To a man, there is no such thing as cheating, whether you are married or otherwise involved. You have the right to enjoy yourself with whomever and wherever you want. In this guide, we choose wives as examples.
Story Tags: Body Writing, Cheating Husband, Cuckquean, Cuckquean’s Humiliation, Exhibition, Femsub, Guide, Humiliation, Maledom, Marriage, Musk Slut, Office, Panties Stuffing, Piss Enema, Piss in Ass, Public, Pussy Stuffing, Spitting, Tit Slap, Urination, Used Panties, Watersports
Chapter 2 How to Handle Jealous Bitches
It is an innate nature of a man to proliferate genes and spread his seeds for the survival of our species and his own lineage. It is your mission and duty in life to uphold this noble tradition. To a man, there is no such thing as cheating, whether you are married or otherwise involved. You have the right to enjoy yourself with whomever and wherever you want.
As a desirable man, you are constantly swamped with sluts. But for the bitches who are unable and unwilling to understand the concept of sharing, you have to put your foot down. It is a privilege for a slut to serve you, not the other way around. They should feel honored that you even lay your eyes on them. Brother, never hide your need.
In this guide, we choose wives as examples, but it works for your girlfriends and mistresses as well.
***
First is breaking the news. Here is how to tell your wife about your side piece.
Be honest; your wife has seen better days. Her attitude sags right along with her tits. She has unlocked a new skill called nagging and sticking her nose into your business. She has a dozen questions about where you’ve been, who you’ve been with, and what you’ve been doing. Today, you are granting her wishes. You’re going to tell her everything in explicit detail. Remember to repair a souvenir for your wife. Might I suggest your mistress’s lacy thong? Better yet, make them juicy with your semen and skank’s love juice.
Now, do you have all you need? Alright, let’s begin.
The best time to break the news is when your wife’s naked body is writhing beneath you in your marital bed, her legs clamping tightly around you, her panting huffing in your ears. You look into her eyes and savor her impending anguish. While you slowly impale her cunt, you say, “Remember Elena? My secretary? Blonde, cow tits?”
Her nostrils flare with boiling rage. Her cotton-ball fists swing at you as she tries to push you off of her. “How dare you talk about another whore in our bed?”
Tired of her tantrum, you hold her down firmly while slowly and sharply thrusting your thick pole inside her pussy. She’ll feel the impact of your every word as you lean down and speak into her ear. “I am your husband—your god. I will talk about whatever I want and whomever I want. I can make one phone call, and Elena will be here. In your place. Spreading her cunt and begging for my cock. Do you want that?”
She swallows a lump in her throat, tears brimming her eyes, but she has no other options. “N-n-no …”
“Good cunt.” You lean back and relish your victory while casually hammering her into oblivion. “Where were we? Ah, Elena. Oh, wait. My bad. I forgot about my receptionist. We’ve hired a new girl today with the longest legs you’ve ever seen. She greeted me at the front desk. She smiled and kneeled in front of me to tenderly kiss my crotch. I was in a good mood, so I let her suck my cock.” You smirk and keep a torturously slow pace. Despite her pained expression, her pussy contracts harder and harder with her legs digging into your waist. “Unlike you, she took great care of my balls. Her tongue licked every wrinkle on my sacks. Maybe, I’ll fuck her tomorrow. What do you think?”
She inhales deeply and says, “S-sounds great, dear.”
But her lack of enthusiasm ticks you off. Your hand lands on her boob. A loud smack echoes in the air as her eyes widen. “And?”
She claws the pillow underneath her and says, “Sh-she’d love your big cock inside her.”
“I’m glad we agree.” You show your approval by massaging her bruised breast directly on the red mark of your handprint. “Then, my cock was out and rock-hard. I casually walked to my office. The sluts always love a good show in the morning. Elena was already waiting on her knees at the door. Her humongous boobs hang out of her blouse. Her legs spread as much as her tiny pencil skirt allowed. Her red lace thong hangs on her thighs. Soaking wet. Like this.” You reach over and pull out a red, soiled thong from your nightstand. As your wife’s eyes bulge from shock, you place the underwear on her face. Her tears are probably soaking your pillows now but you don’t care. Instead, you wait until she has taken a few breaths of your skank’s filthy thong. “So? Elena is gorgeous, isn’t she?
Her voice trembles along with her tender walls. “She … she … s-smells great, dear.”
“My cock smelt like that the whole day.” Her vagina clenches around you at your revelation. You grin ear to ear and resume thrusting, but faster and harder. “Then, I said hi to her tits. Do you know how?”
Her voice was breaking. “N-no … n-no, pl-please tell me.”
“Of course, you always want to know everything. I pinched her nipples like this.” You grin and catch her twat clinging shamelessly to your prick as your fingers crush her erect nipples.
She whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut.
“I pulled Elena up and pressed her boobs against the glass door. I fuck her hard from behind.” You fervently pound your wife into the mattress, spreading her thighs wide open, her knees almost touching the sheets. “Her cunt felt so good. Much tighter than your old, loose pussy.”
Her whimpers turn into roars of pleasure. Her mouth clamps down on your mistress’s thong. The taste of your side whore’s snatch seeps into her tongue. The fume fills her nose and pierces her brain. The harder she braces for your pummeling, the stronger the taste and smell. Between heavy panting, she hollers, “Pl-pl-please … cum inside me! Please fill me up!”
You stop abruptly and slap both of her breasts rapidly. “Why would I? Elena will give me much better kids anyway. Unlike you, she’s young and smart.”
She wails in pain or desperation, or both. Her bosom is completely covered in angry red handprints. She claws at your arms, her legs grabbing your waist miserably, pulling you close. “No! No! Please, I can’t live without your cum!”
“Is that so?” Your fingers toy with her throbbing and swollen clit. Before she realizes what’s happening, you shove her off you and get off the bed. To her shock, you stroke your prick and shoot a gallon of white on the floor. “If you want it so badly, come and get it.”
Your wife is sitting up now and watching with her mouth hanging open. She can’t believe what you’re asking of her. Unfortunately for her, it is much worse than she thinks.
You smirk. “Scoop my cum up with my whore’s thong. Then you can shove it wherever you want.”
Your voice jolts her back to reality. “Y-yes, dear.” She starts to crawl to your white puddle on the tiles, her trembled fingers clutching Elena’s red thong.
“Go on.” Your shaft gives one final jerk, unloading the last spurt of your seed.
She looks up to see your glistening prick dangling just out of her reach. She bites her lips and starts wiping. The lace fabric in her hand quickly absorbs your milky nectar. She squats and hurriedly pushes the foul underwear in her twat while she stares at your dick like a starving slut who has never seen a man before. The droplet of cum hanging on the tip of your crown is too enticing. “All … all done, dear.”
“Show me.”
She spreads her thighs wide open, her fingers pulling her pussy lips apart, exposing the ball of lace inside.
“Now, you can spend the night getting to know Elena.”
“Sh-she feels lovely inside me, dear.” Her expelling pussy lips say otherwise as if they are disgusted by their inside.
“Isn’t she?” Don’t you just love the anguish in her voice? With twisted glee, you press your heel on her bulging clit and send her tumbling on the tiles.
She immediately howls and clutches your ankle, but instead of pushing your feet away, she pins it down even harder. Her mind goes blank as a tidal wave of pleasure plasters her nervous system. Her hips thrust against your heel like a demented stripper. “God! Yes, yes, yes! I’m cumming on your feet!”
Finally when she is but a sweaty mess on the floor, you walk over to her head and wipe your sodden foot on her flushed cheeks. Her face is no better than your welcome mat. “Good slut. You may sleep between my legs.”
“Th-thank you, d-dear.” She manages to string a few words together, getting to her feet, trailing behind you.
You lie on your back and stroke your wife’s silky locks flowing on your crotch as she nuzzles against your rod. “Take a deep breath. My cock will smell a lot different tomorrow.” You smirk and instantly feel a powerful breeze on your loins as she hungrily inhales a mixture of your musk and her naughty scent.
***
When introducing your mistress to your wife, remember they are all your whores. Your treatments should reflect their whorish nature. The mistake most men make is elevating their mistresses’ statuses far above their wives. All whores are the same. Whether wives or mistresses, their sole purpose is serving you. Don’t let your new shiny toys fool you otherwise.
Next, always pitch your whores against each other. Your whores must alway vie for your attention and affection. You must become the center of their universes. The common pitfall is allowing your sluts to enjoy each other too much and forget about you—their master and god. Essentially, all you sluts must hate each other’s gut and put on phony smiles just to please you.
When you’re clear on the principles, you can begin the introduction. Here is a simple example on how a proper introduction should go.
On an uneventful evening, you come home with your mistress by your side. Your wife, who is waiting by the door, rushes to you, her silky nightgown rustling with every step she takes. Her eyes glow red watching your hand disappearing into your side whore’s mini pencil skirt. But your smirk keeps her attitude in check.
Thus, she forces a smile and dutifully kneels down in front of you. After softly kissing your crotch, she says sweetly, “Welcome home, dear.”
You pile up the frustration by ignoring your wife and focus on your mistress. Your lips are a hairbreadth away from her youthful and burning ears. Your fingers give her wet vulva a sharp thrust. “Why don’t you introduce yourself, Elena?”
The sudden force of your thrust almost topples Elena over. Her thighs squeeze together, regaining balance. Her cheeks flush red. Her skin is slick with sweat. She has been enduring your intrusion in her sensitive canal the entire ride home. She takes a deep breath and steels herself. Slowly, her trembling fingers unbutton her blouse and pop her ginormous melons out of its restraint. Presenting her breasts like a plate of fruit, she struggles through her rehearsed introduction. “Evening, ma’am. I’m Elena … twenty years old. I’m Sir’s secretary. These … these are my cow tits.” She looks at you before jiggling her breasts side to side. “My tits love dancing.”
Your wife is furious, biting her lips at the obscenity. You reach down and press her cheek against your crotch. Her eyes widen as she feels your growing erection poking her face through your clothes. You grin and relish in her contorted expression. The night is still young. “Aren’t they perky, honey?”
“Yes, dear.” Your wife’s bitter voice rings into your loins. No matter how much she hates the depravity, her inner slut craves your touch.
Elena hikes up her skirt, exposing her bare nether regions and your two fingers inside of her. The wrinkled crotch of her thong uselessly clings to the crevice of her loins. Her juice drips down your digits and pools on the floor. She spreads her pussy lips, revealing how deep your fingers are inside of her. With her velvety slit in direct view of your wife, she says, “This is my pink cunt, ma’am. Sir is … teaching me to loosen up.”
“Her cunt is too tight for me.” You beam, mocking your wife’s tired twat. Her anger is so palpable you can taste it. You withdraw your fingers and place them on her lips. Her minute flinch of disgust doesn’t escape your keen observation. “Have you seen a cunt so fine, honey?”
“N-no, dear.” Your wife smiles, but her tight lips and clenched jaw betray her true emotion. Her mouth reluctantly engulfs your fingers and dutifully licks your whore’s juice. Then, she nuzzles against your crotch and looks up sweetly at you. “She tastes amazing, dear.”
“My wife can’t get enough of you.” Your eyes turn wicked. Stroking your wife’s cheek, you say, “Why don’t you show Elena her welcome gift?”
Elena looks surprised as she watches your wife rise to her feet and start undressing. The white silky nightgown slides over your wife’s body and pools at her feet. Elena gasps when your naked spouse parts her labia and reveals a ball of red lace fabric inside her vagina. The same lacy material Elena wore on her snatch yesterday.
“I’ve flavored your thong for you.” Your wife’s pearl jumps as each word leaves her mouth. Her twat drools desperately down her thighs.
Elena’s mouth hangs open, her pupils dilating. She freezes in place, unsure.
“Put your gift on.” You order.
Elena immediately takes off her underwear and waits as your wife drops down on her knees and carefully helps Elena into the filthy thong. The same thong which is completely saturated in her love juice. She slips the crotch between Elena’s pussy lips. You catch a flash of green crosses your wife’s eyes before she cruelly pulls the thong up. The lacy thong digs painfully into Elena’s most sensitive flesh, causing your new toy to convulse and groan pitifully. Without any delays, your wife puts on the spare thong in Elena’s hand and beams at you. “All done, dear.”
You smirk at the mostly naked sluts sharing underwear. “Isn’t that sweet? You two are now sisters. Sisters share everything. Give your sister-whore a kiss.”
“Yes, sir,” the women say in unison and lock lips. Their hands cup each other’s faces while their tongues battle over dominance.
You move closer and place your hands on both of their backs. Before they can react, you squish them together. “Your nipples can kiss too.”
“Yes, sir.” Maintaining their kiss, they press their tits together, their erect nipples twirling together.
Your hands slide to their buttocks and maneuver them forward. “Spread your cunts. Grind your clits together.”
They slide their thongs aside. With their labia apart, they glide their swollen nubs together. Silver threads of naughty juice link their engorged vulva lips.
You plunge two fingers inside each twats. Wanton gasps fill your ears. “Remember, this is how whores kiss. Whores kiss with lips, tits, and clits.”
“Yes, sir.” They pant, their mouths agape, their passages desperately clinging to your digits.
“Let’s move the party somewhere else, shall we?” Then, you guide your whores to the bedroom.
“Yes, sir.”
***
Once in the bedroom, you command your whores. “Undress me.”
Your wife doesn’t miss the chance and sinks to her knees, seizing control of your magnificent manhood. She gently traces her lips on your zipper and unbuckles your belt, much to Elena’s envy. In revenge, Elena crashes her cherry lips upon your mouth as she unbuttons your shirt.
Nothing beats eager sluts vying for your attention. With your left fingers inside your secretary and your right fingers digging into your wife’s hair, you sigh as your rock-hard prick hits the air and your wife’s soft lips. Your suit is now littering the floor.
“Dear, please have me. I miss your cock.” Your hag greedily kisses your mushroom tip, her eyes burning as she watches you enjoy Elena’s plumper and riper lips.
You break off Elena’s kiss and glance down at your wife. “You don’t get to decide here. I’ll fuck whomever I want.” From above, you can see her carefully concealed mask cracking. You drive her further to the edge. “Prepare my cock. I will have Elena.”
“Thank you, sir.” Elena beams, showering you with kisses while pressing her inflated balloons on your bare chest.
“But—”
Before your crone can retort, you shove her head down on your sword until your full length is buried to the hilt. You hold her in place with her nose against your pube and make yourself clear. No defiance is tolerated. With your wife gagged, you toss Elena away and command your side piece. “Strip.”
“As you wish, sir.” You’ve trained the minx well as Elena slowly slips out of her clothes, swaying her hips side to side, enticing you with a show. She arches her booty at you, highlighting her curves and sleek slit.
“On the bed. On all fours.”
“Yes, sir.” Elena smiles and obeys.
You can sense your wife’s hatred as she goes down harder on your dick and tempts your ejaculate. But you don’t let her have the chance. You grab a handful of her hair and pull her greedy mouth off of you. Then, you drag her along as you walk to your marital bed. You hoist her head up by her hair and force her to witness the consummation of you and your mistress. With your wife’s face only inches away from Elena’s twat, you glide your erection along Elena’s wet snatch.
Elena moans, urging you on. “Please fuck me, sir! My naughty cunt craves your big, thick cock!
But not yet. You feign clumsiness, sliding your erection. You turn to your wife and say, “Strange. I can’t seem to find her pussy. Why don’t you give me a hand, honey?”
Your wife’s mind is crumbling before your very eyes. Her lips tremble with rage or disgust you’re not quite sure. Maybe both. On the other hand, Elena is completely bewildered by your words. She hopelessly spreads pussy as wide as humanly possible and exposes her impossibly pink canal. Her rosy wormhole seemingly has a mind of its own. The sleek fleshy passage gasps, begging for your attention. “Please don’t tease me, sir. Ravish me! I need your cock!”
However, you ignore Elena and force your wife to respond.
“Yes, dear.” Finally, she reluctantly reaches out to your rock-hard pole. Her hand encircles your length and guides your crown to Elena’s drooling opening. She inhales deeply and pushes your entire shaft inside her hateful rival.
Elena weeps. “Thank you, sir! Thank you! My pussy loves your cock, sir!”
You smack Elena’s butt hard, staying still. “And?”
“Thank you for sharing your husband’s cock, ma’am!” Elana wails, deepening your wife’s despair.
“That’s better.” You grin and slowly thrusts your hips. “Kneel behind me, honey.”
“Yes, dear.” Your wife sinks her teeth into her lips and heeds your command.
“What do you see, honey?”
“Your magnificent cock’s fucking Elena’s cunt.” Her voice is full of spite.
You increase your pace, ramming faster and harder. Elena’s knees buckle under your force. “And?”
“Your balls are slapping her clit.” The sound of her grinding teeth reaches your ears.
“You’re splitting me in half, sir! Your cock is pounding my cervix!” Elena hollers, her hands gripping the sheet.
You reach behind you and shove your wife’s face forward until her nose is buried into your sacks. After every thrust, your heavy testicles slap her fat lips and your buttocks land directly on her hateful face. “How are you doing, honey?”
Your wife struggles to string an answer together, her words interrupted by your thrusts. “I … love … your balls … slapping me.”
“This is where you belong. On your knees. Getting slapped by my balls and ass while I fuck my whores.” You calmly paint a picture of her future fate.
“Yes … dear.” Wretched mentally, she presses her lips together, hindering your pleasure.
“Stick your tongue out.” Soon, you sigh in contentment. Your scrotum is immediately cushioned by wet and bouncy flesh after every thrust.
“I’m coming, sir!” Elena is panting heavily, her canal twitching and then crushing like a tidal wave on your fat crown.
You grunt, but before you allow yourself to climax. You hold your wife’s face against your sacks, making her feel your testicles’ contraction as you pump your load inside your mistress.
“Thank you, sir! Bless me with your child! I’ll be round with your babies!” Elena screams her lungs out. Her vagina wrenches you dry, squeezing out every last drop of semen.
“Don’t spill a drop.” You warn Elena and withdraw your shaft.
“I wouldn’t dare, sir.” Elena clenches her vagina close, holding onto your precious cum.
You grin and pry your wife’s mouth open with your juice-covered prick. Your mistress’s scent fumes her nostrils. “This is what my cock is going to smell and taste like all the time.” You pull her off your softening manhood and wait for her answer. “Understood?”
Your wife swallows a heavy lump in her throat and says, “Understood, dear.”
You stroke her cheek and ask, “Now what are you going to do?”
“Cl-clean your cock, dear.”
You smirk triumphantly. Your shaft twitches at her begrudging submission and accidentally hits her face, painting her nose with a glistening glob. “Get to work then.”
Your wife quickly engulfs your length, circling her tongue around your glans, digging the remaining cum out of your piss slit. Her lips linger, savoring the quality time spent with your manhood.
The corner of your lips curls up. You point at an empty space on the bed. “Lie down. Spread your legs.”
“Yes, dear!” Your wife beams and eagerly assumes the position. She holds her thighs spread at an 180 degrees angle, advertising her sleek and hungry hole.
You tap Elena’s knee and order, much to your wife’s puzzlement. “Share your reward.”
“Yes, sir.” Elena climbs on top of your wife, straddling her waist, hands on either side of her head. She lowers her cum-filled pussy on top of your wife’s and begins thrusting. Your wife gasps, clawing the sheet as Elena hips sway back and forth, feeding your seed into the hungry hole beneath. Their fat and swollen flaps grind together in an exotic dance. Their beads roll on top of each other, pulsing nonstop. Elena pinches her erect nipples, arching backward, and giving your wife one powerful ram on her twat. Elena howls as a stream of fluid explodes on your wife’s puffy labia, expeling globs of your semen into your wife’s glistening passage. “I’m cumming into your cunt, ma’am. I’m knocking you up with your husband’s cum.”
“Yes! Yes! Fill me up! Fill me to the brim!” Your wife’s claw at her tits and screams herself hoarse.
The obscenity of your wife and your mistress enjoying each other quickly invigorates you. You slip your hard-on right between their dripping twats and let them do all the work.
“Oh! Oh! Your cock is too hot, sir! It’s burning my cunt!” Elena vigorously slides her bloated labia along your steel pole from top to bottom.
Your wife would rather die than lose, thrusting her hips with equal ferocity, grinding her loose flaps against your rod. “Ah! I’m hugging you with my cunt!”
You sink your big hands into Elena’s gigantic breasts while enjoying the view of your wife’s bouncing tits from above. “Isn’t this sweet? You whores finally learn to work together.”
“Yes, sir! Please shower our cunts with your precious seed!” Elena screams between moans.
“Paint our cunts white, dear!”
“As you wish!” You roar and pierce the soggy sandwich of pussies. Your heavy rod crushes both of their swollen clits flat before blasting a bucket of milky and viscous lava on their loins. Two streams of clear liquid bust from above and below your shaft, engulfing you in a mushy hoagie.
“Ah!” Both sluts cry before collapsing, still hugging your pulsing shaft between their wet heat, enjoying the afterglow your throbbing rod provides.
You allow your sluts a minute to gather their senses. Then, you seize them by their heads and make them kneel on the floor at your feet. You place your piping hot prick on both of their faces. The scent of their cunts mingling with your musk and sperm fumigate their nostrils. “There is no wife or secretary before my cock, only whores. Understood?”
“Yes … yes, sir.” Still out of breath, your whores weakly admit in unison.
You rub your juice-covered member on their cheeks as you ask, “What are you?”
“Your whores, sir.” Their mouths hang open, catching their breaths, eyeing your manhood longingly.
“Good answer.” Yellow waste gushes out of your urethra, soaking their faces and their glossy tresses, trickling down their nipples before pooling on the floor.
Congratulations, you have successfully tamed your jealous bitches.
(To be continue)