My Husband Cuckold Watches His Best Friend Fuck And Creampie In My Slutty Pussy

The Cuckold’s Cautionary Tale

“Honey, you look radiant today,” gushed Mark, admiring his wife’s shapely figure as she sauntered into the bedroom, clad in a sheer pink baby doll nightgown. His member twitched excitedly, but he knew better than to make a move; his wife, Janet, was only getting ready for their egg donor patient, David. The couple had been married for a decade, but their sex life had grown stale. With Mark’s low sperm count, they sought help from David – Janet’s best friend since childhood – to father their child. In return, Mark was to forfeit his conjugal rights for a year, allowing David full access to his wife’s luscious curves.

Janet wasted no time, positioning herself under David on the crisp white sheets, her ample breasts heaving. Mark watched from the corner, a silver tiara forcibly placed upon his head, marking him as the flaccid useless husband – a cuckold. David’s rigid shaft penetrated Janet’s glistening folds without preamble; she cried out in ecstasy as her friend pistoned into her heat. Mark fondled his grape-sized cock fitfully, tormented by jealousy and shame.

“Mmm, David, fuck me harder!” Janet moaned, raking her nails down David’s chiseled back. He gripped her hips with new fervor, his sack slapping against her caramel globes. Mark whimpered feebly; he grew smaller still as he witnessed Janet attain multiple orgasms atop David’s engorged pillar. His bitch in heat wife took each pound like a good cum dump, howling as thick laces of jizz painted her womb.

“Oh, fuck yes! I’m going to get pregnant!” Janet shrieked in bliss. David rutted atop her, emptying his aching balls for what felt like an eternity. Exhausted, he rolled off her fragrant form; Mark sidled up to his spent wife with a mouth-vibrator in hand, watching David’s seed drool out of her battered flower. “Clean up your mess, cuck,” snarled David, nodding at the quivering mass.

Mark gulped and flipped Janet over, spreading her asscheeks and lapping mincingly at her generous honeypot. His tongue flitted over David’s gooey essence, scooping out copious strands of semen into his eager mouth. The flavor of the other man’s spunk swirled over his taste buds, an acid wash carving away his pride. He swallowed greedily, downing the prick’s cum, as if it were ambrosia. David watched with a smug grin, flaccid member still leaking cream. Janet reached down to fondle her husband’s mousy dunce cap, giggling as it shriveled in her grasp.

“Enough,” barked David with authority. He scooped up Mark’s trembling form, carrying him to the ensuite bathroom and dumping him in the shower. “You fucking wuss. You’re not even worthy of cleaning my lover’s cunt. I’ll do it myself,” he snarled. Spinning the sprayer to icy blasts, he sent shockwaves through Mark’s scrawny body, cleaning off his semen-sheened skin until he shivered violently.

“Janet, my pussy is ready for your baby. Between my plump thighs you’ll pump me full of your potent sauce until my belly swells with your child!” Janet nodded eagerly, implying Mark’s skidmark would occur out the chute as soon as David expelled another hefty load in her. No sooner did the thought cross his mind, Mark witnessed David uterus him with another creamy coursing volley, with Janet squealing in rapture. It was too much; Mark puddled on the floor, tears cascading down his face in misplaced hope. Had he not done enough to prove his love to his wife? Would nothing besides his utter humiliation dispel her rage?

As David and Janet flew off to congeniality, Mark sobbed himself into a concupiscent stupor, jerking his miniscule cock with images of his wife’s sultry curves ensnared between David’s muscular thighs, the furious pound of David’s heavy cock. As his balls contracted, he thought he might channel these feverish fucks into a gush of seed, but was met with an impotent twitch and a clench. Even his cum would not eject.

The couple had taken everything from him in that instant, even his virility and identity. He was no longer a cuckold, but a pathetic wilting flower. He’d let his cock go to waste as his wife’s pussy wept for another man’s superior sperm. The tiara fluttered down from his somber brow, another fleeting symbol of his humiliation.

After several weeks of similar treatment, and countless gallons of David’s jism chaise lounge-ing in Janet’s fertile canal, a miracle occurred. David’s dense sperm had knocked her up in companionship; they would soon be blessed with a gestation! Mark remained bedridden for the duration of Janet’s pregnancy, submissively flouncing over imitation mummies to ensure his wife’s pleasure. Although his cocksleeve slave minority was a brief detour in his wife’s eye, their child’s existence muddied the waters. He loved it dearly, yet wondered if he would ever bury his own avid baby within her again.

Alas, Mark’s cuckold capital would only rise. His flaccid hump prolapsed, his perversity spectrum cease in thrall, for he loved Janet still. And as his society reform toured her pussylove well, he only pined for revisionist exaltation in their offspring’s creamy fate. One day, he hoped to help raise another David.