The Reluctant Cuckold and His Defiant Wife - Part 2

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Sean felt like a broken man as he trudged down Robert's driveway. He'd just watched his wife have sex with another man. He'd watched that man cum inside her. He'd done absolutely nothing to stop it, even when Mia had challenged him to do so. Even worse, Sean had accepted a handjob afterwards and had cum remarkably hard. That cum was now smeared all over his shirt and Mia was still in the house. In fact, if she was true to her word, she likely had Robert's cock in her mouth as she showered with him.

Sean didn't feel like a broken man. He was a broken man. What made it so painful, though, was that he'd allowed himself to be broken. He'd stood there like some pathetic cuck while Robert took his wife from behind and then came inside her.

As he neared Robert's mailbox Sean was overcome with anger. He reached back and punched the metal box, denting it and causing an intense surge of pain in his hand that rushed up his arm. He shook his hand and flexed his fingers to make sure he hadn't broken anything. Then he smiled at the dent in the mailbox, lifted his foot, and kicked it.

Sean was tempted to try and tear the box out of the ground, but it all felt so pointless. Doing so wouldn't un-fuck Mia. It wouldn't bring her back to him. It wouldn't change anything. So Sean got into his car, gripped the steering wheel, and screamed as loud as he'd ever screamed. He screamed so loud and so long that his throat hurt when he was finished.

Then he drove home. He drove recklessly, of course, but he got there without incident. He immediately threw his shirt in the trash - the cum would wash out, but the sense of shame never would - and got in the shower. Sean cleaned himself up, put on a fresh set of clothes, and headed to a bar.

He had no intention of getting drunk, though. Instead, Sean intended on fucking someone. He was going to have a drink or two and see if he could charm a woman into making an impulsive decision.

Two hours later, Sean felt far worse about himself than he'd felt upon entering the bar. He'd struck out and he'd struck out badly. He'd bought drinks for half a dozen women and flirted with another half dozen on top of that and not one had expressed even a hint of desire. He hadn't come close to indulging in a revenge fuck.

For the briefest moment Sean considered hiring an escort. That would be the single most pathetic thing he could have done, though, so he tossed that idea away and got behind the wheel of his car feeling as low as he'd ever felt. His only choice was to go home.

Mia's car was in the driveway. Sean parked next to it and promptly dug his key into her car and dragged it over both doors, leaving a lovely scratch. He smiled and then immediately felt stupid and petty for having done so.

Sean closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and headed into the house. He called for Mia, but she didn't answer. He found her in bed. She had on a white satin robe. Her legs looked long and smooth and impossibly sexy, though Sean shook that notion from his head and focused instead on the anger he felt.

"Why didn't you answer me when I called?" he asked.

Mia didn't even look up from her phone.

"Mia? What the fuck?"

She set her phone aside. "Why yes, I had a lovely afternoon, Sean, thank you for asking. I thoroughly enjoyed sucking Robert's cock in the shower - I even let him fuck my face a little - and then he took me to his bed and fucked me long and hard. I had three orgasms, as it turned out, and then he pumped his second load of the day deep into my married pussy while I told him that he was a far superior lover to my husband."

Sean was incensed. How could she be so cruel?

Mia swung her legs over the edge of the bed and untied her robe. It fell open and her breasts looked soft and perfect when framed by the white satin. She spread her legs slowly and Sean found himself staring between them.

"There's one thing I haven't done," she said. "Though I suppose I didn't promise another handjob. Instead, I said you'd be lucky if I gave you one, didn't I?"

Sean nodded without thinking about it and then dragged his gaze away from her pussy. It was embarrassing to stare at it like he wanted it. He didn't want it. Of course he didn't. His wife was a cheating whore. He wanted nothing to do with her.

"Come here, Sean."

"No."

Mia smiled and spread her legs a little wider. Sean gazed between them again. "I was surprised that you weren't home when I got here. Where did you go, Sean?"

"Out."

She cupped one of her breasts and Sean watched her squeeze the soft flesh. His cock stirred and he fought of an urge to rush into the room and replace her hand with his.

"You look awfully good," she said. "It seems like you put some effort into looking good, in fact. Were you hoping to impress someone, Sean?"

He looked away.

"Ah, I see. And did you succeed? Did you get what you wanted?"

He shook his head. It felt pathetic to admit it, but it would be even more pathetic to lie and say that he'd managed to fuck someone. There was little chance Mia would have believed the lie, after all.

"I fucked Robert the first day I met him," Mia said. "We met at the country club. The one you can't afford a membership to. I was there for lunch with Sarah and a few other friends. Robert introduced himself after we'd finished lunch and asked if he could buy me a drink. I said yes. A few hours later I was riding his cock in his car. Not long after that I was cumming on his cock in his car. Then I took him in my mouth, made him cum, and swallowed every drop."

Sean was oddly mesmerized by his wife's story and horrified at his inability to walk away. He tried his best to ignore the stirring of arousal he felt.

"Speechless, sweetie? I don't blame you. I wasn't myself that day. I think that's what I liked about it, though. I'm not the kind of woman that fucks a man she just met and I'm definitely not the kind of woman that fucks that man in his car. Except, I clearly am that kind of woman. Or I became that kind of woman when I met Robert. I don't know what the truth is. I just know that I like the woman I am when I'm with him. I like how free I feel. I like how good it feels to fuck him. I like that he's so into me, Sean. I like that he could fuck me every day - multiple times a day, really - if I let him."

Mia grasped both of her breasts, closed her eyes, and moaned. Sean felt his body trying to pull him into the room and towards his wife, but he refused, grabbing the door frame to keep himself still.

"Come here, Sean," she said softly.

He broke. He stepped into the room. He approached the bed. Mia smiled and Sean's anger melted a little. It shouldn't have. She was just so beautiful.

Once he was close enough, she reached out and stroked him through his slacks. She got him hard. She took one of his hands and placed it on her breast. He touched her as he so desperately desired and she moaned for him.

"You tried to fuck someone, didn't you?" Mia asked as she unzipped his pants.

Sean nodded and watched his wife free his cock.

"And you found out that you're not nearly as desirable as you think are, didn't you?"

She stroked his cock as he grappled with the painful truth she'd made so clear. Sean nodded. It was pointless to try and deny it.

"It's a funny thing. Women rightfully complain about how unfair it can feel to have men overlook you simply because you've reached a certain age, but there's a version of that with men, too. Robert's more attractive than you because he's more successful, because that success has imbued him with limitless confidence. You're not unsuccessful, of course, but he puts you to shame, Sean."

Sean's dick was a great deal harder than it should have been.

"Had Robert ended up at whatever bar you were at tonight, he would have succeeded where you failed because his qualities can attract a woman in her thirties or forties and do so with ease. You can't do that, Sean. You have to work a great deal harder for it, and even then you're always going to lose to a man like Robert because he has so much of what you don't have."

Sean tried to step back, but Mia tightened her grip on his cock.

"That's why I wanted him that day at the country club," she continued. "That's why my body wanted him. That's why I said yes to his offer of a drink despite being a married woman. I could tell in an instant that Robert was a far more desirable man than you, Sean, and I wanted him. More importantly, I was deeply flattered by the fact that he wanted me. He could have so many women, and he wants me."

"Mia...please..."

"You want me to make you cum, Sean? You want another orgasm?"

He didn't say or do anything.

"I'm afraid you're not yet lucky enough."

Mia released his cock and Sean was stunned at how badly he wanted to feel her fingers wrapped around his shaft once more.

"I'm afraid you'll have to eat my pussy if you want to be worthy of a handjob."

She leaned back and spread her legs fully. Sean looked down at her pussy with the full knowledge that Robert had cum inside her a few hours ago.

"I can't," he said.

"You certainly can. You're a cuck, Sean. You stood there and watched as another man fucked your wife. You're likely a physical match for Robert, so you could have pushed him away. You could have punched him. You could have done any number of things. You didn't do a fucking thing, though. You stood and watched. You let him cum inside me. You let him cum in your wife's pussy, Sean."

To his horror, Sean's cock had somehow gotten harder. The head was bigger. More blood had rushed to his loins to aid in his quest for an orgasm, which he very much desired in that moment.

"Get on your knees, Sean," Mia said. "Eat my pussy. Accept that you're a cuck. Show me that you know what you are. Show me that you like that I've been fucking a better man for months. Show me that you want me to keep fucking Robert. Put your tongue in my pussy and show me that you understand exactly what it means to be my cuck and I'll give you a handjob. Maybe I'll even let you cum on my tits."

Sean stared at her breasts. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cum on her breasts. "Does he cum on your tits?"

She smiled. "He cums wherever he wants to cum, cuck. I give him that pleasure. I do it because it makes me feel so good to make a man like Robert happy. He came on my tits a week ago, actually. It had been a few days since he'd unloaded and he made a mess of them. I thoroughly enjoyed it and he enjoyed the way I fed myself his cum afterwards by scooping it up with my fingers and sucking them clean. I sucked his cock clean, too. He told me it was such a turn on watching me eat his load. Then he fucked me again a half hour later."

Mia took his cock in her hand once more. She stroked him slowly and Sean felt his legs tremble. He was so turned on. He hated it. He hated that Mia had somehow lured him into this state of arousal once more. He hated that he'd struck out in his quest to cheat on her. He hated that he felt so pathetic. He hated that he was seriously considering getting on his knees and licking her pussy.

"Eat my cunt, Sean," she said. "Get on your knees and put your tongue inside me. Accept your fate. Accept that you're a fucking cuck and I'll give you a handjob."

"What if I don't?"

She teased the head of his cock with her thumb and smiled. "Honestly, it doesn't make much of a difference to me. I'm going to keep fucking Robert either way. In fact, now that you know, I won't have to sneak around anymore so I'll be fucking him even more often. I'll be sucking his dick more often. I'll be making him cum more often. I'll spend more nights at his house. I think it might be nice if you could get some pleasure from this, but if you can't accept what you are, if you remain intent on fighting this, well there's nothing I can do about that."

"I'm not...I'm not a cuck."

She slapped his dick and Sean doubled over in pain.

"You are a fucking cuck," she said. "You had a chance to prove you weren't, Sean. You had a chance to take me back from Robert. You could have punched him. You could have shoved him out of the way. You could picked me up, carried me out of his house, and had your way with me in my car or your car. Hell, you could have fucked me right in the grass in front of his house if you were so inclined. You didn't do any of that, though. You stood there and watched as another man fucked your wife and came inside her. You stood there while I jerked you off using his cum as lube. You're a fucking cuck even if you're not willing to admit it."

She was right. It was crushing, but she was right.

"A cuck doesn't have to be miserable, though," she said in a far softer tone. "A cuck can enjoy the fact that his wife fucks another man. A cuck can enjoy licking his wife's pussy after she's been with someone else. A cuck can enjoy a handjob from his wife as he thinks about her having sex with another man. You can be that kind of cuck, Sean, or you can be the kind that gets no pleasure out of his wife's continued enjoyment of another man's superior cock."

"I don't want to be a cuck," he said meekly.

"You don't get to choose, Sean. You are a cuck. You proved it earlier today and I see no reason that you shouldn't prove it again. Now get on your knees, put your tongue in my pussy, and taste me. Eat me out, quite literally. Then I'll jerk you off onto my tits."

Despite some part of his brain shouting at him not to, Sean fell to his knees. He had just a moment to stare at Mia's pussy before she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his mouth closer.

"Eat my pussy," she instructed. "Put your tongue deep inside me."

Sean's lips were pressed against his wife's pussy. He could have refused. He could have pulled away. He could have remained there without doing anything. She was right, though. He was a cuck. He'd walked in one someone else fucking her and had done nothing. He'd welcomed a handjob using another man's cum as lube. He was a cuck. That's all there was to it.

"That's it, cuck," Mia said as he plunged his tongue inside her.

The taste was evident immediately. It was Robert's cum. There wasn't much of it, but some of it was still in there and now Sean was tasting it. It was on his tongue. He was eating at least a little of another man's cum out of his wife. It couldn't have been more humiliating and Sean felt it with every fiber of his being.

Mia must have been aroused, though, as she began to move his head a little and seemed to generate friction against her clit in the process. It wasn't long before she had an orgasm while Sean did little more than remain on his knees like an object with his tongue buried inside her and bathed in another man's load.

After climaxing, Mia released her grip on Sean's head, leaned back, and smiled like a woman who'd just found her happy place. She remained in that position for a short spell and then leaned forward, kissed him, and slid out of the bed and onto her knees.

"Stand up."

Sean stood and Mia removed her white satin robe and grasped his cock.

"You know, when I get on my knees for Robert, his cock ends up in my mouth. His balls, too, with some frequency. He does love to have his balls sucked on."

Sean moaned. He hated that he moaned, but he couldn't help it. It just came out.

"See, Sean, you're a cuck. I know you don't want to be a cuck, but you are. Even if you left me and found another woman, she'd cuck you eventually. It's inevitable. You're the kind of man that gets cucked. I'm honestly surprised it took me this long to realize that men like Robert are available to me. Now I know it, though, and I'm not willing to settle for having sex with you."

The handjob felt so good. It was painful, in a way, but the physical sensations were blissful.

"Now cum on my tits, cuck. Cum on my tits and then get on your knees and lick your fucking load off of them."

Sean came on his wife's tits. He couldn't help himself. He came so hard. He grunted and groaned and his loins felt like they were immersed in the most intense pleasure he'd ever experienced.

Once he was finished, Mia grabbed his balls and pulled down, forcing Sean to his knees. She took his head in her hands, leaned back, and directed his mouth to her breasts.

"Lick it up, cuck," she said.

Much of the cum ended up on his face, but some of it ended up in his mouth. It was a deeply humiliating experience, though Sean suspected that the humiliation was the point of it.

Mia laughed as she released his head from her grasp and he leaned back. "What a mess. It's like I gave you a facial. How funny."

It wasn't funny to Sean.

"Let's go clean up, cuck."

They walked to the bathroom and cleaned up together. It was the strangest bonding experience they'd ever had as a couple.

The rest of the night passed without either of them saying a word about what had unfolded that day. Sean had an endless list of questions running through his head, but he wasn't ready to ask any of them yet. That time would come, though, and he was fairly certain there would be a reckoning in their marriage. How could there not be?