Juno's Cuckoo Act 01: Ch. 01

DISCLAIMER

This story is posted on the Literotica website, and the author does not permit for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. The story and all characters are fictional. Any resemblance to businesses or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. The author does not condone the illegal, unethical and immoral acts of the characters in this fiction.

INTRODUCTION

This will be a lengthy, multi-Act, series. The series will be marked as a novel, but each Act(upload) will slot into different categories where appropriate.

Due to its length, the story will have chapters of incredibly detailed sex and chapters with no sex at all. This is a Very slow burn, build-up story in service to the suspense, sex and character development. The greater the height, the greater the fall.

Be aware, this is a fictional story; facts will be stretched, and realities will be fantasised. It may appear light at first, but it will become very dark and extreme as it progresses. There is no karma here. Victims are not guaranteed justice; victimisers are not guaranteed punishment.

Act 1 features dark cuckoldry, incest, sadism, masochism and BDSM themes.

(Apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors; I lack an editor at this time.)

This is my first story, so please bear with me and my amateur writing. I'm also wordy, and like descriptions. This is my style and may seem repetitive, but I like it. If you do not have the patience for it, I understand.

Read at your own risk and bow out at your own discretion.

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Prologue: Dissembling Nature

I tried my best to keep my voice down as my hand jerked on my shaft. In the dark, the light offs, the TV screen flickered across my glasses. The title: 'Wife gets caught sleeping with her Ex', was displayed above the video as a man pumped vigorously into a brunette, her back arched as she moaned.

I listened raptly as her cries reached my right ear from my wireless EarPods, the other listening out for any movement from the kids this late at night. Aura suspected what I watched sometimes at night if not the details, and for all her prudish derision, she tolerated it if it meant that she could escape my desires and clock in a goodnight's rest.

Something about that thought made me harder, my mouth dry and the motion of my hands more reckless.

The man on screen roughly spun the woman around to hands and knees, pulled her back by the hair as his herculean muscles flexed in the 720p compressed lighting. She should be in pain, but it seemed the unmistakable sounds of pleasure became more desperate.

"The kids! God, the kids!" She begged.

"Shut up, you bitch! They're my kids! You think that that fucking Silicon Valley nerd could knock this pussy up? You knew what was going to happen when you called me back here. You knew what you were doing when you married that loser. And you know what that little piece of cheap silver on your finger means now. Don't you bitch? -WHACK- Don't you?"

"Oh God..." she groaned within breathless gasps as he ploughed the air out of her.

What a terrible woman this was. What a terrible wife. And what of her husband? What did it say about him that his wife was willing to step out, willing to risk getting caught by her kids, just to experience the cock of a man she had divorced?

I tried to not think about the implications that reflected on my own life.

But my dick and hand were more than willing to act out my unconscious impulses as I built towards my climax.

My teeth chattered and my left leg shook; I was coming fast. The guys on that site, Reddit -or some such- had revealed what was going to happen even if that was not made clear by the title, which simply rocketed up my aroused anticipation.

The ex-husband pushed her face down to the mattress, angled his right foot, and then rested it on the side of her head. "Kiss it, you bitch. Or do you only kiss that wimp of a husband now? Prove who really owns this cunt."

"I can't!" tears leaked from her eyes as the wet smacking sound of an unfaithful pussy seemed to get louder. The Ex struck her ass over and over, and she brought her left hand up to her face, biting the index finger right next to her flashing wedding bands. "Darren, I can't!"

"Don't you fucking lie to me! I asked you if you loved him -WHACK WHACK- You told me you did. I told you to prove it -WH-WHACK WHACK WHACK- You said you would. I said you would let me in. -WHACKWHACKWHACK- You said you wouldn't... You know what you are. He knows what he married. Stop hiding and prove it to me! WHACK"

She bit so hard I thought she would bleed but then she turned her cheek, kissed his big toe, before taking the entire thing into her mouth, letting go of all pretences.

On screen the bedroom door slammed open. I slim man stood.

I stood up, ridiculous in nothing but a shirt as I jerked off in paradoxical solidarity for the husband as much as a warped approval for the wife's honesty.

The intense betrayal on the husband's face as his wife and her Ex fucked each other without even acknowledging him brought tears to my eyes as much as my dick oozed in a joy I couldn't quantify.

"Alicent?" The husband cried, collapsing to his knees.

"Bill?" she cried out, but she did not move. She just shook as her X=Ex-husband dominated her body into submission.

"See this, Wimp? See this? With all your money, and your cars and your suits, and all those feelings of being the safe, reliable guy women horseshit you into thinking she wants? -SMACK- bullshit, cuck! This is what she is; A dumb whore who's my slut, and no matter what you do, what she says, she'll always come crawling back to this dick." The Ex suddenly thrust deep, groaning, and the wife wailed as he pumped into her. It became garbled as she devolved into eye-rolling spasms. He lay on top of her raised ass, hugging her as she twitched and jerked, the pair of them sinking to the bed, their bodies completing the natural breeding of their mating.

"See?" The Ex said, looking into the cuckold's eyes. "See how her body fucking knows, wimp? Don't look so sad, Bill. You're already raising two of my kids, what's another?"

I shot my load so hard, and so far, that my knees gave out and I blacked out...

I woke up two minutes later in a daze. I looked up to the blank screen with a waiting replay icon.

I curled up. And then began to weep within my sticky mess.

Why had I come to enjoy this?

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