Home... humiliated and horny

I go home. There is no where else to go.

I drink some whisky, sit aimlessly for a couple of hours waiting for her to come home. Eventually, I acknowledge she will not be back tonight, and I drift up to bed. I am angry, horny, and humiliated - I think in that order, but I am not totally sure. In my minds eye I can picture them - I imagine my wife's dress up around her waist as he fucks her, just like a porn scene.

My phone pings. I grab it, maybe it is Helen wanting me to pick her up. Maybe she's been in an accident. Maybe...

I open the text message - under the title 'Night, night Cuck" there is a close up picture of a pussy, dripping with fresh cum". My emotions multiply times 10, but now horny has taken front and centre. There is no denying that my cock is rock hard looking at the picture of my wife's pussy filled with cum. I feel totally humiliated - I now know what it feels like to be a cuck.

In my confused state I am looking round the room for inspiration when eyes lock onto the laptop. Without consciously knowing why, I log on and open the video from the other night, of the woman talking to the cuckold. I wank to it.

It takes less than 60 seconds to cum.

Then I sleep.