Being Cuckolded #5 The Big Day Part 3
By the time I had reached the top of the stairs, Bull and my wife were already in our bedroom. My wife was sitting on the bed, smiling up at him as he unzipped his pants. She briefly looked through a gap in his arm at me, trying to beckon me into the room, I quietly shook my head.
His pants dropped to the floor, I saw my wife's eyes drift down to his crotch and then widen. My gut twisted up inside, a strange feeling of humiliation and arousal. I chickened out and went into the spare bedroom, it was right next door.
I sat silently in the spare bedroom for the duration, afraid to watch my wife being taken. It was a futile attempt to deny the event happening, It was easy to hear and picture in my mind.
They spent time undressing each other, I could hear them kissing and some soft whispering. Then after a short while my wife suddenly moaned out loud, he was inside her. She swore loudly, "Ooh fuck!" he was too big and hurt, she whimpered trying to suppress the pain, as he worked his way in deeper. She swore again, she wasn't used to his size, I found myself looking at my tiny caged penis...feeling pathetic.
My wife told me later that he spent a while quietly grinding up inside her, trying to stretch her out. She had her teeth biting into the pillow, trying to take it for him. Slowly, as time went on, I began to hear the bed creaking, the wooden frame straining as he thrust in and out of my wife hard. It had been a long long time since our bed had made that sound.
Now if this was a fantasy, my wife would be cumming, unfortunately, the reality was he made her so sore she couldn't. He was so much bigger than me, he had to clear a path long forgotten and unused. After about half an hour, my wife quietly whispered into his ear she needed him to finish.
The bed creaked louder and louder as his thrusting became more urgent. I could hear the occasional moan from my wife, although it was a mixture of enjoyment and agony. Then, with a heavy grunt, he released deep inside her. That grunt was like a punch to the face, he was announcing his conquest of my wife, I'll never forget that sound.
The bed fell silent, I could imagine him settling onto my wife, relaxed and spent. Eventually I heard movement again, bull was getting dressed. They talked briefly, he kissed her and then he came into the spare room to see me.
He looked down at me sat on the spare bed, naked from the waist down before him, he had that ugly smug look again. "You should go be with your wife, she's hurting" he said, as if it was the most normal think ever. I saw his eyes glance down at my caged penis. "She's not used to a real man, it'll take a few goes to get her my size."
The way he said that...felt like he was kicking me in the balls. I felt tiny and pathetic. I nodded, trying not to appear offended by his comments. "You should thank me now" he said. I looked up into his eyes, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.
I wanted to tell him to piss off, to get out and never return...instead, I mumbled. "Thank you...sir" reluctantly. Bull shook his head "Thank me for what boy?" My teeth ground in my mouth as I blushed, I became aware my penis twitched at that word...boy. I just wanted him to leave, I knew what he wanted to hear so I just said it with a tiny voice. "Thank you for fucking my wife for me sir." He nodded and winked at me, apparently satisfied.
He left after that, telling me he would be back in two days to continue his work. I shuffled into our bedroom after he had gone, my wife was still wearing her stockings and suspenders. Her dress, bra and heels s**ttered across the floor. She was laying on her side, red faced and sweaty, briefly opening her eyes, she smiled at me and then closed them again. Her arms outstretched, I climbed onto the bed and held her close.
"Are you ok baby?" she asked me, pressing her flushed face into my neck and kissing me. "Yes...I think so, I feel strange". My wife moaned and laughed at the same time, her hand pressed into her belly as she sleepily looked up into my eyes. "I feel so sore." She said.
His pants dropped to the floor, I saw my wife's eyes drift down to his crotch and then widen. My gut twisted up inside, a strange feeling of humiliation and arousal. I chickened out and went into the spare bedroom, it was right next door.
I sat silently in the spare bedroom for the duration, afraid to watch my wife being taken. It was a futile attempt to deny the event happening, It was easy to hear and picture in my mind.
They spent time undressing each other, I could hear them kissing and some soft whispering. Then after a short while my wife suddenly moaned out loud, he was inside her. She swore loudly, "Ooh fuck!" he was too big and hurt, she whimpered trying to suppress the pain, as he worked his way in deeper. She swore again, she wasn't used to his size, I found myself looking at my tiny caged penis...feeling pathetic.
My wife told me later that he spent a while quietly grinding up inside her, trying to stretch her out. She had her teeth biting into the pillow, trying to take it for him. Slowly, as time went on, I began to hear the bed creaking, the wooden frame straining as he thrust in and out of my wife hard. It had been a long long time since our bed had made that sound.
Now if this was a fantasy, my wife would be cumming, unfortunately, the reality was he made her so sore she couldn't. He was so much bigger than me, he had to clear a path long forgotten and unused. After about half an hour, my wife quietly whispered into his ear she needed him to finish.
The bed creaked louder and louder as his thrusting became more urgent. I could hear the occasional moan from my wife, although it was a mixture of enjoyment and agony. Then, with a heavy grunt, he released deep inside her. That grunt was like a punch to the face, he was announcing his conquest of my wife, I'll never forget that sound.
The bed fell silent, I could imagine him settling onto my wife, relaxed and spent. Eventually I heard movement again, bull was getting dressed. They talked briefly, he kissed her and then he came into the spare room to see me.
He looked down at me sat on the spare bed, naked from the waist down before him, he had that ugly smug look again. "You should go be with your wife, she's hurting" he said, as if it was the most normal think ever. I saw his eyes glance down at my caged penis. "She's not used to a real man, it'll take a few goes to get her my size."
The way he said that...felt like he was kicking me in the balls. I felt tiny and pathetic. I nodded, trying not to appear offended by his comments. "You should thank me now" he said. I looked up into his eyes, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.
I wanted to tell him to piss off, to get out and never return...instead, I mumbled. "Thank you...sir" reluctantly. Bull shook his head "Thank me for what boy?" My teeth ground in my mouth as I blushed, I became aware my penis twitched at that word...boy. I just wanted him to leave, I knew what he wanted to hear so I just said it with a tiny voice. "Thank you for fucking my wife for me sir." He nodded and winked at me, apparently satisfied.
He left after that, telling me he would be back in two days to continue his work. I shuffled into our bedroom after he had gone, my wife was still wearing her stockings and suspenders. Her dress, bra and heels s**ttered across the floor. She was laying on her side, red faced and sweaty, briefly opening her eyes, she smiled at me and then closed them again. Her arms outstretched, I climbed onto the bed and held her close.
"Are you ok baby?" she asked me, pressing her flushed face into my neck and kissing me. "Yes...I think so, I feel strange". My wife moaned and laughed at the same time, her hand pressed into her belly as she sleepily looked up into my eyes. "I feel so sore." She said.
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