When Colin woke up the next morning, Michelle was still asleep, which was not surprising, given the state she was in last night. He had taken a shower, and was dressed for work when she sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Good morning, hon," he said cheerfully.
She squinted at him through sleepy eyes. "What happened last night?" she asked.
"You got home at 1:00 in the morning, all sticky and smelling like cum, and practically passed out."
"What?" she yawned.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep," he leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"No, I'll make you some coffee."
"I'll make it myself. You need some more rest. And a shower." He chuckled.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I'll see you later."
On the drive to work Colin thought about how much his life had changed since yesterday. He had tried to confront the man who his wife was cheating on him with, but Jake had flat-out refused to stop seeing his wife. And later his wife had told him the same, and told him to just get over it. Apparently he was to blame because he wasn't making sure Michelle was sexually satisfied. In the end, instead of putting an end his wife's affair, he had decided to live with it - not that he had much of a choice. He was not a fighter, and was too lazy to take what he wanted; as was pointed out to him by Michelle and Jake. So that's how it was going to be from now on. He had gone from a loving husband to his wife's cuckold in one day.
It was almost lunch-time when Colin received a text message from Michelle.
M: Hi Babe.
C: Hi! Look who's finally up :)
M: Hey, did I really sleep next to you smelling like cum last night? I'm so sorry :( I should have stayed at Jake's
C: No, don't worry about it. I liked that you came back to me. And seeing you like that was kinda hot in a weird way. haha
M: Really? You thought it was hot?
C: I know, right? It was a crazy day yesterday. And last night I had been reading all about cuckolds. I guess it kinda opened up my mind a lot of things.
M: Yeah, I opened your laptop and it was opened to a page about cuckolds being humiliated and stuff. Does all this turn you on?
C: I don't know. But I think I want to give it a shot.
M: Omg! Really? It's gonna be so much fun!
C: Yeah, I'm really excited. I kept getting hard all night wondering what you were doing with Jake. Of course, I was jealous too. But I think I really do want to be your cuckold, babe.
M: Yes! I'm so happy! I love you so much, babe.
C: I love you too, babe.
*****
Colin sent Michelle another text while sitting in traffic on the drive home.
C: Hi Babe. I'm on my way home.
It took a few minutes for Michelle to reply.
M: Hey cuck-boy. Jake's fucking my brains out on our bed. Been too busy to make dinner. Be a good boy and pick up some food on the way, OK? Make sure to bring enough for the three of us.
For a moment Colin could not believe what he had read. Boiling with rage, he was about to call Michelle and give her an earful when the cars started honking behind him. He turned his eyes back on the road and saw that traffic had moved ahead in front of him. He put down the phone and moved his car along, still thinking about the text, but now he forced himself to calm down and look at it again.
What was she thinking? Inviting that guy into their bedroom without even asking him; and she fucking him on their own bed. And if that wasn't enough, he was supposed to bring him food as if to thank him for screwing his wife? But then he remembered what they had talked about earlier. He had agreed to give it a shot and be her cuckold. This must be her way of initiating him for his role, he thought. Even if he did think she was taking things way too fast, he decided it was best to do as she had asked.
When Colin arrived at home with take-out, he hesitated at the front door, unsure what to do after he went in. This was the first time he would be facing Jake after his attempt at confrontation, and now Jake knew he had assumed the role as her wife's cuckold. It made him feel embarrassed, but he told himself he didn't care what Jake thought. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door and stepped inside. Michelle and Jake were not in the living room, therefore he assumed they must still be in the bedroom.
'How long can this guy keep going?' he wondered. As he carried the food to the kitchen he thought he heard Jake's voice coming from the bedroom. He took of his shoes and crept silently to the bedroom door and listened to the sounds coming from the other side of the door.
"Oh yeah, baby. Just like that." Jake was saying.
It was followed by a muffled moan and slurping noises, which had to be Michelle sucking Jake's cock. Colin could not remember the last time, Michelle had sucked his cock. And she never slurped on his cock like he heard her doing to Jake right now. He felt a mixture of anger and jealousy and had half a mind to open the door and interrupt them. But again, he had to remind himself of his role. 'Just be patient and it will pay out in the end', he told himself; although he didn't know what kind of payout he was expecting.
From what he read about cuckoldry, the cuckold is often made to serve his 'hotwife' and 'bull' as commanded, and if he had done a good job, he is sometimes rewarded with some kind of pathetic sexual release. He had been turned on at the thought when he was reading about other couples' experiences, but now that it was happening to him, he wasn't sure what to make of it.
He turned around and went to the living room. He felt hot in his work clothes, but he could not go into the bedroom to change. So he took off his socks, his tie, and belt; and untucked his shirt, and unbuttoned it halfway for some relief. Then he sat on the couch and turned on the TV waiting for his 'hotwife' and her 'bull' to come out for dinner.
He waited for what seemed like hours. He had skipped through all the channels twice but he could not concentrate on any of the programs. His mind kept going back to the bedroom. He had turned up the volume to drown out the sounds coming from there, but that did not stop the images swimming in his head. His cock had remained hard at the thoughts, but he was getting frustrated with the passing time. He glanced at his watch again. It had been over 40 minutes. Should he go and knock on the door, or call Michelle's cellphone, or just eat by himself already? He cursed as he kept skipping the channels. No doubt they were doing this to humiliate him. They would have heard him come in, and they should definitely be able to hear the TV now.
Finally the door opened, and Michelle ran out laughing with Jake chasing her playfully. They were both naked and neither one acknowledged his presence. Colin looked back over the couch watching Michelle's naked boobs bounce as she ran towards the couch, but her eyes were turned back towards Jake the whole time. She squealed as Jake grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing. He started kissing her neck as he put her back down, and cupped her breast with one hand and the other hand slid down between her legs. Michelle moaned and held his held against her neck, running her fingers through his hair, and her other hand reached behind her reaching for his cock.
Colin had been too busy watching Michelle that he had not gotten a look at Jake's cock. He still wondered how big it was, but it was now hidden behind Michelle's body as they continued to fondle each other in front of him. Jake turned Michelle around to face him and she reached up to put her arms around his neck. Jake leaned down to kiss her on the lips, and doing so, he cupped her buttocks in his big hands and groped them roughly, leaving red marks where his fingers had grabbed her.
Colin's cock was straining against his pants as he watched the show in front of him. Although they both pretended not to notice him, he knew they were putting on a show for him. As humiliated as it felt, Colin reached down and massaged his cock through his pants.
After they broke the kiss, Michelle finally acknowledged him for the first time since he got home.
"Hey cuck-boy." Colin heard Jake snigger behind her, but she walked towards him slowly, unsmiling, looking down on him as if to let him know she was in charge.
"Did you bring food like I told you to?" she asked in a tone that said that he'd better have done as he was told.
"Yes, it's in the kitchen."
"When I ask you a question," she said grabbing him under the chin and lifting his face towards hers. "You will answer with 'Yes, Mistress' or 'No, Mistress'. Do you understand cuck-boy?"
"Yes, Mistress." He heard Jake laughed again.
"Good boy. Now go and set the table. Your mistress and her man are starving after a whole afternoon of fucking."
Jake shook his head at him pathetically as he hurried to the kitchen. He couldn't help glancing at Jake's cock as he went past him. Even in its flaccid state it was about as thick as Colin's cock was when erect; and Colin had yet to see how big it would get when erect. He guessed it had to be pretty big by the way he had heard Michelle slurping on it earlier.
Colin quickly set the plates and reheated the food in the microwave. When everything was set he went back to the living room where they were both sitting on the couch. Michelle was whispering something in Jake's ear and they both laughed. Colin wondered if they were joking about him.
"Dinner's ready, Mistress."
Michelle stood up and went past him into the kitchen without so much as a glance, and Jake slapped him on the upper arm as he went by. He was clearly amused by the way this evening was going. Colin stood by while they ate; Michelle completely ignoring him, and Jake throwing him a smug smile every now and then.
