Story By Checkered

Just a story I came up with.

“Oh cuckolds brownie” I say out loud. My asshole boss had just invited himself to our house for dinner. My wife had a romantic evening for us planned since we were trying to have a baby. Now I would have to explain to her we were going to have my boss for dinner again, who tends to stay way into the morning, take to much and we’re exhausted by the time he leaves. Another night missed while she’s ovulating.
I’ve known the guy since kindergarten and as fate would have it he ended up being my boss at the factory where I work. My whole life I’ve been around this guy, he used to steal my toys in kindergarten, take my lunch money in junior high, we fought over a girl in high school and thanks to his athletic physique he won. In college he was the captain of the football team and I was the waterboy.
As my boss he’s an asshole too, telling me how I’m stupid, late all the time (which I’m not) and how lazy I am. At the christmas party last year I saw him take a picture of my wifes ass when she was bent over picking up her purse. He posted it on the bulletin board for everyone to see, you could see the outline of her black panties through the skin hugging pink dress. He wrote on it that I didn’t deserve that ass. It was embarrassing as hell, everyone would jab me about it at work. I took it down only for another one to reappear again. I never told my wife about it.
I’ve tried to get another job or transferred to another part of the plant. One time my transfer was about to go through and Carl, my boss stopped it. He told the head of the other line that I was, and I quote, “Lazy as cuckolds brownie and late all the time”. He told me later that he just said that because he needed me on that line and that was that. With the economy the way it is, there was no other job offers coming in, so I was stuck in this job.
But now the guy thinks we’re best buds or something because I’ve known him for so long. He’s recently divorced and has been inviting himself over to our house to “party”. He gets takes hits on my wife, takes all my whiskey, eats my food and never chips in any money. Every time I get the courage to tell him off my wife reminds me that I need this job. So as always, I’m biting my lip about him coming over.
When my shift is over I head over to the payphone to call my wife. It rings as I’m anticipating the disappointment on the other end, but no answer. Just then Carl grabs my shoulder, “Hey man you got Jack and Coke at your house or what?”
“No” I reply thinking about how he demolished our supply over the last 2 nights.
“You better get some then for tonight, its gonna be awesome. By the way, dwayne’s gonna be late tonight so you gotta stay on the line another hour or so.” Carl states flatly.
“Ok” I sigh as I start to pick up the phone again.
“What you doing fool? You ain’t paid to socialize, get to work!” Carl states as he pushes me around by my shoulder.
“But I gotta call Joanne and let her know about tonight.” I protest.
“I’ll let Joanne know, you just worry about getting Jack and Coke man. I’ll be there ahead of you, on account you gotta work and all.” Carl says with a grin.
“But..” I’m cut short
“But nothing man, don’t worry about it. She’s cool with me coming over right? I mean I’m not some kinda burden to you guys am I?” He says with a glaring look.
A wave of adrenaline hits me as my mind can’t make up its mind whether to tell him off or just be subservient. Quickly though my meeker side won out. “No ya its cool, you can come over whenever.”
“Alright then, see you tonight. Now get to work.”
I shuffle back to my position on the line with mixed feelings. Anger that he still keeps manipulating and pushing me around and a bit of shame about my meekness. I would love to tell him off and let all my anger out, but when the time comes I just can’t seem to do it. I spend the rest of the shift lost in my own thoughts until I’m finally relieved an hour and a half after my shift ended.
I rush to my locker, change my clothes and rush to the pay phone. “Hello?” I hear my wife's voice on the other end.
“Hi honey I’m sorry I...” I’m cut off.
In the background of the phone I can hear Carl. “Is that him? Tell him to get his ass over here, white boy is always late. Oh and tell him not to forget the takes! This wine isn’t that great!”
I sigh as I start again “I’m sorry I tried...” Cut off again.
This time my wife. “You could have warned me you know. “
“I tried bu...”
“I answered the door in my lingerie. I was waiting for you, candles and everything.”
“Oh my god I’m sorr....”
“He took a picture of me, with his phone. He said that’s going on the board. What does that even mean? Do you know?
“No I don’t know honey, I’m sorry I’m on my way!”
“You better hurry, he’s drank a bottle of wine already.”
“I’m sorry. He’s such an ass, he just invited himself over and...” Again I was cut off.
“Don’t call him an ass, he’s going through a hard time. His wife left him and he needs the support of his friends.” She explains.
“I thought he left his wife...” I mutter. “Anyways I’ll be there soon I just gotta stop by the store to pick up... his takes...” I state.
“Hurry up!” She hangs up the phone.
I hurry out to the parking lot and jump in my car. Racing to the convenience store, I’m stopped by the police and get a ticket. By this point I’m in panic mode, I’m about 3 hours late and counting. The store I’m at doesn’t have Jack, but they have Coke. I have to run to another store.
3 and a half hours later I return home to my beautiful wife who is entertaining and feeding my asshole boss. I walk into the kitchen to find my wife in her white bathrobe sitting next to Carl on our couch in the living room. I drop the bottles on the table and walk in and kiss my wife on the forehead.

She looks at me with a frown. “I’m gonna change, I haven’t had a chance since Carl came.”

“Wait don’t yet, have a shot!” Carl yells. He jumps up from where he is sitting and rummages through our cupboards for shot glasses. “Where your shot glasses at?”

“We don’t have any” My wife yells back into the kitchen.

“Guess we gotta use regular glasses then”. Carl rummages around in the kitchen some more then comes into the living room with glasses of whiskey with at least three shots in each. “Drink up folks. You behind white boy, me and your wife each had half a bottle of wine!” He says.

I’m surprised at this since she wouldn’t usually take so much. But as I look down at her, she has a red nose and squinted eyes on her otherwise stunningly beautiful face. Sure signs she’s had a fair amount to take already.

As she reaches for the glass the slit in the robe rides right up to the shear panties from her lingerie she’s wearing under the robe. Carl extends his arm to hand her the glass and stares down at her crotch. Again I’m having a crisis in my mind about whether to speak out. But again I say nothing, as she reaches forward her robe droops down revealing her breasts in her bustier.

Carl smiles and nods his head. “Drink up girl, we’re gonna party tonight.” He deftly hands you your glass as he keeps staring at my wife.

At this point I’m really hungry so I suggest “We should eat.”

She looks at me. “Me and Carl already ate, you’ll have to reheat yours.”

I wander into the kitchen and as I’m fixing my plate I hear the unmistakable sound of a lighter striking. My wife had already scolded Carl 2 nights ago about smoking in the house. This time though I hear nothing. I peek into the living room and see her inhaling a cigarette and smell the unmistakable odor of weed.

I can’t keep my mouth shut about this. “What the hell? Carl you brought weed in here and smoking it in our living room?”.

I look at my wife, “and you’re smoking it too?”

I look back to Carl with a stern look. “Look Carl, we don’t mind you coming over and all but seriously you can’t do this cuckolds brownie here. I mean...”

Carl looks back to me with a disgruntled face. “What you saying little man?”

My wife who in her takes and presumably stoned state recognized the tension between us and put her hand on Carl's arm. “He’s just concerned Carl, it's a new house.”

Carl looks down at her hand with the ring on her finger, then puts his hand on top of hers. Looking straight into my eyes he says “no worries little man, I ain’t gonna hurt nothing.”

She gets up and heads into the kitchen while Carl finishes the joint. He stares at her ass as she walks in.

“What’s wrong with you?” I start.

“Listen calm down, its just some weed and hopefully it mellows him out so he doesn’t yell so much. Besides you can’t tell him off, he’s a hurt man and he’s your boss.” she replies.

I start to calm down a little bit as she puts her hands on my shoulders. “I’m sorry we didn’t get to try tonight. He invited himself over again I...”

“Don’t worry about it” she says as she turns to walk back into the living room. “You owe me a back rub though”

Carl's voice echos around the corner. “I’ll give you a back rub you won’t forget girl, come here.”

My wife stops and shakes her head and looks back at me with a glance. “Alright Carl, thanks she says.”

I’m pretty sick of this at this point, I just want him out of my house not talking to my wife, not eating my food. If he does one more thing I think in my mind, I’m telling him off.

I gather my plate, nuke it and walk into the living room. My wife is sitting on the floor in front of him with her robe on backwards. He’s gently rubbing her shoulders and moving down her back.

“This things in the way.” He says as he undoes her bustier. As it loosens open she gives a slight jump. She gives a quick look at me and then cranes her head back to Carl, who sits over her. “You a fine looking lady. I’m gonna give you a fine rub.”

As I watch his massive hands gentle squeeze her small shoulders and move down her back, I’m again getting angry. I’m about to say something when I hear her moan. “Mmmmm... right there, thats the spot. She arches her back and rotates her shoulders as he rubs. This causes her robe to fall down to her breasts. Looking down, Carl stares at her cleavage.

As he rubs her back below her shoulders I can see his hands under the robe move along her sides just touching her breasts. She moves slowly back into him and closes her eyes. I can see his hands moving across in her robe and cupping her breasts. Every fiber of my conscious being is yelling at me to stop this, yet I’m paralyzed.

As I watch my wifes small figure being groped by this large man, who I’ve had a grudge against all my life I don’t do a thing. I start to feel a sickness in my stomach, a cross between butterflies and food poimistering. But I look on at the spectacle.

My wife is making little cooing noises now as he rubs her breasts. Carl stares intently down at her and I’m still in shock, I imagine with my mouth open full of half chewed food. I see his hands moving down her belly inside the robe.

She raises her hands and clasps them around his neck behind her. She looks up and they kiss. I ask myself how can this be happening as the sickness in my stomach gets worse. A realization comes to me. I’m the only sober one here.

Adrenaline flows as my brain again shouts for me to do something. But again, I do nothing. I sit there transfixed on what's happening before me.

I see movement now down by her crotch, he’s rubbing her pussy. My mind is racing, what is going on? Why am I not stopping this. She starts to turn around and puts her hand on his crotch. He takes one hand out of her robe and undoes his pants. She pulls out his cock and grips it in her hand.

My stomach now feels as though I’ve been punched, and my balls feel like they’ve been kicked. My body finally agrees to do something and I shout “HEY!”

Carl looks at me as he inserts a finger into her pussy and she squirms. He breaks the kiss long enough to say “Fuck you little man.”

I look down at my wife who is staring at his cock, I start to gaze at it too. Its big, bigger than mine, and something I can’t explain. It’s like it was shaped perfectly, nice and smooth no big veins. It was a nice looking cock if I can explain it like that, like something you would see in high quality porn or something.

As I stare at my beautiful petite wife with one hand grabbing this man’s large cock and being mauled by him. My confused thoughts get even worse, now I’m not only ashamed of the fact that I’ve let this go on this far. I’m actually getting turned on by it.

Like it or not my boss is a handsome man, better looking than me and much more athletic I’ll freely admit. As I watch him with my wife I realize they’re both beautiful together, I feel like the odd one out. Out of shape, not as handsome or manly, smaller cock. He’s more manly than I am in almost every way. As he slides the robe off of her I start to feel that maybe I really don’t deserve her.

I watch this man that I honestly hate grope my wife, kiss her, finger her pussy all on the night we were supposed to be trying for our first young. She’s mad at me because I was late which was caused by him, he cost me a speeding ticket. All of these things I should be mad at. How do I respond? I get a hard on. My cock gets sore as it presses against my jeans.
I undo my pants and pull it out. Carl sees me and gives me a grin again pushing his finger up into her pussy making her jump. Then he reaches down and grabs her under the shoulders and pulls her ontop of him.
For the first time she looks at me, me cock out of my pants watching her with my boss. She smiles at me. As she looks down at my cock I feel somehow less masculine, like one of the lesser males in a pride of lions. I would love to grab my wife and start fucking her right now, but its like my body knows its place. I’m a lesser male than Carl, and I will let him fuck her.
Although my body knows its place my mind is a mess, shame is overcoming me as I feel I haven’t been able to keep control of what was mine. Another man has just come and taken my wife from me, and she went willingly.
She’s grinding his large cock against her pussy now. He grabs her panties and rips them off of her. Her pussy lips are now spread open on his cock as she rubs her clit up and down it. Carl is grabbing her breasts and hips and ass rubbing his hands all over her.
I put one hand on my cock and immediately experience guilt. I should be a man, I should be doing something about this. “This shouldn’t be happening”, my mind is screaming. But all I do is start to stroke my cock as my wife slowly lines up his cock and she slide down on it.
He thrusts up and it disappears inside of her. Again I feel shame thinking I couldn’t even fuck my wife this way cause my cock wouldn’t even reach her pussy when she sits on my lap. But with his big frame, she looks even more petite than she really is. His big cock easily penetrates her and pushes her pussy lips aside.
Carl stands up with her holding her while still inside of her. He sets her down on all fours on the ground. He tilts her head up to look at me, her eyes stare into mine. He again begins thrusting into her doggystyle.
I’m about to cum now as I stroke myself, all of my guilt, shame and anger has given way to hormones as I’m more horney now than I’ve ever been.

I once got mad at her when she told me once the doggy style was her favorite position, she told me she’ll accept that I’m not big enough to do it though. Now I’m watching as a real man takes her from behind and the look on her face can only be described as heaven. I’m seconds away from cumming when I hear him whisper in her ear. “Tell him how much of a wimp he is”.
“Wimp” she says.
“No, tell him.” he says again.
“You’re a small dicked loser!” She shouts. “See his dick? He’s a real man!”
I came hard and fast and my jizz sprayed all over myself. “You’ll never get it done that way.” he says.
“What?” I pant.
I watch as my wife starts arching her back and moaning, she pushes back into him hard. She’s getting ready to cum. At the last minute he grabs her hips and pulls her hard into him and looks at me and grunts. I can tell he’s just pumped his semen into my wife’s fertile womb. She’s still groaning as she gyrates against him.
“You gotta cum inside her to make a baby fool.” he smiles at me.
My wife gets up off the ground and stumbles to our bedroom. “I gotta go to bed she says. You coming?” She looks back at Carl and reaches out her hand. Carl takes her hand and she leads him into our room. I watch ashamed as they walk away cum dribbling down her leg. Carl’s hand planted on her ass.
The next day at work there was a picture of my wife in her lingerie on the board. It said “I fucked the cuckolds brownie outta that. And he definitely doesn’t deserve her.”
Tonight my wife invited Carl over, she said she needs another back rub. I can’t wait.

HOT story!!
Cuck who loves a creampie.