I married Alicia shortly after college, and we’d been mostly happy, I thought, though sometimes I thought she wasn’t interested in, well, making love. We’d go two weeks with her turning me down. I guess women were entitled. But when she did, she ended the dry spell by getting me to cum on her stomach. Then she insisted I lick it off her. When I did, I felt like she was dominating me. Or at least she thought she was. She wasn’t; I enjoyed making her feel good. There’s nothing like making your wife climax.

Were these normal quarrels between a married couple? I wasn't sure.

It was clear she enjoyed dominating me, and twice she even implied she might screw someone else, but I never thought she meant it. But when she got me to shave her genital hair that morning, I had misgivings. 

It was the next evening, when we were getting ready to go to Darren and Hana’s wedding, that Alicia told me she was going to fuck Clay after the wedding. Actually, what she said was that she’d arranged for Clay to fuck her. “Um, Leo, I’ve been preparing you for today since before we were married. You submit to my lead so willingly, and today, I’m going to do it. Clay and I are meeting after the wedding so he can fuck me.” I tried to interrupt her, but she was implacable. “No, Leo, I've decided, It’s time you realize your place. I’m in charge; I know it, and now you will too."

During the wedding, she held my hand and had an innocent smile the whole time. She acted like a perfect, faithful wife. When the ceremony finished, Alicia told me what she’d planned. "This is only my first time with Clay, but I think he'll be fine for a while. I've picked out a few other lovers for later, so I won't be bored.” She said, "You'll enjoy it too, Leo, eventually. My friends' husbands all grew to enjoy it."

Afterward, she led me into the rec storeroom, where Clay was already there, laying some pads on the floor. When we came in, she greeted him with a passionate kiss. Clay just grinned at me before undressing her.

It was agony to watch her. When he responded by unbuttoning her blouse, I almost called out to stop him. Clay with his hands where my hands belonged was torture. I held my breath, just watching. When he had all the buttons undone, he slipped it off her, exposing her bra. When I saw him reach around to her back, I had to close my eyes; I couldn’t watch. That lasted until I heard her gasp, and I opened my eyes to see his mouth sucking her right tit. It was my favorite. Clay was playing with her, my tits. I was still standing there, paralyzed, anticipating what was next.

This is what it’s like to be cuckolded, to watch it happen. I can’t believe that any man would endure the pain and torment of watching it happen or even knowing it was happening. I didn’t stop it because beneath all the pain, there was something else hiding. I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it. The question is, is it worth the torment? 

I saw Alicia reach for his pants and unzip them and pull his cock out so she could see and admire it. She leaned over and licked it a few times and then took it in her mouth. Clay was enjoying something I'd never had. What else would she do?

God, it hurts so much; I want to see it in my wife. I want to see it slip inside her cunt. I think I do. My cock is hard; that means something. Right?

She had Clay’s cock in her hand with his eyes closed when she looked where I was standing. Alicia smiled at me before saying, “Leo, watch closely; everything he’s doing. This is what I’ve been missing. Are you enjoying this as much as I am?

She turned her attention back to Clay. “Clay, get me ready. God, Clay, please, your tongue on my…” She stopped talking because he was already moving down, getting ready to lick her clit. She continued by saying, “Yes, there, lick me there. My pussy, my clit, yes, Clay, yes.”

I could see her face clearly as he was eating her. His ministrations transformed her into glee. She was writhing under his attention until he was having trouble keeping his tongue where she wanted it.

Alicia, it’s so different being able to see the emotions on your face. I can see you focusing on the sensations as he’s licking you, sucking on your clitoris. God, I’m actually watching as you’re … No, what’s happening? Your expression. I’ve never seen that before. Hell, it’s beautiful seeing you like this. Glee? God, it's changing into a rictus of pleasure. I love it and hate it, both.

Her face was changing expressions from bliss to wonder to euphoria when she came for him. The spasms were out of control. She was ignoring me; her focus was on Clay while he pulled himself up so his cock was waiting to take her. “Now, Clay, take me now. Make me your slut, your Puta. Put your cock in my pus … no, my cunt.” She was speaking loudly enough for me to hear. “Fuck my cunt. Please now." She glanced over at me and smiled. I'd seen it before when she'd dominated me in the past.

I barely had enough time to get my cock out of my pants and stroke it once when I came. I couldn't control myself. My cum went all over the floor, and I almost collapsed. I had barely touched myself before coming.

When I could pay attention again, they were fucking each other. It was so intense; I saw him biting her, pinching her tits until they were bruised. I heard her gasping and moaning, "More, Clay; harder; fuck me; don't play; fuck me hard." They were in their own world, oblivious to me and where they were.

I hate this. What they’re doing and my reaction. I can’t stand it.

I silently moved back and left them there, still fucking. It was becoming increasingly intense. I couldn’t stop watching, but I had to get away. My heart broke that Alicia could do this to me. I was envious of Clay, jealous of him, and felt inferior. I suddenly realized I was in tears.

When I saw his cum leaking out, something snapped. She’d been the dominant one in our marriage, but this? The worst thing was, I got off seeing it. I’d come watching, but this was too much. I felt my last remaining love for her turn into burning hate.

Leaving the storage room, I walked to the car and went home. 

I packed my clothes and put my wedding ring and phone on the dining room table. I sent a final text to Alicia. 

Alicia, yes, it’s true that you’ve always been the leader in our marriage. This time, though, you’re trying to lead where I don’t intend to follow. I'm sure that Clay and his wife will be glad to bring you home.