Sarah Feeds Cum to Her Cuckold

I never thought I'd be the kind of guy spilling his guts like this, confessing the most humiliating night of my life to anyone who'll listen. But here I am, Mark, a 35-year-old accountant with a safe job, a modest house in the suburbs, and a wife who's turned our stale marriage into her personal playground of depravity. Lisa and I have been together for eight years now—married for six—and for the last couple of years, things in the bedroom have been... lackluster. My dick? It's average at best, maybe five inches on a good day, and Lisa's always been vocal about wanting more. At first, it was playful teasing: "Come on, Marky, give it a little thrust!" But it escalated. She started talking about her coworker Jake during pillow talk, describing how she caught glimpses of his bulge in the office, how the other women whispered about it. "God, imagine that monster stretching me out," she'd moan while I pumped away futilely inside her.

I should've been mad, but fuck, it made me hard. Rock hard. The shame twisted into this sick arousal I couldn't shake. We'd role-play it—me pretending to be the cuck, her the hotwife—but she pushed for real. "I need it, baby," she'd whisper, grinding on my lap. "Just once. You watch. It'll spice us up." I resisted at first, but she wore me down with her confidence, her killer body—curvy hips, D-cup tits, long auburn hair—and that dominant gleam in her green eyes. Last week, she made me agree: tonight, in our bedroom, Jake comes over. I sit tied to the chair, watch her fuck him. Consensual cuckolding, she called it. Our new kink. My small-dicked humiliation already had me leaking pre-cum just thinking about it, dread pooling in my gut like hot lead. Part of me hoped she'd chicken out. Deep down, I knew she wouldn't.

The doorbell rang at exactly 8 PM. My heart hammered as I let Jake in. He's 6'3", built like a linebacker from the gym, with a cocky grin and dark stubble. Lisa sauntered down the stairs in a sheer black robe that barely hid her lacy red lingerie, her nipples already poking through. "Hey, big boy," she purred, kissing him deep right there in the foyer while I stood frozen. She grabbed his hand and led him up, glancing back at me with a wicked smile. "Bedroom, cucky. Chair's ready."

That's how we started this twisted game—my idea, tying myself to the wooden chair in the corner of our king-sized marital bed. Soft ropes around my wrists and ankles, loose enough to escape if I panicked, but tight enough to make me feel trapped. I stripped to my boxers as instructed, my pathetic five-incher already tenting the fabric. Lisa made me show it to her before tying the knots. "Aww, look at that little guy," she'd cooed, flicking it. "Jake's gonna ruin me for you forever tonight." Now, as they entered, the air thick with her perfume and his musky cologne, my cock throbbed painfully against the restraints.

Lisa paraded Jake in like a prize stallion, her robe slipping off one shoulder to reveal the swell of her breast. She pushed him onto the bed—our bed, with the sheets we picked out together—and turned to me, eyes gleaming. "See this, Mark? Your replacement." She untied her robe fully, letting it pool at her feet. The red lace bra and thong hugged her curves perfectly, her ass cheeks spilling out invitingly. Jake lounged back, smirking at me as he unzipped his jeans. Lisa sauntered over, hips swaying, and yanked my boxers down. My dick sprang free, hard and twitching, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. "Pathetic," she laughed, stroking it once roughly. "Look at this sad little erection. You're hard already, aren't you? Just from knowing he's gonna fuck me better than you ever could."

I whimpered, nodding, my face burning. "Yes, Lisa... please..."

She tied the last knot tighter, then turned to Jake. "Show him, stud." Jake shoved his jeans and boxers down, and holy shit—his cock flopped out, thick as my wrist, veined and heavy, easily nine inches soft and growing. It throbbed to life as Lisa knelt between his legs, her hands wrapping around it—barely. "Fuck, it's huge," she moaned, pumping it slowly. It swelled to full mast, a monstrous ten-inch beast, the head purple and angry, pre-cum oozing from the slit. She leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap it up. "Mmm, tastes better than yours already."

My own cock jerked helplessly, untouched, as she worshipped him. Lisa's lips stretched wide around the head, sucking greedily, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed. Slurping sounds filled the room, wet and obscene. She popped off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her mouth to his shaft. "God, Mark, feel how thick this is? It'll split me open." She stroked him faster, twisting her hand, while staring right at me. "You hear that, cucky? I'll never be satisfied by your tiny prick again. This is what a real man's cock looks like." Jake groaned, his hips bucking, hand fisting her hair. She deepthroated him—or tried—gagging as half vanished down her throat, tears smearing her mascara. "Glurk... fuck... so big," she gasped, pulling off to slap it against her tits, popping them free from the bra. Her nipples were diamond-hard, begging for attention.

I was breaking, arousal and shame crashing over me like waves. My dick leaked steadily now, a wet spot forming on the floor beneath the chair. "Lisa... oh god..." I whined.

She grinned, cruel and beautiful. "Aww, poor baby. Tied up with your baby dick dripping while I suck my lover's superior cock. You love it, don't you? Say it."

"I love it!" I gasped, voice cracking. She laughed, diving back down, throat-fucking herself on him until spit dripped onto his balls. Jake's eyes locked on mine, smirking. "She's mine now, little man."

Jake's words hit me like a slap, my cock jumping in helpless agreement as Lisa pulled off his massive shaft with a wet pop, strings of spit dangling from her chin. She stood up, peeling off the thong and tossing it onto my lap so the soaked crotch pressed against my throbbing dick. "Smell that, cucky? That's pure pussy ready for real cock." Then she climbed onto the bed, straddling Jake's hips, her dripping slit hovering over that purple-headed monster. She reached down, rubbing the fat tip up and down her folds, coating him in her juices while locking eyes with me. "Watch every inch stretch me, Mark. This is what I've been craving."

She sank down slowly, gasping as the head popped inside, her pussy lips stretching obscenely around the girth. "Fuck... so thick... oh god, bigger than anything you've ever given me." Inch by inch she took him, her belly bulging faintly from the depth, until her ass cheeks slapped against his balls and she was fully impaled. Jake groaned, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. Lisa started bouncing, slow at first, then harder, her D-cups bouncing free, nipples stiff. Wet squelching filled the room as her cunt stretched and gripped him. "Yes! Pound me! Ruin this married pussy!"

I strained against the ropes, my five-incher leaking a steady stream onto the floor, balls aching. Lisa leaned forward, planting her hands on Jake's chest, grinding her clit against his base while she slammed down. "Look at him, Jake. My pathetic husband hard as a rock watching you own me. Tell him how tight I am."

"Like a fucking vice," Jake grunted, thrusting up to meet her. "Squeezing every vein. You're never going back to that pencil dick."

Lisa laughed breathlessly, turning her head to sneer at me. "Hear that, baby? Forever ruined. Your little prick won't even touch the sides after this. I'm his slut now." She rode faster, ass cheeks rippling with every drop, her juices coating Jake's shaft and dripping down onto the sheets—our sheets. Sweat glistened on her skin, auburn hair sticking to her face. She reached back, spreading her cheeks so I could see his cock vanishing into her stretched hole, the rim pink and gripping. "You love watching your wife get railed by a real man, don't you? Admit it while you drip like a loser."

"I love it," I choked out, voice raw. "Fuck her... take her..."

"That's right, cucky." She slammed down harder, moaning loud enough for the neighbors. Jake sat up, sucking one nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make her cry out in pleasure. His hands spanked her ass, leaving red prints as he fucked up into her with long, powerful strokes. The bed creaked violently. Lisa's eyes rolled back, her orgasm building—I knew that look, the way her thighs trembled. "I'm cumming on his cock! Not yours! Never yours again!" She shattered, screaming, pussy convulsing in visible waves around his thick shaft, squirting a little onto his abs. Jake didn't stop, pounding her through it until she was a trembling mess, still impaled.

He flipped her onto her back without pulling out, folding her legs back so her knees nearly touched her ears. Then he hammered into her missionary, balls slapping wetly, that ten-inch beast burying deep enough to make her belly twitch. Lisa clawed his back, heels digging into his ass. "Breed me, stud! Fill your whore wife! Make him watch you pump me full!"

Jake's rhythm turned brutal, sweat dripping onto her tits. "Gonna flood this cunt," he growled. Lisa locked eyes with me again, smirking through her moans. "Open wide when he pulls out, Marky. You're going to clean every drop like the good little cuck you are. Taste how a real man claims me."

I nodded frantically, cock so hard it hurt, pre-cum pooling under the chair. Jake roared, slamming deep one last time, hips jerking as he unloaded. Lisa gasped, feeling the hot spurts paint her insides. "Yes—fill me! So much cum!" He kept thrusting shallowly, milking himself, until he finally pulled free with a wet schlick. A thick rope of white cream immediately oozed from her gaping, red-stretched pussy, sliding down her crack onto the mattress.

Lisa sat up quickly, scooping the overflowing load with two fingers—Jake's thick, pearly cum mixed with her juices. She crawled off the bed on all fours toward me, dangling those cum-coated fingers in front of my face. "Open. Feed time for the cuck." I parted my lips obediently. She shoved them in deep, making me suck. The salty-bitter taste flooded my tongue, heavy and musky. "Swallow it all. That's the load that just destroyed my pussy for you. Mmm, more where that came from."

She scooped another messy glob straight from her dripping cunt and forced it past my lips, laughing as I gagged and swallowed. Jake stood beside her, still half-hard, watching with that cocky grin while he stroked the last dribbles onto her palm. Lisa smeared it across my mouth and chin like lipstick. "Lick it clean, loser. Every bit of his superior cum." I did, tongue working desperately, my own neglected cock pulsing. She reached down and flicked my tip once. "Aww, still hard and leaking after seeing that? You don't get to cum. Not tonight. Maybe never again without begging."

Jake pulled his jeans up, zipping casually. Lisa kissed him deep one more time, letting him taste his own cum on her tongue from feeding me. "Same time next week, big boy? Bring a friend if you want. Mark will be tied and ready." He smirked at me over her shoulder. "Count on it."

After he left, Lisa untied me slowly, her pussy still leaking white streaks down her thighs. She pushed me onto the bed beside the wet spot and straddled my face. "Clean the rest of his cream pie, husband. Get every drop out of me so I can sleep." I licked greedily, tasting Jake thick on her stretched walls, while she ground down and mocked me softly until I was sobbing with need and shame. My cock stayed untouched, aching purple. She finally rolled off, curling against me with a satisfied sigh. "We're never going back, Mark. This is us now. And you fucking love it." I held her, tasting cum on my breath, knowing she was right—ruined and harder than I'd ever been.