A Cuckold's Descent

John couldn't believe it. What was happening to him and Claire?

It wasn't all that long ago his wife had openly admitted she hated giving blowjobs. And yet here she was—on her knees in front of a big Black man. And she definitely didn't look like she hated it tonight.

John just stood there, frustrated, desperate, and unable to stop them. But more frustrating than that… he couldn't even touch himself.

And the worst part wasn't that he was watching his wife give a Black man a b*****b. No—worse than that was seeing just how turned on she was. More turned on than he'd ever seen her before.

No, the worst part was that John knew the truth.

He knew she was only that turned on because the Black guy was so much bigger—filling her mouth more, using her more—giving her something John never could. And no, it wasn't just the size.

Well… okay, the size was a massive part of it.

But it was more than that. It was the power. The control. The way this man completely dominated her. John could never do that. It just wasn't him.

As Claire once told her best friend after a very drunken BBQ:

"Girl, I hate giving head. Well… unless someone makes me do it. Then I can't get enough."

This is how poor John began his Cuckold Descent.