A Husband's Humiliation

The sun was shining brightly, casting a stark contrast to the events unfolding inside the lounge room. The air conditioner was humming softly, maintaining a cool atmosphere despite the heat outside. A man stood silently in the corner, his heart pounding in his chest. He wore navy blue business pants and a button-up shirt, his appearance unassuming. He had come home to collect a work file he had left behind, but deep down, he had known he would find something like this. The truth was, he was turned on by it, but he also hated seeing her enjoy another man more than him. He knew he couldn't satisfy her like this man could. This arrangement needed to be this way to keep his wife happy, and he was willing to do whatever it took to ensure they didn't lose him.

The man that was between his wife's legs was tall and tanned, his body a chiseled masterpiece. His dark hair was tied back in a man bun, a sleeve of tattoos covering his muscular arms. His shirt was crumpled on the ground, and his pants were bunched at his ankles, sweat dripping down his back. His hairy chest glistened with sweat, and his big balls swung heavily between his legs. His strong hands gripped her hips tightly as he thrust into her with powerful, deliberate strokes. His thick, veined cock filled her completely, stretching her wide with each movement. He was everything the husband was not—dominant, aggressive, and completely in control.

His wife was sprawled out on the couch, her legs spread wide, her dress bunched up around her hips. Her makeup was flawless, bright pink lipstick accentuating her lips. She never wore makeup for him. He noticed she had on a new pink lace bra, obviously bought for the occasion because, since having kids, she only wore day-to-day bras and knickers that didn't match. Her hair cascaded around her head as she was being fucked hard, her dress a bright yellow, her toenails painted a striking red. She was a vision of raw, unrestrained sexuality, her moans filling the room.

"You're such a slut for this big cock, aren't you?" the man growled, his voice deep and commanding. His thrusts were forceful and unrelenting, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hands dug into the corduroy couch where she usually sat with her husband watching TV. She moaned loudly, her back arching off the couch, her nails digging into the fabric as she writhed beneath him.

"Yes, yes, I love it!" she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy. "I love how big you are. Fuck me harder!"

The husband watched from the shadows, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His cock was hard, straining against his pants as he watched his wife being taken by another man. The sight of her stretched wide, her pussy glistening with her arousal, made his heart ache with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. He wanted to intervene, to stop what was happening, but he couldn't. He was frozen in place, unable to tear his eyes away from the erotic display before him.

The man fucking his wife of 12 years on the couch grabbed her hips roughly, pulling her closer as he drove into her with relentless force. His thick cock filled her completely, stretching her tight around him. Her eyes locked onto her husband's, a mixture of triumph and lust in her gaze. She reached down, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it furiously as she was taken from behind.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned, his eyes dark with lust. "I'm going to cum deep inside you, fill you with my big load of cum." She reacted with a loud moan, her body trembling with anticipation and the heightened pleasure of his words.

He then roughly flipped her over, positioning her on all fours with her ass in the air. Her hair was a messy and her hair face flushed. Her ass was red and marked from his rough handling. He spat directly onto her exposed hole, the cool liquid contrasting with the heat radiating from her body. "You want this, don't you?" he growled, his voice filled with dominance as he slapped her ass leaving a big red hand print. His cock, wet with her pussy juices, probed at her ass, more for the husband's benefit than his own.

She whimpered in response, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please," she begged. "I want it so bad."

With a forceful thrust, he drove his cock deep into her ass. The sensation was intense, her body arching as she adjusted to his size. He didn't give her much time to acclimate, setting a brutal pace that had her crying out with each powerful stroke. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the room, as he continued to thrust relentlessly. His hands gripped her hips tightly, the force of his thrusts visible in the way her skin rippled with each movement. Her knees burned against the carpet, her hands clawing into the couch cushions, her face pressed down into the fabric. To get deeper, he placed one foot on the couch, pulling her head back roughly by her hair.

His grunts of effort mingled with her moans of pleasure, the room filled with the erotic sounds of their hard core fucking. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her ass. The pleasure was overwhelming, every nerve in her body on fire as she surrendered completely to his control.

With a final, powerful thrust, the man buried himself deep inside her, his body tensing as he came. He held her tightly, his cock pulsing as he released his load into her. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt his hot cum filling her.

He pulled out slowly, his cock slick with their combined juices. He looked down at her, a satisfied grin on his face. "You're such a good little slut," he said, giving her ass another hard slap. "And you," he added, turning his gaze to the husband in the corner, "you did well to watch. Maybe next time, I'll let you join in. But for now, clean her up."

The husband nodded obediently, his heart racing. He approached the couch, his eyes fixed on his wife's flushed, satisfied face. As he knelt between her legs, he could see the cum dripping out of her ass, a stark reminder of his place in their twisted dynamic. She collapsed onto the couch, her body spent and trembling, her breathing heavy and labored.

The husband, now painfully hard, couldn't resist any longer, he unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. While his wife was still bent over the couch, he slipped his cock into her pussy, trying desperately to match the scene he had just witnessed. His wife, clearly not fulfilled, demanded more.

"Fuck my ass," she ordered, her voice breathless but authoritative.

He obeyed, pulling out of her pussy and positioning himself at her cum-filled ass. He thrust into her, the mixture of both men's cum adding to the slickness. He fucked her ass with urgency, his hands gripping her hips as he tried to replicate the other man's dominance. The sensation of her tightness and the heat of her body drove him to the edge. With a groan, he came, his cum mixing with the other man's, filling her up and spilling out.

Feeling defeated, he pulled out of her ass and knelt on the floor behind her, his body trembling from the intensity of his release. His wife turned around, her eyes filled with a mix of disgust and satisfaction. She pushed him to the floor, his flaccid cock covered in both men's cum. She knelt down and began to lick the cum from his cock, her tongue swirling over the mixture of their releases.

"You're pathetic," she whispered, her voice dripping with disdain as she sucked his cock clean.