Cucked Flash Fiction

Hot shower

As expected, your wife isn't next to you when you wake up. You jump out of bed, strip naked, walk into the shower, and feel the hot water splash down your thin body. A hair is embedded in your pink bar of soap, curving its way down the center. It's not red like the mane that spills over your wife's shoulders. It's black like the hairy chest of her fitness trainer.

As you rub the pink foam into your skin, you picture them doing the same to each other. In your mind they're groping, kissing, and sucking until she's begging the chiseled god to fuck her.

Your cock thickens. You stroke it remembering the dick print in his shorts, and picturing it turning to stone and contrasting against her soft skin. Then another memory hits you hard. It causes your balls to contract and sends ropes of cum shooting out your cock. It's the memory of your wife's kisses tasting like a man on a diet consisting of chicken and pineapple.

You keep stroking as you wonder

Should I tell her I know she's cheating? That I not only told him to make the moves on her, but also how she likes to be touched, where she likes to be kissed, and how calling her a slutty princess drives her crazy? Nah! Let her feel like a bad girl for a little longer.

Please!

You suck on her tongue. Her nipples poke through the fabric of her shirt. You desperately want to pinch them and warm them with your mouth, but you remember what she said.

"No skin-on-skin contact, baby? Not anymore."

"Please, mistress! They're so soft and I don't remember the last time I felt them in my hands."

"Mmmm, you want to touch them? Ask my bull for permission first."

"He's not answering his phone."

"Then I guess you don't get to touch them."

Mistress Pain and the Priest

Standing at your pulpit, your words blazed like a dragon's breath, incinerating the hidden egos in your congregation. In your sermon condemning adultery you were about to explain why women shouldn't teach when you saw her eyes. Her gaze reached out from above that venomous smile.

Go ahead,

the smile said,

I'd like to hear how women aren't allowed to teach men. Maybe while you're at it you can explain why I get to slap your bare ass red for jerking off or touching your wife when I'm gone.

You fall silent. For a moment, only soft coughing and shuffling echoes in a void of silence. You avoid looking at your mistress and continue the speech until you find your fiery momentum. That fire dies when you spot your wife's o face right next to Mistress Pain's lecherous grin.

Minutes ago, Mistress Pain traced her fingertips along your wife's thighs. Then, she caressed the wet spot in her cotton panties. However, at this moment, Miss Pain's fingers are stabbing and curling inside her pussy. The helpless wife's open mouth suppresses a scream.

You flashed back to something Mistress Pain said while thrusting, stuffing your ass with a 9-inch dildo.

That's a cute little wife you have there. Does she get to have fun too, or does she have to stay home, cook and clean like a good little housewife, while Mistress Pain stretches your asshole?

Each thrust clamped your teeth down on the red ball gag.

It's the latter, isn't it? I could break her free from that. I could get the Puritan slut sucking her pussy juice off my fingers. I'd tease her with my tongue and lather her clit with all the slippery pleasure she's been missing. I could show her my jiggly ass and my soft titties, giving her something to worship before I suck all the willpower out of her sopping wet pussy. Then she'll be cooking my meals and cleaning my house. Not to mention kissing me harder and licking my ass like a wild whore you've never met before. Oh, you don't think I can make a lesbian slutwife out of her? We'll see.

Mistress Pain stands up. Soon after, your wife follows. Together, they disappear into the crowd.

All For You

The more glute bridges your wife did, the more round jiggly meat her yoga pants had to carry. It swayed back and forth. It drew eyes. It stayed in men's minds long after they left the room. Every time you gave that thick thing a slap, she'd giggle and tickle under your chin. Every time you made love to her, she'd serenade you with soft quiet moans, and every time you kissed her ass and praised her hard work she said "All for You."

Perfect marital bliss.

Unfortunately, these gestures would forever come off like half-hearted lies after today. The day you come home 3 days early.

Deep desperate feminine moans come from your bedroom. You crack the door open. Peeking around the corner, you find your best friend's chiseled body positioned behind your naked wife.

Crazed eyes. A delirious smile. She's on all fours and presenting her thick juicy ass to his thrusting hips. It tightens around his fat cock. His strong hands knead the soft globes of skin.

"It's getting nice and big. You've been doing those glute bridges like I told you?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"Good girl! Daddy likes a big juicy ass bouncing on his dick!"

"You can have it anytime you want, Daddy!"

"Then buckle up, bitch! I'm about to stretch this ass for all it's worth! Then I'll lick my nut out of your ass and snowball it back into your mouth."

You turn around just in time to miss his body crashing into hers, and her upper body dropping as she tightly hugs her pillow. You didn't race through the door fast enough to miss the bed creaking, or her moans turning into screams, throwing out the words "Yes, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Spank me, Daddy! I've been such a bad girl! Fuck me!"

So how was it

As the daughter of a priest, Catrina got her first joint and her first drink from her boyfriend Jason. The young man also introduced her to folk metal, which inspired her to braid her hair and read books on Wicca.

Jason was so understanding and willing to nurture her growth as a person, she couldn't help but nuzzle him, smother him with kisses, and call him her sweet bad boy.

Three months into the relationship, he took her to her first metal show, where she found her way into her first nasty bathroom. From a hole in the graffiti-stained wall her first real man's dick emerged.

Before she met her boyfriend, she probably would have ignored it. Might have even called the cops, but Jason had put her on such an exciting streak of experimentation, she had to put it in her mouth. She tongued the urethra and sucked with a passion that Jason would have loved to feel in her kisses.

Searching her pockets, she couldn't find a condom, so she gripped the black cock, slapped it against her clit a few times, and squeezed it with her pink pussy. As it coursed in and out of her, she let the juices soak into the hard flesh, so she could suck it off before stabbing herself with it once again. When her unknown lover finally emptied his balls inside her, she pulled her panties back on, trapping the white froth inside her.

She took a second to come up with an excuse for being in the bathroom so long before finally coming out.

A split second after seeing Jason's knowing smile, he assaulted her with kisses. His hands found her ass, and his husky voice poured into her ear.

"So how does the preacher's daughter like the taste of big black cock?"

I've been thinking

"I'm thinking about permanently taking away one of your privileges today, cucky," says your wife Jennifer.

"Which one?"

"Touching me in the shower."

"And?"

"That's it. You'll be able to kiss me, fuck me, and do everything else you did before. Just not in the shower, pool, or hot tub."

"Really? Is that all you've got?"

With a smile, she takes your tie and pulls you in closer, until her face takes up the whole of your vision.

"You say that now, but I'll make sure you get an eyeful the next time water drips off these round titties and my bubble-shaped booty, reminding you of how slippery they can get. I'll never let you feel that against your skin again. Not even to make your cock flex against the inside of your cage."

"But you're only thinking about it, right?"

"Was, white boy! Was thinking about it! Then you had to be a smart-ass! Now only beefy black studs get to feel their thick cocks between my tits when they're wet enough to fuck. Now you're going to buy that black bikini we were looking at, and I'm going to start calling my bulls until I can find at least four who can join me in the pool tonight."

The Wedding

The crowd of wedding guests clumps into one space reaching to catch the bouquet. Four hands claw into it at once. While the two women playfully try to twist the treasured item from each other's grasp, your best man smirks.

Now,

he thinks. He slips under the clustered group's notice and hooks his arm into your wife, Jennifer.

"Justin!" she exclaims with a wicked smile. "What are you doing?"

"Something naughty. Want to come?"

After only a second of biting her lip and thinking about it, she can't help but say "yes!"

They rush into the limo with the words *just married*, painted on the back window. In the corner of your eye, the car starts moving. You run past the guests. Smiling, Jennifer sticks her head out, waves, and says "bye hubby" before the vehicle disappears around the curve.

Your family's scorn softens into sadness as you explain that this is just a kinky game you do. Your friends simply smirk.

Now all the women know your wife's pretty pink lips are massaging your best man's infamously massive dick. The men can picture her booty jiggling as she pumps his pulsating girth with her wet wanton pussy. Laughter ensues. Fantasies churn and sizzle as if skewered above flame. Not everyone is talking about Jennifer's escape, but you know gossip is circulating and every smirk and burst of laughter is a culprit.

If they only knew what's about to go down.

After 3 hours of watching TV naked at the hotel, the lock unlatches. The door opens. In the disheveled remains of her wedding dress, Jennifer leans against the doorway. A bubble of cum and saliva expands from her mocking smile. Your kiss obliterates it. She catches the nearly translucent broth spilling from her mouth and lubes your cock with it, stroking it to full length, before stopping. Like a diving board, it hovers a moment, before shooting hot cum onto the wall.

In the afterglow, you make a decision.

Let them gossip. They don't know what they're missing.