I couldn't believe how intense the night was getting. My wife, Ramona, 27, was dressed to kill in a tiny white skirt, riding up her thick, round ass and a thin blue top that barely contained her perky tits, constantly teasing with nip slips. Earlier, she caught me liking bikini pics on Instagram, leading to a day of humiliation where she called me a fucking pervert, a weak-ass man-child and said that I looked like a sissy with my lipstick on, and told me to stay away from her at the club.

At the club, while she and our friends popped MDMA, I stuck to drinks. I felt more like a loser when I tried to get close to her, but she kept pushing me away. The dance floor was packed, and I watched as she started grinding against a hot stranger, making eye contact with me. My friends were stunned by what they saw.

A few minutes later, my wife and that guy were missing. I searched the club for them, and finally found them at the bar, making out passionately. The stranger had his hands all over Ramona, groping her ass and rubbing her pussy through her skirt.

Ramona was loving it, moaning and gasping as the stranger finger-fucked her right there in front of everyone. My friend popped out of the blue and asked me to be a man and do something about it. Little did she know that I was not only embarrassed and scared, but also aroused as I stood there, feeling helpless watching my wife cheating on me with a stranger.

A few minutes later, Ramona caught me staring at them. She broke the kiss, and said, "Look at you! You're such a pathetic loser. I can't believe I ever married a spineless little bitch like you."

The stranger laughed, clearly enjoying the show. "Come on, baby," he said to Ramona, pulling her close and whispering something in her ear. "Let's go somewhere more private."

Ramona nodded, eyes gleaming with excitement. "But first," she said, turning to me, "you're going to guard the washroom door while this guy fucks my brains out."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But before I could protest, Ramona and the stranger had disappeared into the washroom, leaving me standing there like a chump. I could hear the sounds of their moans and gasps and the slapping of flesh against flesh as they fucked like animals.

After a few minutes, Ramona came out ofthe washroom, looking flushed and satisfied. "That was fucking amazing," she said, smiling at me. "You should have seen the look on your face when you realized I was fucking someone else. You're such a weak, pathetic man."

I didn't know what to say.

"Don't judge me," she told our friends. "I'm married to a weak, pathetic man who's spineless and behaves like a little bitch. I had to put this pathetic loser in his place and be with a real man for a change."

"Come on, pussywussy," she said to me. "I'm not done teaching you a lesson yet. We’re going back to our place, and you're going to watch me get fucked by him."

My friends looked at me with pity, trying to control their laughter as Ramona took the stranger by the hand and led him out of the club.

When we got home, he fucked Ramona hard all over our apartment. Ramona was humiliating me even more with every thrust. She whispered dirty talks in his ear, telling him how weak and pathetic I am and how I can't satisfy her like he can.

"You see, baby?" she said to him, as she rode him on our kitchen counter. "This is what a real man feels like. This is what I've been missing all these years."

"Look at you, whimpering like a little bitch," she said, looking at me. "You can't even satisfy me. You're useless. You're nothing but a weak, pathetic man."

When they were done, she looked at me with disgust. “You’re lucky I even married someone as weak as you,” she said. “You’re pathetic and spineless. I don’t even know why I bother with you.”

She continued, “You will never be a real man. You will always be a disappointment, and I will always find someone better than you.”

He fucked my wife until sunrise and left after making her cum over 6 times that night. As he left, Ramona asked me to change the sheets and make the bed for her while she took a shower. She caught my face buried in their cum filled sheets, and laughed at me, locking me and the dirty sheet out of the room, leaving me alone in the apartment with my thoughts.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My wife had humiliated me in front of our friends, fucked a stranger in our own home, and made me watch the whole thing. I felt small and insignificant, like a doormat. I couldn’t help myself but masturbate once again, for the 3rd time that night.