The Cuck: From Observer to Participant

I walked through the door, beaten down from a long twelve-hour shift at the plant. The ambient temperature in my shop is a tropical ninety-six degrees on a good day, so my clothes were stained from the sweat of the day.

The first thing that struck me as odd was the lack of little feet rumbling towards the front door screaming daddy. “Hunny?” I called out.

The scent of lavender wafting in the air was the second thing I noticed, candles flickered on the mantle. She must have plans for tonight. I told myself, wondering who it could be.

“In here.” I heard Cathy call from our bedroom.

I finished removing my work boots and placed them by the front door before I drug my tired body into her. In our bedroom, there were matching candles glowing on her mahogany dresser.

“God, you smell!” She complained, holding her nose and waiving the air in front of her. “Strip down, I’ll start the shower. I ain’t kissing you til you’re clean!”

In her sleek black dress, she padded into the en suite while I stripped down. “Where are the kids babe?” I called hoping she could hear me over the running water.

The dress she wore confirmed that she was expecting company tonight. She always wore something flashy that showed off her petite body and voluptuous breasts and butt when she had a friend coming by.

I knew the answer to my question before she walked back in, “They’re with gramma.”

I loved these nights and though my body ached, there wasn’t usually much work for me to do. Usually, I’d get to sit back and enjoy the show, unless her friend was shy. Then I’d have to wait in the living room until they were finished.

Being on the scene was better in some ways. I’d get to watch him seduce her, turning her from an expecting woman in need into a moaning, sobbing mess. Sitting in another room had the advantage of my own imagination, which was pretty great as well.

I know, it’s not normal for a man to enjoy watching his woman with another man, but I’m not normal. Don’t get me wrong, our sex life is great. Aside from my voyeuristic pleasures, I have a secret that I have yet to admit out loud.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, or in the chair in the corner, watching another man take her close off, consume her mouth with his, kissing down her slim frame until she’s begging him to fuck her, is a fantastic turn-on for me.

There’s something about watching him eating her out, her lips wrapped around his hard cock, and the sounds that he fucks out of her when he goes deep inside of her that drive me wild. Well, there are some things about it, I should say.

Hearing her scream and moan for him makes me feel inadequate. Watching my wife give herself over to a man that isn’t me crushes my ego and feels like the ultimate form of humiliation. In the moment, it feels harsh and hurtful, but it triggers something, some animal inside me that roars when her bull leaves. And then she gets fucked again, this time by me, by the animal she riled to life with him.

And here’s my secret. I’m bisexual and am only just starting to accept it. So I, vicariously through her, fantasize that her friend is seducing me, kissing me, and fucking me. It’s not quite the same but it scratches the itch, with a feather duster. Either way, we both enjoy this scene.

I climbed into the shower after she told me that she had invited Eric over. Eric was a coworker at her new job. I’d never seen him before, but she had talked about him a good bit before tonight. A couple of times she’d come home from work all worked up and talking about this younger guy flirting with her and how sexy he was. The twinkle in her eyes said all I needed to hear.

I cut the water off and started drying myself off, brushed my teeth, and ran a brush through my hair before I strolled expectedly, naked out of the bathroom.

Cathy was on her knees, her head bobbing as she swallowed, I assumed, Eric’s cock. He was facing the bathroom door I was standing in, watching the expression on my face as I walked out. He flashed a wicked grin telling me that he knew they would be caught and he was enjoying the grimace on my face.

I froze in place, my heart sunk and my shoulders slumped at the sight of my wife slurping down another man’s dick while he grinned devilishly at me. My wife stopped what she was doing and turned to catch a glimpse of my man card being pulled once again.

Her lips were already swollen and turning red when she smiled at me. “What’s wrong baby?” She asked as if she didn’t know.

“Baby?” My voice broke when I tried to speak.

She wiped my words away when she turned back and started mouthing Eric’s cock again. In her brief, probably planned pause, she was fisting his cock to show me how big it was. I’m not small, seven inches or so, but his cock made her hand look smaller than it did wrapped around me.

He held his toothy grin on me, his eyes were still dead on my face. He pulled his cock out of my wife’s mouth and pulled her to her feet, bent his neck down, and kissed her tender neck before taking her puffy lips. Their heads twisted asymmetrical to each other’s while I imagined their tongues wrestling in her mouth.

My cock started to swell as I watched them destroying the vows of our marriage. She looked so good against his tall slender body, even with their clothes still on. His thick arms bulged out of the short-sleeved, fitted T he was wearing.

He violated her so beautifully as he slowly shimmied her dress up over her hips. His eyes kept watching my reaction with each inch of my wife’s skin that he revealed.

I could feel the degrading heat filling my face while Eric’s tongue grazed the rim of my wife’s left ear. I heard her breathy moan and my stiffening cock twitched.

“Oh, I think he likes it!” Eric hazed, the corners of his mouth curled up. I heard Cathy giggle.

He does!I mentally confirmed his accusation while silently chiding myself for the shame knew I’d later enjoy.

He pulled back long enough to slip the sleek black dress over my wife’s head lifting her long, lush brown hair and letting fall lazily to her back.

Cathy lowered her arms slowly, fingertips brushing Eric’s sides as they fell. I couldn’t see her face, but in my mind, she wore a hungry grin that begged for him. Shadows from the candles danced wildly across her side and back while Eric’s hands explored her frame.

Fuck!

Her wandering hands stopped at the buckle of Eric’s belt and he stopped her from disrobing him. “No, not yet. His eyes shifted back to me with a wink. “I want your husband to take my clothes off for us.”

My heart seized in my chest! Had she told him about my secret? How does she even know? We’ve never talked about me being so directly involved.

Cathy turned to face me, her expression was hard to read as she studied mine. I felt small, timid even, waiting for whatever came next.

“Come on baby, make him do it,” Eric pressured her and she turned her head back to him. “Look at him. He’s practically begging to get me naked.”

I tried to hide the schoolgirl excitement that coursed through my veins while I waited. Yes, I wanted to see him. And more!

Her blank stare brightened, her gorgeous blue eyes flashed something dangerous and with the wave of one little finger, everything changed.

Cathy stepped back and sat on our king-sized bed to give space for me to, what? Undress this stranger? What the fuck am I doing. I felt the panic try to shadow over my excitement, the excitement that welled from somewhere deep within when I took the first step.

My heart was trying to break through my rib cage as I padded cautiously toward Eric. My eyes shifted between him and my wife, looking for something. I didn’t exactly know what, an out, reassurance… whatever I looked for, I doubted I’d even know it if I saw it.

What I did see was Eric exuding masculine confidence, his dark eyes held a hungry fire in them. And my wife, her naked body stunning in the glow of these candles with her shoulders postured in a silent, but commanding position.

She knows, fuck she knows!

I stood inches away from Eric, my head straight forward, looking up at his smooth face. I caught his brown eyes and found myself lost in their abyss. Frozen with fear I was lost, I had forgotten I was even breathing until he spoke.

“Take my shirt off.” His voice was low and gruff.

My fingers trembled against his skin as I raised the tail of his shirt over his smooth torso. My eyes landed on a thin patch of brown hairs in the middle of his broad chest. His arms raised in time with my movements and the task was complete, I let his shirt fall to the floor.

“Pants.” Eric’s single-word command was simple and direct.

My eyes darted to Cathy pleading for direction. I noticed the flush on her face, she was enjoying this as much as Eric was. She lowered her head in a single nod as if to say, get on it boy.

I was vibrating with excitement and a dash of fear when I looked back up at Eric’s face. “It’s ok boy.” The tone of his voice was authoritative and comforting, but “boy”? What the fuck, I was at least ten years older than him.

My eyes rolled slowly down his exposed chest and stomach, past his thick swollen cock poking out through the zipper of his pants to the shoes on his feet.

I felt like a servant when I knelt at his feet and started untying his shoes and removing them. He lifted each foot as I loosened the strings and held it so I could slide his shoes off first and then each sock.

Eric ruffled my hair as if I were a child and he was satisfied or proud of me. It felt… I didn’t know, good, humbling, something but mostly I liked the acknowledgment.

Staying on my knees, I straightened, almost inadvertently brushing his cock against my face. I fumbled with the metal buckle with shaking hands for several long, embarrassing seconds until I was able to slide the belt through.

Once the button was loose, I fingered the waist of the denim and began pulling downward. In my thrill, I hadn’t noticed that I was bringing his boxers down as well, but when everything slid past and freed the remainder of his shaft and balls I was hit with the intoxicating scent of man.

I didn’t realize the whimper came from me, however, my wife let a small gasp out because of it. My heart sank once again when she slid off the bed and crouched next to me and helped take Eric’s clothes the rest of the way off.

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and I felt a rush of shame flow through me and my mouth went dry. This was the closest I’ve ever been to the guy my wife was fucking. I was almost nose to head with his cock while she stroked it, watching me.

“Oh?” Cathy said when I licked my dry lips. “Does my husband want to taste cock?” Her dirty smile scared me.

Fuck! I do! I heard myself in my head but I didn’t say anything or make any moves.

I felt Eric’s hand on the back of my head and he held it there when he thrust his hips forward. His cock connected with my lips and bobbed around with each stroke my wife made along his length, leaving a wet trail of precum on my skin.

“Come on baby, taste his dick for me?” My wife coaxed me.

I fought the instinctual need to lick and clean the foreign moisture off of me, but was unsuccessful. I slid my tongue over my lips and brushed the head of Eric’s cock while a salty taste flooded my senses. I moaned soft and low, but not low enough.

Cathy looked up at Eric, “He likes it.”

“I knew he would! Any man that likes to watch his wife get fucked by another man is a fag on some level.” I grimaced at his wisdom, even though he was right.

My need took over, I closed my eyes and placed my hand over my wife’s, and gripped his cock. We stroked him together while I rubbed my lips and cheek with his mushroom. Eric’s silky smooth cock felt wonderful on my face.

“Open your eyes hunny?” My wife asked, more of a command than a question, so I did.

Her lips closed in on mine and licked across my lips, tasting what remained of Eric’s precum. I opened my mouth in a silent plea for her to kiss me, still awfully aware of the cock in our hands. My heart fluttered and my stomach did a summersault when our tongues connected.

Eric’s needy cock poked at us, at our locked lips and my wife broke away allowing him to slide his length against my lips, and hers. The heady scent of him took me over once again and I opened my mouth, letting them wet his length as he moved back and forth across them.

His skin was so soft, his veins so pronounced against the soft skin of my lips. I had fantasized about this moment for a long time so I pushed my fear away. I turned to face the head of Eric’s cock, opened my mouth, and let him invade me.

“Fuck yeah! Suck my cock!” Eric growled as I sucked his cock head into my mouth.

His cock was heavy on my tongue when I took him in, shallow and slow at first. I didn’t know what to expect. The way his cock tasted was unlike anything I’d ever tasted. Musky with a hint of some woody body wash.

Cathy stood and kissed up Eric’s chest, taking a nipple into her mouth. He groaned and his cock twitched in my mouth which made me moan vibrations into it. I looked up through my lashes just as Eric took my wife’s mouth and kissed her, their heads moving back and forth deep in the throes of passion.

Lost in the moment, I stopped moving my head, leaving Eric positioned in my mouth, and watched the display above me. Eric stopped the kiss, pulled himself out of my mouth, and guided my wife to the bed. He leaned her back and dipped down to his knees.

His tongue flicked and fluttered around her folds, and one of his hands motioned for me to come closer. I moved in and watched his tongue dance around her pussy before he opened her up and pressed it to her clit. She cried out and locked her hands into his dirty blonde hair.

I was mesmerized by the way he swirled his tongue around her spot, the way she moaned for him. It was like she forgot I was even there, it was just the two of them. Her back arched high off of the bed and cried “Fuck Eric, take my pussy!” when he prodded his tongue deep into her warmth.

Eric didn’t forget me, he stopped his attack on her cunt and looked at me. “She doesn’t scream like this for you does she?”

I shook my head no because it was true. She didn’t.

“Does she cum for you when you eat her? He asked. I shook my head again, speechless and shamed. “Because I’m gonna make her cum all over my face, then I might let you taste your wife when I’m done.”

My mouth gaped, my breath ragged and all I could do was watch this man defile my wife on our marital bed while making fun of me.

He dipped back in, his tongue stiff and fat while he covered the majority of her opening and licked up. The very tip of his tongue hit her clit and she cried out, again.

I watched his tongue work her G-spot for several minutes, listening to her moan and squeal, watching her body writhing above us, and feeling my cock throbbing heavily between my legs. The sounds he brought out of her were nothing like what she made for me.

I heard Eric make a sucking noise with his face buried into her and she lost control. “You’re gonna make me cum!” She cried. “I’m cummm… fucking god!!!” my wife’s words diminished to a growl when she let go and flooded Eric’s face.

Her juices filled Eric’s mouth, came out the corners of his lips, and ran down his chin. It was the biggest orgasm I’d ever seen my wife have and it was for him. Humiliation hit me like a brick and I sighed in shame and pleasure.

“That’s how a man should eat pussy.” Eric boasted with a victorious grin.

“Yeah baby, you should have Eric teach you how to do that!” My wife agreed through her quivering breath.

“Do you want to taste your wife?” Eric had a mischievousness to his look when he asked. Not feeling worthy of words, I nodded that I did desire to taste her. Eric took my head and pulled it to him, “Taste her on my face, stick out your tongue!”

It took me a second to register what was happing, then it hit me. Fucking fuck!I pushed my tongue out and licked Eric’s dimpled chin as I felt a tear slowly roll down my cheek. I closed my lips around the point of his chin and sucked her off of him. I dragged my tongue across the roughness of his stubbled cheek.

“Taste her on my lips!”

Another tear fell, and then another as I sobbed. Everything in me told me to stop, not to lick Eric’s lips but I did it anyway. I started on his bottom lip and ran my tongue from left to right before moving to the upper lip and going back from right to left. I felt unclean, unholy as my tongue lapped at another man’s mouth.

Tears of humiliation were steady running from my swollen red eyes and down my cheek when I pulled away. My eyes shifted between Eric and my wife as I erupted in wet sobs.

Cathy sat up and looked back at me, her hand softly caressing my tear-dampened cheek. Her eyes were warm and welcoming. “Are you ok baby? Do you need to stop?” I couldn’t find my words through my crying. “You can go out into the living room while we finish in here if you need to.”

I looked up to Eric who looked almost equally as concerned. It was normal for me to get worked up like this, not to this degree, but things had never gotten so intense either. It was part of what I would later think was amazing about what we did. I didn’t want to leave, I didn’t want to miss it. “I’m ok.” I forced myself to speak.

“Good boy.” Eric said and he stood up. His cock was not affected at all by the scene I was making. When I stood, we all realized that mine wasn’t either.

“As long as you’re sure?” Cathy assured me. She reached up to me and kissed my lips, tasting herself on them. “You should get Eric’s cock wet so he can fuck me baby!”

I was wrecked! I was broken and had stopped thinking for myself. I dropped to my knees in front of Eric and fisted his cock. I stroked my hand along his still slick shaft, my wife’s cum acting as the lubricant. I licked his tip, tasting the mix of his precum and my wife’s wetness while inhaling the smell of sex before I opened my mouth and took him back in.

His hips rocked in rhythm with my bobbing head, sliding his cock through my lips. His cock moved a little deeper with each inward thrust until it was hitting the back of my throat and triggered my gag reflex. I choked on him and my stomach convulsed, but neither of us stopped. I didn’t want to stop.

My spit pushed through my swollen lips and ran down my face, my eyes pushed more tears out, this time it wasn’t emotional. My eyes watered as I gagged on his cock.

“That’s enough greedy boy.” My wife told me. “He’s mine tonight. You’re just helping.”

I followed her words and pulled off of his cock, leaving my mouth empty and wanting more. I watched her as she slid up onto our bed.

Eric followed her and patted in the empty space next to her. “Come on boy, there’s room for ya here.”

I moved into that space with haste and watched Eric position himself over my wife’s naked and wanting body. His cock was inches away from her opening when he leaned down and kissed her again.

“Guide me in,” Eric said to me.

I reached for his cock and wrapped my fingers around his width, aiming him into her. My hand moved with him as his tip approached her cunt and pushed inside until my hand had become the stop.

My mind raced as fast as my heart when he pulled out slowly and pumped back in. My hand still gripped at the root of his cock, his warmth in my palm, and hers against my hand. He fucked her that way for a while, never asking me to remove my hand and me without the wherewithal to think. Eventually, I loosened my grip slightly to allow his cum-slicked shaft to fuck through my hand and into Cathy’s core.

“Move your hand baby,” Cathy moaned, “I want all of him inside me.” Her words were almost timed with his thrusts, pausing slightly as his body hit my hand into her.

I followed her order mindlessly but didn’t move away. I watched intently as her legs lifted off of the bed and wrapped around his ass giving him access to drill deeper into her, deeper than I could ever hope to be. The lips of her wet cunt folded in around him.

The pitch of her screams sent waves of ecstasy through me as Eric slammed his body into hers. Her face bunched up and I knew what that meant before she growled again. “Mmmph!” She took a ragged breath and her glazed blue eyes opened. She stared needfully into her lover’s eyes.

Eric pulled out of her warmth and flipped her over. He grabbed her hips, pulling her on all fours up to him, and breached my wife’s pussy again and she squealed in delight. He pistoned into her, her tits swayed helplessly below her and she made noises I’d never heard before.

“I” she grunted, “want your,” more noises, “dick!” She finally got her desire out.

I looked at her, on her hands and knees not knowing how to give it to her. Eric saw my dilemma “Under her fag!”

The only way I could do that was in the sixty-nine position, my head under his balls. I took pause trying to reconcile that in my mind. I looked down at the space under my wife, then at Eric’s body moving into her.

“Now!” My wife growled!

It was an awkward movement, trying to slide under her while he fucked her. Eventually, I got there and her lips wrapped right around my cock. The sensation flooded over me and I felt myself harden even more in her mouth.

I forced my eyes open, watching his balls moving just above my forehead, his cock glistened with her cum while he spread her pussy open. I was in a heaven that I hated for the moment.

Her movement on my smaller cock stopped, and she moaned around it from deep inside her when she found her next orgasm. Her cum pushed out around Eric’s width and dribbled down him before dripping onto my face.

That was the trigger, my body tensed and I cried out “Stop, your gonna make me cum!”

It was customary during sex that I warn Cathy before I cum. She would decide if she had all she wanted from me before I came. I’ve always been a one-and-done and sometimes she would deny me until she was satisfied.

Tonight, she had another, bigger dick that was satisfying her so there was little need for my longevity. Her lips moved erratically along my shaft bringing me up to the edge of release and at the last minute, the first throb of my cock, she took her mouth off of me.

There was a nasty giggle that filled the room when I volleyed my hot seed across my belly in frustration. Tonight, clearly had nothing to do with my own satisfaction. This was for her and him.

“Aww, poor boy!” Eric teased when he observed what she was doing. His assault on her body never let up and I found myself wishing I had his magical ability to control his orgasm.

I groaned, the pressure was no longer swelling in my balls, but there was little relief from my release. I continued to watch Eric plow into my wife, I remained sexually frustrated and in some devious cavity deep in my body, I loved it.

While my cock was shriving below my wife’s face, she was belting out the songs of sex. While my spent cum was cooling and drying across my abdomen, Eric was above me growling and grunting in primal sounds. While they were deep in the bowels of eroticism, I had an impulse.

I craned my neck up and pushed my tongue out and caught the skin of Eric’s balls with its tip. They were painted with her juices. They moved back and forth across my tongue, sending Eric into filthy bliss.

“Yeah boy, ya like my balls?” He instigated.

“Mmhmm” I did, and I didn’t feel shy about it.

What I was doing seemed to override his self-control. He howled like some wild beast and stopped deep inside her. She cried “Fill me baby!”

I watched his balls grow tight and the root of his cock start to pulsate. Eric found the summit of his release. When his cock buried deep inside my wife, she found hers as well. The cacophony of their cries was like an orchestra to my ears.

Eric thrust into her two more times emptying part of himself into her before he withdrew himself and unloaded the last half of his creamy cum on my face. It was warm on my reddened skin and a small puddle formed in one of my eye sockets as he stroked himself over me, squeezing out anything that remained in him.

Eric flopped back on his heels, his breathing was heavy and shallow. My wife, she flipped to her back and looked at me, my face coated in Eric’s cum.

“Awww, he got some on ya!” Her face was red, her blue eyes circled red and puffy. “Did ya like that baby?”

I nodded my affirmation and Eric grunted his, unsure which baby she was referring to. We both assumed it was us.

“Hunny, come lick me clean!” Her voice was shaky but commanding so I followed orders.

I positioned myself between her raised knees, my ass in the air between her and Eric. I started licking him out of her folds. His salty cum, had started to drip out of her. I lapped her clean before I bore my tongue inside her to finish the task.

When there was no more taste of him on her, I looked up to her through my eyelashes, from between her legs to see her smiling in euphoric satisfaction. I felt pleased with myself because of it, even though I did little to add to it. I was there, we had made a safe space for both of us to get what we wanted, together.

It was simultaneous, the sound of skin smacking skin and the fiery burn of my flesh! I yelped and my ass lit up with searing hot pain when Eric spanked me.

“Next time, I’m unloading in you boy!” His confidence was exaggerated even though I was the older of us.

I was speechless! Good and bad thoughts filled my brain while my ass cheek was still burning hot. Excitement and fear filled my thoughts. Later, I settled on excitement.