**My Ultimate Humiliation – A Cuckold’s Nightmare**

It started with a text. *”You’re going to watch tonight.”* That was all she wrote, but my stomach twisted into knots. My wife—no, my Goddess—had been teasing me for weeks about this moment, promising me the ultimate humiliation. She’d found *him* at the gym—some tall, ripped dude named Jason with a smirk that made me want to shrivel up. And now, after weeks of her flirting, of her sending me pics of his thick forearms, of her laughing about how *small* I was compared to him… tonight was the night.

She made me wait outside the bedroom like a dog. I could hear them inside, giggling, the rustle of clothes. My cock was already hard—pathetic, right?—but my hands shook with shame. “Come in,” she finally called, her voice dripping with cruelty.

I opened the door, and there she was—spread out on the bed in black lace, her perfect tits barely contained, her thick thighs parted just enough to tease. And *him*—standing beside her, already shirtless, his abs flexing as he smirked at me. His sweatpants hung low, and the outline of his cock was *disgustingly* big.

“Look at him,” my wife purred, running a hand down Jason’s chest. “This is what a *real* man looks like.” My face burned. “Get on your knees,” she ordered. I dropped instantly, my knees hitting the carpet.

Jason chuckled, stepping closer. “Damn, bro. You really let your girl boss you around like this?” His voice was deep, mocking. My wife laughed, cupping his bulge through his pants. “Oh, he *loves* it. Don’t you, baby?”

I nodded, my throat tight.

“Say it.”

“…Yes, Goddess.”

She grinned, then hooked her fingers into Jason’s waistband. “Watch *carefully*.” She pulled his sweatpants down, and his cock *sprang* free—thick, uncut, already leaking. My stomach dropped. It was *massive*, easily twice my size, veiny and heavy.

My wife moaned, stroking him. “Fuck, you’re *huge*.” She glanced at me, her eyes dark with cruelty. “Lick his balls while I suck him.”

I wanted to die. But I crawled forward, my face inches from Jason’s musky, low-hanging balls. The smell—hot, masculine—made my dick twitch. I stuck out my tongue, lapping at his sack like a starving dog as my wife took Jason’s cock deep into her mouth.

The sounds—her gagging, his groans—destroyed me. “Fuck, your wife sucks dick *way* better than you do,” Jason grunted, thrusting into her throat. “Little bitch can’t even get her off, can you?”

I whimpered, my tongue still working his balls. My wife pulled off with a wet *pop*, grinning. “He’s *useless*. That’s why I need a *real* cock.” She spread her legs, her pussy glistening. “Jason, fuck me. Make him watch.”

I was forced back, made to sit against the wall like a fucking spectator as Jason climbed between her thighs. He didn’t even prep her—just lined up his thick head and *shoved* inside.

My wife *screamed*, arching off the bed. “FUCK! *Yes!*”

It was brutal. He fucked her like an animal, her tits bouncing, her nails clawing at his back. “You see this?” Jason growled, slamming into her. “This is what she *needs*.”

I couldn’t stop staring—her tight pussy stretched around his monster cock, her juices dripping down his shaft. *She never moaned like that for me.*

“Come here,” my wife gasped, pointing at me. I crawled closer, shaking. “Taste him. Taste *your* failure.”

She grabbed my hair, *yanking* me to her soaked pussy. I could smell them—his musk, her arousal. I licked where they were joined, lapping up their mixed fluids. Bitter. Humiliating.

Jason laughed. “Damn, he *likes* it.”

My wife moaned, grinding against my face. “I’m gonna cum on his *real* cock—not your little clit.”

And she did. She came *hard*, her thighs clamping around Jason’s hips as she screamed. He pulled out, his cock glazed with her, and jerked himself over her stomach. Thick, hot ropes splashed across her skin—*marking* her.

Then she looked at me, smirking. “Clean us up.”

I obeyed, licking his cum off her belly, my own pathetic cock dribbling in my pants.

And I knew—I was *nothing* compared to him.

And I loved it.