A Husband's Mistake - Chapter Two (Patreon)

After carrying John back to the house, Tim dumped him onto the floor, causing John to land with a thud, echoing through the otherwise silent house. Sarah emerged from the kitchen, shocked to see her husband's pitiful state. Her eyes widened upon seeing his soaked pants, and her face flushed with indignation.

John's heart hammered in his chest, fearing what might come next. He didn't dare look at Sarah. The anticipation grew as he waited for her response.

In the midst of the awkward silence, Sarah finally spoke. "What the hell is this? What happened to you?"

John couldn't bear to look at her, but he answered defensively, "Nothing."

She narrowed her eyes, incredulous. "Nothing? Look at yourself! You've pissed yourself! How can you say nothing happened?"

"It was an accident!" John protested weakly.

"An accident? An accident?

Are you serious?" Sarah sneered, disbelief etched on her face. She took a step closer to John, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and contempt. "Is this really the kind of man you are? Pathetic and weak?"

John's eyes filled with tears once more, but he remained steadfast in his defense. "I didn't mean for it to happen!"

"That's okay. Babies cannot control themselves," said Tim, who was enjoying the scene playing right in front of him.

"I'm not a baby."

"Aren't you? Do adults your age wet themselves?"

"You made me do it."

Tim and Sarah laughed, which only served to make John's humiliation worse.

"You did yourself. But I'm gonna make you do something now," said Tim, getting closer to John, "I want to put your thumb in your mouth. Suck on it, and without getting it out, beg me to become your wife's lover."

"What?! No way. I'm not doing that! Sarah," said John, raging with anger again, "Call the cops!"

"No," said Sarah, "I want you to do what Tim said."

John's legs began shaking.

"What?"

"You heard the lady. Do it," said Tim, forcing John onto the floor until he was kneeling right in front of them with his wet pants in full display.

"I-I can't," said John, fighting back more tears.

"Either you do it now, or I'll spank your ass until you comply," said Tim.

John's eyes widened with fear. He hesitated, then reluctantly nodded.

"I'll do it," he whispered, defeated.

"Good," said Tim, pressing John's thumb into his mouth. "Now suck on it. Don't take it out."

John did as told, sucking on his thumb with his wet pants growing colder and colder against his skin.

"Now beg me to be your wife's liver."

And John did, with difficulty, as his thumb prevented him from speaking like the grown-up he was supposed to be. "Pwease, be my wiwe's loves."

Sarah giggled, and Tim chuckled. And then Sarah did something John didn't expect. She kissed Tim right there and there, not caring that her husband was in front of them. Not caring about how ridiculous and absurd the situation was. It wasn't the alcohol doing the kissing. No. John could see it in her eyes. It was her own doing.

"Good Girl," said Tim, and Sarah should've complained, but she didn't, "But I think we are missing something. Ah, right. What should we do with your husband?"

John was sobbing as he sucked his thumb, looking away so he didn't have to see his wife in the arms of another man. A man who, by all means, was better than John at everything, and he was half John's age. John felt a surge of jealousy swell within him, but he tried to push it down. This was a punishment, after all. He needed to endure it. He focused on the pain of being kneeled before them, his thumb in his mouth, begging for their permission. The humiliation was almost unbearable.

Tim smiled evilly, seemingly amused by John's suffering. "I think I got the right idea. Given the fact you're already wet and sucking on your thumb, should we make it official?"

"Wat?" asked John, still sucking his thumb.

"If you want to avoid the pain of a lifetime, you'll now beg us to become our baby," Tim stopped, "I want you to say it. And call me, Daddy."

John gulped as he removed his thumb from his mouth. Was he ready to take that step? He had started the day as a husband and father and was about to end it as the baby cuckold of his best friend's son.

"I wanna bes yous, baby, Daddy," he said with tears in his eyes, his voice almost breaking.

Tim grinned evilly, a glint in his eye. "Good boy," he replied, using his thumb to wipe a tear off John's cheek. "So let's get started."

Not an hour after peeing his pants in front of Tim, John found himself lying on the guest room's bed, naked from the waist down. His thumb still in his mouth, rendering him helpless as he watched Tim secure the diaper around his waist. With each snap, he felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. Despite knowing this was all a part of his punishment, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and emasculated.

"That little thing you call a dick. I'm surprised your wife didn't leave you sooner. It's a miracle you managed to father children," Tim said with a smile, finishing the task, "By the way, welcome to your new life."

"I think he's going to cry," said Sarah.

"Wy?" asked John, pleading with his eyes at her wife.

"Why? Why did I allow him to do this?"

John nodded.

"What about because you are a terrible lover? Perhaps it is because you are lazy around the house. Maybe it's because I make more money than you do, and I still cook and clean around here. You know what? I think it's just because Tim is ten times the man you'll ever be. His cock is ten times the size of yours!"

John was now crying desperately.

"I would stop crying, little one," said Tim, "Unless you want the entire neighborhood to find out."

"I think he's crying because he's sleepy. Aren't you?"

John shook his head.

"We don't have a crib for you. But we can fix that later. Maybe in the morning, you'll be more manageable."

And Tim and his wife left the room and turned off the lights. Defeated, wearing nothing but a diaper, John's mind couldn't stop overthinking the entire situation. He had started the day as a married man with two kids and a grandson on his way. Now, he was lying on the guest room bed in a state of pure infantilism.

He heard noises coming from the room next door. The noises became loud moans, and he knew his wife was keeping her word. She was having sex with the young and handsome neighbor. And John could do nothing. How could he? Calling the cops meant everyone would find out. Everyone would know his shame. And what could he say? Really? He attacked Tim. And it's not like Tim broke into their house. Sarah invited him. He could get a divorce. But Sarah was right. He wasn't successful enough to handle a recession with just his income. And then, the kids. What would the kids say?

Every little possibility passed through his tired mind until his body couldn't handle it anymore. He cried himself to sleep that night.