You’re a pawn now. An instrument to be used for her success. Any tenderness you once held with your wife now eludes you, as she barely looks your way, let alone your penis in her. To be honest, you can’t blame her. Your dick is nothing to write home about. Lately you don’t know how your wife really feels about your cock. You assumed she enjoyed bouncing up and down on it as you tried your best not to explode every time she came down on it. You thought you had a pretty decent dick. And then you heard what she had to say about it to your friends.

These people, who were supposed to be YOUR friends, start grilling her about your cock, and while you thought she might play coy—she’s never complimented you on it—the most endearing words you’d ever heard escaped your wife’s mouth. She spoke of a cock so big, fat, and juicy. It swelled to capacity just from seeing her smile, let alone her tits that everyone wanted, the blueprint for boobjobs everywhere. Sometimes you think the gods let her descend upon this earth on accident, someone so beautiful had no business walking amongst regular folk. The way she talked, laughed, breathed—so profound you told her she was your favorite movie, you could watch her forever. Who could resist? You certainly couldn’t, and the cock she was talking about never stood a chance, either.

You knew she wasn’t talking about you. They all knew it too. The way her face lit up talking about this other man’s cock, the way he’d flip her into new positions (instead of the way you’d meekly ask her), make her scream on it (you only ever heard soft moans from her), and made her squirt for the first time (it took you decades to find the clitoris, but you’re pretty sure that’s not where “squirt” comes out"). All your friends looked at you, enviably of course, but also kind of incredulously. You tried to stand tall and act like somebody who knew how to do all the things she was talking about, but how did guys with monstrous cocks stand anyways? You would never know.

You could slice open the air it was so thick with tension on the ride home—or maybe it was all in your mind and your wife never really gave a shit at all. As your wife nonchalantly swiped through her Instagram in the passenger seat, your eyes widen at the thought of the things she said that night. You tried to go through your memories, find the exact moment it all fell apart. How could you be so oblivious? How could you not tell something was strange all those times you wanted to fuck but she had to stop after a few strokes because she was too sore, and you stupidly didn’t question it, only agreeing that her pussy was so tight and swollen you couldn’t put your thing in anyways. How her lingerie collection continued to grow and yet you never got to see her in any of it. Many times, after a late night out she’d stay over at a girlfriend’s house—for safety—but you couldn’t help but notice when she’d come home and peel off all her clothes to shower, her panties were always. Soaking. Wet. So covered in cum and wetness and you naively told yourself it was the maca root smoothies she had you make for her in the mornings. And so you did. You did all of that for her. Made her smoothies, washed her cummy underwear, all while never stopping to think about why your your sex life was quickly becoming a figment of your imagination.

Now comes the fun part: you get to become a paranoid, friendless fuck who suspects everybody of cucking you from your own wife. Everybody gets to have a taste and you have no idea how many loads she’s taken, but they definitely aren’t from you. You feel like you’ve gotten a scarlet C branded upon your chest, though anybody could look you in the eye and know immediately that your just a stupid, clueless, sexless cuck. Your wife glows from all the fat cum shots she’s been taking, and you’re growing into a brittle shell of the man you once were, unable to even sleep at night because all you have are visions of her choking on nut that doesn’t belong to you. All the things you ever wanted to do but never did because you’re too much of a bitch, all the things you never got to do because you don’t have the balls or the stamina, all the things she never did with you simply because you’re YOU, she’s doing with somebody else. A bigger, better, bulgier man, and everybody knows it.