Whispers at Walmart
It was my idea, but afterward I tried to pull the plug. It was only after I saw how happy it made her, I learned to enjoy the humiliation and Jealousy of a cuckold.
“Oh, God. Yes, yes, fuck it, fuck it hard,” I heard my wife whisper in muffled tones as I stood outside the dressing room, listening to her fuck a guy at Walmart
My heart raced as I stared at the clothes hanging on the racks, trying to keep a semblance of normalcy. I could feel the blood rushing to my face, the jealousy boiling in me, threatening to erupt. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh, the muffled cries of pleasure and occasional moans of pain filled my ears, drowning out the background noise of the shopping center.
I clenched my fists, feeling the bite of my wedding ring against my skin, and willed myself to remain calm. This wasn't the first time we'd done this. We had met Jerome online, on tinder. He’d been her first bull. It was all very exotic, and erotic. The contrast of her skin against his. He fucked her like a machine. Like he was fucking her now. I can feel the partition of the dressing room shake.
My wife’s moans become more frenzied, punctuated by a series of agonized cries. I can’t believe what I’m hearing, but there it is: my wife is getting it hard and deep by another man, the temptation to peek was just too hard to resist.
The adrenaline pumping through my veins was starting to cloud my judgment. I knew I had to act fast, I peered through the crack.
The sight of another man fucking my wife, hearing them both moan and gasp in pleasure, was a strange mixture of emotions. On the one hand, I was turned on by the situation; on the other, I was filled with an intense jealousy that was threatening to consume me.
Her back arched as his fingers dug into my wife's flesh as he thrust into her with a primitive, animalistic force. Her eyes were closed, her mouth draped in a thin line of pain and pleasure, as she took every thrust from his massive cock. The sight of my wife being used like this, like a mere plaything, made my blood boil and my cock throb.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene before me. The way her hips gyrated, matching his rhythm, the way she grinned when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. It was like watching a work of art, and I was transfixed. Her voice was hoarse, pleading as I witnessed my wife being cheapened, turned into a mere object by another man. “Cum in me, cum in me,” she begged.
Jerome groaned, his eyes scrunched shut, and I saw his jaw clench. He was close. Tightening his grip on my wife's hips, he thrust into her one last time before releasing a loud groan as her legs shook. Breeding my wife. I regained my composure and turned around again. An old woman shopping bra’s nearby gave me a look and moved on. My wife soon came out and took her purse and gave me a smile.
Jerome, still panting slightly, adjusted his clothes and gave me a sly grin. "I think she enjoyed that," he said, nodding towards the spot where his conquest had just been standing, a pool of cum on the floor. I tried to keep my expression neutral. My wife, oblivious to the tension, linked her arm through mine and gave it a squeeze.
"Let's go get some lunch," she suggested, already turning towards the exit. “You like the filet of fish at McDonalds, right? Mike and the crew need something tender and sauced,” she said. At least I get to sit down and watch the purse this time.
It wasn't easy, this lifestyle. I wasn’t sure about it at first, but it was worth it. Worth seeing her happy in ways I could have never managed. But I made the sacrifice, because in the end, true love always finds a way.
This would kill me!
Great short story, Bella. It's fun to think of a scene like this at a Walmart. Quick pleasure for both cuck and wife.