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The cuckold’s thundering heart was almost audible as he stood anxiously outside the bedroom door, trembling hands clasped together in anticipation and dread. Today was the day he had agreed to share his wife with another man, and the thought both terrified and excited him. He had never known such conflicting emotions as he did in this moment; a twist of arousal, humiliation, and possessive pride rolled into one complex package.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the dimly lit room, his eyes immediately drawn to the erotic spectacle before him. There, sprawled across the tangled mess of sheets, lay his wife, a goddess of ample curves and soft skin. She was clad only in a sheer lace teddy that left little to the imagination, her heavy breasts threatening to spill out of the delicate fabric with each heaving breath. Spread eagle between her creamy thighs knelt her lover, an imposing figure with a muscular build that practically radiated raw masculinity. He was summoning the weakness of her husband, slowly licking her dripping slit as if he were savoring a decadent dessert.

They both turned to look at him, the cuckold, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sight of their wicked smiles. “Look what I found while you were pussy footing around,” the lover purred, running his thick fingers through her delicate folds before bringing them to his lips to taste her arousal. “Sweet little cunt, ripe and ready for a real man’s cock.”

The cuckold felt his face flush with humiliation at the crude words, but he couldn’t deny the heat that was already building in his groin. “H-how long have you been…?” he stammered, unable to finish the question as his wife let out a low moan.

“Long enough to get her nice and wet,” the lover grinning wickedly. “She’s been squirting all over my face like the desperate slut she is. You couldn’t get her this worked up if you tried.”

The cuckold imagined his wife’s sweet nectar dripping down the other man’s chin and onto his manly chest, and his own cock began to strain painfully against his fly. “P-please…” he whimpered pathetically, “Don’t hurt her…”

The lover chuckled darkly. “Oh, I won’t hurt her, little cuckold. I’m going to fuck her so good she forgets your name.” And with that, he crawled up the bed to hover above her trembling body, his erect cock bobbing with each movement. The cuckold watched in awe and revulsion as the thick shaft disappeared between his wife’s slick thighs, Cherry’s eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she was filled completely.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away as the pair began to rut like wild animals, the slap of flesh on flesh ringing through the room along with their grunts and moans. His wife’s back arched off the bed, her full breasts bouncing with each thrust of his lover’s hips. “F-fuck… so big…” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist to take him even deeper.

The cuckold’s fists clenched at his sides as he watched his wife getting her brains fucked out by another man, his pathetic little dick threatening to burst in his pants. He longed to touch himself, to stroke his cock in time to the other man’s thrusts, but he didn’t dare. He was only allowed to watch, nothing more.

As if sensing his desire, the lover looked up at him with a wolfish grin. “Want a taste, little cuck?” he growled, gripping Cherry’s hips and flipping her over onto her hands and knees. The cuckold couldn’t believe his eyes as his wife presented her puffy, gaping pussy for him to see, thick strands of cum already beginning to leak out of her well-fucked hole.

He gulped audibly, his mouth watering at the sight of his wife’s thoroughly used cunt. “I-I don’t know if I can…” he stammered, but the lover was having none of it. He grabbed the cuckold by the hair and forced his face into the sweaty, musky folds, the taste of sex and cum exploding over his tongue.

“Lick it up, bitch,” the lover commanded, holding him in place as he cleaned their fluids from his wife’s spasming hole. The cuckold whimpered but obeyed, lapping at her entrance like a dog, trying to take as much of the other man’s load into his mouth as possible.

When his lover finally released him, the cuckold fell back onto the floor spent and humiliated. His clothes were darkened with his own cum, proof of how much he had enjoyed being used and degraded. He was a pathetic creature, craving the abuse and neglect of a real man.

As he lay there, panting and dazed, he caught sight of his wife and her lover, lazily stroking each other’s spent bodies and sharing soft kisses. A pang of jealousy shot through him, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of gratitude. They had given him the ultimate gift, the chance to fully embrace his place in their relationship. He was no longer just a husband, but a true cuckold, and he couldn’t be happier.