Everyone’s laughing at you as you obey them and pull down your briefs as instructed, and their laughter only builds as you reveal your pathetic worm of a dicklette. You feel your face growing hotter and redder as they all keep laughing hysterically. All of them except your wife of course, sitting there between her two friends with a look that says “see, I told you so”. Her girlfriend’s responses between their giggles are “eww”, “yuck”, and “he’s barely a man… what’re you even doing with him?”
Suddenly, their laughter has died down and your wife answers the question in full seriousness. “I know, right? I guess at first, I thought he was funny, and he was always so polite and respectful… and when he was such a miserable failure sexually, he always worked so hard to make it to me. He bought me nice things, and did nice things for me- I never have to lift a finger!”
“Okay, so, he’s like your submissive little beta slave, and that’s all well and good, but still, what about sex?” her friend responded, “I mean, look at you- you’re in the prime of your life, hot AF! You shouldn’t be wasting that, you should be with a real man, having real, hot sex, and lots and lots of orgasms. I mean, has he given you an orgasm, like, ever?”
“Yeah, a couple of times, using his tongue of course, never with that useless twig,” your wife answered waving in disgust at your crotch.
Then her other friend chimed in. “Y’know, I think you should make him beg you to take a lover- a bigger, better man… an alpha male who knows how to please a woman.”
“Yeah!” her other friend joined in, laughing once again, “Make him beg you to cuckold him!”
Then they all stopped laughing and talking, and looked directly at you, standing there, with your briefs at your ankles, your face still bright red, and your pathetic little thing at full attention. You felt weak and fell to your knees, then stammered out “c-c-cuck-cuckold?” Your wife nodded indicating she expected you to continue. “Umm, yes, o-okay… umm, I know you deserve…you deserve a better man than me… so, umm, p-please, will you c-cuckold me?”
At that, your wife stood up and strode towards you, stopping with her the toes of her heels touching your knees, and looking down at you. Then she reached down and began lightly caressing your cheek. “That’s so sweet of you to offer, my dear sweet husband. Yes, I would have done so anyway, but it’s nice hearing you ask me to. So tonight, when my friends I go out, I’ll be finding a man who can give me what you cannot, and I’ll do what you’ve ask me to- I will make you my cuckold.”
Hearing her say this sent a quiver through you and you began softly weeping. You heard one of her friends say they thought you should say thank you, and so you did as you bent down, kissed your wife’s feet and then curled up in ball at her feet, still weeping, utterly shamed and defeated. Your wife had to pull her feet out from under you as she said to her friends “alright ladies, let’s get going,” and off they went to find men to hook up with, leaving you alone and broken.
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