So, there I was, in our living room, watching Ramona get ready for her night out with Raiz. She had on this tiny black skirt that barely covered her, showing off her red thong, and a thin beige top with her nipples poking through. Her black boots went up to her knees, and I felt this pang of jealousy, knowing she was dressing up for another man.

"Don't wait up for me," she said, giving me this sly, cruel smirk as she walked past, her hips swaying like she was already fucking him.

I knew she thought I was too soft, not the man she craved. She'd been fucking Raiz behind my back for months, but I never had the guts to confront her.

I dropped her off, and back at home, the hours dragged on with no word from her. My calls went straight to voicemail; she was too busy getting railed by Raiz to even think about me.

She stumbled in at 2 AM, looking like she'd been through a sexual odyssey. Her makeup was smeared, hair a mess, and that look in her eyes like she'd been thoroughly fucked. "Hey, babe, I'm home," she slurred.

I just glared at her, my emotions a mix of anger and humiliation.

"What's with that look?" she asked, feigning innocence. "Miss me?"

I shook my head, my voice caught in my throat.

"Oh, come on," she said, walking over to me. "You know I had an incredible time with Raiz. Don’t be a little bitch about it and ruin my fun."

"Ruin it for you? I’m your husband. You just got back so late after cheating on me with your ex," I whimpered.

"You might be my husband, but he's so much more of a man than you'll ever be," she shot back. "Look at you! In those pink shorts with your waxed legs. You're not my husband; you're a sissy bitch."

She grabbed my crotch, squeezing hard, mocking me. "See what I mean? You're so small, so... feminine. Raiz, though, he's all man. His cock is thick, long, and he knows how to use it. Tonight, he made me cum six fucking times in less than four hours, Nick. Six. Fucking. Times. Each time I came, he didn't stop. He just kept using me for his pleasure, not giving a shit if I was sensitive or overwhelmed, he just kept fucking me. He started by shoving his cock down my throat, making me gag until he came, his cum spilling into my mouth. I swallowed it all because I love the taste of him. Then he fucked my pussy, pounding into me until I was screaming his name, his cum filling me up. But he wasn’t done. He flipped me over, spread my ass cheeks, and took my ass, fucking it until I was begging for more. He came inside my ass too, and after each of my orgasms, he'd just keep going, using me like a fucking toy."

She leaned close, her breath hot on my ear. "I'm not going to take a shower, Nick. I’m going straight to bed. I want to feel him on me, his smell, his cum, everything. I want to keep his scent all over me, his cum drying on my skin, in my hair, soaking my panties. I want to carry the memory of tonight with me."

I felt humiliated, but part of me wanted to prove her wrong. I followed her, determined to show her I could be what she needed.

"What are you doing, loser?" she asked.

"I want you," I said, my voice barely there.

"You can't just have me whenever you want," she laughed. "You're not man enough."

"I'll prove you wrong," I insisted, pushing her against the wall, my body close to hers.

"You're too small after Raiz," she mocked

When it was all over, it was quick, and she just laughed at me, pushing me away as I finished.

She then pushed me down, forcing me to my knees in front of her. "Before you try to prove anything, you'll eat me out first. I want you to taste him, to know exactly what you're up against." She pulled her skirt up, revealing her cum-soaked thong. The smell of sex was overwhelming, the mix of her arousal and his seed. She pulled the thong aside, and I could see his cum dripping from her. "Lick it clean," she commanded, and I hesitated but then gave in, my tongue lapping at her, tasting the salty, musky mixture of their sex.

After she was satisfied with my humiliation, she allowed me to stand. "Now, prove yourself," she said mockingly. I tried to take her, but she resisted, pushing me back. "No, you don't deserve me like this. You have to beg for it, you little bitch."

"Please, Ramona, let me fuck you," I pleaded, my voice desperate.

"You want to fuck me? After Raiz just stretched me out? You think your little dick can satisfy me?" she taunted, but then, with a cruel laugh, she pulled me close. "Alright, beg me again. Beg like you mean it."

"Please, I need you. Let me try," I begged, feeling pathetic.

She laughed, then reluctantly allowed me to enter her. The moment I did, I found myself outmatched in every way. As I was about to cum, she pushed me away.

"You see how pathetic you are?" she laughed as I came, barely lasting 3 minutes. "Raiz fucked me for hours, made me cum over and over. You, you can't even go for a few minutes without blowing your load. This is why you'll never be enough for me."

"I'm going to bed," she said, as she walked away like the goddess she is.

I stood there, feeling more humiliated than ever, some of Raiz's cum on my face. I couldn’t help myself but scoop all that cum and swallow it feeling like the fucking loser she always said I was.