The man grunted, increasing his pace as Janelle moaned. The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room, punctuated by the slap of skin on skin. Ryan’s whole body seemed to pulse in time with their rhythm, heat pooling low in his belly.
When the man let out a loud groan, spilling into Janelle with a few hard thrusts, Ryan whimpered. He dug his nails into his palm, struggling not to touch himself.
Janelle slid off the table on shaky legs, the man’s cum dripping down her thighs. She sauntered over to Ryan, eyes heavy-lidded with satiation.
“Well, well, look who finally decided to show up. Did you get tired of watching all those guys jerk off on your face at the massage parlor?”
Ryan sputtered in protest, but Janelle gave a throaty laugh. “Don’t even try to deny it, you little sissy. We all know you’re really just a cum-hungry slut like the rest of us.”
Ryan shuddered, arousal and shame warring within him. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Janelle smirked, giving his nipple a pinch through the fabric of his dress. “Why don’t you go find Kristin? I’m sure she’s eager to see you.”
Face burning, Ryan fled the room as quickly as he could in his heels. His panties were soaked through with pre-cum, and he didn’t know how he could face Kristin like this. But Janelle’s words echoed in his mind, urging him onward. He had to find his wife.
Ryan stumbled out the back door, panting heavily. The sight before him made his knees weak.
Kristin was sprawled on her back on a picnic table, naked breasts swaying as a man pounded into her. Jessica was on her hands and knees on the grass beside them, getting fucked from behind by another man while she sucked off an older man’s thick, uncut cock.
Moans and cries of pleasure filled the air, accompanied by the wet sounds of sucking and bodies coming together. Ryan froze in place, transfixed by the lurid display. His cock throbbed almost painfully in his panties, shame burning in his cheeks.
His wife looked utterly debauched, makeup smeared and hair mussed. Their eyes met across the lawn and she gave him a coy smile, winking. “There you are, baby. Come join the fun!”
Ryan hesitated, torn between desire and shame. His mind raced as he struggled to process the situation.
Kristin’s moans grew louder, ecstatic cries filling the air as her lovers pistoned into her. Jessica was in a similar state, sandwiched between their Uncle and another man. The cousins gazed at each other, a mix of love and lust in their eyes.
“That’s it, fuck your little sluts! Fill us with your big hard cocks!” Kristin screamed.
Jessica echoed her cries, grasping at the men surrounding them. “Yes, yes! Fuck us, use us, we’re your little cum dumpsters!”
The men grunted and swore, gripped by the frenzy of unrestrained passion. Ryan watched it all through a haze of arousal and disbelief. His wife, the woman he had shared his life with for over a decade, was engaging in the most depraved acts of debauchery without a care in the world.
He knew then that there was no going back. The woman he married was gone, replaced by this insatiable nymphomaniac who cared only for her own pleasure and gratification.
The realization should have horrified him. Instead, he found himself captivated, his panties growing damp with pre-cum. He longed to join in, to give himself over to the madness of the moment.
“Oh yes, fuck me harder!” Kristin cried, nails raking down her lover’s back. “Cum for me, papi!”
The man grunted, hips stuttering as he emptied himself into Kristin’s eager cunt. Kristin moaned, throwing her head back in ecstasy.
Ryan whimpered, knees nearly buckling. He shouldn’t be watching this. He shouldn’t be so turned on. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his wife being thoroughly used.
“Do you like watching, baby?” Kristin purred, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes. “Do you want to be next?”
Ryan opened and closed his mouth wordlessly, hands twisting in the fabric of his dress. His cock was rock hard, desperate for release, but he didn’t know if he could go through with this.
Kristin slid off the table, cum dripping down her thighs, and sashayed over to him. She grasped his chin firmly, forcing him to meet her gaze.
“It’s okay, baby,” she crooned. “Just give in to your desires.”
Ryan shuddered, arousal and shame warring within him. But the heat in Kristin’s eyes and the ache in his loins won out. He nodded jerkily, pulse racing.
Kristin smiled, eyes gleaming with lust and triumph. “Good boy.”
Kristin turned and skipped back over to her Uncle, her ass jiggling as she asumed the position, presenting her asshole to her chubby uncut uncle as he rubbed his cock up her slick cunt.
Ryan flushed under Kristin’s praise, his cheeks heating as his cock twitched. Before he could do anything, a loud moan drew his attention back to the table.
Jessica was on her hands and knees now, ass raised high as her cousin pounded into her from behind. Her full breasts swayed with each thrust, nipples hard and glistening.
“Fuck me harder, make me cum!” Jessica shrieked. “Fill my slutty cunt!”
Ryan whimpered again, transfixed by the lewd display. His hips rocked unconsciously, grinding his aching erection against the fabric of his dress.
A throaty chuckle sounded behind him. “Enjoying the show?”
Ryan startled, whirling around to find Janelle leaning against the doorway, naked and smirking. Heat flooded his cheeks anew as Janelle’s eyes raked over him, gaze lingering on the telltale bulge in his dress.
“I always knew you were a little pervert. How does it feel, watching your wife get fucked like a whore?”
Ryan swallowed hard, unable to form a coherent response. His eyes remained glued to the writhing mass of flesh before him. Kristin was on her hands and knees now, sandwiched between two of her cousins as they pounded into her from either end. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream of ecstasy, strands of saliva and cum dripping from her lips.
“Cat got your tongue?” Janelle gave his nipple a vicious twist, eliciting a gasp. “Answer me, you pathetic little cuck. Do you like watching your wife get gangbanged by her family?”
“I-I don’t know,” he stammered. His cheeks burned in humiliation even as his clit throbbed, betraying his arousal.
Janelle laughed, the sound harsh and mocking. “Don’t lie to me. I can see how hard you are. You love this, don’t you?” Her fingers slipped under the hem of his dress, inching up his thigh. “Admit it. Admit that you’re a depraved little pervert who gets off on watching his wife fuck other men.”
Ryan shuddered, torn between shame and longing. But there was no point denying the truth, not when his body’s reactions gave him away.
“Y-yes,” he whispered.
“Louder,” Janelle growled, giving his balls a rough squeeze. “I want everyone to hear you confess what a twisted little cuck you are.”
Ryan drew a shaky breath and raised his voice. “Yes, I admit it! I’m a depraved little pervert who gets off on watching my wife fuck other men!”
The words echoed through the yard, drawing the attention of the others. All eyes turned to Ryan, full of cruel mirth and contempt. But mingled with the humiliation was a surge of arousal, his clit throbbing wildly at being so exposed.
He had given in at last, embracing his true nature as a sissy cuckold slut. And he had never felt more alive.
Janelle grinned, sharp and predatory, and slid her finger into Ryan’s twitching hole.
He cried out at the sudden intrusion, knees buckling. But Janelle grabbed his hips, holding him in place as she fingered his prostate with rough, merciless strokes.
“That’s it, you little sissy bitch,” she purred. “Cum for us while your wife gets fucked like the whore she is.”
Ryan whimpered, caught between ecstasy and anguish as he watched Kristin and Jessica get pounded by their eager lovers. His clit throbbed wildly, leaking pre-cum that soaked through his panties.
“Please,” he sobbed. He didn’t know if he was begging for release or for it to stop, only that he needed more. “Please, please…”
With a shout, the men pulled out of Kristin and Jessica, spraying their faces and tits with thick ropes of cum. The two wanton cousins leaning over and sharing a deep french kiss, snowballing the hot cum between them.
“Look at those sluts,” Janelle sneered, following his gaze. She gave his cock a sharp squeeze, wrenching another moan from his lips. “You’d love to be in their place, wouldn’t you? Getting fucked like a little sissy whore.”
At the same moment, Janelle crooked her finger and jabbed Ryan’s prostate.
He came with a wail, his clit spurting helplessly into his panties as his ass clenched around Janelle’s finger. His vision went white at the edges, awash in a sea of conflicting emotions.
When he came back to himself, he was on his knees in the grass. Janelle stood over him, smirking down at his disheveled, cum-stained form.
“What a sissy slut you are,” she sneered, shoving two fingers into his panties and against his sensitive hole. Ryan whimpered at the sensation, spent cock giving a feeble twitch.
“Getting off on watching your wife get fucked like a whore,” Janelle continued, thrusting her fingers in time with her taunts. “You’d love to be in her place, wouldn’t you? Getting filled with cum from every cock in the room.”
***
Kristin stood at the front door, naked and flushed, watching the last of her family members drive off into the night. Her nipples were still erect from her cousins parting grope, and a trickle of cum leaked down her inner thigh.
She sighed, her emotions tangled and confused. Part of her craved these debauched family gatherings, the primal release of inhibition and pent-up lust. But another part felt deeply ashamed, worried she was losing herself in the depths of depravity.
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