This night was the turning point that really kicked my humiliation cuckquean kink into overdrive.

We were invited to join a couple of our friends in bed—let's call them Emily and Josh. It started slowly. I was kissing my partner while Emily and Josh were kissing each other. Gradually, hands began to wander. My partner was sucking on my small tits while Josh was fingering Emily’s soaking wet pussy. At this point, I was flipped over, my face pushed into the pillow while my boyfriend roughly fingered me. He never really liked looking at my face while we fucked, so I wasn't surprised. I could tell Josh had started fucking Emily from the moans, and the motion of the bed.

But then I noticed: my boyfriend didn’t seem that into what he was doing. I turned my head and saw him watching Josh fuck Emily, completely captivated by the sight of Josh’s cock pounding her. I felt a mix of annoyed and horny. A moment later, he pulled his fingers out of me and reached for Emily’s huge tits, massaging them slowly as she bounced on the bed. I was left, face-down and ass-up, completely abandoned.

Since I'd clearly been abandoned, I rolled onto my side, watching my boyfriend kiss Emily while Josh called her his "hot bitch." Neither of them were paying any attention to me. Josh came all over Emily's tits, moaning loudly, and right away, my boyfriend moved in, clearly eager to try her out.

At that point, I thought maybe Josh would finally focus on me. He crawled on top of me just as Emily gasped—my boyfriend’s cock was stretching her pussy (he’s definitely bigger than Josh). But then I realized my boyfriend wasn’t using a condom. He always fucks me raw (he made me go on birth control so he could without the risk of pregnancy), but he had promised he wouldn’t fuck other girls without protection.

I tried to kiss Josh, but he seemed detached. Eventually, he sat back, and I thought he wanted me to follow him. But when I tried to sit up, he pushed me back down, saying he didn’t feel like fucking me, that he just wanted to watch Emily. That stung.

I turned my attention back to Emily and my boyfriend. They were both moaning and panting, my boyfriend pounding her with his hand in her hair. Her bigger breasts were bouncing wildly with each of his thrusts. He looked into her eyes, telling her how tight her pussy was—unlike mine. How he loved her tits and long, beautiful hair. He even said how lucky Josh was to have such a premium bitch, and that he had "settled" for me. He didn’t even glance in my direction.

I was completely mortified. When I looked over at Josh, he had a smirk on his face, most of his attention still on Emily. I glanced at the door, thinking about leaving, but as I went to get up, Josh grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down, refusing to let me go. He told me to watch "a proper woman" get fucked, admitting that he never wanted this—Emily just really wanted to fuck my boyfriend. He said he never wanted me.

The moans got louder and louder, and I watched as my boyfriend, who I’ve been with for five years, came inside Emily’s pink little pussy. They finished together, her back arching as she climaxed, while my boyfriend whispered to her about how she was the best he’s ever had and what a good girl she was.

When they were done, my boyfriend glanced at me for a few seconds with a blank expression before suggesting they head back to the lounge. Emily pranced out, naked and beautiful. Josh and my boyfriend followed behind, chatting casually, their cocks swinging.

They left me on the bed, soaking wet, to finish myself.

I can’t remember ever feeling so turned on. I think about that night constantly. Before that, I just liked sharing my man. Now I know that I love being humiliated. I love being told how worthless I am, how other women are better and could take care of my boyfriend in ways I can’t.