I'd been walking around the casino for over two hours. Michelle, my sexy 40 year old wife, was in our room with Ty, her lover, and he'd told me to leave as soon as he'd arrived. I'd pouted and begged to stay and at least be allowed to watch, but Ty had just laughed and shoved me into the hall. Michelle's laughter as the door slammed shut still echoed in my ears, and my arm was sore from Ty's rough twisting it as he'd humiliated me in front of her. I checked my phone for the hundredth time at least, still nothing.
I found a bar and ordered a beer and shot, needing something to calm my nerves. I resisted texting Michelle as I waited, knowing it would bother her and trusting that she'd text me as soon as they were ready for me to come back. I chased the shot with the beer and tried to watch the game on the bar TVs, but I couldn't get the sound of Michelle laughing as Ty had so easily thrown me out of our room. He had literally almost lifted me off the ground and dumped me in the hall. And he'd done it effortlessly. No wonder she liked him fucking her so much, I thought. He was far more muscular than me, bigger in every way, I knew.
Finally, just as I finished my second beer, my phone went off. Come on up, Sweetie
I hurriedly paid my tab and rushed to the elevators. My head buzzed from the drinks and thoughts of what my wife had been doing for nearly three hours. I jammed the button as soon as I got to the elevators, desperately willing them to get there faster. The bell rang and I tried to rush in as soon as the doors opened, but I ran right into Ty. My mouth dropped open as I looked up at him and stumbled back. Ty smiled down at me and laughed as he left the elevator. Three of his friends followed and as they rounded the corner, I heard them all roar with laughter. My mind raced as I rushed into the elevator and pushed the button for our floor. I nearly ran for our room when the doors finally opened.
"Honey?" I called nervously after fumbling with the key card and slowly opening the door. The smell of sex permeated the room.
"In here, hon," Michelle called softly from the bed. I slowly walked down the hallway and entered the room. Michelle was sprawled naked on the bed, smiling dreamily. "Hi," she purred.
"H-hi," I gulped, taking in the scene before me. The bed was destroyed, sheets thrown off, pillows strewn about the room. The clothes Michelle had been wearing were nowhere to be found. And... my heart skipped as I realized Michelle was covered with cum.
"Ty brought friends," Michelle smiled, confirming my fears after I'd seen them get off the elevator with him. "It was... wonderful," she finished after closing her eyes dreamily.
"Honey... I..." I didn't know what to say. This was so much more than we had ever talked about.
"You have work to do, Cucky. Take your clothes off," she ordered. I quickly stripped, not knowing what else to do. I was trying to be mad, but I couldn't help but be turned on.
