? Setting the grocery bags on the kitchen counter, I looked around the room. The house was still. Only some music playing in the distance broke the quiet, but I couldn’t tell if it came from outside or somewhere else in the house. Home from work early, I was hoping to surprise Becca with a romantic dinner. As I surveyed the kitchen, I spied the bottle of wine and glasses sitting on the island. There were two glasses. I picked the bottle up and curiously read the label. It wasn’t anything we kept in the house and the bottle still had a slight chill to it. It hadn’t been sitting on the table for long. Putting it back down, I wandered through the house looking for my wife. The music became louder as I neared the back of the house. Following it, the music led me upstairs and down the hallway to the master bedroom. How long I stood outside the bedroom door contemplating my next move, I’m not sure. It seemed like an eternity. Putting my ear to the door, I could hear the music and Becca’s voice. Well actually, it wasn’t her voice. I could here her moaning and groaning. The same sounds she made when I made love to her only much more intense. Louder, she was much louder. I could feel my anger and humiliation rising as I seethed outside the door. She was having sex with another guy in our bed. From the sounds Becca was making, it sounded like he was fucking the hell out of her. I steeled myself ready to burst through the door and confront her lover. I was ready for the possible fight that was bound to ensue. With my hand on the door knob, I finally threw the door open and my jaw dropped. Becca was naked on all fours in the middle of our bed. She was moaning and screaming in pleasure but the person fucking her wasn’t a man. The sight that greeted me was of my naked wife being fucked by another woman. Kara, her new friend from work, was positioned behind Becca ramming a huge dildo into my wife. Kara’s breasts bounced wildly with each thrust into Becca and my wife was having a screaming orgasm. Standing numbly in the doorway, I watched my wife ball the sheets in her fists and her mouth hang open in a scream of pleasure. Her tits flailed with each violent thrust and I watched in amazement as Kara made her come. With her hands, grabbing handfuls of Becca’s hips as she pulled her back to meet her, Kara looked up at me with a sly smile. Becca collapsed onto the bed as she tried to recover. Kara slowed her thrusts but never stopped. “We have company lover,” Kara told Becca. Becca’s eyes shot open and she stared at me. Was it embarrassment at having been caught or concern over my judgement that I read in them? “Jeremy?” She croaked. “Jeremy. The husband. I thought as much.” Kara never stopped sliding the dildo in and out of Becca. I stood mesmerized by the sight of four breasts jiggling as Kara thrust into Becca. Their pink nipples stared back at me tantalizing me. Despite the shock of the sight before me, I felt myself getting hard. “I can explain.” Becca’s statement was cut short as Kara spanked her hard on her ass. Becca yelped in pain. “Sit down Jeremy.” Kara’s voice was authoritative. The fight I had been planning for had gone out of me when I saw another woman fucking my wife. Gruffer, she repeated herself. “Sit. Down. Jeremy.” Kara practically bit off each word. Despite being the owner of the house, I followed her command and sat in the chair next to the bed. “Good boy,” Kara crooned as she began fucking Becca harder. From my new position, I watched the impossibly large dildo sliding in and out of my wife. Her pink labia stretched tight around the flesh colored latex and Kara began ramming its long length into her without mercy. “Oh. God,” Becca gasped as she endured the long thick dildo pummeling her. She arched her back and accepted it deeper inside her. Kara spanked her ass hard as she fucked her. “Tell Jeremy that size matters.” Kara rammed the dildo into her harder. “Oh God. Yes. It does.” Becca screamed as the dildo filled her. “It’s bigger than his pathetic little cock isn’t it.” “Yes!” Becca’s screams echoed through the room. Kara’s hand landed on her ass again. I could see the red welt and outline of Kara’s hand rising on Becca’s hip. My face was turning beat red at the women emasculating me. “You love big cocks, don’t you?” Kara practically growled as she watched for my reaction. “Yes!” From the tightness in her voice and the tension in her body, I knew that Becca was about to come again. “Yes. Who?” Another blow landed hard on Becca’s ass. “Yes Mistress!” Becca spasmed violently as she came. I watched the thick dildo coat with Becca’s white cream as she came. The inside of her thighs was drenched as Kara fucked her. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed and slid off Kara’s huge fake cock. It swung wildly in front of the beautiful redhead as I watched my wife’s ass as she dry-humped the bed in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Kara stepped off the bed and I watched in stunned silence as she unbuckled the harness that held the dildo against her shaved mound. It landed on the floor with a heavy thud. She never took her eyes off me as she climbed back on the bed and lay back. Spreading her legs, she looked directly at me. “Becca. Satisfy me.” Kara smirked at me as if challenging me as she gave orders to my wife. I finally found some fortitude. “No. She doesn’t like that sort of thing.” It sounded weak. To my amazement, my beautiful little blonde wife crawled between the other woman’s spread legs and began to lap furiously. “Yes. She does,” Kara told me as she leaned her head back on my pillow and sighed. Becca worked between her legs licking and sucking. I watched stunned as my wife satisfied another woman. I had to beg and plead for her to give me oral sex and now she was willing doing as she was told and was eating another woman. Kara cradled Becca’s head in her hands and looked over at me. “Jerk yourself off,” she commanded. I sat watching them stunned. “Do it!” The rise in her voice made me jump and I fumbled to open my jeans. Taking out my already erect cock, I began stroking myself. “He does have a small cock. So wonderfully average. Just like you said,” Kara told Becca. She moaned as Becca worked between her legs. I blushed with my humiliation as the woman berated my average size erection. Despite this, my hand milked my shaft and the entire scene was exciting. Kara looked over at me jerking off. “Make yourself come,” she ordered me then looked down at Becca. “Two fingers inside me.” Becca thrust two fingers deep into Kara and began stroking her. “Yes. Just like that. Lick faster.” Becca and I did as Kara commanded. I watched as Kara cupped her large breasts in both hands and kneaded them together as Becca satisfied her. She looked over at me stroking my cock. My hand flew faster up and down my shaft. “Come,” she commanded again. With a groan, my semen erupted from me and oozed down over my hand as I jerked off. Kara moaned and closed her eyes as she clasped Becca’s head between her thighs like a vice and her orgasm rocked her body. Gasping, she bucked her hips against Becca’s working mouth. As she climaxed, Kara cried out then relaxed back onto the bed. Cradling Becca’s head in her hands, Kara opened her eyes and looked at me. They trailed down to my cum covered cock. Semen coated my knuckles and balls in a white trail of sticky goo. She looked back down at Becca. “Enough.” I watched my wife raise her head from between the other woman’s legs. Her lips and face were coated with Kara’s cum. In shock, I looked at her numbly as she licked the other woman’s juices from her lips with a smile. Kara smiled at me as I watched Becca. “Make yourself useful. Clean that dirty cum off your hands and bring us some towels.” To this day, I don’t know why I obeyed her commands, but I did. Becca tried to explain her attraction to Kara to me and the power the forceful woman had over her. In the end, I had to resign myself that my beautiful wife was submissive to another woman and I was their cuckold.
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