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A Fatal Desire
by Secret Cuckold (marx_and_jesus@yahoo.ca)

***

A husband is humiliated by a sexy slut wife. The 
husband is a helpless victim of his wife's promiscuity 
from the outset of their marriage. The wife's carousing 
has some serious consequences, more than could ever be 
imagined. (M+/F, wife-exh, husb-voy, swing, cuck, preg)

***

It was the wildest party I had ever hosted.

My wife Beth had been getting ready for the party all 
day. She is one of the most attractive women in our 
neighbourhood, and was always one of the hottest women 
whenever we went to a bar or somewhere in public. Men 
were constantly checking her out, and what's worse, she 
was constantly giving them something to look at. You 
see, 

Beth is the kind of woman that makes a man tremble in 
her presence. She has long blonde hair that is usually 
tied up. She has large breasts, probably 40DD, that she 
is constantly flaunting: she wears a low-cut shirt 
everywhere. I've seen her go to work with shirts that, 
if she moved too much, had the edge of her nipples 
peaking over. What's even more mouth-watering are her 
hips and ass. You can tell by looking at Beth that she 
was built for fucking: she has wide, baby-making hips, 
and an equally wide, round ass that is usually covered 
by a thong. 

 If anything, Beth is not modest. And she has never had 
a problem humiliating me in public, despite my private 
pleas for her to stop. For the party, for example, she 
is going to be wearing a sheer white tank top, with a 
plunging neckline, and a black bra. She is wearing an 
extremely short miniskirt that goes one or two inches 
above the line where her ass and legs meet. Her tits 
are so big, they're bulging out of her shirt and with 
this particular shirt there is very little coverage on 
the breasts at all, so the tops of her big brown 
nipples are showing. Every man at the party will be 
watching her.

 My wife had arranged this party, so I knew that there 
would naturally be a lot of men there. My wife has a 
vibrant social life: she is always going out with the 
girls from work, or sometimes she'll go to dinner with 
a male co-worker. She has stayed out all night on 
several occasions; I've never asked her where she went 
on those nights. She also knows a lot of women, too, 
but most of them, from what I've seen, know mine and 
Beth's little secret. I like to be cuckolded.

 A brief bit of background: me and Beth got married six 
years ago. On our honeymoon, I was humiliated by Beth 
for the first time. She has spent the first night of 
the honeymoon with me, but she spent two nights in a 
row in my best man's room, my brother. It was the 
adjoining room to ours and they were linked by a door, 
so I peaked inside the door and watched, angrily and 
excitedly, as my wife was pounded by my much stronger 
brother. 

My brother also had a bigger cock than me, and Beth 
convulsed multiple times in the two nights they spent 
together. She probably would have stayed with him 
longer but he had to fly back home on the third day. I 
had regretted asking him to come along; him and Beth 
had gotten along so well before we got married, and I 
wanted her to feel extra safe. And that was her excuse 
for going to his bedroom for the two nights.

"Honey," she cooed in her soft voice at that time, 
"it's just that your brother Michael and I want to stay 
up late tonight talking, because I feel extra nervous 
about falling asleep in this foreign country. You're 
not jealous, are you?" she looked at me so innocently, 
knowing that she was utterly humiliating me.

"B-b-b-but I thought that I-I-I could keep you safe," I 
stuttered in a desperate reply.

"Oh you can baby," she reassured me with a smile. "It's 
just that tonight, I need to talk to Michael. Don't 
worry, it's about you and me. I want to find out more 
about you growing up and that. Don't stay up too late." 
She didn't give me another chance to protest, she 
slinked out of the room and into the adjoining room 
where I knew my brother was sleeping. I could hear the 
squeaking of the bedsprings as she joined him in bed, 
and shortly thereafter, started fucking him.

 But that was six years ago. Since then, I have 
confessed to my wife that I enjoyed watching her with 
other men, and often fantasized about it on the nights 
when she went out with her friends or when she went to 
dinner with a co-worker for a few hours. 

"Oh baby, that's so sweet," she said the night that I 
told her, shortly after we finished making love. 
"That's really great, then. I've been trying to be a 
good wife for you, and now you've told me what I need 
to do in order to make you happy. And it just so 
happens that that makes me happy! Honey, I hope you 
don't mind, but I already sort of knew that you enjoyed 
this so I have been dressing a little more revealingly 
for the men in my office. Don't worry though, nobody 
has ever fucked me except you," she smiled again, 
acting as if I didn't know about her and my brother.

"Just promise me that you'll make him wear a condom if 
you carry it out. We both know that you don't really 
like taking birth control pills, so I just want you to 
be safe," I explained.

"Of course baby! I will only let you come in me. Nobody 
else," she batted her eyelashes to look extra innocent. 

It was like that for this party tonight. My wife, 
despite wearing a shirt that clearly showed the top of 
her nipples and her big, bouncy breasts, and a 
miniskirt that if she bent over would show you every 
little detail between her legs, was clearly trying to 
attract attention. And it was not mine. When I started 
pawing at her before the party, she pushed me off right 
away.

"Honey, you know that I have been getting ready for 
this party all day! Don't mess up my hair or 
outfit...you wouldn't want your wife's tits hanging out 
for all the men to see tonight, now would you?" she 
argued, as if her tits were not already hanging out of 
her shirt. Maybe she was giving me a hint as to her 
plans that night.

Around 9 p.m., everyone started to show up. It was only 
a few people, really. I didn't know any of them. Most 
were guys, and they all chatted up my wife at different 
points in the evening. I noticed that there were some 
women at the party that were talking to the large 
number of men, but they often talked in hushed tones 
and pointed and giggled at me, as if they knew 
something I didn't.

I did know that something was up; my wife kept leaving 
to go to the bathroom and usually another guy would 
follow her upstairs. She would go for twenty minutes at 
a time. I found myself looking for her and asking 
around but most of the guys just smirked when I asked 
where she was.

It got worse after midnight, though. At about 1 a.m., 
only 5 or 6 guys and 2 women were left. The two women 
said that they worked with my wife and indicated that 
they would be leaving soon. My wife came back from 
another trip to the bathroom, and her co-worker Peter 
followed her walking back downstairs. Peter was a big 
guy: he was probably 6'3" and 250 pounds of muscle. My 
wife had gone to dinner with him before, and once went 
on an overnight business trip with him. But what 
disturbed me the most is that when they came back 
downstairs, Peter sat down in the armchair in the 
living room, where everyone was. My disheveled looking 
wife, whose tits were almost exploding out of her 
shirt, actually sat on Peter's lap and looked at me 
innocently. I didn't say anything, and Peter winked at 
me.

The party soon turned to talking about women, as it 
dwindled down to 4 guys aside from me. All of them knew 
my wife and crowded around her and Peter in the living 
room. I'm not sure how the conversation got to this 
point, but I had briefly left the room only to walk 
back in and hear one of her co-workers, Bill, say

"Beth, you know, on the subject of pictures at work, I 
would really love to have a picture of you in a bathing 
suit. You look like a model, to be honest, and it 
doesn't look like your husband minds." He shot a smug 
look in my direction.

"Bill, you're so naughty!" my wife giggled. I watched 
as Peter rubbed her back while she sat on his lap. My 
wife stood up from Peter's lap, much to my relief. 

"Well, you guys have been bugging me all night. And 
Bill you are so darn persuasive! I know you all have 
cellphones with cameras, so why don't you just wait 
here. It's nothing y'all haven't seen before, so I 
don't know why'd you want to see it now. I guess I can 
show you guys my new bathing suit," she gloated to 
them. Immediately a wave of dread came over me. Her new 
bathing suit was a white, one piece suit, and she 
looked so buxom in it it was unfit. I stepped out of 
the living room and followed her as she went upstairs. 

"Baby," I said as I walked up behind her, "y-you're not 
really going to wear that bathing suit you bought last 
week, are you?" I asked plaintively.

"Oh, stop being such a worry wart. You know how the 
boys from work get. And besides, you shouldn't be 
jealous, you told me that you liked the idea of being a 
cuck. Now, nobody here is judging you, they're all too 
busy paying attention to me. So stop whining. You can 
watch me change, though, if you like." 

"Baby, w-why have you been going upstairs so much 
tonight. I feel like there is something you're not 
telling me," I confessed.

"Don't be silly! You know that I have to pee a lot when 
I get drunk. Sometimes one of the guys from work would 
check in on me to make sure I was alright, but nothing 
else happened. I promise!" she swore, but I could tell 
by her little grin that we both know what was going on.

 I was too humiliated to even watch my wife undress in 
our bedroom and she slipped into her new bathing suit. 
She was stunning in it. But she was also practically 
naked. It was completely see-through, and you could see 
everything: her nipples, her tits, her pussy lips, her 
ass. 

"Y-y-you're not going to really wear that in front of 
them, are you?" I pleaded after she put it on.

"Shhhhhh," she shunned me. "Listen, why don't you stop 
worrying about me. I think Peter and Bill might be 
trying to sleep with me, and I just want to tease them 
a bit. By the way, honey, you don't mind sleeping on 
the couch tonight, do you? I might need the whole bed 
to myself tonight after all this drinking. Hope you 
don't mind." She grinned as she checked herself out in 
our mirror.

"Looks like I'm ready!" she exclaimed as her nipples 
hardened, showing through her bathing suit.

I was stunned. I knew that my wife didn't need the bed 
to herself. But I also knew that I was utterly 
powerless. If the guys downstairs heard me protest too 
loud (the walls and floors are pretty thin) then they 
might come up here to find out what was going on. I 
really did not want my wife to go back downstairs. I 
could see a wet stain on her bathing suit on the pussy 
part.

My wife went back downstairs and strutted to the middle 
of the living room. I followed her downstairs and stood 
in the doorway as the four guys gawked. 

"You don't mind us taking a little peak at little Beth 
here, do you?" Bill yelled to me from the other side of 
the room. Everyone broke out in laughter, including 
Beth. I felt like crying.

Beth stood in the middle of the room and twirled 
around, showing every man all the parts to her body. 
She then sat down on Bill's lap. He looked like he had 
expected this all night.

"Come over here to Daddy!" he laughed, and the other 
guys watched as Beth sat down on his lap. This was too 
much for me. I had to go to bed. Defeated, I went 
upstairs to the guest bedroom and went to bed with all 
my clothes on. I could hear everything going on 
downstairs in the living room, and I knew that I would 
be able to hear everything in our master bedroom right 
beside the guest room.

I had barely turned off the light when I heard the 
doors downstairs close and two cars leave. But that 
still left 2 other guests...probably Bill and Peter, I 
thought to myself. I was a bit mad.

My suspicions were confirmed when I heard the footsteps 
coming up the stairs. My curiosity piqued, I cracked 
the door a little bit to look out into the hallway. I 
saw Peter walk by first with what looked like a hard on 
in his pants. My wife followed second, with a pair of 
hands on her waist, and the top half of her bathing 
suit pulled down to her stomach. Her tits were 
completely out, bouncing as she walked. I saw whose 
hands were on her hips – it was Bill. All three went to 
the master bedroom, and as I quickly retreated to the 
guest bed, I could hear the bedroom door close. 

My wife giggled in the bedroom. I put my ear to the 
wall and could hear every word.


"Beth, I can't believe your husband has been letting 
you fuck other men for so long," I could hear Bill 
bellow.

"Shhh," Beth chided him, "my husband is in the other 
room! He might hear you!" she said, and I could hear 
the giggles in her voice. "Besides," she added, "he 
doesn't even know that I was doing this long before he 
told me he wanted to be a sissy cuckold." I could hear 
the two men laugh at this answer.

Suddenly the room was silent, except for some soft 
sucking and kissing noises. I was incredibly aroused; 
my cock was throbbing. I thought I heard a soft moan 
come from my wife, so I had to go over to the master 
bedroom and look in. I sneaked open my door, and 
cracked the door to the master bedroom ever so 
slightly. 

What I saw was worse than what I saw on my honeymoon: 
my wife had the bathing suit still on, pushed down 
below her tits and the crotch part of the fabric was 
clinging to the inside of her left thigh, thus exposing 
her wet pussy and nice ass. She was on all fours, with 
her ass hanging off the bed. Peter, the muscled man, 
was standing in front of her with his pants down. From 
my vantage point, I could see everything clearly.

And what I saw was frightening. Peter's cock was 
probably 9 inches, much larger than mine. My wife's big 
pouty lips were wrapped tightly around his cock, and 
she was deep-throating it, bobbing her head up and 
down. She was rubbing Peter's abs as she sucked his 
cock. I was so jealous of his superior physique. 

From behind her though, an altogether different thing 
was happening. Bill, a fat and greasy dir-tbag that my 
wife worked for, was unzipping his fly while kissing my 
wife's ass, which was stuck upwards. He was licking 
just beside the fabric, which he had obviously forced 
over to the other side of her pussy lips. 

My wife seemed to be picking up speed on Peter when she 
let out an animalistic moan, a begging moan. One of her 
hands reached back towards her ass as she tried to find 
Bill's dick. Bill's dick was soon in her hands, as he 
had just taken it out of his jeans, and she was 
stroking it desperately. She pulled it towards her 
pussy. I could see from the door that she winced as 
Bill started to go inside her, and as she realized that 
she was going to have to let Bill thrust into her, 
causing Peter's cock to go deeper in her throat. My 
wife looked like she was having fun, but also like she 
had done this before. She briefly took her lips off 
Peter's cock.

"Listen, boys," she said panting, taking Peter's cock 
out of her mouth for a moment. "I need a baby. I 
already have a Dad for the baby. I just need a man to 
give me one. And one of you boys will have to get me 
pregnant tonight." She said it with a mischievous grin 
on her face. 

I could not believe my ears. My wife seemed to thrust 
harder back against Bill as he thrust harder when she 
said that. Beth started moaning with each thrust.

"Bill," she moaned and stopped sucking Peter's cock 
again. "Bill, I want your seed. Bill I want your baby. 
You're my boss. My husband won't know the difference, 
Bill. I...I...oh yes Bill...I...I love you Bill," my 
wife moaned, taking Peter's cock in her mouth again. 

I was devastated by this loss. I watched on in horror 
as Peter started rubbing my wife's 40DD tits as she 
swallowed his large cock, and I realized that my wife 
was using me. Everyone must know about it, I thought to 
myself. Everybody at her work, my work, our family 
friends, her parents, probably my parents...it dawned 
on me that wife had been doing this for years. She 
fucked my brother Michael on our honeymoon! But taking 
on her boss and co-worker and begging for a baby, 
saying I'll be the cuckolded fool, that is 
unprecedented. The humiliation! And, for all my 
strength, I could not hold out my humiliation without 
getting incredibly hard and aroused, watching my wife 
try to conceive by getting tag teamed.

I wanted to be the willing husband, consenting to my 
wife's need for a baby by another man. So I came while 
my wife writhed back and forth sucking and fucking, her 
tits bouncing in Peter's hand, her pelvis jerking with 
Bill's each and every deep thrust. I could see from his 
face that everything about my life and my family was 
about to change.

"Oooh, I coming! Give me what I need Bill!" 


I went back to bed that night, crying as I though of my 
big titted blonde wife spending her entire night 
fucking practically all of her male co-workers, and 
finishing the night of with announcing her desire to 
have a baby, by another man.

***

The next morning was awkward. I awoke for breakfast and 
went downstairs, smelling cooked bacon and eggs. When I 
got to the kitchen my wife was in her robe, the front 
open, and she stood complete naked, open for everyone 
to see. There were the remains of the breakfast just 
consumed on the table, but the men who had fucked my 
wife had just left. My wife had cooked breakfast for 
them.

"Sorry hun," she said to me as she closed her robe and 
tied it, "you just missed it. My boss came by this 
morning and, after discussing several options last 
night at the party, he offered me a promotion, so long 
as I cooked breakfast." She smiled innocently. Of 
course, I knew she was lying and Bill and Peter had 
just left an hour before I woke up.

"And, sorry baby, there is none left for you. You'll 
have to eat cereal. Those were hungry men." She 
suddenly stopped, knowing that she had tripped up her 
own lie.

"M-m-men?" I stuttered. "You said your boss came by. 
That's a man, not men, Beth Listen, Beth, is there 
something you want to tell me? Last night was the first 
night that you ever had a party where you got so drunk 
that you wore your b-b-b-bathing suit," I started to 
lose my confidence and felt my ability to speak 
nosedive. My wife could see that I had lost my anger 
and was now just feeling humiliated, and she smiled. 
She smiled knowing that I remembered last night when 
she wore her see-through bathing suit to the living 
room, and sat on Peter's lap.

"Sorry honey," she corrected herself and interrupting 
me before I could ask her more about her bathing suit 
escapade, "I just was so excited that I forgot to 
mention that the assistance manager, Peter, was with 
him," she said, with a hint of a sneer. 


"O-o-oh," I trembled, my wife almost giggling at my 
pathetic stutter, "I see. Was he the one that you sat 
on his lap with? Didn't you go on a business trip with 
him? And wait a minute, just why were wearing your 
bathrobe open," I remembered aloud.

"That's nothing honey! It feel open after they left. 
I'm sorry." She looked so sincere. I felt ill, knowing 
my wife was trying to cuckold me and was lying right to 
my face about it. 

"And as for that business trip, we had a two-bed suite. 
We slept in separate beds. He is a complete gentleman. 
In fact, I don't think that he would fuck me even if I 
offered," she smirked.

"What about sitting on his lap? You avoided answering 
that question.

"Darling, sometimes we all have a bit too much to drink 
and end up needing help sitting up. You were too mopey 
to sit by, so I needed to sit somewhere! I felt 
comfortable with Peter, you know, with him being so 
buff and all," she hooted. 

"Besides, I don't remember anyone protesting it, now 
did I?" she looked at me accusatorily. I felt impotent 
and shocked, dominated but very angry at my wife. She 
was lying to me and enjoying it. But I didn't have the 
balls to confront her. But she pushed it in my face 
anyway, in her subtle, cruel kind of way.

"Well, honey, maybe I exaggerated about Peter. I think 
he would fuck me. But last night I swear he was a 
gentleman, baby. I swear. He didn't touch anything, and 
he didn't even look at my body under my bathing suit. 
He did kind of rub my bottom, though" she recalled. She 
smiled and looked like she was stuck in a gaze.

My wife acted as though nothing had happened, and our 
life should continue on as normal. But something about 
my daily life was about to change. It started on a 
Wednesday evening. I came home really late from work, 
it was probably at least 11pm. When I walked into our 
house, I expected to see my wife. Instead, the house 
was perfectly silent, except for the sound of springs 
squeaking coming from the master bedroom. 

As I went up the stairs towards the bedroom I could 
hear my wife's moans. She was clearly being fucked. I 
was angry after her last escapade and I wanted to see 
her reaction when I said that I wasn't going to be 
pushed around. I burst the door open.

Inside my bedroom, I saw a predictable sight. My wife's 
legs were in the air, and a well-built black man was on 
top of her, and I could see his powerful thrusts making 
our bed rock and shake. They didn't even notice that I 
had come in. 

"H-h-hey! What a-are you doing with my w-w-w-wife!?" I 
asked sternly. They stopped, and her stud turned and 
looked at me in the doorway.

"What does it look like, fool? I'm fucking this tasty 
bitch. I love blonde wife. She married to you, ain't 
she? I heard that you don't mind if other men have 
their way with your missus," he explan. My wife lifted 
her head from the bed just enough so she could see me.

"Hi honey. Can you sleep on the couch tonight, or in 
the guest room tonight? I'm actually going to be doing 
this until later tonight. I'm glad you don't mind. 
Tyrone won't hurt you..." she was cut off by Tyrone. 

"Unless you got any more questions, it would seem that 
your wife and I have some business to attend to." He 
said arrogantly. I was stunned silent: my pretty Beth 
was being pounded by a large, muscular black man, and I 
had not choice but to submit to both of them. I was 
humiliated. When I was in the guest room late at night, 
I could still hear them fucking, and every once in a 
while my wife would giggle or laugh out loud, and it 
sounded like some of those times they were talking 
about me. Either way, my wife was becoming more used to 
having me openly see her affairs. 

I slept in the guest room again that night, 
masturbating three times as I heard my wife making 
noises. I wondered about condoms again, but fell asleep 
after crying for a few hours.

Beth started to really up the ante with her sexuality 
on the first weekend after the party, and after getting 
tag-tea med by Bill and Peter. It was a hot weekend, 
and everyone was in their summer wear. On Saturday 
morning, my wife decided that she would go sunbathing. 
I was eating my breakfast when I saw her come down the 
stairs in a different white bathing suit than the one 
she had at the party. This one was barely white; it may 
as well not have existed at all. It was so sheer that 
it was nothing but a shiny covering to my curvy wife's 
body. Her nipples darkened the fabric and could be seen 
clearly, especially when they got hard. 

"Honey," she called out as she was coming down the 
stairs. "Don't mind me, I just wanted to get some 
tanning done today." She gave me on of her gorgeous 
smiles as she walked through the kitchen to the door 
going into the backyard. I could see her tits bouncing 
as she strode casually through the house, looking like 
a porn star. She knew that her bathing suit was turning 
me on.

I watched as she went to our backyard and got out her 
tanning chair. She had a book in her hands, but I 
doubted if she even had read the jacket of the book. I 
knew what she was going out back to do. 

You see, my backyard is visible to six houses. In all 
of those houses are at least one male. And I know my 
wife wasn't about to sit in the sun for the tan. She 
knew I would pay for her to go to a tanning bed, as I 
had offered many times, but she was not interested in 
tanning inside a capsule. 

I knew that someone from one of those six houses would 
be watching. It might be one of the teenage boys out 
back (God knows the teenage boys of the area love my 
wife: I have overheard several conversations among 
teenage boys in our area about a "blonde knockout with 
big tits" and, knowing my wife's notorious good looks, 
knew that they had to be referring to her), or it might 
be one of the neighbourhood men, or it might be a 
passerby who happened to catch a glimpse from one of 
the backstreets. It didn't take me long to find out.

My wife had barely opened her book when I heard a male 
voice from the side of the house. I immediately got an 
erection. And then Mike came into view, slowly walking 
towards my wife. He only had a pair of shorts on, as he 
was just washing his sports car that morning. I had 
always thought that Mike fancied my wife; he lived two 
houses down, but I could swear I had seen him on his 
deck the odd time watching my wife sunbathe, or put 
clothes out on the line, or just sitting around out 
back. 

I never said anything because he never did anything, 
but also because I was intimidated by him. Mike was a 
bodybuilder; he was twice as big as any man my wife 
worked with, including Peter. He never seemed to wear a 
shirt on hot days, and he was an imposing looking man. 
I knew that if he saw my wife in that bathing suit, I 
was in trouble.

"Beth, what are you out doing today?" I heard him ask 
casually as he walked into our yard. Sure enough, he 
wasn't wearing his shirt. "Shouldn't you be inside 
looking after your husband?" I heard him inquire, 
obviously checking to see if I'm home. 

"No, why would I need to look after him, sugar?" my 
wife replied. She never called me "sugar". 

"I just thought..." Mike trailed off as his eyes 
trained in on her huge breasts. 

"I know what you are thinking 'bout, sugar," my wife 
naughtily replied. Mike knelt down beside her lounge 
chair, his face no more than a foot away from my 
wife's.

"What's that?" he growled.

"Well, maybe we should go on inside," I heard my wife 
whisper. Mike did not look like he was about to go 
inside. 

"Beth, do you want to come over to my house, maybe have 
some drinks, or maybe you want to take a ride in my 
Corvette?" Mike looked around as he said that, scanning 
to see who might catch him with my wife. I could hear 
every word of it, and my heart sank when he said 
"Corvette". My wife always cooed when she saw his 
Corvette, telling me how nice of a car she thought it 
was and how I should invite Mike over for a beer 
sometime.

"Your Corvette!?" my wife exclaimed. "Oh Mike," she 
said as she put her hand on his bicep and started 
rubbing it, "do you really mean that? I've always 
wanted to ride in your car. How about you let me go 
inside and get ready and then we'll go for a drive, 
sugar?" she explained. Mike just nodded. "I'll be 
waiting," he said as he walked back towards his house. 
My wife came back in, and I pretended I had not seen 
her exchange with Mike.

"That was fast!" I said to her as she came back 
indoors. Her nipples were rock solid, meaning she had 
just been aroused. She just smiled at me and ran 
upstairs. 

She came back down ten minutes later, dressed with her 
most revealing clothes: a black bikini that supported 
her breasts with a strap around her neck, and a white 
pair of short-shorts on. You could see the trace 
outlines of a pink thong under the shorts. 

"I'm going over to Mike's house today, honey," my wife 
said with a big charming smile as she came back down 
the stairs, fixing one of her big looped earrings. 

"W-what for?" I asked in a trembling voice, the same 
voice I use whenever I sense that I am being sexually 
humiliated. 

"Mike wants to show me his car, and you know how I've 
always wanted to hop on Mike's ride," my wife said with 
a dirty smile. Her tits were glistening in the heat, 
and the bikini looked like it was almost ready to 
break. I then heard the loud honk of a car and the 
revving of a powerful engine. Mike's car was in front 
of the house.

My wife ran out the door after giving me a brief kiss 
and telling me not to worry. She didn't come home that 
night, but when she got back the next day she explained 
that Mike's car had broken down while they were out on 
a drive and she had to wait for Mike to get it 
repaired, I knew different. The car was back in Mike's 
driveway less than ten minutes after he picked her up, 
and late into the night the whole neighbourhood could 
hear a woman's loud moaning coming from Mike's house. 
The moans sounded like my wife.

My wife approached me one day after I came home.

"We have to talk," she said to me seriously. Beth was 
rarely this serious. I wondered what it could be, but 
had a bad feeling.

"Honey, I think I'm pregnant," she said after I sat 
down. 

"That's great honey!" I exclaimed, forgetting the 
parties and the visitors that kept me in the guest room 
at least one night a week. "When are we due?" I asked 
expectantly.

"That's the problem," my wife said to me seriously. "I 
don't know who is the 'we' in this one, honey."

"W-what does t-t-t-that mean, baby?" I asked, 
panicking. 

"Well, baby, lately we have playing our game a lot 
lately," she said accusingly.

"What game?" I asked.

"Baby, you know the game. You always ask me to make you 
a cuckold, honey. And I have really been trying to be a 
good wife and make you a cuckold, but baby, sometimes 
there are consequences to letting your wife fuck other 
men," my wife said sternly, clearly gathering her 
resolve for the bomb she was about to drop.

"Honey, the truth, because of all the partners you have 
been forcing me to sleep with, I really don't know who 
the father is. I mean, I hope it's yours, but it could 
be at least two other men's child." She said it so 
matter-of-fact that I was almost speechless.

"A-a-a-at least t-t-t-t-two?" I asked.

"Well, this might be painful honey, but maybe I should 
tell you the possibilities. Would you like for me to 
list them off?" my wife's demeanour changed, as her 
voice became smoky and angry, and her hands caressing 
my hard cock through my pants. She was teasing me.

"W-w-w-who?" I ask dreadfully.

"Let me think, honey. Remember that party when I 
dressed up in that cute little bathing suit as a joke? 
Well, to tell you the truth, I had let a couple men 
touch me even before I got dressed up. But I don't 
think I had sex that night. My boss at work, Bill, 
well, I didn't want to tell you this..." she trailed 
off. 

"You fucked him and Peter that night!" I blurted out, 
but not angrily, more so just to get it off my chest. 
It caught my wife by surprise.

"No, honey, I didn't and it's obvious that you have 
fantasies that suggest otherwise. I despise Peter. But 
Bill, well, Bill and I have been discussing some things 
at work and, as part of my new job, we end up going on 
day-long business trips, mostly to cities a few hours 
away. Sometimes I let Bill fuck me," my wife announced.

"What do you mean, 'let' him fuck you?" I asked, 
feigning anger but more aroused than ever. My wife's 
finger circled around the rim of my cock.

"Honey, sometimes I just got careless and we made love 
in his car. And one times, just once, he didn't wear a 
condom. I didn't notice until we finished." My wife 
started to flash her innocent smile again.

"And Tyrone, sometimes I didn't even ask Tyrone to wear 
a condom because he scared me. He really scared me 
baby. So I just let him put it in and..." 

"W-w-w-w-what if the baby is b-b-b-b-black?" I asked.

"Well honey, that doesn't matter. If you love me, then 
you'll love the child I bring home to you, 
unconditionally, right?" my wife asked. I knew the 
"unconditionally" part was her out so she could further 
humiliate me.

"Yes."

"So then, there's no problem! I mean, okay, I'll 
confess: it's more than two. Remember that time when 
Mike took me for a drive? Well, Mike asked to see me 
naked after we started driving. Since he had already 
seen me in that bathing suit I only wear for you, I 
didn't think it would be a problem." I couldn't believe 
my wife's amazing capacity for lying straight to my 
face.

"But don't worry baby. When we figure out who is the 
father, we'll get them to pay for some of the baby's 
expenses, okay? I promise." My wife acted as if it 
would be some kind of consolation for her to get some 
money from the prospective father of my future child. 
It didn't change the fact that my beautiful wife 
clearly has different priorities than me. I couldn't 
believe, thinking back, how many nights I had actually 
spent in our guest bedroom. 

"So, honey, now that that's done," my wife said with a 
look of relief, "I just wanted to let you know that 
Bill is coming over tonight, we have to go over some 
paperwork, and I told him it would be best if we just 
did the work in our master bedroom, and you can sleep 
in the guest bedroom. You're always so accommodating 
for our guests, baby." My wife smiled graciously again.

I spent the night crying again, hearing my wife making 
fun of me through our thin walls in between sexual 
bouts with her greasy boss. I knew that she was begging 
for his seed. I also noticed that Bill was the only man 
she said "I love you" to, aside from me, while fucking. 

***

One day after work I pulled into the driveway and saw 
Bill's car blocking the space that is normally for my 
car. Bill was my least favorite of my wife's lovers. He 
was a scumbag, a rat, but had a big cock. He was my 
wife's boss, and he took every opportunity he had to 
remind me of this. And, he was always cracking jokes 
about me with Beth, and the worst part is Beth would 
laugh with him.

I walked in the door and heard talking. No bed springs 
squeaking, no powerful moans, just talking. I walked 
into my living room to see Bill and my wife sitting on 
the couch, very close together. My wife was wearing a 
pair of tight jeans, and one of her shirts that shows 
off the top of her nipples. 

"Honey!" my wife exclaimed as she came in. "Bill wanted 
to come over tonight, and I thought we could all watch 
a movie together," my wife beamed. She was sitting so 
close to Bill that her right leg was hooked over the 
top his leg. Bill looked at me with a smirk. His hand 
was on Beth's leg, just rubbing her leg gently. My wife 
acted as though this was all normal.

"S-s-s-sure honey," I said sheepishly. "I'll watch a 
movie with you guys." They both burst out laughing. 

"You see honey," my wife told me, as Bill's hand crept 
closer to her crotch, "I told Bill that you would 
stutter when I asked you that. You always stutter when 
you're jealous," my wife teased. 

"Yeah," Bill chimed in, "you ain't got nothing to be 
jealous about. I won't hurt her," he joked, with my 
wife slapping his knee and chastising him with a huge 
smile on her face.

"Oh, Bill, you're so bad," my wife laughed. I watched 
in horror as Bill's hand went to my wife's crotch and 
started rubbing her there. My wife made a quiet moan. I 
sat down, not on the couch, but on the individual chair 
beside the couch. I watched as my wife looked up 
tenderly at Bill while he rubbed her clit. They looked 
like they were going to start kissing when Bill 
suddenly looked up at me.


"Get me a beer, will ya?" he barked at me. I was so 
stunned, and feeling humiliated because my wife would 
rather sit with him than me, I got up.

"Yeah, get me one too," my wife added. 

I went to the kitchen to get beer and could hear the 
sounds of wet kissing in the living room. I knew that 
they had their tongues down each other's throats. I 
just couldn't understand why my wife would fuck a man 
like Bill when she was also fucking bodybuilders, rich 
men, black men. But my wife was a mysterious woman.

When I got back to the living room my wife and Bill 
were just ending their kiss, with Bill's tongue being 
withdrawn from my wife's mouth. His hands had moved 
north to one of her tits, and one of her hands was 
rubbing his cock through his jeans. They stopped 
kissing but Bill left his hand on her tit and my wife 
left her hand on his cock.

"Thanks honey, you're so accommodating for our guests!" 
my wife congratulated me. Bill looked at me with a 
devious smile.

"Yeah, thanks. This is a real firecracker of a wife you 
got on your hands. The boys at the office are always 
talking about her tits or ass," he joked. "Stop it!" my 
wife said, again playfully reprimanding him.

"Well, it's true." He said matter-of-factly.

"But then I tell them all that she's the boss's girl 
and they all shut up," Bill laughed. I didn't like that 
he called my wife his girl, but my wife just looked at 
him approvingly as he humiliated me.

We started watching the movie after I ended up getting 
another round of beers for my wife and Bill. They 
turned the lights off while the movie was on. I watched 
in the light of the TV as my wife started to unzip 
Bill's jeans, right there with me sitting there. My 
wife struggled to get his cock out. When she finally 
had it out, I could see in the dark the reason why my 
wife fucked Bill: his cock was at least twice the 
length and girth that mine was. And, judging by how 
fast my wife put her lips around it, she liked it that 
way. Bill looked over at me while she sucked his cock.

"Bill, my girl here has started to help herself. Why 
don't you just run along and get us some more beers," 
he barked again. I stood up, a small erection clearly 
showing through my pants. While I was in the kitchen, I 
heard my wife giggle and then in a hushed tone say, "We 
can't do that in front of him!" to Bill. I couldn't 
hear what Bill was saying, but I knew it couldn't be 
good. When I came back in the room, Bill's cock was 
still out, but my wife wasn't sucking it anymore. She 
had just stood up to undo her belt and take off her 
jeans. I walked in as she slid her jeans down, 
revealing a nice black thong. I just watched her ass 
and then sat down as she sat down.

"Honey," she looked over at me. "I am going to sit on 
Bill here's cock, okay? I'm just going to rub against 
it because it's so much bigger than yours. I hope you 
don't mind." 

"Yeah, hope ya' don't mind if she takes a seat in a 
real man's lap," Bill jeered. "Oh Bill, don't be so 
mean to the little thing. He can't help that he was 
born with a little less below the belt!" my wife 
laughed, flashing me one of her signature I'm-
humiliating-you-but-pretending-not-to look. She sat on 
Bill's lap, facing the TV, her shirt still on, but only 
her thong on. And her hips were clearly gyrating on 
Bill's lap. I tried to watch the movie and look away, 
but my wife kept moaning "Bill" in sharp, quick 
whispers. Bill's hands were up her shirt, rubbing her 
large tits. She always loved to have them touched 
during sex. My wife looked over at me.

"Bill," she said staring at me, "we can't do this in 
front of my husband. Let's go upstairs to bed. And then 
you can put a condom on..." my wife continued to smile 
and stare at me.

"Beth, look at him. He's pitching a mini-tent over 
there watching you get handled by a real man. A man who 
can handle a woman with your body. And he knows that 
his cock is half the size of mine and you like mine 
more," Bill scoffed. I looked at them both horrified, 
my mini-tent obvious.

"Baby," my wife said to me while Bill's hands went down 
her ass, "listen, why don't you take out your little 
cock and rub it while I tell you something important," 
she asked. I knew that, again, something bad would come 
of this. I slowly undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and 
pulled out my four inch erection. My wife got a cruel 
smile looking at it.

"So, Beth, whose dick is it, my ten-inch anaconda or 
your hubby's four inch dime stack?" he sneered. 

"Baby you need to start jerking more now." She gasped 
as Bill slipped her panties down to her knees while she 
was still sitting on his lap. Her pussy was directly on 
his jeans, which he was opening as she started talking 
to me.

"Honey, the truth is Bill is right. I like his cock 
more. It's bigger, he's a better and stronger man than 
you are and deep down, honey, Bill just makes me feel 
better and pleases my body better. Him and a few 
others," she giggled. 

"Yep, buddy," Bill chimed in, "she's made her choice. 
Now if you don't mind," his pants fully opened "I'm 
going to give her what she wants. And she is really 
starting to show, by the way. Wonder whose bun in the 
oven's that is?" My wife moaned as he thrust his cock 
into her while she was sitting on his lap, her back to 
him, his hands wrapped around to her front and groping 
her large tits. 

"Bill, it might not be yours. I haven't been faithful 
to, oooh, I haven't, oooh, been faithful to any ooh 
one. I think that my oooh husband enjoy ooooohs 
watching me get fucked by a bigger stud, Bill. Fuck 
ooooh me, Bill, give me your seed. You never have to 
wear a condom with me, especially when I'm pregnant 
already. Fuck, oooh, fuck me Bill. You're so much 
bigger than oooh my husband." Beth looked like she was 
ready to come. So did Bill. She yelled as I saw a scene 
that would repeat itself for months.

This scene repeated itself for months, until my wife 
was fully pregnant and almost ready to give birth. I 
was nervous about that day. When it came, I got the 
call at work from Bill, her boss.

"Your wife's wife water just broke," he said. "We just 
sent her down to the hospital. I'll be there as soon as 
I can. Thought you might want to know," he said smugly. 

"Why will you be there?" I asked.

"Because we never know what might pop out of that 
woman," he laughed and hung up. I think he was hinting 
that he was the father. 

When I got to the hospital, Bill, Mike, Peter and a few 
of my wife's other male co-workers were there. I was 
surprised to see such a show of support, until I heard 
them talking.

"I bet it's Bill's kid," Peter said.

"It sure as fuck better be. I didn't want to get the 
woman pregnant. She just begged me to fuck her without 
a condom, so I did," explained my well-built neighbour 
Mike to the group of guys. They didin't even notice 
that I could hear them. 

I saw doctors and nurses running frantically around the 
maternity ward. One came into the room and asked for 
Beth's husband. I stood up. 

"Come with me," the doctor said sternly. He took me to 
the incubator room and showed me rows and rows of 
babies.

"Is there something you want to tell me before I fill 
out the birth certificate?" the doctor demanded. "N-n-
n-no," I stuttered. "Well, the reason I ask is that 
that's your baby." The doctor pointed to a cute black 
baby. I was horrified. I felt sick to my stomach. 

"Your wife says that she does not want you on the birth 
certificate. I just thought I'd let you know," the 
doctor said. "She's resting now so I can't let you see 
her, but just to let you know, she named" and he looked 
at his clipboard, "a Tyrone Jackson as the father of 
this child." I almost fainted.

"Did she name him yet?" I asked, hoping this was all a 
bad dream. "Yeah," the doctor smiled, "Tyrone 
Christopher Jackson, Jr." He walked away. I was 
stunned: my sultry blonde wife had gotten pregnant by 
Tyrone. And now I was going to be reminded on a daily 
basis that my wife prefers other men. She didn't even 
name the kid after me. I didn't know how I could face 
her without walking in and crying. 

The doctor cleared the waiting room by telling the 
other men that they were "definitely not the father" of 
the child. Tyrone Jr. had one father. And that father 
had been fucking my hot, curvy blonde wife. He had 
sucked on her tits, like I had. He had rubbed her ass, 
like I did. He had sucked on her nipples while she 
came... I was the most depressed I ever was in my life. 

I went into my wife's room in the morning when she woke 
up. When I walked in she was breastfeeding the baby: 
brown skin contrasted on her white skin. My wife looked 
up at me adoringly, as if everything was normal. I was 
terrified: here was a black baby nursing on my wife. 
I'm her husband. I'm white. All the nurses and doctors 
know, and they all look at me a little weird.

"Look at our bundle of joy!" my wife exclaimed. I was 
shocked. 

"Our bundle of joy? You named the kid Tyrone Jr. for 
Christ's sake," I said exasperated. My wife had a 
shocked look.

"Honey, you agreed to cooperate with this. You will 
either love me and our baby or you will leave. You 
wanted to be a cuckold husband, and now we have proof 
of it. Everyone knows now. And you stay with me." My 
wife demanded.

"But w-what will we tell other people?" I asked my 
wife.

"He's adopted." My wife smiled. "Aren't you, little 
Tyrone, she said looking down. I swallowed my pride.

"Honey, I have one thing to say about this," I 
stammered. "I just want to say that you have humiliated 
me. You have purposely humiliated me in front of your 
coworkers. I saw you get fucked by Bill and Peter. And 
Mike. And my brother, too. Beth, I love you, but I 
don't know how much more of this I can handle. But... 
oh, Beth, I love you and I will do anything for you!" I 
ended up begging. My wife acted as if I hadn't listed 
off a number of her lovers. 

"Listen, hun, Tyrone is going to be coming by soon. He 
wants to see his, oops!, I mean our baby." My wife 
laughed. 

I told her I would go to my parent's house for a few 
days and think things over. I saw Tyrone walking in to 
my wife's hospital room as I left. 

I lied to my parents and said that Beth was on a 
business trip. They didn't even know she was pregnant.

My worst nightmare and deepest and worst fears were 
realized in a matter of weeks. My wife had slept with 
many men, and I had listened to many of her bouts of 
sex with her lovers. My wife, who took legal vows to be 
faithful, has made love to at least ten other men. And 
she has finalized her cuckolding of me with a baby by 
Tyrone, her black lover. I was marked for the rest of 
my life with the horns of a cuckold. And worst of all, 
my wife pretended this was all completely natural. In 
fact, it was almost freaky.

I walked home and got into the doors, and heard 
nothing. And then the usual bedsprings squeaking away 
upstairs. Whore, I thought to myself for the first 
time. My pinup wife, my blonde bombshell, was giving 
her body to anyone but me. And now she was being 
fucked. 

I heard the shrill yell of "Tyrone!!! Oh Tyrone!" as I 
got to the top of the stairs. My wife was being fucked 
by the father of her child, the man who was not her 
husband, but was now moving into that position. Beth 
didn't even call me the entire time I was at my 
parents' house. I think she was too busy with the baby 
and, most likely, a few men. Even after being pregnant.

I walked into the master bedroom calmly, but acting as 
if I had a right to walk in my own bedroom. Tyrone was 
lying on his back on the bed, and a recently pregnant 
and beautiful Beth was riding his pelvis. I knew Tyrone 
had a big cock. And my wife's tits were swollen with 
milk.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled. Tyrone stopped 
pumping, and my wife stopped grinding down. My wife's 
face was sweaty, her blonde hair ruffled, her tits and 
chest covered with hickies. Lean and muscular Tyrone 
look bothered that I stopped them. Beth just looked at 
me and smiled.

"Honey, can you sleep on the couch tonight?" my wife 
pleaded. Tyrone looked on silently.

"Beth, what the..."

"What the fuck what? Listen man, I am fucking your 
tasty ass wife. This bitch loves my cock. She has my 
baby. You are just going to shut the fuck up and get 
used to some new shit around here. And," pausing to 
resume pumping my wife again, "I ain't going to sit by 
anymore and let Beth defend you. Beth knows who is boss 
now," Tyrone smiled.

I burst out into tears as their thrusts picked up. Beth 
covered her mouth as she laughed and moaned at the same 
time. Tyrone laughed. 

"What's the matter pussy?" my wife growled. "What's the 
matter? Big black man got you scared? Ooh, yeah, ooh, 
Tyrone, ooh, give it to me," my wife moaned. I sobbed 
harder as my wife insulted me. I was losing control.

"You woman! You promised me you would always have 
protected sex! You went around in bathing suits to 
humiliate me, you had Tyrone's baby for fuck's sake," I 
choked. Tyrone looked on laughingly. 

"Oh honey," my wife consoled me as she rode on Tyrone's 
cock. "That's what you get, for being a sissy cuckold," 
she hissed. "A sissy cuckold. Tyrone here satisfies me 
ooh more than you ever could. Tyrone, baby, I'm 
cumming!" my wife's hips started convulsing. I had 
taken out my cock while sobbing and stroked it 
pathetically while they fucked. I was having a 
breakdown; I knew something terrible was about to 
happen. I blew my load listening to my sweet wife, 
Beth, getting pounded by her lover and, unbeknownst to 
me, future husband. I came on the carpet and scurried 
off. 

I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, crying the whole 
time. I went out to the garage, leaving my wife behind 
in the bedroom with her man. I was losing my mind. I 
went out to my garage and looked at the rafters. 

"Perfect," I judged as I undid my belt. It was time, I 
felt, for me to remove myself from life. If my seed was 
not good enough for Beth, and if I was so low on the 
totem pole, and if I was as submissive as I have been 
acting lately, than I cannot think of a reason to live. 
That is why I decided, after ejaculating to the sound 
of my wife fucking her lover, that it was time for me 
to die. I wanted to stop existing. I couldn't face life 
with a black child and a white wife. 

I couldn't get the sound of her moans from a thousand 
nights out of my mind. Bill, Peter, Mike, my brother, 
everyone had a turn with my wife. And all behind my 
back, until recently. They are clearly biologically 
superior to me. Especially Tyrone: he is clearly vastly 
more suited to mate my baby-making wife. He impregnated 
her, not me. My humiliation and sense of defeat make me 
long for relief in death. 

I rigged together some rope and my belt over a rafter, 
with a loop on the belt that would tighten as weight 
was applied to it. I closed my eyes and contemplated my 
death.

"This is what Beth really wants," I bawl. I climb up 
onto my mini-step ladder, and stick my head through the 
loop in the belt. I push my feet off the ladder and 
felt a sudden rush, break and blackness. The last thing 
I saw in my mind was Beth, making love to Tyrone. 

***

Tyrone found my body two days later (he hadn't gone out 
to our garage before) and immediately called for help. 
Paramedics and police took my body away with my wife 
crying, and Tyrone's arm around her, and the baby in 
her arms. The police took statements from my wife and 
Tyrone. They wrote it off as a typical suicide. I was 
worthless to them as I was to everyone else. My death 
also had another serious consequence: it brought Tyrone 
and Beth closer together. They married almost days 
after I died in a secret trip to Las Vegas, and Beth 
soon got pregnant again. I was a forgotten memory. Beth 
would later take all mementos of me and throw them in 
the garbage.

The truth is, nature won out in this case. My wife, a 
beautiful maiden, needed to be serviced by an alpha 
male, not a beta male. Once she found her alpha male, I 
found my alpha male, too. Many of them. So by taking 
myself out of the gene pool by hanging myself in my 
garage, my wife let nature take its course and moved 
on. She had more children and was happier without me. 

Death makes you the ultimate cuckold. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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