Cuckold Stories

Posting fictitious stories about the angst, turmoil, and excitement associated with a wife having a boyfriend. Enjoy chatting with others with similar interests. All pictures are taken from Tumblr and assumed to be in the public domain. If you want your picture removed, I will do so upon request. This blog is for adults only.

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Your stuff is so hot!

It makes me want to cum

May I please see more of your bully story?

I’ve had similar experiences.

Thank you - you can see the continuation of the Bully story if you scroll down through my blog. I will add new chapters to it in the future.

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The Bully’s Back (part 1)

I was enjoying a quiet, lazy Sunday morning, drinking a coffee with my beautiful wife Amy, when I received a jarring text.

“Hello, Pud,” was all it said.

Those two words were enough to quicken my heartbeat and drain the color from my face. I was flooded with a torrent of mental images from my past. That old, overwhelming feeling of helplessness was sweeping through me again, and I started to shake. Out of nowhere, my right thigh began to throb in pain suddenly. I didn’t recognize the number, but I knew who the text was from.

“What’s wrong?” Amy asked, seeing my stressful state.

“Oh, nothing,” I replied, trying my hardest to quell my agitation.

“You’re so pale!” she said. “Who texted you?”

“Just an old friend,” I said. I quickly changed the subject, and after a few minutes, she had forgotten about the text. I put the phone into my pocket, but the message remained in my thoughts. When my phone buzzed again with another text, I tried my best to ignore it.

A few minutes later, I casually got up and walked into the kitchen. The pain in my thigh intensified and my heart raced as I pulled out my phone to check my messages. Below “Hello, Pud” was another text from the same number. “Bus stop. Tonight 8:00.”

I took a few deep breaths to try to calm myself down. Finally, I responded “ok.”

I stared at the messages for several minutes. I thought that he was gone from my life permanently. But the sudden appearance of his text shot right through me, bringing back strong feelings of angst and helplessness.

To understand my predicament, you need to know the story from the beginning.

Keep reading

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Wedding Night Surprise

I knew that Melissa was still seeing her ex-boyfriend Mark on the side, but always figured that she would break it off once we tied the knot.

Melissa and I had been waiting for our wedding to become intimate and all I could think about was being along with her in the bridal suite. I had been fantasizing about this day for months! Following the ceremony, however, I was surprised and dismayed to see Mark walking with us to the bridal suite.

As Melissa opened the door, I nervously said, "Well, Mark, thanks for escorting us to our room. I suppose you want to give Melissa a final hug goodbye."

Melissa walked into the room and Mark put his strong hand on my shoulder. I felt his hard grip as he looked me in the eye and said, "You can come by around noon tomorrow to pick up your ... bride."

Stunned and completely overwhelmed with intimidation, I froze in place, stuttering and stammering, unable to form a complete sentence. Mark walked into the room and turned back to look at me with a sneer. As the door slowly closed on me, I saw Melissa begin to strip down to her bridal lingerie, preparing to consummate our marriage ... with her ex.

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Perfect Bride

She was the perfect bride - sexy, sweet and adorable. I take one final picture before leaving her alone with her boyfriend to consummate my marriage. When he leaves, I get to cuddle with my new wife.

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Her New Boyfriend

It was their third date, and my wife had hinted to me that this would be the night she would officially become his girlfriend. I wanted to make sure the evening went well, so after making dinner for them, I drew their bath. lit candles, and served them drinks. I then waited outside the bathroom so that my wife and her new boyfriend could consummate their relationship in private.

While I knew that this meant she would be directing all of her sexual energies to him, I knew he was much more capable of giving her the satisfaction she craved and deserved.

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She Warned Me Against It

For years, the idea of my sexy wife being with another man had been a fantasy of mine. At first, it was just a passing thought, something that I couldn’t ever see becoming a reality. After all, I love Melissa very much, and she is my wife. Only a husband is supposed to make love to his wife. Right?

And while I have never been skillful bed, our sexual encounters were pleasant and comfortable. But as the years moved on, my fantasy grew stronger, until I could no longer keep it to myself. I finally mustered up enough courage to tell her about it.

She was not shocked by the idea, but initially blew it off as a fleeting whim. But when I brought it up a second time, she told me I shouldn’t play with fire. She said, “Dear, you better be careful what you wish for. If you keep pushing for it, it will happen. And there’s no telling where it will go once it starts.”

I said, “But it’s all I can think about.”

She touched my cheek and replied, “Okay, dear. But I am warning you. The reality may not be as good at the fantasy.”

I couldn’t believe that she was willing to do it. After a few seconds of thinking about it, she said, “If we do this, it must be with a friend. I have no interest in being with a stranger.” My face went pale. “But one thing you should know. I am not into one-night stands. Once this starts, you will have to ride it out. Think long and hard about this. Be sure this is what you want.”

She was right, as usual. I was playing with fire. Melissa is an extraordinarily sexy woman, and any man would be thrilled to be in her bed. And what if she preferred him over me sexually? What if they continued to see each other? Or fell in love? I am not sure I could handle it.

And yet, the fantasy persisted and continued to become more intense. One day, after a few beers, I found myself confessing this fantasy to my best friend, Mark. I told him that Melissa was open to it, as long as it was with a friend. He was more than intrigued. He looked up at me and said, “Are you serious? Pick me. I have always wanted to fuck Melissa.” His reaction was much stronger than I had anticipated. He said, “Give me the okay and I will go to your house tonight and make it happen.”

I was stunned. He was right. He could make it happen. She would let him. Mark is very good looking and they have always flirted innocently with each other. I knew this was a horrible idea, but I found myself getting aroused at the thought of it. I quickly came to my senses and said, “No, it’s just a fantasy. I could never actually go through with it.”

“It’s a hot fantasy,” he replied. “Tell you what. I will go visit her right now and fuck her brains out for you. I am already hard thinking about it.” His words went right through me. All I had to do is say yes, and he would drive over to my house and have sex with my amazing wife. I must have been crazy to even consider it!

I kept refusing, but my resistance was growing weaker, and he sensed it. He became more aggressive. “Look, this fantasy is never going to go away. You know this needs to happen. To be honest, I always thought she was a little too much for you to handle. am I right?”

He was right, by I remained silent. He continued: “You’re already picturing me with her, aren’t you?” he said. I nodded yes. “Just imagine me and Melissa naked in your bed, my thick cock stretching out her married pussy, pumping so deep inside her, making her climax over and over and over.”

His words made me start breathing heavily. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I have never been able to make Melissa climax during sex. If Mark did this, it would make him clearly superior to me in her eyes. I just couldn’t let it happen.

“No,”I said. I just can’t.”

He looked at me and said, “Then you can come home and fuck her sloppy pussy when I am done with it. Come on, tell me I can go over there and fuck your wife.”

That was too much for me to take. I found myself nodding yes. As soon as I did, he jumped out of his seat and headed for the door. “This is awesome,” he looked back at me and said. “Don’t call or text her until you hear from me. Got it?”

He was already taking charge. I knew this was a bad idea, and yet, I couldn’t bring myself to stop it from happening. “Got it,” I replied meekly. He was off in a flash, on his way to my house to fuck my sexy wife.

To be continued ...

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He Conquered Her

What began as a friendly weekend with me, my wife Melissa, and my best friend Mark, devolved into a romantic tryst between them, pushing me to the role of third wheel. I sat there in bewilderment as I saw them strip and walk into the tub in the corner of the room. I felt a mixture of jealousy and shame, as I couldn’t help becoming aroused watching my friend seduce and conquer my pretty wife.

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He Took Her Home

I arrived at the party with my wife. After a few drinks, my friend said that he intended to take her home with him, and told me not to interfere. I stood by passively and let it happen.

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She Was All Over Him

My friend Mark stopped by for a visit. We spent a pleasant evening drinking wine and chatting quietly, while my wife Melissa was asleep in the next room. After a couple of hours, we heard her stirring. The bedroom door opened and she appeared wearing only her underwear. Without saying a word, she walked up to Mark, sat on his lap, and began kissing him wildly. I sat there stunned and they carried on as if I wasn’t there. After a few minutes, I tiptoed out of the room and settled in to the guest bedroom for the night.

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Dinner + My Wife

I invited my friend Mark over to have dinner with me and my wife Melissa. As I was preparing to serve the first course, I looked over and saw that they were preoccupied, so I stepped out of the kitchen to give them some alone time.

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I Recognized Her Curves

I confessed to my friend that I had a strong desire for my wife to have a boyfriend. I figured he would say that this was a destructive fantasy, and that no good would come out of it; but instead, he told me that my wish had already come true. He then showed this picture on his phone.

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I Misunderstood

After 15 years of marriage, my sexy wife finally initiated sex with me for the first time. I certainly wasn’t complaining. She climbed on top and lowered herself onto me. Once I was fully inside of her, she began gyrating slowly in circles. As my breathing increased, so did her tempo. She was bringing me along expertly, steadily quickening her pace. When she sensed my impending climax, she started grinding like an animal, causing me to shoot powerfully within seconds. The whole act took only two minutes, but it was spectacular.

She looked at me and asked, “Did you enjoy it?

“Yes! It was the best sex I can remember in years,”

I’m glad, she said with a slight smile that seemed forced. “Because we won’t be having sex ever again.”

My heart almost stopped. I felt dazed. “Wha ... but why? Are you leaving me?”

She shook her head. “No, I am not leaving you.”

“But why then are you giving up sex?” I asked.”Won’t you miss it?”

“Oh,” she replied. “You misunderstood. I didn’t say *I* won’t be having sex ever again - I said *we* won’t be having sex ever again.”

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The Bully’s Back (part 5)

(Continued from previous post)

I was exhausted from Ryan’s complete domination over me.  My biceps ached as his knees pressed hard into them. But he was finally about to reveal details about what he did to my girlfriend last night. The pain and humiliation, as intense as it was, would finally be worth it.

“Ask me anything you want, Pud.”

“I just ... I just want details. I don’t know. What did you do?”

He laughed. “I fucked her. Is that what you wanted to know. Are we done?”

I knew that already. I needed more. Much more. I wanted to know everything, as if I were in the room. I was desperate for details. “No, what did you do? How did you do it?” I asked, still under great pressure from his full weight on top of me.

“Do you want to know how she sucked on my thick cock as I played with her pretty hair?”

“Yes,” i said, practically whispering, tears still formed in my eyes.

“You do, huh? Well, she made sweet little sucking noises as I moved her head up and town on my cock. I played with her nipples as she sucked, pinching them when I wanted her to go deeper.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The thought of my love sucking on this bully was more intense than I could imagine. I started to panic as I realized that I was starting to get aroused over his description. If he saw that, there’s no telling what he would do.

“She started moaning on my cock while I guided her head up and down. Did she ever make moaning noises while she sucked you, Pud?”

I shook my head no.

“No? I didn’t think so. She sucked me like a little slut, like she hasn’t had a decent cock for months. She couldn’t get enough of it. And from every position. She got on her knees while I stood, she sucked while I was laying down, and I even straddled her chest and fed her my cock.” He chuckled. “Hey, Pud, she had the same view of me that you do now!”

That was almost too much to bear. The thought that she looked up at him in this exact position made me get instantly fully erect. It was incredibly sore from all the abuse I had given my penis over the last 24 hours, and yet it was throbbing and begging for attention.

I looked up at Ryan and imagined what it was like for Melody. She laid between his muscular thighs, looked up at his masculine chest, felt his immense power over her, and she hungrily used her mouth to please him. She sucked him like ‘a little slut’ - my sweet Melody did that!

Ryan was enjoying the complete power he had over me. I was pinned to the floor, unable to move. I knew that even if I tried my hardest, I wouldn’t be able to make him budge. I was trapped, until he decided to let me up.

“And when I was straddling her,” he continued, I felt her naked tits on my ass. It was so hot. I took my cock out of her mouth and then dipped my balls into her wet mouth. She’s such an amazing cocksucker.”

I was gasping underneath him, much to his delight. I squirmed and gasped with my arms pinned under his knees. My biggest worry, though, was that he would see I was erect, and he would get angry. I dreaded being punched by him again.

My naked back and butt were sticky from being on the cold tile floor. I squirmed underneath him as he sat on me calmly, effortlessly.

“What else do you want to know, Pud? Do you want to hear how I shot my cum down her slutty throat”?

My eyes opened wide. “You shot ... she ... drank it ...?”

“Oh, hell yea. My first cum of the night went into her mouth. I hadn’t cum for days, so there was so much - it was warm and thick and it filled her mouth.”

“Oh-oh-oh,” I groaned. I continued to squirm, my hardness throbbing. I had such a strong image of her sucking him as he climaxed - right in her mouth!”

“I told her to show it to me before she swallowed. She opened her mouth and I saw my cum all over her tongue, and then she drank it down with one giant swallow. Your girlfriend knows what my cum tastes like. What do you think of that, Pud?”

Oh my! What a thought! My sweet girlfriend, my love, knows what his sperm tastes like! And then it occurred to me - so do I. I kissed her so deeply when she came back to her room, and I licked between her legs as gobs of his mess dripped into my mouth. I had more of his yucky goo in my mouth than she did! I know what his sperm tastes like much more than Melody! If he only knew.

“And all of that was within 30 minutes of us leaving the party. And that was just the beginning. Your girlfriend was my hot little slut nonstop all night long. I used her tight body for hours and hours.” He paused for a second. “Heard enough, Pud?”

I didn’t reply.

“Want more?” he asked.

I wanted more. I needed more. I had to hear the entire story. I burned to know every last detail. It was emasculating, but I was determined to hear it all. And my aching hardness was making me even more desperate.

“I think the highlight of the night,” he said reflecting back,” when when I had her on her back with her legs spread. And not just spread. My arms pinned her legs so far back over her head. She was open and ready for me to fuck her like she had ever been fucked before.”

I pictured her being underneath him as he was ready to take his full lust out on her. Melody has such a sweet, tight vagina. I can’t imagine it being plundered by this madman.

He continued: “I rubbed my cockhead up and down her hole, getting it nice and wet. Every time I stroked it on her clitty, she let out a hot moan. Oh, I knew my first thrust was going to rock her world. I pushed the head in. Just the head. I saw her eyes bulge and her mouth open wide.”

His words were coming at me in waves. He saw in my face the effect they had on me and he kept going. He pressed his knees just a little harder into my biceps. They were growing numb.

“With my cockhead inside her wet hole, I got ready to plunge my cock in. I asked her, ‘Do you want it?’ She said, ‘Yes.’ I said, ‘Convince me.’ She started slowly grinding her hips trying to get me to push more inside, but I wouldn’t. I just kept the tip in. She said, ‘What are you waiting for?’ I said that I was waiting for her to want it. ‘I do want it!’ she said. ‘Not bad enough,’ I told her. I thought she was going to lose her mind. She started writhing, desperately trying to get more inside her pussy. But I wouldn’t let her.”

I was mesmerized by his mastery of her. As much as I hated him, I respected his raw masculinity and his incredible power.

He continued: “I told her that maybe she doesn’t want it after all, and I can pull my cock out so she can suck it again. She said, ‘Nooooo, please, put it in me.’ I said, ‘Put what in you?’ She said, ‘Your cock.’ My cock?’ I asked. ‘Yes, please ... put your cock in me!’ ‘Put it where?’ ‘In meee ... in meee ... in my pussy, please.’  ‘In your cunt? Do you want my cock in your tight wet cunt?’ She said, ‘Yessssss.’ ‘Say it,’ I told her. She looked at me and said, “Yes, in my cunt, my tight wet cunt. Please fuck your big fat cock into my tight wet cunt!’”

I could no longer feel my arms, but I didn’t care. I would have done anything to hear the rest of the details. He did not disappoint.

Continued in next post ...

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The Bully’s Back (part 4)

(Continued from previous post)

As Melody entered the room, the strong and bitter taste of Ryan’s semen was still on my lips and in my mouth. I tried asking her how her date went with Ryan, but she wouldn’t say anything. Finally, she looked me squarely and said, “It’s none of your damn business. Drop it.” I dropped it. But I ached to know what happened. I know he came in her multiple times, but that was all I knew.

We spent the whole day together through dinner and I did not bring it up again. I was on my way back to my dorm room, thinking that I had just accept the fact that she was not going to share with me. I would never know what they did together. Unless ...

It was about 7:55. I remembered Ryan saying that he would tell me what they did together if I met him at the bus station 8:00, which was a good 10-minute walk. Could I stand that intense humiliation? Was I desperate enough to ask the man who stole my girl from me what he did with her? Am I that pathetic?

I found myself sprinting across campus toward the bus stop, which had a small building behind it that served as the campus bus station. Buses stopped running at 6:00, so the station would be empty. I kicked it into high gear to try to make it on time. It was going to be close.

My plan was to walk up to Ryan, ask him what he with with her, listen quietly to what he had to say, and then go back to my dorm. I would probably only have to be with him for about five minutes, if that. I thought that I could handle just a little more humiliation at the hands of this jerk for five minutes.

I darted down the final pathway and then whipped around a corner. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Ryan sitting on a bench. “Hello, Pud,” he said with an obnoxious grin.

I was breathing heavily. I took a few seconds to try to recover. Panting, I replied “Hi.”

“You decided to show up,” he said with a condescending grin. “So, you want to know how I fucked your girlfriend’s brains out last night?”

He’s such a bastard. I nodded meekly.

“Have a seat, Pud.”

I sat next to him on the bench, subconsciously guarding my right thigh with both hands, as it was still throbbing from his punches the day before. He noticed.

“Move your hands, Pud.”

“Please, no ...” I said.

“Move them or I tell you nothing.”

I needed to know what he did to her. I reluctantly moved my hands, leaving my thigh unprotected. He took his fist and pounded it into the same exact spot that he punched the day before. I saw stars and held in a grunt.

“Come with me, Pud.” He stood up and walked toward the empty bus station. I stood up and the sharp pain in my thigh intensified. I limped behind him into the station.

As I followed Ryan into the building, it occurred to me that we really were alone. He could beat me to a pulp and no one would be around to hear me scream or save me. Inside, there were benches, a locked ticket booth, and rest rooms. Ryan walked straight into the men’s room. “Here,” he said.

I knew this was a bad idea, and yet I followed him inside. It was a small bathroom with one stall, one urinal and a sink. Once inside, he said, “So, you really want to know how I fucked her?”

I nodded yes.

“You didn’t ask her?

“I tried. She said it was none of my business.”

“Shes right. It’s none of your fucking business,” he said smugly. “But I am going to tell you everything.”

He walked right up to me and I started to shake. He was several inches taller than I was, and he was intentionally intimidating me. “Strip,” he said.

I stammered and my jaw dropped. “Wha ... why? No way.” I said, trying to muster up my courage against this bully.

“I guess you don’t want to know,” he said, and started walking out.

He was so power hungry, so eager to rob me of any remaining dignity. Not only did he steal my girlfriend, but now he wanted me completely defeated. I had never met anyone so cruel. I hated him intensely.

“Wait,” I said. “Fine. I’ll do it. Can we please just get this over with?”

Ryan turned around and I started to strip, as he demanded. It seemed to take forever, but I finally was down to my underwear.

“All of it,” he said.

“Come on,” I protested. “Is this really ...”

“All of it, Pud,” he said sternly.

Humiliated, I pulled off my underwear, as my manhood shriveled up to half its normal size, which isn’t impressive to begin with. “Hands behind your head, Pud,” he said. I did as he said as I stood there completely naked. He walked around me slowly, inspecting me. I wanted to cry.

“Now get on your knees and beg me to tell you what I did to her.”

How did I allow myself to get in this deep? Did I really need to know this badly?This was clearly a mistake. I was sick to my stomach.

But I was already too committed. I had to see it through. I went down to my knees and looked up at him. “Please, Ryan. Please tell me what you did with Melody last night.”

He took a handful of my hair and forced me to lay on the cold floor on my back. He straddled my chest and pinned my arms with his knees. I felt his full weight on top of me. I was completely, thoroughly, soundly defeated. I wanted to cry.

He pushed his knees harder into my biceps. “I don’t want you fucking her anymore, Pud.”

I looked up at him. “But she’s my girlfriend,” I said, practically pleading.

“You can keep her as your girlfriend, Pud. But no more fucking her. Got it?

“Come on ...” I started, but he shut me up by covering my mouth.

“Pud, the next words I want to hear our of your mouth is “Yes, Sir. I won’t fuck Melody any more.”

He lifted his hand from my mouth, but I didn’t say anything. How could I?

He slowly balled up his hand into a fist and placed it on my mouth. Then he started pushing down. I looked at his eyes and they were wild. There was really no way out. He lifted up his fist, poised to strike.

“Yes, Sir. I won’t fuck Melody any more,” I said.

“Who owns her pussy?” he asked.

“You do,” I said without hesitation.

He pressed his advantage: “Why do I own it and not you?”

“Because ... because you are better,” I stammered.

“Better? Better how?” He dug his knees harder into my bicep. The pain was increasing.

“Better ... just better ... better in bed.”

“Keep going.” More pressure with his knees on my biceps.

“Better looking, stronger, more manly, better in every way.”

“Good. And what will you do for sex?”

“I ... nothing.”

“You’ll pull your pud, Pud?”

“Yes, okay.”

“Say it.”

“I’ll pull my pud.”

“Right.” He seemed satisfied and I was relieved. But he remained on top of me, pinning my arms with his knees. My naked back felt so gross on the floor of the men’s room.

“Do you want to know what I did with Melody?”

“Yes.”

Continued in next post ...

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The Bully’s Back (part 3)

(Continued from previous post)

I followed Melody into her dorm. “What was all that about?" She asked.

“Oh nothing,” I said. I didn’t think she saw us talking.

“Just guy talk?” she asked.

“Yea.”

“I am glad you guys are getting along. This doesn’t have to be awkward.” When we got to her room, she said, “How about you wait here while I jump in the shower. Then we can grab some breakfast.”

I said, “Wait, please. I missed you. Couldn’t we kiss a little first?”

“You’re sweet,” she said. I really need a shower though. One quick kiss.”

She approached me and pressed her lips to mine. I put my arms around her and gently pushed my tongue into her mouth. Instantly, I tasted him in the kiss. It was overwhelming. I started kissing more passionately. She pulled back.

“Hey, we can kiss more after my shower. I feel all messy.”

That ignited a fire in me. She feels messy. Of course she does. He messed her. Probably inside of her. Probably in her mouth where I just kissed. I tried sounding casual. “Oh, I don’t mind if you’re messy. I really, really missed you.”

I leaned in for another kiss. She said, “Well, I guess ...”

I pushed my tongue into her mouth and swirled it around. I tasted him, Oh, he definitely messed inside of her mouth. My girlfriend’s mouth! His mess was so strong. I was immensely repulsed and immensely aroused at the same time. I was licking the goo squirted by the guy who bullied me into surrendering her for the night. I was tasting his kisses and sperm from their night of passion.

She kept her arms at her side as I explored every inch of her sexy mouth. I swirled my tongue where Ryan’s tongue was just a short while ago. And it wasn’t only his tongue there, but his manhood as well. The man who bested me was inside of her amazing mouth, and my tongue was licking where he just was. I was consumed with lust.

Uncharacteristically, I reached my hands around and grabbed her sweet little ass over her dress. I had never been this bold with her. I continued to sweep my tongue in her mouth as my fingers started creeping under the bottom of her dress. I grabbed her cheeks and felt that her panties were gone! Where did they go? She was wearing them at the party. Did he keep them as a souvenir? As I squeezed her cheeks, my fingers crept closer between her legs.

I started to feel her moistness, even inches from her vagina. Oh my! I’ve never made her this wet. Was this the result of her arousal? His mess? Both? It was intoxicating to feel the traces of their lovemaking. I was getting incredibly turned on, and yet, my thigh still ached from the punching Ryan gave me the day before.

I worked my fingers closer between her legs. She stopped me before I reached my destination. “Please, no, It’s so yucky down there. Plus I am so sore, I don’t think I can do anything for a while.”

Those words only compounded my arousal. It’s so yucky down there! Filled with his yuck. His mess. His goo. I wanted to feel it. I needed to feel it. The sperm of the man who bullied me and conquered her in a way I never could. I was starting to breathe heavier, but I had to show restraint so she wouldn’t see my desperation.

And she said she was sore. She was never sore from me! He must have pummeled her pretty vagina. He said he was going to. Of course it was sore.

I said, “Poor baby. Sounds like you had some night. Maybe I can kiss it and soothe it for you.”

She looked at me incredulously. “You want to go down on me? Are you serious? You know what we did, right?”

“I don’t care,” I said. I just want you so badly. Can I please?”

She was silent for a moment. Finally, she said reluctantly, “Whatever. But I am warning you, It’s really yucky.”

I immediately went down to my knees and lifted her dress. I started kissing her inner thighs, There was dried goo all over them. I didn’t shy away from it. I kissed and licked their remnants from her sexy thighs. Melody remained standing as I looked at her sore, red, incredibly messy vagina. I hungrily pushed my face to her swollen lips. She just stood there, not even opening her legs to provide easier access. I had to really work for it. I bent my head awkwardly to enable my mouth to get to her spot. My neck started to hurt from the uncomfortable position, but she did nothing to make it easier. She seemed content to watch me struggle to get at the mess.

I pressed my face into her. She was right. It was yucky. So yucky. I gagged from the taste, but kept going, My lips were wet with their juices. After a few seconds, I pushed my tongue inside of her. Immediately, I could feel the thick gobs of his mess on my tongue. I swirled it around as she just stood there and let me lick her lover’s goo. I was too intoxicated with the depravity of this act to think about how deeply I was humiliating myself.

My tongue and mouth were covered with his yuck. His smell was all over my face. I swallowed and felt it slide down my throat. I continued to lick and suck all around. The flow of goo continued on to my tongue unabated. I kissed, licked, and sucked, swallowing intermittently. I was consuming the yuck of the jerk who bullied me and had sex with the woman I loved.

A few minutes passed, and she pushed me away from her crotch. “I really have to shower now,” she said.

I remained on my knees breathing heavily, as she grabbed a towel and left the room. I was alone with his yucky goo on my face and in my mouth. My libido was in overdrive. I was crazed. I could’t help but lower my pants and underwear and grab my completely spent and sore member. It ached horribly when I touched it, but I worked it like a madman anyway. It took only a few seconds for me to dribble out another pathetic climax. I don’t think I ever touched myself this much in a day - probably even a week. It was swollen and raw.

I spent another few minutes on my knees with my pants and underwear lowered, another mess in my hand, and his thick goo in my mouth and on my lips and cheeks. When I heard her coming back to the room, I quickly stood up and composed myself.

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[cuckoldnj]

The Bully’s Back (part 2)

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On my way back to my dorm room, I felt completely defeated. Ryan had bullied me at the party and stole my girlfriend. And what did I do about it? Nothing. I just accepted it watched him lead her to his room with his arm around her.

I spent that entire night experiencing incredible angst, thinking about Ryan and Melody together. I knew that the minute they were alone, he would start running his hands up and down her tight body.

I was burning inside thinking of their lips locking together, as he explored and dominated her sexy mouth with his tongue. I thought about him removing her clothes, caressing her slender belly and waist, reaching around to squeeze her perfect little ass. It was driving me bonkers!

And yet, despite my jealousy and consternation, I found myself strangely aroused. When I thought about his body against hers, and her arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, I became more and more turned on.

My mind wandered and I thought of his muscular body laying on top of her much smaller frame. I imagined Ryan penetrating Melody, while she grunted and moaned like I had never heard her before. As I thought of this, I couldn’t help but put my hand into my jeans. I pictured him expertly bringing her close to a climax while he thrust in and out of her - something I had never been able to do. I started moving my hand up and down on myself with more urgency.

Picturing him thrusting, working toward his own climax, brought me closer to mine. So many thoughts intertwining: Ryan and Melody naked, their bodies grinding together ... then flashing to Melody telling me, “I’ll let you boys work it out among yourselves” at the party ... then Ryan saying, “I’m gonna do you a big favor. I’ll take her off your hands tonight” ... then thinking of Ryan so deep inside the woman I love - stretching her, lasting much longer than my 60-second average ... Melody grabbing his athletic ass as he gets closer to erupting ... I was stroking myself faster, getting closer ... Then I pictured him saying to me: “You can have her back in the morning” ... I was working myself into a frenzy ... Ryan pushing his tongue deep into Melody’s mouth as they begin climaxing together .... I am getting close ... he shoots his semen so deep inside of her ... feeling my climax starting ... My mind flashes to Ryan punching me in my thigh as he grins ... too much! I make a giant mess in my hand.

I sat there exhausted, completely spent. I felt shame sweep over me as I realized that I just climaxed thinking about Ryan bullying me and having sex with the girl I love.

I did not sleep that night. But I did manage to completely empty myself imagining what Ryan was doing to Melody. By the next morning, I had nothing left to squirt and my penis was raw and painful to touch.

I waited around in my dorm room until it was reasonable to call Melody. I didn’t want to let on that I had stayed up all night thinking about them together. I rehearsed what to say and decided to act casual but curious. I needed to restore my manhood when I spoke to her, but I was wanted to know the details.

At 9:00 am, I decided it was time. I went over my lines in my head as I called. But it was to no avail, as my call went straight to voicemail. My heart started racing, - Is she STILL with him?? My angst went from an 8 to a 10 instantly. What is he doing to her?

Although I had completely wiped myself out in a masturbation frenzy over the past 10 hours, I felt myself getting hard again. The thought of Ryan penetrating Melody all night long - and well into the next day - drove me mad. I furiously went to work on my sore, ultra-sensitive hardness and then painfully squirted out a trickle of goo within seconds.

I was becoming desperate to know what they did together. I threw on some jeans and decided to wait at her dorm. It was a nice day, so I sat on a bench outside. At about 10:30 am, I figured it was okay to try her again, without looking too clingy. I called but it went straight to voicemail again. I pictured them still naked, still wrapped in each other’s arms, still humping each other like animals. Where is she? Ryan told me I could have her back in the morning. My overworked, strained penis was stirring and threatening to get hard.

Just before noon, I looked down the road and saw Melody. She was wearing the same little dress she had on at the party. She was not alone. Holding her hand was Ryan. They casually strolled toward her dorm like boyfriend and girlfriend. I looked around hoping that none of my friends were there to see this.

I wanted to bolt, but it was too late. Ryan saw me sitting there. I had no choice but to put on a casual face and wait for them to reach me. When they got closer, Ryan spoke first. “Hello Pud. Told you that you could have her back in the morning.” For some reason, saying, “Thanks” to Ryan seemed appropriate, so I did.

Melody walked to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “You waited for me? How sweet! I hope you weren’t waiting too long,”

“Oh, no. Not at all,” I lied. “I got here a few minutes ago,”

“Oh good,” she said. “Wanna come in and wait in my room while I jump in the shower?”

“Sure,” I said. This seemed to signal the end of their date. I was relieved.

Melody moved to Ryan and gave him a very sensual tongue kiss. Her small hands were on his strong shoulders. He grabbed her sexy hips. “See ya, Babe,” he said. Melody turned to walk inside. I started to follow her, but felt an iron grip on my arm. I turned to look at Ryan. He said to me quietly, “If you want to know what I did to her last night, meet me at the main campus bus stop tonight at 8:00 sharp.”

I didn’t say anything. He released his grip and grinned. “See ya, Pud.”

He was out of his mind if he thought I would go and meet him tonight. The last thing I wanted was to hear him bragging about what he did to my girlfriend. I will get the details from her.

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[cuckoldnj]

The Bully’s Back (part 1)

I was enjoying a quiet, lazy Sunday morning, drinking a coffee with my beautiful wife Amy, when I received a jarring text.

“Hello, Pud,” was all it said.

Those two words were enough to quicken my heartbeat and drain the color from my face. I was flooded with a torrent of mental images from my past. That old, overwhelming feeling of helplessness was sweeping through me again, and I started to shake. Out of nowhere, my right thigh began to throb in pain suddenly. I didn’t recognize the number, but I knew who the text was from.

“What’s wrong?” Amy asked, seeing my stressful state.

“Oh, nothing,” I replied, trying my hardest to quell my agitation.

“You’re so pale!” she said. “Who texted you?”

“Just an old friend,” I said. I quickly changed the subject, and after a few minutes, she had forgotten about the text. I put the phone into my pocket, but the message remained in my thoughts. When my phone buzzed again with another text, I tried my best to ignore it.

A few minutes later, I casually got up and walked into the kitchen. The pain in my thigh intensified and my heart raced as I pulled out my phone to check my messages. Below “Hello, Pud” was another text from the same number. “Bus stop. Tonight 8:00.”

I took a few deep breaths to try to calm myself down. Finally, I responded “ok.”

I stared at the messages for several minutes. I thought that he was gone from my life permanently. But the sudden appearance of his text shot right through me, bringing back strong feelings of angst and helplessness.

To understand my predicament, you need to know the story from the beginning.

When I was a freshman in college more than a decade ago, I was an awkward, skinny virgin, but I was sensitive and had a great sense of humor, and some women found these qualities to be attractive. Somehow, I had managed to capture the attention of Melody, a very pretty girl with a fit body, long brown hair, and the most luring green eyes I had ever seen. She was two years my senior and extremely popular on campus.

We started dating, to the complete bewilderment of my friends and hers. She was the first girlfriend I ever had, and within a few weeks, I had fallen hard for her. We saw each other every day, and we fell into the habit of saying “I love you” frequently.

The only issue we had between us was, well, sex. I was completely inexperienced and she was not. Kissing seemed to go smoothly, but whenever we went further, I became nervous, and I would finish before we got started.

After a month of dating, we finally “did it.” While it lasted all of about 30 seconds, we were both happy that the act was completed.

As the weeks and months went on, my performance in bed did not improve. I was always rushed, awkward, and clueless. And the fact that my size was nothing to boast about did not help. Thankfully, I somehow managed to please her orally, but it was not what Melody really needed. She needed a proper pounding, and I was incapable. I was just a boy trying to do a man’s job. I felt so inadequate.

One day, we were at a party on campus and she introduced me to an acquaintance of hers. His name was Ryan and he was a senior. He was tall, strong, confident, and very masculine. I felt small next to him.

I felt myself growing jealous as he openly flirted with her, stroking her long hair and moving in close. He was very bold. Her firm breasts were prominent in her thin top, and he grazed them with his fingers as they talked. She didn’t object; in fact, she seemed to encourage him to be bolder. He acted as if I weren’t there, even though I was holding her hand while they chatted.

After a few minutes, I felt that I was intruding, so I retreated to the corner and watched them flirt from a distance. I saw him lean in and give her a kiss on her lips. She allowed it, but quickly broke it off. She then pointed over at me. Ryan looked at me and sneered, and then whispered something to Melody. She nodded, and then Ryan started walking in my direction. He grabbed two beers from a cooler and took a seat next to me, handing me one of the brews.

I opened it and took a sip. I was nervous just being in his presence, but I was trying my hardest not to show it. He looked over at me with a grin, and said, “What the fuck are you doing with a chick that hot?”

It was a fair question. I mean, honestly, what was I doing with a chick that hot? She was clearly out of my league. Sensing his question to be rhetorical, I did not respond.

For anyone looking at Ryan and me sitting next to each other and talking, they would immediately see a mismatch. I was meek and sort of “wimpy” (okay, maybe more than ‘sort of’), and he was tall, muscular, and had a commanding presence. He was also three years older than I was.

“Tell you what,” he said, looking down at me, scanning me up and down. “I’m gonna do you a big favor. I’ll take her off your hands tonight. You can have her back in the morning.”

I didn’t answer. How could I? To agree to his preposterous suggestion would be flat out admitting I was just a wimpy, pathetic excuse for a man. I remained silent.

“I don’t wanna make this painful for you, but I will if I need to,” he said threateningly. For emphasis, he slammed his fist into my right thigh with authority. Although he made the strike seem casual, it packed quite a wallop. The pain shot through me in a flash. I bit my lip and let out a muffled grunt to try to hide my agony.

He said, “All that’s standing between my cock and that hot little piece of ass is you. So, I’ll tell you what’s gonna happen next.” He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed with authority. “You’re gonna walk your skinny little ass over to Melody and you’re gonna tell her it’s cool for her to spend the night in my room. Got it?” He slammed his knuckles into my thigh again, at the exact same spot as before. Tears formed in my eyes and I saw stars, but I remained quiet.

I meekly nodded. As I stood up, the pain magnified in my thigh. Before I could take a single step, he grabbed me by my arm and spun me around to face him. He said, “Don’t fuck it up, Pud.”

As I limped toward Melody, I saw she was looking in our direction and that she had witnessed the entire scene between me and Ryan. She couldn’t hear us, but she saw how he punched me and I did nothing. A flood of shame swept over me. Oh God, what she must think of me now?!

“So ...” I started, when I approached Melody, “that guy Ryan ... he wants ... he wants to ... well, he wants you to ... Umm ...”

She seemed to enjoy watching me struggle. “Yes, I know,” Melody said with a smile, as she twirled her hair with her finger. “What do you think?”

Is she actually asking me what I think about another man taking my girlfriend to bed? I was crushed. I just shrugged my shoulders. “Is this really what you want?” I asked.

I looked back over at Ryan and saw him sitting there with a superior grin on his face and his arms folded. My thigh ached immensely. I could only imagine what the rest of me would feel like if I tried to stop him from being with Melody.

She just gave me a smile and said, “I’ll let you boys work it out among yourselves.”

I thought of walking away and cutting her out of my life, but I couldn’t bear the idea of losing her. Maybe she just needed to get this out of her system, I thought. I decided to let it happen and not cause a fuss, thinking that we will be stronger in the long run because of this.

But did it need to be so humiliating? I thought, not only is she going to cheat on me with that jerk, but I have somehow ‘work it out’ with him. Embarrassed, I slunk back to Ryan, completely defeated. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him. I said, “Okay,” practically inaudibly.

He said, “What? Speak up.”

I looked up and said, “Okay. Fine. Do it.”

He smiled from ear to ear and said, “You made a good choice, Pud. I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy all night long. She won’t be able to fuck for weeks when I’m done with her.”

What an ass. I just froze. I suppose another man might have protested. But what was the point? I couldn’t bear another punch in my thigh. And Melody seemed to want to be with him. What could I do?

He said, “If you ask me nicely tomorrow, I may even tell you what I did with her.” What nerve. I could not imagine subjecting myself to that level of humiliation.

The party started to wind down soon after that. Melody came up to me and said, “So, Ryan said that you boys worked it out. Is that right?” I nodded. She gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek and said she would see me the next day. Ryan walked over and put his arm around her, completely ignoring me. I watched the two of them until they disappeared from sight.

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