Title: The Uninvited Cuckold
I was sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee when my wife burst into the room. She looked panicked, her eyes wide with fear. "Honey," she whispered urgently, "you have to come and see this!"
I followed her down the hallway, past our bedroom, and into the living room where we both froze in shock at the sight that greeted us. There on the sofa was a man I didn't recognize - tall, muscular, and wearing nothing but a pair of loose-fitting jeans. He had his hand down his pants, rubbing himself roughly as he watched my wife with an expression of pure animal lust.
"Who is this?" I demanded, my voice shaking with anger. My wife just shook her head wordlessly, tears streaming down her cheeks. The stranger looked up at us, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "I know who he is," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.
"My name's Marcus," the man said, standing up slowly to reveal an enormous erection straining against the fabric of his jeans. "And I came here to take what I want - from both of you."
He advanced towards us with a predatory swagger, reaching out to touch my wife's chest as he passed by. She recoiled in horror but made no attempt to stop him. When he reached me, he grabbed my cock through my pants and gave it a rough squeeze before moving on. "You see," he purred, running his hand up the inside of her thigh, "this is mine now."
As he spoke, I could feel myself getting harder than ever before. My wife's pleading eyes met mine briefly before returning to Marcus' hands roaming over her body like a hunter tracing the path of its prey. In that moment, all sense of reason fled from my mind; all I knew was that I wanted him inside her - inside both of them.
"Take off your clothes," Marcus ordered gruffly, turning his attention back to me. "And don't be slow about it."
I obeyed without hesitation, stripping down until only my boxers remained between us and the world. He nodded approval at my nakedness, then turned his gaze to my wife once more. "Get on your knees," he commanded gruffly.
She complied with a tearful whimper, lowering herself onto the floor in front of him. Marcus stepped forward, positioning himself between her legs. As she gazed up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks, I realized that what was about to happen was irreversible - a line had been crossed from which there could be no return.
With a growl, Marcus forced his way inside my wife's wet, dripping pussy. He held her hips steady as he started pumping in and out of her, each thrust causing her breasts to bounce enticingly. I stood there, powerless to do anything but watch as the man who had so casually invaded our home fucked my wife like an animal.
In a frenzy of lust, I reached down to stroke my own erection. As I did so, Marcus glanced over at me with a wicked grin. "You want some too, don't you?" he snarled. "Go ahead, take what you want."
Emboldened by his words, I stepped forward until I was standing directly behind him. With one swift motion, I pushed my throbbing cock against the small of his back, forcing its way inside him without warning or consent. He grunted in surprise but didn't resist as I began to fuck him roughly from behind.
The feeling of being penetrated by a man who was simultaneously penetrating my wife was almost too much to bear. Each thrust brought us closer together, until finally, we both exploded simultaneously - me deep inside Marcus' ass, and him deep inside my wife's pussy.
As the last waves of pleasure washed over us, I realized that this wasn't just about sex anymore; it was about surrender, submission, and acceptance. In allowing Marcus to take control and dominate us both so completely, we had opened a door to a new world of carnal pleasures that neither of us could ever close again.
And as our bodies slowly began to cool, I knew without a shadow of doubt that we would never be the same again...and that was exactly what made it so exciting.