The Worst Cuckolding Ever

The anger in her face was palpable but he couldn't see it. He was on top of her, his face buried into her shoulder, pumping up and down, in and out. Slowly, methodically, moving his cock in and out while she lay there motionless. She was, yet again, doing her duty, taking what he gave her, initially just bored, but as the pumping continued, she became angry, then furious. She'd had enough.

"Get off of me!" she yelled, pushing her hands against his chest. "Get the fuck off me! Get off! Christ!"

She pushed him hard enough that he fell backwards onto the bed, leaving his wet cock poking upwards toward the ceiling. He sat up and looked at her with those puppy-dog eyes. What had he done wrong?

Jenna got out of the bed and straightened the nightgown that had been pulled up just far enough to let him into her. She glared at him with the force of a thousand aggrieved women who just couldn't take it anymore. Then she unloaded on him.

"You know what you are? You're pathetic. You think you're a good man because you do the dishes and wash my car and cook my favorite meals. You buy me flowers and gifts, and you tell me 'Yes, Dear,' and 'If you think so, Dear,' and 'Whatever you want, Dear.' You think that makes you a good man? Well, think again.

"You know what a good man is? A good man is somebody who strips his wife whether she likes it or not, throws her onto the mattress, and stuffs his big cock into her like he means it. You think he'd allow his wife to keep her nightgown and bra on while he fucks her? Hell, no. He's a big, strong man with a big strong cock and he puts himself on top of her and fucks her into the mattress until her head spins around and she thinks she'll never be able to walk again. That's what a good man is!

"There's a word for simpering losers like you. They're called 'simps.' But, you know what? I have a better word for you. You're a mistake, that's what you are. The biggest mistake of my life. And you know what? That's what I'm going to call you from now on. Mistake. That's your name. That's what I'm going to call you."

She was quiet now, still huffing and puffing and fuming anger out of her eyes and nose and ears, but she had no more words. She looked at Mistake, and saw a weak man, unable to even speak to defend himself. He was looking back at her, and she wondered if he would cry. Christ, what a loser.

"So here's what's going to happen," Jenna told him. You're going to get out of that bed and get yourself into the shower. Maybe that will wash some of the pathetic off of you. Then you're going to get dressed, and we're going out."

Finally Mistake could speak. "Where are we going?" he asked.

"Wherever I fucking want. That's where we're going. Just do it and shut the fuck up. I'll let you know when it's your turn to talk, if it ever is."

He got out of the bed and went to the bathroom, and, as instructed, took a shower. He came out of the bathroom, still naked, to see his wife going through the closet and drawers, picking out clothes for both herself and for him. She threw his onto the bed. "Put those on," she instructed. "And cover up that ridiculous excuse for a cock. I don't want to have to look at it."

While Mistake dressed, he saw, out of the corner of his eye, what his wife was putting on. He didn't dare look openly at her, but he could catch a glimpse if he was careful. She had discarded the nightgown and bra, and had put on the tiniest panties he'd ever seen. Maybe a G-string. He didn't know she even owned such things.

Then she pulled over her head a flaming red dress, barely long enough to cover the G-string and so lowcut that her big areolas were, just slightly, poking out the top. Her back was bare, all the way to the top of her butt crack. When did she buy a dress like that, he wondered? She put on dangly earrings and a pearl necklace, both of which he'd bought her as gifts over the years. Then, she slipped into a pair of high-heeled open-toed fuck-me sandals, and was as dressed as she intended to be.

Mistake gawked at her. Never had he seen her like this. He saw that her toes had been freshly painted to match the dress. Had she planned this?

"Did I tell you to look at me?" she growled. "Get your wallet and keys. I hope that wallet is full because you're going to need a fuck-load of money."

He looked away from her. He didn't want to piss her off any more than he had. He put the wallet and car keys into his pockets and waited for instruction. What was he supposed to do now?

She pointed to the door. "Go!" she told him. She waved her hand, as if to shoo him out of the room. "Go!"

When they got to the driveway, Mistake didn't know which car they were taking, and whether he was supposed to drive or if she was going to. She pointed to her car, the nice one, and pointed to the driver's seat. "Get in," she said. "I'll tell you where to go."

He sat down in the driver's seat and she got into the back seat. He was going to chauffer her.

They drove for about twenty minutes, as she barked instructions from the back seat, berating him if he was in the wrong lane or was going too fast or too slow or stopped too quickly at a traffic light or failed to go through a yellow light. Eventually, she told him to turn into a driveway.

They were at a strip club, with big neon signs advertising "Girls! Girls!" and "Fully Nude Girls!"

Mistake wondered what in the world they were doing here, but he dared not ask. He held his tongue, intent on avoiding any unnecessary fury from her.

They walked to the door and went inside. The doorman eyed her up and down, up and down. She stood there, waiting, while he looked at her boobs that were so close to falling out of her dress and at her legs that went on forever until they finally ended at her jungle-red toes. Finally, he complimented her outfit and told them what the cover charge was. Ten dollars for him, free for her. "Pay!" she barked at her husband. He paid, and the doorman escorted them to a table.

Soon, a pretty young waitress arrived, wearing a tiny skirt and a tiny top. Unlike the girls on the stage, her boobs were covered, but it was obvious they were plentiful. "What can I get you?" she asked.

Jenna answered for them both. "Champagne for me and a Diet Coke for him," she instructed. "This thing needs to be on a diet," she said, pointing to Mistake. "He could stand to lose some weight."

Mistake hadn't known that he was on a diet and didn't think he needed to lose weight, but what right did he have to think? He sat there quietly, looking at the topless girl on the stage who was climbing a pole. She climbed down the pole, wiggled her butt for a minute, and slowly lowered her panties to her stiletto shoes, then off. A man close to the stage put some money into her garter belt. She danced over to a neighboring table where a pair of men, a little tipsy, also gave her tips.

Jenna noticed that her husband was looking at the stage. That was unacceptable. "Move your chair," she commanded, showing him where the chair should be, facing away from the stage. He did as he was told.

The waitress brought the drinks. Jenna pointed to the tray the girl was carrying. "Pay," she barked. The waitress told her the amount, and Mistake pulled out his wallet and paid. He began to put the wallet back in his pocket, but his wife stopped him. She took the wallet from him and opened it, looking to see how much money was in it. She nodded her approval. "I'll keep this," she said.

She took a bill out and walked to the stage, and gave the naked dancer a tip, putting the bill in the girl's garter belt. Then she returned to the table and tasted her champagne. She pointed to Mistake's soft drink. "Drink," she told him.

As he drank, he could see the waitress talking with the other girls, telling them about what was going on at their table. The girls were sneaking glances at the two of them. He looked away.

The dancer on the stage finished her three songs, picked up her clothes, and left the stage. The DJ introduced the next dancer who took the stage, wearing a barely-dressed nurse costume.

A couple of minutes later, one of the dancers came over, to make conversation and, hopefully, sell them a lap dance. Jenna waved her away. Then Jenna spotted the dancer she wanted, and waved her over. Before the dancer could sit down, Jenna stopped her. "Will you do me a favor?" she asked. As she spoke, she laid money on the table. That caught the dancer's attention.

"You see that guy over there?" Jenna said, pointing to a man sitting by himself, drinking a beer and watching the stage.

"Yeh. What about him?"

"Take him to the private room and give him a dance." The dancer looked at the money on the table. It was twice the normal price of a dance. "Give him a boner, then report back to me on how good it felt through his pants. You know, size, hardness, that kind of thing. If it's good, send him over here when you're done."

Mistake didn't speak and was looking down at his Diet Coke. The dancer looked at Jenna, then at Mistake, trying to figure out the power dynamics at the table. She decided it was none of her business.

"Will you do that for me?" Jenna asked.

"I guess," the dancer said, picking up the money. She headed toward the man and explained that the couple at the other table had given him a free dance. He looked toward the couple, puzzled, and mouthed "thank you," then followed the dancer into the private room.

Jenna and Mistake sat quietly at their table. Jenna gave the new stage dancer a tip, and came back to the table. They waited.

Eventually the man and the paid dancer came out of the private room and the dancer introduced him. "This is Robert," she told them. "He really enjoyed the dance." She looked at Jenna to make sure she understood. "I'll leave you folks alone," she said.

"Have a seat, Robert," Jenna said. He went to his table, picked up his beer, and returned. He sat down.

"Thanks for the dance," Robert said to Mistake. "What made you decide to do that?"

Mistake didn't speak. Jenna answered for him. "You looked lonely," she said. "I thought you'd appreciate it."

Robert nodded his appreciation.

"Also," Jenna added, "I need a favor."

"A favor?" Robert asked.

"May I be blunt?" Jenna said. He shrugged, so she continued. "My husband, here," she said, pointing to Mistake, "has no idea how to treat a woman. And a woman has needs, you know."

Robert looked at her, wondering where this was going. He said nothing.

"And what a woman needs," Jenna continued, "is a proper fucking."

Robert's eyebrows shot up. "And the favor is...?"

"The favor," she said, "is that I want you to come to our apartment and fuck me like a woman should be fucked. Show him what he should be doing. Can you do that?"

Robert didn't respond for a long minute. Then he asked, "With him watching?"

"Yeh," Jenna said. "That's the point. To show him what a real man does."

Robert looked at Mistake. Mistake was still looking down at his Diet Coke. "You ok with this?" he asked.

Mistake looked up. "I want her to be happy," he said. "If this would make her happy, then ok."

Robert wasn't convinced that this was a good idea. He considered his options. "Bareback or covered?" he asked.

"Bareback," Jenna said. "He needs to see a real man's sperm leaking out of me."

"You're on birth control?" he asked. It occurred to him that this might be some sort of scam to get child support payments from him.

"I'll show you the pill dispenser," Jenna said.

"And I'll only be fucking you, not him?" Robert asked Jenna.

Mistake was silent. "Just me," Jenna answered. "You in or out?"

Robert considered. On the one hand, she was a very attractive woman in an incredibly sexy outfit. And the lap dance had given him a boner that needed attention. He tried to think of ways in which this could be a scam, and decided it was unlikely.

"Alright," he said. "Are we doing this now or some other time?"

"Follow us home," Jenna answered. "I need a fucking right now. I hope you know what you're doing."

"I know what I'm doing," he said. "You'll be happy."

The three of them left the strip club and headed to Jenna's and Mistake's home.

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When they arrived, Jenna and Mistake went to the bedroom while Robert went to the bathroom. Jenna brought a chair in from the kitchen and put it in the corner. When Robert joined them, Jenna gave instructions to Mistake. "Sit there. Pay attention."

He did as told.

She kicked off her sandals and went to Robert. They looked at each other, assessing each other, making sure they really wanted to do this. She was sure, but he less so.

"Robert," she said. "Fuck me."

His little head made the decision for him. They brought their faces together and began to kiss. At first, they were kissing slowly, just making out, but that wasn't good enough for her. She began to kiss him passionately, then aggressively, and he responded.

He pulled her red nearly-nonexistent dress over her head in a quick motion, then took a long look at her boobs, big and full. He massaged them roughly with his hands, feeling them from all angles. He nodded his approval. "Very nice," he told her.

He quickly undressed, kicking off his shoes, then pulling his shirt off, then his pants and boxers and he was now as naked as she was. She reached out to hold his cock, decided she liked it, then stroked and fondled it as she examined it.

When she had brought his cock to full attention, she called to Mistake. "Get over here," she told him. He did, and both she and Robert saw the bulge in his pants. "You see this?" she asked. "What is it?"

"It's a cock," he said.

"Whose cock?" she asked.

"Robert's."

"And how is this cock different from yours?" she asked.

"Bigger."

"And?"

"Harder," Mistake answered.

"And why is his cock bigger and harder than yours?" she asked.

Mistake knew the answer she wanted. "Because he's a real man."

"That's right," Jenna said. "This is what a real cock looks like. And you see his body, big, with strong muscles?" She used her hand to demonstrate the muscles in his arms and chest and legs. "This is what a real man looks like."

Mistake nodded.

"And he's going to fuck me now, like a real man fucks a woman. And you know what you're going to do? You're going to watch carefully. Bring your chair closer."

Mistake brought the chair closer.

"Put it there," she told him. "Now you can see exactly how it's done. Watch and learn."

She motioned for him to sit.

With that, Robert came up behind her and picked her up in both arms. He took her to the bed and dropped her onto the mattress, facing down, then lifted up her butt, so she was ready for him to take her doggy-style. He ripped off the G-string and threw it onto Mistake's lap. Then he put his fingers into her pussy, testing for wetness, and decided she was ready. He spit onto his fingers then used the spit to lubricate his cockhead.

Then he got on his knees behind her and, in a quick hard motion, shoved his cock all the way into her. She gasped, then looked over at Mistake so she could see the awkward expression on his face. She was satisfied with both the cock inside her and the look on her husband's face.

Then Robert put his hands on her butt and started fucking her. Each stroke was firm, all the way into her, then almost all the way out, then back inside. He was stroking slowly, and he felt her flinch with each thrust.

He was gripping her butt cheeks more firmly now, while he fucked her, and it wasn't long until she wasn't flinching anymore, and she was gasping with each stroke.

He gave her a strong hard slap across the butt and she moaned. He heard the moan and knew that she liked the slap, so he gave her another and another while he fucked her. Her butt was red now, and he was stroking into her.

She'd had her face buried in the pillow, but now she lifted it and looked at Mistake. He was looking away, not at them. That was wrong, so she corrected him. "Look at us!" she commanded. "Look and see what a real fucking is like!"

He moved his head to face them and she could see tears welling up in his eyes. That's what she wanted. She put her face back into the pillow, the better to accept the big hard cock that was going into and out of her.

She was no longer gasping with each stroke. Now she was calling out, her voice muffled by the pillow she was calling into. "Christ!" "God, that's good!" "So fucking hard!"

After a while, Robert had had enough of this position, so he pulled out of her and pushed her onto her side, then onto her back. She opened her legs and he examined her pussy with his fingers. She was so fucking wet, all the way down onto her thighs. He put two fingers into her hole and liked what he was feeling, then touched her pussy lips and clit, and spent a minute or two caressing them, trying different touches, watching her face to see what was best.

She was quivering now, but she didn't want to cum that way. She wanted him back inside. "Stuff your cock into me!" she told him. "I need your cock!"

He stopped playing with her pussy and clit. He forced her legs all the way open and stuffed his cock back inside, and began to fuck her. He put his hands on her breasts and caressed them and held them and fondle the nipples as he fucked.

Soon, he began to fuck faster, in and out. Then he decided that she needed his weight on her, so he laid down on top of her. His cock fell out as he moved to the new position and she hurried to put it back in. Then she put her arms on his back and wrapped her legs around his butt. He moved a little higher, toward her head, to where he knew his shaft would rub her clit just the right way.

Then he fucked her, hard and fast, hard and fast, and she was screaming and calling out and digging her fingers into his back. She was sweating and calling and moving her hips up to meet each thrust of his cock.

And then, she came. She came hard, she came screaming, she came quivering, she came with her legs tightening around his back, pulling him into herself as deeply as he could be.

Then she rested. He rolled off of her and they both looked at Mistake. His eyes were shut. He couldn't look. She was too tired to reprimand him, so they all were quiet.

Robert wasn't finished with her yet, though. After giving her a few minutes to recover, he climbed back between her legs to finish what he had started. Now that she had cum, he had mercy on her. Instead of fucking her hard and fast, he pumped slowly and deliberately, now focusing on his own pleasure. When his body was ready, he came, inside her, and he felt his load shoot out into her, in what they both knew was a big hard load. He looked over at Mistake, and so did she, and both knew that he had suffered the worst of all insults, watching another man empty a load into his own wife.

When Robert was done, she moved her body so that her pussy faced Mistake. She held her pussy lips wide open so he could see, and squeezed her muscles to push Robert's sperm toward the opening.

"You see that?" she asked. "You know what that is?

"Sperm," he answered, meekly.

Jenna approved of the answer. "It's a real man's sperm, in your wife's pussy. Lots of it. You see that?"

Mistake nodded.

Then she took hold of Robert's softening cock. "And you see that?" she asked. "That's a real man's cock. It's dirty. You know what's on it?"

"Sperm," Mistake answered.

"And what else?" she asked.

"Pussy juice."

"That's right," she said. "Your wife's pussy juice is on another man's cock. What are you going to do about it?"

Mistake didn't know the answer.

"You're going to lick it clean," she told him.

Robert flinched. He wasn't sure he liked that, but Jenna was not a force to be trifled with, and he was, if the truth be known, worn out from all the fucking. Too worn out to argue. He could put up with it.

"You're going to lick his sperm off his cock. And when you're done with that, you're going to lick his sperm out of my pussy. That's what you're going to do. Get busy. I want both of us spotlessly clean."

Mistake climbed onto the bed and moved over to Robert's cock. He wasn't sure how to do what he was supposed to do, but he had to try. He hesitated.

"Just put it in your mouth," she said. "Use your tongue."

Mistake picked up the cock, gingerly, with two fingers. He looked over at Jenna to be sure he really had to do it, but she was not going to yield. He had no choice. So he put Robert's cock into his mouth, and used his tongue to lick. He tasted the dribbles of sperm and the leftovers from his wife's pussy juices. He swallowed, then licked some more and swallowed some more. Then he moved his head away.

Jenna came over to inspect. "There's more," she said, pointing to sperm down at the base of the cock, on the balls, and in the pubic hair. "Do it right," she commanded.

Mistake cleaned up the areas she had identified, then looked up at her.

She was satisfied now. "Ok, now do me. Robert, keep a watch on him to make sure he does it right. I want a clean pussy."

So Mistake knelt between her legs and examined her wet pussy. He took a deep breath and decided he had no choice, so he moved his mouth into place and began to lick and clean. He licked the pussy lips, with all their wet juices. Then, when he couldn't avoid it anymore, he licked the sperm that was leaking from her opening.

Robert was supervising. When Mistake tried to quit before she was completely clean, Robert pushed his head back into place. Mistake wasn't allowed to stop until all the sperm was gone. Jenna was doing everything she could to push out as much as she could, and Mistake had to keep licking and swallowing until she couldn't push any more.

When he was done, Jenna spoke to Robert. "You can go," she told him. "You did good."

He responded, "Call me next time you need a proper fucking." He glared at Mistake. His meaning was clear. She wasn't going to get what she needed from that miserable excuse for a man.

Robert dressed, while Jenna and Mistake watched. He picked up his keys and his wallet and went out of the room. They heard the apartment door open, then close.

Then Robert came back to the bedroom, with a giant grin on his face. "That was spectacular!" he said.

All three of them dissolved into laughter, with hugs all around.

"I haven't had so much fun in ages!" Jenna said.

Mistake needled her. "Maybe a little too much fun," he said. "You were really into that. I think we can officially call you a sadist."

"You were fantastic!" she told him. "All that shit I was pouring on you, and you didn't break character for a moment. You even had tears in your eyes. You almost had me feeling sorry for you at one point."

Mistake appreciated the compliment. Then he told her, "I do not need to lose weight! What was that about?"

"I wanted to say something incredibly insulting in front of the waitress. Did you see her gossiping with the other girls? They were loving it."

"I had no idea where we were going when we got into the car," Mistake said. "The strip club was perfect. Did you two plan the lap dance thing?"

Jenna answered, "No, that was improv. I saw that dancer and thought, shit, she's got the exact body that Robert loves. I figured I'd give him a thrill."

"I didn't know what was going on," Robert said, "but I wasn't going to pass up a lap dance with a girl with that body, especially in the private room. I hadn't realized how much you could get away with in the private room. I had my face in her boobs and she was rubbing my cock through my pants and everything."

"I told her to do that," Jenna said. "I told her to report back on how hard you got. She was impressed."

Robert laughed. "She should have been. It was a monster." Both he and Mistake had been undressing, and soon all three were naked. Robert and Mistake got into the bed, on either side of Jenna, and they all three hugged together.

"You had a great cum," Robert told Jenna.

"That's what happens when I get a fantastic fuck like that. You were an animal. We should do that more often," she said. "You two can tag-team me next time."

They were quiet for a bit, each remembering the best parts of the evening's games.

"So," Robert said, "what are we going to do next month?"

Jenna spoke to Mistake. "We could go to a nude beach and I could fuck a stranger while people watch. You can be the stranger. It's your turn to be the stud. I love being naked with other people around."

"That would be fun," Mistake responded. "You were pretty close to naked tonight, though, weren't you? That was a hell of an outfit you were kind of wearing. I thought the bouncer at the door was going to cum in his pants."

Robert added to Mistake's idea, "Or maybe I could pimp Jenna out, and you could be the john. I've always wanted to dress in a pimp outfit. You know, fur coat and shades."

"God, I love you two," Jenna said. She kissed them both, long loving kisses, first to Mistake and then to Robert. Then Robert and Mistake kissed too, just as lovingly. "I'm so lucky having two such sexy husbands," she said.

Then she turned to Mistake and took hold of his cock as it hardened. "I think we owe you something," she said. Mistake knew what she meant, so he rolled over onto his back and she went down on him. It didn't take long, and when he finished, she tried to swallow, but it was too much and some dripped down her chin. Robert brought a tissue to her face and cleaned off most of the drops, then gave her a warm kiss, and took the last few remaining drops of Mistake's sperm into his mouth.