My Cuckold Life

When I got home, I saw my wife’s car in the garage but no other car in the drive. I raced into the house only to find no one there. I immediately called my wife’s phone but only got the voicemail. What else could I do? I sat on the couch and waited. And waited.

After more than an hour I finally received a text from my Sue. All it said was, “We decided to stop off for a quiet drink, don’t wait up.”

Don’t wait up? Seriously? How was I supposed to sleep? After another hour I took a quick shower then lay in bed staring at my phone praying it would ring.

Finally at around 3 in the morning my phone pinged with a text. It was from Sue, thank goodness! Ok, it was from her phone anyway. The message said, “Hey little man, Suzi Q is taking a shower right now. We’ve had a few drinks so neither of us will be driving. Your sexy wife will be crashing at my place tonight so you might as well go to sleep. Don’t worry, I’ll keep taking good care of her for you. Do Not Message Back. Just look at this and jerk your little peepee, lol. G’night cucky boy.”

Attached was a photo of my wife. It was a close up pic of her face. In it, her eyes were closed, and her lips were wrapped around a thick, black cock. Fuck. Oh fuck.

I typed several responses to the message Albert had sent me using Sue’s phone but didn’t send any of them. I just sat there with tears in my eyes deleting each message instead of summoning up the courage to press send.

She’d done it. She had cuckolded me. I know it was a fantasy of mine and I know we’d talked about it at length, but the reality of it was like a punch in the stomach. My sweet, darling wife was at this moment in bed with a black man. And she had sucked his cock! She never sucked me. Never! She always said it was demeaning for women to allow a dirty penis in their mouth. But just look at her in that pic. She had the most contented and blissful look on her angelic face.

And to my great shame, that picture made my little dick begin to stiffen. Here I was, sitting in the marriage bed I shared with the love of my life, staring at a picture of her sucking another man’s cock, and I was getting hard. What kind of man does that? What sort of husband accepts such a situation? I should be racing to this man’s house to kick his ass and retrieve my wife. I should at the very least call her cell and lose my shit to her.

But instead, I started to rub my penis through my sweatpants. I stared at the picture of Sue’s infidelity and began to pleasure myself. I reached into my sweats and started to jerk my dick as I thought of the wet moaning sounds that had to have accompanied my wife’s blowjob.

And I came. It was so fast I didn’t even get into a proper rhythm. Three or four clumsy strokes and my half hard, tiny dick, squirted out a few shots of watery cum, then went soft again. Fuck, I am such a loser. I can’t even jack off properly. Sue needs that thick, black dick. She truly does. I have no right to get upset by these circumstances. No right whatsoever.

I didn’t even bother to wash my hands, just wiped my useless load on my sweats, rolled over and fell asleep to the feeling of a wet spot pressed against my thigh. My humiliation was so complete that my dreams were of my beautiful wife enjoying wild pleasures with another man while I sat nearby weeping at my incompetence. What fresh hell would the morning bring?