Cucked Baby Man

Before Greg walked in on his wife sucking another man's cock in their bedroom, it had been a regular day. He ate breakfast, he sold a couple TV's at work and stopped by the grocery store to get some wine and a frozen bag of pasta. He had imagined sharing the meal with his wife, Susie. That idea seemed dumb now, staring into his bedroom watching some skinny teen ram his dick into Susies mouth. Her well maintained shaggy brown hair bounced as she bobbed her head up and down with vigor. Greg watched, still holding the bag of frozen pasta. He paid for her salon visits, her nails, her tits. He should have felt rage but instead he just felt shame.

Soon enough the man noticed him, looking up from Susie's efforts to bellow a deep and surprised, "dude what the fuck." The man, it turned out, was actually a teen, 18 to be exact. Greg knew that because it was his daughter's boyfriend Zach.

Zach was a stereotypical brown hair, brown eyes, baby face skater kid. Greg clung to the bag of frozen pasta in his hand trying to overcome the idea that the same teen punk was fucking his wife and his daughter. Greg himself hadn't had sex in months, and his daughter Kenzie hated him. In that moment, he would have done anything to trade places with this lanky highschool dipshit.

Before Greg could fully process his fantasy, Susie wiped the slobber off her mouth and hissed at him with her pale blue eyes, "Jesus Christ Greg, how pathetic are you?"

Greg stumbled over his words, dropping the bag of frozen pasta, "I....well....what are you doing? Isn't that Kenzie's boyfriend."

"Oh shut the fuck up is that all you can say?" Susie whipped back, placing her left hand back on Zacks cock, "your wife is sitting in your bed stroking another man's cock, and all you can do is stare? Get the fuck out of this house."

Greg continued to stammer, "But, this is my house... You're my wife....:"

Susie rolled her head back laughing, still stroking a somewhat surprised and confused Zacks cock, "I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously while you stand there like a cuck, make yourself useful and get a hotel tonight so I can actually cum for the first time in months."

So Greg left.

Maybe he should have done something. As he drove his beat up honda civic towards a cheap motel he had noticed on the outskirts of town, Greg imagined the things he could have done. He could have gone running up and shoved Zach, he could have screamed at his wife and called her a whore and demanded a divorce, but he hadn't done any of those things. He left his own home to let another man, no, a teenager, fuck his wife. He was pathetic, just like Susie said.

By the time Greg got checked in at the motel, which while not ideal, lacked blood stains or bugs, he was feeling hungry. Cheap plastic hotel cards in the back pocket of his tan slacks, he made his way across the empty patchwork parking lot between the motel and a brightly lit Mexican restaurant called La Vantinas. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to stomach a full meal, but the friendly looking restaurant was a welcome respite from the dingy motel room he would be staying the night in.

Large white doors surrounded by party lights welcomed Greg into La Valentinas, where yellow orange and green pattern walls served as a backdrop to a pretty early 30s latina server. The server stood behind a wooden booth, and smiled warmly as Greg walked towards her. He was relieved to find a kind face and politely asked for a, "Table for 1"

Still smiling, the long haired server passed him a white menu with black trim and led him to a deep green double booth near the back, "Welcome to La Valentinas, my name is Val, I'll be your server today, would you like anything to drink while you look at the menu?"

"Yes, that would be good. I guess I'll have a coke." Greg mumbled.

The server raised arched eyebrows, giving a mischievous look, "just a Coke, Nothing to drink?"

Greg thought about it, he probably deserved one, but his wife didn't like it when he drank and he'd already upset her, "No, nothing to drink."

The pretty server with deep almost red hair shook her head giggling, "No, I think you need a drink, I'll bring you a round of tequila shots"

Greg stammered, confused, "What? I cant...my wife doesn't..." but before he could finish, Val was gone, supposedly to get him a round of tequila shots.

When the waitress, Val, returned, sure enough she had a tray with three shots of golden tequila, she slammed each down in front of Greg in a line, each making a distinctive thud as it hit the wooden table.

Greg looked at the shots on the table, sitting in little clear shot glasses, and then back at the waitress with sinful eyes and felt like he had no other choice but to do them right then and there with her watching. One by one Greg poured each burning shot down his throat, feeling a subtle warmth pour over him as he did. As he set the last of the three now empty shot glasses back down on the table, Val disappeared and came back a few moments later with a tall glass of brown liquid, "My coke?" He asked.

"Of course, you ordered one didn't you?"

"Yes, yes I did" he stammered. The party lights along the ceiling were already starting to fuzz, did he eat lunch?

"Are you going to order anything to eat?" The waitress asked.

Greg fumbled with the menu in his hands, he had barely looked at the thing, "I'm sorry, it's been a long day. Can you give me a couple minutes?"

Val nodded, but instead of waking away, she slid into the booth next to Greg. She was no model, but there was something sensual about the way she moved, the way her tight black jeans hung to her thigh hips. A burgundy collared shirt with La Valentina embroidered on the upper left corner softly glanced over an immodest chest, the first button undone showing the tips of well defined collar bones. Her face was average, pretty, but that look, that mischievous look, "Awe, what made your day so hard?"

Greg tried to control his thoughts, hyper aware of how close her massive breasts were to his torso, "I walked in on my wife of 21 years cheating on me." In a more sober state he would have stopped there, but the tequila fueled his confession, "It's my fault honestly, I wasn't satisfying her in the bedroom, I wasn't being the man she needed. I should have known this would happen."

Val's demeanor shifted only slightly, "So you walked in on your wife cheating on you, and then what, you drove yourself to a motel to let her get fucked by another man?"

Greg heaved a heavy sigh, "I guess so." There was no reason to want to impress this latina server, but he still felt a pitch of shame at her blunt response, "What else could I do?"

"A real man would've beat the man close to death, but you're not a real man are you?" her tone was growing more serious.

Despite his shame, Greg could feel a small erection growing in his pants, "I....I don't know..."

"You don't know?" her serious tone shifted into an eerie chuckle, "You're a big baby man aren't you, a helpless sad little baby man."

Greg's erection continued to grow. The tequila was in full effect at this point, and her words seemed more dream than reality. It was hard for him to believe this was really happening.

"Oh is that your wee wee?" She asked, gesturing to the small bulge growing under his jeans, "Why don't you take it out, try to prove to me you're a real man."

Greg felt compelled to follow her orders, despite the guilt in his chest and the confusion in his hazy head. Moments ago he was checking in at a dingy hotel, and now he was dropping his pants in the middle of a Mexican restaurant. He pushed down his pants, feeling the sticky rub of the plastic booths on his thighs as he did.

"Did I tell you to leave your panties on?" Val snapped.

"They're boxer briefs."

"Take your panties off man baby, I wanna see just how little of a man you are."

Greg complied, pulling his jeans and his white boxer briefs down to his ankles, leaving him naked aside from the light blue button down he wore for work. He kept blinking, still confused over whether this was reality or some kind of fever dream.

He was unshaved, anxiety ridden tight ball sack sucking up to an almost 3 inch erection. In the beginning of their relationship, he wife had told him she didn't mind the size, now he knew better. She had never sucked him off with the intensity she did Zach, she acted like having sex with Greg at all was a chore, and the last couple times she had fallen asleep before he was done.

Valerie eyed his member with a calculating expression, "See it's clear why your wife cheated on you, you're a pathetic little man baby with a tiny little wee wee. I don't think your man enough to fuck any woman, I think you deserve to get fucked and used like the pathetic little man you are."

Greg stammered, was this really fucking happening? He was frozen in place, "I'm not pathetic, I provide for my family."

"The family that laughs at you?" Val continued, reaching out to grab Greg's penis firmly, "The family that kicked you out of your own home?" Her touch vibrated through his body, "It seems like you're only good for one thing; being used."

With that she continued to squeeze his cock, causing the edges of his urethra entrance to bulge and expand. Greg's chest pounded, but he was still frozen in place, and he began to circle her pointer finger along his expanded urethra. Her nails were recently manicured french tips, and her fingers were soft. she continued circling the tip of his penis with one hand, while squeezing it with the other.

Greg was still in disbelief, despite what she did he didnt want to cheat on his wife susie. All he could do was sit and watch in submissive horror as Val squeezed with one hand and circled with the other, then suddenly pain, as she jabbed the tip of her nail into his urethra, "That...that sorta hurts." He blurted out.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Val shot back, pushing her nail in harder, "Let's make one thing clear, you are a pathetic little man baby who deserves to be used, and I'm going to have my fun with you. Don't speak, don't move, and don't dare cum without my permission."

Greg nodded.

Valerie continued to push her nail into the tip of his penis while squeezing with her opposite hand. The head looked bloated to the point of popping, and the pain was so intense it branched into his thighs and stomach, but she didn't relent. On the contrary, she pulled a purple pen out of her back pocket and began to push its ballpoint end into the opening in his urethra.

"what are you doing?" Greg mumbled.

Valerie slapped him, leaving lingering sting, "Did I say you could fucking speak?" He shook his head. He knew he wasn't actually trapped, despite her curves, he was larger than her physically, he could overpower her any moment he wanted, but he didn't. Greg simply watched, wincing and flinching at the sensation as she pushed the tip of the pen farther and farther up his urethra, "I'm going to stick whatever I want inside of your sad little wee wee, and you'll sit there silently, graciously." a mixture of stinging, burning and tightness rocketed through his body as the thickest point of the pen made its way into his gorged opening, he could barely keep himself from flinching, but he nodded in submission.