Cucked by My Loves

 

Disclaimer:
If you are a minor and you are reading this, whether you're below 16, 18 or 21, depending on what laws your countries have placed on stuff like this, stop, okay, wait a few years and let's not get each other in worlds of trouble.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Authors Notes:
If you're curious, the description I used as reference to describe the dad was from the Russian Bodybuilder named Stanislav Lindover. Take note, this is not made to defame him or imply something against him, I merely used him as reference for a character and to provide a vivid picture of a characters look in his image and physical traits.
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Chapter 1

I never expected my husband of two years, Bill, to cheat behind my back, nor would I have expected myself into actually finding it quite arousing. I never saw the signs though, but to be quite honest I would not have believe it myself if not for seeing it with my own damn eyes. He and I were the perfect couple. His charming personality and my calm demeanor made us good partners, he was the sun to my moon, the light to my shadows, and we complemented each other. At least I thought we did.

The moment I caught him in the act broke my heart, but... it also broke a dam inside of me. Flooding my insides with emotions I couldn't understand; hurt, anger, jealousy but then also came love, intrigue, and arousal, it was everything all at once. It was a truly mindboggling and eye-opening experience for me.

It all started when I came home early from work. Way early in fact since I always clock out at six and arrive almost seven in the evening, depending on the traffic. A client of ours rescheduled our supposed meeting, something about a family emergency. To be perfectly honest, I couldn't complain, I wanted an early weekend today so I agreed to reschedule and drive my way back home. It was a Friday and it was Bill's day off. Perfect time to spend the rest of the day with him.

It was four in the afternoon when I got home, just a thirty minute drive back since traffic wasn't heavy yet. I drifted into the kitchen, removing my tie along the way, hoping to find Bill but he was nowhere to be seen. He could be napping on our bedroom I guessed or working out in our home gym down in the basement. So I first went down to the basement and maybe join him working out but found it oddly quiet when I got there. No Bill here. Though some of the equipment have been clearly used, I kinda hoped he waited for me.

I then went for the stairs to check on our bedroom; perhaps join him in his nap, which he mostly does in Fridays. That could be another way to spend the rest of the afternoon I thought, just cuddling and sleeping in our bed, maybe a few sexy times in between.

I hear a thump and a muffled laugh when I got to the top of the stairs. I stood confused, he's almost always tired on his off days. Though I did get home early than usual so perhaps he's watching a something funny on his laptop before taking his afternoon nap.

But as I got nearer to the bedroom, I hear a moan. Bill's moan. It made my cock jump in anticipation. Maybe he's watching porn, maybe he's fingering himself or maybe he's playing with his big dildo he ordered online with his hole. I admit, I do sometimes get green with envy of that dildo. It's big but at least it keeps my hubby satisfied. Now I honestly can't wait to fuck his hole after thinking all of that.

I stood in front of the door as I slowly reached for the knob when I heard him moan again, this time followed by a thumping sound, and then another and another, until a continuous beat of thumps can be heard inside our bedroom.

I was frozen and confused, I was thinking, he can't honestly be playing with himself so strongly like that to bang the bed. But somewhere deep in my thoughts those sounds aren't something you can achieve with just a dildo and you hand alone. Sweat rolled down my neck as I slowly twist the knob and slightly crack it open to peer inside.

I hear a grunt but I know it didn't belong to my Bill. My gut twisted as I see our bed moving alongside the moans and grunts of those above it. Bill was moaning wildly, on his arms and knees with powerful hands holding his hips. My handsome blonde husband was being fucked by a big muscular man. They were facing the headboard, showing me the beautiful back of the man fucking my husband.

I was heartbroken and angry, but somehow I couldn't summon the courage to stop them. I studied the rippling muscles of the man as he pummeled my husband's hole, he was slightly tan and he looked like a bodybuilder. His hair was slightly buzzed, but still enough to see the silvers of his hair. There was a familiar sensation that clouded my mind, a hazy voice in my head telling me I know who this is.

My question was answered the moment I heard the man's gruff voice.

"That enough for you, baby?"

I was shocked and strangely aroused at the same time when I heard my dad's voice. Bill was moaning even louder as dad repeated his question with powerful thrusts.

"Ohhh yes, John." Bill moaned. "ple-ease ha-harder. Please, fu-fuck me harder, ah ah ah! " Bill tried to say as dad sped up.

"Don't worry, baby. I got you." Dad said in a soothing voice that didn't match his vicious thrust.

I watched as I realized in my twenty six year old life that this is the first time I ever saw dad's cock. It was big, obscenely large, as it relentlessly invaded my husband's hole. I somehow questioned whether he was really my dad because I clearly didn't inherit some of his genes.

Dad grabbed hold of Bill's short blonde hair and slightly pulled as he leaned forward to kiss his neck. Bill's muscles straining from the workout dad was giving him. I guess this was a better workout for him than in the gym. Dad slowed his thrusts a bit while he turned Bill's head away from me. I couldn't see it then but I know they were sloppily making out. I just wish I could see it.

Fuck, I thought. My mind whirled. I should be disgusted at what I'm seeing. Angry even, but instead, I wanted to see them make out. Wanted to see their tongues battling against each other, swapping spit and moans as their lips danced together in a whole wet mess. I was hard, harder than I have ever been in my life. It was like the first time I discovered gay porn on the internet. Only this time, it was my husband and my dad starring the show.

I moved my eyes to the other action happening, one I could see clearly. I watched as dad lazily fucked my husband. Bill's hole was really stretched wide to accommodate the monster that my dad was packing. I realize this wasn't probably their first fuck of the day as cum frothed on the entrance of Bill's hole. I wondered how many times they did it today. It was a lot of. I never knew my dad was a heavy cummer.

I was hurt and jealous; Bill and I never went bare before. We promised ourselves to finally do it on my birthday next month, perhaps to settle down and test the waters a bit in our new married life. I guess that promise only went for me.

The squelching sounds stopped as dad let go of Bill and assumed his earlier position. He placed his big hands on Bill's hips and paused for a second.

"Ready?" Dad asked.

"Always been ready for you." I heard Bill say.

"Good slut." Dad said as he jackhammered through my husband's hole. I shuddered at the word. Was Bill really a slut, I couldn't believe it. We've been together since high school but I never knew this side of him. And yet, the answer was right in front of me. How long have they been doing this, how has Bill whored himself to my dad? Were there other men besides dad? I shuddered at the thought and clamped my hand on my mouth to bite back a moan. What is wrong with me?

"Ah! Ye-yes, fuck me!" My husband shouted.

"Fucking slut!" Dad grunted. "Who owns you?!" Dad shouted at my huband.

"Y-you!"

"Who owns this cunt?!" Dad shouted again.

"You, sir! Always you! You own my cunt! My body! You own me!" Bill answered readily.

"Fuck! Fucking slut!" Dad punctuated each shout with powerful thrusts. "Can't believe my son married a slut!"

"I'm a slut for you! Only for you!" Bill said. "Just, keep fucking me! Please!"

Well then I guess that answers my question probably, though I half disappointed and confused that there weren't others who was fucking him.

"Oh I plan to, baby." Dad let out a small laugh.

And I thought dad was doing his best to fuck Bill harder and faster when he even amped up the tempo and really rabbit fucked my husband. The slapping sounds were like an applause to the show they were giving. Cum oozed and frothed on Bill's hole as dad piston-fucked inside it. Bill was slowly being fucked closer to the headboard as he moaned and grunted from dad's assault.

Dad did a few more powerful thrusts before grunting and grinding himself on Bill's ass. I knew then that he was cumming inside him. I could see cum overflow from my husband's hole. I bet it was already so full that there wasn't enough room for my dad's cum to spray into. I wish I could lick it all up and not waste it like that.

At this point I wasn't caring anymore, they were clearly having a euphoric moment. I watched as dad grunted like an animal and kept on injecting his seed to my husband. He leaned forward and covered Bills body with his own and grinded unto him. I was mesmerized by their movements as I failed to realize the sudden ecstasy I was feeling. I was cumming in my slacks and I had to bite my tongue to prevent a moan from slipping out.

I shuddered from my release as I watched dad cuddle with my husband, still clearly inside him. I bet they're gonna nap again before I was supposedly home. I wondered if this is why he was always so tired on Fridays.

As my mind clears from my sudden orgasm, hurt filled over. I watched with my eyes tearing up as I tried not to cry from their display of affection. They were cuddling and giggling and kissing as they turned to their sides. I took a step back and silently trotted down the stairs. I carefully opened the front door and did the same as I closed it. I kept telling myself that I wasn't ready to confront them yet but I knew I just didn't want to disturb them. They looked... happy. The two people of my life and I have never seen them this happy.

I needed a drink, and maybe to think this through before going back home. I started my car and headed out the street, hopefully they didn't hear my car.