My Wifes Roommates

Hello, MrDawnFluffles here! This is my first cuckolding story. Enjoy!

CW:

Cuckolding, Orcs, Smegma, Excessively large cocks

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I grunted, cumming onto my wife's face. She locked eyes with me, wiping it off and licking her fingers clean. As she fondled my balls, she sucked the tiny bit of cum that was left in my cock. I slumped back in bed and she collapsed beside me. "Wanna go again?"

I turned to her. "Sorry, I'm dry as a cactus down there."

"Yeah, sorry. Thanks for letting my friends stay over, though."

"No worries. I think I'll go get some groceries before they arrive."

After stroking her hair for a few minutes, I climbed out of bed and started making breakfast. I served her a plate of eggs and toast in bed since I knew she was going to have her hands full over the coming days.

I left her to eat her meal and headed out to the store. She had told me that her friends ate a lot, so I got double everything that I normally would. I was going to be the resident chef while she entertained them. She'd also told me that her friends were a handful, so I volunteered to do all of the chores she normally did while they were here so she could take them to see the town.

I arrived back to find a car in the driveway.

I guess they're here.

I brought the groceries into the garage where we kept the fridge and pantry and unloaded them while listening to my wife's shrill laugh through the door, contrasted by a handful of deep, masculine voices. When she had invited them over, I had insisted that I was ok with her having male friends.

I hadn't always been so cool, but with the help of therapy, I'd trained myself to remember her wedding vows and the way she looked as she said "I do."

I finished unpacking the car and headed inside. When I arrived in the living room, I was shocked to see six huge green men. My jaw fell, but I managed to pick it up quickly and drag my wife out of the room.

"What the hell, Cat?" I asked. "You didn't tell me your friends were... orcs!"

She slapped my arm. "You know that's offensive."

"Right. I'm sorry."

I paused. "How the fuck do you know a group of Zemlyans anyway?"

"Through WoW, obviously. They like being able to express their masculine urges in less... harmful ways now that they've started integrating with society."

I spoke again. "You could have warned me. I would have bought more food, and prepared... six beds?"

"They're used to sleeping in the same bed. It's part of their life, so I offered our bed. I hope you're okay with that."

I nodded slowly, taking a second to process the information. "Okay, I guess we'll sleep in the guest room. I'll have to prepare new sheets, and-" before I could finish, she cut me off.

"They said they're fine with dirty sheets. They've slept with pigs, they don't care about our sweat," she said.

"I know... but... you want to use our nice sheets?"

She slapped my arm gently. "They're guests!"

"Okay. I'll get the guest bedroom ready for us."

She gave me a quick kiss. "I'll start the oven so you can make dinner. Love you!" She danced off back into the fray with the six massive men. They seemed polite if a bit boisterous.

I shook my head.

No, they're Cat's friends, and I trust her. I won't jeopardise our marriage for this.

I pictured her in her wedding dress and fluffed the pillow in the guest room.

I finished preparing the room and went on to cook dinner. It didn't take very much effort, so I listened to the conversation floating in from the other room.

The six Zemlyans joked constantly with her. A lot of the jokes I didn't find funny, or I didn't get, but I was content just to sit and listen to her laugh. She had the most beautiful laugh.

I finished the meal and called for the seven of them to join me at the dining table. I served them each in turn, and they waited until each had their meal before they started eating. I served myself last, and by the time I was getting ready to eat, some of them were requesting seconds.

Throughout the meal, I got to see a whole new side of Cat. The side of her that laughed at stupid jokes and drank a lot. And drink they did. Every few minutes one would toast her, and she managed to keep up with the six of them for a few hours until she began to slur her words and I cut her off. They protested, but not very much. They were nearing their limit too.

Who is this woman?

I wondered, only half-jokingly. I tucked her into bed and returned to the dining room.

"Lovely woman you have there," one of the Zemlyans said.

"Most I've ever seen someone drink. She bragged about her limits, but we thought she was exaggerating," another added.

"Gentlemen, where are your manners?" the biggest one said. "We are in this man's home, spending time with his most gracious wife, eating his food, and we haven't been properly introduced."

"No, that's-" I started, but was interrupted instantly.

The Zemlyan to my right grabbed my arm by the inner elbow. "My name is Sladichov. Honour upon your wife."

"My name is Pyortr. Honour upon your wife," the next added.

I found out their names were Sladichov, Pyotr, Taras, Falislav, Ilyandich, and the biggest, Vladivakova. They each bestowed honour upon Cat and wished me a good night before retiring to our bedroom.

I was granted an easy rest with my wife beside me.

One day down,

I thought.

When I awoke, Cat was already gone, the house silent. I stretched and got dressed. She'd left a note on the counter saying that they wouldn't be back until dinnertime.

That's perfect. Now I can actually prepare.

I cleaned up the mess from the night before. For all their cordiality, they were sloppy eaters. I vacuumed and dusted, cleaning every surface of the grime that had accumulated. As I swept around, I passed the master bedroom. The sheets were stained a dark yellow and covered in hair.

I couldn't help myself, so I changed them and threw them into the laundry. As noon rolled around, I fixed myself a small lunch made of leftovers from the night before and got to work making a more elaborate meal. Since Cat was out of the house, I decided to cook her favourite meal, to surprise her.

I pulled out my beef stroganoff recipe and got to work. I needed to make much more than I usually did, so I gave myself plenty of time to get things ready. I spent the whole afternoon cooking, and finally, it was ready. Just as I heard the car pull up in the driveway, I poured the last bowl and put it on the table.

Cat walked in first, and immediately she smiled. "That's a good thing to smell, isn't it, Pyotr?" she asked.

The Zemlyan nodded. "Beef Stroganoff. One of my favourite meals. You like, Cat?"

She licked her lips, then gave me a kiss on the cheek. They took their spots around the table, and we sat down. "So, how was it?" I asked.

"It was great. We saw the gallery, the war museum, the aviation and space one," she said.

"Yeah? I haven't been to those in years. Still good?"

She nodded, chewing a piece of beef. The Zemlyans stopped eating. "Something wrong?" I asked.

Taras excused himself. He came back from the pantry with a handful of parsley. Sprinkling it over all of our plates, he said, "that's better. I knew it was missing something."

Cat stabbed a piece of beef and scooped a small leaf of parsley onto her fork. "Mmmm..." she moaned. "That's good."

Vladivakova laughed. "Can't beat Zemlyans at making Russian dishes." He tapped his nose. "Strong sense of smell."

I laughed nervously.

They're really correcting my cooking? And Cat thinks it's good, too.

I finished my meal in silence, listening to the seven of them laughing and joking some more. I did have to admit, the parsley helped.

After a few hours of conversation, and the moon cresting above the horizon, Cat was beginning to yawn. I helped her to bed and returned to the dining room.

"Do you have any more Russian recipes? I could give you more tips," Taras said.

I shook my head. "Not now. Let's talk about it tomorrow." I paused. "Was it fun today?" I asked. "The museums, I mean."

"It was very entertaining. We have nothing like this in Zemlya," Ilyandich said. "So much history. Ours is passed down through stories, and now we record it with paper, but you have paper documents from so far ago."

I nodded. "It's really incredible, isn't it?"

He grunted in agreement.

"Are you planning to go out again tomorrow?"

A few of them shrugged. "It was Cat's idea. We just go for the ride," Falislav said.

"Alright, well I'm quite tired too. Make yourselves at home, and I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight," I said. I retreated to my room, Cat lying asleep in the centre of the bed, hogging the cushions. I curled up beside her, relegated to the far corners of the mattress.

Sometime after falling asleep, I felt Cat get up and leave the room. I rubbed my eyes awake and got up too. She followed Sladichov to his bedroom, where he threw open the door and gestured inside.

I heard her whisper to him, before she went into the laundry room, returning with the dirty sheets I had removed earlier. Yellow slime leaked from the sheets onto her nightgown, staining it with the same yellow stench, before she handed the sheets to him and returned to bed. I pretended to sleep.

She curled up around me, plastering my bare back and the nice clean sheets in the Zemlyans' filth. I stifled a gag, but soon enough I fell back asleep, despite the discomfort.

When I awoke, she was snoring beside me, and our blankets were inundated with yellow slime. The smell was dizzying, and her face was resting in a large puddle of the stuff.

I grabbed a roll of paper towels and did my best to clean up around her while not disturbing her, but I couldn't fully save the sheets from the horrifying stains.

I left her there, not wanting to risk waking her any further, and I headed out into the hall after getting dressed. The house was quiet, and there was no sign of any of the Zemlyans.

As I breathed a sigh of relief, a low voice came from behind me.

"Good morning," he said.

I turned around. Vladivakova had been sitting in my armchair the whole time, and I just hadn't noticed him.

"Morning. Can I get you something?"

He shook his head. "I'm fine, thank you. I hope our request last night was not overstepping?"

I scratched my head for a second. "Right! The blankets. No, that was fine, though you could have said something earlier."

"Apologies, we just didn't notice, though that is no excuse for getting Cat out of bed."

"No, it's fine. It's fine. She'll just sleep in late is all. You might be stuck with me for a bit."

He chuckled. "You are a very lucky man. And she is a lucky woman."

I nodded. "I'm glad she has friends. It's usually just me and her, but I'm glad you like her too. Not everyone thinks she's great."

He nodded as well. "Yes, she can be... boisterous at times."

"Apparently."

He pulled out a book from the table beside him and began reading. Despite his immense size, he was very delicate with the soft pages.

As I stood there awkwardly, I heard Cat's footsteps coming down the hall. She appeared, still plastered in the yellow slime and only wearing her nightgown, which didn't do much to hide her from the world, especially with the gross fluid making it more see-through.

My eyes shot open, but I took a deep breath.

She probably just forgot to get changed.

I went over and asked her as such.

She shook her head. "I figure that if they're here for a week, I want to be comfortable. Plus, they're my best friends. They'll see it eventually, even by accident, right?"

She yawned and stretched, her gown baring most of her thighs.

Vladivakova seemed intent on the book.

She pulled me in and kissed me deeply, a bit of the slime sticking to my face. I pulled back. "You have something on your face," I said gently.

She reached up and touched it, a string of slime attaching itself to her fingers as she did.

"Oh," she laughed. Her beautiful smile was contrasted starkly with the fluid. "I'll clean that right up."

She went over in front of Vladivakova, still reading the book. "Hey, look at what a clutz I am," she said. "I must have spilled that stuff all over myself before going to bed last night."

He chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, we're messy."

"Oh, no, it's fine. It's part of your lifestyle, right? Who am I to discount that?"

He shot me a glance before returning his gaze to her, making sure to maintain eye contact.

"I should go clean up. Be right back!" she said, disappearing around a corner and into the bathroom.

I went into the kitchen and put on some coffee before she got back. When I was about halfway done, she came out suddenly and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the bedroom.

"We need to talk," she said.

"Alright, what about?"

"Let me finish, doofus," she paced lightly around the room. "I... didn't clean up the stains."

"Hmm? But your face is-"

"Shush." She sat down really close to me and looked into my eyes. "I don't want to say this, but I don't want to lie to you either."

She grimaced, before spilling her words out onto the floor. "I ate it. I didn't want to, but I almost felt like I had to. And it was so delicious, Morgan, I think there's something wrong with me."

I made to speak, but she cut me off again. "I almost wore a towel, since this thing is drenched, and since I didn't have any more clothes, I started wrapping it around me, then I thought about how Vladivakova and the others would look at me when I was only in a towel, and I got so hot, Morgan, it felt so good.

"And as I went to open the door, I thought 'oh my god, what am I doing?' and I almost wanted to go out naked just to see his reaction, but I mustered my willpower and pulled you in here." As she finished she started crying, sobbing snot onto my clothes.

I held her tightly and stroked her hair. "It's okay," I said. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"But I wanted to, and that's just as bad."

"I don't think it is." My anger wasn't even flaring.

As she sobbed, a knock came at the door. "Is everything okay in there?" Vladivakova asked.

"Yep, we just need some space, if you don't mind," I said.

"Sure thing. Let me know when you're ready or done, or whatever."

"Even now," she squeaked, "I want to go out there and sit on his lap."

That image flared my breath, but I kissed her forehead and calmed myself in the process.

"Do you know why?" I asked. "Usually, these things stem from marital troubles. If you're unhappy, I want to know about it so you're not going through it alone."

She cried even harder. "I don't want to say it."

I hugged her close. "You don't have to, but I might be able to help."

She sniffled against me, tears falling softly across her cheeks. "I... I want to, but you'll be upset with me."

"I promise, I won't be. I love you, Cat, so whatever it is, you can tell me."

She pulled back to look me in the eyes. "Promise?"

"Promise."

Her lip trembled, and she spoke. "You're... you aren't..." she paused, her face contorting as she battled to force the words out. "You're not good in bed."

"Oh." My heart trembled, but I realised I couldn't be mad at her. She fought so hard to be honest, and that's what she was. She wasn't being mean, she was just being Cat. And Cat was unhappy sexually.

"That's all it was?" I lied. It mattered to me, but I was willing to lie to make her happy. "I'm kind of disappointed you didn't tell me earlier. We could have gotten a vibrator, or I could've taken a class. Well, I guess I still can."

"No, you don't understand. When I first smelled them, something awoke in me." She started sniffling again. "And that yellow stuff... smelling it... I need it." Her voice grew low, and I felt something in me crack. I put my head in my hands.

"See, I knew you'd get upset," she said. "I'm sorry," she got up to leave.

I grabbed her arm. "I'm not... I'm not upset. I just need to think. Don't leave, please."

She sat beside me again and rested her head on my shoulder. We sat there for a few minutes while I contemplated our options.

The best option seemed to be to let her do whatever she wanted, but I wasn't sure if I could take that. I pictured her smile during our wedding, but the image was eclipsed by the thought of one of the Zemlyans pounding her.

As I considered our options, she took off her nightgown and brought it up to her face. She inhaled directly through the yellow stains, surely seeping the substance into her brain. As she breathed out, she sighed deeply, a look of contentment crossing her face. Her breasts hung against her chest, rising something in my pants despite my depressed puzzling.

She was beautiful in her bliss. What did I want, most of all at that moment? I considered the question carefully. My answer could determine everything about our relationship.

Truly, at the centre of my being, in fact, my very soul, wanted her to be happy, even at my own expense. I decided then and there I would endure any torture just to see her smile.

"Do you really want to do this?" I asked, voice shaky. Despite my resolve, I was still nervous.

"More than anything."

"Then I won't stop you," I said, defeat clear across my face.

She looked deep into my eyes. "I love you," she said, her voice weak.

I couldn't hold her gaze, shame creeping across my mind like a blanket. I knew there was no reason for me to be ashamed since she was the one actually doing it, but I was allowing it to happen. In my own house.

She grabbed my hand and led me into the hallway. The six Zemlyans had gathered and were huddled in the living room. Vladivakova noticed us first and hushed the others.

They stood silently, waiting for us to speak first. Cat looked sheepishly to me for guidance.

I guess I'll have to do it, then.

I cleared my throat, still clutching her hand tightly. "I have something to say. I guess... we have something to say. I don't want to impose on you, since you're our guests, but Cat... Cat is not satisfied with our marriage."

They began talking, but Vladivakova quieted them again.

"I mean, she still loves me, but..." I trailed off, my voice faltering.

She held me tight.

"She's unsatisfied... sexually. If you're willing, she wants to... y'know."

I only noticed at that moment that she was still holding her nightgown in her arms, her body on display for all of the tall, green men.

Vladivakova spoke first. "Your wife is certainly attractive, and we are completely willing to bed her, so long as that is what both of you truly desire."

I looked to her, but she just locked eyes with the tall Zemlyan and walked over, her breasts bouncing as she went. She strutted up to him and placed a hand on his crotch. "I want this more than anything, you dumb, stinky orc. Do me."

A buzz shot through the room. They looked to their leader for guidance, who looked to me. I scrunched my face into a ball and nodded to him.

I heard her moan as he picked her up and kissed her deeply. I couldn't bear to look, but I couldn't look away either. The enormous man carried her into the master bedroom and shut the door behind, leaving me with the five others.

Her moans practically shook the house, and the bed rocked loudly through the walls. The five others stripped naked, their erections at full mast, waiting outside the door. As they stroked themselves slowly, I realised how big they were. Each was the size of my thigh, and equally as long, covered in green bumps with a large pink head sticking out from the untrimmed foreskin. A bush of pubes obscured the base, but they didn't detract from the awesome size.

Where the foreskin pulled back, revealing the head, sat a huge mess of chunky smegma, the same yellow as the slime. It leaked from their cocks onto the carpet below us, and I could smell it from where I was, all the way across the room.