Warning 100% cuckold story.
Michael went over the edge. I'm almost ashamed to say I know him. Jo saves the day by being so fuckable.
It's surprising how fast a marriage can sour. A cancelled anniversary dinner finds Jo cuckolding Michael and discovering her slutty side. She's now his boss' slut. Michael quickly adapts.
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Wednesday Nine PM
I got home just before 9 to a dark house. Usually the landscape lights flood the front of the house like New Year's Eve. The only light came from the living room on the first floor. I sighed, but half expected this from the way our afternoon phone call ended.
Wednesday Three PM
Today is our 5th anniversary and Jo excitedly called to tell me she went to her favorite boutique with her friend, Annie, who helped her pick out a sexy dress for dinner and dancing tonight. She described the dress as being so short and revealing that she is almost embarrassed to wear it.
"It's a plunging v-neck party dress made by Venus. The vee ends below my breasts, and I hope tape will prevent my boobs from falling out. It's backless and ends at the top of my ass. I can't wear a bra or panties with it. It made me feel so slutty trying it on. I bought 4 Β½ inch strappy sandals to complete the look. Annie insisted that I get it for you.
"What time will you be home?"
"Honey, Hank wants me to finish up the proposal for that new construction project. I don't see getting out of the office until midnight, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."
"Fine!" she said cooly and hung up.
I felt rotten canceling our anniversary celebration, but my boss made it clear this proposal had to be finished tonight. Then to my surprise a co-worker, John, saw me at my desk and offered to help. The two of us finished the project by 8:15.
I called Jo but her phone went directly to voicemail.
Wednesday Nine PM
A stretch limo was idling in our driveway. It was empty.
I walked into the dark foyer and called out: "Jo! I'm home!"
No answer.
I walked toward the stairs to the upstair bedrooms. I was passing the living room and caught motion out of the corner of my eye. There was Jo, naked, wearing a chauffeur's cap, fucking a very large naked black man on the sofa. Her legs were wrapped around his back, urging him to thrust faster.
Jo looked at me with a smile and said: "Michael, wait for me in the bedroom."
She grabbed his lean black ass pulling him into her cunt. Empty vodka bottles littered the floor.
I quickly entered the room shouting, "Get the fuck off my wife! Who the fuck are you?"
He continued pounding Jo's pussy turning to me with a smile, flashing perfectly white teeth and said: "Hi."
"This is Antonne, Hanks driver."
"Stop fucking my wife!" I said grabbing him by his enormous bicep and not being able to pull him away."
Jo pushed my arm away screaming: "Michael. Stop it. Be nice to him because he fucks wonderfully and I'm cuming. Get the fuck upstairs and I'll be there in a minute."
He looked at me coldly.
"Don't disrespect your wife, go upstairs or I'll drag you upstairs!"
He looked like a bull. He is very big and must weigh 250 pounds.
I stood my ground.
Antonne stopped thrusting and said to Jo: "Excuse me a sec, honey."
He pulled out of her pussy and stood facing me. I was amazed at the size of that thick cock.
He's very tall, over 6' 5", with a broad, chiseled chest tapering down to a narrow muscular waist and sculptured ass. His cock, from which two monstrous balls hung, had to be over 13 inches long and as thick as a beer can.
He took a step towards me and lifted my 185 pound frame and walked me backwards to the foot of the stairs before putting me down.
He stood there with his huge arms crossed and that perfect set of white teeth and told me:
"You lose, Michael, you can't beat me and I can easily break your fuckin' ass. I want you to listen to your wife and go to your room while I finish fucking her. Now go upstairs."
I lost. I couldn't see the use of further resistance and turned and walked up to our bedroom and stood at the door frame listening to the conversation from below.
I'm 6' 1" and have a nice body that I work on at the club. There was no way I could have rescued Jo without having something to beat on his huge nubian head.
And what the fuck is my boss' driver and limo doing here anyway?
I pulled out my phone and called Hank's cell and the call went to voicemail. I was thinking what to do next when my phone rang and I see Hank's number on the screen. I answered hearing loud music blaring through the phone. I could just make out Hank saying he couldn't hear, and would find somewhere quiet and call me right back.
I stood at the door waiting and hear Jo shouting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck my cheating cunt. Fuck me like nobody else can. Fill my slutty cunt with your seed."
I'm heartbroken and couldn't believe how crappy this day had become.
At the same time visualizing that monster cock fucking Jo was erotic. Did he fuck her throat? Visualizing his wood in her throat was a huge turn-on as I closed my eyes to form a mental picture.
The phone rang.
"Hello?"