I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy it, I did. More than I thought I would. I'm not going to say I wasn’t hurt by it, far from it, it hurt bad. It was partly my doing. What I will say is that it's done now, shit happens, but I don’t think I can ever move on.
Yes, I'm talking about infidelity. The worst sort. The sort where I was complicit. I’m talking about watching my wife fuck another man. I'm talking about watching as someone explored her in ways I was never able to.
My wife Ladygoo and I met in a game called Haven and Hearth when we were sixteen. I loved the look of her naked character, and when we chatted on Skype she turned out to be a real girl! We chatted for months before I popped the question of whether she loved me. “I mean… I guess, Apxeolog?” I then invited her to live in my khrushchyovka in the dingy shithole that is Norilsk. We married a few days after. I was madly in love with her. Or at least in lust. What does a teen know about love? She was hot, sexy, a total Kazakh babe. I was horny, lonely, and unemployed. I’d spend all day making custom clients for my small circle jerk of friends who would in turn reinforce what little self-esteem survived my crippling depression.
Being a smaller man I always had trouble pleasing Ladygoo, she would always complain that I wasn't big enough for her, sometimes outright humiliating me during sex and it really upset me. I just wanted my wife to be happy, so the idea of her fucking a bigger man was starting to seem like an alright idea to me.
It all started when the incredibly successful foreign company Potter Petroleum began surveying Norilsk for oil reserves. Ladygoo and I were very scared that we would lose our apartment, so we made steps to contact the CEO. We were directed to Willy Potter himself, the owner of Potter Petroleum. He was extremely tall and muscular, he seemed nearly three times my size and I could tell he was packed below looking at the bulge in his pants. I was afraid of him. I quivered in his shadow and couldn't bring myself to complain about our home nearing demolition. Willy Potter had an intense stare, and his gaze would not leave my wife. I noticed a sparkle in Ladygoo’s eyes as she stared back intently. Wanting to end the awkward silence, I choked up “P-please can we discuss the future of my h-”. He cut me off, “Little man, if you would like to negotiate the future of your hovel you are cordially invited to a private dinner in my mansion.” “Y-yes, s-sir”, I responded and walked away with a sense of shame. He was everything I wish I could be. A real man.
That night, we showed up to Willy Potters incredible mansion. He was dressed incredibly dapper, sporting a custom-fit tuxedo and fine leather shoes. I looked down at my own drab clothes, I had a sauce stain on my singlet and some crusty gunk on my cargo pants. Willy eyed me up and down, I could sense some level of disgust. He looked towards my wife, grabbed her hand and with his deep, strong voice he exclaimed “My goodness, you are astonishing. I could ravage you right here.” She giggled. I can’t believe she giggled... He stepped to the side, we entered and sat down at the adorned mahogany table. Before I could get a word in, Willy opened up with a proposition. “Now I know you are a reasonable man Apxeolog, so I will urge you to consider carefully my words” I readied myself. He resumed “I understand that you are concerned for the future of your hovel, and I can understand. A small and pathetic specimen such as yourself should protect what it can, as terribly as you may attempt. But I believe I can help you in this endeavor. All I ask is that you relinquish your marital bond between you and Ladygoo for a mere night. Surely your future is worth the expense a night may hold?” I started stuttering out an answer, “w-wha...w-why” but was immediately interrupted by Willy’s commanding voice. “Excellent!” Before I could even notice he hadn’t cared to listen to my answer, he lifted Ladygoo in both arms, that same glitter in her eyes, haunting me, mocking me. Willy walked into the bedroom, not bothering to close the door.
I had begun by positioning my ear next to the wall, just to confirm my beautiful Ladygoo wouldn’t go through with this. I wanted to hear her refusal, her reluctance...her hesitation. There was none. The sounds of their love-making pounded through the house before my ear even touched the wall. I began to move away but the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh grew louder and louder. I couldn’t block it out. The sound of a better man invading my wife, stealing her body from me, taking the lust from my body and putting it into hers.
But then I heard talking. I walked back into the kitchen when I heard the conclusion of a discussion. “I knew you’d love the idea” Willy said in his masculine and powerful way. Then I heard the giant’s footsteps approach my direction. I started walking away, but then I tripped over my feet. I started crawling over to the corner of the room when Willy in his naked, demanding...powerful form marched in. All he demanded of my miserable existence was said in one word: “Watch.” Ladygoo walked into the room, and sat on the kitchen table, avoiding eye contact with me not because she was embarrassed of what she was doing but because of how disappointing I was...am. Willy began thrusting into her, taking over her body, making every crevice I had not known become known to him, and only him. Ladygoo’s moans were of pure ecstasy, the ecstasy I could never grant her.
Her moans. They never seemed to end, ringing in my ears...I thought days had passed when suddenly a change from the permanent cycle of love-making happened. I looked up from the tiles of the corner I was in...all that I had left. Willy Potter was standing over me, a skyscraper looming over a mere child. I could tell he was looking me in the eyes, but I couldn’t see his eyes from the distance. Not that I dared to meet his powerful stare. “Stand.” I obeyed. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. Willy commanded me to go to my wife. It was over. My wife had turned Willy away. The night was over. Finally…
“I’m so g-glad L-ladygoo...I knew y-you were w-waiting for the night to e-end.” Willy pushed me, and I fell over. I had landed in a pool of Willy’s cum, shocked out of my hopes. He shook his head and said “You misunderstand. You shall lick up my procreative juices from the chasm of your wife’s crevice.” I started bringing myself up, stammering “b-but that w-wasn’t part of the d-deal! R-right G-goo?” I was cut off by myself this time, slipping while recovering from my prone state, falling back into the puddle of Willy’s man juice. Willy stated matter-of-factly, “This was her idea.” I crawled up, unable to utter a word, merely attempting to make eye-contact with Ladygoo, see the innocence within her eyes in the old days, her compassion...all I saw was hate. Ladygoo broke off eye-contact and instead addressed Willy: “I told you he was too dumb to understand. Tell him again.” Willy sighed and said it again, “You shall lick up the results of our love-making directly from her depths.” I could hardly believe it. But what came next I couldn’t believe. I was actually standing up in front of my wife, after she had relations with another more powerful man, to clean the results of their procreation attempts from her womanhood with only my tongue.
I winced and bent forward. At once I felt emasculated and pathetic, but my throbbing erection betrayed my thoughts. Ladygoo was spread eagle on the kitchen table, a creamy white mess dripping down the inside of her thighs. I leant in. the smell was overpowering. A rush of thoughts fired off, I instinctively pulled away, I couldn’t go through with it. I went to pull my head back, when I felt her dainty but powerful arms grip my hair tightly. “Get on with it you little faggot, you love cum don’t you!” she screamed at me. She forced my head towards her swollen chasm, I tried to struggle but she was too powerful. At the last moment I jerked away, but with a final tug of my hair, my nose was submerged in Willy’s man batter. In the struggle, I managed to snort up a thick glob of semen. I began coughing incessantly, as Ladygoo screeched, “Does that taste good? Do you know what a real man tastes like now?” She began pounding against my head with her sticky gash, leaving a thick coat of semen and snot all over my face. I reached down and began touching myself as the onslaught and taunts continued for at least another five minutes… I came and began crying.. What had I done..
Before I knew it, Willy Potter was coming over every day, and each day it was the same routine. He'd come through the front door unannounced, hang his coat on the hanger. Sometimes I'd meekly whisper "H-hello", but he'd saunter past, not even acknowledging my presence. I'd then sit in front of the TV crying, whilst Ladygoo could be heard screaming in ecstasy through the walls as Willy dominated her. Following a series of orgasms and grunts, he'd whistle out, and like a dog following a command i'd amble into the room and slop up the cum from her swollen gaping pussy. At first I thought it’d be manageable, if I just kept participating she’d eventually fall back in love with me, but the longer it went on the more the disgust grew. Eventually they kicked me out of my own home. I guess for a moment I was living a fantasy. But the magic ends now.
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