Being Cuckolded #6 Telling it like it is

This was Bulls second visit, true to his word, two days after I first listened to them having sex in our bed, he was back, doing it again. Long enough for my wife's pussy to stop being sore, short enough that it hadn't had time to tighten back up.

As before, I was sitting without my pants in the spare room. Listening to the sounds of our marital bed creaking, as he thrust his way up inside my wife. She was making more noise this time, perhaps an indication it was hurting less.

It was a strange situation, to hear my wife's moans of pleasure, and not be the cause or even a participant. Every so often I could hear a smack and a squeal or a giggle, he must have been spanking her as he fucked. I had a vision of him riding her doggy style on the bed, her beautiful curvy ass bouncing on his thick cock, although I couldn't be sure without looking.

"Boy" Bull shouted from next door, I exhaled deeply, knowing how I was expected to respond. "Yes sir?" I called back, determined not to walk in and see them. "Get me a beer, fucking your wife is thirsty work!" before I could answer, another ass smack came, my wife half giggled, half moaned. The bed continued to creak.

I went downstairs without daring to glance into our bedroom. Fetching the beer can like a good boy, or a fool. As I headed back towards the stairs, it occurred to me I was going to have to see them, together...fucking. I slowly climbed the staircase, trying to figure out a way I could hand him the cold beer without looking.

I entered our bedroom, my eyes glued to the floor, trying not to look. "Well pass it over then" Bull said impatiently, between breaths. I looked up, my wife was indeed on all fours, the cheeks of her buttocks were both red, presumably from his hands. He was kneeling between her legs, his penis bobbing out erect, as he turned to me.

He saw my eyes looking at his huge, wet cock as he snatched the beer can from my hand. "Yes, you see now, what your wife needs" my face went red, quickly looking away from him. "She'll never be satisfied with that little thing" he said, I didn't need to see where he was pointing, I knew he was talking about what was in my cage.

My wife had turned her head around to look at me, still on all fours, her hand was reaching out to me, I held it as she squeezed me tightly. "Stay with me" she said, pulling on my arm. "Not now" was all I could say, pulling away and returning to the spare room once more.

A few moments later they began fucking again, It still felt wrong, I wanted to be with her when she was being pleasured. It turned me on to hear her sexually aroused and satisfied. It also felt like a kick in the gut when I heard his grunts of satisfaction. Watching them have sex, it just didn't feel right, like I was admitting something I wasn't yet ready to admit, that I was no longer man enough.

They continued for a while longer, my wife was enjoying it more this time, still she didn't cum. While it was easier for her to take him, she was still hurting from his size, just enough to put her off. I admit, I took some comfort in that.

After about an hour he was ready to cum in her, a loud series of groans and grunts told me he had. My wife loved to feel a man orgasm into her, that moment of hard, pulsing and pumping as he releases. She's told me before how it turns her on to feel all that aggression and lust exploding inside, how she is responsible for making it happen. It used to turn me on to be the one giving it to her, now it was him.

I waited for him to get dressed, he came in to see me again as he did last time. I knew what he was waiting for, I didn't resist. "Thank you sir, for fucking my wife for me." Bull smiled at me and nodded. "Good boy, we'll soon get your wife stretched out and cumming on my cock, she's nearly there."

After seeing him to the door I went back upstairs and lay in our bed with my wife. We kissed and cuddled, my hands stroking up and down her spine how she liked. "I don't like you not being here" she said as she kissed me on the lips. "You wanted me to do this, you should be a part of it". I nodded, I knew I was letting her down, I didn't want to.

"I'm just afraid"
"Of what?" she asked.
"Of you liking sex with him more than me."
"Oh baby, I love you!" she said smothering me in her arms and legs.
There was a silent pause as she lay there thinking. "He is much bigger and harder than you though, of course that's going to satisfy me more."