Being Cuckolded #64 Dinner for three
We sat at the table in the restaurant, a nice place, dimly lit but good food. I was the gooseberry, the odd one out, Magnus sat there drinking his wine and touching my wife occasionally. They were flirting, dinner was over and I was waiting for the receipt. Naturally I had paid for all of us, he didn't even offer..
My wife was wearing the earrings he had bought her, small diamonds sparkled as she giggled and coyly blushed for him. They were holding hands, it was my wife but I don't think anybody noticed. The waiter returned with my card and we got up to leave, even as Magnus held his hand on the small of my wife's back I twitched within my cage. A pathetic niggle of frustration, the fear of meeting the gaze of any other diners as we weaved between tables.
Stepping out of the restaurant his hand slipped lower, cupping her bottom as he guided her outside. I followed behind both of them, still holding my wife's handbag, feeling stupid. The car park to the restaurant was a loose gravel, crunching under foot as we made our way towards the car.
It was down by the river, I had parked on the far side facing the water. My wife gasped as she wobbled on her heels, the lose gravel making her unstable. Magnus caught her, pulling my wife into his arms, their eyes met and they kissed. I kept my eyes on the ground and walked past them to the car.
I stood there fumbling with the keys as they approached, my wife bumping into me as Magnus pushed her up against the car. She mumbled an apology out of her mouth as Magnus smothered her lips with his. He was groping at her body now, through the material of her dress.
I paused momentarily as Magnus slid down her body, tugging her dress up over my wife's hips. No underwear, my wife freshly shaved thanks to me earlier that evening. He kissed and licked her pussy as I stood there, holding the car keys impotently. I watched as he took my wife in front of me, took her in the last way that used to be reserved just for me. Before Magnus we had a rule, only I gave head to my wife, that was the only thing I could still do to please her. He took that away from me, showed me how insignificant I was.
One stocking leg dangled over his shoulder as he worked, her head lolled back and she rubbed her crotch into his face. I still stood there....dumbstruck as I watched him satisfy my wife. My tiny shriveled penis aching in its cage, feeling my nuts wither as my wife groaned on his tongue.
Somebody came out of the restaurant and it immediately startled me. From the angle they couldn't see anything and we were far enough away that they didn't notice us. I whispered a warning anyway, maybe out of jealousy, maybe fear. "Somebody is coming". My wife's head perked up and Magnus stood up to see a couple walking away from us, toward the other side of the car park.
He glanced at me in annoyance. "Get in the car" he said and sank back down to continue licking my wife. The pit of my stomach knotted up, he wasn't going to stop. I gingerly played with the car keys for a few moments before doing as I was told. I sat inside silently, rubbing my cage and trying to see with the wing mirror. There was a deep groan as my wife orgasmed, it was an unmistakable low grunt as she fought to stay standing on one leg.
Magnus stood up and they kissed passionately as he pressed himself into her body. I imagined my wife shuddering and grinding into his crotch as her orgasm subsided. They fumbled against the side of the car briefly and then he picked my wife up, her bare arse still showing from her raised dress and her legs wrapped around him as he carried her over to the front of my car.
I watched my wife's buttocks slowly press onto the bonnet of my car, she lay back and showed me the top of her head as Magnus unzipped his monster between her soft spread white legs. It was an oddly frustrating view to be sat in the car as this happened, I could see what was happening, but it felt distant.
I couldn't see him enter my wife, but I knew that it had happened. My wife's body jolted up the bonnet of the car, her hands rolled back limp and her legs went floppy over his arms as he thrust into her. I sat there, limp dicked and useless as he fucked my wife in front of me, her legs spread apart and jerking with every thrust. I watched his lust and aggressiveness as he took my wife and filled her deeply, his power and authority belittling my own.
He tugged the top of her dress down to expose her breasts and began chewing on her nipples. he was fucking her so hard now my wife's legs were high above and rigid, pointing her heels at the night sky. I cringed at the thought of anyone else witnessing this, my wife's legs a beacon of the a****l lust Magnus was showing as he claimed her.
Nothing really compares to the visual castration of watching a better man take and satisfy your wife directly in front of you. To see her so happy she gladly accepts all of him, oblivious to your existence. To see him so determined to claim your woman for himself and put you in your place. It must be quite a buzz to do it, quite a statement of power to enjoy. It was over within a few minutes, but I knew even before I drove them home, it would continue in our marital bed that evening.
My wife was wearing the earrings he had bought her, small diamonds sparkled as she giggled and coyly blushed for him. They were holding hands, it was my wife but I don't think anybody noticed. The waiter returned with my card and we got up to leave, even as Magnus held his hand on the small of my wife's back I twitched within my cage. A pathetic niggle of frustration, the fear of meeting the gaze of any other diners as we weaved between tables.
Stepping out of the restaurant his hand slipped lower, cupping her bottom as he guided her outside. I followed behind both of them, still holding my wife's handbag, feeling stupid. The car park to the restaurant was a loose gravel, crunching under foot as we made our way towards the car.
It was down by the river, I had parked on the far side facing the water. My wife gasped as she wobbled on her heels, the lose gravel making her unstable. Magnus caught her, pulling my wife into his arms, their eyes met and they kissed. I kept my eyes on the ground and walked past them to the car.
I stood there fumbling with the keys as they approached, my wife bumping into me as Magnus pushed her up against the car. She mumbled an apology out of her mouth as Magnus smothered her lips with his. He was groping at her body now, through the material of her dress.
I paused momentarily as Magnus slid down her body, tugging her dress up over my wife's hips. No underwear, my wife freshly shaved thanks to me earlier that evening. He kissed and licked her pussy as I stood there, holding the car keys impotently. I watched as he took my wife in front of me, took her in the last way that used to be reserved just for me. Before Magnus we had a rule, only I gave head to my wife, that was the only thing I could still do to please her. He took that away from me, showed me how insignificant I was.
One stocking leg dangled over his shoulder as he worked, her head lolled back and she rubbed her crotch into his face. I still stood there....dumbstruck as I watched him satisfy my wife. My tiny shriveled penis aching in its cage, feeling my nuts wither as my wife groaned on his tongue.
Somebody came out of the restaurant and it immediately startled me. From the angle they couldn't see anything and we were far enough away that they didn't notice us. I whispered a warning anyway, maybe out of jealousy, maybe fear. "Somebody is coming". My wife's head perked up and Magnus stood up to see a couple walking away from us, toward the other side of the car park.
He glanced at me in annoyance. "Get in the car" he said and sank back down to continue licking my wife. The pit of my stomach knotted up, he wasn't going to stop. I gingerly played with the car keys for a few moments before doing as I was told. I sat inside silently, rubbing my cage and trying to see with the wing mirror. There was a deep groan as my wife orgasmed, it was an unmistakable low grunt as she fought to stay standing on one leg.
Magnus stood up and they kissed passionately as he pressed himself into her body. I imagined my wife shuddering and grinding into his crotch as her orgasm subsided. They fumbled against the side of the car briefly and then he picked my wife up, her bare arse still showing from her raised dress and her legs wrapped around him as he carried her over to the front of my car.
I watched my wife's buttocks slowly press onto the bonnet of my car, she lay back and showed me the top of her head as Magnus unzipped his monster between her soft spread white legs. It was an oddly frustrating view to be sat in the car as this happened, I could see what was happening, but it felt distant.
I couldn't see him enter my wife, but I knew that it had happened. My wife's body jolted up the bonnet of the car, her hands rolled back limp and her legs went floppy over his arms as he thrust into her. I sat there, limp dicked and useless as he fucked my wife in front of me, her legs spread apart and jerking with every thrust. I watched his lust and aggressiveness as he took my wife and filled her deeply, his power and authority belittling my own.
He tugged the top of her dress down to expose her breasts and began chewing on her nipples. he was fucking her so hard now my wife's legs were high above and rigid, pointing her heels at the night sky. I cringed at the thought of anyone else witnessing this, my wife's legs a beacon of the a****l lust Magnus was showing as he claimed her.
Nothing really compares to the visual castration of watching a better man take and satisfy your wife directly in front of you. To see her so happy she gladly accepts all of him, oblivious to your existence. To see him so determined to claim your woman for himself and put you in your place. It must be quite a buzz to do it, quite a statement of power to enjoy. It was over within a few minutes, but I knew even before I drove them home, it would continue in our marital bed that evening.
8 年 前
