerves so that they sent messages of ecstasy to her brain. She wiggled her hips, trying to scratch the intense itch she felt inside.
Jack felt his cock reach the end of her vagina. He kept still for several seconds, his cock twitching as he enjoyed the feeling of wet warmth clasping his cock like a velvet glove, then slowly pulled back, dragging her labia outwards, until his glans was almost out of her cunt, before suddenly thrusting back inside her again, hard and fast, until his cock was a once more fully sheathed in her cunt.
“Aaaargh,” Janice cried out. “Oh, Jack! Oh God, that’s good. Oh God, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
And Jack did. He pounded her, thrusting in and out of her, hard and fast with long strokes. He held her hips and moved her around on his cock as though she were a rag doll, pushing and pulling back and forth and side to side. His pubic bone smacked into her buttocks with every thrust, jarring her body and pushing her forward. The bed rocked with the force of their fucking, the headboard banging against the wall.
Janice fell forward, her head on the bed, as her body was being used for his pleasure. Her hands grasped the bedclothes, holding them tightly as her muscles tensed with her growing arousal. Her breasts flailed around underneath her, swinging wildly all over the place. Her thighs trembled.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.” She cried out with each thrust until gradually her cries turned into one long wail of pleasure as she heard a roaring in her ears and her mind went blank. She seemed to float out of her body and into a world of unutterable joy, waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve. Her cunt went into rhythmic spasms as her pelvic muscles clenched and released, trying to milk the sperm out of the man fucking her, her body desperate to mate with him.
Tom watched all of this from a few inches in front of his nose. He saw Jack’s huge cock plunging in and out of his wife’s cunt, her labia stretched to the limit around its shaft as they were dragged in and out, a mass of white foam around them. Jack’s hairy balls dragged back and forth up his throat and over his chin and mouth, and there was a smell of raw sex in his nose. He felt incredibly aroused.
Jack knew he was seconds away from his climax. He struggled to control it, but it was a losing battle; Janice’s cunt was too good, too exciting, too irresistible, the best he’d ever fucked.
He felt his muscles clench and an intense feeling of itchy pleasure spread from his glans through his shaft and into his balls, before spreading through his groin. His testicles rose in his sac as their spermatozoa surged into his prostate, mixing with his seminal fluids before being propelled up his urethra to spray from the end of his cock into Janice’s waiting vagina.
“Aaaaaargh,” he shouted, “fuck, that’s good,” as he kept still, holding her body back against his while he pumped ropes of thick, fertile semen into her vagina, his cock jerking with each ejaculation. He could feel the warm, slippery fluid sloshing around his glans and up his shaft as her pulsing vagina moved it around. Some of it oozed out around the base of his cock and trickled down his balls.
After some time, Jack slowly pulled his cock out of Janice’s cunt. It hung down, still engorged but with its foreskin now covering its glans. Semen dripped from the end. Tom felt it touch his lips and opened his mouth to suck it, taking the first few inches inside. He grasped the shaft and pulled back its skin so that he could run his tongue around the glans, gathering up the slimy fluids covering it.
He swallowed as the mixture of his wife’s juices and Jack’s semen trickled to the back of his tongue, feeling a slight burning sensation in his throat as the thick liquid ran down into his stomach, followed by a sensation of warmth in his belly.
He sucked more of Jack’s cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the thick, veiny shaft, until he felt himself about to gag and pulled back, letting go of the large cock.
Jack looked down and smiled, thinking that he would force Tom to deep throat him before the weekend was over, but for now it was enough to see the cuckold’s face underneath his wife’s wide-open and dripping cunt. He moved himself off his knees to lie on his back, his breathing slowly returning to normal.
Janice’s breathing had also slowly calmed down. She lifted her head off the bed and pushed herself up before getting off her knees and lying on her side to look at Jack. She could feel her husband’s head against her hips, but had been unaware of what he’d been doing. She reached out and placed a hand on Jack’s chest, her fingers threading through his hairs and gently pulling them.
“That was incredible. You’ve given me feelings of such exquisite pleasure that I never knew existed. It’s left me completely and utterly satisfied and contented. You’re very good at this, you know.”
Jack smiled at her. He knew that he had awakened something in her and that she would want him to fuck her more and more in the coming months. Inevitably, he would tire of her and move on to seducing another married woman, leaving Janice forever searching to try to relive those feelings. She would take many different lovers in her quest for satisfaction, as her husband had no hope of assuaging that desire.
Jack felt no remorse. As far as he was concerned, women were there for his taking, to be seduced and conquered for his pleasure. If their partners were unable to hold onto their women, they deserved to be humiliated and made to accept their inferior position.
“I’m glad I’ve helped you to discover what you’ve missed all these years,” he said. “You have a gorgeous body and know how to use it to please a man.”
Janice felt a glow of satisfaction at his words. Her hand drifted down from his chest and over his flat stomach to rest on his genitals. She slipped it underneath his balls and cradled them, gently rolling his testicles between her thumb and fingers as she remembered his sperm flooding her womb, searching vainly for an egg to fertilise.
“Thank you,” she breathed.
Jack leaned over and kissed her on the lips, then looked over at Tom.
“I think your husband would like to make love with you,” he said to Janice, “would you like that?”
Janice looked at him in surprise.
“I, er, well, er, I suppose so,” she stammered, feeling guilty but also resentful that her closeness to her lover was being disturbed.
That was, of course, some of Jack’s intention to further disrupt the marital bond. He also knew that she would hardly feel her husband’s cock inside her pussy so soon after it had been stretched by his much larger one.
But Tom could hardly believe his luck. He quickly got on his knees between his wife’s legs and bent down to kiss her.
“I love you, my darling,” he said, kissing her.
“I know,” she replied.
He reached down and positioned his cock at her entrance, rubbing the head in the slimy blobs of Jack’s cum still oozing out between her gaping labia.
He pushed forward and entered the vagina that had, until recently, only ever had his cock in it. It felt different, no longer snug and clasping, and almost no friction around his shaft. Still, it was warm and wet, and he was very aroused. He started thrusting.
Janice had felt his cockhead slide through her vaginal entrance, even though there had been no resistance from her vaginal sphincter, which was still gaping from Jack’s assault. She could feel him inside her, but it was a distant and unresponsive feeling. Her nerve endings felt no pressure and weren’t being stimulated. He was just too small.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, trying to draw him deeper, but it was to no avail. She couldn’t feel any pleasurable sensations. She moved her hips in little circles as she clenched her pelvic muscles, and was rewarded with a satisfying groan from Tom.
“Cum in me, Tom,” she breathed, wanting to bring this to an end, “cum in your wife.”
Tom increased the speed of his thrusts, hammering in and out of her until suddenly he stopped moving and he lowered himself down off his arms to rest on her body.
“Did you cum?” Janice asked. She hadn’t felt it at all.
“Yes,” he replied, “and you?”
“No,” she answered, “but it was nice.”
Tom felt his cock shrink as it retreated from her pussy until it slipped out. He rolled off her and lay on his back, his eyes closed. It wasn’t long before he started snoring.
Janice turned away from him and back towards Jack. He was on his side, leaning on an elbow, a grin on his face.
“So, it was nice, was it?”
“Oh, shut up,” she replied, pushing his shoulder, “he’s my husband and a very good father of our children. I do love him. It’s just a pity that he doesn’t make me feel like you do.”
Jack leaned forward and kissed her, then put his arm over her shoulder and pulled her close to him.
“Well then, I’ll just have to carry on fucking you,” he said, “and Tom can take care of all the household and family duties.”
Janice put her arm over his waist and held his buttocks. She could easily fall for this man, but she knew it would be pointless. He wasn’t the type of man to stay long and would inevitably leave her with nothing but pain and regret, but she put the thoughts out of her mind as she clung to him and drifted to sleep.
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The rest of the weekend went much as Jack had said it would. He and Janice fucked relentlessly, interspersed with periods of rest.
They fucked in the kitchen on the kitchen table where she and Tom usually ate breakfast together. They fucked in the living room – on the floor, on the couch, on Tom’s favourite chair. They fucked on Tom’s desk, leaving semen stains all over the surface. They fucked in his chair, Janice screaming Jack’s name as she bounced up and down on his cock. They fucked standing up in the entrance hall. They fucked on the stairs. They fucked again in the master bedroom and then in the en-suite bathroom, Janice leaning over the toilet. They fucked standing up against the wall in the shower. They fucked in the spare room. The only rooms they didn’t use were the children’s old bedrooms; Janice would not enter them.
Tom, having understood and accepted his role, served them. He brought them drinks when asked, prepared food for them, and cleaned up after them. He watched them whenever he was allowed to do so, sucking Jack’s cock clean after they’d finished. He sucked Janice’s tits and licked her pussy when Jack told him to get her ready for him, then sucked Jack’s cock before putting it in her waiting cunt.
By the end of the weekend, they were exhausted. There were love bites all over Janice’s body, her neck, her shoulders, her tits, her thighs, and her skin felt raw. All of her muscles ached; the extreme tension they’d undergone with her endless orgasms had strained them to the limit. Her inner labia seemed to be permanently exposed, hanging out and ragged. Her clitoris was overly sensitive, and her cunt felt sore inside, her vaginal walls stinging. She could hardly walk, but she felt fabulous. She had had endless orgasms of incredible intensity. She had screamed, cried, shouted, scratched, and shaken until she’d passed out from the intense pleasures that had overtaken her body. She felt wanted and special, protected and secure. Life could not be better.
Tom, too, felt exhausted. He had cum more in two days than he normally did in months, and with greater intensity. His cock was sore from all his masturbation, and his balls ached, but he felt much more at ease with what had happened. He knew his marriage had altered permanently, but he could see a future for himself in it.
Jack was also quite tired. Even though he had planned the weekend as a fuckfest, Janice’s enthusiasm and unforeseen skills had brought him to orgasmic pleasures more intense and enjoyable than those he had experienced before. This was a woman he was going to fuck for many months, possibly years, and with whom he would explore sex in many different ways.
He felt enormously powerful and satisfied with the way in which he had taken this woman away from her husband and made the cuckold embrace a lifestyle designed for Jack’s pleasure. He would consolidate and exploit that over the coming months, enjoying his power over the two of them.
Apart from several scratches on his back, his body didn’t feel bad. He had exceptional stamina, and his cock was used to prolonged action; it was not sore or overly sensitive and would be ready to plunder the delights of Janice’s exceptional cunt during the week ahead……..
