Snivelling, Cuckolded Wimp

By WimpHub



After returning from a party, I lay naked on the bed next to
Jenny, my beautiful bride of six months. As I looked at her,
with her flaming red, shoulder length hair and milky-white
curvy body, I felt like the luckiest man in the world. The
last six months had been the happiest time in my life for
me, Jenny and I had seemed to get on so well. Sure, she was
the strong one in the partnership, and it was always her who
got her way when push came to shove. But that was fine with
me, because I loved her so desperately.

Jenny was younger than I, 22 to my 29, and though not a
virgin when we married she was fairly inexperienced. I put
her apparent reluctance to have sex after the first couple
of weeks down to this, and had resolved to be patient with
her until she became used to me and began to relax and enjoy
it. On this night though, aroused by her naked body and my
tongue loosened by drink, I brought up the subject of sex
and made what I now know was the biggest mistake of my life.
I blurted out that my biggest fantasy was for her to be
fucked by a big, well- endowed man. I told her that the
humiliation of having that happen turned me on enormously.
On hearing this, she just smiled and took my cock in her
hand, stroking it gently.

"That doesn't surprise me Michael", she began. "After all,
you are pretty useless in bed aren't you, with your
miserable excuse for a prick? A twelve year old boy could
satisfy me better than you." I was stung by her scornful
words, but my cock twitched violently in her hand.

"Boy, you really do get turned on by humiliation", she
sniggered. "Maybe this is the right time for me to tell you
what a perverted, inadequate little wimp you really are,
with your tiny dick and your premature ejaculation problem."
My cock jumped again.

"I think you have the right idea", she continued. "Now is
the right time for me to find another man, perhaps a big
black stud with a ten inch cock. We could make you stand and
watch while he fucks me senseless, and shows you up for what
you are, a useless sissy boy not fit to lick my ass!"

Although my cock was now throbbing visibly in my wife's
little hand, at her derogatory words and the vision of what
she was suggesting, I began to have doubts. I was shocked at
this sudden change in her attitude, and the venom of her
tone. If she really meant what she just said, her taking a
big-cocked lover could mean losing her for good. I could not
bear the thought of that, and tried to pass it off as a
joke, saying these things were best kept as fantasies.

"I don't agree", she snapped, coldly. "In fact, I am really
warming to the idea. So much so, that I can tell you now
that you will not get to fuck me again until another man has
had me. I shall be on the lookout for a suitable lover
starting tomorrow, You want humiliation Michael, well you
are certainly going to get it!" With that, she let go of my
erect cock, and turned over to go to sleep. I spent a
sleepless night worrying about the future of my marriage.

Jenny kept to her word. Whenever we went out over the next
couple of weeks, she would spend her time looking round for
suitable men to fuck her. She would taunt me with comments
like "I bet he has a huge cock" or "I could imagine him
between my thighs". All during this time she emphatically
refused me any sexual contact, although she would parade
around the house scantily-clad and make me sleep naked in
bed next to her every night.

"Frustrating isn't it?" she asked one night, having just
given me a deep kiss and pressed her soft, naked body up
against me. "Maybe things will get better for you when I
have found the right man to fuck me."

"Can't we just forget all about this?" I pleaded. "Let's
just get back to the way we were."

"Oh no", she insisted. "You started all this, and I am going
to finish it. A couple of the girls told me about a club
called Soulmates, apparently it is a great place for picking
up men, particularly black men. We are going there on Friday
night".

This club was the last place I wanted to go, because I knew
it was a favourite haunt of a lot of the employees at the
company I worked for. I certainly did not want any of them
seeing my wife trying to pick up a man, it would be all over
the company by Monday morning. However, Jenny insisted, and
as usual got her way.

When we entered the club, I looked around nervously, hoping
I would not see anybody I recognised. Thankfully, there was
not, so I got us a drink at the bar and we found a table.
Jenny's eyes were everywhere, trying to search out a
suitable stud, while I sat quietly feeling miserable and
frustrated. Finally, Jenny poked me and asked if I knew who
the beautiful big black man standing alone at the bar was. I
turned to look, and froze.

"No, no", I spluttered. "He would not be right. That's Earl,
my assistant at work, the guy I share an office with."

"On the contrary", she smiled. "I think he might be just
right. Well don't just sit there, take me over and introduce
me!"

I pleaded and pleaded with Jenny that this was a terrible
idea, and that I could finish up being the laughing stock of
my company. She just grinned, saying it would all be part of
the humiliation that I seemed to crave, and dragged me
reluctantly towards the bar. As we reached it, Earl turned
and recognised me.

I have to admit that he is a good-looking guy, 6'5" tall,
with wide shoulders and a huge chest, and at 22 the same age
as my wife. He smiled warmly at Jenny, and took her hand as
I introduced them.

"Pleased to meet you Earl", my wife said sweetly, her eyes
sparkling. "My, you are looking good tonight!"

"You are looking pretty amazing yourself", he replied,
taking in the huge amount of cleavage and thigh her tiny
black dress was offering.

Jenny invited Earl back to our table, and soon became
involved in animated discussion with him, to the total
exclusion of yours truly. I had hoped that they would not
get on, but even at this early stage it was obvious there
was a strong sexual attraction between them.

After a while, Earl asked Jenny if she would like to dance,
and she eagerly accepted. I watched them as, at first they
danced a little way apart, and then close together when the
slow dancing began. I got increasingly jealous as they got
closer and closer, with my wife's arms draped around his
neck, and I felt physically sick as they began openly
kissing on the dancefloor right in front of my gaze. I think
I knew then what was coming next.

Eventually they came back to the table, and Jenny announced
that we were leaving. My arrogant assistant looked at me
with a contemptuous smile, as my wife told me of her plans.

"Earl is going to spend the night with us", she announced.
"Or to be more accurate, with me. I have told him that you
get off on humiliation, and that having your wife fucked in
your own bed by a real man would have your minuscule dick
standing to attention. I can assure you Michael that, from
what I felt on the dancefloor, Earl is the real man I have
been looking for!"

"I have had no complaints", boasted the black man. "Don't
worry Boss, I will see that your wife has the night of her
life!"

Jenny giggled as she and her soon to be new lover walked
hand in hand ahead of me towards our car. I got in and
drove, while Jenny and Earl got in the back. It was not long
before I could hear passionate kissing from the pair of
them, and then I heard the sound of a zip being pulled down.

"My God Earl!" I heard Jenny gasp. "I knew it was big, but
this is magnificent! Put your foot down Michael, I need this
monster inside me soon! Would you like me to suck you a
little bit Earl, to get you ready for me?"

"I thought you said you didn't like sucking cock", I
protested.

"I meant your little boy's cock", she replied cruelly. "This
is a real man's cock, it is meant to have a woman's lips
stretched round it!"

I looked in the mirror, and saw my wife's head disappear.
The car was soon filled with the sound of my wife sucking
her black stud like a cheap whore. This continued for the
five minutes it took to reach our home. Once inside, Jenny
dragged Earl upstairs to our bedroom, with me just behind. I
went to enter the bedroom with them, but Jenny stopped me.

"Oh no you don't", she said. "Earl and I want to be alone
tonight to get to know each other. You go and sleep in the
spare room next door". With that, they went inside and
closed the door. Hearing their laughter, I trotted off to
the spare room, feeling like an outsider in my own home.

As I got into bed, I realised how thin the walls were in our
house. I could quite clearly hear the two of them laughing
and giggling for several minutes. It then went quiet, and I
realised they were now engaging in foreplay. I could not get
the visions of his big black hands mauling my wife's big
white tits, or his cock crammed into her pretty mouth. This
was all my fault; it was what I said I wanted. When it came
to it though, I just felt jealous and sick. I was hurting
inside at my wife's willing, even eager betrayal of me, and
though my throbbing cock betrayed my excitement, I was too
upset to jerk myself off.

Suddenly I was jolted by a loud female cry. I realised that
this was Earl's first penetration of my wife's tight pussy,
and my how she seemed to love it. Very soon I began to hear
little gasps and cries coming from her, as her new lover
began to move inside her. This made me feel even worse, as
sex between Jenny and myself had always been quick and in
silence. This however was anything but quick. For over half
an hour it went on, with my wife's cries becoming louder and
more urgent, as she begged him to make her come. He
certainly did that. With a loud scream that must have woken
the neighbours, my wife reached a powerful orgasm, shortly
followed by a loud grunt from Earl as he emptied his load
into her belly.

It went a little quirt after that, though I could hear the
mumbled sounds that lovers make as they come down from their
sexual high. To my amazement the noises started again after
a very short time, and I realised that they were fucking
again. So much for my hope that Jenny would not enjoy sex
with him!

I must have got to sleep eventually, because when I woke it
was light. As I came to my senses, I heard the now familiar
sounds of sexual ecstasy from my wife next door. They must
have been fucking all night, and the best I had managed with
Jenny was twice in a night. A short while after they had
finished, I heard them leave the bedroom and go downstairs.

When I followed, a minute or two later, they were at the
front door. My wife was in her short, navy blue robe,
kissing the fully dressed Earl with a passion she had never
showed me. As she heard me, she turned and gave me a
self-satisfied smile before returning to give her lover
another open-mouthed kiss. I went to the kitchen to make
some coffee, and after a couple of minutes, the door closed
and Jenny sauntered into the kitchen.

"Was that enough humiliation for you little dick?" she
taunted. "Having to listen to another man giving your wife
multiple orgasms when you have never given her even one? Or
watching her kissing her lover goodbye, while she tells him
he can fuck her anytime he wants? Tell me, how does it feel
to be a cuckold?" I just hung my head and said nothing, as
she laughed at me derisively.

"Get on your knees Michael", she ordered, after she stopped
laughing.

"What are you talking about?" I snapped, feeling irritated.

"Do you want me to pack my bags and walk out of here right
now?" she replied sternly.

"Oh no", I protested, changing my attitude completely. "I
could not bear that, I love you so desperately!" I quickly
knelt before her as I had been told.

As I did so, Jenny lifted her robe up to her waist and
parted her legs, revealing her puffy, cum-filled pussy and
matted pubic hair.

"You see Michael", she continued. "A man far superior to you
has spent the night fucking your wife in a way you never
could, and filling her willing pussy with his superior
potent black cum. As a cuckold, your duty is to suck the cum
out of your wife and get her pussy spotlessly clean, to
acknowledge your inferior wimp cuckold status. Now I suggest
you start licking and get used to the taste of my lover's'
juice, because you are going to be swallowing a lot of it in
the future"."

I held the back of Jenny's thighs as I gingerly pushed my
tongue into her sopping cunt. The smell was overpowering,
and the taste of cum made me want to heave. I was not able
to stop however, as my wife had put her hand on my head and
started grinding her pussy into my mouth.

"Don't waste any cumsucker", she laughed. "Earl spent a lot
of effort putting it in there for you!"

After that, the rest of the weekend was very quiet. We did
not go out, and Jenny spent the whole time dressed in just
one very short robe or another, showing plenty of flesh and
making me very horny, particularly considering my recent
enforced abstinence. I tried several times during the
weekend to have sex with her, but she refused point blank,
saying Earl's rigorous fucking had made her very sore. That
did not stop her continuing to have us sleeping naked
together. Neither did it stop her giving me a big kiss last
thing at night, forcing her tongue into my mouth and
pressing her naked body hard against me until I was hard and
throbbing, and then turning away from me with a cruel laugh.

On Monday, things were fairly quiet between Earl and I at
work, though he did keep giving me insolent "I have fucked
your wife" grins throughout the morning. Early in the
afternoon, the office door opened, and I turned to see Jenny
standing there. She was wearing a tiny top with no bra, and
her nipples were poking obscenely through the material.
There was a gap between that and the very short skirt she
was wearing, exposing her smooth white stomach. Her legs
were bare, and she wore open-toed sandals that showed off
her painted toenails. I had never seen her looking so sexy.

Completely ignoring me, she ran over to Earl and gave him a
big French kiss, which he returned with great enthusiasm.

"You bastard!" she laughed, when they finally broke away.
"After the fucking you gave me on Friday, I have spent the
whole weekend just thinking about you and your monster black
cock. I need it again badly, so I want you to come round
tonight". She emphasised her need by lewdly running her hand
up and down his crotch.

"I'll be there baby", he assured her. "I've been thinking a
lot about that tight white pussy of yours too!"

"Good", Jenny responded. "Come back with him after work".
Then she kissed him again warmly and left, without a single
word to me.

The whole afternoon was spent with Earl taunting me, telling
me exactly what he was going to do to my wife in my bed. He
even followed me when I went for a piss, taking out his huge
cock to gleefully show me what my wife would be getting that
night. The moment I saw it, I knew I would never be able to
persuade my wife to dump him and make do with what I had to
offer.

When we arrived home, Jenny was barefoot, in a short,
transparent black nightie she had obviously bought
especially for the occasion. With eyes only for her black
lover, she threw her arms round him and kissed him hard.
When they broke off I went to kiss her myself, but her cold
stare prevented that. She announced that dinner was ready,
and invited Earl to sit and told me to get him a beer.

"Thanks boss", he said, as I handed him the beer, managing
to make "boss" sound like an insult.

"You don't need to call him boss here" my wife chided him.
"Hell, you are going to be fucking his wife later on, in his
bed! He may be your boss at work, but when you are in this
house you are master of it, and I am your woman exclusively.
You know that when we get in that bedroom, I will do
anything for you provided I end up with that black monster
between my legs!" They both laughed uproariously at this,
while I squirmed in my chair.

Dinner was spent with me being ignored once again, as they
touched, kissed and laughed together. They even did the
washing up together, so they could carry on kissing and
cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to one another. When
they had finished, they returned to the lounge where I was
sitting.

"What do you think baby", Earl enquired. "Shall we make him
watch?"

"Better than that", responded Jenny. "We will have him help
out. Come on wimp, it's fuck time."

We all went straight up to the bedroom, and Earl and my wife
began to undress one another. I too was told to strip and
await instructions. Once we were all naked, Earl and my wife
sat next to each other on the bed and began kissing. Jenny
motioned me between her legs, so I could start getting her
pussy nice and wet for her lover. It seemed a bit
unnecessary to me, because she was already soaking wet from
the anticipation of what she was going to get. After a few
minutes, Jenny stopped me, and then shocked me with her next
instruction.

"Now take Earl's cock in your hand and suck him nice and
hard for me. I want him stiff and wet so he can slide easily
into my pussy."

"You can't be serious", I pleaded. "You know I am not gay, I
could never suck another man's cock."

"Listen sissy boy", she hissed. "He is your superior, and is
giving your wife the sex that you cannot. You will show him
gratitude and respect in the appropriate way, or the two of
us will beat the shit out of you! Now take his cock and kiss
the head a few times before taking it in your mouth."

Feeling disgusted and sick, I did as Jenny ordered. I kissed
his cock at least a dozen times telling him on Jenny's
orders that he had a magnificent stiff dick, and that I was
glad my wife was to get the fucking she properly deserved.

"It really stretches your lips doesn't it?" my wife taunted,
as I struggled to suck on the thick black meat. "Imagine
what that does to my pussy, it's no wonder he has me
screaming with delight is it?"

I continued to suck Earl for several minutes, having been
told by my wife not to forget to pay attention to his big,
hairy cum-filled balls. Eventually, both were satisfied, and
Jenny lay on the bed with her legs spread wide.

"Put him into me", she whispered, and I was forced to take
his cock and slide it into the open pussy that had been
denied to me for weeks.

"Oh God," she gasped, looking into Earl's eyes. "It feels so
fucking good having you filling me so full and stretching me
so wide. I'm all yours baby, show him how a black stud fucks
his married white slut, show him how he has lost his wife to
a superior black lover!"

All the familiar feelings of sickness and jealously rose up
in me, as Earl started to move forcefully in and out of my
wife's pussy. Soon she was gasping and pleading for more, as
he brought out the sexual animal in her, As the pleasure
increased, she wrapped her gorgeous legs around his strong
back, pushing against his thrusts and crying out.

"Tell him Earl", she gasped. "Tell him how you have made a
real woman of me with your manly black cock. Tell him you
have made me your woman, and that he can't have me any
more!"

"That's right little dick", he confirmed, turning to me
without breaking his stroke. "The best you can hope for is
to jerk yourself off, imagining me in your bed up to my
balls in your slut wife's black-loving pussy!"

"Yeah, get used to it", my wife added breathlessly. "You are
going to be a celibate cuckold, to a cock crazy black man's
whore!" The two of them laughed at my shocked expression, as
the enormity of their words hit me. I am sure that added to
the power of the orgasm they both had shortly afterwards.

It will come as no surprise to you that, after they had come
down from their high, I was made to suck Earl's cum out of
my well-fucked wife, and then lick her juices and his cum
off his now flaccid cock while the two of them called me all
the white, cum lapping cocksuckers under the sun. That done,
I was sent to "my" room. As I was closing the door, I heard
my wife ask Earl if he would fuck her in the ass, yet
another thing that had been denied to me despite my regular
pleading.

Having got into bed, I was made to endure the sound of my
wife squealing for a long time, as Earl rammed her virgin
asshole. Shortly after it all went quiet, my door opened and
Jenny entered. Without a word, she climbed on the bed,
squatted over my face and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

"Somewhere new for you to lick cum out of", she laughed, as
I pushed my tongue into her slime-filled asshole.

When she was satisfied that I had cleaned all of Earl's cum
out of her, Jenny jumped off the bed and looked down at me.

"Not bad", she grinned. "In one night we have turned you
into a cocksucker and an asslicker! I wonder how much more
humiliation you have to come."

In the weeks to come, Earl was a regular visitor to our
home. He had sole rights to my wife's pussy, and either I
was made to watch and clean up after them, or listen from
next door as they fucked the night away. When Earl was not
around, Jenny cruelly continued her cock teasing of me,
flaunting her body and telling me I could look to see what I
was missing, but not touch. We continued to sleep naked
together, and she would drive me to a frenzy every night,
getting me stiff but unsatisfied.

"Am I getting you too excited?" she would taunt. "Well you
had better go and dribble your weedy cum into the toilet,
while you imagine your wife on her knees sucking on her
black master's cock!" To my shame, I would do exactly that,
with my wife's laughter ringing in my ears.

A short while later, Jenny told me to book a two-week
holiday at a secluded villa in Italy. Naively, I told her I
could not get the time off.

"Don't be silly", she scoffed. "It's for Earl and me, and
you are paying. We have decided we want a whole two weeks
together, just the two of us 24 hours a day."

I dutifully booked the holiday, not believing how low I had
let myself sink. On the day, the two of them were all packed
and ready to go, when my wife gave me another surprise.
Producing a cock cage, she told me I would have to wear it
while she was away as she did not want me straying.

"Besides", she added. "I like the idea of you sitting here
at home totally frustrated with full balls, while I am out
there doing everything I can to empty Earl's into my mouth,
pussy and ass."

So there I was, spending a very frustrating fortnight while
my lovely wife was getting all the sex she could handle. It
was a very long two weeks, I can tell you.

Jenny finally got back very late on a Sunday night; in fact
I was in bed. I heard her coming up the stairs, and it was
obvious she was alone. She came into the bedroom sporting a
deep tan, and a new short hairstyle.

"Do you like it?" she asked, without any preamble. "Earl
likes it better like this, and he's the boss isn't he? Look,
I have a couple of other things to show you."

As she removed her clothing the first thing I noticed was
that her tan was all over. She had probably spent the whole
two weeks naked lapping up the sun with her lover. She came
closer, and I could see that her pussy was shaved bare, and
she had what appeared to be writing above it. She reached
the bed, grabbed my hair and pulled my face up close. The
words read "Black cock only".

"That's not all", she laughed, as she showed me her upper
left arm.

It was a tattoo of a heart, with the name "Earl" in fancy
writing underneath.

"Now I really feel that I belong to him", she explained.
Especially now he has made me throw my wedding ring away." I
looked at her left hand, and saw that she had indeed removed
the evidence of our marriage.

She slid into bed next to me, and put her hand on the cage.

"How was it, wearing that for two weeks?" she asked. "Was it
really frustrating, knowing your wife was getting banged
several times a day, while you couldn't even come?"

"It has been awful, and painful", I replied. "Would you
please take it off?"

"Of course", she replied, with an evil grin. "You must be
dying to jerk yourself off!"

I think it might be fun to leave it on for another couple of
weeks. It will be much more frustrating for you now I am
here to flaunt my sexy body in front of you."

As she removed the cage, I begged my wife to let me have sex
with her just this once, as my frustration was unbearable.
She grabbed my head, and forced it down between her legs.

"Read my pussy little dick", she laughed. "Black cock only.
While you are down there, you can start lapping my pussy and
give me a nice cum. I have missed your tongue for the last
couple of weeks."

As I lapped away with my frustrated cock rigid, Jenny made
an announcement.

"Earl and I have achieved your ultimate humiliation", she
told me. "He has put a black baby in your wife's belly. Very
soon everyone will know that I have been bred by a black
man, and that you are my cuckold."

I continued lapping at my wife's pussy, unsuccessfully
trying to stop myself sobbing.

"Oh let it out Michael", Jenny laughed. "You know how much
pleasure I get out of seeing you cry!"

I couldn't believe how the woman I loved so desperately
could change so much, and in such a short time turn me into
a snivelling, cuckolded wimp.


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