Cuckold Madness

I shower, brush my teeth, and generally freshen up. I get dressed in some loose shorts and a t shirt then tidy the bedroom up.

Needless to say my mind was buzzing. What were they doing right now? How would he greet her? What would she say? Would he comment on the dress? Would they talk about me? Would they not even mention me? How would the sex begin? My imagination was ablaze with running through the possibilities. Try as I might I could not tear my mind from it even for a second. My rock hard boner simply refused to abate.

I would go mad if I kept thinking about this. I needed a distraction. I needed to cool down and calm down. I make myself a quick dish of food then head to the living room to watch an old comedy. Even as I the ridiculous hijinks unfold on the screen I cannot tear my fevered imagination away from what my girlfriend and best friend might be up to. With great difficulty I begin to relax and actually start enjoying the movie.

It was then, right as I'd finally started to settle myself, that the text messages began.

Bling! My phone bleeps.

I sit staring for a long quiet moment, my heart beating in my ears. They wouldn't...would they?

I scramble over and snatch my phone up. With trembling clammy hands I open up the message. It was from Jane.

Jane: HOLY SHIT!!!

...

Holy shit? Holy shit...what? What was happening?

I smack my lips and try to swallow, but my mouth was suddenly bone dry.

Holy shit? What could it mean?

A second later. Bling!

Jane:

In that oh so peculiar cuckold way I am rocked simultaneously with deep jealousy and white hot lust. I stare at the photo she had sent me, by the angle I could tell Mike had taken it. Holy shit was right! My best bud...was fucking hung! The photo showed my girlfriend with both her petite pale hands gripping a fully erect and fucking BIG mahogany colored cock, Micheal's cock. She had one hand around the base and one around the top...with about two fucking inches separating her hands in the middle!!! It wasn't quite the behemoth of Dennis' mighty schlong, but it sure as hell had the rest of us beat. Unlike with Dennis though, this anaconda was hungry for pussy.

As I stare at the photo with open mouthed shock I am suddenly aware that the hard on I had just managed to bed down was back again with a vengeance!

I sit staring at the screen, my heart continued it's persistent pounding. The movie played on but it was only so much background noise now. My entire focus was now on my phone. A minute passes...then two...then five. Still I wait, ready to pounce on each text message as it came in.

Bling!

Another one! This one from Micheal.

Mike: Fuck man, your girl is one hell of a cock sucker!

I let out an audible gasp. “Fuck!”

My cock strains against my underwear, aching for release. I feel the cool wet of precum already oozing and evaporating in the tented crotch of my boxers. It took everything I had to hold myself back from whipping it out and jacking off...but I had my orders. I didn't dare beat my meat no matter how much I wanted it. If I wanted any possibility for something to happen once my girlfriend got home I had to follow orders. It felt strange being controlled like this, to be held back by shackles of my own making. Ensnared to deny my desires by other more powerful ones. What the fuck was happening to me?

In that moment I did not care. I only waited with bated breath for the next message to come. After what seems like an eternity it finally does.

Bling!

Mike: Damn fine! Gargling on my balls now.

Oh Jesus Christ! These updates were too much.

Bling!

Mike: Dude! She's licking my asshole! Ha ha ha! Your girl is fuckin nasty!

I grip the cushion by my side and let out a long hissing breath. The minutes pass by at a snail's pace. I snatch up the remote and at last turn off the television. Then I just...wait.

Bling!

Mike: Fuck man, what a filthy fucking slut! Oh my god, the mouth on this whore!

Oh Christ, what was she doing? What was she saying? GAH! I'd give my left nut to be there right now.

Bling!

Mike: Jesus, she's a slut! A nasty filthy white girl. She loves my big black dick. This is fucking awesome! Thank you dude! Thank you!

Why was he saying this? What was happening!? Ohhh fuck! My cock flexes and jerks outside of my control, hard enough to cut glass and on the verge of going off.

Bling!

Mike: Oh shit dude, so fucking tight! Your bitch is so fucking tight! Fuckin grade A white pussy right here!

There on my screen is a picture of Mike's thick chocolate hued cock buried two thirds of the way into my Jane's tight white bald pussy. Micheal, my best friend and practically a brother, was right now plowing my girlfriend. Going deeper than I ever could. Stretching her like I never could. Owning her pussy in every way better than I ever could.

I go into a sort of numb state. Jealousy didn't even begin to describe my emotions in that moment.

I take in a long slow breath and very gradually let it out. I gently lay the phone down beside me, screen down, and close my eyes. I focus my concentration on not jizzing my pants there and then. I manage it, just barely.

I couldn't keep reading these texts. It was delicious, rapturous ****. Two parts mind bending ecstasy blended with one part soul wrenching pain. The pain somehow only making the pleasure soar higher. It was...horribly blissfully WONDERFUL...but I had hit my limit. I couldn't...I just couldn't.

Sitting alone in the silence of my living room I push the phone away. I would not read any more. I could not read any more.

As it turned out that would be the final text of the night anyway. My girlfriend and best friend now far too busy with each other to bother keeping me updated any longer.