**Beach Vacation Humiliation**

The sun was setting over the beach, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, but I wasn’t looking at the horizon—I was watching my wife, Sarah, wrapped in the arms of another man.

We’d met Ryan at the resort bar earlier, all tanned muscles and easy confidence, the kind of guy who didn’t ask for things—he just took them. And right now, he was taking my wife.

“Fuck, you’re so soft,” Ryan murmured against her neck, his big hands sliding over her bikini-clad hips while I sat on the lounge chair, my cock stiff in my shorts, helpless. Sarah glanced at me over his shoulder, her eyes dark with lust, her lips curled in a smirk.

“Tell him,” she purred, running her fingers through Ryan’s hair. “Tell him how much better he is than you.”

My face burned, but my dick throbbed. “He—he’s better than me,” I choked out.

Ryan laughed, low and deep, before pulling her bikini top down, letting her tits spill free. He squeezed them, thumbs brushing her nipples, making her gasp. “You hear that?” he said, not even looking at me. “Your husband knows his place.”

Sarah arched into his touch, her fingers digging into his arms as he bent down, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned, loud and shameless, her hips rocking against him. The sound sent a fresh jolt of humiliation—and arousal—through me.

“She tastes fucking amazing,” Ryan growled, pulling back just long enough to yank her bikini bottoms down her thighs. Sarah stepped out of them, completely bare now, her pussy already glistening.

“Lick her,” Ryan ordered, nudging her toward me. “Clean her up before I fuck her.”

My hands shook as I got on my knees in the sand. Sarah stood over me, her thighs framing my face, her scent thick and musky. I pressed my tongue to her folds, tasting her excitement, her wetness dripping down my chin.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, tangling her fingers in my hair. “He’s so pathetic, isn’t he?”

Ryan watched, arms crossed, his cock straining against his swim trunks. “Pathetic,” he agreed. “But useful.”

I licked faster, slurping at her pussy, my own need making me sloppy. Sarah’s moans got higher, her legs trembling, before she suddenly jerked back. “Enough,” she panted. “I want your cock, Ryan. Now.”

He didn’t hesitate. He pushed her onto the lounge chair, spread her thighs wide, and slammed into her with one hard thrust. Sarah screamed, her back arching, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck! Oh god, yes!”

Ryan fucked her deep and rough, his balls slapping against her ass, her pussy making wet, sloppy sounds with every pump. I could only watch, my cock leaking in my shorts, as my wife came undone under him.

“Look at him,” Ryan grunted, hammering into her. “Watching his wife get fucked like a slut.”

Sarah turned her head, meeting my gaze, her lips parted in pleasure. “You wish this was you, don’t you?” she taunted. “But you’ll never fuck me like this.”

I couldn’t speak. My throat was tight, my chest burning—but my cock was rock hard.

Ryan groaned, his hips stuttering. “Gonna fill this tight little cunt,” he warned, before burying himself to the hilt and pumping her full. Sarah whimpered, her body tensing as she came again around him.

When he finally pulled out, his cum dripped from her pussy, thick and white. Sarah lazily spread her legs wider, looking at me. “Clean me up, baby,” she ordered.

I crawled forward, my face burning, my humiliation complete—and my cock aching—as I pressed my mouth to her used pussy and licked her clean.