Cuckold

Me and my wife sat down at our table. It was our 3rd anniversary. I had taken her to a very fancy restaurant. As we sat down our waiter approached us, and what came out of his mouth I almost couldn’t believe.

“Those knockers are nice. Would sure love to fuck them.”

My wife stared in shock. I wasn’t going to let that slide.

“What’d you just say to my wife you fat piece of shit? I’ll rip your tongue out and make you eat it.” The waiter looked at me in disgust.

“Those two sentences are gonna ruin your life. Sleep.” He waved his hand at me and suddenly my head hit the table. The last thing I remember hearing was my wife scream.

I slowly awoke to the sound of, what was that, sucking? Why were her tits hanging out… and were they… bigger?

My eyes slowly refocused, but then I fully realized what I was watching. My wife was sucking the waiter’s dick. I went to move and yell at the man, but my body wouldn’t move and my voice wouldn’t work. What was more unbelievable to me though, was my wife was smiling? Really? Why was my wife smiling? Was she enjoying this?

“Haha! You’re probably wondering what’s going on. Well, anything I say becomes true. Just like how your wife loves my cock more than yours, and your little clitty dick cums at the sight of your wife being face fucked.”

I felt like my heart was gonna explode with rage. I tried to move again and yell, but my wife… her hot lips… sucking that monster cock. I stared at her. I felt like she was sucking my cock right now. Then suddenly and without warning I came in my pants.

“Hahaha! Yeah you’re gonna be a good cuck. You’ll still remember how things used to be, and you’ll hate your new life, but there’s nothing you can do any more. Maybe if you and your dumb slut wife had just taken that compliment we could’ve avoided all this. Oh well.”