Le hago cornudo y le hago mamar polla de corneador

Title: “Surrendering to Shame: A Cuckold’s Journey”

The bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and the musky scent of forbidden desires. Lying on the bed, hands bound and blindfolded, was Marco. His heart raced as he heard the click of high heels approaching, the jingle of a belt. The door opened, and in walked his wife, Sofia, followed by a tall, muscular stranger.

“Hola, amor,” Sofia purred, tracing a finger down Marco’s cheek. He flinched at her touch, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through his veins. “I’ve brought a friend to join us tonight.”

The stranger clicked his tongue, circling the bed. “Vaya, vaya,” he cooed, “Look at you, all tied up. Such a pathetic sight.”

Marco’s cheeks flushed with humiliation, his cock twitching despite the shame. He knew this game well – Sofia loved to tease him, loved to watch him squirm as she took pleasure from other men. It was part of their arrangement, an agreement reached when their sex life began to stagnate. Marco was happy to knuckle under, to watch his beautiful wife as she was pleased, as long as he could be a part of it.

The stranger, whom Marco knew to be called Javier, climbed onto the bed. Marco could feel his weight shifting the mattress, could smell the man’s cologne – something spicy and masculine. “What’s wrong, little man?” Javier mocked, running his fingers through Marco’s hair. “Jealous to see my cock in your wife’s cunt?”

Marco shuddered, his cheeks burning. He wanted to deny it, but the truth was, a part of him was jealous. Jealous of Javier’s virility, envious of the pleasure he would bring to Sofia. But there was also a thrill in the humility, a dark, twisted excitement in his submissive position.

“Sí,” Marco whispered, his voice trembling. “Lo siento.”

Sofia chuckled, caressing Javier’s arms as he positioned himself over her. “Of course he’s jealous, papi. That’s why he gets so hard.” She raised her skirt, revealing the absence of panties underneath. “Go on, show him how a real man fucks.”

Javier didn’t need to be told twice. With a growl, he thrust into Sofia, making her cry out in pleasure. Marco lay still, listening to their moans, his cock straining against his pants. He could hear the wet sounds of Javier’s thrusts, Sofia’s cries of ecstasy. It was humiliating, demeaning, but inexplicably arousing.

After a while, Sofia pulled away, breathless. “Mmm, ahora tu,” she gasped, turning to Marco. “Ven aquí.”

Marco hesitated, his heart pounding. This was a new part of their game, one that tested even his limits as a cuckold. But as Sofia’s eyes locked onto his, he knew he was powerless to resist.

Slowly, he rolled over, his face inches from Javier’s thick, throbbing cock. The musky scent was overpowering, the sight of the man’s spendings on Sofia’s thighs obscene. “Te gusta?” Javier taunted, running his shaft across Marco’s lips.

Unable to speak, Marco nodded, opening his mouth. Javier wasted no time, thrusting into the warm cavern of Marco’s mouth. The taste of Sofia’s juices mixed with Javier’s precum was overwhelming, gagging Marco as he struggled to breathe.

Sofia watched, her eyes wide with lust, one hand between her own thighs. ” Seele bien, mi amor,” she purped, fingering herself. “Hazlo bien.”

Marco complied, sucking hard on Javier’s cock. He could feel the ridges, the veins, could predict where the salty precum would burst onto his tongue. It was degrading, humbling, but as Javier moaned and Sofia cried out, a strange sense of pride took root within him. He was pleasing her, giving her the pleasure she so desired, even through servicing another.

As Javier approached his climax, he grabbed Marco’s hair, forcing his cock deeper. “Aquí esta,” he grunted, thrusting into Marco’s throat. “Traga todo.”

Marco had no choice but to swallow, tightening his throat around Javier’s cock. The first spurt hit the back of his throat, bitter and thick, making him gag. But he held onto it, gulping and choking, until Javier finally pulled away, his softening cock glistening with saliva.

“Bravo,” Sofia purred, out of breath. She crawled to Marco, kissing him deeply. “Te amo, mi cornudo.”

Marco returned the kiss, tasting Javier on his tongue. Despite the humiliation, the shame, he felt a sense of satisfaction. He had pleased Sofia, had given her the pleasure she deserved. And in doing so, he had also been pleasured, the taboo nature of the act sending waves of ecstasy through his body.

As Sofia untied him and they lay together, Marco knew that this was an arrangement he could never give up. The humiliation, the degradation, the pure, unadulterated shame – it was a forbidden fruit that he couldn’t help but crave. And as long as Sofia was willing to let him taste it, he would gladly kneel and surrender himself to her every whim.