The Encounter Pt 01 1

I twisted the key and opened the door. Immediately, I heard a peculiar sound. I moved in to see a tall, well-built man facing the wall. Her hands wrapped around him. I noticed that it's my wife. Who else could it be? The sound I heard was of them kissing.

I was furious. Who is this man that has entered my home and is kissing my wife? I moved spontaneously. I grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him with all my strength. I expected him to be pulled back by a sharp force, but he casually turned around, as if my strength had no effect on him.

I still did not think and took a swing, as fast as I could. He effortlessly dodged, grabbed me by the collar, and punched me in the gut. I struggled to breathe. I gasped for air as I fell to the floor. Through the pain, I noticed my wife looking down at me pitifully. I was glad and heartbroken at the realization that she wants him.

"Who the fuck are you?" I exclaimed. "I'm the guy that is going to fuck your wife." "Get the fuck out of my house!" I screamed. I could not scream very loudly because of the punch, however.

I stumbled, trying to get back to my feet. "Stay down," he commanded. But I was having none of it. Just as I got my foot planted and pressed to stand on my feet, he grabbed me. He yanked me back down to my knees. Then he grabbed me by my hair with his left hand and slapped me multiple times. Each slap stung. Each slap humiliated me beyond belief.

This man, who my wife has invited into my home, is beating the shit out of me and will fuck her after this is done.

He released me. I noticed his bulge, and that made me feel insignificant. He was massive, and he was getting harder by hurting me.

"Your husband is on his knees; it's time for you to get down on your knees as well," he said to my wife.

I saw my wife go down to her knees and start unbuckling his jeans. I looked up at him with rage and saw him smirking. He knew he was in complete control.

"You dare look up at me..."

SLAP!

I fell down to the floor. I saw my wife pull down his jeans, and his cock bounced out of it and hit her on the face. She giggled at this. She put her tongue on his balls and licked all the way to the tip.

I teared up. She had never brought her mouth even close to my cock, claiming that she hates sucking cock.

I started to stumble back up. He grabbed me by the hair again.

"Watch this!" he said and pushed me centimeters away from the action. I could smell his cock, her saliva, and every sound she made as she worked on it. She was not able to take even half of his cock.

He pushed me even closer, but I resisted as hard as I could. I failed, and he touched my nose to his cock. My wife's mouth was touching me rhythmically as she moved closer.

"Always remember your place," he said calmly. I closed my eyes in shame, but he squeezed his grip, hurting my scalp. I whimpered. "Say it," he commanded.

"I will always remember my place," I said meekly. She became even more enthusiastic after this.

My tears rolled down my cheek, and he rubbed them on his cock.

She continued sucking for around ten minutes more. I kept crying.

He released me. "Beg me to fuck your wife," he said, and my wife moaned with his cock still in her mouth. She was touching herself, and her panties were wet. This never happened with me.

Out of shame, I meekly said, "Please fuck my wife."

SLAP!

"Properly!"

"PLEASE FUCK MY WIFE!" I exclaimed.

SLAP!

"BEG!"

I folded my hands and looked up at him. This is the first time I got a proper look at him. He had an evil smirk on his face still. "Please fuck my wife!" I begged.

"You dare look up at me..."

I flinched, but the slap never came. He chuckled and stopped my wife. He sat down on the couch. "Place her on my cock, cuck," he commanded.

My wife got up and wrapped her hands and legs around me. I slowly moved to the couch, supporting her by placing my hands on her butt--this would also help me to position properly. I slowly lowered her and noticed resistance. I started repositioning her, trying to find the right position and angle. She would flinch a couple of times when I accidentally placed her ass on his cock.

"That's right," she whispered. I began lowering her.

After just two inches, she shivered and held on tightly. "He's sooo big," she whispered. I continued lowering her.

She started moaning. Her moans grew louder. Eventually, her pussy had swallowed his cock entirely. She released her grip around me. I also moved back.

She had her eyes shut this entire time--now she slowly opened them.

She looked happy. She looked content. This broke my heart.

"Here," she pointed at the floor and instructed me to get down on my knees right in front of them. She started moving up and down, first slowly, then comfortably. Soon enough, she was bouncing on his cock.

They continued fucking for around twenty minutes more. I sat still in front of them, observing a big cock please my woman in a way that I never could. Tears continued rolling.

They both came. That's when I noticed that he wasn't wearing a condom.

"You at least should've worn a condom," I said.

"This is all according to plan," he replied.

My wife sat on his lap and opened her legs, inviting me. I looked at her with fear in my eyes. I did not want to be humiliated like this.

"Please-" she grabbed my hair and stuffed my face in her pussy.

"Clean it!" Her command was clear.

I worked hard, pushing my tongue deep, trying to find his cum. His big cock made this much harder. Then I found it. It was salty, it tasted ugly, and yet I loved it. I lapped it up as quickly as I could.

He moved my wife aside and put his jeans back on. "This will happen again; let's hope I don't have to teach you a lesson then as well," he said as he stood at the door. He was gone. I looked at my wife, and she was fast asleep. She had been properly fucked for the first time in her life. This will continue to happen; I cannot stop this.