The Invisible Cuckold (Short)

All my usual warnings apply to this (rather silly) cuckold story.  If it's not your thing just give it a pass please.  This one is particularly silly too.  I just wanted something fun and goofy and easy to write to get me going again.  I hope at least a few of you can enjoy it.

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It was just this morning while waiting for at my bus stop to go to work that I was hit by a meteorite.  Just standing there by myself, minding my own business, when BAP!  Impact right at the top of my forehead.  At first I thought it a kamikaze wasp or some brat kid with a BB gun as it like mad but hadn’t really harmed me.  I reached up to feel it there was a bit of blood from a small laceration but nothing more, and no indication of what caused it.  When I looked around all was quiet.  I saw nothing moving.  Confused and curious, but not particularly worried, I put on a bandage from my satchel the cut and didn’t think more of it…until an hour later.

I sat in my cubicle at the office doing my best to pretend to be working when very gradually I began to have this unnerving sense of not being alone.  Sort of like that feeling that you are being watched but more intense.  I kept looking up to see if anybody was peeking over the walls and looking around to see if anybody had slipped in without me seeing.  There was never anyone there yet the feeling just would not subside.

An hour after that a very subtle pins and needles sort of feeling tingled across my scalp and gradually spread down my neck and spine.  Concern began to grow yet the sensation was so mild I couldn’t be sure I wasn’t just imagining it.  I was honestly more concerned by the ever growing sense that someone was with me to give it much thought.

And by lunch hour the alien symbiont and I had fully merged.  In the space of just a few minutes the tingles and paranoia faded and an understanding bloomed as gently and naturally as a fond memory coming to the surface.  The thing that hit me this morning was a colony of a mold like life-form that had traveled in deep hibernation through the dark expanses of space for untold ages until awoken by the light of Sol.  Using their innate powers of manipulating electromagnetic energy they instinctively veered toward the nearest source of living hosts, Earth.  There was no consciousness or will involved for they had none of their own, at least not in the way we understood such things.  The alien life was not malicious or aggressive or even a threat in the way an invasive species might be, its only imperative was to live in harmony with an intelligent host.  Now that it was bonded with me, spread through every nerve cell of my body, it was stable and content to stay hidden within me until my death.  Only then would they move on to find another host.

With the symbiosis came a gift.  I now shared their ability to manipulate electromagnetic energy.  Most of the power they possessed was locked off to me simply because I hadn’t the intelligence or knowledge to even begin to understand what was possible with it.  The one big exception was light.  Thanks to humans naturally being such visually based creatures I found that I had an innate understanding of the visual spectrum that allowed me to access this facet of their abilities.  As I sat in my cubicle, eating my ham sandwich, I began to test my newfound superpower.

Right away I already knew that the range of the power extended roughly a foot around me.  I knew it because it acted like a sixth sense and I could actually feel the field surrounding me like an aura.  Within that area I discover that photons were my play thing.  I could bend them, focus them, and generally manipulate them as effortlessly as commanding my own body.  Just in fifteen minutes I discover that I can cloak myself in shadow, I can glow, I can change colors, I can create laser beams, I can change appearance, and, coolest of all, I could actually become invisible!

I’ll never forget sitting in my cubicle, chewing on my dry sandwich, watching my hand go dark, go light, turn into paw, get bigger, get smaller, and then disappear altogether.  With my one foot of range I mess around with the stuff around me as well, making stuff appear and disappear and change shape.  I find I even had directional control so that I could make something look one way from one side and another way from the opposite, even to the point where I could see through my own illusions though it appeared solid from the other end in a manner similar to a one-way mirror.  The possibilities seemed endless.  When I accidentally shoot a pin point laser hole into my desk I decided to put a lid on my experimentation for now.

Now normally I would have been either freaking out or ecstatic or both, as any normal person would, but something in the benign and secretive nature of the symbiont stifled such excitements from arising in me.  I had just undergone the most miraculous change imaginable and I treated it like I’d just won one of our office raffles.  I was happy but hardly over the moon.  It was just a new thing about me now.  That said, something this important couldn’t go without some reaction.  I didn’t want it to become common knowledge and I had a sense my copilot didn’t want it either.  That sort of attention would not be pleasant.  But I simply HAD to share my incredible news with someone.  Someone I could trust.  My wife Sandy.  It had to be my wife.  As luck would have it she was on a sabbatical year and so she was most likely home right now.  This was the sort of news you didn’t deliver over the phone.

At half past twelve I am packed up and heading out of the office.  They owed me some time off and since nothing was going on today my boss had no problem with me cutting out early.  It was beautiful day so I decide to walk home instead of taking the bus and along the way I cannot help but have a bit of fun with my new powers.  I make myself look like huge musclebound dude, then a gorgeous blond woman, then an elderly grandma, and then a police officer just to experience the fascinatingly different reactions the different sorts of people received.  It showed me how each of them saw a slightly different world facing back at them.  When I was sure I couldn’t be seen I even turn myself completely invisible and follow a couple for a short time and listen in on their conversation.  They didn’t say anything of interest but just the fact I could do it so brazenly was a thrill in itself.

When I turn the corner to see our towering condominium complex in the distance I decide to keep the invisibility running and really give my spouse a surprise.  Oh, this was gonna be fun!

Being in the middle of a workday I am able to get into the building and take the elevator up to our floor without a soul around to see the doors operating seeming on their own.  I get our door, grinning from ear to ear, and verrrry quietly open the door and slip inside.  The television was on in the living room and the balcony door open to let in some of the great spring weather.  However, I creep around to discover that she wasn’t there.  There is a half drank coffee on the end table beside her phone, which she was rarely more than arm’s reach away from.  Turning my head I peer into the washroom to see dark and empty.  Weird.  I’d already seen the kitchen and dining room on my way so there was only one other place she could be.  The bedroom.  Hmm, that gave me kinky ideas.  Perhaps I could make this revelation one to remember.  Padding softly I make my way down the hall I enter our bedroom to find it uninhabited as well.

“What the hell?”  I whisper.  “Where could she be?”

Just then I hear a door slam followed by the loud giggles of my wife…and a man?

“What the…!?”

I have no time to reflect on it however as a moment later Sandy, still in her pajamas, comes bursting into the room with the guy following close behind.   Baggy jeans, dirty t shirt, and the black beanie he always wore over his shaggy red hair, it was the neighbor’s son Rory!  My mind refused to believe what was happening but their too familiar laughter and their clear destination of the bed left zero doubt as to what was going here.  I am just able to shift out their way so as not to be bowled over by the horny pair.

Wait a minute.  Wait a fucking minute!  Sandy was cheating on me!?  With fucking Rory of all people!?  WHAT THE FUCK!

Being cheated on was bad enough but Rory was young enough to be our son.  He was still in his last year of high school.  We’d known the family since he was still shitting his drawers for fuck sake!  Not only that, he was hardly some dashing young stud.  Somehow it probably would have been easier to take had it been a classically handsome athletic alpha male type, but Rory was as far from that as you could get.  Gangly, butt fuck ugly, lazy, spoiled, nerdy, and insufferably annoying I always assumed the lad wasn’t just a virgin but would remain so for better part of his life.  How wrong I was.  He was clearly no virgin because…he was fucking my wife!

I stand in stunned silence as I watch my wife of twenty years spin back around to face the scrawny nineteen year old ginger lad.  With a fierce grin she growls.  “Oh my God I need this today.”

I nearly keel over as Rory replies.  “That dick ain’t gonna suck itself.  Get to work ya old skank.”  With that he pushes her down by the shoulder to sit on the foot of the bed.

“Old!?”  She says even as she frantically undoes the button fly of his faded jeans.

He laughs.  “You are old.  Old as fuck.”

“I hate you so much.”

“But you love this fuckin diiiiiiick.”  He jeers and makes some teen gang sign thing as he points to his crotch with both hands.

No words are needed to confirm the truth of that statement as her lusty eyes widen as she pulls his jeans and underwear down his legs.  I am at last about to find my voice, to come out of my invisibility ranting and screaming, when my gaze catches sight of what my wife’s was already looking at.  I ready a laser to slice the home wrecking little bastard’s pecker off…until I see.

Ho…ly…shit!  Out from his snug briefs flops a massive meaty member that looked like it ought to be attached to a mule, not a human.  It had to be eight inches long and near as thick as a beer can and he wasn’t even close to hard.  Even soft his penis absolutely dwarfed my own at full mast.  I stand in stupefied awe as my wife wraps her hand around the flaccid girthy shaft.

“Now THIS is a fucking cock!”  Sandy’s cock hungry grin erased the mystery of why she would cheat on me with homely young Rory.

“Shut up and suck ya old cunt.”  Taking her by the hair he pulls her in.  She does not resist in the slightest.  In full obedience she opens her lips wide and latches on the fat knob and starts to suck.  “I can’t skip math again.  We gotta be quick.”

I knew I ought to be kicking this little mother fucker’s ass and tossing my unfaithful wife to the curb but there was something about seeing the woman I love with her mouth stretched around a huge schlong that kept me rooted to the spot.  It wasn’t the calming influence of my symbiont either.  My silence and stillness was down to me and my suddenly rock hard pecker.  I couldn’t explain why but the sight before me was EASILY the hottest, most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed.  That morning I had been struck in the head by a life-form from beyond our solar system, later I discovered I was now sharing my body with an alien mold colony, over lunch I discovered I had actual real life super powers, and yet somehow none of those were most Earth shattering event of my day.

“Mmm!  Mmrrrmmm!”  Sandy sucks and slobbers over the teen’s manhood with ravenous delight.  Her right hand had pulled her skirt back and I could see it was inside of her panties rubbing her snatch furiously.  Rory takes a tight controlling grip of her long brown hair and she loves it!  “MMMM!”

“That’s it you filthy whore.  Suck that young cock.”

Christ, I couldn’t get over how he talked to her.  Strong, educated, independent woman that she was, she’d NEVER let me get away with that shit.

“Mmm!  Mmm!  Mmm!”  She slurps and tongues his as if she were being charged by the second, racing to get it hard as quick as she could.  “Mmmmm!”

“You need that big young cock, don’t you slut?”

“YES!”  She gasps without hesitation.  Her tongue swirls around his enormous fleshy knob.  “I need your big cock.   I NEED IT!  MMMMM!”

“What’s the matter, John can’t keep his wife satisfied?”

That little prick!  Bad enough my wife was sucking his dick, now he had bad mouth me too?

“You are such an asshole.”  Sandy says then slaps his rapidly hardening wood against her pursed lip.  Good God he was big!  Would it ever stop growing!?  “I love my husband.”  She licks up and down his veiny shaft.  “He’s a good man.”

“But you love my cock.”  He laughs smugly.  “Say it.”

“No.”

“Say it.”

“He’s a good man.”

“He’s a fucking shrimp dicked loser.  Say it or I’m leaving.”

“You asshole.  Why do you always make me…?”

“I’m out of here.”   He goes to pull away.

“Wait!”  Her grip tightens on his dick as she relents.  “Fuck, okay.  Don’t go.  No, John can’t keep me satisfied.”

Her words are a dagger of ice straight through my pride and a shot of pure sexual rocket fuel straight into my peen.  While I didn’t consider it ‘my thing’ I’d dabbled with a bit of cuckold porn and erotica here and there, it was something of a boutique fetish that I saved for when I was in just the right mood, but seeing it happen with my own wife and hearing spoken from her mouth…wow!  And the fact that they didn’t know that I was here, that this would have been going on regardless of my presence, made it so raw and real.  She doesn’t stop there though.  Between her hard sucks and wet slurps she continues.

“Mmm.  My husband’s little dick is nothing compared to yours Rory.  I can barely feel his tiny dicklet when we make love.  Mmmmm!”  She sucks on his tip hard then lets it pop loudly from her lips.  “Oh my God, your cock is so fucking huge.  Shhhrrrppp!  I fucking love it.  Mmm.  So much bigger and better than John’s.”

“Ha ha!”  He crows, eating up her cruel words about me with relish.  I always noticed he looked at me funny when we passed each other in the hallway, a sort of lingering self-satisfied sneer which I always chalked up to teenage arrogance, but now I knew the real reason why.  This was so humiliating!  The kid was less than half my age but over twice as long and God knows how much thicker.  I was a grown ass man and he wasn’t even out of high school but where it really counted he put me to shame.  He watches my wife, his slut, ravenously kissing and licking his schlong with the smuggest most punchable grin on his stupid face.  “I didn’t tell ya to stop.”

A slave to the neighbor boy’s massive cock Sandy continues to emasculate me for his amusement.  “John’s only ever made me cum with his mouth and his fingers.  Mmmmm.”  She sucks harder.  “His pathetic little cuck bitch dick is fucking worthless to me.”  She slurps his hairy balls.  “It’s so pitiful the way humps me.  Ha ha ha!”  Her mouth glides up the front of his loooong dick.  “As if he’s doing anything for me.  Thank God he can’t last very long.”  She spits on his knob.  “John has my heart and my hand in marriage, but my mouth and ass and pussy are yours Rory.  YOU own this whore’s body baby.”

Jesus Christ!  I have to support myself on the dresser so as not to swoon on the spot.  She might have been saying these things just to satisfy his raging ego, but at this point I had no reason to doubt her.  I never knew anything could hurt this good.

“He he he.”  He nods his approval.  “Good little slut.  Such a shameless cock whore.”  His fist tightens further in her hair.  “You like this young dick so much, fucking take it!”  With that he sinks nearly a foot of thick throbbing meat straight down her throat!  I could literally see it distending her larynx as it went!

“GLLLRRMMM!!!”  My wife’s eyes water and bulge as this cocky teen impaling her maw and throat.  To my absolute amazement…she takes him!  Not easily, but she does it.  She takes every last inch of him!  Jesus Christ!  I cannot stop from letting out shocked gasp, thankfully they were too caught up in the moment to notice.  All this time I worried about going too deep when she was giving me head but I saw now that my six incher posed her no challenge at all.  Opening her mouth as wide as it would go she lets out a lewd wet gurgling noise.  “Gllnngghh!”

“Yeahhhhh.”  He sneers down at her dominantly.  “Fuuuuck.  Now I remember why I bother with you.  You are good little cock sleeve, ain’t ya?”

“GLLGH!”  She gags a ‘yes’.

“That’s right.”  He says as he grinds deep, forcing her lips and nose into his red bushy pubes.  “Nnngh.”  He flexes.  “Mmm.  Girls my age can’t take it like that, fuck you’re a good little slut.”

Tears stream from her eyes and spittle drips from her lips as she beams joyfully up at him.  She really took that compliment to heart.  I marvel at the woman I thought I knew so well.  Respected in her field, a tenured law professor, a fiercely proud career woman and academic, she now gazed up at this scrawny foul-mouthed boy looking as proud as I’d ever seen her from being called ‘a good little slut’.  I could make myself look like anything thanks to my new powers but that was child’s play compared to the transformation I was witnessing here.  Who was this person?

Rory grabs Sandy’s head in both hands and with all of the care he might show a fleshlight begins to fuck her face hard and deep and fast.  Sandy takes it with aplomb, glugging and gagging on the plunging shaft as if she were born to do it.  She stares up at him partly in defiance and partly in complete submission.  She beamed with some strange inner power as it was clear as day just how much she LOVED to be used like this.

“Glrgh!  Glugh!  Slrrk!”  A more vulgar noise I’d never heard as her moans mix with the sloppy gulping sounds of her deep throating.  “Gllk!  Sllrgg!”

“Fuck you can take a dick bitch.  Mmmm.”  Rory plows into her a bit longer then goes full hilt again to hold there.  “Hahhhh.”

“GLMMMM!!!”

Holding her tight to him he keeps there for some time, just watching her gag and squirm as the need for air begins to grow.  “Hey, the boys want another round with you.”

The boys?  Another round?  What was this now?

Her bright intense eyes begin to fade and roll back in her head, his manhood depriving her of oxygen.  Even now, not once does she fight him or even make a squeak of resistance.  He watches her in amusement for a few more long seconds then, mercifully, retracts his shiny wet tool.  Watching inch after inch of it emerge back through her lips was like some lewd magic trick.  How in the fuck she did take it all!?

Sandy coughs and gasps for air, saliva flowing freely from her mouth, before breathlessly croaking.  “When?”

“They want you for Grad.”  He pushes her lower to wipe his big dangling balls across her face, which she instantly snatches up into her mouth to lick and suckle.  “You’ll be in the limo and you’ll fuck anybody who goes in there.”

“Rory…”

“You’ll fuck anyone who goes in there.”  He says again more forcefully.  It was an order, not a request.  “I’ll make sure everyone’s over eighteen.  Other than that no questions, no conditions, no protection.  You are filthy fuck meat, nothing else.  Your just some holes waiting to be used.  DP, double DP, spit roast, bukkake, you’ll let them do whatever the fuck they want with you.  Once word gets out I am sure you’ll be a busy fucktoy.”

He couldn’t be serious!  My jaw hung open as I gawp at my spouse and wait to hear to the answer.

Unhurriedly she services his balls with her mouth before speaking again.  “Mask?”  The casualness of the question spoke volumes.

“Fuck no!”  He chuckles.  “I want everyone to see your stupid ugly slut face.  Most of’em have seen you already anyway.”

She nods.  She nods!  “I’ll think of something to tell John.”  She thinks a second then lets out a laugh.  “He trusts me.”

Okay.  That one hurt.  Still I am a captive to my desires though.  Even as my heart bled and my husbandly pride shatters my twisted horny mind was thinking of ways I might peek in on that limousine to watch what went on.  The images that swim in my imagination of her covered in cum, every hole oozing, left me weak in the knees.  Hell…if I had the nerve I could even disguise myself as one of the the graduating class and get in on the action without her even knowing it.

“There’s a good slut.”  He clubs her cheek with his dick  “Next Saturday.  The limo will pick you up at 7.”  

She lets out a laugh.  “I had cut poor John off for a while last time, I was sore for a week!  Mouth only.”

Last time?  There was a last time!?  I was being rocked time and again by the depths of my wife’s shameless unfaithfulness.  How many men has she fucked?  And how often?  And how long had it been going on?  I search my memory for the last time she’d ‘cut me off’, usually she was up for sex anytime.  It hits me.  The week of Easter.  I noticed her walking funny but she told me it was tweak from her pilates class.  Oh my God.  My aching cock strains for escape, the insides of my boxer briefs now smeared wet with copious precum.

“As if I give a shit.  He’s a fucking cuck.”  He motions.  “Get on the bed cum bucket.”

“I really do hate you.  You know that, right?”  She says even as she obeys.  “If it wasn’t for that god damned cock of yours I swear I would…”

“Shaddup.”  He peels out of his shirt.  “I ain’t got all day.”

Rory stands stroking himself as he waits for my wife.  Getting more bold I lean closer to get a better look.  The kid was foot long if he was an inch with the girth of a baseball bat.  Sandy doesn’t strip, she undresses.  There is no sensuality or flirtatiousness, simply an efficient removal of clothes so they could get down to business.  Though still beautiful to my eyes her middle aged body did nothing to impress the snickering teen.  A little plumper than she used to be, a bit more saggy than in her prime, a few wrinkles her and there, Rory looks at her with the smug disdain that only a teen could do so well.

“Jesus, what a fat fucking pig.”

 Laying back on our marriage bed she splays her legs wide and spreads her pussy lips with her fingers like the shameless whore that I now knew she was.  “Shut up and fuck me Junior.”

His grin widens.  “Junior?”

“You heard me…boy.”  She prods.  

This was obviously a preexisting thing between them.  Just the fact they had inside jokes was another cutting lash across my jealous heart.  Why did that pain feel so fucking GOOD?  

Coming closer he licks his fingers and slaps her pussy like he owned it then licks them again to smear over his tip.  He crawls onto the bed and between her open legs, readying to mount her.  “I ain’t no kid, slut.”

He slaps her moist cunny with his big spit soaked hammer then places the tip at her entrance.  I hurry around to get the best possible view.  There was no way that beast could fit inside of.  No way!  Even with her holding her petals open for him his tip completely eclipsed her drooling slit.

“You’re just a little booOOOOOYYYYY!!!”  Her insult turns into a cry of passion.  “OHHHHHHH!!!”

I watch in amazement as his thick knob forces its way inside of her.  For a moment I thought he might literally tear my wife in two but the rising ecstatic tenor of my wife’s moan, that a tinge of relief like that of an addict getting their fix after too long, told me that she was very, VERY accustomed to taking such a monster cock.  All I can do is stare in disbelief as inch after inch after inch after inch of thick teen cock disappeared inside of the pussy I so recently thought I had exclusive access to.  He was only halfway in and already he was forging into territory I would and could never touch with my own humble manhood.  I don’t now how, but she takes all he had.  Slowly and steadily all twelve inches bury themselves inside of her.

“Who’s the boy?”

All she could do is let out a long blissful whine.  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He stays balls deep for a solid minute, just stretching her out and letting her feel him again.  Her curling toes grip the air and her legs quiver, she lets out a shuddering breath before saying.  “Fuck Rory…ohhhh…you just get places that John can’t even get close to touching.  You’re stretching me sooo fucking goooood!  Oh God…YES!”

That ‘YES’ was the last straw.  I couldn’t take it.  The betrayal was too delicious to resist any longer.  Opening my fly I fish out my stiffy.  It was so fucking hard, aggressively hard, flexed to full rigidity and staying there.  Having just seen Rory’s monster my own felt feebly pathetic in my hand.  By the time I had it unsheathed my wife’s lover was beginning to fuck her and I fall in to stroke in time with him.

“Ohhhh!  Ohhhh!  Ohhhh!”  With each cunt stuffing stroke my wife moans like she never had with me.  These were sounds of genuine passion.  “Ohhhhhh!”

“Yeah!  Yeah!”  Rory grunts as he slams down into her in long powerful thrusts, stretching her wider and touching her deeper than her husband ever could.  “Fucking take it you old cumslut.”

“OHHHHH!”

“…nnngh…”  My lips clamped shut I hold in my grunt of orgasmic release as best I can.  From out of midair my creamy jizz becomes visible in long drippy ropes to splatter down onto the laminate floor just a foot or two beyond the foot of the bed.  Such was my burning humiliation fueled lust that I’d barely made it ten strokes before busting my nut.  I might not have lasted long but it was EASILY the best fucking orgasm of my life.  As I milk my cuckold seed onto the floor behind him young Rory was just getting warmed up, his deep delving thrusts nowhere near full throttle yet, which only furthered my indignity and intensified my long hard climax.  God what an awesome nut!

With me down for the count in the opening seconds of the first round all I can do now is watch a better man go the distance with my wife.

Clap!  Clap!  Clap!  His hips drive down into my woman hard and true, the thunderous impact of their bodies filling the room.  Having six plus inches more than me to work with allowed Rory double the space to pick up speed and momentum for each slapping thrust.  Every time his slick shiny wet cock appeared and disappeared through her taut fleshy curtains was a fresh reminder of his superiority.  Clap!  Clap! Clap!

“Fuuuuck!  Soooo gooood!  Soooo biiiig!  Sooo fuckinnng deeeeep!  You’re gonna make me cummmm!”

“Cum.  Cum for me you WHORE!”

Her body violently shakes as he fucks the orgasm out of her by raw brute size and power.  “HAOHHHHH!!!”

Oh, how he makes her sing!  Her cries of rapture ring high and loud with the steady clap, clap, clapping beat thumping beneath it.  I thought I’d seen my wife cum before but in all our years together I never heard a howl of release like that.  Even as her body quakes and quivers through her intense orgasm Rory only goes faster and harder and deeper.  Their clapping flesh sounding wetter for Sandy’s spraying juices.  I put my still hard dick away and, like a moth drawn to a flame, I get down to crawl closer.  Very carefully I get as close to the action as I dare, so close that my ears rang and the spray literally wets my face.  I take in the familiar aroma of my wife’s pussy and taste her off my lips.

Sandy’s scream of release turns into a whimper.  “Oh Jesus…I’m gonna….CUMMMMM!!!”

Hard on the heels of the first she humps and heaves and squirts her way through another carnal high.  Funny, she always told me that one orgasm was all that she was capable of.  Another lie goes on the list.

“Yeahhhh!”  Rory taunts.  “Cum!  Cum on a real man’s cock.”

“OHHHHHHH!!!”

In wide eyed wonder I kneel and watch Rory’s big tool hammer home again and again and again.  It is glorious.  I found that I liked that they couldn’t see me.  It made me feel even more insignificant, like I wasn’t even worthy of acknowledgment.  I was invisible already, but now I felt unseen.  I was thankful that my new passengers didn’t have higher cognitive functions like a sense of pride or moral judgment, because they would not have been thinking much of me now.  Remembering my new powers gives me and idea.

Rory’s dominating gaze never wavered Sandy’s face as he owned her both physically and by force of will.  I knew this from the brief glimpses I got through the momentary parting of their bodies on the out stroke.  Keeping my hand low, sliding tight along blankets, I reach closer so that my powers could reach them.  Once close enough I make my wife’s lover’s penis…disappear.

Bringing my other hand to my mouth I bite it so as not to make a sound.  With nothing to block my view I saw the full extent of her cavernous capacity.  There in front of me my wife’s cunt is gaped as wide as my fucking wrist as Rory’s invisible girth kept her tunnel stretched.  Rory might have filled her but my own meager manhood would have rattled around in there like a chop stick in a flower vase.  I’d never been tempted to fist her before but I saw now that she could definitely take it if I did.  Flustered and faint I am forced to retreat before I lost myself and gave my presence away.

For the next half hour I just watch from the side as he fucks her deeper than me, harder than me, longer than me, just plain better than me.  My wife’s animalistic yowls of erotic bliss and the lost desperate expressions of inner rapture left no doubt about it.  Her her hands grip at his sides or stroke his neck and hair as she gazes up at him in worship, she only receives a hard sneering glare back again.  Her body, gleaming with sweat, jiggles and bounces to his relentless pounding.  The lad is tireless, his sexual stamina a match for his horse-like size.  He makes her cum, and I do mean MAKES her cum for him, forcing the orgasms from her more times than I could count.  He calls her every degrading name in the book and it only makes her his all the more.  It was primal.  It was savage.  It was incredible.

With each passing minute my newly discovered fetish burned brighter.  I couldn’t hold a candle to this.  On my best day I couldn’t even get close to ravaging her like this even if I could compete with him on size.  Sandy and I made love, Sandy and Rory…FUCKED.

“Ohhhhh Roryyyyy!”  My better half cries in release for the dozenth time in a hoarse tiring voice.

“RRRMMM!”  He growls, his flaring nostrils snorting like wild bull.

He was getting close.  I could hear it in his ragged breath and see it in frantic motions.  It is only then it dawns on me that they weren’t using protection.  Fuck, what did it even matter at this point.  All I do is shift back around to the foot to watch it happen.

Sandy senses it too.  “Yes!  Yes baby!  Cum inside of me!  Fill me with your hot young cum.  Cum inside your filthy little slut!”

“GNNNNGHHHH!!!”  The teen drive balls deep, his ass flexes tight, and he holds there.  An instant later I watch in slack jawed amazement as his big balls throb, throb, throb rhythmically as they dumped hot virile cum deep, deep, DEEP inside of my wife.  “HAHHHHH!  Yeahhh!”

“YESSSS!!!”  Sandy’s legs lock around him to hold him deep as he fills her insides with his seed.  “I feel you cumminnnnng!  OHHHHHHH!!!”  One last orgasm for good the road.  I damn near cream my shorts and join them.

With a final snort and a sharp slap of one of her big tits Rory was done.  “Ugly old slut.”

Her arms let go of his shoulders and her legs go slack as she flops down into the mattress in exhaustion.  “I hate you.”  He pants.  “God I hate you.”

“Good.”  He chuckles.  He retracts his long thick glistening cock from her well fucked hole, a copious stream of his semen following out with it.

“Ohhhhh.”  She mewls contentedly as he leaves her empty.  “Same time tomorrow?”

“Nah.”  He says as he crawls back off the bed to gather his clothes.  “Ha!”  He spots the load I left on the floor and points at it.  “You squirted all the way out here.”  Picking up her t shirt he wipes his dick clean and starts to dress.  “You better clean that up before John sees it.”

Her hazy eyes watch him though she doesn’t move a muscle.  “Please.”  She pleads.  “Please come tomorrow?”

 He pulls his undies up and tucks his weapon of mass pussy destruction away.  “I’m busy tomorrow.”

“Please.”  She begs.  “Please Rory.  Please.  You can have my ass.”

“As if that’s something special.  It’s as fucking wrecked as the rest of ya.”

“Please.”

He rolls his eyes.  “Fuck you’re a needy cunt.  Fine, have me a lunch packed and I’ll swing by after John leaves in the morning.”  He points at her.  “Something good too, I don’t want some dry ass sandwich.”

“Thank youuuu.”  She coos happily.

“Whatever.”  He grunts.  He buttons up his fly and smooths his shirt.  “Oh yeah, Dad says hi.”

“Mmm.”  She smiles and says in a soft lilting voice.  “I miss the old man.  Hmmmmm.”

“Soon enough.”  He chuckles.  “I’m just keeping you loose until his retirement.  He’ll have all the time in the world come next year.”

“Like father like son.  He he he.”

Her treachery knew no bounds.  Not only was she a slut, she was a hand-me-down slut.

Now dressed he turns to look right at me!  More precisely, right through me.  Turning his head and smoothing his shirt he checks himself out in Sandy’s mirror on the dresser.  I hold my breath, my heart beating like a jackhammer, and pray he doesn’t step forward.  “Remember, next Saturday.”  He says only a foot from my face. 

“7pm.”  She closes her eyes.  “I’ll remember.”

Without even a goodbye he turns and walks out the door.  I moment later the front door slams shut behind him.

I stand looking at my wife.  She lays limp as an overcooked noodle with a distant cock drunk look on her face.  “Ohhhhh, I needed that.”  My wife absolutely glowed with an energy like I’d never seen in her before.  She was so happy.  So completely and utter satisfied.  So…beautiful!  I never truly understood how much I loved her until just this moment.  Never had I ever wanted her more.

Slowly she opens her eyes and lets out another long sigh.  Holding her left hand up she looks up at the wedding band I had placed there two decades ago.  “Sorry baby.”

I grin a deviant grin.  It was a bit late for sorry but that was okay, I already forgave her.

Silently I hurry from the room and lock the front door of the suite then turn to head right back again.  Along the way I rehearse in my mind what I was about to say before at last becoming visible and stepping boldly through the bedroom door.  “Honey, I’m home!”

“JOHN!”  She shrieks in terror at my sudden unexpected appearance.  She sits up in bed and scrambles for words.  “J-John, I…I…what…why are you…?”

My eyebrows raise and flirty smile brightens my face as I drink in her naked body.  “Well!  You got my text I see.  My goodness what a sight!”

Seeing I wasn’t yet angry or suspicious she seizes onto the lie and blurts out.  “Yes!  I sure did.  I got it.”

“I was worried it didn’t go through, my phone was acting up.”  I say as I slip my satchel off and begin to loosen my tie.  “I am certainly glad I sent it.  Damn baby, look at you.  I gotta come home early more often.”  

“Wh-what are you…?”  She stammers.

I throw my tie into the corner then hurry to unbutton my shirt.  “I’m gonna fuck you so good.  I’m gonna fuck you like a husband ought to fuck his woman.  Just like the text said.”

“Oh, right.”

I play the fool and pretend not to see the myriad of the clues staring me in the face.  The tousled hair, the sheen of sweat across her whole body, the engorged pinkened pussy gleaming with juices, the wet spot on the bed, the puddle of my own jizz glistening on the floor.  I keep my gaze locked on her guilty eyes.

“Uh…”  She stammers.  She was stuck and she knew it.  If she rebuffed me now the whole flimsy story falls apart yet she was wary of letting anything happen as I would surely figure things out.  Taking control I don’t give her time to think.

I put a knee up onto the bed between her spread legs…then dive down between them.  My lips lock onto her hot cunny and my tongue plunges as deep as it would go into her freshly creampied poon.

“Oh God!”  She gasps, stunned at my uncharacteristic aggressiveness.

A wave of pungent sex floods my nostrils and tongue as I taste Rory’s salty spunk and her sweet nectar.  Greedily I slurp and suck and spoon the jizm out with my lapping tongue.  Wild with lust I gulp it down like my last meal.  My lips and chin and cheeks are soon wet with their juices.  I nuzzle deeper into her, burying half my face into her freshly fucked pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet.”  I growl between loud slurping licks.  Even as I ate her out I was stripping down.  “So fucking hot and wet.”

“I…couldn’t wait to see you.”  She says, flailing about for any lie she could find.  “I started without you.”

“Thinking of me I hope?”

“Of course baby, who else?”

I would have went down on her for an hour had I not been so seized by a deep masculine instinct to reclaim her.  The moment I was able to wriggle from my trousers I crawl up to mount her, in the exact same spot Rory had just been minutes ago.  There were still depressions in the bed where his knees found purchase.  I settle my own knees into those grooves as I guide my cock into her slack slit.

“Ohhhhh.” I groan.

Sandy had never been the tightest gal but she’d never felt like this before.  My dick slips into her stretched, well fucked cunny without a hint of friction or resistance of any kind.  I press right into my hilt and I had barely scraped a wall.  It was the hottest, juiciest, slipperiest, LOOSEST pussy I’d ever felt.

“John…”  With worry in her eyes she was about to try for another fib, but I cut her off.

“Oh my God baby.  You feel so fucking GOOOOD!”  I grind as hard and as deep as I can and gyrate my hips to feel myself stir around in her open honey hole.

“I do?”  She says, then lets out a sigh of relief.  Wrapping her legs around me she grabs my sides.  “Make love to me you beast!”

She didn’t have to ask me twice.  I start humping into her like a madman.  Rory’s fresh slick semen made everything gooey and slippery.  This terrible wet sloppy hollow plopping sound quickly follows as my too small pecker splashes around in her stretched out cunny.

“HRRM!  RRRM!”  I am a man possessed as I fuck her with everything I had.  Slamming into her again and again in a pitifully futile attempt to get as deep or fuck her as hard as Rory had.  Huffing and snorting like an animal I hold nothing back.  “RRRRR!”

“Oh baby.  You’re so good today.”  In her eyes I could see the truth.  She couldn’t even feel me.  I could feel her flexing to try to tighten herself but Rory had been in her too recently and for too long.  I could barely feel her in return but what I could feel was the best fucking poon I’d ever had.

“RRRRRR!!!”

Slop, slop, slop, plop.  Twice I have to stop as my dick springs from loose pussy but I just jam it back in and keep pumping.  Slop, slip, slap.

“Ohhhh.  Ohhhhh.”  She moans loudly to cover the embarrassing hollow sloppy noises of our ill fitting lovemaking.  “Ohhh baby, yes.”  The moans I once thought real now sounding so flat and tepid.  “Oh yes baby.  That’s it baby.  Just like that baby.”

“You like that.  Mmm?”  I grunt.

“Ohhhhh John!”  After hearing the real thing her imitation cries of lust would never sound the same again.  Sweet music to my cuckold ears.

I could hear the delicious fakeness in her voice.  I could see the ego withering falseness of her shallow expressions.  I could still smell his sweat and cologne on her.  I could still taste his seed mixed with her nectar on my tongue.  And most exhilarating of all, I could feel how loose and wet and sloppy her pussy was around my comparatively meager manhood.

“GOD!  GUNNNNNGHHH!!!”  I plow half as deep as Rory, as deep as I could go, a bust my nut to mix with his.

Despite herself Sandy lets out a guffaw as she watches me cum.  “Already?”

“MMMMMM!!!”  It was even better than the first one.

Panting and spent I am hunched over her as I ride out the tail end  of my bliss.

“Wow!  You were worked up, huh?”  She says with a laugh.

“Yeah.”  I nod breathlessly.  “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.  You were incredible.”  My spend softening manhood slips from her creamy slit without her even noticing.  Her eyes focus on the bandage on my forehead.  “Oh, did you hit your head baby?”

I’d come home to tell her what happened.  After what I’d just seen though I think I’ll keep that secret to myself.  “I bumped into a shelf at work.  Nothing serious.”

“So…um, what brought you home early?  Not that I’m complaining.”

I hide my tricky grin.  “I got that afternoon off in lieu of an extra shift I have to take.”

“Oh?”

“Next Saturday night.”  I say.  “Sorry babe, there was nothing for it.  Client was only in town that night.  I might be late.”

“Next Saturday night?”  Her bright eyes glimmer.  “Oh, well, that’s okay.  I understand.”

I kiss her.  “I knew you would.  You’re the best.”

Before she could end things I kiss her again passionately, letting her taste what I tasted, then kissed and licked my way down her sweaty naked body to eat her out again.  This time I take my time though and really savor the special treat.

As I ate my wife’s warm, wonderful, cum filled cunny I reflect on the path that brought me here.  This morning something miraculous happened.  By a stroke of incredible fortune I gained superpowers.  It could have happened to anybody, but it happened to me.  Some would have been greedy and selfish to become super villains.  Some would use the gift to make the world a better place to become heroes.  Some would reject the abilities altogether being wise enough to know that power inevitably corrupts.  But me?  Well, I jerked off as I watched the hung neighbor boy fuck my unfaithful wife, and I loved every moment of it.  Who ever said that fate didn’t have a sense of humor?

The movies had The Invisible Man.  Comic books had The Invisible Woman.  Novels had Bilbo and his invisibility ring.  But here in the real world The Invisible Cuckold had arrived and the fun had just begun.