It was supposed to just be a little wild swinging one weekend. Maybe you’d try again in a year. Instead things spiraled progressively out of control until you were living a life you didn’t recognize. A fantasy you’d never had. And it all feels so…right.
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-”
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.”
Son, ever since your father knocked me up I’ve been overflowing with milk. Do you think you could help me out?
“Mooom, you’re so weird. Why do you have to be such a hippie? …uh, fine, do you want me to hold the breast pump or what?”
“Honey, you know we don’t buy mechanical doodads for tasks humans were built for already. Mother nature saw fit to give me this milk early and I don’t want it to go to waste.”
“I guess…I have sort of always wondered what it tastes like, you know? Is that weird?”
“Of course not, sweetie. It’s the most natural. We weren’t meant to steal milk from cows.”
“Okay…cool, I’ll try it. Can’t be worse than kefir. So you want to squeeze it into a jar or what?”
“Baby, I’m not a cow.”
“Okaaay, sooo…”
“Breasts are meant for sucking, son.”
“Gross, get Dad to do it.”
“He’s busy, son. Besides, he’s not my child to nourish. You are.”
“I can’t suck my Mom’s breasts!”
“You already have, honey.”
“I’m a sexually mature adult now! That’s not normal! What if it feels good or something? I’d be scarred for life.”
“Breast feeding can feel very…um…stimulating, honey. Don’t mean to blow your mind. Mother Nature doesn’t create firm boundaries society likes us to think it does. You are my son, but I even I can see you are an attractive young man now. Motherhood does not make me immune from the erotic sensation any woman would feel seeing you walk around shirtless, get sweaty playing basketball, or hug me with those strong arms, your toned pecs pressing into my perky and sensitive nipples…”
“Gosh Mom, you made your point. I’ll suck your nipples. Just don’t freak out if I get a boner. It’s just what ‘Mother Nature’ intended and all.”
“We are all bound to the whims of Nature and our earthly desires, son. This is a safe space. We can express our bodies and ourselves without fear of judgment. …Actually, why don’t you just take your clothes off entirely? Nothing I haven’t seen before. It will help you feel more natural, relaxed, free of society’s artificial strictures. …Good. No, no need to hide your natural arousal. Come here, now. Yes, take my clothes off, fully, would you? Good.”
“It’s just an experimental art installation. Don’t be weird about it.” Your girlfriend had said when you questioned her Halloween plans.
But surely this was horribly objectifying? Dangerous. Maybe even criminal, considering you’re staging it in secret at the autumn harvest festival?
“That’s what makes it experimental art you silly. Art is dangerous. Our bodies are analogous to the vulnerable, ripe fruits of the field. We will expose the savagery of a simple, family friendly ‘harvest’ scene for the act of domination that it really is, that our very existence as living things demands. We take of the living to regenerate our own life force. We harness the very means of creation and bend it to out wills, objectifying it, mechanizing it.”
Right, but what if someone, tried…something…you know?
“Oh, honey, you’re so naive. We invite earnest exploration and play. Interaction is the truest form of art appreciation.”
But what about…sex? You can’t intend to allow…?
“Of course we can! How else can we expose truth if we don’t expose ourselves? If we balk at showing the fullness of our vision?”
But…but…I know it’s for art and you love me…and…but you’re not even on birth control!
“Sweetie…don’t be dense. The whole theme of the piece is conquest and reproduction, after all…”
“I want you to see another man slowly take everything from you. It turned you on when you thought it was just my fidelity he took from you. I was fulfilling a hot little fantasy. Your fantasy.
Will it still turn you on when I give your dream to him? What about when I follow his every command? No matter if he asks for those perverse things I’ve always denied you? How will it feel? When I let him fuck my ass? Or take me bareback? Will you still find it hot when he impregnates me? Or commands me to leave you?”
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“Oh, this guy can fuck right OFF,” sputtered Caroline.
The beautiful brunette sat with her friend Maria at a table in their local pub, staring in shock at Maria’s phone-or more accurately, at the Tumblr blog which Maria had pulled up on the screen.
Caroline’s face twisted into a mask of rage as she scrolled through post after post demeaning women, showing them as pets, slaves and bimbos slobbering over guys’ cocks. As an avowed feminist and hardcore lesbian, she had always found men pretty distasteful, but this…THIS was just beyond anything she’d ever witnessed. In this modern world, Caroline found it impossible to believe that anyone could be so completely sexist and chauvinistic without an army of righteously angry women tearing him from limb to limb.
Maria watched her friend’s expression carefully as Caroline continued scrolling in disbelief. “I couldn’t believe it either. This asshole even uses the ‘feminism’ hashtag in order to ensure that feminists see his bile!” Caroline looked up, shaking her head as she put the phone down.
“What a fucking dickless motherfucker. He knows what he’s doing, trying to get us all pissed off at him so he can claim victimhood. I mean, ‘become a better girl?’ What the hell kind of corny slogan is that? As if girls who kneel and serve men are better than strong, independent women!”
Maria grinned. “Yeah, I mean, it’s not like guys know how to make us women happy anyway, which is why so many of us are just fucking each other these days instead.”
Caroline snorted in derision, downing a shot of liquor in one swallow. “I bet you he’s just some tiny dicked sad little man who’s never even seen a woman naked in real life! Someone needs to give him a square kick in the balls!”
As if the universe knew that Caroline needed someone to take out her anger on, two young men walked up to the pair of lesbians, smiling as they offered to buy the women drinks.
Caroline turned to the men, the flames of rage erupting in her eyes. “What, why do you want to buy us drinks, gentlemen?” she sneered sarcastically. “Maybe you think we can’t afford to buy our own? Or maybe you’re hoping that you can get us drunk enough to rape us when we pass out? Haven’t you heard, you assholes? Girls don’t need your drinks, your dicks, or your presence in our lives anymore!”
The guys were too shocked to respond as Caroline stumbled away from the table, Maria following her and keeping her steady as they walked outside to hail a cab.
“That felt good,” said Maria with a grin. It wasn’t a happy smile, however; it was full of malice and anger.
Maria nodded as she helped her friend into the cab. “I bet it did. Let’s get you home so you can sleep and forget about this…” for a second the alcohol kept the blog’s name out of Maria’s head-”…Soulcorruptor.”
This reminds me of when my wife got fucked by my roommate while I was keeping his wife busy in the other room
…busy playing Soulcalibur. Roomie assured me she always got so absorbed in the game that she’d never even notice her husband slip away with another woman. Nor the loud moaning coming from the bathroom. I got so nervous; surely she’d hear it any moment?
Stupid bet. I couldn’t believe I’d let my wife wager her pussy on a fighting game. It had all begun with a fun series of drunken bets over chores. But when he’d beaten my wife and I to the point that we were doing all his chores for a year, she got pissed. She’d win it all back, she said. What could she have left to offer, he asked?
…
She lost. “One more!” she cried. What was she going to do beyond fuck him, he joked, give him her first-born child? …That’s how she ended up offering to fuck him bare-back. I was made to promise to not get in the way and even distract his own jealous wife, who we heard coming up the drive just then. Stunned, I nodded.
…
She lost. He smirked at her and mouthed to me “you promised,” handing his wife and I the controllers. So I did my best to put up a good fight against his wife while hiding my nerves. Oblivious, she gloated over her wins, causing a perversely pleasant sensation of humiliation in me. What the fuck was wrong with me?! Here she was owning my ass while her husband, mere feet away, owned my wife’s pussy. …And maybe her womb, too.
One for the team #bi #cuckold #cuckoldcaptions #hotwife
You’d always thought your jacked roommate was a little cute but he was such an asshole that even the idea of kissing him made you want to die. Plus he was a straight dude-bro. Sure he’d joke about pounding your ass if he couldn’t find any pussy, but that was just so much heternormative preening. If he was bi, it would almost be worse than if he was straight. Bluh, you didn’t need guys like that on the team.
…At least that’s what sober you thought. Drunk, horny you wanted Geoff to take your girlfriend in front of you, beat you up, and fuck your ass. You thought about…more often than you’d like. So when the opportunity came to drink in the apartment, just the three of you, you eagerly took it. Burning with shame the whole time, you fed your gf drinks and encouraged strip poker. Then truth or dare. Nature took its course as your roomie humiliated you and hit on Celine. Soon enough she was topless and he had dared her to to suck his dick.
She was drunk but not that far gone. She looked to you; though if imploring you to stop this or to give a blessing you couldn’t say. You impotently shrugged. Celine shot you a disappointed glare and turned to Geoff. In moments she had his impressive cock out and in her mouth, going to town on it. Your roommate mocked you and told Celine what a pathetic boyfriend you were, how much better he’d be at satisfying her. Suddenly she stopped.
“No fair!” he whined. “You took the dare.”
“You didn’t ask me to get you off…”
“Fine, I dare yo-”
“Uh, uh, my turn,” she said, holding a finger to his lips. “I dare you to go get my bf’s condoms from his top drawer and use as many of them on me as you can….The box is nearly full…”
And so they fucked for hours. Taking short breaks every two or three of his orgasms, making out and cuddling while he recharged. A few times they nearly fell asleep but one would always rouse the other to go again. You tried to interrupt each break, saying it was time for your dare but Celine just shook her head and said Geoff hadn’t fucked all he could, had he? He agreed heartily, laughing at you.
This wasn’t nearly as hot as you had imagined it. You were ashamed and annoyed. You tried to go to bed but Celine reprimanded you sharply, saying you couldn’t leave in the middle of the game. You muttered something bitterly. Geoff slapped you, hard.
“Be a fucking man and speak aloud, you pussy. And show your girl some respect. Well, if she is still yours. Maybe she’s mine now, hmm? Show my girl some respect, at least, bitch boy.”
That seemed to really get Celine going. She pushed you aside roughly and pounced on your roommate. In a moment he was fucking her against the wall and telling her she was his bitch. Celine cooed.
Eventually they went through all nine condoms. Celine dipped her fingers in some of the spent ones and fed the contents to you, telling Geoff about your shameful little crush on him. Roomie Geoff smirked. His penis miraculously came to life again.
“Wow babe! Your roommate is insatiable. Why don’t you jump in and take one for your girlfriend?”
“Fuck you both! Dares over. He used the condoms up.”
You were on the floor. Huh? Your cheek hurt like hell. He’d punched you!
“What did I say about respect? Do what my bitch says and maybe she’ll still make a show of going out with you while she comes to me for her needs.”
Pain exploded in your ribs. He’d kicked you! Hard. Wham! And again. And again!
“Alright bitch boy, use your dare to beg me to fuck you and I’ll stop.”
“Screw you!” WHAM! Another kick.
“Bad choice.” Geoff said, clucking his tongue in mock dismay. Celine was on Geoff’s arm making satisfied sounds. Apparently your pain caused her great pleasure. That broke you. You wanted this, primally. But you also couldn’t take any more pain. The pain took all the edge off your desire and you’d have done anything to just let it end. Yet still…you really wanted it at the same time.
“…Please, I beg you…I DARE you, to fuck me.”
*slap!* “And to make you my boy bitch”
“And to make me your boy bitch”
*slap!* “Master”
“I dare you to fuck my ass and make me your boy bitch…Master.”
“Guess I can’t say no to a dare. And it wouldn’t be right fucking a boy bitch with a condom so good thing you’re out.”
He had Celine lube your ass with his own cum and fucked you hard. Mercilessly. It seemed to go on forever. How could he have such stamina?
“Thanks for the toy, Celine.”
“No problem, Geoff darling.”
“…You know this feels awful good without those bothersome condoms. Wanna give it a try after, babe?”
Your girlfriend bit her lip and moaned.
“Oh but I’m not on not on birth control and it’s a bad time in my cycle, honey”
“You’re fertile?”
She just moaned and nodded, biting her lip harder.
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