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Tubby Cuckold Loser! By Throne (19 Pages)
🕑 Added 2020-04-22 20:23:51 +0000 UTCTubby Cuckold Loser!
By Throne
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TUBBY CUCKOLD LOSER
by Throne
Josh had been Larry's bully back in school, always tormenting him and making sure he never had any success with the girls. He was even the one who had given him the insulting nickname 'Tubby', as well as mocking his small penis in the locker room. Larry had thought that was all in the past after he got a good paying job, met a girl from a neighboring town, moved there, and married her. He had been happy for almost a year. But he was still a short fat guy with a baby face, so his wife Amanda had grown bored with her overweight, shrimp-dicked husband. She had been idly leafing through his yearbook one day while he was at work. When she saw Josh's picture, and that he had written "To Tubby, You'll always be a chump", she was intrigued. Checking further she discovered that the arrogant guy was popular and had been involved in sports.
She was excited just thinking about him and easily found his home address and phone number on-line. It had taken one phone call to get his attention. She had said she was married to Larry and that it might be fun to get the two guys back together. Josh hadn't been overly interested until she sent him a picture of herself. One look at her sweet face, long dark hair, and generous curves made him eager for the get-together.
But he wasn't sweet about it. Larry's former classmate told her to send him a picture of her ass. Amanda got all fluttery inside when he made that demand. She wasn't used to being bossed around by a man and it was strangely appealing. With a mix of arousal and nervous anticipation she stood in front of the full length mirror in their bedroom and managed to capture a good image of her backside encased in a tight dress. That wasn't enough for Josh. He wanted her to pull up the dress to give him a better look. He was a bit nasty about it, referring to her 'big booty', but she did it anyway. As she took the second picture, even bending forward slightly to thrust out her panty clad posterior, she felt her pussy getting wet.
"NICE PIECE OF TAIL," he texted her. "NOW PULL DOWN THOSE PANTIES IF YOU WANT ME TO COME AND VISIT."
Not sure if she was willing to go that far, Amanda hesitated. She texted, "MAYBE LATER."
He responded with, "NOW OR NEVER, BITCH."
Her nipples tingled and she was breathing hard. Even though she was telling herself she shouldn't obey, she got back in front of the mirror, removed the dress completely, and knelt on the floor. Then she lowered her panties to mid-thigh and bared her ass. Holding the camera awkwardly, she tried several times before getting a lewd image of her broad sitter, which appeared even wider because of the pose she was in. Amanda kept telling herself she wasn't going to send it, right up until the second she pushed the button on her phone that would transmit it to Josh.
He texted back, "NOT BAD. SEE YOU FRIDAY NIGHT AT 8. YOUR PLACE."
She had been on pins and needles for three days, but also secretly looking forward to the visit. Amanda waited until right after dinner that night to tell her husband. She was vague about how she had gotten in touch with his old tormentor. Larry went into a panic but she said it would be rude to cancel. Amanda put on a tight sleeveless top that showed off her substantial bust and a pair of slacks that looked like they were painted onto her big round rump and shapely legs. She had even gone out and bought herself a pair of hooker heels for the occasion. Larry got upset all over again when he saw her dressed that way. She picked clothes for him, a dorky pullover shirt that was a size two small, with a little anchor stitched onto the breast pocket. She also found an old pair of his pants that were navy blue with a white stripe down the outside of each leg. To complete the dorky outfit she went into his closet and found a tan plastic belt and white deck shoes.
Josh didn't appear at eight. Or eight-fifteen. Larry was finally telling himself the unwanted guest would be a no-show. That was when there was a loud knock on their door. Amanda snapped at her husband to go and answer it. Larry wasn't used to his wife being so assertive. Full of trepidation, the chubby man went and did as he was told. Standing there and looking down at him with a sneer, was Josh.
"Hey, Tubby. Nice to see you put on a few pounds. Bet the extra inches on your gut make that baby dick look even smaller."
He laughed raucously and pushed past the homeowner. Amanda stood on the other side of the room, her nerves tingling. Hearing her husband bossed around got her excited. As Josh approached she held out her hand. He took it in his and squeezed warmly, then tickled her palm with his forefinger. She shivered but didn't try to pull away.
"So," the new arrival said, "looks like Tubby married above his level. Way above."
"Well," she admitted, "some people have said we're an odd match."
"Damn right."
"Let's sit on the sofa."
"Sure."
A moment later Josh and Amanda were seated next to each other. She told her husband to make a couple of mixed drinks. Whiskey and ginger ale. But only soda for himself, because he couldn't handle liquor. Overwhelmed by the situation, Larry went numbly to the kitchen and got started. He could hear the others' voices and then both of them laughing. That got him to work faster because he didn't like them being alone with each other. When he returned with two drinks and a can of soda on a tray, they were leaning together, sharing some thought in hushed voices. As he got closer they laughed again. He handed them their drinks and retreated to the easy chair across from them with his soda.
"Is that true, what Josh just told me? That you were the laughingstock of the locker room? Because you had the smallest pecker of any guy in your class?"
"Well," her spouse said, the word catching in his throat. "I mean, I wasn't the biggest in that department."
"Aw, come on," Josh challenged. "You were only a fraction as big as most of us. Compared to me you had a midget prick."
"Hey, you can't talk like that in my house," Larry objected.
"Whoa," he wife said to him. "First of all it's OUR house. And second, your old friend was just talking. There's no need for you to be rude. Plus, I suspect he's exactly right."
"He's not," Larry insisted petulantly.
"Okay." His wife was suddenly calm. "Prove it, big shot."
"I don't have to do that."
She went on as if he hadn't spoken, "And the winner gets a kiss from me."
"This is stupid, Amanda. I'm not going to get involved in it."
"Then Josh wins by default."
"Yeah, fat ass," the bigger man said. "And now I'm going to collect."
He got his hands on either side of Amanda's head and pulled her face toward his. She parted her lips. All of a sudden they were kissing passionately.
"Wait a second." Larry got halfway out of his chair. "You can't do that. We're married."
When the kiss ended, Amanda said, "We CAN do it, Larry. You wouldn't play so Josh won. And I liked giving him his prize. Now if you don't want him to get a few more of those, I suggest you get into the game. The two of you can show me what you've got and I'll be the judge."
"B... but that's not fair."
"We shall see. First show us your willy, husband dearest. And then..." Her tone became sultry. "... Josh can show me what he's got in his pants."
When Larry didn't move, his wife turned toward Josh and licked her lips. That motivated Larry to go to the center of the room and, with quivering fingers, open those unfashionable pants and lower his fly. He reached into his jockey shorts and took hold of his member. As upset as he was, it had shrunk to practically nothing. He blushed bright pink and fished it out. Amanda gave it a critical look, followed by a derisive snort.
"Now we'll see what Josh has to offer," she announced.
Their guest stood up, lowered his fly, got his fingers into his boxer shorts, and produced a monster of a cock. Larry, in spite of having seen it in the past, gasped. Amanda openly ogled the impressive piece of man meat, at least seven inches long and quite thick, with a fat knob.
Desperate to defend himself, Larry blurted out, "This isn't right. He had half an erection from you kissing him."
Josh shrugged. "Okay. Get yourself partway hard, Lard Boy. Go on. I'm sure you know how. You must have jerked off all the time back when you were a dateless dope."
Before Larry could protest his wife sighed loudly and told him, "Go on. Be a good sport. Don't spoil everybody's fun."
Close to tears, Larry nevertheless took hold of his tiny tool and began to stroke it. When he had trouble his wife turned to Josh.
She asked, "Do you mind if I give Tubby some assistance? Visual stimulation?"
"Nah. He needs all the help he can get. Go for it, babe."
She took a swallow from her glass, rose, and moved close to her husband. Then she pulled up the front of her top. Larry was shocked to see that she had on no bra. Her cantaloupe tits popped free and gave a bounce. He swallowed with difficulty but his penis did begin to engorge. He continued tugging, even though it was humiliating to have to do it. Soon he had a full erection.
Amanda turned toward Josh without covering up. She said, "You're bigger soft than my spouse is hard."
"Well, we've got to be evenhanded," Larry's old bully declared. "I'll have to be hard too, before you make a final judgement. And if you helped him then it's only fair..." He let the thought unfinished.
It wasn't necessary to spell it out to Amanda. She eyed his cock possessively and sat back on the sofa. He turned sideways so his shaft was within easy reach and Larry could see whatever happened.
She sounded serious as she reminded her husband, "If you hadn't been impolite to Larry, this wouldn't be happening."
He wanted to disagree. This had all become so unreasonable. But she was already reaching for that enviable organ, wrapping her slim fingers as far as they would go around it and finding she couldn't close her hand. Amanda blew out her breath and inhaled deeply. She raised Josh's flaccid cock and gave it a squeeze. Immediately it began to grow. She blew on it, stroked it, and flicked her tongue at it. Very soon it had expanded to its full dimensions, nine inches long, very thick, with the head swollen and dark.
"Looks like we have a winner," she said, inhaling his musky male scent. "And now I have to do what I said and give it a kiss."
"NO!" Larry was horrified. "You were just going to kiss him on the mouth. Again."
Josh barked at him, "Shut up, stupid. I won by so much that she's going to kiss me where it'll do the most good. And like she said before, this is all your fault, Blubber."
Amanda extended her tongue and licked the tip of that whopper in slow motion. She made a show of taking the big knob into her mouth and sucking it. As Larry stood there goggling, she delivered an unhurried BJ worthy of a high priced whore. Her husband couldn't look away. He also couldn't stop pulling his undersized stick.
"That's it, bitch," Josh told the seated woman. "Suck hard until I blow my load."
She thrilled to being talked to like that. And having his massive rod filling her mouth and invading her throat was incredible. Amanda didn't want it to end. But as forceful as he was, she knew she had to postpone her needs and put his first. So she swirled her tongue around the corona, sucked spiritedly, used her hands on that shaft, and brought him to the brink. She withdrew until only the end was in her active mouth. Then she massaged his shaft until he grunted and blasted against her palate. She collected as much of his spunk as she could in her cheeks. After he was fully satisfied and pushed her head away, she went straight to Larry. Amanda shoved him back so that he fell onto the seat he head vacated. Then she cupped his double chin in her hand and tightened her fingers, making his jaws pop open. Before he knew what was happening she opened her mouth and let all the cream and saliva she held spill out and run onto his tongue. Some ran down the back of his throat. He gagged but didn't move. His hand tightened on his straining dick and after a few more pumps he squirted his small load onto the wooden floor.
"Look what you did," his wife yelled. "You freak. Getting off on watching me suck Josh's perfect cock and having his mess end up in your mouth. If you like seeing me with him, I'll be happy to accommodate you, Tubby. And as far as you having sex with me any more, just forget it. I've needed a real man for too long. Now I've got one. From here on you can serve us drinks and be around for any other running and fetching we need." She retuned to her spot seated alongside Josh.
"Damn right," Josh snarled. Amanda's top was still yanked up and he openly pawed her boobs. "And these are mine now, too. Any questions, piggy?"
Sickened by what had just happened, psychologically destroyed, Larry could only whisper, "No Sir. Whatever you say, Sir."
"You got it. Now get your fat self naked. Then you can lap up that puddle you made on the floor."
While Larry did that, Amanda unbuttoned Josh's shirt. His broad chest and flat belly were thick with black hair. Larry mentally compared that to his own smooth soft body and winced. He had no way to complete.
It had gone on like that for the next several weeks, with Josh exerting more and more control over Amanda, using her roughly and talking down to her, all of which she craved. Larry was relegated to being their serving boy. Now he was in that familiar role, wearing only a pale yellow necktie with TUBBY written down the front of it. It had been one of his favorite ties until Josh ruined it. Larry had made two cocktails and had to deliver them. When he reluctantly went to the living room with the stem of a glass between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, the happy couple were seated on the sofa in front of the new, big screen TV Larry had been made to purchase. Both of them were naked and Amanda was fondling Josh's king size tool. The big man was checking the sports scores as Larry respectfully and silently handed them their drinks. On the low table in front of them were several magazines, subscription copies of classy titles Larry liked. Now they were kept prominently on display but he was no longer allowed to even open them.
After Josh had seen what he wanted, he turned down the volume as game highlights began to be shown. He sampled his drink and set it aside. Then he gave Larry a sour look.
Josh wanted to know, "What are you still doing here, candy ass? We have our drinks. Why don't you get lost?"
"I... I thought you might want something else, Sir."
The seated man asked Amanda, "Do you need anything else from Mr. Jelly Belly?"
She snickered. Those endless insults amused her. "What could I want from my wimp of a husband when I have you around, lover?" She dipped her head down to kiss the tip of his stiff cock. "This is all I need. Can we go into the bedroom now?"
"Nah. I'm waiting for a recap on that game, the one where my bet scored big."
Amanda licked his firm hairy thigh. "Of course. I'm sorry. But you know I'll do absolutely anything you want. You can even screw my big round ass."
"Do I need your permission for that?"
"Of course not." The words were apologetic. "You know you can do whatever you feel like to my body. I live for this huge rod of yours." She held his shaft against her warm cheek and lapped is balls.
He told her, "And don't forget it. Maybe if you're good I get it between those fat tits of yours and you can suck the head."
"Ohhh, yes. But will you jam it into my pussy, too? You know how much I need that."
"I guess."
"I'll lick you clean afterwards."
He smiled at that. "Sounds right. You've really developed a taste for slurping my spunk off my tool after I've slammed you."
"I know. I'm getting addicted to it."
Larry had to stand there, naked except for that demeaning necktie, and listen to their lewd conversation. Josh finally glanced over and got back to trashing the man whose wife he had taken.
"Are you looking at my woman?"
"No, Sir. I mean yes, Sir. But I'm sorry."
"That's okay, faggot. It's not like you're going lay a hand on her. Or get that mini-dick anywhere near her. Ever. Isn't that true?"
Larry lowered his eyes. "Yes, Sir."
"Because?"
"She has you now."
"And what do you say about that?"
The cuckold knew the expected answer. "Thank you for taking care of my wife, Sir. Thank you for giving her a fantastic sex life, like I could never do with my dinky dick. I'm sorry that I'm just a fat useless failure."
"You should be sorry. I ought to kick your pillow ass out the back door and leave you in the yard overnight."
Amanda said, "But we both like to make him humiliate himself, honey. And hear him whine."
"Yeah. What do you want to see him do? How about if he plays with that joke between his marshmallow thighs?"
She told Larry, "You heard the man. On your knees and start stroking. Use your other hand to fiddle with those squishy man-boobs. Now!"
Larry got down and began to masturbate. As always, against his will, seeing his bride with Josh had him excited. Touching his sensitive nipples soon had him panting. He sniffed and felt bad that he was still so overweight. But his wife had made sure to put lots of high calorie items on her shopping list. He was the one who had to go to the supermarket and buy them all. Then she would make sure he ate the baked goods, ice cream, lasagna, pizza, fattening snacks, and everything else guaranteed to prevent him from losing weight, and even causing him to add a few pounds. Sometimes she would force him to overeat so much that he would be sick to his stomach. That was especially fun for her if it was when Josh was there, so they could taunt Larry about acting like such a hog and how he was always going to have an expanded waistline.
As Larry shamed himself, the pair on the sofa got up. Amanda threw a blanket over the cushions and laid back on it, her legs parted. Josh put himself between her thighs and got the tip of his member against her moist nether lips. She begged him to enter her. He was happy to accommodate, shoving his superior cock in and starting to plow her immediately. She moaned loudly and swore allegiance to his heavyweight prick, which was working like a piston. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist. Larry could only look on and try not to weep. It was so awful to have to witness their lovemaking, Josh's incredible penis dimensions, and the man's staying power. For the next hour the two of them went at it. Larry continued to jerk off, reminding himself that no matter how much he wanted to finish, no matter how much his balls ached, he had to wait for permission. While his wife was being ravaged she had two quaking climaxes.
After sixty minutes or more Josh allowed himself to finish. Amanda cried out as her third orgasm was triggered. The two of them rode out their shared finales before subsiding into each other's arms. They lay there, their breathing slowing, while Larry sobbed and felt sorry for himself.
Josh told him, "Hold down the noise, faggot. We're nice enough to let you get your jollies gawking at us, and you still can't keep quiet. Maybe I should put you out in the garage for the weekend."
"Please don't," the cuckold said, tears beginning to stream down his plump pink cheeks. "I'll try harder."
"You can try making us fresh drinks, Tubby. In clean glasses. I'm sure you won't mind washing a few extra things when you clean up the kitchen."
"No, Sir. I'll be happy to."
"But first you can watch while your bride licks her pussy juice and my cum off me. She's really turned into a slut for my cock, hasn't she? The tramp does anything I say and thinks up more twisted stuff to keep me happy. Maybe I'll have her eat my ass. How would you like that, fatty?"
"I... that would be extreme... but..."
Larry was confused. He told himself he didn't want to see his wife driven to such a demeaning act. But his little dick was tingling wildly just from hearing Josh mention it. Larry rolled his stiff nipple hard between thumb and finger, driving himself precariously close to ejaculating.
Josh asked Amanda, "How about it, hoe? Are you up for worshipping my ass?"
Even Amanda, well conditioned though she was, paused at that unexpected suggestion. Yet she ultimately said, "Yes, dear. Anything you say. No limits. And it'd be better if Tubby had to see me do it."
"And get a kiss from you after it was done."
"Yes," she agreed, hissing the final sibilant.
"Or maybe," Josh considered, "you eating my ass while he eats yours. Make it a family affair." He chortled at the idea. To Larry he said, "You ready for that, freak?"
The kneeling husband groaned, lost control, and sent a jet of his thin, inferior cream across the hardwood floor. He milked it all out and then slumped forward, knowing he was in trouble.
"Oh, jeez," Amanda disapproved. "Tubby did it again." She told her spouse, words dripping with venom, "Get your face down there and lick it all up, imbecile. And then we'll figure out what kind of punishment you get."
Josh said, "I've already got it. He can stay like that, with his nose touching the floor and the taste of his sissy cream in his mouth. We're going out for something to eat. When we get back I'm going to kick him in his tiny balls."
Larry shuddered and made a desperate sound. "S... Sir..." he began, before seeing the futility of pleading. The only other word he uttered was, "S... Sorry."
Amanda liked that her husband was developing a stutter. The thought of him not even being able to speak without demonstrating how beaten he was made her nerve endings buzz all over.
Josh got up and announced, "I might must give your nuts a hard jab with the end of my shoe, sissy. Or it could be a good solid kick that could do permanent damage. We'll see how I feel when we get back. That'll give you something to think about for a few hours while we're gone. And don't you dare move your big girly ass one inch while you're waiting."
He got behind Larry, took a few practice swings with his bare foot, letting his toes barely touch the helpless victim's exposed scrotum. The cuckold froze, anticipating what would happen later that evening. He mewled piteously. His wife rubbed her well-used pussy, the way Josh liked to see her do, as further confirmation of how trashy he made her behave. When the big man saw that he gave her a broad wink.
Amanda looked at him with total devotion, hungering again already for his powerful cock. She told him, "I can be ready to go in a few minutes."
"Take your time," he told her. "I'm going down to the basement and take a look. I've been thinking about moving Tubby down there. I can pick up some scrap lumber from the site one of my construction crews is working on. Maybe get an old packing crate from this building another one of my gangs is gutting. It would be easy to put together a sort of indoor kennel for old blubber gut. And I can rig up a cheap intercom kind of thing in our bedroom so he can lay down there and listen to us go at it while he tugs his poor excuse for a dick."
"Josh," she said admiringly. "You're so clever. That would be fantastic. I could get him dog bowls for food and water. Maybe even feed him dogfood. If we wanted, he could be down there for days at a time."
"Exactly," the man who had just pleasured her agreed. "And he does have a week's vacation coming up. So..."
Larry cringed at what was probably going to happen to him. And that was on top of the ball-kicking he would spend the next several hours dreading. His lips quivered and he tried not to start crying again. Every time he thought his life couldn't get any worse, Josh and Amanda proved he was wrong. Poor Tubby's nightmare would never end.
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(This story was largely inspired by a custom drawing by Devin Dickie, titled EX-CUSE ME!)
