I love you but he has a bigger dick. Humiliation of Cuckold

The cuckold’s humiliation reached new heights the day he discovered his wife’s infidelity. It was a dark day indeed, one he would never forget. His wife, the love of his life, had been secretly fucking another man, a generous well-hung stud, behind his back for months.

It had all started innocently enough. A late night at the office, too many drinks, and a moment of weakness. But it quickly escalated into a full-blown affair, fueled by the addictive cocktail of taboo, excitement and forbidden pleasure. The affair continued secretly, meeting in hotel rooms, parking lots, secluded corners – anywhere they could get away with it.

But secrets have a way of coming out eventually. One day, the cuckold stumbled upon an incriminating video on his wife’s phone. His heart sank as he watched the grainy footage, seeing his wife engaged in passionate intercourse with another man. The video was explicit in its details – his wife moaning in ecstasy, her legs spread wide as she submitted herself fully to the stud’s thick cock.

As the cuckold watched, his humiliation turned to rage. He confronted his wife, demanding answers. She confessed it all – the affair, the videotaped encounters, the creampies pumped deep inside her hungry cunt. With each revelation, the cuckold’s pride deflated further, crushed beneath the weight of his wife’s infidelity.

But the real salt in the wound came when his wife revealed that her lover’s cock was far superior to his own. A monster of a dick, she claimed, that made his pathetic little pencil dick pale in comparison. She described in lurid detail how the stud’s massive shaft stretched her cunny in ways she had never experienced before, how it made her cum harder than she ever had.

The cuckold was broken, his confidence shattered. He could no longer look at himself in the mirror without feeling a sense of inadequacy and shame. His wife’s humiliating revelations echoed in his mind, tormenting him day and night.

But even in his lowest moment, the cuckold couldn’t help but imagine the scene as it unfolded. His wife, naked and vulnerable, eagerly submitting herself to the stud’s dominant touch. The wet squelch of his wife’s swollen pussy lips being split apart, swallowed up by the generous girth of that big black cock. The taste of his wife’s own juices combined with the musky scent of the stud’s manhood.

He pictured his wife bucked down in doggy-style, her plump ass presented like a bitch in heat. The obscene sight of the stud’s hips slamming into her, the lewd smack of flesh on flesh rattling the hotel room. The debased look of desperation and bliss on his wife’s face as the stud railed her mercilessly, her orgasm clenching and fluttering around that mighty shaft.

And then the grand finale – seeing that thick slab of dick pulsing and swelling within his wife’s unprotected cunt. The fat helmet pushing against her cervix, ropes of virile seed flooding her innermost depths. His cuckolded wife, pregnant with another man’s baby – if she wasn’t already, from all the creampies she had taken.

The cuckold was consumed by a strange feeling – a mingling of humiliation and masochistic arousal. His balls ached with a familiar heat and his member stiffened awkwardly against his pants. He found himself stroking his insignificant cock to the thought of his wife’s infidelity.

And so the cuckold is now forever trapped in this dark and perverse cycle – his wife and her stud cock parade him around, humiliating him toy they please with his inadequacies. He’s forbidden from cumming until he has tasted his wife’s sloppy cunt post-coitus, something she gleefully grinds in his face. The debasing cleanup ritual of the cuckold – made to nurse his wife’s sticky Mixed cum for days, enduring a tortured erection.

Through it all, his shame has only grown, conducting his life in secrecy. He’s a pathetic, busted cuck, driven into the shadows by the cuckold lifestyle imposed on him. Yet at the same time, his arousal has never been higher.

His cock still swells with the thought of his wife’s stretched conjure, glazed and gaping. Her soaking juices drooling out, threatening to drip onto his tongue. He needs it, craves it, like a dog begging for scraps.

His limited dick will never compare, so he has no option but to live under the boot of his wife’s lover. A thoroughly broken cuckold, the twisted desires of his mind massacre at the mercy of the superior genes plowing his wife.

Even if he managed to escape this misguided lifestyle, his memories would forever haunt him. The way his wife squealed and shuddered as a much stronger man filled her up. That big dick has decimated all of his illusions, reducing him to a hopeless cuck.

So now the cuckold lives his life in shame, relegated to the shadows of his wife’s sexual exploits. A faithful wet dog, catching the scraps that fall from the loftiest of cocks.

And yet, even as he wallows in his own pit of despair, he can’t help but feel a twisted sense of arousal. The knowledge that his wife is being filled with virile seed both thrills and terrifies him. He’s permanent the prison of his own lust, forever chained to the memory of that better man’s cock