The next morning I quietly came out of the room, allowing Julia to sleep in a bit. I needed to get some clothes out of Maggie and my room but the door was closed. I was about to knock, but then I realized I was being silly. It was my room. I went inside boldly although I did try not to make a lot of noise doing so.
There she was. My Maggie. Naked and draped across an equally nude Stan. The beauty of my wife struck me at that moment. Her soft, pale skin contrasted against Stan's wrinkled hairy chest. Even soft, his cock lay obscenely across his thigh. Even with him asleep, it intimidated me.
I reflected on the situation, my wife taken by this much older man with a superior cock. Their wide age gap made the whole salacious thing even more taboo. And I got hard.
The way they were acting, her total submission to him... it was all too much, and yet, I found enjoyment in it.
I was well and truly cucked.
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I struggled all day to concentrate at work. It was Friday and we still had several days with Stan. He came into work a little later than me (Maggie apparently drove him in). He was good about acting like nothing was going on while other folks were around, but once or twice I noticed him giving me a look. A shit-eating grin that said "I'm fucking your wife and she loves it."
And she did. I honestly couldn't get over how much she loved it. It wasn't the first time during the week I contemplated if all of this was a mistake. It was nice to be with Julia the previous night, but Maggie and Stan fucking hung over even that experience like an oppressive shadow. I never thought I'd ever be with Julia in that way, but my enjoyment was tempered by the seeming loss of something in my relationship with Maggie. And, if anything, Maggie allowing me to be with Julia seemed dangerous. Stan would go away at the end of the week. Maybe visit every now and then. Julia would always be around and was known to have feelings for me. Dis make want me out of the way?
Somehow the end of the day arrived and my stomach felt like a volcano. I even downed a handful of antacids to get through the afternoon.
I took Stan home with me and we kept our talk to work and idle chit chat. I believe he could tell there'd been a change in my spirit and didn't want to needlessly poke at me.
Maggie welcomed me with a big sweet kiss and hug that almost completely erased my inner turmoil. And then she turned to Stan and gave him an over-the-top deeply passionate kiss, all while our front door was still wide open. Her mouth was practically fucking his out in the open. Any neighbor passing by or glancing our way would have seen them.
I moved to close the door and they just barely moved out of the way, Stan dumping his briefcase on the floor of our foyer.
When they finally broke, it was him that she addressed. "I fucking missed you today. I've thought about hardly anything else. Look! Feel how wet I already am."
She took his hand and pressed it up against her panties under her short skirt.
"Your pussy is learning that it needs to be that wet to handle me," Stan ludicrously said.
It was such a cocky and stupid thing to say, yet I both suspected it might be true and hated myself for how much it lit a flame within me.
"You know it, daddy."
"Tell me why you like calling me 'daddy '. Is it just because I'm older?" Stan asked her.
"No. Not exactly. You know how they say most girls want a guy like their dad? How our first crush is often our father? That was true for my dad. It's not like I wanted to sleep with him... But I wanted someone like him. At first. When I met Harry, he showed me all the good qualities of a man that my father was lacking. It's why I adore him. But he's nothing like the kind of guy I thought I'd end up with. The kind of guy I... grew up wanting to be with. You're much more the masculine type I thought I wanted. And sexually, you're much more the kind of guy that I lust after. So I call you daddy because it would just seem weird to call you 'baby' or 'honey'. Not with the kind of equipment you're working with. And yes, I do kind of like how much older you are. It makes it seem dirtier."
"That's kind of what I figured it to be. I get our Harry is good to you and takes care of you, but you'll probably always need someone like me to get your juices flowing."
She looked at me with a hint of pity in her eyes and then looked back at him. "You're not wrong."
She blushed with arousal while admitting it.
"So you see, Harry, you never really stood a chance. Maggie needs what I got and you don't. Come over here. Pull your little dick out."
I was feeling humiliated at being ordered around by Stan and had a fraction of resistance to his order, but then Maggie spoke up. "Do it, honey. I want to see."
Her request made the order go down easier, like a spoonful of sugar with the medicine of humiliation. I did as Stan said and came over to them and pulled my penis out. It was partially erect and getting bigger. The humiliation had that dual effect of aching my heart and hardening my dick. My jealousy and arousal are intertwined.
"Pull my cock out too, Maggie," Stan told her. He was in total control and he wasn't mincing words. "Look at them together."
And she did. Maggie unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants, and pulled his thick piece out of his underwear. Every time I saw it, I marveled at its heft. I couldn't imagine what it was like to have something that significant hanging between my legs. And he wasn't even a quarter of the way hard at that point.
Maggie handled both of us then, one in each hand. We both stepped out of our pants awkwardly as she held us. Stan took off his shirt and nodded at me to do the same. We were then both standing naked before my scantily clothed wife as she held each of us.
"It's insane, the difference between you," she said as she looked up at Stan with awe in her eyes. "It's like you two are different species."
She was saying that he was a man and I was... something else. Again, the hurt resonated but the arousal softened the blow.
"Is it any wonder why sex with me is so much better, Maggie?" he asked her with a soft tone. He didn't need to be forceful at this moment. His big cock was doing the heavy lifting in the conversation.
Maggie looked me in the eyes when she said, "There is certainly no mystery here. I love Stan's cock and what it does to me."
I nodded, unable to say anything else.
She turned to Stan. "It's not just that I like fucking you and this big cock. It's that I love fucking you knowing that I'm not supposed to. I love knowing I'm cuckolding Harry. I love that he adores me enough to let you sleep with me, taking control of my... of my pussy."
"Say that last part again."
"You own my pussy, Stan."
"Did you hear that, Harry? I own your wife's pussy. It's mine."
I just stared down at Maggie as she continued holding our cocks, comparing their lengths and girths silently. It was hard for me to deny how he was able to own her so fully. I loved that she was happy and getting pleasures I couldn't give her. I was turned on by her sluttiness and complete submission to Stan. But I was completely obsessed with his domination of her. She was an intelligent, independent modern woman in life. But in our bedroom, on her knees before a cock like Stan's, she was a slave to her own needs.
"I heard her, Stan."
"You love it though, don't you? Your beautiful wife letting me own her pussy. It turns you on."
I nodded. What else could I do? He was correct.
"Harry, tell your wife you want her to only have my cock."
