Toilet Cuck

I have a (dark) fantasy about my wife leaving me in the house on a saturday night by myself to watch crap tv. She leaves looking hot, and comes back with a big black guy about four hours later. they come and sit down next to me on the sofa, and my wife smiles sweetly at me, and asks if i would get some takes for them both. when i come back, they are kissing passionately, and when i put the takes down my wife stops for a second and deliberately kicks them over, biting her lip and murmering "oops, better clean that up while me and darren go upstairs." Coming back from the kitchen i find they are not there, but can hear them giggling upstairs. I clean up the spilt wine, and then sit down in front of the telly cursing the day i fell in love with my wife, and becoming more and more tearful. This is not the first time she has cheated on me, but it is the first time she has done it with such brazen enjoyment. Sure enough, i hear Darren calling my name, gruffly from MY bedroom, and i climb the stairs with an a growing sense of dread. My wife's mini skirt is on the top step but one, and as i walk round the bannister i see her bra lying in front of the half open bedroom door. As I open the door i see my wife with her back to me, kneeling in front of Darren, her head bobbing back and forth. She hears me at the door and stops for a moment, looking over her shoulder. She bites her lip while a slow and cruel smile comes over her face, "sorry to get Darren to call you, but its kinda hard to make yourself heard while your doing this," and then she turns back to the huge cock being waved in her face. The tears are coming thick and fast now, and i fall to my knees and beg her to stop while crawling towards them both. Much to my surprise my wife takes his darren's cock from her mouth, and then sits on Darren's knee while. She is still wearing a pair of pink panties i gave to her last christmas, although she never wore them from me, and i see some of the precum and saliva from his black cock rub off onto the cotton. They both look admusedly at me; a husband on his knees in front his wife and her lover. "Me and Darren have been seeing each other for a while now," my wife says, relishing the look of grief and horror on my face. "All those times i came back from work really 'horny' and 'wet'; you know how you like to lick me when i'm wet? Well, of course, i let you. But that wasn't my cum." she gave me a sweet smile, "it was Darrens. We fuck every afternoon in his BMW." An involuntary urge to sob grates through me, and I catch Darren with a gloating grin on his face. "That's why you won't mind", she is standing and taking off her panties, "you won't mind giving these a quick wash." With a flourish she steps out of her pink panties and then holds them up, inside out, with both hands, bringing them closer and closer to my face. I can see a large brown and white skidmark on the gusset, and catching my gaze she laughs: "Oh god i almost forgot to tell you. They ran out of toilet roll at the restaurant we ate at, and then Darren couldn't resist fucking me in the ass on the way back. There's quite a surprise there for you." Darren suddenly jumps forward and with a vice like grip grabs my face, powering my mouth open. I look up and see my wife's eyes, sparkling with amusement, as she stuffs the filthy cotton in my mouth. Immediately i taste Darren's salty cum mixed with a bitter, pungent, odour; my wife's cuckolds brownie. I finally crack and begin to cry, my body racked with sobs. Why is she doing this to me? She walks over to the bedside table and picks up what appears to be electrical tape, and even after what she has done i can't help but still admire her beautiful rounded arse through my tears. She hands to tape to Darren, who notices me looking at her and laughs while taping my hands behind my back, "looking's about the best you're gonna get from now on you fucking wimp." He tapes my mouth, my sobs turning into muffled groans as i feel myself almost fetish on my wife's used panties. She climbs onto the bed on all fours while Darren tapes my feet, and then he pushes me, and fall on my side, unable to move. They both laugh uproariously, and Darren kneels in front of me as my wife looks on, and wipes the precum from his huge cock all over my face and hair. I can smell his the musky scent of his cock, and i the slimey precum runs into my nose and eyes. He gives an amused grunt, and then goes to the bed and climbs behind my wife. "You see this?" my wife says as she looks over her shoulder and guides Darren's cock towards her pussy, "you're lucky to even SEE a cock like this. You fucking wimpy cuckold bitch." And with that she thrusts back and licks her lips while looking mockingly at me.

And so it goes on. You can kinda see where it's going from the title, but i have this fantasy all the time. Anyone else have this kind of intense desire for huniliation? Or am i just one freaky mister of a bitch?

Great Stuff!!!please continue!!

C'mon, make it real.

You're one freaky mister of a bitch...just like me!

Yeah, this is awesome. Thank you.

Like you I imagine my wife and her lover humiliating me in so many different ways.
To be shown up as a sissy and cuckold in front of them, our friends and everyone we know at work is my fantasy. To be deprived of any male or masculine ways including being sent to work dressed as a woman. Made to have boyfriends and ultimately being the nanny to a love young!