Куколд проиграл жену в карты и смотрит как её ебут в поезде

Title: “A Cuckold’s Humiliation: Lost in Cards, Found in Lust”

Mark shuffled the cards with a sweaty hand. He knew he was in over his head, but pride kept him playing. His wife Lisa sat across from him, her green eyes sparkling mischievously. The third player, a burly man named Viktor, leaned in with a wolfish grin. They were on a train, heading home from a trip. But this “innocent” card game was taking a dark, arousing turn.

“Last hand,” Lisa purred, seductively licking her lips. “Winners take all.”

Mark gulped. He could feel Viktor’s eyes undressing his wife. Lisa wore a tight, low-cut dress that accentuated her curves. She clearly enjoyed the attention.

The game began. Mark felt his heart pounding in his chest. He had told Lisa he loved her that morning. How could he lose her so easily?

“Jacks are wild!” Viktor barked. Mark’s pulse quickened. He had two pair. Not great, but not awful.

“I’ll see your pair,” Lisa cooed, laying down a flush. Mark’s blood ran cold.

“Read ’em and weep, cupcake,” Viktor laughed, chucking his pocket rockets on the table. A royal flush. Valiant, Lisa was his.

Lisa gulped. Realization dawned on her face. Viktor slowly reached out and took her hand, bringing it to his lips. “It’s all yours, buddy,” he said to a dazed, defeated Mark. “Wife’s going for a ride with me.”

Lisa stood, smoothing out her dress. She walked over to Mark, cupped his face, and kissed him deeply. He could taste the champagne on her breath. “I love you,” she whispered, before pulling away and following Viktor out the door.

Alone in the cabin, Mark’s mind raced. What would Viktor do with his wife? The thought made his cock twitch in his pants. He tried convincing himself he was worried, but deep down, he knew the truth. He was… excited.

He crept to the connecting train car, peering through the window. There was Lisa, her back pressed against the wall. Viktor towered over her, his hands. sliding up to squeeze her breasts. She leaned into his touch, head lolling back. Mark felt his member strain against his zipper.

Suddenly, Viktor spun Lisa around, pinning her to the wall. His hands fumbled with his belt. Mark’s breath caught in his throat. This was going too far!

But to his shock, he found himself palming his cock through his jeans. His heart raced as Viktor freed his massive, throbbing erection. Lisa moaned, slick coated her thighs. She wanted this.

Viktor lifted her dress, exposing her lace panties. He ripped them away, exposing her glistening sex. “Fucking whore wants it so bad,” he grunted before slamming into her.

Mark watched in disbelief as his wife was ravaged, impaled on Viktor’s impressive cock. She screamed his name over and over, each thrust pushing her closer to ecstasy. Mark stroked himself through his jeans, the illicit act only heightening his pleasure.

Soon, Lisa shuddered and shook, cumming hard on Viktor’s cock. He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. He kept fucking, pounding her pussy like a jackhammer.

Mark’s thumb swiped over his tip, collecting the precum. He imagined it was Lisa, her hot mouth swallowing him down. With a strangled groan, he came in his jeans, staining them with his seed.

He watched, entranced, as Viktor filled Lisa with his own load. She mewled and writhed, his cum leaking down her thighs. Mark’s spent cock twitched at the sight, yearning for her again already.

Viktor pulled out of her ravaged pussy, tucking himself away with a smug smirk. Lisa leaned on the wall, legs shaking. With one last lewd look back at Mark, Viktor swaggered out of the car, leaving his conquest slumped over.

Mark rushed to Lisa’s side, gathering her in his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder, a martyr’s smile on her face. “I did what I had to,” she whispered. “We needed the money.”

“What about me?” Mark asked shakily. “What if he wants you again?”

Lisa licked her lips, eyeing her husband. “Maybe you should start carrying condoms,” she purred, “and lube.”

Mark gulped, his cock already hardening again. What had he gotten himself into? But deep down, he knew. He was a cuckold. And he loved it.