Part 1: Emily’s Seduction
Emily sighed as she watched her new neighbor, Jace, mowing his lawn shirtless. Rivulets of sweat glistened on his tanned, muscular torso, and his low-slung shorts hinted at the tantalizing V of his hips. Biting her lip, Emily pressed her thighs together as a familiar ache bloomed between them.
It had been months since her husband, David, had touched her. Months of lonely nights and unsatisfied cravings. As Jace looked up and caught her staring, flashing her a knowing grin, a wicked idea took root in Emily’s mind.
The next day, Emily made sure to be outside washing her car when Jace got home from work. She wore her skimpiest bikini top and the shortest shorts she owned, bending provocatively to give him a perfect view of her assets.
“Hey there, neighbor,” she called, waving him over. “I could use a hand getting those hard-to-reach spots, if you don’t mind.”
Jace’s eyes raked hungrily over her barely-clad curves as he approached. “I’m always happy to help a lady in need,” he drawled, accepting the soapy sponge from her.
As they worked on the car, hands brushing and bodies grazing, the sexual tension skyrocketed. Emily made sure to “accidentally” press her breasts against Jace’s arm, her hardened nipples visible through the scant fabric. Jace’s shorts did little to hide his growing appreciation for the view.
“You know,” Emily purred, trailing a finger down Jace’s chest, “my husband hasn’t fucked me in months. A girl has needs, needs that aren’t being met.”
Jace’s eyes widened at her bold admission, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “Is that right?” he managed, voice husky. “That’s a damn shame, a fine woman like you being neglected.”
Emily moved closer, molding her body to his. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Jace,” she breathed against his ear. “I know you want this tight, desperate cunt. Want to eat this aching, married pussy til I scream, split me open on that big fucking cock…”
Jace let out a strangled groan, his hands gripping Emily’s hips bruisingly. “Jesus, Em, you can’t just say shit like that,” he gritted out, already rock hard against her stomach. “I’m only human, you keep talking like that and I’ll have to bend you over this hood and fuck you stupid, neighbors be damned.”
Emily shivered with anticipation, her pussy clenching and dripping at the thought. “Promise?” she purred coyly, giving Jace’s straining bulge a slow squeeze.
With a growl, Jace captured her lips in a searing kiss, plundering her mouth with his tongue. Emily moaned into it, fisting her hands in his hair as she ground shamelessly against his thigh. They rutted together frantically, too far gone to care about their very public setting.
“Inside, now,” Jace panted when they finally broke for air. “I’m gonna feast on that pretty cunt, then fill it with so much cum you’ll be dripping for days.”
Dizzy with arousal, Emily led Jace into her house, already untying her bikini top. The moment they were inside, Jace had her up against the wall, yanking her shorts down and burying his face between her thighs with a hungry grunt.
“Oh fuck yes,” Emily keened, gripping his hair tightly as his tongue speared her soaked slit. “Eat that fucking pussy, make me cum on your face!”
Jace doubled his efforts, sucking and slurping noisily as he tongue-fucked her deep. When he added two fingers, pumping roughly, Emily saw stars. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna squirt!” she warned, thighs trembling.
Jace just groaned in encouragement, curling his fingers hard against her g-spot. With a sharp cry, Emily exploded, gushing all over Jace’s face and hand as she convulsed through an intense orgasm.
Panting, Jace resurfaced, his chin dripping with her essence. “Best fuckin’ meal I’ve ever had,” he leered, licking his lips. “Now I’m gonna give this greedy cunt the dicking down it deserves.”
Spinning Emily around, he bent her over the arm of the couch and kicked her feet apart. The head of his thick cock nudged insistently at her entrance and Emily nearly sobbed with relief. “Please, fuck me,” she begged wantonly, pushing back against him. “I need your fucking cock so bad, Jace!”
With a guttural groan, Jace buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, not stopping until his heavy balls smacked against Emily’s clit. She screamed at the sudden fullness, back bowing in ecstasy as he immediately set a punishing rhythm.
The wet, obscene slap of skin-on-skin filled the room, punctuated by Emily’s escalating moans and Jace’s harsh grunts. “Take it, you desperate fuckin’ slut,” he gritted out, pistoning bruisingly into her spasming channel. “This married cunt belongs to me now, understand?”
“Yes! Yours, I’m your dirty fuckin’ cumwhore,” Emily babbled deliriously, frantic fingers rubbing her clit as Jace jackhammered into her. “Ruin me, make me your sloppy seconds!”
Jace snarled like a beast as his thrusts grew erratic, the filthy talk clearly pushing him to the brink. “Milk it then, cockslut,” he demanded. “Fuckin’ squeeze my nut out with that hungry snatch!”
Wailing, Emily came violently, her pussy viciously clamping down on Jace’s pistoning cock as she squirted all over his churning hips. With a roar, Jace slammed home one last time and detonated, painting Emily’s fluttering walls with what felt like a gallon of hot seed.
They collapsed onto the carpet, gasping for breath as they twitched through the aftershocks. Emily’s mind reeled with the taboo thrill of it all, of being so thoroughly fucked by another man in her own home. She knew this was only the first of many affairs to come – her husband would just have to get used to being a cuckold.
Little did Emily know, hubby dearest was far from oblivious to the debauchery taking place under his nose. In fact, watching his gorgeous wife get defiled by the neighbor was about to become his favorite fucking pastime.
Part 2: David’s Obsession
David’s hands trembled as he watched the security camera feed on his laptop. There, in glorious HD, was his sweet wife getting her cunt savagely beaten by their cocky neighbor’s thick slab of meat. And fuck, was it the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
It was almost too good to be true. Just a few weeks ago, David’s marriage had been on the rocks. Ever since he’d stumbled upon those cuckold stories online, he hadn’t been able to think about anything else. All those secretly lucky bastards, getting to watch their hot wives scream on other men’s cocks… he wanted it so badly it consumed him.
But he knew he could never just ask Emily to cuckold him outright. She’d think he was a freak, a pervert, a pathetic excuse for a man. No, he had to be subtle. Strategic.
So he started his twisted little game. Pulling away from Emily sexually, feigning stress and exhaustion. Remarking casually on what a stud their new neighbor was, how he bet the guy got all kinds of tail. Leaving browser tabs open to hotwife galleries and praying Emily’s curiosity would take the bait.
And now his patience was being rewarded tenfold. He’d gotten home early from work to find Emily’s car in the driveway, her shorts and soaked panties abandoned on the front lawn. Heart pounding, he’d snuck into their bedroom and fired up his voyeur cam just in time to see that wanton slut getting her throat stuffed in vivid, living color.
David barely had his cock out before he was coming untouched, painting his fist with thick ribbons of jizz as he watched the love of his life get her holes plundered by virtual stranger. Christ, he could practically smell her excitement, see the juices glistening on her thighs. His grimaced through his orgasm, caught between painful arousal and aching despair. As much as it thrilled him to watch her infidelity, part of him wanted to be the one pounding into that swollen, gushing pussy.
But he knew Emily would never get this filthy for him. She was too much of a good girl, too pure to ever debase herself for his boring beta dick. She needed the forbidden thrill of cheating, the depraved ecstasy of being used like a fleshy fucktoy behind her cuck husband’s back.
So David resolved to be the best secret cuckold he could be. For the next few weeks, he practically encouraged Emily’s affair. Working late so she’d have all the time she needed with her slutty new bull. Hinting that he’d be open to her playing around to get her needs met. Biting his tongue raw to keep from confessing everything when she stumbled home late with her hair a mess and her panties missing.
For hours after, he’d review the voyeur tapes like they were his religion. He quickly lost track of how many cumshots he sprayed watching his gorgeous wife turn herself inside out for the thug next door. He made himself wait to jerk off until after each of her illicit trysts, only allowing his poor cock relief when it was spitting with another man’s sloppy seconds.
As the evidence of Emily’s infidelity mounted – fishy sheets, unexplained credit card charges to seedy motels, errant love bites in places David’s mouth hadn’t been in months – so too did the cuckold’s kinky obsession with his own humiliation.
He took to eating her creampies straight from the unwashed source while she slept. He’d wake her with his tongue buried in her fucked-out cunt, slurping up whatever spunk he could scavenge. If Emily thought it was weird that he never tried to fuck her himself anymore, only ate her out after “late nights at the office,” she didn’t say anything. He could feel her smug satisfaction as she pushed his head down and smothered him in the slick proof of her adultery. His cock would be iron-hard and weeping the whole time, untouched.
David knew he was losing his mind. His every waking hour was consumed by thoughts of his wife’s pleasure at the hands and dick of another man. He started hitting up glory holes on his lunch break, choking down anonymous loads while he imagined they were fresh from Emily’s stretched-out twat. He stopped wearing underwear entirely, too afraid of all the incriminating pre-cum stains.
It all came to a head one fateful night when he arrived home to a living room that reeked of sex and pussy. He’d barely gotten his shoes off before he heard the unmistakable sounds of Emily getting railed within in an inch of her life.
Cock harder than fucking diamonds, David crept down the hall until he was pressed against their bedroom door, listening to the crude, wet slaps and whorish moans of his wife in heat.
“Fuck yes, just like that, fuckin’ wreck me!” Emily was screaming, clearly not giving a shit that her husband could walk in any second. “Split me open on that huge married-cunt-wrecking cock!”
“Take it bitch, fuckin’ take it,” Jace snarled back, the headboard slamming the wall like a jackhammer. “Gonna ruin this pussy for your sorry cuck hubby, you’ll never wanna fuck his tiny dick again!”
“Joke’s on you, asshole,” Emily slurred, clearly dick-drunk. “Don’t want his worthless cock anymore anyway. ‘M your dirty cocksleeve now, only your slutty cumdump to breed and ruin!”
Outside the door, David came so hard he almost blacked out. His heart swelled with equal parts sick arousal and pure, stupefied gratitude. His perfect, filthy angel of a wife… she’d cucked him even more ruthlessly than he’d dreamed! And she clearly had no intention of stopping.
When the unholy screeching and squelching from the bedroom reached a cresecendo and then petered off into ragged panting, David knew what he had to do. Straightening up, he swung open the door and strode into the room with as much dignity as a man with cum-stained pants can muster.
“Well well, what do we have here?” he asked mildly, quirking an eyebrow at Emily and Jace’s frozen, gobsmacked faces. “My loving wife getting pounded by the neighbor, the very picture of marital bliss.”
Emily opened her mouth, a litany of predictable excuses on her tongue, but David held up a hand to silence her. “No no, don’t let me interrupt,” he smirked. “In fact, please continue! You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jace finally managed, hastily covering his softening dick with a pillow.
But Emily, bless her unfaithful little heart, understood right away. Her eyes narrowed as a slow, wicked smile spread across her face. “You’re a cuckold,” she purred, sounding delighted. “You get off on me cheating on you, don’t you baby? On me being a dirty, cum-hungry slut for other cocks?”
David groaned, already hardening again at her quick, easy filth. “Yes,” he admitted breathlessly. “Fuck yes, it’s all I can think about. You taking dick after dick, letting strangers paint your pussy with cum while I jerk off alone like a loser…”
Emily and Jace shared a heated, conspiring look. “Well then, what the fuck are we waiting for?” Jace leered, reaching down to fist his rapidly re-inflating cock. “Get over here and watch me give your girl the fucking she deserves, cucky. And you better not touch that pathetic little prick unless we say so!”
Dizzy with depraved elation, David sank into the armchair in the corner like it was a throne, already palming himself as he watched Jace push Emily onto her back and settle between her spread thighs. “That’s right hubby, watch him use me,” Emily panted, eyes locked on David’s as Jace rubbed the drooling head of his cock through her puffy slit. “Watch me become his personal fucktoy, his forever piece-on-the-side. I’m a hotwife now, and you’re just my worthless cuckold who-OH JESUS FUCK!”
Her words dissolved into a wail as Jace split her open again, burying himself balls-deep in her slippery cunt. “Best fuckin’ decision you ever made, cuck,” he grunted, already pounding away. “Your wife’s holes are mine now. You’re just gonna be our little houseboy, making sure she’s ready for me every night. Isn’t that right, fuckpig?”
“Yes Daddy, fuck yes!” Emily babbled, nails scrabbling at Jace’s pistoning ass. “I’m your cockwhore, your cheating skank, your- SHIT!”
She convulsed wildly, squirting clear fluids everywhere as she came like a freight train. Not breaking stride, Jace fucked her through it, growling filth the whole time about sloppy cuck cleanup duty.
And as David sat there watching his marriage end in the most dick-hardeningly perfect way possible, he couldn’t even bring himself to mourn it. His wife had become a hotwife, his neighbor was her bull, and he was officially a cuckold. The kinky trifecta.
The sordid stories that had started it all had turned out to be prophetic, a guidebook for his ultimate emasculating bliss. It was going to be a long, messy, jizz-stained road ahead – and David planned on documenting every last beautiful humiliation.
The chronicles of Cuckold Dave and Hotwife Em, eternally bound by lust and degradation. He could hardly fucking wait.
