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Click here"Why didn't you say anything, we could have helped you out." I would have paid far more than twenty dollars to get rid of him at that moment.
"Nah, bro, there's no way I would have let that cunt rip you off like that. Friends don't let that shit happen." Friend? What the hell was he talking about? Did he consider me a friend? "So, you gonna make room for me, or not?"
"Absolutely no—"
"Sure," interrupted my wife. She put her hand on my arm, and said quietly to me, "Come on, darling. It's just until his friend picks him up. Would you be more comfortable if he kept lurking around until his friend arrives?"
"No," I admitted, although I really didn't like the idea, "I suppose not."
"Great," said Brad. "Scoot over, bro."
I hadn't even considered what Brad would be wearing, when he was already pulling off his shirt and undoing his pants. Sam moved from her spot on the opposite side, and sat down right next to me. Sitting upright on the bench meant we wouldn't be able to be submerged in the water anymore, and the air felt especially cold on my shoulders. With his shirt off, I could see Brad's ripped upper body, muscles visibly bulging on his arms. I wasn't complete out of shape, but I wasn't anywhere near having a taut six pack like his.
Brad tossed off his shoes and socks, and then hooked this thumbs under the waistline of his pants, and promptly pulled them down. It turned out he was going commando. Maybe it was because of the fact he was completely shaven, but even flaccid his cock seemed enormous. I wrapped my arm around Sam protectively. He climbed into the tub, and sat down. Fortunately, his privates were covered by the bubbling water.
Brad sighed loudly, and said, "Damn, this sure feels great." He stretched out his arms around the rim, and laid back his head, eyes closed—the very picture of relaxation.
I sat there awkwardly, unsure how to react to this intrusion. I had waited all week for this, and really didn't want this jerk to ruin it. Sam adapted much better, and snuggled into my shoulder. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, as long as Brad just sat there like a statue. We could just sit here, and wait for his friend to arrive. Then he'd be out of my life forever. The mood was definitely ruined for now, though. After Brad left, I would hopefully be able to rekindle the romance. I was yearning to finally release all the pressure that had built up over the week.
"Why so tense, bro?" Brad's question interrupted my thoughts.
At first I wasn't going to say anything, but after hesitating for too long, Sam nudged me in the side. I assumed she was just as pissed as I was, and wanted me to give him a piece of my mind. "You kind of interrupted us, you know?" That came out weaker than I had intended.
"Oh shit, sorry. I totally forgot it was your birthday today. Totally slipped out of my mind, with the whole Amy being a bitch thing." I was getting angry again, that "bitch" was my sister, after all. "Come on. Lemme make it up to you."
He grabbed my shoulder, and started pulling me towards him. I shoved away his hand. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I protested.
"Chill, dude. I was just gonna give you a nice shoulder massage, since you're so wound up."
"That won't be necessary." I turned to look at Sam, and shot her a get-a-load-of-this-guy look, but she didn't seem concerned.
"Well, if you don't want a massage," he turned to my wife, "how about you? I took a class once in college, no need for these hands to go to waste." I snorted silently, wondering what kind of college he attended that offered "massage classes," and how often he'd used that pick up line on some floozy who believed him. Then I was angry again, realizing the floozy in this case would be my wife. He couldn't honestly believe a dumb trick like that would work on her.
"Why not?" replied Sam, to my utter amazement. She turned to me, and said, "It's just a massage, honey." I gazed into her doe brown eyes, and some of my anger ebbed away.
"You got nothing to worry about, bro," added Brad. Sam was a smart woman, and I trusted her with all my heart.
"Fine," I relented.
Sam beamed at me, and then slid along the bench to sit next to Brad, with her back to him. Brad put his meaty paws on her shoulders, and started massaging with his thumbs. I watched like a hawk, making sure that he didn't defile her with his touch.
"Oh man, this is really good," Sam sighed deeply.
"Told ya I was good," bragged Brad, and shot me a huge grin. "See what you're missing out on?" I had to admit, it did look like he knew what he was doing.
This went on for a few minutes. Brad's hands massaged other areas, but everything remained above board, and I didn't want to look like a jealous husband. Sam seemed to be enjoying herself, letting out a sigh here and there, whenever Brad really dug his fingers in.
I had just started to relax a bit again, when all of a sudden Brad tugged at the string on the back of Sam's bikini. The bow that held the back of the piece together unraveled, and the fabric fell away.
"There we go," explained Brad, "the strap was in the way."
"What are you doing?" I asked, sternly. A massage was one thing, but undressing my wife was quite another.
"Relax, bro. It's just a massage, don't be a douche."
"Sam?" I tried. Surely, she'd be just as shocked as I was.
"Like he said, it's just a massage, darling. Besides, he can't even see anything from that side." She still didn't sound concerned at all.
I sat there, transfixed. On the one hand, I really didn't like what Brad was doing, but on the other, they were right. Brad definitely couldn't see Sam's breasts, and it's not like I wasn't here. I watched Brad work his hands lower down her back, kneading the freshly exposed skin. Sam's nipples hardened visibly, but that was probably just because of the cool air.
How long had it been since he came back? His friend would be arriving soon, hopefully.
Then he did the unthinkable. His hands slowly reached around her side, as if in slow motion, and wrapped around her breasts. I wanted to protest, but my throat constricted, and I couldn't produce a sound. I wanted to intervene, but my muscles didn't seem to respond.
Brad squeezed Sam's breasts, and pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Surely she would freak out at any second now, and tell him what he was doing was wrong. No such thing happened, though. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. She breathed deeply. Her chest expanded with every intake of air. My hands felt clammy all of a sudden, even though they were submerged in the hot water.
Paralyzed in place, I watched one of Brad's hands trail down my wife stomach, and disappear in the bubbly water. Sam gasped, and I could just make out the silhouette of his arm pointing down toward her crotch beneath the swirling water. Brad leaned forward, and nuzzled her neck. His arm was rapidly gyrating back and forth, and Sam was actually moaning. His other hand kept playing with her tits, alternating attention between each nipple.
What the hell was happening? My sister's ex-boyfriend was fingering my wife right in front of me, and I couldn't seem to bring myself to stop him. Worse still, Sam seemed to be enjoying herself—immensely.
It only took a minute or two—much, much faster than I ever managed to—before Sam's back arched, and with a wordless scream, her whole body shuddered. Brad's arm kept moving the entire time, and it seemed to take forever for Sam's scream to die down and her body to slump limply against the wall of the tub.
"Oh god," sighed Sam, her face a mask of ecstasy. "I've never orgasmed that hard before."
Brad sat up on the rim of the tub. His cock was only semi erect, but already larger than mine. And thicker. His smooth shaven balls hung over the edge, dangling there like a prize bull's testicles. Sam was still slumped against the wall, recovering from her orgasm, when Brad grabbed her ponytail, and roughly pulled her face toward his crotch.
Sam reacted instinctively, and wrapped her lips around his meat. She could barely fit half of it in her mouth, and had to stretch it wide open to encompass the thick cock. What started out as a maybe six inch semi erect cock grew right before my eyes into a seven, eight, nine inch monstrous beast. Large veins protruded along the shaft.
I couldn't look away, as Brad pushed and pulled my wife's head up and down his cock at a rapid speed. Sam started gagging when Brad pushed down hard, and saliva poured out of her mouth and down his rod. I knew from experience that Sam liked giving blowjobs, but she never had any problems deepthroating me. My own penis felt miniscule compared to Brad's gargantuan equipment.
Still holding her by the ponytail, Brad pulled Sam to her feet, and then ripped off her bikini bottom with such force the strings on the side snapped. Her nude, wet body was exposed to the world, and just between her legs I could see the dark patch of pubic hair I loved so much. Brad must have pulled on her hair, because she stumbled backwards, and thumped against his chest, knees bent, her crotch just above Brad's cock.
Brad grabbed her thighs, his hands nearly circling around them, and spread her legs—wide. Her labia were still red and puffy from the intense fingering, and a small rivulet of juices ran out of her spread pussy, dripping down into the water. I had never seen her so wet before.
Brad's biceps bulged, and he lifted her up, guiding the entrance of her hole over his thick, bulbous, saliva-coated head. Sam reached down, and pushed the head into her lips. I watched in horror as it sank in between the folds, and disappeared inside her.
Spread eagled, Sam slowly descended. Inch by inch, his rock hard dick pushed into her. Sam let out a pained moan, her face a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Oh fuck, it's so big," she groaned.
"Goddamn, your cunt is tight. Haven't you ever been fucked?"
"Not with something this big."
I blinked, and a tear rolled down my cheek. Sam kept breathing faster and faster. Still unable to find the strength to move my leaden limbs, I watched as Sam came to rest at the base of Brad's cock. I hated seeing the woman I loved impaled on a stranger's cock. That was supposed to be something reserved only for me.
"Oh, oh, oh, oooooooooh..." Sam screamed with eyes closed, and for the second time that night, her whole body shook with euphoria, while she was squeezing her own nipples.
Seemingly without caring about her state of mind, Brad lifted her up again. Sam's shrieking intensified, and it looked like her legs were struggling to break free, but Brad's iron grip held them steadfast—still spread wide apart. He started thrusting with his hips, and his balls swung back and forth, while his rod plunged in and out of my wife's pussy, squelching loudly with every thrust.
Against all logical reasoning, my body betrayed me once again. My own penis stirred in my trunks, and the fabric soon pressed against my erection. I looked down, and sure enough, there was a noticeable bulge. A barely noticeable bulge, compared to Brad's well defined, veiny, thick monster—now jabbing mercilessly into Sam's vagina. Something that should have been mine, and only mine, taken away right in front of my eyes.
With a guttural grunt, Brad's muscular, ripped body flexed, and with one final, deep thrust, he pumped his seed into my wife. Sam was laughing breathlessly, hands rubbing all over her body, still impaled on his dick.
Brad hoisted her off his pole, and carelessly dropped her into the tub. Sam stumbled forward, and crashed into me. As if the spell had finally been broken, I reached out and caught her in my arms. She was burning hot to the touch, despite the coolness of the air.
Sam kissed me, fiercely and passionately, shoving her tongue aggressively into my mouth, with the ferocity of a hungry lioness on the verge of starvation. She broke the kiss, and then opened her eyes to look at me. Her beautiful, brown eyes were fixed at some point off in the distance, her mouth was slightly parted, as if she wasn't really looking at me, but was lost in a delirium of her own.
"Oh god, Tom, you have no idea how amazing that felt. I never knew sex could feel so good." Her words cut deeply into me, and I blinked away another tear, but Sam was too far gone in a world of her own to notice.
Brad chuckled. He had retrieved his phone from his pants, and held it to his ear.
"Yo, Dave, you can turn around, I won't need that ride after all." His cock wasn't as hard now, but it was still massive, glistening with Sam's juices. He turned around, and went inside the house. Just before he disappeared through the door, he turned around, and asked loudly, "Sammy, you coming?"
I was speechless, and held on to my wife for dear life. Sam extricated herself effortlessly, and stepped out of the pool. Before she could take a single step, her legs wobbled and gave out, and she fell down on the ground.
"Sam, you ok?" I asked, concerned, but urgent. "Come back in the water, we need to talk about what just happened!"
"We can talk later, darling."
She tried to get up again, but her legs faltered once more, so she simply got up on all fours, and started crawling towards the door. With her wet ass pointed straight at me, I watched her disappear, all the while Brad's creamy white cum dripped out of her.
Then I was alone.
I sat there, stunned. On Valentine's Day, my own birthday no less, I had just watched the love of my life being savagely fucked by another man—willingly—right in front of my eyes, and I had been unable to stop them. My dick twitched at that moment, as if to remind me that I had also gotten hard watching Brad's massive cock pump my wife full of cum.
Despite all of that, I still loved her. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like without her. Without seeing that cute face look at me when I woke up in the morning. Without feeling her soft body press against me, and her tender lips on mine when I came home every day. Without the smile on her face when she experimented in the kitchen. Without the smell of her essence lingering in every room of the house.
After a few minutes, I managed to muster up all my remaining strength, determined not to lose her. From inside the house, I heard a painful yelp that sounded like it came from Sam. Wet puddles trailed on the ground where she had crawled, leading all the way to the kitchen. The sound of meat slapping on meat was audible long before I turned the corner, and saw Sam bent over the kitchen counter, with Brad standing behind her, thrusting like a madman.
"Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster," moaned Sam, over and over.
I gripped the doorframe for support, and watched in helpless terror as Brad continued pumping. The dirty plates and glasses inside the kitchen sink rattled.
"Ho. Ly. Shit. Your asshole is tiiight!" he yelled, and his muscles grew taut once more, while he grunted loudly. As he pulled out and stepped away from Sam, her asshole, gaping wide open at first, closed right in front of my eyes. She had never even let me do that, even after I asked her many times. My chest ached with the thought of another man having taking her anal virginity before me.
Brad grabbed a beer from the fridge, and twisted the top off. He walked over to me while taking a long draught from the bottle, and clapped me on the shoulder. Sam still laid bent over on the counter, with a glazed look on her face.
"I actually thought you were kind of a douche today, Tom, but it turns out you're a real good friend."
I wanted to tell him to go to hell and never come back, but was unable to get out as much as a peep. Brad grabbed Sam's arm, and dragged her towards the bedroom. She stumbled after him, and never even so much as looked at me in passing. With a click, the bedroom door closed behind them.
The kitchen still stank of sex and sweat. I got a beer out of the fridge, and the cool liquid felt good in my parched mouth. I sat down on the couch in the living room, and turned on the TV. Without paying any attention to it, I zapped through all the channels, but my mind was still reeling from the emotional devastation. With the TV off again, I could hear Sam's screams through the thin walls, and wondered how Brad was pleasuring her at that moment to produce the kinds of noises she was making.
Once again, my penis hardened. I pulled down my trunks, and started stroking myself. In my mind, I pictured Brad's incredibly thick, hard cock sliding in and out of Sam's hole, and the intense pleasure visible on her face. It felt good to see her so happy, she deserved it. Still listening to my wife's screams of ecstasy from the bedroom, I came, spilling the seed I had saved up all week over my stomach. After climaxing, I felt absolutely exhausted, and drifted off into sleep, just as Sam started another round of loud moans.
***
That was one and a half years ago. Sam had found me the next day, cum still splattered over my stomach, and told me that she still loved me, and wanted to make our marriage work. She told me the thing with Brad had been just a one time thing, and would never happen again. I was willing to do anything to keep her, and accepted. Brad disappeared for a few days, but I quickly found out from my parents that he and my sister had gotten back together, and he actually proposed to her.
Our relationship changed, after that day, though. Sam wouldn't let me have sex with her anymore. She said it didn't stimulate her enough. She insisted I eat her out until she comes, and then as a reward she jerked me off, letting me finish on her breasts for special occasions. Despite what Sam had said, Brad, while engaged to Amy, still came over two or three times a week, and fucked Sam senseless. I didn't like seeing him enjoy what she was denying me, but I loved the way she always smiled afterwards, and wanted to keep her happy.
Brad and Amy got married exactly one year later, on Valentine's Day. And my birthday, of course. Brad claimed that it was the one year anniversary of when he discovered no other women satisfied him as much as my sister did, and he really loved her. After the wedding, Sam took off with Brad and Amy on their honeymoon, against my wishes. Two weeks later, they returned, and Sam told me that her period was late.
***
Now I look at her sitting on the sofa in the living room, humming a little tune. She looks absolutely radiant, even with a stomach as big as hers. I put my hand on her belly, and feel the baby kick. I kiss my wife, and know that I'll take good care of our child, no matter who the biological father may be.
- COMMENTS
Brad would of found out what carving knife is all about on the first night! Then divorce the witch! As for Amy never speak to her again! And that would be too soon!!
You’re really saying that Sam would not only cheat on her husband despite their strong, lifelong relationship, but with his own sister’s ex, on his birthday…the same guy who ruined his dinner and she herself called a slimeball?
The cock isn’t lining up, but Rarmons fucked this story anyway
I always hate stories like this, not because of the cheating wife, that goes with the LW territory, but because of the backstabbing family. How can Amy do this to her brother. If she and Brad want to have a threesome or be in a polyship which they clearly do by taking Sam on their honeymoon, surely she can pick someone who isnt her brother's wife. I know not all families are perfect, my own relationship with my siblings can attest to that, but even I know that no matter our faults we would have each others back when it really mattered. Brad is an arsehole, Sam is a whore, Dave is a wimp, but Amy is a psychotic bitch for doing this to her own brother.
That's not love, it is pure whipped dog material. You might as well have been her slave or pet.
Confusing Femdom agitprop. I don’t understand how this could happen except in a cartoon version of Life.
You make me puke as a writer. He should have shot the ashole!!
I’ll never read your Scumball shit again!!!
This was the most pitiful story ever written
One cock torpedos a lifetime’s worth of a perfect relationship?
Did Brad’s cock give Sam brain damage? Was it big enough to hit Tom in the head too, turning him into a vegetative cuck?
Sam writes children’s books huh?
Is one of them called “Mommy is a Cheating Whore?”
Fuck this bullshit story
Idiots don't die out. This author and his story are an example of that! At least the author still has hope that he will get therapeutic help.
Delete this story. Then take the device you used to write it and burn it. Then bury the remains. In the middle of the fucking desert
What a repugnant story
The Loving Wives category is definitely not your area of expertise. There isn't a shred of believability here, particularly after you developed Sam & Tom as having a solid, loving relationship, just to see Sam become someone *COMPLETELY* different, particularly when we never see things from Sam's perspective. Even Brad, asshole as that character is, likely wouldn't be as obtuse as you portray. The last half of this story just leaves me feeling sad & wondering how I'm going to get those 15 wasted minutes back.
Krap. Needing bro to call him a cab, but he can call his own friend with his own phone?
No, not good at all. Might explain the one star scores.
From a storyline point of view, it was terrible. Well written but story pathetic.
... I’d have just introduced her to my fist/hand. It’d make her too loose for Brad to feel anything. “Hey. You ruin her for me? I ruin her for you” as he watched me pump a my birthday celebratory champagne bottle in and out of her prolapsed asshole with my fist buried deep in her gaping cunt.
...it’s so well written.
One fault. I cannot believe how easy San turned — the dreaded Brad Slut Ray. There should have been a little more reticence. Also, I totally don’t believe Amy would have agreed to all this.
For content I give it a 2-star. But for actual writing I give it 4-stars.
I hate all these characters so much that my hands are literally shaking, I had to take a short walk. But it is the type of story (cuckold) that set me off as I very much enjoy many other stories by this author. I am sure there are categories I like that others hate. I should have looked closer at the rating, I hate having to go to the end of the story for the key words.
I hate cuckold but enjoy a good BTB/revenge story. Would love a chapter 2 where he wakes up, grows a spine and burns them all. It might at least even me out.
5 stars! Immediately one if my favorites. This is a great story. 2 best moments when he inevitably reached around and rubbed her tits and then when she crawled after him. I scanned your other stories and didn’t see many in a similar theme maybe you could recommend some.
Everyone who gives this story a bad rating is like me.
At the first sign we would be into the house and return with lethal force and deal with the threat.
Sexual assault is a serious crime.
And we are mad as hell and we are not going to take it anymore.
Enough said.
I see why how people didn't like this story. I hate it when authors post stories like this and it gets negative reviews and bad ratings because of the sensitive people. I like all kinds of stories on LIT and it was nothing wrong with this one. Don't get me wrong, there's no way in hell I'll allow what Brad did. The husband was a bitch
I see why how people didn't like this story. I hate it when authors post stories like this and the sensitive people cries at how "Trash" the story is and gives it a bad rating. I like all kinds of stories on LIT. This world ain't all unicorns and rainbows
The good 'ole Martian slut ray is in action...again.
How ANY male could sit in a hot tub and let that crap take place is beyond me.
Not a believable story line.
As I sometimes axk, does this excite some people, or is it intended to say "Your life isn't this bad." Divorce her. Beat the guy with a baseball bat.
I don't know how I was unfortunate enough to come across this piece of shit for the second time in less than a year, but this time it grated on me even more. Fuck off!
I'm as broadminded as anybody , or so I thought , until this.......... You need help mate .
I am sorry butI don’t like this kind of story. I will not read any more of your stories.
A wimp is a wimp and it sucks. Good bye.
I'm all for cuck stories but dude, this is putting a man in a position that makes suicide like winning the lottery. Fuck this. I thought things would end up looking like she would cheat but then just be sexual tension before he got his wish, maybe a 3way but what the fuck man.
1) What kind of wife is Sam? How could she cheat on her husband so brazenly on his birthday? How could she cut him off from sex and get knocked up by a man other than him, and that he can’t stand? Heartless slut
2) What kind of ‘friend’ is Brad? He’d turn down a taxi fare because ‘friends don’t do that’ yet he’ll fuck Tom’s wife? How can he claim to love Amy then fuck her brother’s wife? Brain-dead asshole
3) How could Amy not only condone her husband fucking around, but that too, allow him to fuck her brother’s wife, and get her pregnant, on their honeymoon? She has no right to call herself a sister, the cunt
4) What the fuck kind of masochist is Tom to take it all?
5) Why is it that I agree with the comments saying that this is Literotica’s worst story? Why did you bother writing this fucking tale of toxicity?
Obe star
Cries because a ruined cake fucks up her husband’s birthday
Fucks a guy her husband hates on his birthday, cuts him off, gets pregnant and smiles
How the fuck is she not being treated for being schitzo? Why didn’t Tom murder her?
Rarmos, you pathetic cunt...
We have a winner, ladies and gentlemen! Worst story every written in the history of the world!!!
Congratulations, rarmons! Now, fellas, let’s form a queue! Tonight, his wife is gonna fuck every man in the building but him!!
(He gets to jerk off to his one star performance as a man)
Some stories leave you feeling completely repulsed. This was one of them. I’d recommend finding something to make you laugh afterwards, if you’re unlucky enough to end up reading this pathetic ‘story’. Stay away from relationship jokes - this is hideous enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth about loving someone. I read it three hours ago and I’m still bitter about it
I wish we could give stories a 0, because this deserves it
You give homosexuals a bad name. its the 21st century be out and proud not some closeted piece of shit, masquerading as a straight guy . God I hate this fucking crap
The author had a stroke halfway through and lost his fucking mind. 1*
With this cuckold fucking story. The author’s not a fucking man. 1*
You are a BAD writer. Your terrible story redefines the word ‘bad’. I think you need counseling
I thought I was reading a decent story. Shame it turned into a cuckfest. 1* and I’d question your sanity, rarmons
Faggot-ass writer. your a closet cuck who likes to jizz over cuck porn, cause no women will give yo fag ass pussy and no guy will fuck yo fag ass
This gets a one star. It’s so bad it’s not even goid. It’s so bad, it makes Matt Moreau look like a literary genius. Congratulations, you’ve written the worst story in the history of Literotica
*sigh* this is the first story I’ve ever read by rarmons. And the last. I’m not even going to dignify this with a vote
Why the fuck did you write this shit? Only cuckokded gimps like you who have never had a pussy around their cock would beat off to this. Kill yourself
I feel like punching the author in the face. He/she should be ashamed of themselves for getting off on this. A big fat zero stars
What is so erotic about having to masturbate and being humiliated.
You must be pathetic. Anyway, I hope you enjoy watchinh your wife fuck her lover this Christmas. Maybe you can get lucky with the turkey? Dumb cuck. 1*
Do you suck your sister’s husband’s cock after it’s been in your wife’s pussy, scoop the remaining cum out of the whoring cunt, then use those fingers to type, you retarded chastised cuckfuck? Is that why you jacked off to this story and gave it a 5? You fucking limp fuck
I hope your sister stabs you in the cock with a knofe, and you bleed out watching her husband fuck your wife. Useless fucking cunt
He an insane retarded fag fool who sucks and swallows!!!
The worst story I've ever read. Considering we have Matt Moreau on here, that says a lot
I hope someone kills the author in its (yeah, it) sleep. Sick fucking creature
Good trolling. LOL
ONE STAR, of course.
Just another closet faggot. So whens hubby going to start sucking sisters husbands cock oh sorry he's been doing it all along.
All that build up to produce some stupid cuckold crap? Next time give a warning beforehand please!
Don't know how I became unlucky enough to ended up reading this sad, pathetic, nonsensical, angering tale of cuckolding. But I did... and the fucking thing has been bothering me, on and off, for so long, I had to re-read it. Which made it makes even less sense.
'Wanna know what's the worst part about this story? rarmons is actually a good writer. Most of his other stories proved themselves to be good - OK, only read his incest tales (not into the trans stuffs), but every else is getting high marks, and what I checked definitely deserved it, IMO.
But f**k if I understand what the hell he was thinking when he wrote this. Not gonna lie: the sex scene was really well written. But what happen before and, especially, afterwards? FTS! Completely illogical nonsense. Hate every single characters here, but hate even more the fact I have no idea what the f**ck is going on in their heads, ESPECIALLY THE MAIN PROTAGONIST/NARRATOR, which kinda shows how badly this story was written. What, this loser loves his slutty wife hard enough to let her fuck around on him RIGHT IN HIS FACE, but he's also so in love with the tramp, is A-OK with never using his dick for inside of her for the REST OF HIS LIFE???? Mofo wasn't even conditioned to this - this shit just fall on him all of a sudden... but love we still managed to kick those two crazy kids together??? C'MON!!!! And don't get me start with the sister (geezus krist, that effing cunt of a sister...) and their pathetic excuse of parents - there's no goddamn way those two aren't aware what their new son-in-law have done to their son's mariage... and they're cool with that!? Imagine for a second being the father of those degenerates... it's hard to come up for a better excuse for disownment. Or a better proof that you're a failure as a parent.
... Urgh. I know a story is just a story, but I wish rarmons came out of his retirement where either Tom move on with his life (after getting serious therapy sessions), Tom go full torch-earth against the group of a-holes that betrayed him... or Tom simply killed himself. Him just taking it as it is is implausible... but I guess this is all we're going to get here, and, because of it, I truly hope nobody ever bother wasting the time to read it.
The funny thing is the people that write stories like this you themselves as the other guy when in reality they are the husband
This is one of those stories that really makes you angry. And the worse thing is you can't do anything about it, I really wish someone would write a second part where the husband gets revenge, and as a result maybe a harem.
Another husband can't do shit but sit and stare as his wife gets fu**ed story. Give us all a break and change the outcome were the husband beats the crap out of the ass hole wannabe interloper.
Nothing redeems this one. You really ought to pull it and burn it if you can.
To the writer since you suck at writing stories how about you stick to just sucking brads cock !
This story was such shit it was my first and very last I will ever read from you cuck !
I had to read this story twice, trying to understand what exactly happen in it...
In vain.
If the main protagonist proved himself to be a weakling from the get-go, I would get it... if he mentioned, even in passing, how much he like strangers ogling his life partner, because of how hot she is and such, I would get it... if the wife was said to always be flirting with other men, instead of being portrayed as a committed spouse who wouldn't start, out of nowhere, fucking dudes she herself describes as 'slimeball', I would get it... if either one of them had any positive feelings toward Brad, which would explained how he could have gotten away with half the shit he did here, let alone bedding a stranger's wife the first time they meant, I would get it....
But that's not the case, is it?
This is a bad story, period. Deserved a 0/5 for lazingly putting forward a reaction that wasn't at all pre-ordained by a previous action. The writer simply wanted his main protagonist to get cuckolded, but had no idea how to successfully make it happen mid-story... so he just forced it, and gave a conclusion just as senseless.
That's just bad writing. Nothing else to add.
Try doing something else as your warped mind is to screwup to keep writing. Either that or go play on a busy highway and do us all a favor and disappear.
Sick story about sick people...The husband being the sickest of them all...It's all said...1* (where are the negative ratings when we need them?)
I know that this is just a story but where I live there are too many swamps with too many gators for either body to be found.
just hate almost everything about the story . . wish Brad the bastard brat and Sam the loser wife get the ax or rather go to HELL together . . and stupid hubby Tom too
Well this story tells me what type of person you are. a pussy cuckold.
- only LW story by this author
- totally absurd, over-the-top cruel, humiliating cuckolding plot
- submitted for Valentine's Day Story Contest (LOL)
1/5 for this "story".
And what i forgot in the previous post was since Sam knew Brad was coming over she chose to go outside to the hot tub. If Sam and Tom would have been in the bedroom having sex, Brad would have never been abke to come in and her plan would have been foiled. I think Sam even planned the chocolate cake incident and cried fake tears. Her goal was to ruin Tom's birthday period. She kept up appearences for the family. Sam was,a loving wife tbat turned evil. Amy was in on this too. Read between the lines of this story!!
I believe there is,a back story here. Sam planned a magical night of sexual wonders. She didn't say for who. Also she was controlling Tom with denial. And if you noticed Amy only introduced Brad to Tom and not Sam which tells me perhaps they already met. Amy was with Brad a few weeks and Sam planned this night a week before. She probably met Brad before and planned this. Why? Who knows? Maybe since Tom aas the man who broke her virginity she wanted to just do it with someone else. Maybe she had a fight with Tom earlier. Maybe she didn't plan on it going that far. I think Sam pre meditated this for a while for whatever reason. So the key element is betrayal and yes the ending could be better. Perhaps a part 2 with dialogue betwwen Sam an Tom or Tom gets revenge and either they divorce or they rekindle their marriage.
You give me a disclaimer up front about willing cuckolds and I don't give you a 1-star vote. No disclaimer, you get one every time.
A whing little puppy i bet you ate is cum out of her her ass would of been out the door to the curb
Don't listen to the haters, I loved this story and thought it could only be better if it was longer! Write a chapter about the honeymoon!
What fucking TRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Did you write this while your boyfriend banged your asshole????
come on man. I have read several of your stories.you can do so much better than this.I gave the story a one. it really did not deserve a score that high.
You should delete this sh!t ,so no one else with know you wrote sure garbage!
Worst story for Valentines day contest.Will dampen the mood of whoever reads this pathetic story.Readers Strongly advise you don't waste your time and ruin your mood by reading this shit.
I think the author is the same husband as represented in the story who gets off by seeing his wife fucked by someone else.
ONLY 1 STAR BEACUSE I HATE IT.
Boo hooo
....at all? This is a blatant copy of any one of a dozen other helpless cuck stories here.
You style is OK, but you don't engage us in your characters well enough to convince us to suspend disbelief when your situation goes hard left, the stupid cuck turning into a drooling, incapable moron and the wife a whore and happily willing slut.
We all know and acknowledge that any rational man would have told him to drop dead when he failed to take the requested taxi. Most men would have brought out the shotgun and invited brain dead to leave and never return, just about the time he asked to join them in the hot tub.
It actually went south with the asshole coming back in after the loud discussion during their early dinner. From that point on, it was all a fucking joke.
God, it was all so insulting!
NO thank you.
Story was good. I enjoyed it. But the ending did kind of suck. Maybe you should write one about their honeymoon and tell us what happened. Lol.
but I can't help to have a bad taste in my mouth with the ending. Their marriage was not strong at all. Sam didn't really love Tom, no matter how they lived up until that Valentine day. A wife just does not giver her body and sexual organs to a cretin like that. Tom should have either taken his fists and beat his face in or taken a ball bat and busted his head in. It was his responsibility to uphold the honor of his wife. Else he should have walked away, moved out with a divorce, and let the slut raise the bastard child on her own. Sorry, I just don't like cuckold stories.
i cant see how anyone would sympathize with a milquetoast like that. make him kill himself.
was the dumbest freaking story I've ever read on the internet. And I've read some dumb ones. As an author, your mind is completely out of wack.
I thought the story was written well enough but it seemed as if the first part of the story was written by a different person. The last part of the story has Tom with a complete different attitude about Brad, a person he didn't like at the first part of the story. And suddenly his wife turns into a whore, right before our eyes and her husband just accepts it. Did I miss the lobotomy her husband got? How did he and his wife change so suddenly? I enjoyed the story but the transition seemed forced.
It's hard to imagine that this would actually happen. I realize this is just a story for wimp cuckolds everywhere. I can't visualize the husband being such a wimp on his Birthday, and later on at the end of this crappy tale. I don't believe a husband would succumb to permitting his wife to become pregnant by another man. I also can't fathom the husband not having sexual relations outside this poor excuse of a marriage. I am really surprised the husband didn't grab a baseball bat and physically both the wife and Brad. It's sad that you can't give a score of zero.
You could not have written about a more pathetic man if you were trying to make him a sad sack. He couldn't or wouldn't help his sister. There is simply no fun or entertainment in reading about a spineless coward. 1 star.
of course this wouldn't happen, but it is fantasy. it is too unlikely, stil the humiiation of the husband will turn on masochists
Playing is one thing if both parties are involved but any bitch did that to me I'd ruin their life..