Submit to cuckoldry

Your will to resist your painfully asserted role has withered away into nothing. Before, you were a man capable of making the decision that you wanted your wife's adoration again, and now you were not only allowing her to have her way with any man she desires, but encouraging it to happen. Your spineless behavior has led you all the way to ruin any chance you had at being a husband again. Yet, you couldn't deny how satisfying it was to be a good little cuck.

"It's time that you stop holding me back from fulfilling my needs. You've been neglecting me for years. Just accept that things are better this way when my cunt is stuffed and happy," she explains in words that make your heart sink into your stomach. Has she really been failed by her husband this whole time?

"This isn't my first ride, either, but now that we're being honest with each other, I've had many affairs. It's baffling that you haven't suspected anything else goimg on behind your back!"

Your {if

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} wife, well-renowned for being one of the maidens with the biggest breasts of the town, can't help but demoralize you further with laughter that causes her milk jugs to bounce and wobble against each other, causing you to stare. You've been completely stripped of your title as her husband, yet your tongue was hungrily digging into every fold with the vigor of someone who savored his humiliation. Not only that, but your {if

Elf = 1}locked up, {endif

} puny dicklette was rising in your britches with copious precum leaking from your tip. You are getting off to your once-devoted lover disgracing the relationship that you held so dearly before. No matter how much you hopelessly adored her, she still had incentive to betray you because you were too weak to keep the spark alive. Everyone will soon know about your wife's infidelity, and your life as you knew it before will be over. Your only hope is that the new man breeding her pussy can break her into a slut that the whole town can use freely. That way, you can slurp down an unlimited supply of superior cum all day long.

You fantasize about the burly, muscular men that will soon be claiming your{if

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} petite wife. If you're lucky, you may even get to watch her get creamed. She'll eagerly submit to the whims of other men yet deny you, her husband, the right to bury your tiny cuck clit inside of a sloppy cunt that will soon be stretched beyond your capacity to fit. Your nose fills with the aroma of her heavenly nectar combined with the stink of bull semen, and without any contact with your pinky-sized dick, you spray your sissy spunk all over the sheets and add to the mess. In your mindlessly lustful haze, you take a handful of your wife's delectably thick thighs and ravage her with your tongue until she's spotless.

"Thank you," you sputter between your voracious feast of her fully spread lips and throbbing clit. It takes a moment to sink in, but you've just thanked your wife for breeding with a better man so that you could lick up his virile leavings--at least what didn't make it inside of her womb. There was no mistaking that during your time searching for the artifact, she eagerly accepted mounting by countless gigantic men who spurted the volumes of their hefty ballsacks inside of her, so she was undeniably pregnant by this point. Looking up at her distended belly only proved the point, flagrantly showing off the mark that a powerful and capable man claimed her. There was a time that you had complete dominion of whether or not you chose to impregnate your wife, but that responsibility was too great for you and has been taken out of your hands.

A thought springs to your mind about the daughters you were once the proud father of! If your wife has been sluttified by meaty bull dick, what could have possibly happened to the three deviant girls you sired? You had countless fantasies about them before, and you've even spurt your paternal jizz while listening to the sounds of their lovemaking with the local boys.

"Dear," you stutter out meekly. "Where are the girls?"