Powerless to Stop His Cuckolding - Part 2 (Patreon)

Mr. Adams smiled and approached Alice. He took her hand and led her away from Charles. He picked up both glasses of champagne and handed one to her. They smiled at each other and both sipped the bubbly liquid. Neither paid any attention to Charles.

“What’s going on here?” Charles asked.

Mr. Adams glanced at Charles and placed his glass of champagne on the coffee table. He moved behind Alice and reached up to brush her hair to one side. His fingers found her waist and he leaned down and kissed the soft, exposed skin of her neck.

Alice closed her eyes and smiled as Mr. Adams placed a handful of kisses on her neck, all while Charles stood helplessly on the other side of the room.

“What’s going on here?” he asked again.

Mr. Adams looked at Charles as his hands slowly moved over Alice’s body. “What does it look like?”

“It looks like…it looks like…I don’t know,” Charles said. He was so flustered he couldn’t manage an answer.

Alice opened her eyes and looked at Charles. “It looks like your boss is seducing your wife,” she said.

Mr. Adams kissed her neck again and Alice took a long sip of her champagne. She smiled at Charles and turned her head towards Mr. Adams. Their lips met and her mouth opened. They shared an astonishingly passionate kiss as Charles remained on the other side of the room. His inability to intervene befuddled him, but for some reason he couldn’t find the strength to try and stop his wife from kissing his boss.

“Please, Alice…don’t,” Charles managed to say, though even he could hear how weak it sounded.

“Don’t what?” Alice asked as Mr. Adams kissed her neck once more.

“Don’t do this,” Charles replied. “Please, don’t do this.”

For just a moment Charles thought his wife might recover from whatever temporary insanity had gripped her. A sympathetic look crossed her face, like she realized just how crazy it was to be kissing another man in front of her husband. It disappeared after just a moment, though. Mr. Adams gently cupped her breasts through the soft red satin of her dress and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes, moaned, and turned her head. They kissed again. It was deeper. The passion between them had grown.

“I’m sorry, darling,” Alice said as she looked back at Charles. “But you’ll have to do better than weakly asking that I refrain from letting your boss have his way with me.”

Mr. Adams reached up and gently slipped the straps of Alice’s dress off her shoulders. He looked at Charles and smiled before pulling down her dress and revealing her perky, milky white, bare breasts.

“Your wife isn’t as happy as she deserves to be, Charles,” Mr. Adams said as he took Alice’s breasts in his hands and gently kneaded the flesh. “She confessed to me that you’re not everything she needs you to be. How does that make you feel, Charles?”

Charles watched his boss play with Alice’s breasts and listened to her moan. She had a joyful smile on her face, like his hands were the key to all of life’s pleasures.

“You should be embarrassed, Charles,” Mr. Adams said. He kissed Alice’s neck again and gently sucked on her earlobe. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, eliciting a long, low moan. “A woman as beautiful as your wife deserves to experience all of life’s greatest pleasures and you’ve failed miserably in that regard. You’ve failed in your duties as her husband.”

“I make her feel good,” Charles said. “I make her cum. We have an active sex life.”

Mr. Adams pushed Alice’s dress over her hips and it fell to the floor, revealing a triangle of dark pubic hair above the pink, swollen flesh of her pussy lips.

“Not all orgasms are created equal, Charles,” Mr. Adams said as he moved a hand between Alice’s legs. “Your wife deserves great orgasms. She deserves to cum so hard she ends up seeing stars. She deserves the kind of orgasm she wants to tell her friends about.”

From across the room it looked as if Alice had willingly surrendered her body to Mr. Adams. His hands moved over her pale flesh as if he owned it and she offered no resistance to his touch. When his finger slipped between her pussy lips she moaned. When he pulled on her nipple she moaned louder. When he kissed her neck she turned her head so their lips could meet and she could welcome his tongue into her mouth. She did it all without any apparent concern for Charles, who was still standing across the room as if his feet were stuck in concrete.

“Is he right?” Charles asked. “Am I not everything you need me to be?”

Alice looked at him and smiled. “No, you’re not,” she said.

Mr. Adams spun her around and they kissed as he grabbed Alice’s ass with both hands. She moaned into his mouth and her hand moved between his legs. Charles couldn’t see what she was doing, but it seemed clear that she was stroking Mr. Adams through his pants. She was playing with another man’s cock. She was giving him pleasure. It was obvious that the night was going to end with Alice getting fucked, and yet Charles couldn’t find the courage to try and stop it.

Mr. Adams picked Alice up and she wrapped her legs around him. They kissed as he carried her to the largest of the bedrooms. Charles watched Mr. Adams place his wife on the bed. Alice instinctively spread her legs as Mr. Adams kissed her neck and chest. His lips found one of her nipples and she moaned as he sucked on it.

Charles thought about turning around and walking out of the penthouse suite. He thought about leaving his wife and finding a divorce attorney. He thought about tossing aside the life he’d built with Alice, but he couldn’t do it.

Instead, Charles surrendered to the force that compelled him to follow his wife and his boss into the bedroom. He couldn’t begin to comprehend it, but he didn’t question it. He simply followed the directions that seemed to come from deep in his subconscious.

Mr. Adams moved between Alice’s legs and slipped two fingers inside her as Charles stepped into the bedroom. He pressed his lips against her clit and she let out a wild moan.

“Oh, fuck, Mark, that feels so good,” she said.

Charles wanted to say something. He wanted to try to put an end to his wife’s impending infidelity. He wanted to stop it before the evening reached its seemingly inevitable conclusion with Mr. Adams fucking his wife. He couldn’t, though. He couldn’t form the words. He couldn’t utter the protest that wanted to escape his lips.

“Are you going to watch?” Alice asked, dragging Charles out his head and into the present moment.

“What?” he asked, mostly because he couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea.

“Are you going to watch him fuck me?” Alice asked as Mr. Adams continued to pleasure her with his tongue and fingers.

She moaned as Charles stared silently. He wanted to say no. Why would he watch another man fuck his wife? Why would that be something he was remotely interested in? And yet, he couldn’t make his lips form the word. All he could do was stand there and watch as his naked wife writhed in the hotel bed while his boss went down on her.

“Of course he’s going to watch,” Mr. Adams said as he came up for air. “He wants to know what you need. He can’t help but be curious. He wants to see what he’s not giving you. He wants to see what it’s like when someone fucks his wife like she craves.” Mr. Adams stood and took off his jacket. He tossed it at Charles and said, “Hang that up for me, will you?”

Charles caught the jacket and stared at it as he contemplated dropping it on the floor and walking out of the room.

“Aren’t you going to do as your boss instructs?” Alice asked. “You don’t want to endanger your job, do you? Be a good employee and hang up his jacket. Then you can come and take his shirt and pants.”

Charles did as his wife said. He hung up the jacket in the closet and he returned to fetch the shirt and pants that now rested on the ground. He watched Alice sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed. She pulled down Mr. Adams’s underwear, exposing his stiff cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and looked up at him with a giddy smile on her face.

“Hang up his clothes, Charles,” Alice said.

Charles turned towards the closet and hung up his boss’s clothes. When he turned back his wife was on her knees in front of Mr. Adams. She had his cock in her mouth. She was looking up at him and giving a beautiful blowjob. She was offering him pleasure just like he’d offered her pleasure.

Charles stood stone still by the closet. He watched another man’s cock move in and out of his wife’s mouth.

“You have a beautiful cock,” she said.

Mr. Adams reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. He offered his hand and said, “Come here.”

Alice stood and pressed her naked body against his. Mr. Adams wrapped his arms around her and they kissed. He picked her up and placed her in the bed once more. She spread her legs and Mr. Adams crawled between them. Charles remained by the closet, unable to move and seemingly unwilling to try and stop his boss from fucking his wife.

“I need you inside me,” Alice said as Mr. Adams kissed her neck and played with her breasts. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Why?” Mr. Adams asked.

Alice looked at Charles and said, “Because I’ve completely forgotten what it feels like to get fucked by a real man. Because my pussy aches for the pleasure my husband hasn’t been able to give me. Now fuck me.”

Charles reached down and pressed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. Alice moaned as he pushed the tip inside her before pulling out again.

“Don’t tease me,” she said. “Just fuck me. Fuck me while my husband watches.”

Charles leaned against the wall as a unique kind of agony spread through his body. It seemed entirely possible that his marriage was about to end. At the very least it would never be the same.

Mr. Adams filled Alice with his cock. A long, low, intense groan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around him. “Oh my God,” Alice said. “Oh my fucking God.”

Charles told himself to leave. It was clear he couldn’t stop what was happening. Mr. Adams was in far better shape than him, anyway, so even if he tried to pull the other man off his wife he would have ended up with a black eye. He told himself to leave, but he didn’t listen. He simply leaned against the wall and watched. He watched another man’s cock move in and out of his wife’s pussy. He watched Alice have unprotected sex with another man. He watched his wife greedily welcome Mr. Adams’s cock inside her. He watched her cling to his body like he was the first man she’d fucked in a decade. He watched and felt the deepest humiliation he’d ever experienced.

“Fuck me, Mark,” Alice said. She sounded desperate, like she was worried Mr. Adams would pull out and deprive her of the orgasm she was clearly counting on. “Fuck me harder. Oh, fuck, fuck me harder.”

Mr. Adams gave Alice what she needed and Charles couldn’t help but notice that it seemed quite different than when he made love to his wife. There was something animalistic about it. It struck him that Mr. Adams was indeed fucking her. He was pounding her. He was delivering a thoroughly satisfying fucking and Alice was gleefully on the receiving end of it.

Charles made love to his wife, or at least that’s how he thought of it. It was tender and slow when they had sex. There was lots of kissing and touching and he’d always thought Alice was into it. Perhaps she was. Perhaps she simply needed what Mr. Adams was giving her too and Charles couldn’t offer it.

“Look who’s enjoying the show,” Alice said.

Charles followed her eye line to his crotch. He saw the erection his wife was looking at. It caught him by surprise. Somehow he hadn’t noticed. He was so caught up in what felt like misery that he hadn’t picked up on the obvious sign of desire protruding from his pelvis.

“There’s no reason to deny yourself, Charles,” Alice said. “Take your cock out. Jerk off while your boss fucks me. It feels fitting, doesn’t it? The better man gets to cum in my pussy and you get to cum in your hand.”

A heavy wave of humiliation hit Charles as he reached down and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his cock and wrapped his fingers around it. He looked towards the bed to see his wife and his boss kissing as they fucked. Alice’s attention had already been pulled back to the man inside her. That felt fitting, too. Why would she pay attention to Charles when someone else was about to make her cum?

“Does that feel good?” Mr. Adams asked. “Is this what you needed?”

Alice moaned. “This is what I’ve needed for years,” she said. “This is what’s been missing from my marriage.”

Mr. Adams managed to find a little more strength to fuck Alice even harder and faster. The bed squeaked and her moans grew louder. Charles stroked his cock faster as he felt the arousal that had built between his legs spread through the rest of his body.

“Mark…oh…fuck, Mark, I’m cumming. Holy shit, I’m cumming!” Alice cried out.

A screaming orgasm followed and Mark fucked her faster. His groans got lower and louder. Alice spread her legs wide to give him complete access. Her toes curled as the orgasm continued to vibrate up and down her legs.

“Cum inside me,” Alice said. “Cum inside me while my husband watches.”

Mr. Adams groaned and buried his cock in Alice’s pussy. Charles watched another man cum in his wife and he unloaded. His semen sprayed all over the hotel carpet as he leaned against the wall and did everything he could to maintain his balance. The sheer force of the pleasure rushing through him made his knees buckle so he slowly sank to the floor, eventually ending up on his ass with his still-stiff cock in his hand and a small puddle of semen in front of him.

Charles looked at the bed to see his wife and his boss kissing. Her hands moved over his back and through his hair as she showed her appreciation for the man that had just given her what seemed like the best orgasm Charles had ever witnessed.

“Look at him,” Alice said.

Mr. Adams turned and looked at Charles. “Pathetic,” he said. “What kind of man masturbates while someone else is fucking his wife?”

Charles looked away as a powerful sense of post-orgasmic shame washed over him.

“My husband, apparently,” Alice said. “I think I’ll be making some changes to our marriage. If he likes watching you fuck me so much, he should get to do it more often, don’t you think?”

“I do,” Mr. Adams said. “That’s exactly the sort of thing a man like Charles should get to do.”

Charles closed his eyes and sank into his shame. He’d had his chances to stop them. He certainly could have walked away. He chose not to, though. He’d earned whatever changes were coming to his marriage. Whatever Alice decided to do, he deserved it.

The End.