Tom's final defeat

He stared at the spot she'd just been, the echo of her laughter haunting him. With a heavy sigh, he turned to the stove, his mind racing. The idea of serving Kyle breakfast, let alone watching him be pleasured by Sandra, made his stomach churn. But he knew that was what his wife expected of him.

The sound of his own footsteps seemed unnaturally loud as he approached their bedroom, the door slightly ajar. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what awaited on the other side.

The scene that met his eyes was something from horny teen's fantasies. The young blond slut knelt before Kyle on the edge of the bed, her mouth eagerly wrapped around the his cock. The sight of her made him ache—his mind reeling from the thought of what she could do with that mouth. But it was Emma who drew his gaze—his wife, her grey eyes dark with lust as she kissed Kyle deeply, her hand tangled in his hair.

Kyle's eyes flickered open, catching Tom's gaze. He smirked, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Ah, Tom. Right on time."

Tom felt a wave of resentment crash over him, but it was dwarfed by the undeniable arousal that surged through his veins. He knew he should look away, leave, do anything but stand there—but he couldn't.

Sandra looked up from her task, a strand of saliva connecting her mouth to Kyle's cock. She grinned at Tom, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Stop staring, cuck!"

Kyle's hand slid down to her ass and gave her a gentle slap, "Stop it, slut! Tom has brought us breakfast!" Sandra pulled off with a pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Kyle's glistening tip. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and giggled, "Good morning, Tom!"

Tom's eyes remained glued to the floor, feeling a strange mix of anger and arousal. He couldn't believe what he had just seen, his own wife with another man, and yet again he had no control over the situation. He cleared his throat, trying to find his voice. "I...I made breakfast."

Emma broke her kiss with Kyle, her eyes never leaving Tom's face. She leaned back on the bed, her breasts pressing together, and patted the space beside her. "Come in, Tom. Set it down here."

With shaky hands, Tom placed the tray on the nightstand, his eyes flicking to the TV where the news played out the mundane events of the day. It was a stark contrast to the scene before him. Kyle lounged against the headboard, his cock still hard, his stomach muscles rippling slightly with every breath. Sandra, still naked, hopped off the bed and skipped over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Thank you, Tom," she said sweetly, her voice dripping with fake innocence.

Tom gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the way she ground her bare ass against his thigh, the heat of her body burning through his pants. He focused on Emma instead, her grey eyes watching him with a knowing smile.

"Look at what a good cuck you are," she said, stroking Kyle's chest. "Always taking care of us."

Tom's mind raced with thoughts, but he couldn't form coherent sentences. He felt like a pawn in their game, a game he never wanted to play but somehow found himself in.

Kyle reached out and took a piece of crispy bacon from the plate, popping it into his mouth with a satisfied groan. "Mm, just how I like it."

Tom **** a smile, his jaw tight. "Glad to be of service."

Emma's smile grew wicked. "Oh, you will be, darling. You'll be of service all day long."

The smell of the food was overpowering, mixing with the musk of sex and the faint scent of Sandra's arousal. He could feel his own cock straining against his boxers, but he knew he wouldn't find relief here. That was reserved for Kyle.

He took a step back, his eyes lingering on the two of them, on their youthful beauty, and felt a pang of envy. "I'll leave you two to it," he said, trying to sound casual.

Emma waved him off. "Stop pretending! You'll just try to listen and jerk your little thing again." She gestured to the chair next to the bed. "Sit down and watch."

Tom's heart sank, but he did as he was told. He took the chair, his eyes glued to the bed. Kyle leaned back, his cock still hard from Sandra's attentions, and Emma straddled him, her legs spread wide. She took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly before guiding it inside her without a hint of hesitation. Tom's own cock twitched in his pants as he watched, his mind reeling with the reality of his wife's words.

Kyle groaned as Emma began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Fuck me like you mean it," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Make me pregnant. Give me a baby."

Tom felt like he was drowning, watching his wife's body move with such wanton need on top of the young man's. Emma's eyes rolled back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck me harder, Kyle. I want to feel you fill me up." She leaned back, her hands on Kyle's chest for balance, her breasts jutting out, begging for attention.

Tom's hand clenched into a fist, his eyes glued to the sight of Kyle's cock disappearing inside his wife's wet pussy. The sound of their skin slapping filled the room, punctuated by Emma's cries for more. She was soaking wet, so much so that Tom could see the glisten on Kyle's shaft each time he pulled out.

Sandra watched with eager eyes from the corner of the bed, her own hand sliding down to tease her clit, mimicking the rhythm of Kyle's thrusts. Her fingers played with her nipples, pinching and rolling them as she observed the intense scene unfolding before her.

Kyle's hand slammed down on the bed, his hips bucking up to meet hers. "Take it," he growled. "Take all of me, Emma."

Emma threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, god, yes!" she screamed. "Knock me up, Kyle! Make me a mommy!"

Tom sat in the chair, his body rigid with arousal and anger, his mind racing. He watched as Kyle's cock grew even harder, as Emma's cries grew more ****. Sandra's breath quickened, her own arousal building as she watched Kyle claim Emma's body.

And when it was over, when Kyle had emptied himself inside her, Emma turned to Tom, her eyes glazed over with lust. "What do you think? Kyle is doing a good job, isn't he?" Sandra, unable to contain herself any longer, fell forward, her own hand still toying with her sensitive flesh. "He's amazing," she whispered, her voice shaking with excitement.

Emma smiled at her young friend's words and leaned back, her legs still spread, giving Tom a full view of her used pussy, glistening with both of their juices. "You should thank him for his hard work."

Tom felt his stomach churn but found himself nodding, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Thank you, Kyle."

Kyle chuckled, trying not to start laughing, "Sure, Tom. No problem at all!" He leaned back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

Tom's mind was racing. The thought of Kyle impregnating Emma was not just a fleeting fantasy anymore, it was becoming a reality that he wasn't quite ready to face. "Emma," he started, his voice cracking with tension. "What if...what if he really does?"

Emma looked over at him, her eyes still full of passion. "What if he does?" she asked, her voice challenging. "Would that be so bad?"

Tom's jaw clenched, his fists tightening. "What are taking about? I though we wanted to have kids together!?" The words hung in the air, thick with accusation.

Emma leaned over Kyle, her breasts swaying slightly as she propped herself up on her elbows. "We do, Tom," she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness. "When Kyle gets me pregnant, you can take care of the kid and be a proper cuckold."

Tom felt his face heat up, a mix of anger and humiliation burning through him. But as he looked into Emma's grey eyes, something within him crumbled. He didn't know why, but he had to trust her. This was the woman he'd promised to love and cherish, the woman who had the power to make him feel so alive with just a simple touch.

He took a deep breath, willing the anger to dissipate. "Okay," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay."

Emma's smile grew, the corner of her lips tilting upwards as she reached out to caress Tom's cheek. "Good cuck," she said, her voice full of affection.

Kyle took the opportunity to lean over and grab Emma's nipples, twisting them gently. She gasped, throwing her head back, her eyes rolling up in pleasure. "Mm, yes," she moaned. "Just like that, do you want to go for round two?"

Kyle nodded his head and eagerly leaned forward, kissing Emma deeply, his cock already starting to swell again at the thought of plunging into her warm embrace once more.

Emma turned her head to look at Tom, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You can go get ready for work now, darling." She turned to Sandra, who was still jilling her clit, watching the scene unfold. "Why don't you come here, sweetheart?" she beckoned, her voice filled with the authority of a woman in control. "You've been such a good girl, you deserve a taste too."