SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Ch. 18, The Cuckolding, Leroy's Victory

THE CUCKOLDING!!! PART THREE OF OF FOUR

SAM'S POV

“No coming without permission,” Leroy almost shouted gleefully. His throat fucking slowed, he gave her longer spells to breath. Her body relaxed, going limp. He thrust down her throat a few times, unhurried, but with absolutely no resistance, simply affirming his victory.

Leroy’s cock, as he pulled it from her mouth and it trailed across her face was the wettest, slimiest I’d ever seen anything, white saliva foam was smeared across it, and drool sheets oozed from it. Beneath him, Kayley simply panted like a dog.

“Holy fuck!” she said. I zoomed in on her expression, wide eyed and blasted.

“Holy fuck!” she said again, staring past me, breathing heavily.

“I’m so fucking hard from that right now,” Leroy announced, “I could pound six inch nails through a two by four. Time to finish.”

He clapped Kayley’s shoulder, shoving her. “Move bitch. All fours. Doggy style, you’re going to love this.”

Kayley tried to move, and fell back, still panting. She looked a little dizzy. I wanted to help, but simply kept the video trained on her, as Leroy helped her awkwardly move into position on knees and elbows on the bed. I could see she was still trying to recover as Leroy slapped her ass.

“Wider,” he ordered. “Get that ass up there.”

She complied, head hanging. He positioned himself behind her, his fingers digging hard enough into her ass to leave bruises. Sweat was dripping off her, running down her body, her skin was shiny and flushed. She grabbed a fold of bedsheet and used it to wipe her eyes. Leroy was true to his word when he said she would tear up. When I glimpsed them, her eyes were red and raw. Another wipe removed dangling snot from her nose.

“Sam,” Leroy commanded. “Get in front of her. I want you to video her face as she takes my cock.”

As I hastened to comply, he shouted another command, “Hey Princess, get your fucking head up and look straight at the camera. I want to capture the moment.”

Kayley’s expression was utterly vacant as she stared at my smart phone. I didn’t think she was even aware of that I was behind it, or who I was.

“Ready?” Leroy asked. He didn’t wait for an answer.

I watched Kayley’s face.

At first, there was only vacant exhaustion, her breathing had slowed, she was barely panting. Her features were slack, her mouth still shiny in the corner with drool, where she’d missed wiping, her eyes staring but not seeing.

Then, suddenly, she came into focus, or focus came into her. Her eyes opened, her mouth was no longer slack but now parting, lips pulling back. The muscles of her face tightened, and she raised her head. I knew that he’d begun to enter her, that she was feeling the intrustion of his rock hard organ. Her breath hitched and she gasped, throwing her head back. Her eyes opened so wide they almost bulged, her jaw opened, closed, opened wider. She took a deep breath, exhaled rapidly, blinked, which turned into a flutter of eyelids, and then wide open. Kayley gasped loudly.

“Ohh! Ohhh! OH HOLY FUCK!!!” she screamed as his cock barreled all the way deep inside her, splitting her open and bottoming her out. She began to rock back and forth wildly, not of any volition of her own, but simply flung back and forth like a rag doll by the sheer power of Leroy’s fucking. There was a loud “Smack!” as he slapped her ass, making her head swing wildly. Her whole body was in motion, hair, breasts, arms swinging with the force of his fucking. She lost her balance, face planted in the mattress, and he merely reached out, grabbed her hair and pulled her back into doggy style.

Wrapping his hand around and around, he tightened his grip on her hair, using it like reins to pull her hair back and make her spine arch as he ferociously pounded her hapless pattered cunt, pounding it to jelly. Kayley was completely gone, a toy for the end of his cock, only able to make grunting and gasping noises, and spurt random obscenities.

“Fuck, get over here Sam,” Leroy ordered. “The action’s at this end now.”

I climbed across the bed, using the video to take a profile view of him fucking Kayley with stunning brutality. His cock was like a battering ram, with each pull back, inches of shaft were exposed, and then he’d hammer it in so fast and hard it was like an explosion, flinging her around. Only his grip on her hair kept her in place. I panned a zoom close up of her face as he fucked her with ferocious, frantic strokes. She was gone, her mouth gaped like a fish, her eyes were wild and vacant. Whatever, whoever Kayley was had been fucked out of existence and now she was just clenching female meat wrapping itself around his cock.

“Look,” he demanded.

He slapped her ass again, hard. There were red handprints all over her ass cheeks, and outer thighs, one livid against a shoulder blade. He grabbed an ass cheek and pulled it open. I trained the smartphone between them, looking straight down between Kayley’s ass cheeks, as Leroy’s thick shaft pistonned her body to pieces at high velocity.

Leroy shoved his thumb all the way up her ass, unti it was gone. This brought a new sound, from Kayley, a new dimension of frantic exertion, as the stimulation of her body redoubled. She squirted uncontrollably, her juices splashing against his belly and balls. He grinned at that, enjoying her body’s eruption, but showing no mercy, neither slowing nor speeding his frantic pace and brutal lunges.

Instead, as she squirted, he spoke to me. “See this? This asshole. It’s fucking cherry, Sam, and I claim it. You had your chance for what, years, and you were too pussy. That’s gone, Sam. I own this, and next time, I’m popping this cherry. You’re going to watch and film that.”

The fuck was so insane and frantic, I had no idea what he was talking about, just pointed the video wherever he directed. I backed off, making sure I could get him and Kayley in frame. Sweat was coming off him in rivulets, his hair was plastered to his forehead, and his muscles shone. Kayley danced on the end of his cock, a thing with no will of its own.

He fucked her like a man possessed by demons, driven to give everything he had. No matter how awesomely hard he fucked, he seemed to keep driving harder. Sweat was flying, the room reeked of male virility and female rousal. The sounds were the endless slaps of their bodies, shockingly load, and the laboured breathing and gasping of the two of them.

He forced Kayley to another orgasm. I watched as her body struggled to go rigid, only to break and be overwhelmed by his thrusts. She cried out like a damned soul. And he simply fucked past that, dragging her along with his furious intensity.

Finally, I heard him growl. He lifted her up, his knee straightening, then pushed her forward onto her face. He let go her hair, grabbing her hips like with hands turned into two iron claws. His cock, almost a blur from his devastiing fucking, appeared to swell.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you I’m coming,” he roared and pounted Kayley with such wild convulsive thrusts she was flattened into the bed, squashed as yet another orgasm tore through her. But he wouldn’t stop, his thrusts became fewer, but more powerful, literally shaking the bed, until finally, there was just him, laying on her, his whole body a single tense, rigid mass, straining to push even a few more centimeters into her, to evacuate every last sperm, to breach her cervix and fill her to the brim with his semen.

It was over.

Suddenly, the silence was overwhelming. It was just the two of them panting, and I realized I’d been holding my breath again. I kept recording, not for any other purpose than that I’d been told to, and no one told me to stop. My cock was rigid, dripping precum, so swollen it almost felt like it was burning.

After perhaps five minutes, Leroy groaned and pulled himself off Kayley, rolling onto his back. After a moment or two, he rolled her onto her back, where her legs splayed open bonelessly. His come oozed from her ravaged hole. I zoomed in to get the shot between her thighs.

Leroy pulled himself up until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me. After a moment, he grinned.

“All right! Sam!” Leroy stood, turned to me and clapped me on the shoulder. “I’m going to give you something that no cuck ever receives: Just for you, buddy. A Turn!”

He waved at Kayley, laying there, sprawled bonelessly in bed, her laboured breathing slowly returning to normal, her expression blasted and empty, staring at nothing.

“She’s all yours, Buddy. Fuck her as hard as you can.”

My cock felt ready to explode, my long denied erection harder than it had ever been in my life. Harder even than it had become that morning, when I’d woken to find he’d been fucking her the entire morning through one silent orgasm after another while I slept, and I’d come to the realization that he was bigger, harder, better than I could ever be.

My level of excitement was off the charts. I was delirious with desire. Having spent what seemed like hours watching the woman I loved experiencing what was surely the greatest sex of her life, I was finally invited to have her, to make love to her, to possess her for my own. Suddenly, I was at this pinnacle of absolute elation and happiness, overwhelmed with eagerness.

Leroy shoved, and I lost balance momentarily, falling forward on top of her. But I caught myself immediately

Driven by pure urgency, my hips thrust with a frantic will of their own. My hard cock entered Kayley, and felt... nothing. She was wet, amazingly, slippery wet. But there was almost no pressure, no tension. The wetness even felt cold, her pussy held me loosely, indifferent. Here cunt was slack and loose, completely fucked out by Leroy’s big cock. Her body remained limp, her skin, covered with cooling sweat, felt cold, almost clammy.

“Fuck,” I whined, consumed by the urgency of finally being in her. I didn’t care that her exhausted hole felt like an empty slimy cavern, that it offered no pressure or resistance. I loved her passionately, and I was finally getting to fuck her the extreme excitement of being cucked. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

The feeling shook me, I’d never felt her this way before, so completely fucked out and ruined. Yet I couldn’t stop, after watching them engage in volcanic sex for what must have been hours, I couldn’t contain myself. Finally let loose, I humped into her like a madman, thrusting wildly and uncontrollably in her slack wet hole. There was no finesse, no rhythm, just frantic intensity.

Kayley didn’t react. She didn’t change expression, she didn’t even blink. Her breathing didn’t shift, but remained steady and even. She didn’t even look at me, her expression indifferent, or perhaps simply exhausted. Instead, she stared over my shoulder, up at Leroy. The only sign I was fucking her was the frenetic slapping of my hips against her mound, and the shaking of her body.

I was terrified, but somehow, uncontrollably excited by her indifference. I felt rejected, and yet, wild to try to reach her, to win a response, or even to simply have her notice. My thrusts accelerated, became frenetic. But Kayley didn’t even twitch. She didn’t even blink. Her body took my most extra vagant sexual fury... and gave back nothing. Not even acknowledgment. Her breathing did not change.

Suddenly, after barely minutes of fucking, if that, I felt lighting surge rapidly up my spine, my cock seemed to explode, my ejaculation came so sudden and fast and intense it was like a seizure. My body went spastic, I fucked into her so hard, her body was pushed several inches up the bed.

As fast as it had swept over me, the orgasm fled, leaving me feeling hallowed out, in a state of collapse. I went soft on her, all over her, as limp as she, panting like a small dog, consumed by futile exertion.

I felt it, experienced it, but the overwhelming intensity of the moment kept me from fully understanding. This was the greatest sexual experience of my life, and it was also a complete humiliation.

I had come harder, more urgently, more explosively than I ever had in my life. The fastest, most physically devastating orgasm of my existence. Kayley hadn’t even blinked. I trembled, part of me wanted to cry.

Kayley moved as I lay on top of her, I realized my weight was on her and lifted up. But before I could get off her, her arms wrapped around me. Instinctively, it turned into a mutual embrace. She kissed me.

“Hey?” her voice was warm, her eyes met mine. I think it was the first time since we’d moved into the bedroom that she’d looked at me.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, but she closed my apology with a kiss.

“It’s okay,” she said, “intense? Good?”

“I love you,” I whispered. “I always will.”

She smiled up at me tenderly. Her lips moved.

“I lo–”

“Hey hey,” Leroy said. There was the sound of a slap against Kayley’s thigh. “Enough of the mushy stuff. That’s for later.”

He fell forward heavily into the bed, beside us, the compression and rebound of the bedsprings bouncing all three of us and separating me and Kayley. He reached for Kayley, pulling her towards him. She crawled up into his arms, curling around him, laying her head across his chest.

For a moment, I wasn’t sure what to do. But then Leroy caught my eye. He grinned.

“Bring it in, Sam! Bring it in, you’re part of this too.”

With his invitation, I crawled up against Kayley, pressing myself against her back and hips. I think she twitched, her back flexed and thighs shifted to acknoweldge my presence. She was drenched in sweat, her skin slick and shiny.

I pressed my forehead against her back.

We were like those Russian Matroshka dolls, but reversed. Leroy was the big one, Kayley the middle one, curled up against him, I was the little one, curled up against her, the most remote and distant. But glad to be allowed to be part of them.

For a moment, the only sound was our breathing, slowly coming into synch.

“That,” Leroy said finally, his voice was practically glowing, “was fucking incredible. It was transcendant. I really think the three of us just connected on a transcendent level. It was amazing.”

Kayley and I mumbled agreement, both of us, in our own ways blasted into oblivion and barely comprehending the experience.

“Incredible,” I mumbled, exhausted and unstrung. That was the word for it.

I felt Kayley move, shifting position, and Leroy’s answering move, pulling her more tightly towards him, as she snuggled.

“So what do we do now?” she asked. She sounded so tired. I understood the feeling. I had never felt so emotionally and physically exhausted.

“Now,” Leroy said confidently. He always knew what to do or say. “We relax and enjoy the feeling. We let go.”

That’s how we fell asleep.

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I jerked awake in the middle of the night to the bed shaking, and the sounds of frantic fucking. Kayley was on her back, her legs wrapped around Leroy’s hips as he plunged into her like a jackhammer.

“Fuck it like you own it,” she groaned fiercely, over and over again, as he plowed her furrow hard.

As he pounded her into the bed, her arms would fly back. One of them kept hitting me. Was that what had woken me? That and the moaning and the grunting and the slapping bodies and the bed shaking.

“You want a real cock!” Leroy demanded.

“Fucking right I do,” she grunted back. “Fuck me. You own me, so fuck me.”

“Take it bitch,” he said.

“Your bitch!” she whispered. “I’m your bitch. I’m taking what you give me. All of it.”

“My bitch.”

She seemed to goad him on. They talked trash to each other, but whenever she went really raunchy it seemed to trigger him, pushing him to fuck her ferociously for up to a dozen or more savage pounding strokes before he slowed.

She was drenched in sweat, they both were, his forehead dripped onto her, their bodies ached of exhaustion, of strain and being pushed past limits. But Kayley’s eyes were firey and focused. Leroy bared his teeth as he fucked, ramming his cock with punishing force, making her grunt each time he bottomed out in her.

“I love your big cock,” she grunted. “Fuck me with it. Own me with it.”

“What about Sam,” he teased. “What about his cock?”

“I want your cock,” she spat. “Man cock, not some cuck dink.”

“Sam’s not-little cock? You don’t want his little dink?”

“Sam’s not small, but fuck it. I don’t care,” she whispered. “He’s a cuck now. His cock doesn’t matter.”

“What about his feelings?”

“Fuck his feelings, they’re as worthless as his cock.”

“You chose me,” he said. “You fucking begged me to take you from him.”

“Fucking right I did,” she snarled. “Now I’m begging you to fuck me.”

“I love you begging for my cock.”

“You like me begging for your cock,” she grunted. “Make me beg. I’m yours, make me beg.”

“You fucking whore,” he snarled, “you need cock. You love to spread your legs.”

“I am. I’m a whore, and I love spreading for you. I’m a whore for your cock.”

“Say it.”

“I need your big cock,” she said. “I need you to fuck me with it. I need to feel it.”

“What about Sam’s cock,” he grunted. “Do you feel that?:

He fucked her hard and steady for a long minute before she responded.

“Not like yours. He’s not big enough. Fuck Sam,” she said, “my cunt is yours now. I’m yours now. I want your big cock.”

“But Sam’s cock is ‘adequate’,” he teased her, there was a weird resentment in his voice, a fixation.

“Fuck that, and fuck adequate. If Sam was a man...,” she swore, “if his cock was adequate, he’d be fucking me right now. But he’s not, and it isn’t. So now he’s just a cuck and I belong to you.”

“What if he begs to fuck you,” Leroy whispered hungrily. “Would you fuck him if he begged? From now on, you should make him beg.”

“No!”

“No?”

“I’m not his any more,” she whispered. “Not after tonight....What he wants doesn’t matter. I don’t care if he begs me. He can go fuck himself.”

She looked up at him, there was something cold and ruthless in her look. Something angry born of exhaustion and frustration and submission. Her breath was uneven, the words bitten out in little gasps, but there was no mistaking the clarity or harshness in her foice

“If he wants to ... fuck me... he can beg you... I’ll do it then... That’s what you want... for him... to beg you to le him... fuck me... .Well Fuck him... He’ll have to... beg you... for my pussy...”

The word, this total redefinition of our relationship was like a sexual lightning bolt, it felt like I was being turned inside out. The sensation in my cock was electrical, savage, it felt like it was being skinned alive.

“Jesus!” Leroy swore suddenly, as if shocked. His expression shifted rapidly, for an instant, he seemed startled, and then immensely pleased, but just as quickly, it was replaced by a kind of startled ecstasy, as if his orgasm had come over him suddenly.

His mouth opened but no words came out, he thrust convulsively, breaking his own rhythm. I could almost see the lightning creeping up his spine. The energy stiffening his body.

“Fuck, fuck you. Come! Come for me you fucking whore,” he spat out, the words strained. They seemed to galvanize Kayley, that or the wild convulsive thrusting, the way his cock was swelling up inside her. As he barreled towards orgasm, I could see her being swept up and swept along.

My hand tightened around my cock, watching them, and my masturbation became furious. It felt like I was being caught up in a tidal wave of sexual energy shame and humiliation. Their bodies smashed together again and again, making loud wet smacking noises.

Suddenly, I was ejaculating, coming without permission, I couldn’t help it, the sexual energy was overwhelming. The backwash of their orgasms picked me up and flung me, my ejaculation so intense it was almost painful. I held back my cry in my throat, holding my hand over my cock head to catch and conceal the semen.

When it was over, Leroy laid flat and boneless on top of Kayley, panting like a dog. I could see, even in the darkness, a sheen of sweat all over him.

“Fuck,” he mumbled. Kayley lay crushed beneath him, sprawled out like a rag doll, struggling to breath under his weight. My transgression went unnoticed, it hadn’t mattered at all, in the fury of their orgasms.

After a moment, he rolled off her, stretching out. There was no cuddling, no holding. He just rolled onto his back, arms and legs loose. A minute or two later, he was snoring. Kayley was awake longer, albeit utterly exhausted, I could tell from her breathing, although she remained motionless and limp. I wanted to speak to her, to touch her, but it was as if I wasn’t even there. She didn’t even acknowledge my presence. Her breathing slowed, and I could tell she had drifted off.

I laid there, with my hand full of cold semen, dripping my own cum over my limp, useless genitals, overwhelmed again by the intensity I had witnessed. It almost felt like I’d watched a battle going on, although it wasn’t clear who had won. No, that wasn’t right. Leroy always won.

Leroy and Kayley sprawled out bonelessly in post-coital bliss, leaving me to contort myself to remain on the bed. But I couldn’t sleep, instead, I lay awake replaying the events of the night’s first sexual adventure, and now this one. I was intensely excited, but despite quiet frantic jerking, my limp penis remained unresponsive. I was well aware that my masturbation was prohibited, but I couldn’t help it, even as I was aware that my further effort to masturbate was a failure.

Although they had not rejected me on this round, my presence had felt useless. I’d had no purpose, they hadn’t even acknowledge me. They’d been completely consumed by their fucking, and it hadn’t seemed to matter to them whether I’d been there or not. Had they even noticed me? Were they aware I’d woken and watched and listened? Or had some of it been deliberately directed at me? Or had they just not cared at all whether I slept or woke, or whether I’d listened?

When had they started? I’d been unconscious. There must have been waking, one then the other. Quiet foreplay. I imagined Kayley, waking next to him, hand casually close to his naked cock. How many times had she done that with me? It was a favourite trick. Had she done it that night at Leroy’s? She denied it, but ...

I imagined her laying in bed with me and Leroy, toying with his, feeling it quicken, becoming aroused herself. Then, carefully sucking his cock, waiting for his eyes to open. Waiting for him to watch her and eventually take command. By the time his cock was ready, she would have been completely wet. Had I woken at the beginning, or had they built up to that intensity?

The exchanges between them were shocking, it had been as if they were fighting, some contest of wills too subtle for me to grasp. Leroy’s words came back to me, the rules he had given me. Kayley off limits. Give up control Surrender my sexuality.

But that was just role play. Right? Or was it just role play. Had we slipped across some boundary? Are these the rules of my life going forward? Maybe I wasn’t giving up enough? Would Leroy demand more concessions? What more? And would I? I pondered, but there are no answers in the dark night of the soul.

Eventually, I left the bed and retreated to the couch in the living room, where I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up for the second time in the middle of the night to find Kayley kneeling beside the couch, kissing me. She grinned and held her finger to her lips, motioning silence. I laid back, as she leaned over me, her hair brushing my face, as we traded sweet kisses, sometimes passionate, sometimes endearing. Her eyes were warm and loving.

Eventually, she made her way down my chest until she took my hard cock in her mouth, and went to work. I looked down at her, as she glanced up, our gazes met. Her eyes were merry and mischievous, and she slid all the way down my shaft. She teased my balls with one hand and other hand, palm flat, fingers splayed out, slid all over my stomach and chest.

To my shame, I didn’t last long. Five minutes, tops. Suddenly, I was coming like a rocket going off. I gritted my teeth, my muscles going rigid, my hips lifting way up off the couch. My bady wanted to thrash as she swallowed spurt after spurt of semen, and I gripped the arm of my couch with everything I had. A shout, a bellow of ecstasy tried to force it’s away out, and I clamped down on it with absolute intensity, struggling to be quiet.

After, I collapsed, drenched in sweat, boneless and sated. Kayley climbed onto the couch, cuddling against me. I turned on my side, as she snuggled her ass into my hips, her back into my chest, using my forearm as a pillow. I threw an arm protectively around her, and she caught it, kissing my palm. With her fngernail, she began drawing lines in my poem. As I drifted off to sleep, I understood what the lines represented - they were letters. L... O... V... E... U...

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I don’t know how long I slept, only to gradually wake to the sound of loud cries from the bedroom. Kayley was no longer snuggled up to me on the couch, and for a moment, I wondered where she’d gone, whether she would return.

Then the loud cries filtered into my awareness. The sound of flesh on flesh, a steady relentless slapping.

“Oh my god,” Kayley screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard, I need that cock in me!”

The flesh slapping sound was relentless. Kayley was being fucked hard. There was the sound of a loud slap, a cry of pleasure and surprise.

“Beg for it,” came Leroy’s voice.

“Please!” Kayley’s voice is almost frantic with desire.

“Who are you?” Leroy’s voice snarled.

“I’m nobody,” she gasped. “I’m yours. I’m your whore.”

“Who owns you?” he demanded.

“You do!” she cried out, rising towards orgasm. “You own me!”

“Believe it, bitch!” he commanded.

“Oh god!” Kayley whined. “Oh my god!”

“Yes!”

Shame washed over me, as I laid there listening to this superior man take my girlfriend for his own, reducing her to a willing possession. And yet, my cock was rampant once again. Almost against my own will, I was drawn, getting up from the couch, and walking to the bedroom doorway.

I stopped there in the doorway, naked, urgently hard, confused, as if waiting for some instruction. I reached down, holding my pathetic erection.

Leroy was fucking her doggy style, pounding her savagely from behind, to her desperate grunts and moans. Her face was in the pillows, turned away from me. Her arms were flung out.

Was he fucking her ass? No, not yet.

Leroy glanced at me, his look dropped for a second to register the erection in my hand. For a second, he had a twisted grin, and then he looked away, back to Kayley, seeming to ignore me completely after that.

I don’t know whether it was for my benefit, but he turned Kayley’s body away from me slightly. From this altered angle, I had an amazing view as his massive cock thrust relentlessy into her, his thick shaft disappearing again and again into her stretched, vanquished cunt. I could see her ass cheek ripple with each thrust, her belly and ribs heave as each breath matched the rhythm of his fucking. I could even see her toes flex as he fucked her, the interplay of muscles in her thighs and calves. As his cock rammed her brutally again and again, her whole body shook and reacted, the shockwave of each lunge going through her.

The only thing I couldn’t see was her face, it made it strange. The disembodied frantic voice, constantly grunting, moaning, begging and pleading for him to fuck her, the body shaking like rag doll with each thrust, both seemed Kayley and disconnected from her. It was as if he’d completely fucked out her identity entirely and reduced her to an object. A willing, eager, submissive, twitching object.

I became aware that my masturbation, a violation of the rules, had rapidly become frantic. Suddenly, helplessly, I was coming, struggling to stand, biting down on any sound, as lightning surged all the way up my spine and my cock seemed to explode. I stood paralyzed haplessly jerking, as I spurted and spurted.

My arousal was in overdrive, I seemed to have lost all self control. I stood there in the doorway, having spurted all over the carpet. Neither of them acknowledged my emission. They just kept on fucking.

I felt weak and uncertain. I leaned on the doorway for support, holding my dripping, rapidly deflating penis. I wasn’t sure what to do now? Retreat.

But I couldn’t. Although Kayley was angled away from me and couldn’t see me, I had a perfect view of her pussy as Leroy thrust into it. I could see his shaft, a gleaming, shining python, drenched with her pussy’s lubrication, disappearing into her now swollen and puffy pubes.

As if for my view the strokes become steadily longer, slower. The massive thick shaft fascinates me, it’s like a steel beam, a steam piston, smoothly invading her again and again, disappearing each time up to the hilt into her buckling, heaving body. Every time a thrust bottoms out in her, her back arches, her head lifts, she whimpers with pleasure. Again and again, he thrusted, bottomed in her, she would heave and whimper.

Kayley was no longer a person. She’d become an adjunct to the fucking machine that is his cock, overpowered by it, unresisting, yielding, opened, her existence redefined by the powerful erection that invades her, her identity abandoned to ceaseless motion of his relentless penetration. She’s gone, her only purpose, her only reason is to serve his cock.

From Kayley came a symphony, a load torrent of grunts and groans, of obscenities.

“Who owns you?” he demands.

“You do,” she replied, the sound was small and exhausted. He’s made the demand over and over, her answers are automatic, rote but deeply felt. “You own my cunt, You own me. You conquered me with your big cock, so you own me.”

“You like me owning you?”

“Fuck yes!” she moans.

“Take me!”

“Conquer me!”

“You broke me, I’m broken on your cock.”

Finally, he comes with a roar. Kayley pathetically begging him to shoot his load, to claim her once again. To fill her body with his seed, so that she’s occupied territory. I didn’t see him ejaculate, his cock is buried deep inside her as she begged for every drop of his semen. But there was no doubt.

If she wasn’t on birth control, she’d be pregnant by him, I think. The thought makes my cock swell.

Completely used, utterly spent, Kayley lays face down, sprawled out like a rag doll, a pupped with all its strings cut. She moans and sighs, but mostly she pants like a dog, rasping for breath. Her ass is gorgeous, her body is gorgeous. In the faint light from the window, she almost glistens. A layer of sweat. She’s totally exhausted, he’s worn her out. He wins again.

Leroy glances at me, he smiles, as if he’s on the verge of laughing. But then his gaze sweeps away, as if I barely registered at all. He flops down on Kayley, pressing her into the mattress. She gives a ‘whoof’ as the air is forced out of her.

He moves, she curls into him. I listen to her breathing deepen and become regular as she goes to sleep. I know after that pounding, that she won’t be coming to visit me in the night, and won’t be cuddling with me on the couch.

I feel like an idiot standing there in the doorway. More than that, I feel like a creep. I go back to the couch. From the bedroom, my former bedroom, comes the sound of faint snoring. I feel ashamed, like I shouldn’t even have been watching them this time. And embarrassed, and humiliated, and even a little sick to my stomach.

I have this absolute certainty that she went back to him from the couch, because I’d been so utterly unsatisfying when she’d come to me. I hadn’t been able to give her what she wanted or needed, so after letting me drift off, she’d gone back to him, to real satisfaction. And he’d fucked her the way she wanted, the way she needed. He’d fucked her to the point of exhaustion, wrung her out body and soul like a wet rag.

Unlike the other times tonight, that hadn’t been for us. That had been for her. I hadn’t even been meant to watch.

And despite all the roiling emotions, the terrors of inadequacy, the guilt and confusion, my cock was irresistably hard. I masturbated on the couch, coming all over my hand.

Then I laid down and tried to sleep. I think I dreamed, the dreams were all sex and humiliation, desire and failure.

&&&

It was morning when I woke. I could tell by the light of dawn streaming through the window. From the cries coming from the bedroom, I could tell that Leroy is fucking Kayley again. The man is a machine, utterly unstoppable. I wondered if he’d simply fucked her all night. It felt like it.

My cock was rigid once again, triggered by the sound of them. But the rest of me was bone weary. I felt exhausted, as if I’d run some kind of marathon.

Once again, compelled by the sound of their bodies slapping, by Kaley’s cries of ecstasy, I wend to my bedroom, to stand in the doorway, watching their naked bodies go at it.

This was the fourth time I’d woken up to Leroy fucking my girl.

Kayley’s head turned towards me, our eyes made contact, her mouth opened to speak. Then Leroy grabbed her hair, turning her head back to look at him. His mouth descended on hers, her jaws parting, as he claimed her with his tongue. The kiss rolled on and on.

Finally, it broke. Leroy arched his back, shoulders flexing, he thrust hard, spilling moans from Kayley’s helpless lips. His face turned to me.

“Hey sport!” he said cheerfully. “We didn’t wake you, did we? Don’t mind us. Tell you what, I’m going to be finished soon. Why don’t you head to the kitchen and get started on breakfast.”

He grinned at me, and then turned back to Kayley. Her head had tilted to me while Leroy was speaking, but anything she might have said is swept away with his kiss and the savage thrust of his cock into her willing body.

I realized I’d been dismissed.

I remained a moment, my erection in my hand, and then embarrassed, as if I no longer had the right to watch, I retreated. I’d been given a task, it seemed, another humiliation.

Still listening to them, they were so noisy it was impossible not to. There was something disorienting and surreal about it. Was this the new normal? The memories of the night-time sex, both of him taking her in those intervals after we’d gone to sleep, and her cuddling on the couch with me, had they happened? In the light of the morning, they seemed savage and unreal. I had no doubt that it had happened, but how real had it been? How real the word? It was just sex talk, right?

I went to the kitchen. With each slap, with each grunt or sigh or groan, with each harsh word from Leroy and broken pleading from Kayley, I could perfectly visualize exactly what they were doing. It was overpowering.

Holding hard onto the kitchen counter, I masturbated furiously, more ashamed of myself with each stroke. My mind was awash with the sounds of their fucking, knowing what was going on, but words and images from the whole previous night boiled through me, almost climbing over each other for attention, overwhelming me. But it worked. I ejaculated all over the kitchen floor, bent over, gasping for breath. But at least now the relentless images and memories, the sounds and sexual intensity had faded. I’d found the clarity to do what I’d been told.

Washed and wiped my hands, and then, naked and pathetically limp, I set about making breakfast. I couldn’t compete with Leroy, I decided. The best thing to do was to stay basic - bacon, eggs, toast, I sliced up a tomato.

The sound of fucking had reached a crescendo and ceased. So he was human after all. They remained in the bedroom, whispering as I worked.

I was just setting the table as Leroy and Kayley came out of the bedroom, sweaty, disheveled, but satisfied. She smiled at me. Shyly I smiled back. Leroy came half way out, looked at me, and went back to the bedroom, returning wearing boxer shorts. Kayley and I glanced at each other. She shrugged.

Leroy sat, Kayley followed him. I noticed he adjusted her chair so that she sat nearer to him, their knees touching.

“So what have we got?” Leroy asked, as I deposited the plates and sat down. He eyed my breakfast critically. There was an overwhelming sense of normality. Just three people sitting down for breakfast together.

“Not bad,” he conceded. “But wait, don’t touch anything.”

He got up, went into the kitchen and poked around in the fridge for a moment. “Kayley,” he called, “where do you keep the spices and seasonings.”

“Second cabinet from the stove,” she said. We looked at each other, and she adjusted her chair to be more central.

Leroy pulled a bowl from the dishes, did something that clattered, and then came bustling out with a couple of condiments and spices, some lettuce, a jar of mayo and the bowl, now with green mush in it. He grabbed Kayley’s plate, moving swiftly and methodically, laying lettuce on the toast, smearing a thin film of mayo, then condiments and spices, then the bacon, another layer of mayo smeared lettuce and the other toast on top. All this within seconds.

“Ideally,” he said as he worked, “we’d use cream cheese, the good kind, and maybe a different mix. But you know, you use what you got. The trick is to always go light. That’s what a lot of restaurants don’t get. Food is a balancing act, you always want to be delicate.”

He passed Kayley back her plate. “Eat up,” he told her.

He looked up at me. “Sam. Your plate?”

I handed my breakfast over, and watched as he efficiently and without any apparent thought or effort, turned my breakfast into some kind of fancy European sandwich.

“Oh shit!” Kayley said, chewing. “This is really good, Sam.”

Leroy smiled, handing me back my sandwhich and going to work on his breakfast plate. Reluctantly, I picked it up and bit in. Leroy paused to watch me eat. It was good, it was really fucking good. I nodded. He grinned at me, and then tucked in.

“Wow,” he said, “that was a fucking night or what? Your girl wore me out, Sam, I swear my cock is raw.”

He paused. “Or should I say ‘my girl’ now.”

He laughed.

“Just kidding. It’s over, we’re finished, and frankly after that intensity, it’s a relief to get back to normal. Kayley’s all yours, Sam. You too are made for each other.”

“Yeah,” Kaylay said. Under the table where Leroy couldn’t see, her hand found my knee. Not sexy, but protectively. “I’m all his, and he’s all mine.”

Somehow, that broke the tension, that had started to build, and we all relaxed into small talk for a moment, talking about our plans for the day. To our relief, Leroy seemed to have things on the go, so he had no inclination to stick around.

“Honestly,” he said, “I wasn’t even planning to stay the night. But there’s something wonderful about you two. It was an amazing night. We accomplished so much.”

He paused.

“So, Sam,” he said, staring directly at me, “you are officially a cuckold now. Definite. Past the point of no return. How do you feel about that?”

Caught by surprise, I was momentarily speechless.

“Uhm... Okay?” I mumbled. “It was... uhh... it was a lot to take in.”

He nodded carefully, searching my face.

“All right,” he said. “Let me ask you: Was it sexy? Were you aroused? Did you come hard?”

I blushed hard.

“Oh yes. Definitely. It was uhm... volcanic. I just felt... It was intense! I came really hard, every time, even... Even, you know, not actually... just touching.”

Leroy nodded.

“It’s a psychological eroticsm, much more than physical,” he said. “It’s an incredibly intense eroticism. Very powerful stuff.”

He reached across the table.

“Sam,” he said, “take my hand. I’m going to ask you a question. I want you to answer as honestly as you can.”

I nodded and took his hand.

“All right.”

“Sam,” Leroy asked, “are you okay?”

Kayley was looking back and forth between us.

I blinked, and thought hard.

“I don’t know,” I said finally. “I think so.”

He nodded.

“Sam,” he said, “what you’ve gone through is an extremely emotionally and sexually powerful experience, and you’re still processing it. I’m going to tell you this. You’re doing fine, and you’re going to be okay. Trust me.”

“All right.”

“You and me,” he said, making a gesture. “We’re going to get together this week, all right? We’re going to go and do guy stuff, we’re going to have some beers, we’re going to talk it out. I’m going to help you process it, so you feel okay, so you feel good.”

Kayley watched us.

“All right,” I said.

He smiled and reached across, and clapped me on the shoulder.

“Got your back, buddy,” he said. “Brothers!”

“Okay,” Kayley said dryly. “While you’ve got all this male bonding going on, I’m going to shower and get dressed.”

She pushed herself up from the table to head to the bathroom. As she passed, Leroy caught her, wrapping his hands around her naked thigh. He pulled her in for a kiss. My heart skipped a beat, and my cock hardened under the table, as she melted into the kiss, rubbing against him. I saw his hand move up her thigh. Her whole body jolted as his fingers slid up inside her.

“I thought,” she said, her voice sultry, but I could sense an undercurrent of something else, “that we weren’t playing cuckold any more?”

His fingers were still inside her.

“Yeah,” he said. “But I just love your pussy. I’ll play with it every chance I get.”

Her expression lightened mischievously.

“You’re bad,” she teased, and moved to go. But he held her.

“Hey,” he said indicating me, “Sam needs some love too.”

“Oh right,” she smiled and turned, bending forward over the table towards me. I could clearly see between her legs, Leroy’s fingers deep in her. As she leaned towards me, she trembled, and I knew his thumb had penetrated her ass.

I raised myself up from the table, moving my face towards hers.

“My love,” she whispered, her expression flickered as Leroy moved his fingers, but her lips pursed.

“Sweetheart,” I whispered. We kissed, lips pressing together briefly. Then she was pulled away.

“Okay,” Leroy grinned, releasing her pussy. “Now go get yourself cleaned up, dirty girl.”

She punched him lightly and scampered off, the bathroom door closing behind her. Leroy stretched and relaxed.

“That was my big surprise,” he said, nodding towards the bathroom.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“I knew you were into it, Sam, although it’s a journey for you. You want it, but you have to come to terms with it,” Leroy said. “I understand.”

He looked at me.

“But Kayley?” He lifted his eyebrows. “Holy fuck. She took to it like a duck to water. She loved it. You got doubts, second thoughts, I respect that. But she just went for it, committed totaly, no looking back. She’s fucking into it,” he told me. “She’s crazy into it.”

“What?” I asked.

“You saw her, you herd her. It wasn’t a role play. You can’t fake it like she did. It was genuine. She’s into it,” he leaned forward, almost whispering. “She was crazy into it. Submitting to a bull. Cucking you, especially cucking you, the whole cuckold thing. She didn’t hold back at all. I had to struggle to keep up, she fucking took it and ran with it, man. She wouldn’t stop pushing. I had to rein her in or she would have gone a lot harder on you.”

“I was ready to quit the role play when we finished last night,” he said. “You saw that. ‘It’s over. Come sleep with us, Sam.’ That was me. She wouldn’t stop, even in the middle of the night. I woke up with her mouth on my cock, and I could see she’s still in the mode. Twice! And again this morning. She wouldn’t let the role play go! I had to talk to her while you were in the kitchen, to get her to ease up.”

“Kayley?” I asked.

“Did you know?” he asked with apparent sincerity. “Did you know how much she was into it? This much? It’s real for her.”

“Uhm...” I said, confused. “No. We just kind of started.”

“The flirting with strange men,” he said reflectively. “Fucking random guys in bars. I guess it adds up in hindsight. She was working towards it. But fuck, last night... holy shit! All the way, man, all the way to the end. No hesitation. No looking back. No second guessing. The minute we started, she went total nuclear.”

I was trying to go over everything, thinking about all the games we’d played, the encounters with Leroy and Derek. Was there something? Maybe?

“She never talked to you about it? Cuckolding?”

“No!”

He leaned back.

“Hmmm,” he said. “She wasn’t ready to talk to you about it then. Interesting. Maybe she’s still not ready. There’s something going on there with her? But fuck, I guarantee you, she’s crazy for it. After last night, I know it... And you know it too.”

“I uhhh...” I began. “I don’t know what to say.”

He made a dismissive gesture.

“Don’t say anything,” he said. “Just let her feel her way. Whatever is going on with her, when she wants to talk about it, she will. In the meantime, just let her follow her urge.”

“You and I can talk about it when we get together,” Leroy promised.

Kayley came out of the shower, naked, towelling her hair.

“You guys talking about me?” she asked, heading into the bedroom.

“We’re talking about all sorts of things, Princess,” Leroy called to her, as she vanished into the bedroom. He looked at me, and shook his head.

“Just kind of talking about things,” I said. “Not about you.”

Leroy nodded.

“Likely story,” Kayley called from the bedroom. “Hey Leroy, you want me to bring your clothes out?”

“Nah,” he laughed. “I’ll go get them myself.”

“I’ll bring them out,” she said.

He nodded meaningfully at me.

“We’ll talk,” he said softly.

“Yes,” I agreed.

&&&

“He’s gone, finally,” Kayley sighed heavily, she plopped into the loveseat next to me.

It’s funny, we have a good sized couch you can stretch out on. But when we’re alone together, we always gravitate to the loveseat to cuddle.

“You know, it’s like he’s exhausting. When he’s around, he’s magnetic, charismatic, he just draws you in. But when he finally leaves. It’s a relief.”

“Well,” I said diplomatically, “one of you got worn out last night. But yeah, you’re right. He soaks up a lot of energy.”

“So,” Kayley said thoughtfully, “are you going to put on clothes?”

I shrugged.

“Eventually.”

She eyed me speculatively, the corner of her mouth quirked upwards a bit.

“You know,” she said. “If you’re feeling submissive, I have a ball gag you could wear. A couple of options actually. Red and black, and lipstick to go with both. You could take your pick.”

Embarrassingly, my cock stirred. Kayley noted it and casually wrapped her hand around it. It was kind of fucked up, I was getting constant erections, recovering within minutes. But actual fucking was over in minutes. I was too hyper-stimulated.

“I dunno,” I said. “The one without teeth marks. But ... I’m not really feeling subbish. Just relaxed and low key. It’s like you were saying, I feel drained.”

She cuddled up against me, her hand on my half-hard cock. Her body felt good against mine, not in a sexual, but in a deeply affectionate way. I find I’m happiest when we’re touching, even if it’s just holding hands.

I took a deep breath and let it out.

“We had a conversation,” she said, “after fucking this morning, while you were making breakfast.”

My expression didn’t change, but I could feel my heart freezing.

She sighed.

“I think we’ll need to talk more about what went on with him, things we liked, things we didn’t, what worked, stuff like that... But at least he seemed open.”

“Good to know,” I said. I wasn’t nearly so organized. I think the experience was too overwhelming, too out there for me to have any coherent thoughts about what I’d liked or didn’t like.

“I have some important questions for you,” she said. “He wanted me to ask. But I want to know too.”

I nodded.

“Okay,” I said, “shoot. I’ll try my best.”

“Did you enjoy it?” she said. “Did you love it?”

I flashed on Leroy’s words while she was in the shower. Was she asking for me? Or was she asking for her? Did she really want to know how I felt? Or did she want an answer that would make her feel happy?

I examined my conflicted feelings.

“I definitely reacted, sexually,” I said carefully. “I was incredibly turned on, I mean it was crazy how hot it was. And even when I was just jerking off, the orgasms were fucking intense. I felt like a bystander or... A helper... for a lot of it, but most of the time, it was so hot, that didn’t matter.”

I stared at the ceiling.

“It was like ... being in an earthquake. The whole world is shaking, and even if you’re just there, you’re in it.”

She was watching me carefully. She’d been incredibly into it, Leroy had said, had committed totally. That was definitely true, she’d been more vocal than she’d ever been with me. There’d been moments, watching her, when she’d been completely abandoned, in complete surrender.

“You were ethereally beautiful when Leroy was fucking you, there had been an amazing visual energy, a radiance coming off you, a sheer beauty and perfection that left me breathless. I could watch you take a cock forever. You were just so wild, your pleasure and your enthusiasm, it took my breath away. You were amazing, louder and wilder than I’d ever seen you. I loved that.”

She smiled.

But there had been the denial of intimacy that I hungered for, that was a part of our relationship. As much as I’d longed to touch her, to feel her, to be in her, that had been denied. Instead, another had touched her, felt her, entered her. Following behind that had been feelings of loneliness, of inadequacy, of emasculation. Did I need to tell her that? Did I need to talk about that with her? Would it spoil the happiness of it, for her?

The experience had been... bittersweet.

“You looked like you were really into it yourself,” I said.

She looked away and laughed.

“Role play.”

“Intense role play,” I said. “There were moments...”

“It felt real,” she finished. “And intense. Yeah. The sex was fucking real. But...”

Her voice trailed off.

Kayley had had the greatest sex of her life, from a man whose cock was dramatically bigger than mine, who was far more talented bed in every way.

“Well,” she laughed, “I enjoyed myself. But this is about you.”

She loved me, I knew that, but she craved him. She would keep on craving him, no matter what. I had to accept the fact that I was second best to the love of my life. She needed Leroy to make her happy.

“You can tell by the number of times I got off, just by watching.” I counted up. “I think I came five or six times in all, including on the couch. Thank you for that one by the way.”

“You’re welcome. So you liked it?”

“Loved it,” I smiled at her, making sure to bury all my insecurities. This wasn’t about my insecurities. This was about her excitement and happiness, and I wasn’t going to spoil that by laying my emotional garbage on her.

“What were the best parts?” she asked. “Worst parts?”

“I honestly don’t know what to say to that,” I said. “It was overwhelming.”

“That thing in the parkade,” she said. “That shocked me. That he would do that to you. That you would do it. That you were so hard then.”

“That was fucked up,” I agreed quickly, not wanting to really talk about it.

“He wants to do it again,” she said. “Not a regular threesome like we had before. The cuckold thing.”

Translation: Kayley wanted to do it again. Leroy hadn’t said anything to me about doing it again. He seemed to want an ... assessment, first. He seemed to want to be careful. But Kayley had jumped in with both feet, I’d seen it myself, and Leroy had admitted it.

She wanted it. She just didn’t want to push me into it, if I wasn’t sure.

I wasn’t at all sure about it. But I was always sure about her. If this was what she needed...

“Sure,” I said. “I can get behind that.”

“You don’t seem eager?” she probed.

“I’m recovering from the experience,” I said. “It was incredible, but exhausting. What’s the time frame.”

“Leroy suggested a couple of weeks?”

Translation: Kayley was suggesting a couple of weeks.

Impulsively, I turned and kissed her passionately, just to let her know I loved her unconditionally. These games weren’t necessary. If this is what she wanted... I was in. As for doubts and second thoughts, reservations and lingering shame. I’d talk that over with Leroy. No need to dump this bullshit on her.

“That sounds terrific,” I said, when the kiss ended.

We both looked down. Somehow along the way, my cock was fully hard all over again.

“Well,” she said, “look at that! I guess you really are into it.”

Convincing me? Or convincing herself?

I shrugged mentally. Maybe I was! Who knew for sure? My head was a little bit messed up. Or maybe it was just the lingering hyper-arousal. Or maybe it was simply the fact that the woman I loved more than anything in the world had my cock in her hand.

“You know what,” she said, stroking my cock in both hands. “He had an ask. I think he wanted it to be an order, but fuck that, it’s a request.”

“Oh?”

“He asked me not to allow you to fuck for twenty four hours after he left. He made me promise.”

“When did he leave?” I asked casually.

“Ten Thirty Seven exactly,” she said, giving herself away. “I checked the clock.”

“What do you think of that?” she asked.

Translation: What did she want me to think of that? Was this from her, or from Leroy. I thought they might have talked about it. Maybe. But I had the sense that, given just how much and how obviously, she’d been into it maybe she didn’t quite want to let it go. Maybe some kind of private experimenting, just the two of us, without his overbearing presence? Or just climbing down gradually?

My cock, traitor, throbbed hard in her hand.

“Wow,” I said, my heart racing, my stomach was doing flip flops. I could see the excitement and enthusiasm in her eyes, the joyfulness that seemed to radiate off her. She was luminous.

She was definitely into it, I decided. Playful.

Twenty-four hours? I moaned mentally. The enforced chastity was frustrating, and exciting, and terrifying, all three at once. But it was only a day.

“Well, you just said you promised,” I said.

“Yes,” she said, not looking at me. She was stroking me, harder than ever.

“I wouldn’t want you to break a promise,” I told her.

She looked up at me. Definitely playful, her eyes were merry.

“You didn’t promise anything?” she asked thoughtfully. “While you were talking when I was in the shower? There were no commitments?”

“Nope,” I said. “But if you promised...”

She looked down at my cock, stroking it, then up at me. She snuggled harder, keeping a good grip on it. There was something kittenish.

“The promise was just no fucking. That’s all. That leaves all kinds of loopholes,” she said. “Oral sex, for instance. All kinds of oral sex!”

I nodded.

“And teasing, and stroking, fondling, licking, cupping, caressing, full body massage,” there was a hungry cheerfulness in your voice. “I could deep throat, suck and lick and swallow, bring you to the peak over and over. We could edge. You could spend the whole day going down on my beaten up pussy the way I love... and it’s really beaten up! Fuck, but he pounded me! It needs some TLC! So much TLC!”

She leaned forward and kissed me. I grinned, relaxing. Whether we were just fooling around, or extending the cuckolding, she was talking fun.

“And we can take showers together,” she said. “Proper showers, like we should have been doing all along.”

Her head dropped. I felt her lips on the lip of my cock.

She raised up her head to look directly at me.

“I’m talking anal sex, dummy!”

“I got that,” I said, “euphemism. I know what that is!”

“Good!” She smiled brightly, and dived like a bird of prey. Suddenly, the head of my cock was in her mouth, and it was breathlessly glorious. There was a moment, when the shock of it almost made me explode, and then it passed and I was still hard.

I threw my head back and laughed out loud from sheer happiness. Sure the cuckolding thing was fucked up and bizarre. But so what? Wherever she wanted to go, I’d happily follow her. We loved each other more than anything and nothing could change that. And when you love someone like that, nothing else matters.

We lasted a little over nine hours before we broke the promise. But it was an amazing fun nine hours. And nine more hours of amazing fun after.