Cuck

"Nnnngh!" I groan as I try to will my intense climax to last longer. I knew nothing good was coming once endorphins stopped flowing. But too soon the moment is over. Like stepping off a great cliff there is a moment of free fall as I crash down the other side of my giddy high. My passion spent, my bliss fading, all that is left behind is the shame and the guilt and the humiliation of it all.

I collapse on top of her and bury may face into her neck to hide my disgrace.

Not only had I given everything I had to give in a fool's quest to make my wife cum after she had a vastly superior lover and failed miserably, but I had endured it with an audience beside us and with the woman who owned my heart teasing and belittling me as I did so. I thought I had already hit my lowest point before but that was nothing compared to my feelings now. I had fucked her better than I had ever fucked anyone before...and it wasn't even close to enough.

There were no illusions, no false fantasies to cling to, the evidence had been gathered for all to see. While the ring on her finger bound Camille to me James had made her body his own. He stretched her like I never could. He had been places inside of her I could never reach. And he had brought her to realms of ecstasy I could never replicate and she could never forget. The actions of this night could not be erased. My inadequacies as a husband and a lover had been exposed forever.

The worst part, the very worst part, was the teasing at the end. "Smaller", "Little", "Quick", "Pinky Finger", and the list went on. Words no self respecting husband would ever want to hear from his devoted wife. How could she ever respect me again after that? How could she see me as a man when she now had "Daddy" to compare me to? Yet she had done it all with love in her deep blue eyes. She had done it because she thought I liked it. The final and ultimate indignity of it all? She was right. She was fucking right!

Downstairs I had almost cum in record time as I watched my wife handle and suck James' big rod. I blew my first load as Camille wailed through her first of many orgasms as James fucked her. My dick started getting hard abnormally quickly just from listening to them through the bathroom door. When I returned and witnessed James ravishing my wife, then stood and watched the condom break and him fill her up with his seed, I was harder and hornier than ever. Then the strange thrill of experiencing how different she felt after him. And then finally, when the teasing words came, I was immediately tipped over the edge to blow my wad again. Some deep, depraved, non-conscious part of me...liked it!

Pain, jealousy, insecurity, and inadequacy got me off, big time.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

"Ha ha ha ha!" My wife laughs. "Oh my god, baby, wow!" Her hands gently stroke my sweaty back and comb through my hair. Squeezing her pussy around my softening manhood I feel hot jizz, my own and James' mixed together, ooze out her pussy. "You came so hard! Oh my god, you were a maniac! Ha ha ha! Oh my goodness! He's not usually like this. I don't usually say stuff like that. Oh my goodness, Richard!"

To my left Linda sighs. "I give up, you're right."

"Told ya." James chuckles. "Every time."

Linda leans in and kisses the back of my neck as her husband leans in the other side to kiss Camille on the lips. Linda cuddles up against us while James shifts and sits up a bit higher.

"Right about what?" Camille cannot help but ask.

Linda hugs me tight and gives me another smooch to my shoulder. "My dear. Your husband...Richard...is a cuck." She grips my arm as she says it. "A cute and cuddly little cuck. James has a theory that any husband that lets him get past third base must be a cuck. I've argued with him but...every single time we swing and it gets this far...he's right."

"It just is what it is." James says. "Most guys show us the door the moment the pants come off. Only the cucks keep us around."

My cheeks burn with a blush of embarrassment but I make no sound of protest. I keep my face nuzzled into Camille's neck as I continue to lay on top of her.

"A cuck?" Camille laughs. "What the heck is a cuck?"