Cuckold: Three Stories of Cuckoldry and Hot Wives (Cuckold Humiliation Hotwife Size Queen Cheating Erotic Romance Bundle) (6 page)

And just like that, it hits me, like a cold, sinking bag of rocks in the gut:
she’s going to have them both!

I can feel the horrific and yet electrifying panic and excitement race through my veins, bringing a chill up my spine. Did she plan this? Did she know there’d be two of them? We’d talked about the one; two is...well, two is almost more than I can process right now! I start to push at the door.

But suddenly she’s there, holding it, stopping me.

“No no, honey.” She’s whispering through the crack at me, her voice low and dripping with lust.

“You just stay there, ok?”

I start to panic again. “But...bu-”

“Shhhh...there there, baby. Just stay in your hiding place and watch. Ok?” She’s blowing me a kiss, and then there are muffled voices drifting in from down the hall, and she’s moving away from me.

She knew all along. The thought numbs me, and yet my cock is almost painfully hard within my pants. My hand on the doorknob drops then, and I feel my breath come quickly as move closer to the gap in the door, peering through.

They’re struggling, grunting as they maneuver the new couch into the room. A fucking
couch
, how would I assume that only one guy would be delivering that? Of course it’s two men.

And as I size them up, I feel a flash of something - jealousy perhaps? Excitement? - rush through me. The two big delivery guys are built like linebackers; brown uniforms stretched tight across thick, strong chests and shoulders, and around bulging biceps as they manhandle the couch into the living room. My stomach sinks as I imagine what else they’ll be manhandling, right in front of me.

There’s the one we know, the one who made me feel like a wimp on the last delivery. He’s blonde, handsome in that frat-boy kind of way that I know I’ve never been. Chiseled, strong jaw, a white smile, and dark look in his eyes. I grit my teeth, thinking about the last time he was here; the way he asserted himself over me, the way he openly sized up my wife right in front of me.

The other man is older, though equally built and ruggedly good-looking in that outdoorsy way. A thick black beard covers his chin, matching his hair, and I notice the sleeve of tattoos running from under the short-sleeved uniform down one of his arms. I know, just from knowing her for as long as I have, that deep down, it’s men like
these
who are exactly her type. I look at her, my wife, standing there in just her bathrobe, and I can almost see her trembling with excitement. Seeing her like that sends a thrill through me, and I can feel my cock achingly hard in my pants.

“You can just set it right there, guys,”

They set the new sofa down; its directly across the room from the den door, facing me. As they back away from the couch, the darker haired man stretches his arm back and knocks the collection of things on a shelf next to the fireplace. With a crash, my bowling trophy crashed to to the ground.

Yeah, I have a fucking
bowling trophy
; its even fucking on display, like its a thing that needs to be shown off. Jesus Christ, no wonder we’re at this scenario of me hiding like a pussy in the dark, about to watch two real men give my wife the fucking she needs.

The man begins to apologize, before she’s stopping him.

“Oh, please, don’t worry about it. It’s just my husbands, and for God’s sake, its a
bowling
trophy.”

The two men chuckle as she mocks me, and the older one responsible for the smashed trophy kicks at it disdainfully with his boot as they laugh at my expense.

The dark haired man, still chuckling, says something I can’t quite hear about “papers” and heads out of the room, presumably to the delivery truck. The younger blonde guy stays, and then it’s just the two of them.

For a moment, my anxiety drops; maybe she’s only having the one after all! Maybe there was a secret look exchanged between the two men that I missed, where the older one got the hint to take off and let his friend fuck the housewife. Shakily, I draw a breath; its only one, and one I think I can
maybe
handle right now.

And then, as he turns to straighten a side-table he knocked on the way in, without any preamble, without a word spoken, she untying the knot at the front of her robe. It falls open in the middle, showing off one full breast and her perfectly waxed, flushed pink pussy. Jealousy floods hotly through me; she’s never gone fully bare for me, even when I asked! And yet she’s made her pussy
perfect
for this stud!
 

The younger man is turning back to her, and then he freezes. His eyes drink in my wife’s exposed body, and I see a dark hunger flash across his face.

My first instinct is to be angry, or offended at his lecherous stares, at the way his eyes rove
my
wfe. But her face is flushed pink, her breasts are rising and falling with her every breath, and I know she’s probably dripping wet even now at the prospect of doing this. I have to remind myself that we’re here,
right here
because of
my
inadequacies as a husband and as a man.

I look back at the younger stud’s face and see the raw desire there, and my jealousy and my crushing anxiety are momentarily replaced with something else; is it pride?
 

“Do you like what you see?” She smirks at him.
 

I feel a rush; she’s never been so sexually open, so
slutty
with me. I also realize that her entire tone is different. With me, she’s always so sharp, so biting and dominant. And yet here, with this hot young guy sizing her up with his eyes and his chiseled good looks, she sounds almost
subservient
; like she’s shyly looking for his approval

He’s grinning at her, almost as if he were sizing up whether or not she’s messing with him or not. But I know now, I’m
positive
now that he knew what he was getting when he came over. He’s not trying to figure out her motives, he’s just plain drinking in her perfect body. His eyes are glued to her exposed cunt, cleanly waxed and on display for him.

“I think I see a lot that I like.” His eyes flash; he’s staring at her pussy as he talks to her.

“I thought you had a husband.”

“Does it matter?”
 

I wince and groan; God she’s acting like such a whore!

“Not to me.” He’s moving towards her now, grinning that cocky grin, and she’s opening her robe wider, baring herself completely to this other man.

“Looks like I’m missing the fun parts.”
 

My stomach drops through the floor all over again. The same cold dread from earlier seizes me; the other man is back.
 

My eyes dart to the living room door and see him standing there, a wicked look on his face. He’s chuckling as he enters, his eyes fixated on my wife’s perfect tits, her naked and exposed body. I can almost feel the heat and tension in the room go up, in tune with the hammering beat of my pulse in my ears.

This is really happening; my wife of almost a decade is really about to fuck them both, in front of me!

My heart is racing now, as the two men's eyes wandered my wife’s body. Part of me is screaming inside, shouting at how crazy this is and how far beyond what we’ve discussed this gone, even by now! And yet, as I’m looking at her and seeing the raw lust and desire flash through her face, looks that I haven’t seen in a long,
long
time. I know that ALL of this is because of
me.
 

I’m looking at the two big studs sizing her up, their eyes fixated on
my wife…

...and we’re here because of me.

“I was just asking your friend here if he liked what he saw” She arches her chest out, her perfect pink nipples straining out proud and erect from her tits. Then she shrugs the robe off her shoulders, and she’s totally naked in front of the delivery men.

Blood pounds in my ears and my pulse races. The men nod and chuckle; their eyes freely roam up and down her body, from nipples high on her full breasts to the wetness now obviously glistening between her legs in the light of the room.

“Well I
definitely
like what
I
see.” The older man is nodding and grinning as he moves towards her. I feel my breath catch, knowing I’m about to watch another man put his hands on my wife.

“Maybe you need a closer look?” She smirks at the man moving across the room to her, her hip cocked in wickedly slutty way as she lets her legs move apart, exposing herself to them. Her arms are clasped behind her back, making her look so submissive, so eager to
please
them.

They both move in on her, both of them much larger than her smaller frame; towering above her, and certainly taller and bigger than me. They encroach on her, like two primal animals circling a kill, until they’re right in front of her; so close I know they can smell the shampoo in her hair, probably the arousal between her legs. Her face is flushed and wild looking as the two studs close in on her.

And then she’s grabbing the young cocky guy by the collar of his shirt and mashing her lips hotly against his mouth. He hungrily grinds himself close against her, his hand sliding over the soft, exposed skin of her stomach. Behind her, the older man growls and moves against her. He grinds up close behind her, against her, and bites at her neck.

Theres a burning, fiery feeling in my gut that threatens to blow me apart at any moment as I watch this. I’m clenching and tensing my hands at my side, barely breathing as I watch these two big men maul and devour my wife, running their hands all over her naked body.
 

I should be furious; I know that. I should be knocking the door down to pry them bodily from her and assert myself as a man and as a husband.

But thats not going to happen; I know that. She wants this; its written boldly in the look of raw ecstasy across her face, and I won’t be the one to take it from her

As if I even could.

She’s moaning loudly into the blonde guy’s mouth as her hands run over the thick bulge in his pants. She’s fumbling at his belt buckle and yanking at the zipper of his tight brown uniform. I hear her coo and whimper as her hands dips inside to his cock. Without another thought, my own hand drops to the front of my pants, and I begin to stroke my throbbing erection through the material.

She’s frantically pulling his pants down, and I gasp as his cock springs out and against her thigh with a thick, audible slap. She takes a sharp intake of breath as his throbbing erection hits her skin, bringing her hand up to her mouth in shock.

I was right, the guy is fucking
huge
! To say that he’s bigger than me would be an understatement to say the least. He’s easily
twice
my size in both girth and length. Even the shape of his cock, the way it curves proudly up to a round, flared knob of a head puts my own pointy dick to shame. My erection almost falters in my pants as I take in the sheer size of this hung stud running his hands over my wife’s tits as he presses his big cock against her skin.

Her hands tentatively reach down to him. Her fingers close over him, but don’t reach all the way around his girth, and my mouth goes dry. Slowly, she strokes him against her thigh as she mashes her lips back against his, his big strong hands fondling and pulling at her heavy breasts.

The guy behind her has his belt off and is pulling his uniform down as well. With a sharp
THWACK
sound, his own throbbing dick springs out of his pants and slaps against the soft curve of my wife’s ass. I groan, feeling the blood rush through my veins; he’s just as big as the first guy! I briefly wonder if a big cock is a prerequisite for getting a job for the delivery company.

She moaning erotically now, these super sexy little mewling sounds that I’ve never even heard her make. She reaches back for the guy behind her, and then she’s visibly trembling, her eyes closed, as she’s got both of their cocks in small hands, stroking them back and forth against her skin.
 

I shamefully rub my own meager erection through my khakis,
 

They’re pushing her back now, moving her towards the couch they’ve just brought into my house, bought with my credit card. She’s pushed into a sitting position in front of them, her chest flushed and heaving, her legs splayed lewdly.

The two men are stripping the rest of their uniforms off, baring their bodies to me from my hiding place. Jesus, they’re fucking perfect specimens of anatomy; muscular and lean, muscled defined across their chest and shoulders in ways I’ve never been, even at my most athletic in college when we met.

As I look at them, I realize how truly pathetic and shameful it is that she's stayed with me as long as she has. In taking in their bodies, their hard muscles and their huge cocks, I begin to put together the little hints, the comments and suggestions that I’ve got from her over the years. Slowly, right there in the dark, the pieces come together, showing that
these
are the type of men -
real
men - that she craves.

The man with the beard and his tattoos; I’m suddenly thinking of all the times she’s wanted to to to that particularly hipster bar downtown for a drink when we decide to go out. Its the place where that guy with all the tattoos down his arms and on his neck works on Fridays; the one who always only charges us for my drinks.

I’m thinking of the guy that does our tree trimming and hedge-work, with the big hairy beard and the cocky smile. I’ve always made fun of his grizzly woodsman look, but thinking on it now, I’m not sure she's ever actually laughed back. It’s always been more of a conciliatory chuckle to appease me. That whole time, she wasn’t thinking of him as unattractive at all!