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ruthless-lust:

Testify!

“I can’t!” you whisper frantically.

“Do it!” she hisses. “Or else I’ll send your brother an invitation to the next little party. You know how he always flirts with me. I’m sure he’d fuck me whether or not you begged.”

Feeling ashamed and defeated, you just nod and take her offered hand. You lead her into the living room, among all your guests, friends and coworkers and a few of her exes. There are gasps and hushed murmurs as they see what she’s wearing…or isn’t. One or two actually wolf whistle. “Looking hot, Lily! Pants are a tool of the patriarchy. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise,” jokes your stupid supervisor Tim.

You get down on one knee and begin reciting the lines she gave you. Lots of folks “awww” prematurely. It’s not quite what they expect. “My dearest Lily, you have been my faithful wife and companion for two years now. You have been by my side in sickness and health. We have gathered everyone here on our two year anniversary to witness our love and devotion. So I have only one question.” Many more people gasp and emit “awww”s. “Lily, will you do me the grave dishonor of…” you choke back some tears “of, b-breaking your vows of fidelity. Of defiling our marriage and our marital bed. Of giving over your special love to whoever should ask it of you? T-t…take this wedding band from my finger,” you hold up your hand, “and place it on whomsoever should desire you. Promise to faithfully honor and obey them, so long as they wear this sign of my love. So long as they choose to defile our love with base desire.” You’re crying freely now. The crowd is hushed and confused.

Lily takes your hand and leans down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “Shh, baby, you did so well. You’re a good cuck,” she whispers to you. Then she slides off your wedding band and holds it up gleefully to the room. “I accept!”

No one knows what to do. But slowly a few of the men start to applaud and then whistle. Eventually everyone else joins in, though many don’t seem to be sure why. 

“Our dear friends, colleagues, former lovers” she winks at her ex, “you have witnessed the defiling of a marriage today but not its dissolution. I will heap every shame upon my dear husband by offering my obedience to any who chooses me. To those of you who disapprove and are disgusted, feel free to leave and tell everyone of the outrage you have seen here. I only ask that you remember it was my husband who begged for this. Please treat him with the contempt and ridicule he deserves. To those others of you…please step forward and claim this ring.”

ruthless-lust:

Who Done it?

The paranoia ate at you for weeks. You couldn’t relax around any of them. Was Brent mocking you? Was Alex smiling too much? Was your wife Lily flirting with Dominic? 

Late one sleepless night you broke down and sent an email to all of them: “Which one of you assholes fucked my wife?! She said it was one of you, so don’t try to deny it!”

…turns out none of them had. She’d just been teasing you with a hot fantasy. You were so ashamed. And they wouldn’t let you live it down. 

“Hey Lily, do you want to fuck again?” Dominic would joke. 

“Oh, yes, baby! I can’t wait, though. Fuck me in his bed while he’s out here playing Dominion with his friends.” Then she’d pull him away to your bedroom and make loud, fake sex sounds. “Yes, yes! I love your gigantic cock, Dom! It’s so much bigger and better than my husband’s! Fill me with your potent seed!” Then they’d stumble out, laughing uproariously.

This went on a for a long time. The joke never got old to them. Each of your friends took turns, sometimes leaving en masse to stage an audio orgy for your benefit. 

You were so humiliated. They mocked your touchy, jealous nature. They loved how red-faced and upset you’d get. When you demanded they stop, they’d just laugh and tell you to learn to take a joke. Or tell tell you if you stopped being so irrationally jealous, the game wouldn’t be fun anymore and they’d quit. Sometimes they’d just tease you with a line like, “I’m sorry friendo, but now that Lily’s had my big strap-on cock in her, she just can’t live without weekly poundings.” Lily nodded solemnly. “Alex is right. They’ve ruined me for other men and nonbinary folk, baby.”

Eventually you did grow used to their provocations and stopped getting so jealous and riled up…So they upped the ante. Lily would wear sexier outfits on game nights and ask your friends how she looked. “Is this enough cleavage to entice you to betray your best friend and fuck his wife in his own house, Brent?” Brent smiled deviously, “To betray that loser? I’d fuck you in a burlap sack on his mother’s casket.” Jesus! 

But it was the subtle things that really made you mad, though you were now determined not to let them win by showing it. She’d hug each of them for just a little longer than usual and wink at you over their shoulder. She’d put her arm around one of their waists and lean into them companionably, looking comfortable and daring you with her eyes to say something. Sometimes she’d even hold hands with one or two while you were out in public.”I’m so happy my husband’s jealously has brought us all closer,” Lily noted serenely. You seethed but you wouldn’t give in. When Lily started kissing your friends right on the lips, little pecks to say hello or goodbye, you broke and stormed out of the room. They all cheered and laughed. “I kiss my Dad harder than that!” Lily yelled after you, giggling.

One night Lily plopped down into Dominic’s lap while you all watched a film, wrapping her arms around his neck. This was new. She began loudly declaiming his beauty and heroic fucking feats. “My most handsome lover, remember when you smashed this puss so hard it dislocated my hip?” Oh very funny. He took the ball and ran with it. “Remember when you sucked my massive cock so deep into your throat that you passed out from lack of oxygen?” Lily giggled, “actually my head’s a little foggy about that memory, babe. Lack of oxygen will do that.” Dom continued, “but I didn’t want to waste my erection so I pulled down your waistband and jizzed into your panties.” Gross. Surely she was offput by that one? Nope. If anything she seemed more into it. “Fuck! Umm, wow, that’s one way to get a girl wet, you naughty boy. I must have…yes, I remember! I woke up and felt so used and degraded that I fucked you immediately. I came three times, crying out that I was your whore.” 

You were getting red-faced and antsy. You really didn’t like how she’d begun grinding her ass into Dominic’s lap while performing this little scene. They were definitely taking the joke too far. “Mmm, I can feel you remembering it, too, Dom. You really are, uhhhh, big…bigger than my husband. Wow. Um, hey, I really need, ummm…Please! Take me on my desecrated marital bed again!” Then they scampered off to the bedroom. Sheesh! Their acting was getting too good…More time than usual passed, in quiet. When you did hear them eventually their cries didn’t sound quite as comical, either…

Everyone looked around awkwardly, not quite making eye contact. Brent tried to hide his erection with a pillow. Alex fidgeted, adjusting themselves too much. After a while Dom strode back in. He laughed but it sounded forced and unnatural. “Haha, sure showed that slut. Ummm, ha, yeah. Lily said to tag in Alex and Brent next. She wants you to double-team her, heh.” They got up slowly, looked at each other sheepishly, then rushed out. You had the largest pit in your stomach you’d ever felt. Was this…real? “Heh heh, umm, relax man! It’s just a joke…” Then Dom lapsed into silence for minutes, “I can’t believe you don’t have condoms, man. Shit! I mean-”

takingyourwifesisterdaughtermom:

Your neighbour put his pants back on and patted your head on his way out..

“Thanks for letting me use your daughter cuck.. She has a tight little cunt just like your wife!”

It was your fault. All your fault.

“What, are you hoping to get on Teen Mom?” you had snidely remarked to your sweet daughter when she proudly showed off the new bellybutton piercing. Her shirt was lifted up to display the dangling black gem on her smooth stomach. Her impressive breasts peaked dangerously below the uplifted fabric. She’d just gotten the piercing at the mall with your wife. You instantly regretted your words but it was too late to take it back. Her glowing face fell into dismay and then lit up with rage

“Fuck you! Fuck you, Dad! Mom says men like like a little jewelry in cute, unexpected places. I thought you’d like it. But instead you act like this. I guess she’s right. I defended you, you know?! God, I really did. But no, I guess she’s right; you’re not a real man!”

“I didn’t mean- It came out wrong, I just-” you fumbled out.

It wasn’t about her. You were so stressed since her mom got angry at you and had been giving you the cold shoulder for months since. 

“That’s not even an apology! You really are a fucking sissy! Mommy told me.”

Things had looked up when your wife started making lunch dates with you. Reconciliation seemed possible, inevitable even. …That was before this asshole at your work – Davide – started flirting blatantly with her whenever she came by. Before she started flirting back…With this jerk, the one who had beat you out for the promotion. The one who your wife had complained about for months after he came onto her at a staff holiday party and groped her ass. Yet now she couldn’t get enough of this sexist womanizer and his domineering attitude. 

“I’m sorry! Shit. Your words hurt, too, you know?” you responded, tearing up a little. You couldn’t believe your wife had said these things to her daughter.

“Oh, poor baby. Baby’s little fee-fees are hurt are they? God. You’re such a crybaby. Of course a wimp like you would slut-shame your daughter. You have no power anymore so you lash out. Mom told me she stopped fucking you months ago, Daddy.”

Their flirtations had started eating into more and more of your lunch ‘dates’. Eventually you didn’t have time to go out so she brought in lunches. He’d asked where his was and she offered him half her sandwich and half of yours. ‘A big strong man like you needs more,’ she’d cooed. From then on she brought three lunches. One day she brought a meal she knew you were allergic to. ‘I know, Sweetie, but it’s his favorite and I never get to have it either. You can go out, right?’

“She told you that?” You were really tearing up now.

“Yeah, you pathetic baby! Maybe I am a slut but at least I can get some.”

You’d gone out for lunch, a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. When you came back you found them still in the break-room. She had her legs draped over his lap and was spooning the last bits of the meal into his mouth. She popped the same spoon into her mouth, savoring the dregs and saliva he’d left behind and emitting a satisfied little moan.

“I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry! I’m just stressed because of Mom. You’re not a slut, Sweetie.”

“Too little, too late, you worm! I’m proud to be a slut! I want to be one. Just like Mommy!”

‘Davide’s invited us to his place for drinks  and games. Isn’t that nice, my darling husband?’ You could hear cruel irony in the way she said ‘darling husband’ but what could you do? The party was a small gathering of adult friends, both from work and outside. You all got drunk. Somehow they all seemed to be funneling the most drinks into you, though. And you could swear Davide’s manager, your ‘big boss’, purposefully held you up when Davide asked your wife to help him with something in the kitchen. You were almost too drunk to tell, but you were pretty sure the kitchen wasn’t upstairs…

You woke with a start, still in your rival’s living room, early morning sun streaming through blinds. Your wife was nowhere to be seen. Heard, though, definitely. You’d recognize those cries of ecstasy from anywhere. She used to make them with you. Used to. Half an hour later she emerged from upstairs, dressed only in the classic over-sized men’s button up shirt. It wasn’t yours.

‘Davide and I decided it was best to let you sleep it off, darling hubby. There wasn’t much more room on the couch so he let me sleep in his bed. Such a nice man. I don’t know why I used to complain about him so much. Guess I was just being a cranky bitch from lack of sex, y’know? Hehehe. Of course you know. Now make us all some breakfast will you? The kitchen’s right down the hall.’ Order issued, she she re-ascended the stairs. Soon you heard more loud thumping and cries, while you prepared coffee and eggs for three.

“Mommy told me she’s been cheating on you! What did she call it? Cuck-colding? I felt so bad for you. I yelled at her. It’s not right, I screamed. He’s a good man. Daddy’s even kinda hot, I said. She just laughed. I was furious, you know? If she wouldn’t show you affection, I would, I thought. What a silly bitch I was. I’ll have to apologize. Now I can see what she sees in you. I tried to show my body off to you. I offered up a peak of what I wanted to give you. And what do I get? Ridiculed by a pathetic, insecure cuck-cold.”

“Baby. No. I’m sorry. But you can’t talk like that. I mean, I’m flattered. It’s been so long since anyone wanted me. Especially someone so young and beautiful. Um. But no, it’s wrong.”

“God, you disgusting wimp! You’re not worthy of this. That’s why it’s wrong. You deserve nothing but humiliation. I need a real man to begin my slut journey with.”

“Darling, no, don’t say that. Your Mom is just angry and she’s…experimenting. We’ll work through it one way or another. But don’t think you need to offer up your body because of what happened. You’re a good girl.”

“Hehehehe. Good girls honor and obey their fathers. And I would have, believe me. I’m a very, very good girl. But you’re a worthless Daddy. This good girl needs to find a real Daddy to honor and obey. Mmmm. I’m going to take what you could have had and make you suffer with it. I’m going to walk around in the sluttiest outfits and never let you touch me, you maggot. I’m going to setup shop right here in your house and march a line of men between my legs. And you’ll be too pathetic to stop me, won’t you, Daddy? Mmmm, god, it’s delicious.”

You were too overwhelmed. You realized she was totally right. You were a spineless cuckold. You hung your head.

“You won’t dare tell Mommy, either, will you? No, you’re too ashamed. I think I want to keep my slut mission from her for a bit. I want to follow in her footsteps and then some. I want to become a better whore than she ever could be. Hmmm…yes! I have a wonderful idea. You know Davide moved to a condo just a few blocks away? Mom confided to me that he wanted to be closer so he could have her pussy whenever he wanted.”

“No…” 

“Oh yes, Daddy. And if he likes that old thing…well, just think what our new neighbor will think of a factory fresh model? And maybe I’ll let him raw me, too. I am bound for Teen Mom, after all, isn’t that right?”

“No, please!”

“Yes! Hehehe, yes! Text him. Tell him Mommy wants to see him. Tell him she’s tired of these games and asked you to have him come over for a booty call. So humiliating! He’ll love it.”

You start crying. But for some reason you find yourself pulling out your phone and complying.

“Good boy. I think we just found a new Daddy for me.”

When your sister had bet a ‘facial’ in the poker game you were pretty sure she meant giving someone a treatment at the spa where she worked. Maybe she had, but as soon as your friend joked that it would be pretty weird for her brother to have to nut on her face she just winked at you and said ‘on the contrary, I think he just got new motivation to win.’ 

But you’d lost. You tried to be chivalrous and challenged your friend to an arm wrestling contest to call it off. When you pathetically lost that immediately he’d charged you with filming the event and sending it to her and him. 

“We need some proof, after all. And I think I deserve some fap material for beating you two wonder-twins so thoroughly.”

“Okay, just a moment, bro. I need to take this top off. Don’t want to get it stained. Besides, if I’m going to be masturbation fodder, I want it to be good.”

You girlfriend was so sweet and sexually adventurous. She was always surprising you with little sexy texts, pictures, videos. She was particularly obsessed with cum. She always said she snapped them when you weren’t looking, but you really couldn’t figure out how she’s gotten this one of you two. And did your cock really look that big?