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A Disappointing Husband Becomes a Reluctant Cuckold
🕑 Added 2025-07-29 05:02:22 +0000 UTCDean gripped the bottle of beer a little tighter than was necessary, tore his gaze from the baseball game playing out on Rory's massive new TV, and took a deep breath before declaring, "No, dude, come on, the Dodgers suck. They fucking suck. I mean, where's the fun in just buying up every good player? How is that competitive?"
Rory snorted. "Did you think of that all by yourself? People put forth the same boring ass argument about the Yankees more than twenty years ago. Just because the Dodgers are better at making money than other teams doesn't mean they should have to gimp themselves to try and win. Plus, it's not like they even make the World Series every year. Hell, they can't even keep a pitching staff together this year. All the money in the world won't help with bad injury luck."
Dean's attention had drifted back to the game, but he took another deep breath and offered a reply. It was more of the same, but that was the fun of a sports argument. You could be passionate - to the point of yelling - and it really didn't matter because it wasn't really meaningful in any way.
Rory wasn't really paying attention to his friend's retort, though, because he'd seen his wife stroll past in an off-the-shoulder white sweater and a pair of black lace panties. On occasion she dressed like that when she was in the mood to have some fun, but she'd never done so when they weren't alone in the house.
"Dude, are you listening?" Dean asked.
Sienna appeared once more - she'd gone to the kitchen and was now walking out with a glass of water in her hand - and Rory did his best not to look. He didn't want to draw his friend's attention to his pantsless wife, after all.
"Uh, to be honest, I wasn't," Rory said as he met Dean's gaze. "I'm pretty sure you were just repeating yourself, but that tends to happen when people don't really have an argument, just a lot of bullshit annoyance at a team that's clearly better, and not just because they have a lot of money to spend. It's not my fault that you're saddled with owners that don't want to spend the money they make."
It was ten minutes before Sienna appeared again. She seemed to be returning her empty glass to the kitchen, though this time she paused for a moment and met Rory's gaze. She looked remarkably sexy and his loins stirred as he thought of the pleasure of being inside her. Then he wished desperately that his friend wasn't there, for it seemed that he'd be getting laid if Dean hadn't accepted his invitation to watch the game at his place.
"Are you boys hungry?" Sienna called out from the kitchen.
"Uh, no, we're good," Rory said without consulting his friend.
"Dude? What the fuck? I'm hungry."
Sienna appeared at the edge of the living room. She leaned over, keeping her lower half hidden from view. "Did you say you're hungry, Dean?" she asked. Rory wondered if his friend could detect the hint of eroticism in her voice.
He turned to see her in the sweater - which had fallen completely from one shoulder, revealing the lack of a bra strap and thus the likely lack of a bra - and paused before saying anything. When he managed to speak he seemed a bit flustered. "Uh, yeah, I mean, if you have any, like, chips, I guess, that would be amazing."
Rory moved to get up but Sienna held up her hand. "You stay there, sweetie. I'll bring the chips."
He remained seated, but only for a few moments. Then he got up and headed for the kitchen. Sienna appeared before Rory even rounded the couch, though, and she strode right past him.
Dean's jaw dropped when Rory's beautiful wife strode into the living room in her sweater and panties. She bent over to place the bowl of chips on the coffee table, offering a breathtaking view of her ass. The panties crept between her cheeks as she bent over, too, making the view even more illicit.
"Sienna, sweetheart, what are you doing?" Rory asked.
She didn't look at him. Instead, she turned and looked at Dean, who was staring at her, as just about any man would have been. "Dean, did you know that your friend has developed a rather nasty habit of cumming long before I reach my climax?"
"Uh, no, he didn't mention anything."
"I know you're not married, Dean, but can you imagine being that selfish?" she asked. "Can you imagine being the kind of man that would fuck your wife, cum inside her long before she's gotten off, and then pull out and roll onto your back without even offering her a helping hand so she can cum?"
"Sienna, what the fuck?" Rory asked, his voice louder than he wanted it to be.
She shot him an angry look. "Is any of what I'm saying untrue, Rory?" she hissed.
He thought of the last handful of times they'd had sex. He thought of how much he'd enjoyed himself, though it hadn't happened all that often. He'd been certain that Sienna had cum during each of those encounters, but he also remembered that she'd remained in bed long after he'd cleaned himself up, gotten dressed, and returned to the business of the day. Much to his embarrassment, Rory had assumed that he'd so thoroughly satisfied his wife that she'd chosen to relax in her post-orgasmic bliss instead of getting dressed. He’d clearly been wrong about that.
"Wait," he said, "did you...have you been masturbating after sex?"
"Yes! Of course I have!"
"Rory, man, are you saying you didn't know your wife wasn't cumming?" Dean chimed in.
Rory shot an angry look at his friend. "Fuck you, man. This is none of your business."
Silence hung over the room for a handful of seconds. Then, Dean looked at Sienna, smiled, and said, "You're absurdly hot, Sienna. Sexy as hell, like it's second nature to you. I mean, you've always been hot and I've always been jealous of Rory, but this outfit and the way you're carrying yourself right now, this is something else."
Sienna smiled, reached up, and brushed her hair behind her ear. "You really think so?"
Dean nodded, glanced at Rory, and stood up. He took a step towards Sienna and she bit her lower lip while holding his gaze. Dean took another step forward and Rory suddenly felt as though his feet were dipped in cement as he remained stone still in the middle of his living room.
"You're the sexiest woman I've ever had the pleasure of gazing upon, Sienna," Dean said. He reached out and gently gripped the bottom of her sweater. He pulled her towards him and Sienna stepped closer. Dean's fingers moved to her waist and then the small of her back until her body was pressed against his. "I could make you cum."
"Yeah?" she asked.
Dean nodded and reached up. His fingers moved through her blonde hair as she tilted her head slightly to look up at him.
"Stop," Rory said.
Neither of them looked at him and his body remained stone still as if he'd lost the ability to propel himself forward. Dean smiled and so did Sienna. Rory watched his friend kiss his wife. He watched Sienna's mouth open. He watched another man's tongue move between her lips.
Sienna melted into Dean's body as their kiss deepened. He moved a hand under her sweater and up her torso. She moaned as he found what must have been her breasts. The sweater was loose so Rory couldn't entirely tell, but a woman doesn't moan like that because her stomach is being caressed.
"That feels so good," Sienna whispered a moment before her lips found Dean's neck and offered a series of hugely erotic kisses.
"Stop," Rory said, this time louder. They still ignored him.
Sienna's lips mashed against Dean's. They opened. Their tongues indulged once more in an erotic dance. Her hand moved between his legs and stroked him through his jeans. This time they both moaned.
"You're bigger than him," she said.
"I'm better than him, too," Dean replied. "I promise. I will fuck you the way you need to be fucked, Sienna, the way your husband no longer fucks you. I will make sure you get everything you need before I get what I need."
Sienna unzipped his pants.
"Stop!" Rory yelled.
That got her attention. She looked at him as Dean kissed her neck. She didn't stop, though. Instead, she reached into his friend's pants and freed his stiff cock. Her fingers encircled the remarkably thick-looking shaft and she stroked him, all while holding Rory's gaze.
"Or what?" she asked.
Rory was taken aback. "What?"
"What are you doing to do if I don't stop, Rory? Are you going to leave me? Are you going to beat up your friend? Are you going to pull me off of him?"
There was anger in her voice and Rory found himself unable to respond. He didn't think he'd need to do anything to ensure that his wife and friend didn't have sex and he was unprepared for actually having to enact a plan of some sort.
"Dean, please don't do this," Rory said, though he regretted it the moment the words left his lips. He couldn't have sounded any weaker if he'd tried and it was beyond embarrassing.
Dean responded by sliding a hand into Sienna's panties. Her eyes closed and she moaned as she got fingered.
"You're soaked," he said.
"I want you," she replied as her hand moved up and down his shaft. "I want you, Dean. If I'm being honest, I've wanted you for years. Since we danced at Mike and Alice's wedding in 2022."
Rory's jaw literally dropped. He didn't remember them dancing, but he'd gotten too drunk at that wedding and he didn't remember much of anything about it.
For his part, Dean was all smiles. "Really? Because I thought about you for weeks after that night. I...I took some pleasure in thinking about you, actually."
"You jerked off to my wife?" Rory asked.
Neither of them looked his way. Instead, they kissed and pleasured each other. Then, to Rory's complete and utter astonishment, Sienna fell to her knees. She looked up at Dean and kissed the head of his cock like she was in love with it.
"I've waited so long for this moment," she said between kisses. "I've fantasized about it so many times, including when my husband was inside me." She sucked the head for a few seconds. "I want to spend the rest of the day making you feel good, Dean."
"I want to do the same with you, Sienna."
He slid into her mouth. She unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them while sucking his cock. His underwear followed during a brief break in the blowjob and then Sienna cupped his balls and rolled them between her fingers as she wrapped her other hand around his dick and began to move it up and down the shaft while sucking him.
"This is so much better than my fantasies," Dean said. "I swear to god, this is the hottest thing that's ever happened to me and your mouth is just astonishing."
Sienna smiled, kissed the head of his cock for a short while, and then took his balls in her mouth. She sucked one slowly and gently and then moved to the other, all while teasing the head of his cock with her skilled fingers.
Rory couldn't take it. He rushed towards his friend. Dean moved quickly, though, reaching up to grab a handful of Rory's hair and utilizing his strength to force Rory to his knees, humbling him in an instant. That didn't stop Rory's arms from flailing, though. He even clawed at Dean's forearm a little, but the more he fought the tighter his friend gripped his hair, eventually sending waves of pain down his spine and leaving him worried that Dean might actually rip his hair out. That's when the fight left Rory and his arms fell to his sides.
Sienna glanced at Rory and he saw pity in her eyes. It was crushing.
Then her attention was back on Dean. "That looked easy," she said. "You handled him like he was...well, nothing." She took Dean's dick in her mouth, pushed down until she couldn't take any more, and then her cheeks sucked in hard as she pulled back. "Will you handle me like that?"
Dean let go of Rory's hair and helped Sienna to her feet. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans. He lowered her panties and then picked her up. Sienna wrapped her legs around him as Dean's hands moved to her ass. They kissed as he backed up towards the couch and sat down.
For some reason, Rory turned his attention to the baseball game. The Dodgers had given up three runs since he'd turned away and were now down by one. Despite it being an utterly meaningless game, Rory felt a deep sense of frustration.
Then his wife moaned. He turned to see her kissing Dean. She was still in the sweater, but his hands were under it and he was clearly playing with her tits while their tongues danced.
That wasn't the most important development, though. Dean was inside her. His bare cock was in her pussy as Rory sat there on his knees. He still felt residual pain from where Dean had gripped his hair so tightly, and with that pain came an unexpected touch of fear that managed to stifle any fight Rory might have had in him regarding his wife's blatant disregard for their marital vows.
"How does that dick feel inside you?" Dean asked.
Sienna moaned. "Perfect. Your dick is perfect, Dean."
They kissed as she rode him a little faster. Dean's cock was slick with her juices, proof of her intense arousal. Rory wondered how he could have missed his wife's seemingly overwhelming disappointment with their sex life. How could he have been so oblivious and for such a long time that she was now fucking his friend in front of him, no doubt partly for revenge and partly to satisfy what seemed to be considerable untended desires on her part.
As they fucked, Dean took her sweater off, leaving her naked in his lap. He took Sienna's breasts in his hands and squeezed them tight, eliciting a moan and seemingly inspiring her to ride him with even greater vigor.
Then, Dean grabbed her ass and moved Sienna to her back on the couch. He did so while remaining inside her, a move that Sienna clearly found impressive, at least based on the smile on her face as they resumed having sex.
"Fuck me hard," she said. "Fuck my married pussy hard."
Rory watched helplessly as another man fucked his wife on the couch he'd spent hours of his life on. He and Sienna had watched movies and some of their favorite TV shows on that couch. They'd fucked on that couch numerous times. Now she was soiling their marriage on that couch and doing so while Rory proved himself to be a weak man as he did nothing to stop them.
"Harder, Dean," she implored him while grasping his bare ass. "Fuck me harder! Make me cum!"
Dean delivered harder thrusts. He gave her what she needed, what Rory had apparently been incapable of giving her. He gave her a hell of an orgasm, too, as her screams of pleasure filled the living room while she pawed at Dean's body in a seemingly unconscious manner, the pleasure ripping through her and leaving a sense of delighted relaxation in its wake.
Sienna smiled at Dean and pulled his lips to hers for a slow, deep kiss as his cock remained still inside her. She held his head in her hands for a moment - in a manner that struck Rory as painfully romantic - and then kissed him again, this time luring his tongue into her mouth and sucking on it a little before laughing with pure delight in the way you sometimes do when you've just had an orgasm so good it defies explanation.
"I think I'd like to look at him while you cum inside me," she said. "Let's switch to doggystyle. You can have your way with his wife's pussy while he sits there on the floor like the kind of man he apparently is."
Dean pulled out and they rearranged themselves. Sienna got on her hands and knees on the couch and looked right at Rory as his friend mounted her from behind, grabbed her hips, and began to fuck her with remarkable vigor.
"You can jerk off if you want," Sienna said as she smiled at Rory.
"What?"
She glanced at his crotch. He looked down to see a bulge in his pants.
"Fucking pathetic," Dean said as he reached forward and grabbed Sienna's shoulder for more leverage. "I'm about to cum inside your wife and you're fucking hard? You might as well jerk off, man. It's not like she's ever going to look at you the same again."
Rory refused to masturbate. He wasn't sure why he refused to stop his friend or to leave the room, but he certainly wasn't going to jerk off. He didn't want to, his erection notwithstanding.
"Go ahead, baby," Sienna said with a smile. "Take your dick out. You might as well get some pleasure out of this. I mean, I can tell you that you won't be in my pussy anytime soon, so you should get used to your hand giving you the only pleasure you're going to feel."
She closed her eyes and moaned as Dean fucked her harder.
"Spank me," Sienna said.
Dean brought a hand down on her ass. She moaned louder. His hand moved from her shoulder into her hair. He took a fistful and pulled back a little. Sienna responded by reaching between her legs to play with her pussy.
"Oh, fuck, Dean...this is what I needed. This is what I've needed for years. This feels so fucking good. I wish I'd fucked you that night at the wedding. I wish we'd been fucking for the past three years. I'd have been so much happier."
Rory's humiliation was complete, and for some reason that made him unzip his pants. He pulled out his cock. He stroked himself. It felt better than any act of masturbation had ever felt. The pleasure was all-encompassing. Humiliation coursed through him, but no worse than what he'd felt while watching his wife take his friend's dick while her hair was pulled and her ass was spanked.
"Cum in me!" Sienna cried out. "Cum in me, Dean! Claim my pussy! Take it from my husband and make it yours!"
Dean, Sienna, and Rory came at the same time.
Dean's face was awash in pleasure. He grunted and groaned while his dick came to a rest deep inside her. He released her hair and ran his hands down her back and over the smooth cheeks of her ass.
Sienna's face was awash in pleasure, though the look was not what someone would describe as beautiful. It was, instead, a contorted expression of a climax so overpowering that she seemed to lose the ability to maintain control of her face. Her mouth twisted. Her eyes shut tight. Her head fell forward. She screamed in pleasure and then let out a series of moans and groans while her thighs trembled hard.
Rory's cum spilled on the floor and for a few moments he felt a kind of bliss he'd never experienced before. It was followed by misery, though. He'd just climaxed while watching another man cum in his wife. He'd surrendered her pussy to his friend. He'd probably surrendered his marriage, or at least the version of the marriage he'd enjoyed for the previous decade.
Dean pulled out and sat on the couch with a relaxed, happy look on his face. Sienna retrieved her panties and put them on before cuddling up next to Dean.
"Go get me a beer," he said to Rory.
A dozen different replies came to his lips, but Rory said nothing. Instead, he stood up and headed for the kitchen.
"Pathetic," Dean said.
"Yes, he is," Sienna replied. She kissed him softly. "Will you stay the night? You can have me as many times as you want me."
"Are you kicking him out of the bedroom?"
"Of course I am."
Dean laughed. "Yeah, I'll stay. Hell, I'll stay all weekend."
Rory hung his head as he walked into the kitchen. He stood in front of the refrigerator. As he saw it, he had two choices. He could accept that his marriage was over, pack his things, and leave his wife and friend to whatever fucked up weekend of sex they were about to indulge in. He could also open the fridge, pull out a beer and bring it to his friend, thereby accepting his new place in his marriage and seeing if there was anything to the fact that he'd been turned on enough to cum remarkably hard while watching his wife have sex with another man.
Rory took a deep breath, opened the fridge, and pulled out a beer.
