"Did you hear about Jim's wife?"
I was drinking at Moe's with my buddies and, as always, we were talking girls and sex.
Marvin continued: "Jim came home early and he caught her with the pool boy!"
"Shiiit," said Al. "I don't even know what I'd do if I caught Sherry cheating."
"I know what I'd do," I volunteered.
"Yeah?" said Marvin.
"First I'd find where the guy lives," I said. "Go burn his fucking house down. Most people don't know this, but homeowners insurance doesn't cover destruction caused by 'flagrant sexual misconduct'. He'd have nothing but a pile of ashes, and insurance wouldn't pay one penny!"
We all clinked our mugs together.
"Next I'd use a hidden camera to film the divorce notice. Broadcast it all over Facebook and YouTube. Make her Internet Famous. Good luck finding a new husband after that, biatch!"
We all laughed.
"Last call!"
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I didn't know it, but in a way, that conversation was prophetic.
When I pulled into the driveway that night, there was another car parked there. Strangely, it was the exact same make and model as my own car. The unknown vehicle, together with the conversation earlier, made me suddenly suspicious.
I crept around so I could peep through the bedroom window. What I saw made my stomach fall down into my shoes.
My wife Donna was on hands and knees, thrusting her hips back against a big strange man I'd never seen before. She was moaning and shaking, her ginger hair all messed up, huge breasts heaving. Not only was she cheating on me, she was doing it on our marital bed! And she was doing it doggy-style. Donna never did it with me doggy: that big bubble butt of hers makes the position impossible with my below-average size penis. I realized the man behind her must be well-hung. I wasn't sure if that should be a comfort or if it was insult on top of injury. Either way, I was seeing red.
But before I could act, I saw the other person in the room.
It was me.
I was sitting on the chair facing the bed, watching!
I couldn't believe it. Never in my life had I ever even THOUGHT of doing any of that filthy cuck stuff. I mean for fuck sake, I'm a card-carrying Republican! What in the HELL was I doing in that chair watching and jerking?!
I definitely wasn't faking it. I could tell by the look on my face that I was thoroughly enjoying it. I had this wild lustful look in my eyes. I was jerking like crazy, eyes glued to the adulterous scene on the bed. So distracted I didn't even notice myself watching through the window.
I had to get a closer look. Fortunately, I knew exactly how to do that.
You see, our house was converted from what was originally a town-house. As such, it's got two of everything: two kitchens, two basements, two attics... Most importantly: two master bedrooms. And they share a single walk-in closet.
I crept in through the garage and carefully snuck into the unused master bedroom. My wife's slutty moaning was audible through the whole house. I guess since I was already there in the room with her, she never thought I'd come home and catch her!
Stealth-mode: on. I creeped into the closet on tip-toes. At the opposite side, I peeked through the slits in the closet door.
Up close, there was no doubt any more. That was definitely my Donna, whimpering and mewling like a fucking slut. That was definitely a big dark bull on top of her, pounding her and hammering her. And that was definitely me in the chair watching them!
As I gazed at myself sitting there watching like some pathetic cuckold, I was filled with self-loathing. I despised myself, the way I was sitting there pumping my penis with my hand. Just to make sure, I looked down. Sure enough, my hand was wrapped around my rock-hard penis.
Donna's lover shifted his weight off of Donna and onto his knees. With his cock still inside her, he grabbed her arms and pulled her back against him. She tilted her head and they shared a naughty sideways-kiss. I have to admit, it did look really sexy, the way his dark skin contrasted with my wife's pale freckles. I was conflicted. I didn't even know how I felt about it. I glanced at myself in the chair and my question was answered. I was enjoying the spectacle. I was practically drooling with lust as I watched the cheating french-kiss.
The bull pulled out suddenly and twisted Donna around. He shoved her down on her back. Donna spread her legs provocatively.
It was the first time I got a clear view of my rival's big dark cock. I almost fainted! How could Donna take that giant phallus?! It must have been almost twelve inches! I glanced between his huge cock and the sub-average dick I was stroking in my chair there. There was no denying it: I was nothing compared to him! From the way I was jerking myself, I guess that fact must have turned me on.
The bull started really rutting into Donna. She was breathing ragged breaths, I could tell she was approaching a big orgasm. How many climaxes had that brute already given her?!
"Fuck," said Donna's lover. "I'm gonna cum!" He started pulling out.
"No!" said Donna, "I'm so close!"
"If I don't pull out I'm gonna cum in you!"
"Do it! Cum in my pussy!"
"Ugh!" The bull was using all his willpower to resist cumming. "Hey cuck! You ok if I breed your girl?!"
"Do it!" I said from the chair, "Pump it all inside her!"
