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Preface: This story is an exploration of voyeurism. I have written about five more chapters already and I intend to write and post more. It will explore the spectrum between cuckoldry and cheating. This is not a final draft but it should not have many simple spelling and grammar mistakes. Please correct them if you notice any. I would love feedback and ideas. This is only the tip of the iceberg and the rest of the story will go deeper into Kyle’s inner conflict. I intend to post the next chapters once they’re edited in the following days. Hope you enjoy it!

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I hear a woman moaning when I enter my house. I walk up to my bedroom excitedly and open the door. My fiancée, Annie, is masturbating with a large dildo I’ve never seen before and watching something on her laptop. I stand there expectantly when she notices me and yells at me to leave. I rush out the door confused — is she embarrassed? Why is she reacting so harshly? I go sit on the couch and wait for her to come back.

She walks past me, still flushed, and ignores me. I ask her confused “what’s your problem?” She turns to me and hisses, “I never get any fucking privacy around here. I can barely masturbate before you interrupt me – probably trying to get a fucking blowjob!” I recoil mentally at her vitriol. What the fuck’s up her ass? I respond, “I’m gone most of the day. Shit, you could have done this any of the eight hours I’m at work! Sorry, I heard my fiancée moaning and got turned on and went to investigate!” She looks a little sheepish after I spoke, but not enough. I tell Annie, “I’m going to go shower and change.” She just turns away and starts messing with dishes. I walk into the bathroom and lock the door, when I remember the dildo, she was masturbating with —the gigantic dildo she was masturbating with. She obviously hid it after I walked in on her.

I begin to wonder if it’s in her nightstand before realizing it can’t be because I all the time go in there for books. It must be in the bathroom somewhere. I begin to search around before checking one of the tucked away drawers and finding it. “Holy shit…”, I say aloud. It’s even bigger than it looked at first glance. It must be 10 inches long and close to as thick as my wrist. Not to mention the fact that it had veins… really. Could this get any more humiliating. I’m not exactly small, I’m average to maybe below average depending on who you asked but next to this monstrosity I might as well be a toothpick. More than anything I am just shocked and surprised that Annie, one, owns this (presumably bought it too) and two, is using it for real.

Any time I brought up getting a dildo to spice up the bedroom Annie turned it down. She was all the time sensitive down there and could barely deal with me, it took a lot of coaxing and squirming. This started to affect our sex life as PIV sex could not be as spontaneous and from Annie’s POV was not all the time worth it.

All of this to say, how in the fuck was Annie using this dildo? Why didn’t she tell me about it? And how long has she been able to handle size like this?

My mind felt like a tight racetrack with thoughts flying around like racecars hugging the corners — phew phew phew. I put the dildo back as I found it and turned on the shower after dropping my clothes.

I let the warm water wash my mind clean. I decided I would talk to her and get to the bottom of everything once we were in bed.

We had an awkward dinner mostly avoiding the elephant in the room. Afterwards, as Annie was getting into her pajamas I got into bed and prepared myself for the conversation.

After five minutes or so of Annie lying in bed swiping through TikTok. I turned to her and said, “I saw the dildo.” She glanced at me before looking back at her phone and disinterestedly responding, “And..?” “And… that’s crazy. You can barely take my dick” I reply. “I mean …” , I did not expect her nonplussed response, “why wouldn’t you tell me?” She looked me in the eyes and said, “It’s none of your business, but since you’re so interested… since you’ve been working I have been exploring my pussy more.” “’Explore your pussy…,‘“ I think, what the fuck does that even mean. I look away and dejectedly ask, “Why didn’t you include me? We have sex maybe once every month and even recently you still squirm and look bothered when I put my penis in you!” Annie replied, “Kyle, I don’t really feel like talking about this right now, I am tired, and I want to go to sleep. There was no evil master plan or anything.” With that she turned over and set her phone on the nightstand leaving me to stew in my thoughts.

After a troubled night of sleep with images of Annie’s dildo haunting my dreams, I awoke to discover Annie oddly already out of bed and out of the house, presumably to run errands. It’s a Friday and I decide to not go to work — I have a decently flexible job and haven’t used any sick days in close to a year planning to save them for our wedding and honeymoon. I lay in bed and do nothing until I think about what she was watching on her laptop last night. Curious as to what type of porn or erotica it was, I open her laptop and type in her password. She probably closed it and deleted her history, I think to myself, as I see nothing open and nothing in her internet history. Until I notice a little icon jumping on her dashboard with an unread notification. I click it and realize it is FaceTime.

The notification was from late last night and reads: “I can FaceTime you at 8:00 pm if that works. Or just swing by when you get a chance this weekend.” –Alex. My heart drops and I feel like my ribcage just shrunk to half its size. What the fuck? What the fuck? The dildo, now this! She wasn’t watching porn; she was masturbating while FaceTiming some asshole! I can’t believe that she’s doing this! Annie is many things, but she’s all the time been loyal. I take some deep breaths and decide to read their chat log. It’s all shit about when they can FaceTime, meet in real life, or sexting. I keep reading, repeatedly, Annie telling and Alex asking about when I won’t be around. The nonchalance of it is baffling. I then scroll up to a picture of his dick — its fucking gigantic!

Almost a replica of the dildo. I imagine the scene I walked into last night, but the dildo is replaced with this Alex guy’s dick. I flush and my penis stirs a little. Why is that turning me on? I should be driving to this guy’s house and killing him right now not getting a chub. I keep reading the messages and my chub turns into an erection as my outrage turns into humiliated horniness. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I imagine all the times Annie has turned me down for sex and complained that it hurt her too much meanwhile she’s begging this guy to fuck her and showing levels of horniness I have never elicited from her. I begin to imagine all the times she’s fucked him and come home for me to eat her out unknowingly.

That was one thing she would do for me to appease my desire was sit on my face as I jerk myself off.

She did not seem to enjoy it exactly, but she would all the time rub her ass and pussy enthusiastically into my face. It shut me up for a bit from her point of view and it was easy enough. I begin to stroke my cock as I imagine if I ever unwittingly was eating her freshly fucked pussy. I think about her getting stuffed by that big cock and moaning like a slut. I quickly reach orgasm and cum all over my belly. I lay in the afterglow and mutter “Fucking bastard…” when Annie opens the front door. I hurriedly pull my shirt down over the goo, pull up my pajama pants and slap her laptop shut before she walks into the bedroom.

“You’re up early”, I hurriedly say. She glances at me before walking into the bathroom saying, “Yeh, I had to run some errands.” She comes back with a more comfortable pair of pants and shirt on and asks me,” Are you not planning on gonna work?” I reply, “I thought I’d take the day off. I’ve been feeling pretty tired and rundown, and a three-day weekend would definitely help.” She shrugs and then goes into the living room to watch TV. I go into the bathroom to wash the cum off my belly. It’s all over the inside of the shirt, I smear it off with the t-shirt and discard it into the laundry before noticing her panties and skort. Her panties look like they have a lot of the same substance I just wiped off my body on them. I lift them to my nose … its fucking cum!

She really just went and fucked that guy and let him creampie her! And she comes back into my house like nothing happened. I was gonna confront her once I gathered enough evidence but now I had more than enough. Yet, I stood there like an idiot holding her cum-soaked panties in my hand. I was unable to make a decision. If I say something it is gonna be bad — like really bad, relationship-ending bad. If I don’t say anything and bide my time I at least can come up with a better plan. And why am I so fucking turned on by this, I think, as I feel my swelling penis. This is sick, I should be breaking shit and screaming and yet I’m sitting here like a little cuck… a little cuck. I am a cuckold. I am the definition of a cuckold. A hot wave of shame washes over my body but it only seems to increase the throbbing in my recently satiated member.

I place the panties back in the laundry bin and go sit on the loveseat perpendicular to the couch that Annie was watching some run-of-the-mill Netflix drama on. She says while never peeling her eyes from the TV: “You know how you mentioned it being unfair that we don’t have enough sex and stuff?” I replied hesitantly, “Yes.” “I think you have a point and that I might be being a bit unfair. Why don’t you come eat me out? I really have started liking when you do that and if you do it good enough, I might get warmed up and horny enough to have actual sex with you,” she said to me. “No,” I hastily stutter in response. She looks at me confused, maybe even slightly suspiciously, and says: “You always love giving me head. What now you’re not horny?”

If I turn her down, she is gonna be very suspicious as any other time I would jump at her offer, I think to myself. Fuck, I am gonna have to do it and tough it out otherwise she’ll be onto me, and I won’t be able to get enough evidence saved. She might clear her messages and other damning things.

No, I have to do this. I answer Annie, “I meant no, why can’t I just eat you out and we definitely have sex afterwards.” She chuckles and says, “Kyle! You know how hard it is for me and how I get sore. I will definitely have sex with you soon — if you get me warmed up enough now I will.” I mutter to myself, “Don’t have to warm yourself up for others…” Annie asks, “Did you say something?” I reply, “I was just saying ‘I can’t wait to taste you!’” Annie smiles and I approach her and get on my knees in front of her on the couch. Annie blurts out, “No! No! I like it when you’re under me. Turn around and sit on the floor and lay your head back onto the couch.” I pause then do what she says as the Kyle from 24 hours ago would have been all over this. I position myself correctly and then Annie stands over me straddling my waist.

She then lowers her pale, perfectly formed ass down. Her firetruck red bush tickles my chin as she places her pussy on to my mouth. I think about how this same pussy had a enormous cock in it maybe mere minutes ago before I plunge my tongue into her salty slightly sweet tunnel. She feels particularly wet or is that something else. I am somehow not disgusted and begin to lick and dart my tongue around intensely. Annie moans, which is not all the time the case– I have never made her cum from head. She puts a lot of her weight on my head and pushes it so hard into the couch that my ears are muffled by the cushions. I can still here her softly moaning and breathing heavy though and then say, “Lick my ass, Kyle.” She shifts her body forward slightly and makes me taste her slightly salty, musky asshole. I play with it only for a bit before she begins violently smothering me with her hairy pussy again as she furiously plays with her clit. My penis is hard as a rock, and I try to fumble with it but I give up as I have to devote 100% of my attention to Annie’s nether regions as she becomes more ravenous.

She starts repeating lines like “Yeah, eat my pussy”, “Fuck that feels good”, “Lick up all my juice, baby”, etc., etc.. I can feel her body tensing, and her pussy virtually gushing fluids into my awaiting mouth as she rubs her clit like it’s a guitar. Her legs begin to tighten and cramp, she starts mumbling and then she puts all her weight down on my mouth and cums in waves so powerful she doesn’t make a sound — not even to breath. Until the waves pass and she gasps for air and winds down her rubbing to a standstill before plopping down onto the couch beside me and basking in the afterglow.

She stands up and says to me: “That was so fucking good Kyle. Holy shit I can’t believe you made me cum that easy. We are going to have to do this more often. Sorry but I’m going to have to go take a nap. I am exhausted. We can definitely have sex later tonight or this weekend, but I am too worn out after that. Thanks.” She kisses me lightly and then wobbles into the bedroom leaving me in a daze of confusion.

NSFW: yes

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