The Reluctant Cuckold and His Defiant Wife – Part 1

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"He doesn't want to marry me, you know."

Sean looked up from his book and saw Mia standing in the doorway. Somehow she'd managed to open the slider to the backyard without him hearing, which probably spoke to the book being especially engrossing. She was wearing a skimpy and somewhat shiny black bikini and he couldn't help but note how good her body looked.

"What do you think?" she asked.

He didn't answer. "Who doesn't want to marry you?"

Mia stepped onto the deck and shut the slider. "Robert. He doesn't want to marry me. He just likes fucking me."

Sean hadn't yet found the time - or courage, perhaps - to have a hard conversation with his wife about her infidelity. He was embarrassed that she was the one that was bringing it up and for a moment he found himself thinking that he couldn't blame her for having cheated on him. After all, what kind of man does nothing when he discovers his wife fucking someone else?

Mia sat on a lounge chair and slowly unfurled her body. Sean was grateful for his sunglasses because it allowed him to ogle her without revealing that he couldn't help but feel aroused at the sight of her.

"Maybe you're not worried about that," she said. "About him taking me from you, that is. Maybe you've already decided you'll be divorcing me. I don't know. I just figured that you might want to hear that I won't be leaving you for Robert."

A week had passed since Sean discovered her infidelity, since he'd walked into Robert's house and watched Mia get fucked from behind, since he'd done nothing to stop her.

"How many times have you seen him this week?" he asked.

"Three," she replied. "Not counting the day you watched."

Sean wanted to argue with the notion that he'd watched. It made it sound like he'd done so happily, like he'd been invited and he'd been excited to accept that invitation. It wasn't true. Or it wasn't entirely true. He had watched and he'd sort of been invited in when Mia unlocked Robert's front door. That's why Sean didn't argue with her. He'd lose that argument.

"You fucked him three times this week?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "We fucked on two of those occasions. I gave him a blowjob on the other one. That was in his car, actually. He dropped me off for that work event I went to with you."

Sean looked away. Mia had shown up at the dinner in a striking green satin wrap dress that was somehow both casual an astoundingly sexy. Sean remembered momentarily feeling very lucky because every other man in the room had been jealous of him that night. What they hadn't known - what Sean hadn't known - was that his wife had sucked another man's cock before walking into the event.

"Wait, so you gave Robert a blowjob and then had him drive you to the event?"

She smiled and shook her head. "No, I gave him a blowjob while he drove me to the event. He finished in my mouth right as we pulled into the parking lot. It was my idea. He'd texted asking if I was available and I told him I needed to attend a work event with you. I said I'd be happy to suck him off if he could drive me, though, and I'm sure it won't surprise you to know that he was eager to be my chauffeur."

Sean thought back to the event. He remembered Mia kissing him with surprising vigor when he met her in the lobby. He remembered her tasting a little bit off. He wouldn't have guessed that the taste was another man's cock and cum, though. He probably should have guessed, but it didn't even occur to him.

"So you...you kissed me the way you did because..."

"Because I thought you'd like tasting Robert's cock and cum on my lips."

He was incensed. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you liked it when I gave you a handjob using his cum as lube. Because you liked cleaning your cum off my tits. Because you're a fucking cuck, Sean, and a cuck likes tasting the evidence of his wife's sexual encounters with superior men."

Sean felt the anger rising in him. "I'm not a cuck. I didn't like any of the things you said I liked." That wasn't true, of course, but Sean couldn't bear admitting that Mia was right.

She responded by grasping her breasts in the bikini top. Sean's head whipped around like he was worried someone would see. Their yard backed into a fairly thick forest, though, so the likelihood of a neighbor seeing anything was close to zero.

Mia slipped one hand into her bikini top and the other traveled over her stomach and into her bottoms. She spread her legs a little wider, bit her lower lip playfully, and moaned as she began to masturbate.

"Mia, what are you doing?" Sean asked.

"What if I told you that Robert fucked me today?"

Sean was fairly certain that Mia hadn't left the house that day. He hadn't noticed her open the sliding glass door, though, so anything was possible.

Mia pulled her hand from her bikini and swung her legs over the side of the lounge chair. She smiled at Sean, stood, and sauntered towards him. He stared between her legs and searched for some sign that she'd been fucked. He saw none, though.

Mia straddled Sean in his chair. She rested her crotch against his and then reached back to untie her bikini top. It fell to the deck and her breasts were suddenly in his face as she leaned forward.

"I know you enjoyed sucking your cum of my titties," she whispered. "I know it turned you on to think about Robert decorating them with his cum. I know it thrilled you to think about him marking me with his seed before sending me back to my unknowing husband."

Sean hated that his dick was well on its way to an erection.

"I know that you're a cuck, Sean," she added.

"No, I'm not."

Mia kissed him. He resisted at first, turning his head. Her lips found his again, though, and the moment her tongue moved into his mouth Sean found himself overwhelmed with desire. He grabbed her ass and used his grip to move her crotch over his, generating enough friction to bring him to a full erection.

"I wore this bikini for Robert this week," she said. "He took a day off from work. I put this on. I went over there. We relaxed by his pool, we drank margaritas, we fooled around, we fucked three times. Some of his cum is still in the bikini. It leaked out of me and I haven't washed it yet. Do you want to lick it, cuck?"

"No," Sean replied.

Mia stood and stepped back. She lowered her bikini bottoms and held them up. "Do you want to jerk off with them like a cuck? Do you want to wrap them around your dick and stroke yourself while thinking about Robert fucking me in this bikini? Do you want to cum while you think of me on my hands and knees by his pool with his cock pounding my tight, married cunt while I tell him that he fucks me so much better than my husband?"

"No," Sean insisted.

Mia dropped her bikini bottoms, turned around, and crawled into the lounge chair. She paused on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder. "Do you want to fuck me like Robert did?"

"Yes."

She laughed and rolled onto her back. "Too bad. A cuck doesn't get to fuck his wife. A cuck gets to watch if he asks nicely. A cuck gets to jerk off with his wife's cum-soaked bikini bottoms. A cuck gets to clean his load off his wife's tits. He doesn't get to fuck her, though."

"Mia, why are you doing this?"

She glanced between his legs. "Because you're hard as a rock, Sean. I'm just trying to show you what you really are. You can keep denying it, but there's really no point to it. You're a cuck. That's just how it goes. Don't fight it. Just be a cuck. Grab those bikini bottoms. Jerk off with them."

Sean closed his eyes and took as deep a breath as he could gather. He let it out slowly. He repeated the process over and over until his erection had gone down. Then he opened his eyes and saw Mia masturbating as she looked at her phone.

The arousal came back instantly. She was so beautiful, she was completely naked, and the fact that she was masturbating in their backyard just made the whole thing so much hotter.

"So you fucked him by his pool. What was the third time you saw him this week?"

"When you stayed late at work. I went to his house for dinner. He grilled steaks. We had dinner on the deck overlooking his pool and then went skinny dipping. He took me to his bedroom and fucked me long and slow afterwards. Usually he cums inside me a few times, but that night he took his time and gave me multiple orgasms before having a huge climax of his own and absolutely flooding my pussy with a torrent of cum."

Sean looked down at the bulge in his pants. He hated it. He hated what it said about him. He detested its existence.

"I feel bad," Mia said.

"You should."

"You can fuck me if you want."

She clearly didn't feel bad in the way Sean thought she meant.

"You'll have to clean up after yourself, though," she added. "But you can fuck me if you'll agree to lick your load up."

"Here?" Sean asked without giving it a second thought.

Mia smiled. She clearly liked that he was considering her offer. He shouldn't have been. He should have been so mad at her that he refused to touch her, let alone fuck her.

"Yes, here," she said. "In missionary. I'll spread my legs. I'll let you have me. I'll kiss you. I could even lie and tell you that it feels good, that it's just as good as when Robert fucks me. You know I'd be lying, but sometimes men don't mind being lied to when they're fucking a woman."

Sean found himself standing without thinking about it. He stripped while knowing full well what he was doing. He was being guided by something other than reason, though. He crawled on top of his wife. He slid inside her. She wrapped her arms around him.

"Sean, baby, that feels so good," she whispered between kisses against his neck. "Your cock feels so good inside me. Fuck me, baby. Fuck my pussy. Make me cum like you always do!"

Sean came inside his wife. It was thoroughly pleasurable, of course, but there was a great wave of embarrassment that came with it, both because her untrue dirty talk had aroused him and because he'd cum so quickly.

"Did that feel good?" she asked softly.

"Yes," he admitted.

"Good. Now clean up your mess."

Sean pulled out, sat back on his knees, and stared at her pussy. A bird loudly chirped in a tree as he watched his cum leak out of her.

"I can't," he said.

"Yes, you can. You've cleaned your load off my tits, Sean, and you can clean it out of my pussy too."

He shook his head.

"If you don't clean up your mess it will be a long, long time before you fuck me again. Maybe you'd actually find pleasure in that - you're a cuck, after all - but if you have any aspirations of having sex with me again, you'll clean up your mess."

For a moment Sean wondered if he should just get up, get dressed, pack a suitcase and leave his wife. For some reason he couldn't, though. He just couldn't. Maybe she was right. Maybe he was a cuck.

He laid down between her legs. He put his tongue inside her. He cleaned her pussy. She had an orgasm while he was doing it, which made Sean a great deal happier than it should have.

When he'd finished, Mia put her bikini bottoms back on and resumed tanning, though she didn't bother putting her top on.

Sean got dressed and sat down, grabbed his book, and resumed reading.

"Oh, before I forget," Mia began, "Robert recommended you to a neighbor of his."

"Recommended me for what?"

"To sell his house. It's the one two doors down from where Robert lives. It will be the biggest commission of your life and I think we both know that if you do a good job it could change your career significantly. You just have to be willing to accept a little help from the man that's been fucking your wife, and of course you'll have to thank Robert personally for the recommendation."

Sean gripped the book so tight his knuckles turned white.

"And if I don't accept his help?"

Mia smiled like she didn't care either way. "Well, you won't get the listing. Your career won't change. You'll continue to make less money than you'd like. You'll continue to live a smaller life than you've dreamed of. You won't have to deal with the embarrassment of accepting help from the man that's been fucking your wife for months, so I suppose it depends on what avoiding that embarrassment is worth to you."

She closed her eyes but the smile remained on her face.

"I can't help but wonder if sex with you would be better if you were as successful as Robert," she said without opening her eyes. "I suppose, too, that you'd have a much easier time finding another woman if you were more successful. I think we both know you'd never find someone as attractive as me if you left me right now, but give it a few years and you might be one of the most successful real estate agents in town. Then you'd have your pick of gorgeous divorcees looking for a second husband."

Sean was astounded at her willingness to fuck with him so openly, to taunt him, to plant suggestions like that in his head.

"What would you do if I left you?" he asked. "Like you said, Robert doesn't want to marry you."

She smiled. "I don't want to marry him, either. I love fucking him. I love sucking his cock. I love that he's sometimes quite generous with me, but I don't want to marry him. I want to stay married to you, Sean, and I'm actually quite certain I'd be happy to be married to a cuck or a remarkably successful man that has come to dominate the local real estate business in just a few years time. It's possible you could be that man. It's also possible you're just a fucking cuck and you'll spend the rest of our marriage licking the cum of men like Robert out of my cunt. I suppose only time will tell."

Sean's jaw literally dropped. It was only for a moment, but he was truly astonished at his wife's boldness. "Tell Robert that I'd like to be his neighbor's real estate agent and that I'll be happy to thank him in person for the referral."

Mia opened her eyes and smiled at him. "You can tell him yourself. I'm going to his house for dinner and sex tonight. Now you can come with me. You can express your gratitude to Robert. You can show him that you have what it takes to be the kind of real estate agent you've always claimed you want to be. Then you can sit there and watch as he fucks your wife and fills my pussy with his cum."

She smiled, closed her eyes, and a sense of relaxation seemed to come over her. Sean started to say something but got no more than a syllable out before Mia held up her hand.

"The conversation is over, Sean. I'd like to relax now. You can stay out here and read your book, but if you can't keep quiet then you need to go inside."

There was no point in fighting it. Sean's life had taken a strange, entirely unexpected turn, but there was no denying that it had gotten more interesting and that his career really would change for the better if he were able to land a client in Robert's neighborhood.

So Sean read his book and occasionally looked up to admire his wife's beautiful, lithe, naked body. He tried his best not to think about what the evening would entail as it seemed that the price had been set for landing a new client and Sean had no choice but to pay it.

He'd pay it. He'd sell that house. He'd sell a dozen more just like it. He'd become the more successful real estate agent in town. That was a future he looked forward to and he could figure everything else out along the way.