My Wife Finds Out About My Bully Cucking Me in College and Fucks Him

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The next day I could tell things had changed between Lyndsey and I, and I immediately regretted opening up to her about Ron. My hope had been that this would dissuade her from talking to or about him, but the opposite effect seemed to be happening. Over the next few weeks, things got strange not only between her and I, but between Ron, Lyndsey, and I as well. I began to see Ron more and more, which was more than I ever wanted to. And in many ways, the tormenting that I had grown accustomed to throughout high school and college, was starting up again right here on my block. In my own home.

“Sorry, Benny boy!” Ron guffawed as he emptied his bladder onto my driveway. He was standing with his side to me, which was still more than enough of an angle to see his fat, mushroom tip as it pissed all over the place. “Power’s out in the house and well, you know, can’t flush the damn toilet!” A massive pool had formed and was running down the driveway and towards the garage door. To avoid it running into my workspace, I shook my head at him (as I had done a million times in the past) and hit the button to close the garage door. As it slowly moved downward to shut on the disgusting scene taking place in my front yard, I watched Ron continue to piss and laugh as the stream grew bigger. Just before the door covered him from my view, I saw him look towards my dining room window, the one that looks out onto the front yard. He nodded, smiled, and winked.

Surely, she was not standing in there watching him?

Often I heard them talking over the fence that separated our properties in the morning or early evening, always laughing and carrying on. I am not sure if Lyndsey knew that I knew, but more to the point, she certainly was not trying to hide anything. The flirting was blatant bordering on disrespectful. How Lyndsey could know what I told her and still find it in her heart to talk to that asshole, I could not figure out.

On a Sunday afternoon I was in my workspace, garage door open to let in the beautiful breeze outside. Lyndsey was working out a few feet away as usual, this time she was dressed in black yoga pants and a sports bra. She was doing weighted squats again, and her plump muffin ass kept dipping down to the floor.

“Howdy, neighbors!” Ron called from the street.

“Oh, hey Ron!” Lyndsey said excitedly, setting her weight down on the matt and straightening her posture. Ron walked up the driveway and into my garage. He was dressed for activity; sneakers, basketball jersey and basketball shorts(not sure if he had underwear on, it certainly did not appear so), and that stupid fucking ball cap.

“Mind if I catch a few reps with you before I head out?” He smiled.

I was opening my mouth to object, to make up an excuse, anything to get him the hell off my property.

“Oh sure!” My wife told him.

“Excellent,” he grinned.

Ron helped himself to some barbells stacked in the corner and started to do some curls. They were the 50 pounders, the weights that never got used. Neither Lyndsey nor I were strong enough to use them. Yet Ron tossed them up and down like they weighed nothing.

“Oh my, you’re awfully strong, Ron!” Lyndsey said.

“Oh this ain’t nothin’, girl. At the gym I’m curling at least 80.”

In the awkward silence that followed, Lyndsey picked her weight back up from the mat and resumed her squats. Only this time, that plump little muffin ass was pointed in another direction. She was facing me, breathing heavily and focused, but her ass was pointed directly at Ron, standing only a few feet away.

Ron broke into a grin and made eye contact with me. He stuck his tongue out and waved it at me. “This is the best gym in town!” He laughed.

“Oh…yeah?” Lyndsey said between breaths, “Why…is…that?”

“Well, it sure as hell has the best view in town!”

Lyndsey broke from her exercise and burst into high pitched giggles. Ron set the dumbbells down and walked over to her. He towered over Lyndsey.

“Need a spotter, Lyndsey?” He asked.

I could feel the anger rising in my belly. I could feel the strength of it. For the first time, I was prepared to tell this asshole bully to fuck off.

“I…I don’t…” Lyndsey trailed off and I could tell she was nervous.

“Now listen here, Ron,” I began. I came from behind my desk. “I don’t mind if you-“

“It’s just been a while since I’ve benched,” Lyndsey interrupted. “Ben doesn’t really spot me…”

“Benny!” Ron said, turning his gaze to me. “You should be ashamed! Your sexy little wife here wanting to stay nice and in shape for you and you can’t lend a hand? Come on, man!”

As was often the case, Ron’s directness caused a shocked silence. There was too much in that one insult to unpack in the moment, and so Ron got his way.

“Jump on the bench, girl, I got you.” He said. “And Benny, get back to your computer nerd stuff, yea? The adults are working out! Ha!”

Lyndsey was on the bench, pushing the barbell towards the sky. Ron loomed over her, crowding the bench where her head was resting. He was not even really spotting her, more just hovering and watching. My eyes were transfixed on the short amount of space between his hanging junk in the basketball shorts and my wife’s focused, stern face as she hit number 7 on her set.

“That’s it, Lyndsey, just like that,” he said. I glanced at his face and followed his eyes to her sweaty little tummy as it clenched with each push. “Two more, yep. Good. You got it.” Ron took the weight from her easily when she finished and set it back in place on the bench. Lyndsey went to sit up, and as she did, I saw Ron lean forward just slightly.

There. In less than a second. Her head caught on something in his shorts as she sat up, and the thing in his pants swung back and forth from the hit. “Oh, whoops!” He laughed. Lyndsey brushed it off, rolling her eyes and opening her water bottle.

The days passed like this. With secret conversations and Ron’s unexpected appearances and cruelties. Lyndsey was slowly changing right before my eyes. It was her revealing clothing, her runs and exercises at odd times of the day and night. I even caught her glancing out the window at him several times, but she always shrugged it off. And worst of all, the sex between us has diminished to almost nothing. Lyndsey had let me go down on her that night I opened up to her about Ron (and my God she was wet), but that had been it.

It was the last day of Spring that I caught them red-handed.

I went out in the afternoon to catch a matinee at the local theater. I asked Lyndsey if she wanted to come with me, but she said she needed to workout. Fine. Whatever. I thought. Always working out but I guess that’s not a bad thing, right? After all, I get to reap the rewards. Upon arriving at the theatre, by some miracle, the movie I had wanted to see was sold out, and there was not another showing for hours. Resigned, I grabbed a quick bite to eat at the burger place and headed home. I called Lyndsey on the way to tell her I was coming back, but she did not answer.

As I pulled into the driveway, I saw right away that something was up. The garage door was open but Lyndsey was not in there. Instead, her workout mats were in disarray and the bench had been moved at an odd angle. Frowning, I parked the car and entered the house.

The noise of it hit me. She was whimpering loud, incessantly. The screams came out in long, breathy sighs that bounced off the walls. The room it was coming from was upstairs but the sound of it was filling the house. Underneath her own wailing were low, viscous whispers and animal like grunts. There was fast-paced squeaking too, the occasional sound of wood adjusting or even splintering from some constant force.

I fell over but caught myself on my knees. I was immobile there on the kitchen floor for about two minutes while the sounds continued. The lower voice was saying things I could not make out, but it was laced with profanity and command. Lyndsey was starting to shake halfway through her deafening squeals. Finding my legs but gripping my stomach, I proceeded further into my house. Up the stairs. Sounds getting louder. The low voice more audible — I’m gonna stretch your cunt out, bitch- you won’t feel him anymore- good little slut- fucking take it. Now my hand was on the door that led to my bedroom…it was ajar…I could see a little but…

I pushed the door open.

Lyndsey was twisted into a strange position. She was bent over on her knees in our bed, but she was leaning her head inwards towards her chest so that her view was straight up towards her hips and ass. Disoriented and upside down from the chest up.

Above her way Roy- naked, hairy, and covered in sweat. He was fucking her, and from the strange position he had my wife in, Lyndsey could actually see him and his cock going inside her. He was fucking her cruelly, slamming into her so that her tangled body dug into the bed with every thrust. Roy reached down and grabbed one of her hanging tits in his bear paw and squeezed it hard.

“I’m gonna fill you up now, bitch. Just like that, fucking take it!”

I fell over. The sound made Lyndsey look at me. Her mouth opened wide. Ron didn’t notice. He started cumming in my wife’s pussy.

“UGH!” He grunted. “Fat fucking nut in your pussy, Lyndsey!”

The cum overflowed out of her pussy as he railed her, and the excess dripped out and fell into Lyndsey’s shocked, waiting mouth. I saw 4 thick gobs of it drop onto her face and into her mouth as he continued to fuck her. She choked and coughed as she tried to speak.

“You gonna give your bitch boy husband a kiss later?” He slapped her playfully and the cum ran out of her mouth and onto the bedspread.

I screamed.

Ron looked up finally, spotting me there in the doorway.

“Well if it isn’t Benny the Bitch Boy,” he said. And then that awful laugh.

7.

When I came to, it took me a full minute to realize that I had passed out watching them fuck. I had no idea how long it had been, but things were different in the room. The bed seemed tidier, and Lyndsey was laying on top of the covers, completely naked. Ron was clothed again. When he saw me coming to, he picked me up off the floor like I was still a terrified little freshman.

I do not remember exactly the chain of events that occurred, but I do know that I ended up in a pair of Lyndsey’s pink panties. I put them on as Ron barked unintelligible orders at me. I had to stand there in the middle of my own house, naked save the ladies underwear, while Ron and my wife Lyndsey laughed at me. My flaccid, terrified cock poked at the fabric but did not slip out.

“Not big enough!” Ron exclaimed, shoving me into the wall. “Your little bitch clit dick isn’t big enough to even hang out of those pretty little panties.” Lyndsey was naked and recovering on the bed, smiling broadly as she giggled at me. “Tell you what, Benny,” Ron continued, “I think it’s time I had a little more fun with your wife. That OK with you? Well, if it isn’t, I really don’t give a flying fuck.” He had me around the throat. I could feel the strength in his hands and body, and I knew better than to fight back.

“Walk over here Lyndsey and pull my cock out,” he commanded.

She was right up against us as she fidgeted with Ron’s belt. Her eyes were focused on her task and never once looked at me. I watched the belt get pulled aside and the top button unhooked, the zipper drawn down.

“You see this, Benny? Can you believe it? Look Benny, Look.”

Lyndsey’s small hand disappeared down into his pants and a moment later came back up with his half-hard hog spilling over the seam. She let it fall out onto the front of Ron’s pants and it hung there like a tree branch.

“Now get on your knees in the middle of the room and wait for me, Lyndsey.” He never even looked at her when he said it, but she obeyed immediately. Pinned against a wall by my tormentor I watched my wife obey his every command as she dropped to her knees in the middle of the room and began to play with her breasts.

“You wait right the fuck here, and I’ll be back for you in a few minutes, Benny Bitch Boy!”

Ron Dunk walked across the room still fully clothed, blue jeans and a rough flannel, black boots and a ball cap on. It only looked strange because his dick was hanging out, fat and floppy and long. When he got to where Lyndsey was kneeling, he picked up the hose hanging out of his jeans and brought it to her lips.

“No hands, open up,” was all he said.

Lyndsey locked her hands behind her back and opened her mouth. Ron guided it past her lips and touched it to her tongue. Then he pulled it out again, her mouth still in an O shape. He pushed in again, over and over pulling it out and pushing back in but sliding a little deeper each time. From where I stood against the wall in my pink panties I could see it clearly. His dick, already too large, was growing.

“You’re a good girl, that’s it, keep your fucking mouth open. How’s that cock taste, you like it?”

“Mmhmm,” she breathed into his meat.

“OK hold still, baby. I’m gonna fuck your throat. I want your husband to watch.”

Ron got a hold of her by either side of her head and held her still as he started to plunge deeper into her throat. Once he got back there, he held her down on it, half of his impossible cock disappearing into her face. I could see my wife’s wide eyes and the tears forming there as she struggled to breath.

“UGH!” He grunted, yanking it from her throat and letting her catch her breath. No sooner did he pull it away than did he thrust it back into her mouth again, grinding his hips into her face.

“Look at your stupid wife, Benny. She sees my cock and forgets all about you. She fucking laughs at you Benny. And I’m laughing at both of you. That’s it bitch, use your tongue, UGH, that’s good. Look at your husband!”

Lyndsey made eye contact with me while his cock was deep in her throat.

“Lick my fucking nuts,” he commanded. His pants dropped to his ankles, exposing his large, hairy thighs. He was cupping his ballsack for her and feeding it to her like she was an invalid. “Dirty bitch. Dirty dirty bitch. Right in front of your beta husband.”

Lyndsey struggled with it as he fucked her face. But even in her difficulty I could see she was playing with her cunt and occasionally wrapping her hands around his bushy, muscular thighs. She was enjoying it.

Ron pummeled her mouth for a long time. Then he crossed the room and grabbed me by the neck, yanking me towards the center. “Get underneath and get her ready for me, fuckface.” Lyndsey opened her legs up so that I could slide my head under her sopping cunt and start licking. She was grinding on my face and though I could no longer see anything, I could tell Ron had it down her throat. I could feel the spit from the blowjob falling from her lips and landing on my forehead.

“Look at your bitch boy husbands little cock, Lyndsey. See it? It’s getting hard. Ha! It might even poke through his little panties soon. Can you imagine? Letting another man own your wife like this and liking it.

Except I didn’t like it. Or did I? It was too much to process. I found my wife cheating on me with my long-time enemy, and now I was being forced to watch. But my body was betraying me…I could feel my penis free itself from the confines of the little panties.

“Put it back in for him, Lyndsey. We don’t have a cage for his little pecker yet!”

I felt Lyndsey lean over my body, temporarily raising her pussy from my hungry mouth, and then I felt her hands touch my stiff cock and stuff it back into the panties. I almost came right there.

“That’s it, Benny,” Ron continued, fucking my wife’s mouth and slapping her titties. “Get her ready for me. Can you taste my load from before? I bet you can. I bet you like it, bitch boy…Spit on him, Lyndsey.”

He pulled her off his cock and she sat up from my face just a few inches. I could see her looking down at me, sweaty face and messy hair. Ron had a handful of that messy hair and was directing her towards me. “Open up, baby,” she said to me. Without thinking I did. She dropped a wad of spit and cum into my mouth. Then Ron put her face back on his cock.

After what seemed like a long time, he pulled her off me and disappeared with her into the living room. I followed meekly and found Lyndsey lying on the living room couch. Knees still weak, I dropped to the floor.

“Stand up, bitch.”

Utterly defeated, I followed his orders.

“Look at little Benny in his pretty pink panties!”

Lyndsey laughed on the couch, naked and writhing. She seemed a little tired, but her eyes were alive. “You’re gonna stand there and cum in those panties, you understand me, boy? I’m gonna rail your wife again, which by the way will be the third time today, and you’re gonna watch until you cum. If you don’t cum, then I guess we won’t stop. You understand me?”

I said nothing. Ron slapped me in the face. “You understand me, boy? Answer me with Yes Sir.”

“Yes sir,” I said, shaking and afraid.

“Good, now start wacking your little dick. And don’t take it out of your pretty little panties either. Understand?”

“Yes sir.”

Ron got on top of my wife and buried himself deep inside her. He grabbed a tuft of her hair directly on the crown of her head and held her like that while he used her. Lyndsey had this huge smile on her face and in between laughs was moaning like a whore.

“Oh Ron, fuck me like that. Fuck me while he watches,” she said.

“Keep talking bitch, humiliate your man!”

“Oh you like that baby?” Lyndsey looked at me while she got fucked raw. “I don’t care if you don’t, baby. He fucks me so good. And he treats you like the little pussy you are. Oh fuck…oh that’s it. Fuck me with your huge cock, Ron!”

I was wacking my pathetic manhood over the panties now, with something like a half-chub. My dick didn’t know whether it had been betrayed or was actively being turned on. I felt my load building in the pit of my stomach.

“You getting close, little Benny? Are you? Good boy, now, stop. That’s fucking right, stop wacking your little meat!” Ron pulled his fat dick out of my wife and let go of her hair. “Go over to your little husband, and stroke his tiny dick with one finger!” Lyndsey rolled off the couch, eyes on fire with lust, and came to me. She kneeled and found my cock. She started brushing the shaft with her pinky finger.

“You gonna cum, baby?” She asked me.

“Let your wife jerk you off with her pinky, Benny. It’s the only thing you’re good for!”

“Oh no…” I said.

The front of the panties got wet as I started to blow my load. Instinctively, Lyndsey stopped brushing it. My humiliated cock writhed and spit and soaked the pink panties as they stood there and laughed at me.

“HeheheHahaha!”

“So cute, Benny!” Lyndsey said.

“You fucking loser, Benny Bitch!”

When my ruined orgasm had subsided, the panties were filthy and wet. Ron made me keep them on.

“OK, time for the final act, Benny. Get behind me…that’s right. On your fucking knees. Good. Can you see my hairy ass, bitch boy? That’s what I want.” Ron stuck his right leg out and rested it on a nearby stool. There was a large arch in his lower body now, as he steadied my wife on her knees and began to jack off in her face.

“I’m going to cover this whore in my seed, Benny. And you’re going to watch!”

-

When he was finished pissing on me, Ron got dressed. That stupid fucking ballcap had not come off the top of his head the entire time. My panties were soaked through with cum and Ron’s urine. Probably with my own humiliation as well.

“Go get your wife a towel, Benny,” Ron sneered as he buckled his jeans. “And don’t you dare fucking clean off yet, bitch boy. Not until I tell you too.”

I helped Lyndsey get cleaned up, avoiding eye contact and doing my best to get every bit of cum from inside her belly button. The sheer amount of sperm Ron could produce was intimidating. Even with a full size bath towel, I was unable to get it all.

Ron was waiting at the front door when he beckoned to Lyndsey. She crossed the room naked and accepted him when he wrapped her in his arms. I watched them kiss long and passionately. I could see their tongues and hear the spit.

“You take your little hubby upstairs and get him cleaned off. But he already got to cum once tonight, and once is enough. I’ll see you soon.”

And then he was gone.

Later that night, after a shower and a change of clothes, I got in bed next to my wife. For the first time in my life I had no idea how or where to begin with talking about something. It might have been easier if I had just caught them and they had run from the house. But with everything that had happened, I was at a loss for words.

“You liked it,” Lyndsey said.

“I did not,” I responded.

“You liked it…enough, I think.”

“Yeah…well…you liked it a lot, I think.”

“Don’t mock me, Ben. You knew this was coming. You had to know.”

“Bullshit,” I whispered. I was exhausted and defeated, and since there did not seem to be any more secrets, I had nothing else to say.

“Well, if I were you, Benny…I’d get used to it.”

THE END.

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