Cuckolding Gone Wrong, Part 2

Isaac left shortly after he fucked the hell out of my wife and left his cum flowing out of her. I never mentioned that he violated our rules of no kissing and a condom must be worn. Besides, Leah was the one who pulled the rubber off his engorged cock. She was the one who put his bare cock back inside herself. She was the one who told him “Do it!” just before he filled her pussy to overflowing with his cum.

I wiped my own cum off my belly and checked on Leah.

She lay on the bed covered in a sheen of Isaac’s sweat and her gaping pussy leaked rivers of Isaac’s cum. It was quite a sight. I had just cum minutes before but my dick was hard again just looking at my wife and the aftermath of her ‘experience’.

I sat beside her and asked if she was okay.

“Uh,” was all she said.

“Baby?”

“Uh-huh,” she croaked. “Okay,” she said as a smile crossed her face.

“Good sex?”

She caught her breath and swallowed hard.

“You saw. Best ever.”

“You kissed him. You let him cum inside you.”

“Mmmm, yeah, so good. He’s amazing,” she said still breathing hard.

“Are we okay?”

“Huh?”

“Us. You know, our talk to make sure we’re okay.”

“I guess. I don’t know. Can we talk later? I’m still cumming. Can’t concentrate.”

“Yeah, sure.”

It was hot to watch but I was not happy.

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Two days later at home and we still hadn’t talked about it.

Leah seemed withdrawn, thoughtful.

I still got a hard-on every time I thought about it. But things between us seemed different.

I tried to bring the subject up a couple times but Leah waved me off. I even caught her masturbating in bed with a large, black dildo I’d never seen before.

I decided to bring it to a head over dinner.

We were both picking at our food so I started the conversation. She was wearing tight blue leggings that looked painted on and a loose open-necked top, which looked hot as hell and wasn’t helping me concentrate on the problem I wanted to talk about. Her pouty pussy lips showed through the legging’s crotch.

“So, what have you been thinking?” I started.

“About what?”

“You know what. Your sex with Isaac. I mean, shit, I even caught you fucking yourself with a black dildo. That! That’s what I’m talking about.”

“I…” she said, hesitating.

Someone knocked at the door.

Leah used the chance to avoid answering my question by getting up to answer the door.

She opened the door and there stood Isaac, all six foot two inches of him.

“What the fuck?” That was me.

Isaac stepped inside, grabbed Leah by the throat and slammed the door shut. He kissed her open-mouthed, pushing her against the wall. Leah wasn’t resisting.

“Hey, what the fuck do you think…” I said, standing up, but they weren’t listening.

He continued kissing her and she had her arms wrapped around him, returning the kiss. Isaac’s hand slid down her back, making its way under her leggings. It was then I noticed she didn’t have panties on.

He massaged her butt as they French kissed, his big hand finally making its way between her butt cheeks. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, while still kissing him. His fingers dug in between her cheeks and looked like they were finger fucking my wife right in front of me.

“Hey, you two!” I said out loud.

Isaac broke away from the kiss.

“Shut up, cuckold! And sit down. This pussy is mine! Remember?” he said looking pissed off.

When he was mad, he looked ‘real’ big.

I was stunned but I obeyed. And I watched and reached for my dick.

Isaac pulled his fingers out of my wife and they were glistening with her pussy juices. He pushed Leah down to her knees and pulled out his fat cock and shoved it in her mouth.

He literally face-fucked my wife for five minutes, slamming his engorged black cock deep into her mouth as she tried to gobble it up. She was choking but didn’t struggle against him. She took all she could. Her blonde hair bounced wildly around as he thrust into her open mouth.

“Suck that black dick, you slut,” Isaac demanded.

Leah started sucking him harder, groaning and letting spit bubble out of her mouth around his cock. His cock was drenched in her saliva as he continued slamming his meaty cock. Veins on his black cock stood out like a weight-lifter’s arms, and bulged against her lips. She was groaning and making yummy sounds until he grabbed the back of her hair and stood her up. His sloppy cock popped out of her mouth and slapped against her belly.

He tore the loose blouse off her, ******** her firm breasts and she gasped.

“Oh God!”

He reached down and yanked her leggings down to her ankles. She tried to step out of them but she had on running shoes that they wouldn’t go over.

Isaac spun her around and pushed her against the wall. Her back arched and she pushed her butt out towards him. He positioned himself behind her, aimed his throbbing cock with his hand, and jammed his entire cock in to the hilt.

“God, yes!” Leah screamed. He was balls deep in her pussy with one thrust and she was pushing against him.

“Fuck me, Master!”

He held her arms behind her and fucked her like an animal from behind, his turgid, veiny cock slamming mercilessly into her pussy. Again and again he slammed it home, his big balls slapping against her ass, making her butt shiny with her own juices as they splashed about.

“Who’s pussy is this?” Isaac demanded.

My wife didn’t hesitate.

“Your pussy, my black lover!”

He looked pissed off.

“Do you think I’m loving you?” he asked, pounding ever harder into her from behind.

“No!” she gasped.

“What am I doing to you?” he growled.

“Fucking me!” she said in-between his thrusts. “****** me! You’re ****** me!”

“Goddamn right,” he grunted, “So, who’s pussy is this, you black cock slut?”

“It’s your pussy, you nigger ******!” she screamed so loudly, I thought the neighbors would hear.

I watched in disbelief. He was actually ****** her and she was loving it, pushing against his thrusts. I never thought of trying to stop him. He could have killed me. I was still pounding my dick watching them, and I was on the verge.

“Fuck yes, I’m ****** you! And here comes your reward,” he yelled thrusting into her, grunting with animal rage, dumping loads of his cum inside my wife. He grabbed her hips and thrust like he was deranged, grunting “Take it, take it!” the whole time.

I came on the floor, just watching them.

Have I lost my fucking mind? I should have done something.

Then I realized I had done something. I watched my wife being used like a ***** by a master black cocksman. I watched and beat off on the floor.

I stood there with my dick in my hand, cum dribbling on the floor.

When he finished filling my wife, he shoved her into me, knocking us both back onto the couch. She felt sweaty laying against my skin and she was sobbing. Her hand immediately went to her pussy, rubbing her clit and sinking a finger inside, feeling his hot cum sloshing within her.

Isaac pulled his pants up over his cummy, half-hard cock and he opened the door.

“Don’t go!” Leah gasped, holding out a hand towards him.

He left and slammed the door shut.

“Don’t go,” she said trailing off, realizing he was gone.

“Holy fuck,” was all I could say.

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We laid there on the couch for about a half hour afterwards; me trying to make sense of what just happened and Leah crying softly, still fingering her abused, cum-filled pussy. As I watched her, I played with my dick to no avail.

“What the fuck was that?” I finally asked her, still holding my limp dick.

She didn’t respond. She just played with herself.

“Leah?”

“Hmm?”

“How the fuck? What the…, I mean, how the fuck does he know where we live?”

“I told him,” was all she said.

“You broke every fucking rule we made about this,” I said in disbelief.

“I know.”

“No kissing, wear a condom…no contact afterwards…shit.”

“Yeah, I know.”

I couldn’t take it. I zipped up and got off the couch. I headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I’m going to spend the night at Mike’s. This is too much for me to process right now. My brain is fried,” I said opening the door. At the last second, I turned around and pointed at her, laying there naked on the couch except for running shoes and the blue leggings bunched up around her ankles.

“No more contact with him! I mean it! None! We’ll talk about this tomorrow when I get back from Mike’s,” I demanded. It didn’t seem to register with her.

“Leah? Do you understand me?”

“Uh-huh,” was all she managed, her eyes glazed, her fingers working feverishly on her pussy.

I slammed the door and left.

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I’d spent the night at Mike’s. He was accommodating but full of questions.

“What happened? Why are you here? Is Leah alright? Are you guys alright?”

I couldn’t tell him what happened. It was too embarrassing and I was still too worked up about it to even consider it. I decided Leah and I would talk it out and try to fix what had happened. We could still recover our marriage, our life.

I headed home.

Home.

When I got there, a black BMW was parked in our driveway. Not positive but it looked like the same car Isaac drove when we met him at the hotel. But that couldn’t be. I had explicitly told Leah not to see him again. I demanded it actually. I stormed up the stairs.

When I walked in, my world finished going to shit.

There on the couch lay Isaac, naked of course, and Leah laid naked next to him, her head laying on his black six-pack abs, her face covered in cum, his semi-hard cock still hanging from her mouth. She didn’t even sit up when I came in, she just sucked on his cock and occasionally rubbed it through the cum on her face.

I looked on in disbelief. She had disregarded every rule. She had disregarded me telling her not to see him again. In essence, she had chosen him over me. Yes, he had a big cock. Yes, he had rocked her world sexually. But we’re married. She said it would just be sex and that we were in love. More things blatantly disregarded, more lies.

With his hardening cock still in her mouth, she pointed to the coffee table in front of me. I looked. It was in disarray. I didn’t know what she pointed at.

She momentarily took his stiff cock out of her mouth pointing at a white, pen-like device laying on the coffee table and said “Missed my period.”

I picked up the pen-like pregnancy test and saw a large blue plus sign in the middle. Next to it read “A + sign means you’re pregnant.”

I dropped it on the coffee table.

Well…fuck.