My friend got dressed and left our house. I headed to the bedroom only to find my woman lying on the bed on her back, spread wide open, and masturbating violently her recently used womanhood with her eyes closed.
"Get near me!" she commanded.
I lied to the bed next to her and looked at her. She was so nice and sexy.
"Don't just sit there you fucking slut! Eat me!"
"But you are dirty, filled with cum!" I exclaimed.
She stopped masturbating and looked at me straight in my left eye...
"Precisely...! And since you will soon be eating lots of it, like a true slut you are, its time you got used to it!"
"But why are you doing this to us?" I uttered in agony.
"I am doing nothing to us. You did this to us! You! You fucking little cheater-faggot-slut! You, that faggot-friend of yours and his fat assed whore-wife!"
"I think that you got even with me! Wasn't it enough fucking him in front of me? Wasn't it enough making me to help him fuck my wife? Wasn't it enough making me watch you fuck yourself with another man?"
"You got it so wrong! It will just never be enough! You ruined our relationship, and since I found out that you are a slut, you will be getting what you deserve or else..."
"Or else..?"
"Or else, I will be getting a divorce for the obvious reasons and everyone on earth will find out what a fucking slut you are...and how you had your friend fuck me in front of your eyes and not only you didn't even complain, you actually helped him out with your slut ass..."
"I am really sorry...I really am..."
"Too late now for this now... Arrange your dick and balls in your string properly and get that sissy ass of yours right here..." she shouted pointing at her wet pussy...
Thick drops of cum were slowly dripping out of her slit... A freshly bred pussy... It seemed rather disgusting in looks that moment, but I obeyed and lowered my face between her legs. I stuck my tongue out and she spread her pussy lips apart with the fingers of her left hand while she pulled my head down roughly with her right hand.
I was soon dipped completely into her dirty pussy licking and tasting the strange combination of our fluids, smelling the muskiness of her freshly-used womanhood. After the first taste, the mixture of her love juices with the semen, felt almost natural to me and I started licking and sucking, swallowing and gulping down my throat every single drop she managed to squeeze out of her with small but loud pussy-farts.
"Yeah baby" she moaned...
"See it wasn't that bad! Eat what you have made me eat all those years... Get used to it because soon you will be getting a daily supplement of other men's cum from there!" she continued getting mean.
I ate and ate until she ordered me to stop with a loud slap on my face.
"Is there anything I can do, to just let this go?" I asked in agony
"Yes, there is!" she said.
"What?"
"You can start by helping me out, like a loyal servant, to fuck... To fuck other men...Real men, not fags like you..."
She got up and ordered me:
"Now take a shower and get dressed for me, like I used to for you when I was in love with you..."
She opened her drawer and pulled out a pair of black stockings, a white thong, and a red mini dress and laid them down on the bed for me to wear.
"From now on this is how you will be dressed in our house...like a slut...Now I am going shopping...clothes and shoes I think... and maybe a proper dick...we shall see..." she exclaimed.
"You should be ready when I get back... or else..." she continued...
Then she got dressed casually as if nothing was wrong and left in a hurry.
I got to the bathroom and burst in tears. I was going to really pay the favor I did to my friend. I had become a cuckold slut, and I was going to be the greatest cuckold slut of all in order to keep my wife from divorcing me and ruining my life...
After about an hour of crying like a little girl, I got up, trying to pull myself together. There was no point in crying. What was done was done. And the sooner I realized that the better. I had to take a decision. Would I accept my new cuckold humiliating reality or would I ruin my relationship and social life? I had lost my wife for sure, now I had to decide what else I was willing to loose...my social dignity or my private dignity...?
The noise of the door bell ringing interrupted my thoughts...
to be continued...
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Jim.