It was 11am when I woke up after the solo wild night I had, with my wife’s sex tapes and my right hand. I woke up horny as fuck. I immediately reached out to my phone to check if Ramona had called me, but unfortunately it was just a bunch of marketing notifications. My wife has completely neglected me since last night, but I was not upset about it. I was only turned on.

I called her to check up on her, and she declined after a few rings. I messaged her asking if everything was okay, and after a few mins she replied saying “Yes. I’m busy. Call you later!”. I could only imagine how my wife was getting pounded by my friend, Mr C. It’s sad to admit that I’ve never done this to her. I could never get past one round, let alone fuck her all night and in the morning too. I knew Mr C was a beast in bed but OMG this man’s an ultimate beast. No wonder my wife’s spreading her legs and giving him her golden pussy.

I didn’t waste a second. I immediately replied asking if I could be on the call, listening. Thankfully, Ramona called me and I heard her moan really loud. She did not even say hello. She put the phone away and told him “that bitch wants to listen”. I heard him laugh, and then he addressed me, “Bitch, you asked your wife, but did you ask me?”

I did not know what to say. I never expected my friend to talk to me like I’m a worthless piece of rug, but it happened. “I’m soooo sorryyyy” was all I could say. My knees were getting weak and I felt shivers down my spine. “Sorry what?” He asked, as he was making love to my wife. I could hear my wife moan in the background for his gentle thrust and complete dominance over her pathetic excuse of a husband.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask your permission, Mr C. Do you mind if I just stay on the call, please?” I begged, as I was holding my dick right from exploding. All he did was just laugh out loud and I heard the thrusts get more louder and violent. Ramona’s moans turned into squeals and screams. I heard my wife scream begging my friend to fuck her harder, referring to him as “daddy”. That’s when I realized my wife had never called me “daddy”, ever. I turned into a hypnotized monkey. All I did was play with my pathetic excuse of a little cock as I heard my wife Ramona get her brains blown out with my friend’s monster cock, at least for an hour.

As soon as they were done, my wife told him that it was the best orgasms she has ever had in a long time, and Mr C said the same. Then I heard a sloppy kiss for at least 5 mins, and my wife said she was very hungry. I totally understood how she completely forgot about our lunch plans. We were supposed to go out for lunch, some mani pedis, then the spa. They also forgot about the fact that I was still on the call, eavesdropping on them.

“Let’s get your bitch boy to bring us some food”, said Mr C.

“Oh yesss, that’s a good idea! It’s just perfect! Let me give that cuck some work!” she replied as she reached out to her phone and laughed saying “Oh my god hahaha look at this cuck! He’s still on the call! Oh my babyyy…. Did you really stay on the call all this time?”

“Yesss I did. Thank you thank you thank you so much” I said, happily.

“Why don’t you thank me and your friend, in person with a pizza from my favorite restaurant?” she asked.

“But baby we were supposed to go there for lunch today” I replied.

“Do you really think I’d waste my time going to lunch with you, while I only think about your friend and his cock as you blabber some nonsense about your nails, and your girly crap?” She asked.

I apologized saying “I’m sorry, no but..” as she cut me short and said “I’ve been living with a beta bitch for almost two years now. You can’t even keep your little worm sized cock up for 2 mins, let alone make me cum. I never felt you inside me, in the first place. Why do you think I’m with your friend? He’s a real man. Something that you will never be, you worthless piece of shit! Do you understand your place in this marriage or do you want me to write it down for your stupid little porn addled brain?

Ramona sounded pissed. I didn’t wanna piss her off even more. She usually gets cranky when she’s hungry and here I am, wasting my time without making sure she’s well fed.

“I’m so sorry baby, I know you’ve put up with my shit in the last two years, and thank you so much for that. I’ll do anything for you my baby. I love you so much” I replied. I could hear Mr C laugh in the background. I’m sure he finds me as a clown. No doubt.

“Good boy. Why can’t you always be like this? I like you better this way. If you want to be my husband, this is what I’d expect from now on. Understood? She said.

“Yessss, my love” I replied, eagerly.

“I’ll leave the door open. Bring some of my panties, the outfit I asked you to bring, and maybe something extra as well. Don’t forget my food and drinks, dummy. Leave it in the kitchen and go home. We’ll call you if we need anything. Do not get late.” she said.

Before I could say anything, Mr C jumped in and asked me to bring two bottles of champagne and a packet of cigarettes. Me being the good boy I am, said “Yes sir” instead and they both laughed saying, “Good boy”, and hung up before I could tell my wife that I love her.