It's been a week since Beth's and my adventure at the ABS. Should I call it an adventure? That makes it sound fun in some way. While it was exciting and life altering, I hesitate to call it fun. I honestly don't know what came over me. I should have raged against the way my wife and her new friend treated me. There is no excuse for the cowardice I displayed in front of my lovely wife. I'm so ashamed with my behavior that I can hardly look at her now. But I felt as though I had no choice in the matter. It was as if the natural order of things was being sorted out for me and I was just a passenger in my own body as I did what I did. Look I can't even admit it to myself. I licked another man's cum from my wife's hand. I can't describe how humiliating that is to admit. I could easily say my wife made me do it, that Brad had made me do it. But the truth is, I did it of my own free will. And for some reason it felt right. Oh it was humiliating and degrading on a level I never knew existed but it was a natural act of submission on my part. I felt the need to submit to my wife. In all our years of marriage I always felt a bit inferior to her but now the die had truly been cast.
The dynamic of my relationship with Beth changed immediately. We didn't even make it home that night before I began to feel her power shift heavily in my wife's favor. She didn't say a word the entire ride home but I could feel the raw power emanating from her in waves. She knew what had happened as surely as I did and the satisfied smirk on her face told the story better than any words ever could. Beth had reduced me to a submissive, inferior, let's just say the word, cuckold, in a few short minutes and I did nothing at all to change things. Of course I'd read the stories. A big strong man whips out his huge cock and the quivering housewife is helpless against its power. So she does the only thing she can, she fucks him and emasculates her husband.
Bullshit. This is the real world and women don't just throw away their lives with their husband's over a big cock. Hell you can buy a big cock at the very store my wife strayed in. No, this had less to do with the size of Brad's cock and more to do with him as a person. His confidence was overwhelming. His charisma and ego were as powerful an aphrodisiac as anything ever marketed. The strength that emanated from this black beast made me feel weak. My wife is a strong, confident woman who had been pushed to the edge by my own inadequacies. I saw that frustrated look on her face every time we made love. I saw the disappointment in her eyes. For years, no decades she was left in a constant state of frustration till she could no longer take it and finally took matters into her own hands. Quite literally so it would seem.
So believe me when I say I was not at all surprised when one week to the day after our encounter with Brad I saw my wife's car parked outside of his business on my way home from work. I slowed down and even flipped on my turn signal as if to pull into the parking lot but at the last second I just continued on my way home. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't face them together again. I was scared. I was afraid of losing my wife, afraid of being humiliated, afraid of receiving a beating from Brad. You name it, I was scared of it happening. So like a complete pussy I just went home, changed into sweat pants and a t-shirt, made myself a drink and sat on the couch waiting for Beth to return.
I can't begin to tell you all of the terrible things going through my mind while I sat there waiting. I pictured Beth and Brad in every position imaginable the whole time I could see them laughing at me while they explored each other's bodies. At one point I even felt my eyes fill with tears as the humiliating images rolled past my mind's eye. My hands were shaking and my heart was beating out of my chest by the time I saw the headlight's of my wife's car turn into our driveway. I wiped a stray tear from my cheek and tried to look relaxed as I heard her key in the door.
Beth walked through the doorway, closed the door behind her, and strolled into the living room with a contented sigh and a satisfied smile then sat on the love seat across from me. She didn't even bother to hide her disheveled appearance or the very obvious smell of sex that permeated the room since her entrance. There wasn't a trace of care or even embarrassment in her expression as she smiled at me from across the room.
When she started speaking it was with a confidence I'd never heard in her voice before. She said, "I went to the ABS today to exchange that vibrator you bought me for a bigger model and ran into Brad."
"I know", I told her, "I saw your car there on my way home."
"Oh I thought you would and I'm not at all surprised that you didn't stop in" she told me. "In fact Brad and I both knew you wouldn't have the nerve to show your face there again. We had quite a laugh at the thought of you trying to stand up to him."
"But why", I asked. "Why would you do that? You know how much that would hurt me, why would you do something so cruel?"
She laughed at that and said, "Oh Timmy, it's not cruel at all. In fact you should be happy for me that after all these years I'm finally exploring a more sensual side of life. You should want me to find happiness and satisfaction in ways that you could never provide. After all you know you don't exactly measure up to a real man in the dick department. I mean it's not your fault you were born with an inferior penis. And let's face facts, you were definitely short changed when it comes to male equipment so there's no reason to feel ashamed."
