Know that this is a Cuckold story with some male over male dominance. As I've mentioned in previous chapters, this will make more sense if you read the previous chapters first.
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It took every ounce of effort not to cry like a baby on my drive home. My ass was burning from the plug, my nipples were in pain, and I badly needed to be comforted by Alicia. I wanted to hear her plan of how she was going to get us out of this nightmare. I was desperate for her to hold me and tell me everything would be okay. But before I could get to the door of my house I was accosted by my tall, gangly, and awkward neighbor Stan.
"Hi Steve," he said with an unusual level of excitement. "I, I...ah...I just wanted to make sure that you and Alicia are coming to our picnic this Saturday. You know we'd love to have you there."
"I'm not sure, I've got to confirm with her," I said trying to maintain my composure and walk as normally as possible with that fucking butt plug in my ass.
Curiously, Stan blocked my way positioning himself between me and the house, "Well...yeah... we'll be having a BBQ and lots of cocktails, oh...and it's a pool party, of course, so you guys should wear swim suits. Yeah...and she should wear that little yellow bikini of hers," he said laughing nervously.
Now this was not only unusual conversation with Stan, but Alicia only wore that bikini on vacations and while sunning in the backyard. I was suddenly suspicious on all levels wondering if he'd been spying on her. I wanted to pursue this, but, I was already utterly distraught and our conversation was only adding to my anxiety. I was, in fact, on the brink of tears. All I wanted to do was get in the house and be held by my wife. "Yeah...whatever," I tried to maneuver around him, "but I'm not feeling well right now. We'll talk later."
"Okay...well, right then," he grinned oddly not moving his position, "I...by the way, I met Alicia's personal trainer today. Seems like a great guy." I was taken aback and we stood in an awkward silence; him with that silly grin and me knowing she had no such trainer. "Well...yeah, he seems like a nice guy. I met him earlier today when she brought him over." He held up a business card, "gave me his card; said we should all workout together sometime." His nervous laugh suddenly made me start to shake; I saw John's name on the card. I felt devastated, like I had just been punched in the stomach and I wondered what the hell was going on. "Looks like he also works with you," he mentioned reading the card, "I think he's still home.. They've been working out since noon," he added grinning even bigger.
I could feel the tears begin to run down my cheeks, so, I brushed past him and got around, "I'll have to let you know about Saturday," I said moving quickly and hiding my face.
Once behind the door I started to bawl. I leaned back against it afraid to move and tried to get control of my emotions as quietly as I could. I listened intently for signs of others in the house. It was a few minutes before I could make out soft rhythmic moans of Alicia coming from our bedroom. I knew he was fucking her on our bed. I ran to the bathroom just off the living room and locked the door. Looking in the mirror I saw that I was a mess, my face was swollen and blotchy, my eye were red and I couldn't stop crying. I needed my wife to comfort me, but, that asshole was fucking her and I felt completely alone. I stayed in there for more than 10 minutes washing my face and trying to regain my composure.
Finally, I worked my way out of the bathroom and snuck quietly down the hall to the open bedroom door. Alicia was on her stomach, her hands clutching the foot of the mattress above her head, her rosy face was turned to the door, eyes closed, biting her lower lip, legs spread, and her ass pushing in rhythm into John. He was on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulders, taking long slow strokes in and out of her with the full length of his cock. She moaned softly with each thrust. I was devastated; they were making love.
He turned his head and looked directly at me, brought his finger to his mouth instructing me to be quiet and winked before picking up the pace and thrusting into her harder. Alicia responded, her breathing quickened, her moaning became louder and she soon arched her head back and was consumed by an orgasm, screaming, "Oh...yeah...fuck me baby...I'm cumming again...ohhhh fuck yeah!"
As her orgasm subsided John slowed back to his previous pace and she lowered her head turning her face to the other side, away from me, and continued to moan with each thrust. It was obvious she was in bliss. John mouthed slowly, "Watch for a while."
He reached under her cupping her large breast and squeezed it gently. He carefully bit her shoulders which brought encouragement from her, "oh god yes, I love it when you bit me." I watched, humiliated, for several minutes as he slowly and affectionately made love to my wife. The god damned cuckold in me made my cock grow hard in Peter's filthy underwear and the fucking butt plug actually began to feel good in my ass. I wanted to touch myself, to pull it out and stroke it so I might feel like I was somewhat involved in the action going on in my own bed, but the fear of retribution kept my hands to my sides.
John picked up his pace again and soon Alicia's head was arched back consumed by yet another orgasm. I assumed this had been going on for some time. Soon John waved his hand at me and mouthed, "go wait in the living room, I'll be right out."
I sat on the couch with my nipples burning and itching for almost an hour not knowing what to do and being forced to listen to John take my wife to orgasm over and over again. My heart was filled with jealousy and anger and to make things worse, every movement on my butt plug seemed to force more blood into throbbing cock. I continually swallowed the lump in my throat forcing myself not to cry. I was beginning to believe that I was just a lowlife Sub and that somehow I deserved everything that was happening.
Finally, John walked in sweaty and naked with his semi hard cock glistening wet. "Alicia tells me you make a great salmon dinner," he smiled. I nodded in silent anger avoiding eye contact. "Alicia and I need to nap for a while so why don't you go shopping, and have dinner ready for us by 8:30. Okay?"
I looked up at him with all the anger and hatred I could muster and stared boldly in his eyes. However, his angry gaze made me fearful that he would start hitting me too. So, I quickly cowered and averted my gaze to the floor, "Yes master," I finally answered.
He laughed out loud, "Looks like Peter's got you trained well, Sub," he said straddling my legs and putting his big semi hard cock inched from my face, "My wife is out of town for the rest of the week so I'll be staying here. You will sleep in the guest room, make our meals and drive me back and forth to work." His dominance over me was obviously exciting him as his cock began to swell. "So since you won't be getting any from Alicia for a while, now is your change to taste your wife," he suggested pushing his cock against my lips. Feeling fearful of being hit and obligated as his sub, I complied and took his cock into my mouth savoring the sweet nectar of my wife's cum that, unfortunately, was mixed with the strong bitter taste of John's semen.
As soon as his cock was fully erect he backed away pulling it abruptly from my mouth, "that's enough for now, Sub, don't want you to enjoy yourself too much," he chuckled. "Time for you to get on with your duties."
