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“Do you know what a cuck is?” Zoey asked.
“….yeah?” I replied.
“Oscar said that’s what you are. A cuck. Is that what you are?”
“Uhm, I… don’t think so”
And this was this honest truth. Though we both got ever excited in the immediate aftermath, the idea of being a squirming beta desperate to reclaim his wife after another man had taken her was a difficult pill to swallow. I simply didn’t see myself as such a character, and I struggled to accept any notion of it.
“So you don’t want me to go back to him?” Zoey continued.
This was the fork in the road. Truth is, I still wasn’t sure how much of it all I was actually okay with. And so I chose to chicken out.
“No” I stated.
Zoey turned around, seemingly relieved by that response.
“Good. I don’t want to see him again. I just know… he’ll do horrible things to me”
“What horrible things? What happened exactly?”
Zoey shook her head.
“I’m not, uhm, ready. I need… time. I just- I just need to process it all”
Zoey was being vulnerable, and I wasn’t about to push her. I accepted her answer and tried to brush it all under the rug, even denying myself from facing what happened that day.
Very quickly, months had gone by. instead of pushing further into the world of the perverse, Zoey and I leaned closer into each other emotionally and sexually.
Zoey had become more receptive sexually, and I was better attuned to her cues. Surprisingly enough, normality had ensued and we had gone back to being a very normal couple.
The gust of change came from the most unexpected of places. One day, I had driven up to Zoey’s school to pick her up when I noticed her being hugged by a very large black man before she approached the car. An inexplicable spark lit up inside me, and my imagination ran wild.
Zoey’s very average height was completely dwarfed by this man, who was also as girthy as he was tall. As his arm clenched on to Zoey’s back, I could see that his bicep alone was as big as Zoey’s head. I began to wonder what Zoey felt being held by this man.
I, like most adult males, was stronger than Zoey was – but this man – he could pin her down and eliminate even the desire to resist with their disparity in strength.
What would such a sense of total physical dominance do to a lady? How did Zoey feel as she was embraced by that man?
Before my mind could wander even more, Zoey stepped in the car and gave me a kiss.
Startled, I forgot to even ask her how her day was before going straight into it.
“Hey, who was that guy?” I asked.
Zoey pulled a puzzled look.
“Him? That’s Mr Johnson. Well, actually, just Mike now. He’s the temp PE teacher. It was his last day today”
Zoey’s explanation made perfect sense, and yet I couldn’t shake this feeling.
“Oh HIM. He seems fond of you”
Zoey’s face now spoke to me without her mouth needing to say anything at all. ‘are you being serious?’. Seeming a bit annoyed, Zoey explained.
“Yeah, uhm- you know, with the way he looks and all, everyone in the school was really scared of him. I tried to be nice. Poor guy – I think I’m the only friend he made at work even to his last day!”
Again, Zoey’s explanation made perfect sense. I was clearly coming off like a weird jealous husband by pursuing this any more. But with this strange feeling I was having, I began to think about things I shouldn’t be thinking about.
“…do you find him attractive?” I blurted out.
SHIT. I regretted saying it as soon as I said it, questioning myself on why I would want my wife to answer a question like that. Luckily, Zoey’s response put a lid on a potentially damaging outcome.
“Stop it- why are you teasing me?!” Zoey said as she giggled.
I laughed with her and thanked my lucky stars as I drove away. Only minutes later though, I realized: she didn’t say no.
I found myself affixed to this strange sensation and arousal, and so I initiated with Zoey as soon as we got back. I was pleasuring Zoey with my finger and mouth as I got off on watching her writhe and wriggle. Her cutesy little face getting all red and excited made me get a bit too carried away, wanting to pull out some dirty talk to really turn up the excitement.
“I know I’ve said this about a million times, but… you’re the sexist when you’re cumming” I said.
Zoey blushed even more and tried to hide her face in response. Despite it, I knew she liked it.
“Have you shown that face to anyone else?”
“Mmmmm…!” Zoey resisted, still coiling from pleasure.
“…Did you show Oscar that face?”
Zoey didn’t respond.
“What exactly happened that night? Did you give him a handjob?”
No response.
“A blowjob?”
Still no response.
“…Did you let him fuck you?”
“Hrmmmmmmmm…!” Zoey’s writhing intensified, almost as if her defiance was pushing her into greater intensity.
I responded in kind, stepping up my tempo and fingering her faster.
“Haa…! Ha! Ahhhh!!” Zoey was görükle escort almost tearing into the bedsheets as she now gyrated in pleasure, ready to reach climax at any moment.
“Well, what did he do to you?” I continued.
Her brain was now swimming in sexual endorphins, her inhibitors drowned by the desire for more.
“H-he… all of it! He used all of me!” Zoey finally replied in a whimpering cry.
I could picture it in my head – Oscar’s cock being worshipped by my subservient wife, on her knees, stroking his shaft as she so passionately works her mouth for his pleasure.
“Did you like it?” I pressed on as I tried to piece together the final image of their affair.
“…I didn’t… I- it was- it was intense…” Zoey replied as she buried her face into the duvet.
I finally saw all of it: Oscar repaid her generosity by brutally beating on her pussy with his loveless and animalistic pounding, all of which were welcomed by the masochistic pussy of my wife’s that wanted his seed. So it was to the detriment to her primal instincts that he showed mercy by cumming in her mouth, a kindness that resonated in self-conflict of desire and regret for Zoey.
“Do you want him to fuck you again?” I said as I continued to keep her within a line just before climax.
Zoey shook her head violently as she gasped in a plea for me to finish her off. But still I wanted more from her, having built it all up to this:
“What about Mike? Would you fuck him?”
Zoey was still writhing, coiling and moaning without a response. I knew how I could get an answer.
I stepped past the line, fingering her with gentle speed as I whispered in her ear.
“Do you want to Mike to fuck you?”
Zoey tensed up hard, grasping my hand to stop me from overstimulating her as she orgasmed hard.
This wasn’t a porn star orgasm; there was no screaming. Instead, she was so lost to the sensations that she arched her back up like a bow and remained frozen for a few seconds. Her face was one of near shock as she opened her eyes wide, but it held nothing in its view – for her mind was still lost to her heavenly pleasures.
For the time she was lost to that world, she had even forgotten to breathe – only managing to mutter something of a grunt.
“Ak……….. oh……. h…..”
And yet, she was able to give me that answer as soon as she had begun to calm – which gave indication to where her mind was as she orgasmed.
“ho….. h… y- yes. Yes. YES” Zoey said clearly as she nodded her head.
I was immediately overcome with powerful emotions of jealously, rage, but predominantly intense arousal. Without any consideration for my wife, I quickly shoved my cock into Zoey’s pussy and started to hammer at it more enthusiastically than ever before.
Zoey was clearly disturbed by my sudden intrusion, initially giving off a pained squeal. But soon, she accepted my embrace and initiated a vigorous exchange of tongue and fluids through our mouths. Within minutes, I exploded inside Zoey and spent a long while after just passionately kissing my wife as she grappled my neck with her arms and my cock remained inside her.
When we stopped kissing, it was only to stare into each others’ eyes intensely as we converged our emotions through them. We held hands, which let me know that it was all okay – she was accepting of all that I am.
And so I felt reassured enough to break the silence first;
“That was… amazing” I said.
Zoey smiled, with only her eyes showing a small glimpse of something else troubling her mind.
“Do you uhm… really want to?” I asked.
Zoey flinched a bit. She was expecting this question, but it seemed like it pained her still to receive it.
“I… don’t understand… how can you be okay with it?” Zoey asked in response.
And again, the truth of it is; I didn’t know. It was as much a discovery of myself as as it was of Zoey’s sexuality. Nonetheless, I was ready to be completely honest with her about all that I had to that point in time.
“Well, I don’t actually know. Maybe it is like Oscar said – maybe I am a cuck. For now, all I know is that I love seeing you fulfilled sexually. The most important thing to me is whether or not you feel like our vanilla relationship is enough for you, sexually”
Zoey listened carefully and let out a deep sigh when I finished talking.
“Is it? Is it enough?” I pressed on.
Zoey turned away and once again laid there in silence as she seemed to be lost in her thoughts. I wanted to give her the time to think, but held on to her hand and caressed her body as I worked to guarantee a safe space for her.
“And you want to be there? To see it?” Zoey finally said.
It wasn’t the response I was expecting, but I could imagine where she was going with this.
“Well- yeah. I thought- what happened with Oscar, why it made me feel bad afterwards – at least a part of it is that I missed out on that one part I enjoy most: seeing your nilüfer escort desires fulfilled” I explained.
Zoey’s face told me she already had a plan in place. She was only hesitant to tell me what it was. I gently turned her face towards me again, giving her a gentle kiss and whispering to her that it was okay. Zoey looked me in the eyes and spoke.
“I won’t have sex with anyone else, I’m not… ready for that. I don’t think you are either. But… just a blowjob… maybe…”
Like war drums sending soldiers to the march of death, I began to palpitate intensely.
“Y- you think Mike would agree to something like that? With a married woman? In front of her husband?” I asked nervously.
“I already know he wants to” Zoey said as she snickered.
I wanted to ask what she meant, what she’d spoken about with him that would have her convinced of something like that – but before I could, Zoey put her hand on my cock and started to stroke it firmly.
Any questions I had for her went out the window as the intensity of the sensation so quickly after ejaculation overwhelmed me and caused me to jolt up and down.
Stuck between pain and pleasure, I was surprised to see timid little Zoey smiling at my suffering. I was well and truly hard again, and when that was clear – Zoey stopped.
“Sorry, hehe. Just teasing” Zoey said as she giggled.
She then gently put her mouth on my cock and began to slobber all over it with her tongue, gently lathering it as she tugged on it with her hands. Her strokes were affectionate, loving my cock as if it was her cherished possession. Despite having cum less than half an hour ago, it took me no time at all to rope another one out.
In the aftermath, I wondered what had come over my wife, having never been the type to give me blowjobs – and having been so bad at them.
I questioned where these had come from, both the skill and the will. Was she changing? And if so – was I okay with this change? How would I be affected by this change? I kept these questions to myself as we continued into the night confessing our love for one another.
I woke up next morning thinking that it was all an elaborate dream. Zoey and I didn’t talk about it again, and I didn’t want to be the one to bring it up. But later that day:
“So, I messaged Mike” Zoey prompted over the dinner table.
I could hardly swallow my food – the strike of reality had become lodged in my throat.
“I invited him for coffee at ours on Saturday, just a friendly catchup and for him to meet you. I didn’t say anything about- you know, ‘our arrangement’. Figured it was best to ask in person” Zoey continued as I felt my heart racing again.
“I uhm- I don’t think I could ask him myself” I said sheepishly.
“Then I’ll give you a cue, you pop out to the bathroom – you come back to an answer. That okay?” Zoey was very blasé.
I had to take a huge gulp of water before I could speak, even then only managing to mutter “O-okay”.
The weekend came very slowly. I had too many sleepless nights trying to picture Zoey in Mike’s arms whilst simultaneously feeling humiliated by it all. By the time it was D-Day, it was a mercy putting my mind to rest. My hands were jittery – I couldn’t tell if that was from the nerves or the lack of sleep.
Zoey seemed nervous too, right up to the moment in which Mike arrived at the door. At that exact moment, Zoey was just her usual friendly self welcoming a good friend inside our home.
Mike was even bigger in person. Not all giants like him are intimidating, but he was an intimidating giant both in size and demeanor. To be more exact, he was a friendly giant to Zoey – laughing easily and almost a bit goofy – but an intimidating giant with me. He kept his replies short and concise for me, making it abundantly clear that he wanted to keep his attention on Zoey.
None of my jokes landed with him, he didn’t initiate any conversations with me, and Zoey certain didn’t do much to help our tensions ease. And so I felt like I had retracted into a corner, becoming a third wheel inside my own home.
As I began to space out from the conversation, Zoey tapped on the kitchen table where we were sat as she looked into my eyes. That was the cue.
I excused myself and tripped over my own foot as I headed to the bathroom. I was in shatters – a complete wreck.
I got into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face to freshen up. I stared into the bathroom mirror thinking about how long I’d need to be gone for. What must’ve been 5, 10 minutes felt like an eternity with my heart beating so fast. My patience wore thin, so I barged out and walked back to find my wife and Mike laughing away.
They both looked at me, but my eyes turned to Mike first as I sought to gauge his reaction. I felt shame, as his eyes scanned me up and down with a sombre look on his face. His look was one of contempt, and the regrets started to kick in.
“So,” Zoey said as she interrupted bursa sınırsız escort my thoughts.
“Mike has… agreed”
Zoey looked at me as she appeared to mime with her mouth ‘are you sure’, to which I instinctively nodded. I wasn’t actually sure, but I was feeling pressured. Pressure from whom? Maybe from Mike, maybe from Zoey, maybe from myself. Separate to this, at least a part of me was feeling intimidated as Mike was a very domineering man. Even at the prospect of him domineering his way into my wife, I was too afraid to interject.
Mike suddenly stood up and grabbed Zoey’s hand to forcefully pull her up, merely saying “Let’s go” before leaning down to carry her on his shoulder.
Zoey looked like a little doll, as light as a feather in Mike’s arms. Her eyes widened, and she looked like she was panicking as she looked at me for help. I interpreted her message to me as a clear ‘what the fuck is happening? Are you gonna let this happen?’, but was too terrified of this man to stop it.
Mike found his way to our martial bedroom, which had me immediately question why he would need to take her to the bedroom for just a blowjob. Still, I couldn’t speak up and just quietly followed.
Mike wasted no time in lifting Zoey up, Mike holding Zoey up by her ass on his arms as she was leaned in to kiss him. I felt a sinking feeling not felt since Oscar’s cum poured out of Zoey’s mouth. I bore witness to the passion between my wife and Mike, who had every appearance of years-long lovers. As Zoey gasped for breaths in between the air-tight intertwining of mouth, tongue and saliva, I realized that we hadn’t discussed enough about boundaries. Kissing, I realized, was in many ways much more personal than a blowjob – and thus should have been out of bounds.
Too late now, as they finished kissing and Zoey looked longingly into Mike’s eyes. My wife was hooked onto his spell, triggering everything within her that made her captive to him.
Mike put Zoey down and had her kneel as he very quickly whipped out his cock. Like a pitch-black python, it slithered out to Zoey’s shocked gasp. I too, was stunned. I considered Zoey lucky that we had only agreed to a blowjob – there was no way something like that could fit inside her. Zoey looked back and forth, switching between me, the cock, and mike’s eyes.
Smiling, Mike put his monstrous cock on Zoey’s cute little face which only accentuated just how big it was. Girth alone took up half her face, whereas the length went a fair bit past her head. It was truly a piece fitting the size of the man it was attached to.
In between Zoey and I’s shocked reaction, I noticed that Zoey’s breathing had intensified greatly as she seemed to be sniffing and snorting at Mike’s cock on her face. Suddenly, she stopped and turned to look at me. She nervously gripped onto Mike’s cock whilst still switching back and forth between me, the cock, and Mike’s eyes. It was clear she was unnerved and I felt obliged to stop this now, thinking Zoey had been taken out of her comfort zone. But before I could work up the courage to speak, Mike spoke first.
“She’s not comfortable with you here. Get out for a bit.”
Flabbergasted that he would make such a suggestion in my own home, I chuckled and looked to Zoey but found her nodding her head.
“Just for a bit… just til I get used to it a bit more. Maybe go and pick up some more coffee for us from that café down the road?” Zoey said.
I was too taken aback to say anything in response to Zoey, too terrified of Mike to speak out against him. Like an idiot, I tucked my erect cock away and headed out for that coffee. Everything was a blur – my body was running the errand whilst my mind was still trapped inside my bedroom.
Upon walking down the hallway to approach our apartment door, I heard a faint sound of loud voices coming from our door. ‘No way’ I thought, but still it added a sense of urgency. Entering the apartment, it became clear that the sounds were indeed coming from our bedroom.
To say that the screaming voice was that of Zoey’s, it certainly didn’t resemble the kind of voice I was used to from my wife. This appeared to be a bestial crying and growling, a sort of expression of complete depravity in a rhythmical fashion. Every now and then, I heard a deep male voice grunting with it.
I approached our bedroom to find the door closed, now the noises clearer than before. I hesitated in opening the door as I was afraid of what I might see. I tried to think of all the ways it couldn’t be what I thought it was. Maybe they put some porn on to get Zoey in the mood?
I felt broken. What was really happening inside, and what was I to do now?
The noises continued and I couldn’t hold off any longer. I gently put my hand on the doorknob and turned it, hoping to sneak in without drawing too much attention to myself.
And thus it was revealed; it was indeed Mike’s huge body was crushing itself onto my wife – over and over like a tidal wave eroding away at the rocks. His enormous cock was thrusting itself into my wife’s pussy without any regard for her size – the walls of her insides being pulled in and out by the friction of his girth. His size was obscene, and the scene of Mike’s cock coming in and out of such a tight space barely clinging on was an almost terrifying image.
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