Joanna didn’t come home until around noon the next day. Her hair was a wild mess, her makeup smeared, and a line of hickeys ran down her neck.

When she came through the front door, she didn’t even say a word. She just grabbed my hand and led me straight to the living room couch. She pushed me down and then climbed onto my lap, straddling me face to face. Her short dress was now riding all the way up her thighs, pressing her soaked panties directly against me. I could feel the intense heat coming from her drenched pussy.

Joanna locked her eyes on me and placed both hands on my shoulders.  She began to slowly roll her hips in a sensual motion. Her breathing progressively got heavier as her lips parted.

“Do you feel that?” she said with a thick voice. “I’m still dripping from him, baby.”

She began rocking harder, letting me feel exactly how puffy and used her pussy was. The thin fabric of her panties slid easily over my erection as she worked herself against me.

“Did you enjoy the show last night?” She continued, never breaking eye contact. “Isn’t he so much thicker? So much longer? He stretched me open in ways your dick has never even come close to. I felt him pressing deep inside me in places you never been.”

Her hips started grinding a little faster as her breasts bounced softly inside her dress.

“I came over and over,” she moaned softly. “He didn’t even have to try that hard. Just his sheer size… the way he filled me… the way he owned every inch… I kept cumming so hard that I couldn’t even speak.”

She leaned forward, pressing her chest against mine. Her lips were brushing my ear as she kept grinding.

“I want you to just sit here and feel how worked up… how different he left me. This is what Marcus does to your wife.”

Her movements grew more aggressive. She was using me as nothing more than a seat to rub her well-fucked pussy against. The weight of her words, along with the pressure against my dick, left me leaking underneath her.

Joanna smiled down at me, with affection and dominance in her eyes.

“Does that turn you on, baby?”

I couldn’t seem to find an answer. My throat tightened up. All I could muster was "yes."

She studied my face for a moment, then nodded with a small smile. She climbed off my lap and headed upstairs to take a shower, leaving me sitting there aching and conflicted.

I stayed there frozen on the couch. My heart was pounding and my hard on leaking as it pressed up against my pants. I sat there thinking, Why does this turn me on so much? The way she uses me like this, the way she openly talks about Marcus… It turns me on more than anything else I ever experienced.

But right behind that rush came a sharp sense of jealousy, like a knife twisting in my gut. Our connection together was fading. Our sex life once was alive, and she barely lets me touch her. I hated how powerless I was becoming. I hated that part of me that didn’t want her to stop. I wanted her to be my sweet, loving wife again… But I also craved the filthy slut she was turning into.

I didn’t know how much longer I could balance these emotions. Enjoying the rush of it all while slowly losing the woman I married.

After her shower, she came back down looking refreshed but still carrying that same familiar attitude. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I asked her to sit with me on the couch. “Joanna… we really need to talk.” She sat down, asking, “What’s wrong?”

I took a deep breath and let it all spill out.

“I love you. But this… everything that’s happening with you… with Marcus… It’s been tearing me apart. Yes, you know part of me gets turned on by it. Watching you, hearing you, and knowing what he does to you, it drives me crazy in the best and worst ways. But the jealousy… It’s getting worse. Every time you come home after seeing him, every time you tell me how much better he feels, it hurts. I really don’t know how much more of this I can take. Something needs to change.”

Joanna’s eyes widened. She looked genuinely surprised.

“I… I thought you were enjoying it,” she said. “You always seemed so excited when I told you everything. I didn’t realize it was hurting you this badly.”

She reached out and took both of my hands. For the first time in weeks, I saw the old Joanna again. She was expressing compassion towards me.

“Babe, I still love you. You’re my husband. That hasn’t changed. But… I don’t exactly know what you want here. I mean.. just the way Marcus makes me feel… I don’t know how to give that up. I feel alive in a way I haven’t felt in years.”

She squeezed my hands tighter.

“I don’t want to lose you either. But I don’t think that I can go back to how things were before. I’ve had a taste of something that I can’t undo.”

I swallowed hard. “Then I need something. Some kind of involvement in this relationship. I can’t just keep watching from the outside while you slip further away. If we’re going to keep doing this, I need to be part of it somehow.”

Joanna sat quietly for a while, processing everything.

“I understand,” she said finally. “I’ll talk to Marcus. I’ll explain how you’re feeling. We’ll try to figure something out. Okay?”

I nodded, relieved but still uneasy. She leaned in and kissed my forehead gently.

“We’ll make this work, somehow.”

Two days later, she went out for lunch with Marcus. When she had brought up my request, Marcus had leaned back in his chair with a dark amused smirk.

“So the little cuck wants to be more involved?” Marcus chuckled, shaking his head. “He’s not asking for control, baby. He’s begging to be put in his proper place. Fine, tell him it’s okay if he joins us next time.”

Inside, Marcus was already planning something much crueler.  He would be completely dominating. He thought to himself, “I will bully and break this pathetic white boy in front of his own wife. He is about to get humiliated , degraded, and permanently cemented in his role as a useless cuck bitch.”

He kept these thoughts to himself, smiling smoothly at Joanna.

“The cuck can have some fun,” he told her. “It’ll be good for him.”

When she returned home that evening, she seemed relieved.

“He understood,” she said as she sat down across from me. “I told him everything, how the jealousy is getting too much for you and how you need to feel more involved if this is going to continue.”

“Well… what did he say?” I asked her.

She paused, then said, “At first he laughed. He even joked that I was even asking.”

She purposely left out the rude comments Marcus made. Joanna reached across the table and took my hand.

“But he ultimately agreed. He said you can join us next time. He thinks it will help.”

She seemed hopeful that this compromise could ease the tension between us. I agreed to the plan, but my nerves and excitement were swirling inside me.

"Great!" Joanna said. “How about we invite Marcus over this weekend for dinner!”

In the days leading up to Saturday night, I was still feeling uneasy about the whole situation. I needed more assurances, something to make me feel like I had some sort of control.

So while Joanna was at work, I purchased and installed several small cameras throughout the living room and our bedroom. The act of hiding them gave me a strange sense of power. For the first time in months, I felt like I had a handle on things.

When Saturday arrived, Marcus showed up at our door looking relaxed and confident as usual. At first the evening felt almost civilized. We shared drinks while the conversation stayed light. Marcus was pleasantly, but surprisingly polite. Joanna seemed hopeful that this compromise might actually work.

Then all of a sudden, the atmosphere changed.

Joanna casually ended up on Marcus’s lap. They started kissing, growing deeper and deeper. Until eventually, she slid down between his legs. Joanna pulled down Marcus’s pants and then stretched her glossy pink lips wide around his cock. Marcus’s enormous rock hard dick disappeared deep into her hungry mouth. With every mouthful, it bulged her cheeks and throat as she took it like a pro. She gripped the base with both hands, fingers wrapped tightly around his girthy meat. Holding it steady so she could slobber and suck every inch.

While she worshipped Marcus with such intensity, one of her hands reached over lazily and began stroking my dick. The contrast was brutally clear. All of her focus was directed towards Marcus. I was only receiving half hearted strokes. This wasn’t the type of involvement that I envisioned.

Marcus looked down at her with a smirk, then glanced at me.

“See that, little man? Look how much effort she puts into a real cock. That tiny thing doesn’t even deserve her attention.”

Joanna moaned around his shaft but didn’t stop. She kept sucking him with obvious enthusiasm while continuing to just toy with me.

Marcus then pulled her up and pushed her over the arm of the couch. Arching her back like a perfect fuck toy. As Marcus stood behind her, she looked at me face to face. Her juicy ass was raised high and presented perfectly. Marcus placed both his hands into her soft hips and began pulling her back onto his cock. He started slow at first, but quickly picked up the pace. With each thrust, making her juicy ass clap loudly against his pelvis. Marcus had her cheeks spread wide, as creamy white rings started coating the base of his shaft. She was taking every inch, never breaking eye contact with me.

“Look at him, Joanna,” Marcus said loudly. “Look at your pathetic husband just sitting there with his little dick while I wreck your married pussy.”

He laughed as he continued pounding her.

“You see this, cuck? This is how you’re suppose to fuck your wife. That worthless dick of yours never made her moan like this, did it? She’s dripping all over me. Her pussy is gripping me so tight.”

Marcus was talking to me directly. He wanted me to hurt, and it was working.

“Wow, you’re pathetic. Look at you, your dick is leaking. You know she belongs to this black cock now. It’s time to accept that you will never be enough.”

The verbal assault from Marcus was so brutal. The mix of watching Joanna and hearing Marcus's verbal attacks broke something deep inside me.

I stood up with my fists clenched. I wanted to lay him out right there. But my face was burning with shame and heartbreak. I instead stormed out of the room without a word.

I waited in the kitchen thinking Joanna would follow me. She had to know that it went too far. But she didn’t come. She made up her mind. She would rather have Marcus than keep me happy.

I heard them continuing to fuck upstairs, everything echoing throughout the house.

Then it hit me. Everything was still recording.

A deep calm started to settle over me.

I now held something far more powerful than jealousy and hurt.

Now, how exactly would I use it?