The Cuckold King – Part 1 – New Beginnings [Multi-Part][Exhibitionism][Cuckold][Cheating][Humiliation][Innocent to Slut][Betrayal]

*“Oh fuck, Carlos, you’re gonna make me cum!”*

*Those words rang in my ears as I stood outside of our duplex, a cigarette lit and wafting past my face as I listened intently to every slap of flesh, every grunt, every scream of passion coming from inside.*

*“You like that, you dirty slut?” I could hear him slap her ass, could hear her moan for more in response.*

*“OH, fuck yeah, daddy! Fuck this cheating pussy! Oh my GOD, you know how to make me feel good! Better than he ever–”*

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“Are you excited, babe?”

The question brought me back to the present – a U-Haul, driving on a busy highway, heading for a new home. Our new home. I smiled at her, still half in the past. “Of course, baby.”

“Good!” She gave me her best smile, her ocean blue eyes only momentarily distracted from the road ahead of her. Her name was Lauren, and she was absolutely out of my league. Her petite but firm body was barely able to allow her visibility above the truck’s wheel, having reached a maximum height of 4’10” by middle school. She was incredibly toned, having hit the gym religiously for years even before we got together. Her hair, a dirty blond, extended only a bit past her shoulder blades. She barely wore any make up, naturally beautiful. She wore black short-shorts that day, black and white converse, and a crop top that begat her true nature to any who looked upon her.

There was no denying that my girlfriend was a slut. But I already knew and had accepted that. Despite myself, however, I decided to stay with her even after having come home to all manner of debauchery in our old home. Random men or women at first, some coworkers, people she would meet at the bars after a long day of work. She didn’t know that I knew then, but very soon, all became clear to her.
I knew, alright, and I wasn’t just okay with it. I was turned on by it.

Of course I was skeptical at first – I don’t think anyone necessarily wants to come home to their partner having sexual relations with another person without their consent. I was pissed at first, yeah. But I learned to love it, to yearn for it, to crave it. My dick got hard just thinking about coming home and seeing a real man 10 inches deep in MY woman.

Soon, however, it got out of hand. I wouldn’t be able to sleep in my bed for a few nights in a row because it was reserved for someone else, or multiple someone’s. Orgies that would last for days on end, debauchery unending, spit and cum and all manner of things all over the house, my girlfriend on the floor or on her knees or on the kitchen counter getting sexually destroyed and seeming to never run out of the need for it.

One day, however, we managed to sit down and talk it out. I told her that I wanted her to myself for a while, perhaps even forever. She took this and mulled on it for a time, but in the end, she decided it was for the best.

So here we are, heading to a new city, a new beginning for our relationship.

Right?

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As we pulled into the gas station to refill the tank on the U-Haul, Lauren was all abuzz – we were almost to our new home! She was excited beyond belief to start this new life with me. So much so that she decided that she was going to refill the gas tank, which she never does.

“I’ll be right back, my baby!” she said to me, giving me a light kiss on the cheek before exiting the truck. Her hips – combined with her waist to create a perfect hourglass figure – swayed hypnotically, like the ticking of a clock, drawing the attention of everyone in the parking lot. From across the way I could see several construction workers gaping at her, halfway across the lot. Men and women both were entranced by her.

I was proud to see that she made it all the way to the gas station door without stopping to invite anyone to fuck the shit out of her. Smiling, I got out of the vehicle to begin pumping the gas after she was done paying for it.

When Lauren reached for the door, it was swung open by a hulking mass of a man. His shaved pate was covered by a backwards-flipped hat, his eyes shielded by dark sunglasses, and covered from head to toe in tattoos. He stopped in his tracks as Lauren stumbled to a stop and looked up at him.
I couldn’t hear anything that was said, but the interaction brought up tons of red flags from the get go. I know my girlfriend, I have been with her for years. Even looking at her from the back, I knew what was happening. From the moment Lauren saw this man, her mouth would struggle for words. She began to sway back and forth, and most likely apologized to the giant biker dude, claiming to be ditzy and sort of “out of it.” He looked to be pleased with what he saw, and smiled his over confident, far-too-white smile at her. He leaned against the door and began talking to her even as customers made their way around the muscled, bearded beast withholding the door.

I began to get anxious as I saw her look back at me like he had just asked her to come to the back alley with him, jerking his head in the direction of said alley. Relief swept over me as she waved goodbye to him and went through the other door in a swift dash for the counter.

By the time she made it back, I was already leaning against the truck, trying to catch my breath. “What’s wrong, Preston?” She sounded so innocent it made me want to throw up. “You seem upset. Did I do something wrong?” Her eyes pleaded with mine for forgiveness.

“Nothing wrong, baby, I’m just hot is all.” I smiled at her and gestured for the U-Haul. “Come on, get in the truck. I’ll pump the gas. Get cooled off, you’re all wet and sweaty.”

And she was. She was positively drenched, but not just in sweat. As she gave me another kiss and climbed into the U-Haul, I could see, unmistakably, a wet spot between her legs. It was dripping on the ground as she struggled inside, and continued to leak onto the seat even as we made our way down the highway. I could hear soft moaning every now and then as she pretended to sleep, her hand deep between her thighs.

I remember sighing to myself and thinking: *It’s going to be a long day.*

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