Wedded. Bliss. It wasn’t even that long ago you were watching your beautiful bride walk down the aisle, eyes only for you. That first night you had spent together was everything—despite the fact that you came so quick you quietly begged her to give you a redo, which she so kindly obliged. This was when she was still tender with you, still laughed at your jokes, still looked at you as if you were the only one for her. Where did it all go wrong?

You never thought you’d be the type of guy to get cheated on. But here you are, now an established cuck bitch with no plans of ever leaving her. You couldn’t even feign shock when you saw her in bed with your best friend—the best man at your wedding who had only ever been a gentleman the whole service. The rest of your friends are all jackasses, but he’s always been respectful and supportive of your relationship, never showing any signs of crossing boundaries or going too far, always acting like the cooler, older, hotter brother to you. You didn’t even know your wife talked to your best friend, let alone had any desire to gargle the contents of his balls in her mouth. But there she was, getting t-bagged on top of the sheets you put on your wedding registry. The look on her face was nothing like anything she had made when you were making love to her, and the sounds she made when he finally pushed his dick into her almost made you bust in your pants.

Of course they didn’t notice you were there. You just stood there, watching the whole time, unable to do anything about the fact that this man, whose penis is definitely twice as big as you are, was stretching your wife out. YOUR wife, who had once told you you were the biggest dick she had ever taken. YOUR wife, who said she doesn’t like to give head because she chokes on it too easily. YOUR wife, who had once claimed she was a prude, who only liked to fuck guys she was in love with. You watched as he pounded away, you watched as she screamed as she creamed, you watched as she squirted for the first time in her life, you watched as she cleaned him up after he finished filling her up. They didn’t notice as you retreated into the shadows once the deed was done, and she didn’t even call or text you when you spent the whole night driving around in circles, a complete wreck as your wife predictably succumbed to a deep, post-dick sleep.

Life went on as normal. You came home a disaster, but she didn’t notice because she was out, no doubt buying cute outfits and lingerie to impress her new crush with, things she knew he wouldn’t have a choice but to swell up the second he saw her in them. You went through the motions: cooking, cleaning, doing all the things you normally did when you weren’t aware your wife was fucking your best friend. Even the group chat was status quo, everybody laughing at his jokes as usual, and you played along as if you hadn’t just seen him empty himself into your wife’s tiny little pussy. The only abnormality was you: you couldn’t get the image of them together out of your brain. You spent so much time obsessing over it that it started hardening your dick in ways you can’t explain. The way he completely envelops her when he fucks her, using the full force of his massive dick to make her feel things she had never felt before. The image of them enmeshed together burned into your brain until you felt so hot you couldn’t help but touch yourself to relieve yourself just a little bit. It felt so good you almost came in seconds.

You didn’t bother asking your wife for sex in the days following your knighthood into cuckdom. You knew she was sore, judging from the way she struggled to walk and rarely sat down without flinching. He did his damage and she wasn’t even trying to hide it from you. When finally you couldn’t take it anymore, begging her to allow you to touch her once more, she relented, only for you to fumble around awkwardly, dick half limp unless you let your mind flood itself with thoughts of them together. After closing your eyes and stroking yourself to the thought of his massive penis stretching out her tight little holes, your dick finally responds the way you want it to. You slip it in, pumping hard as you try not to let the thought of your best friend’s dick push you over the edge, this can’t be the way you cum, no, not yet, only for her to ask you a single, damning question, one that had never crossed her mind before he stretched her out: Is it in yet?