I sat on the floor, my face still stinging from where the big man bitched slapped me. He simply grabbed me by the front of my shirt, lifted me to my toes, and repeatedly slapped my face.
"How could this happen to me in my own home", I wondered. The humiliation of being beaten by a large naked man who had suddenly emerged from our bedroom was mortifying. He was obviously fucking my wife. She too was equally nude and stood by the man laughing at me.
I rubbed my face and listened to what the man was telling me. "It's my pussy now boy. If I catch you trying to fuck it, I'll beat you senseless. Understand?"
I rubbed my sore face and nodded.
"Speak up boy." My antagonist stood above me, his large cock swinging almost hypnotically, menacingly.
"I understand." I said dejected, looking at the object that had just a few minutes ago been in my wife of 8 years.
"Damn it boy, you're pissing me off. Say it like you mean it." His tone was threatening, his fists clenched and unclenched as he stood over me, his teeth gritted.
"Yes sir, I understand." My voice wavered and almost cracked. I was cowed by this man.
"You understand what? Tell your wife and me what it is you think you understand boy."
Candy, my wife stifled her giggle as I croaked out the words he wanted to hear.
"It's your pussy sir. I won't try to fuck my wife anymore."
"Good boy." He smirked. Candy just muttered, "pathetic."
My dick twitched as my humiliation grew.
Candy went to her man and took his large cock in her hand. "You see Johnny, you can't compare to this." She shook his cock at me. "Your useless little dick won't be soiling my pussy anymore. Vince here will take your place in our bed when he is here. As you've seen, he's a real man. Your wimp ass will welcome him into our home. You'll make him comfortable. You'll thank him for fucking me, making me cum.
I listened to my wife. I was stunned to say the least.
We had been married in a simple ceremony over 8 years ago. I thought we were happy. I thought she was happy. I never saw this coming.
Candy, at the age of 36 has maintained her looks and figure. That figure, a bit on the heavy side is what attracted me to her. I like a full figured woman. She wasn't fat, but she had a big round ass. Her middle was a tad thick, her waist measuring a nice 26". Her breasts were full and had a touch of sag to their 36 D's.
My wife has an open, welcoming face with mischievous blue eyes. She keep her blonde hair long and flowing. All in all, I find her beautiful. My friends tell me she's sexy. After our wedding, my father told me to keep an eye on her. I had no idea of what he meant.
Well I had no idea of what he meant until today when I came home. Entering our living room, I heard strange moaning and grunting coming from the bed room. Our modest home has two bed rooms, a living room and a large eat-in kitchen. It isn't a mansion but it is paid for.
Anyway, I called out to my wife and heard rustling in the bed room and Candy's giggling.
I headed in that direction but Candy emerged naked and disheveled. Her hair was mussed. Her lipstick smeared. There were red marks on her titties. The smell of sex permeated the air around her.
"What the fuck Candy?" I demanded strongly. "What the hell is going on?"
My wife smiled and tried to calm me down. "Johnny, we need to talk. I need to tell you something." She came to me and kissed me. The taste of cock was on her lips and the scent on her breath.
I pushed away. "You cheating bitch" I began.
That was when the naked man came out of our bed room, grabbed me by my shirt and slapped me.
"No one calls Candy a bitch. Got that?" he said as he tossed me to the floor.
So now I'm telling him I understand that my wife's pussy is now his private domain and promise not to try to trespass in it.
"Get out of you clothes Johnny", Candy tells me.
