I watched from the hallway as Mark bent my wife over our kitchen table. Lisas skirt was already hiked to her waist, her panties dangling from one ankle. Marks thick cock slammed into her from behind, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Lisa moaned loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Fuck me harder, baby. Show him how a real man fucks his wife.
I stood frozen, dick straining against my jeans. This was the third time this week Mark had come over after work. He never knocked anymore. He just walked in like he owned the place, grabbed Lisa, and took what used to be mine.
Marks hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Tell him whose pussy this is now, he growled, pounding her deep.
Lisa turned her head and looked straight at me. Her eyes were glassy with lust. Its yours, Mark. My cunt belongs to you. My husband can watch but he doesnt get to touch.
Mark laughed and slapped her ass. The red handprint bloomed instantly. He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the table. Her legs spread wide. He drove back inside her in one thrust. Lisas tits bounced with every stroke. She reached down and rubbed her clit while he fucked her.
I couldnt look away. My own cock leaked in my pants. I had stopped jerking off weeks ago because Lisa said I wasnt allowed. Mark decided when I got release, and lately that was never.
Marks pace turned brutal. Lisa screamed his name as she came, her whole body shaking. He kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits. She rubbed his cum into her skin like lotion, smiling at me the whole time.
After Mark left, Lisa didnt bother cleaning up. She walked past me to the bedroom, cum still glistening on her body. You can sleep on the couch again, she said. Marks coming back tomorrow night and he wants you to watch up close.
The next evening Mark showed up with a six-pack and a grin. He didnt even acknowledge me at first. He just pulled Lisa into a long kiss, his hands squeezing her ass. When he finally looked at me he nodded toward the armchair in the corner. Sit there. Pants off. Hands behind your back.
I obeyed. My cock stood straight up, already dripping. Mark stripped Lisa slowly, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered. He bent her over the arm of the couch so her face was only a few feet from mine. Then he fed his cock into her mouth. Lisa sucked him greedily, eyes locked on mine.
Mark pulled out and moved behind her. He slid into her pussy in one smooth thrust. Look at your husband while I fuck you, he ordered.
Lisa stared at me, mouth open, moaning with every stroke. Hes so much bigger than you, she panted. I can feel him in my stomach. You never reached this deep.
Mark reached around and rubbed her clit.
Lisa came hard, her eyes rolling back. Mark didnt stop. He kept fucking her through two more orgasms before he filled her up. When he pulled out, thick white cum leaked down her thighs.
He looked at me. Clean her up.
I hesitated only a second before dropping to my knees. Lisa spread her legs wider. I pressed my tongue to her swollen pussy and tasted Marks cum mixed with her juices. Lisa grabbed my hair and held me in place while I licked her clean.
From that night on the rules tightened. Mark moved a few things into our house. His toothbrush sat next to Lisas. His clothes took over half the closet. I slept on the couch every night while they fucked in our bed. Sometimes Lisa made me stand at the foot of the bed and hold her hand while Mark took her. Other times she made me kneel beside the bed and lick his cock clean after he came inside her.
One weekend Mark decided he wanted the whole family dynamic on display. He invited Lisas sister over for dinner. After dessert he fucked Lisa on the dining room table while her sister watched from the doorway, touching herself. Later that night both women took turns riding Mark on the living room floor while I watched from the corner, denied and aching.
Months passed like that. Lisa stopped wearing her wedding ring. She started introducing Mark as her partner. Our friends stopped coming around. The house felt like Marks now. I paid the bills, cooked the meals, and cleaned up after their sex. In return I got to watch, sometimes taste, and occasionally get a ruined orgasm if Mark felt generous.
The final shift happened on a rainy Tuesday. Mark came home from work, pulled Lisa into the bedroom, and didnt come out for hours. When they finally emerged, Lisa was wearing a thin silk robe that barely covered her. Mark had his arm around her waist.
Were getting married next month, Lisa said casually. You can keep the house if you want, but youll move into the guest room. Marks taking the master.
I nodded. There was nothing left to fight for. My cock twitched in my pants at the news.
Mark smiled. Good boy. Now get on your knees and thank me for taking such good care of your family.
I sank to the floor. Lisa watched with a satisfied smile while I opened Marks belt and took his cock into my mouth. He was already half-hard. I sucked him until he was fully stiff, then he pulled out and painted my face with another load.
Lisa leaned down and kissed my cum-covered cheek. Welcome to your new life, cuckold.
Mark laughed and pulled her close. I stayed on my knees, face dripping, cock throbbing untouched, while the two of them planned their wedding like I wasnt even there. The house that used to be mine now belonged to the man who had stolen everything, and I had never been harder in my life.
