It was a Saturday night, where I had begged Ramona to come clubbing with me and my friends, but she had refused, claiming she had other plans. I ended up going out with my friends, and did cocaine with them, despite knowing that Ramona would not approve.

I had always been insecure in our relationship, ever since Ramona had humiliated me and cucked me in front of my friends with a hot stranger just a week ago. She had put me in my place, making me feel small and insignificant. I had tried to brush it off, but the memory of her laughing at me still turned me on.

I messaged her begging her to come from the moment I left home, until two hours later when I video called her, completely coked up and drunk. Ramona, my stunning wife, stood before the full-length mirror, examining her reflection. She wore a short red skirt that barely covered her ass and a black tube top that struggled to contain her big perky tits, as her nipples proved pierced through the thin material.

"Damn baby! You look so hot!" I continued, “Are you coming to the club?”

"No dumbass, I’m not. I told you I have other plans," she said as she bent over, exposing her bare ass, and wet pussy, trying to fit her heels on.

My wife had decided not to wear any panties, the thought of possibly being exposed making her wet with anticipation.

The doorbell rang and she hung up saying, "Raiz is here. Gotta go baby. See you later. Mwah."

My wife had plans with her ex, the man she had an affair with for over a year while we were married.

I couldn't help but imagine my wife getting fucked hard all over our apartment, waking the neighbors up by moaning so loud and begging him to cum inside her, for hours and hours.

In fact, that’s exactly what happened a few years ago when they were together, cucking me into total submission.

I stumbled into our apartment at 4am, the effects of the cocaine still coursing through my veins. I followed a trail of clothes - hers and his - scattered across our living room, leading to our bedroom. I found two empty bottles of wine on the table and one in the bedroom. As I approached, I heard my wife's moans, growing louder with each step. I pushed the door open.

Ramona was on our bed, her legs spread wide, her ex, Raiz, pounding into her like an automated machine gun. Her big perky tits bounced with each thrust, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Raiz’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto him as he fucked her with a passion that I had never been able to do.

"Oh, God, yes!" Ramona cried out. "Fuck me harder, Raiz! Deeper! Cum inside me!" I stood there, frozen, as Raiz filled her, his body shuddering with release.

I felt a stirring in my pants, the sight of my wife's infidelity turning me on, once again.

Ramona opened her eyes, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she spotted me. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," she purred. "Nick, darling, you remember Raiz. He's been helping me relieve some... tension, like he used to before."

She gestured to her wet, used pussy. "Why don't you take your shrimp dick out and jerk off, like you did last week, while he fucks me some more?"

Raiz chuckled, his hands never stopping their assault on Ramona's body. "Yeah, loser. Let's see how pathetic you really are."

I did as they commanded, my shame and humiliation growing with each stroke. I watched as Raiz fucked my wife, their bodies moving in perfect sync. I could see the pleasure on Ramona's face, the way her eyes rolled back in her head as she came, again and again.

"You're such a weak bitch, Nick," Ramona continued, struggling to find her words as Raiz ravaged her pussy. "A clown, a joke. You can never satisfy me like Raiz."

I came, my release spilling onto the floor as Raiz continued to fuck my wife. I sank to the floor, as they laughed at me, my own humiliation and shame driving me to jerk off over and over again until I passed out.

When I woke up, I felt a mix of shame and arousal. It was 2pm, my dick sore from all the masturbation and my mind numb. Ramona was sleeping peacefully in our bed, naked, Raiz’s arms wrapped around her. I gathered my clothes and left the room, knowing my place in our marriage.

I made brunch for Ramona and Raiz, knowing they would be hungry after their wild night of hardcore sex. As I finished up, they walked out of the bedroom naked, Raiz carrying Ramona in his arms, kissing her like they were on their honeymoon. They were shocked to see me on my knees, their coffee and brunch ready, like a shameless cuck butler.

“Awww, my little cucky, you’re such a good boy. Now go clean up the room. We’ve made a mess,” she giggled as she looked Raiz in the eye with lust.

I was there, on my knees, stroking my blistered cock, staring at them as they shared a moment. Ramona caught me staring and said, "Get the fuck out of here, loser," she continued, “Go clean up instead of being a pathetic creep.”

“What a pathetic loser. I'll be seeing you around, bitch boy," Raiz said, laughing.

I left the room, with my dick still in my hand. I knew I would be serving them for the rest of my life, as a submissive cuck. I couldn’t help myself but be happy for my wife, as she’s back again with the best fuck of her life, and I’m finally back where I belong, as a loyal and obedient cuck, loving my wife till the very end and accommodating her every single need.

I am her little pussywussy, and I would do anything to please her.