The air hung thick with anticipation. Mark nervously adjusted his collar, the leather of his chair digging into his skin. He knew what was coming, had even agreed to it… but knowing and experiencing were worlds apart.
Across the room, his wife, Sarah, a vision in a barely-there negligee showcasing her big boobs, met his gaze with a mixture of guilt and excitement. He could see the heat in her eyes, a primal desire that both thrilled and terrified him. This was her fantasy, played out in their living room. Cuckold humiliation at its finest. Or, for him, perhaps his lowest point.
A knock. Sarah glided to the door, her round ass swaying with each step. He knew who it was. The "Bull," as they'd jokingly referred to him. A powerful black man, radiating confidence, filled the doorway. She pulled him inside, and the heat in the room seemed to intensify.
"Ready, baby?" the Bull, whose name was Damon, asked Sarah, his voice a low rumble. She nodded, her eyes never leaving Mark's. It was all for him, she knew. The thrill of being watched, of knowing she was pushing his boundaries to their absolute limit.
Damon pulled her close, his hands exploring her curves. Mark’s breath hitched. This was really happening. Sarah turned to him. "Get on your knees, my cuckold slave. Your only purpose is to watch and pleasure yourself to my pleasure."
Damon guided her to the couch and started kissing her neck as she moaned. Interracial Cuckold at its finest. He pulled her into a hot kiss. Damon then pulled her into a rough reverse cowgirl position. Her body bounced as Damon pounded into her.
He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but let his fingers trace his own cock, his body betraying his shame with a surge of arousal. The image of his wife pleasuring another man burned in his mind. He felt like a cuckold loser.
Later, Damon motioned for Mark to come. "Time for you to clean up after the job, cuckold hubby" he said. Mark knew what that meant - feet job duty. He obeyed and started worshipping her feet as he had been instructed.
This new sensation, this strange mix of humiliation and arousal, was consuming him. It was a dark road, but they were traveling it together. This was their new normal. And somehow, despite the shame, the uncertainty, and the fear, Mark found himself strangely... wanting more.
