#cuck storm horizon

And then he took the most sacred symbol-our marital bed-and fucked my wife in it. Mike had humiliated me in front of my own wife. He took the most precious thing in the world to me-my wife’s pussy-and fucked it as his own.

I woke up on the sofa in a hangover haze. I saw Ashley’s dress over the foot of the sofa and realized there were sounds coming from the bedroom. It was 5:15.
I knew what was happening as I walked back up to the bedroom. I could hear the bed creaking. Ashley was moaning, “Oh God.”
It was all too obvious. I was listening to my wife getting fucked. I heard Ashley’s voice as I sat in the hallway by my bedroom door. “Oh God, Mike, oh yeah, Mike.”

I imagined Jim Murta talking to me. …

“I might just be fucking your wife tomorrow, Dave, in the bar’s men’s room, and there’ll be nothing you can do about it. You won’t cock-block me any more than you did the last time, when your knocking on the bathroom door didn’t stop me. This time, the door will be open, and I’ll let you watch. I’ll tell you to stand back as I fuck your wife. I’ll give you the finger right to your face as I spew a big fat load of my seed inside your precious wife’s pussy. That’s how I’ll top it off, bitch, that’s the cherry on top I’ve got for you, telling you to go fuck yourself as I sperm up Ashley’s pussy, as you stand there, scared and fucking speechless.”

I imagined Jim Murta talking to me. …

“I heard about the talks you’ve had with Ashley. Tamara told me everything, how you asked if I was ‘bigger.’ Maybe someday you’ll see my cock, Dave, as it goes inside your wife; then you’ll really see how much bigger, and you’ll get to see how a real man fucks Ashley. You’ll get to watch as your wife cums with my Jim Murta cock inside her. And this time, I’ll be giving her more than two, I’ll be giving her multiples. I’ll hold off seeding your wife until she’s fully satisfied. Not like your 'Mr. Three Pumps and Done’-Tamara told me about that-too funny. You’ll get to see the kind of fuck from a real man’s cock she craves and needs. …

I imagined Jim Murta talking to me.

“So you’re really not going to puss out this time, Dave? It sure will be fun to see you squirm as I look you straight in the eye and shake your hand. And others will get a kick out of that as well-seeing Ashley’s chump husband trying to stumble through small talk with me. I’ll be thinking of how hot your wife looked with her blowjob lips around my cock when you knocked.
"So I hear you know that Ashley’s forgiven me, that all’s now good between us. I sweet-talked your wife, and we kissed and made up-oh not literally, yet-but she was so horny for my big cock that night. It’s only a matter of time, bro, before she’s grinding her married pussy on it again …

“I’m OK with it, Ash” I said, as I took a big gulp of my martini. “Can I ask you one question, though?”
“Sure, of course.”
“I mean about that night, at the party-”
“Yeah?”
“It’s nothing, really, no big deal, but I was just wondering, and I want to be able to talk openly about anything and everything and communication is key-”
“OK?”
“I was wondering, I mean if you don’t mind telling me, but at the party, I mean with him, did you have an orgasm that night?”
Ashley look startled at first. Then she took my hand and said, “Wow, really, do you really want to know?”
I nodded affirmative.
“Yes, I did.”
I looked away, then back at her, before asking, “Was it intense?”
“Well, given that I had two, you could say that.”

“I was on my knees, my tits out in front of him, and I had his cock in my mouth when you knocked. After Tamara sent you upstairs, I went to town on Jim’s big, fat, beautiful cock. Does that upset you?”
“No Ashley, I was just wondering.”
“Then I took his balls in my mouth and swirled my tongue around as his cock throbbed against my face. I wanted to make that cock utterly rock hard, do you know why, Dave?”
“Why, Ashley?”
“Because I wanted it good and ultra hard for when he fucked me.”

I’d open communication by simply talking about it again. I wanted to get a better sense of where her head was at. Was it a fluke thing or did the experience still resonate? I still wanted to know more about that night, like what was going on when I knocked, but I’d feel awkward asking for details and they wouldn’t be useful going forward, anyway. But sitting in the bathroom at home, I thought about her potential answer to that question.
“Yes of course I knew it was you knocking, Dave-we all knew it was you, when you said ‘hello.’ What was I doing when you knocked? Do you really want to know?”
“Yes, Ashley, I was just curious.”
“I was sucking on Jim’s big fat cock, Dave.”
I imagined coughing, maybe spilling my drink a little.
“Pardon?”
“I was on my knees, my tits out in front of him, and I had his cock in my mouth when you knocked. After Tamara sent you upstairs, I went to town on Jim’s big, fat, beautiful cock. Does that upset you?”
“No Ashley, I was just wondering.”

I reminded myself of the fun, normal time we’d had yesterday, the way she had leaned into me in the cab the other night, the way nothing seemed to have changed.
But … The motherfucker fucked my wife in a ratty little bathroom, with people-including her own husband-right outside.

…

I thought of her knowing Jim Murta’s sperm was inside her pussy as we took a cab ride home together, and suddenly came

“It’s still got a few inches to go, Ashley, but it will all be in you soon.”
“Oh my God.”
“Oh yeah, Ashley, it’s going all the way inside you.”
Jim Murta was off to the races now. He was getting his Jim Murta fuck on.
“Oh hell, yeah,” Tamara might egg them on, “ride that big fat cock.”
“Shh,” Ashley might whisper, “David’s outside.”
“Fuck David,” Jim would reply as his cock pumped deep inside her.
“Oh my God, I’m about to cum.”
“Say ‘Fuck David,’ Ashley.”
“Fuck David.”
“Say 'Fuck David, fuck my husband.’ ”
“Fuck … oh God. Fuck Dave … David … fuck my husband.”

“Yeah,” Tamara would break in, “after you admitted to your husband that another man fucked you, yeah? He asked what?”
“He asked if he was bigger.”
“That is too funny,” Tamara would laugh. “Tell me, how did Dave say it?”
“He stammered and sweated and then asked if he had a bigger penis.”
Tamara would have a belly laugh over that one.
“Were you honest with him? Did you tell him ‘Oh fuck yeah he was bigger’?”
“Of course not. I couldn’t tell Dave that. I just told him that he was.”
“Did you tell him how much of a better fuck he was?”
“I didn’t rub it in by going into specifics.”
“I know, you’re so nice,” Tamara would say. “So, how did Dave react when he learned his cock in no way measured up?”
“He quickly changed the subject.”

I looked down at the floor and said, “You know, his penis… was it bigger than mine?”
She waited for my eyes to get back off the floor.
“He was… wasn’t he?” I asked.
Ashley looked pained, as though having to tell a kid the truth about Santa Claus. “Yeah” she said.
“How much bigger?”
The way I blurted out the question caused her to laugh slightly.
“Just bigger, OK,” she replied.

“One last thing,” I said, trying to sound dispassionate. “He used a condom, right? I mean, did you hear if he used a condom?”
Craig hesitated before saying, “No.”
“No, you didn’t hear?”
“No, I heard he didn’t.”
“He didn’t?”
“I heard he did not.”
“He didn’t use a condom. He finished inside her?”
Craig looked at me, treating it like a rhetorical question, saying nothing.
“So he did?”
“I’m sorry, Dave.”
He was giving me that pitying look like the last time.

“But I was just curious, about that rumor. When they were having sex, did you hear if it was interrupted or did he complete it?”
Craig looked at me inquisitively. “What do you mean?”
“I mean did he complete the act? Having sex with her? It wasn’t stopped in the middle?”
“Um, yeah, no, I don’t think it was stopped in the middle.”

Was his cock in Ashley’s mouth when I’d knocked? They’d stay motionless for a moment, Jim’s hand on Ashley’s hair, his cock in her mouth. Perhaps Jim had shoved it in even farther and held it there at the sound of my voice. Then Tamara had shooed me upstairs, and he’d given her the green light to go back to sucking-sucking the cock that was about to fuck her.

Tamara was probably more aware of how happy or unhappy my wife was in our marriage than I was. She was no doubt privy to things about Ashley that I was not. Could Ashley be telling her about our sex the prior night?
“How premature is ‘premature’?” Tamara would ask.
“Um, I don’t know” Ashley might tell her, “about thirty seconds.”
Tamara would burst out laughing.

They all would have known I had knocked on the door. I pictured Ashley crying “Oh God” and Jim French-kissing her, as his cock went all the way inside. And from that point on, Jim Murta was now fucking my wife. I thought of Ashley’s tits bouncing with each pump and thrust from his cock.
I thought of Tamara looking on, encouragingly.
Ashley was getting full-throttle fucked with her clueless husband right outside. I thought of people talking about it afterwards.
Jim Murta balled Ashley Martens …
He dicked Dave’s wife …
In a bathroom at the party …
He nailed her …
He banged her …
Jim boned Ashley …
With her own husband right outside …
Goddammit Jim Murta …
You fucked my wife …
You fucked my Ashley …