Ethan first suspected his wife Ava was cheating when he found a pair of lacy red panties tucked in the back of her lingerie drawer – panties he’d never seen before. His heart clenched painfully as he imagined another man peeling them off her, kissing down her smooth thighs…
Over the next few weeks, the signs became impossible to ignore. Ava started staying late at the office multiple nights a week, coming home flushed and disheveled. She was constantly texting, giggling at her phone like a smitten schoolgirl. And worst of all, their once-passionate sex life had fizzled to nothing.
Ethan finally hit his breaking point when he came home early one day and caught an unmistakable male voice on the answering machine:
“Hey sexy, last night was incredible. Can’t stop thinking about how tight and wet that pussy felt wrapped around my cock. Let’s do it again soon, okay? I’ll bring the massage oil, you bring those perfect tits. Talk soon, beautiful.”
The message cut off with a click, leaving Ethan stunned and shaking. It was true – his gorgeous wife was stepping out on him with some stud. The revelation hit him like a punch to the gut.
At first, all Ethan felt was blinding rage and all-consuming jealousy. He wanted to storm Ava’s office and catch her in the act, to kick her lover’s teeth in for daring to touch what was his. For entire days, he stewed in his hurt and betrayal, snapping at Ava and drinking himself into oblivion each night.
But ever so slowly, other emotions started creeping in around the edges of Ethan’s anguish. He began to fixate on the crude voicemail, replaying it over and over again as he tried to picture the sordid scene.
Imagining Ava splayed out naked while her mystery man worshipped her body with slick, skillful hands. Her back arching as thick fingers delved into her dripping slit, frigging her until she gushed all over the sheets. That perfect, plush ass jiggling as she rode a fat new cock with wild abandon…
To Ethan’s shock, his own cock would swell insistently in his pants as the illicit images played out behind his eyelids. The twist of jealousy in his gut slowly morphed into an ache of arousal, a taboo yearning to see Ava lost in ecstasy – even if he wasn’t the one bringing her to the brink.
Suddenly, Ethan was rubbing himself raw to cheating wife porn and cuckold stories, getting off on the thought of Ava bouncing on another man’s dick. He started “working late” himself, giving her ample opportunity to indulge in her side piece.
He found himself ogling younger, fitter men when they were out together, wondering if they were Ava’s type, if she’d let them bend her over and take her right there if he asked nicely. The more Ethan leaned into his newfound kink, the more he craved seeing Ava’s infidelity in the flesh.
When he finally worked up the nerve to confront her, hands shaking and cock already half-mast, Ava didn’t even try to deny it. She just looked at Ethan with a sly little smile, arms crossed over her ample chest.
“I was wondering when you’d figure it out,” she purred, sauntering closer. “Took you long enough, baby. I’ve been getting dicked down by Zack from accounting for months now.”
Ethan swallowed hard, torn between anger and overwhelming arousal at her blunt admission. “I know I should be furious,” he rasped, reaching for her. “But fuck, the thought of you with another man… it’s all I can think about lately. Is that crazy?”
Ava’s grin turned positively wicked as she cupped Ethan’s straining bulge. “Oh, not crazy at all,” she assured him, giving him a firm squeeze. “In fact, it’s hot as hell. I’ve always fantasized about cuckolding you, about making you watch me get split open on a big fat cock…”
Ethan actually whimpered at that, hips canting into her touch. “Please,” he choked out, painfully hard and leaking now. “Please let me watch. I need to see you take it, need to see you cum on someone else…”
“Mmm, I thought you’d never ask,” Ava smirked, already reaching for her phone. “I’m meeting Zack tonight for a ‘business dinner’. Why don’t you come along and see what this slutty wife of yours really gets up to after hours?”
That evening, Ethan watched from a corner booth as Ava met her lover at the restaurant bar. His blood burned with equal parts jealousy and desire as he saw how Zack looked at her – like he wanted to devour her whole.
They flirted openly, Ava touching Zack’s arm and laughing at his jokes. When his hand disappeared under the table to no doubt stroke her thigh, Ethan had to palm himself roughly to stave off his orgasm.
After an achingly long dinner filled with innuendos and eye-fucking, Zack and Ava left together, seemingly unable to keep their hands off each other. Stomach in knots, Ethan followed them at a distance until they tumbled into the backseat of Zack’s car, a tangle of groping limbs.
Heart in his throat, Ethan crept closer, ducking down to peer in the foggy window. What he saw made his cock jerk violently against his zipper, already leaking copiously.
Ava was splayed across the backseat in just her skimpy black lingerie, one hand buried in Zack’s hair as he sucked her tits. The wet slurps and muffled moans were obscenely loud in the quiet parking lot.
“Fuck, just like that,” Ava panted, humping up against him shamelessly. “Suck on my tits, get me all hot and bothered for your big fucking cock…”
Ethan watched, dizzy with lust, as Zack released Ava’s nipple with a lewd POP and licked his way down her trembling body. He nuzzled into her lace-covered mound, inhaling deeply.
“Damn baby, you’re already soaked,” he groaned, shoving the fabric aside to reveal her bare, glistening folds. “This desperate MILF cunt is begging for it, isn’t it? Begging for a nice hard dicking from a real man…”
“Yes, god yes,” Ava mewled, fisting her hands in Zack’s hair as he lapped at her greedily. “Been craving your cock for days, need it stretching me open, fucking me stupid! Please, I – OH!”
Her pleas dissolved into wordless cries as Zack sealed his mouth to her cunt and started tonguing her deep, nose grinding against her clit. He ate her like a starving man, licking and slurping and finger-fucking her into a frenzy.
Before long, Ava was babbling and thrashing beneath him, thighs clamped around his ears as she rode his face. “Fuck, m’gonna squirt!” she warned, voice high and thready with need. “Gonna soak you baby, FUCK!”
With a hoarse scream, Ava arched almost completely off the seat, a wild spray of ejaculate shooting from her spasming cunt. Zack moaned encouragingly as she gushed into his mouth, slick fluids dripping down his chin.
“Holy SHIT,” Ethan whimpered brokenly from his hiding spot, stroking himself through his slacks as he watched Ava orgasm harder than he’d ever seen. “Holy fucking shit, so goddamn hot, oh my god…”
Neither Zack or Ava seemed to notice their awed audience, too absorbed in chasing their pleasure. As Ava collapsed back onto the seat, pussy still quivering through the aftershocks, Zack sat up and frantically shoved his jeans down.
His cock sprang free, thick and flushed and certainly bigger than Ethan’s. Even through his lust-addled haze, Ethan felt a sharp twist of inadequacy at the sight. No wonder Ava had strayed… how could he ever hope to satisfy her the way Zack clearly could?
With a groan of pure need, Zack fisted his massive erection and notched the leaking tip at Ava’s soaked entrance. “Gonna ruin this cunt,” he gritted out, rubbing himself through her copious slick. “Won’t be able to even feel your limp-dick husband after I’m done stretching you out…”
Ethan’s cock leapt at the casual degradation, a spurt of precum dribbling into his boxers. His head spun with mingled shame and desire as he listened to Zack promise to supplant him, to render him completely sexually obsolete to his own wife.
And when Zack finally pushed inside Ava with an animalistic grunt, splitting her wide on his formidable girth, Ethan had to shove a fist in his mouth to keep from howling. The sight of another man’s cock sinking into his wife’s tight sheath, her pink lips clinging hungrily to the thick intrusion… it was simultaneously the worst pain and the most intense pleasure he’d ever known.
Zack started to move before Ava could fully adjust, roughly sawing in and out of her dripping channel. “Fuckin’ take it,” he snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he rutted. “Gonna pound this MILF pussy into submission, ruin you for all other dick…”
“Yes, YES,” Ava keened rapturously, nails raking down Zack’s flexing back. “Harder baby, fucking HARDER! Use me, make me your married whore, fill me with cum! Want my pussy SLOPPY with it!”
The vulgar words spurred Zack on, his pace turning downright vicious as he jackhammered into Ava with bruising force. Their flesh met with obscene slaps that seemed to echo in the parking lot, Ava’s wrecked moans blending with the creaks of an abused suspension.
Ethan fumbled his fly down with clumsy, desperate fingers, finally freeing his own rigid cock to the cool night air. The second he got a hand around himself, he knew it would be over embarrassingly quickly. He was already so worked up from the raunchy live porno, pushed to the brink from the agonizing bliss of watching his wife get savagely pleasured by another man.
But before he could reach his inevitable shameful finish, an unmistakable screech sounded through the car – Ava’s orgasmic wail. Ethan watched in awe as she thrashed beneath Zack, overtaken by ecstasy, tits bouncing as she came violently.
Her rippling cunt seemed to spur Zack towards his own end. He slammed home one last time with a roar, face contorting as his cock visibly pulsed, spilling spurt after spurt of thick jizz into Ava’s spasming depths.
The idea of his wife’s womb being painted with another man’s seed sent Ethan hurtling over the edge with a strangled groan. His cock erupted untouched, rocketing cum all over his shirt, his chin, his still frantically pumping fist.
It was hands-down the most intense orgasm of his life… and he’d barely laid a finger on himself. The power of his long-repressed kink roared through him like a tidal wave, inundating all his senses and leaving him gasping in its wake.
As Ethan floated in the dreamy afterglow, a sort of peace settled over him. Yes, his wife had just been publicly, enthusiastically unfaithful. Yes, he was undeniably a cuckold in every sense of the word. But god help him, he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset anymore. Not after bearing witness to how profoundly, erotically satisfied Ava clearly was from her steamy tryst.
Because at the end of the day, wasn’t his wife’s pleasure the most important thing? Even if he wasn’t the one directly responsible for it? Ethan realized with startling clarity that he would happily watch Ava bounce on a hundred cocks if it kept that sated sparkle in her eye, that sultry spring in her step.
He’d gladly play clean-up duty on her cream-pied cunt for eternity if it meant being a part of something so intimate, so deliciously depraved. And as Ava and Zack untangled themselves with breathless laughter, already murmuring about the next spot on their sexual bucket list, Ethan’s softening cock gave an interested twitch.
With an eager hotwife like Ava and a stud like Zack chomping at the bit, it seemed their cuckold adventures were only just beginning. And Ethan, for one, couldn’t wait to embrace his new destiny in the lifestyle.
He had a feeling his marriage – and his cock – were about to get a whole lot busier in the dirtiest, most fulfilling way possible. And for once, he was perfectly content to take a backseat, pull up a chair, and savor the wild, voyeuristic ride as his wife’s pleasure became paramount.
In that enlightening moment, crouched by a car splattered in his own spunk while his wife dripped with another man’s seed, Ethan knew he’d finally found his calling. His Mona Lisa, his magnum opus.
He was put on this earth to be a devoted cuckold…and damn if he wasn’t going to throw himself into the role with gusto. It may have been a unconventional epiphany, but hey – every man’s got to make his mark somehow.
And if Ethan’s just happened to be as an unrepentant jizz-mopper for his unfaithful bride…
Well, there were certainly worse ways to go out. The cuckold stories had been right all along – it really was a lifestyle, not just a kink. And come hell or high water (sports), Ethan planned to live it to the fullest with his perfect hotwife leading the charge.
This was only the beginnng of their journey into the wild world of willful cuckoldry…and Ethan, for one, was strapped in and ready to ride. Or rather, to watch his wife do all the riding – hopefully on a never-ending rollercoaster of new cocks and kinky adventures.
One thing was for sure…this promised to be one spunk-tacular finale to the first chapter of their marriage. And Ethan couldn’t wait to ghostwrite the rest.
