I should have known something was off the second I walked into the house.
Emily was already home. She never beat me home from work. But tonight she was standing in the middle of the living room wearing the tight black dress she only wore when she wanted to get fucked. Her makeup was perfect. Her lips were painted deep red. And she had that calm, dangerous look in her eyes — the one that said she was already in control of everything.
Including me.
“Strip,” she said the moment I closed the door. Her voice was calm. Too calm.
I froze. “What?”
She tilted her head slightly. “I said strip. Clothes off. Now.”
My mouth opened to argue, but my hands moved on their own. I started unbuttoning my shirt like someone else was controlling my body. My fingers worked fast, almost eager. Within seconds my shirt was on the floor. Then my pants. Then my boxers.
I stood there completely naked in our living room, my cock already half-hard from the sheer humiliation of it.
Emily smiled.
“Good,” she said softly. “Now sit in the chair.”
Again, my body obeyed before my brain could catch up. I walked over to the armchair in the corner and sat down. The second my ass touched the cushion, it felt like invisible restraints locked around my wrists and ankles. I couldn’t move. I tried to stand up — nothing. My muscles wouldn’t respond.
“Emily… what the fuck is going on?” I asked, voice shaking.
She walked toward me slowly, hips swaying. When she reached me, she leaned down and ran her fingers through my hair almost gently.
“I found something today,” she whispered. “Something very special. It lets me control people. Their bodies. Their thoughts. Their orgasms.”
She smiled wider.
“Especially yours.”
My stomach dropped.
She straightened up and looked down at me like I was already beneath her.
“You’ve always had this fantasy, haven’t you?” she continued. “Deep down. You’ve jerked off thinking about me fucking other men while you watch. You’ve imagined being denied, being humiliated, being forced to sit there with a hard cock while someone else uses your wife.”
I wanted to deny it. I wanted to tell her she was wrong. But my cock betrayed me — it twitched hard between my legs, growing thicker by the second.
Emily noticed. Of course she did.
“See?” she said with a soft laugh. “Your body already knows the truth. From now on, you don’t get to cum unless I allow it. And tonight… I’m not going to allow it.”
She leaned in close again, her lips brushing my ear.
“You’re going to sit there, hard and desperate, and watch while I get fucked. And you’re not going to cum. Not even when you’re begging for it.”
My breathing was getting heavier. My cock was now fully erect, throbbing in the open air.
Emily straightened up and walked toward the bedroom. Before she disappeared inside, she looked back at me one last time.
“Stay right there. Don’t move. Don’t speak unless I tell you to. And don’t you dare cum.”
Then she was gone.
I sat there in silence, heart pounding, cock aching, completely unable to move. Ten long minutes passed. I tried to will myself to stand up. I tried to reach down and stroke myself. Nothing worked. My body wasn’t mine anymore.
Then the doorbell rang.
Emily came out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a tiny red thong. Her tits were bare. She didn’t even try to cover herself. She walked straight to the front door like this was completely normal.
When she opened it, I saw him.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, and looked like he spent half his life in the gym. The kind of guy who used to make me feel small. He stepped inside without hesitation, looked at my naked wife, then glanced over at me sitting helplessly in the chair.
A slow, arrogant smirk spread across his face.
“She wasn’t lying,” he said. “You really are going to sit there and watch.”
Emily closed the door behind him and turned to look at me. Her eyes were dark with lust and power.
“Say hello to Marcus,” she told me. “He’s going to fuck me tonight. And you’re going to watch every second of it.”
Marcus walked over to me and stopped a few feet away. He looked down at my hard cock with amusement.
“Already hard,” he said with a chuckle. “Pathetic.”
Emily walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She looked at me over his shoulder.
“From now on,” she said softly, “your orgasms belong to me. And tonight, I’m denying you. Completely.”
She kissed Marcus on the neck, then looked back at me.
“Enjoy the show, husband.”
Then she dropped to her knees in front of him, right there in our living room, and started unbuckling his belt.
I couldn’t look away.
I couldn’t move.
And my cock was so hard it hurt.
Emily dropped to her knees without hesitation.
She looked up at Marcus with pure hunger as she pulled his belt open and unzipped his jeans. When she reached inside and pulled out his cock, I felt something twist deep in my stomach. He was already hard. Thick. Longer than me. Emily wrapped her fingers around it and let out a soft, appreciative moan.
“Fuck…” she whispered, mostly to herself. “I knew you’d be big.”
She turned her head slightly and looked straight at me, still holding his cock in her hand.
“Look at it, baby,” she said sweetly. “This is what a real cock looks like. Not that sad little thing between your legs.”
My face burned with humiliation. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. The mind control kept my eyes locked on the scene in front of me.
Emily leaned forward and dragged her tongue slowly from the base of Marcus’s cock all the way to the head. She moaned again, louder this time, like she was tasting something delicious. Then she opened her mouth and took him inside.
I watched, completely unable to move, as my wife started sucking another man’s cock right in front of me.
The sounds were obscene. Wet. Filthy. Emily was putting on a show, and she knew it. She kept glancing over at me every few seconds, making sure I was watching. Every time our eyes met, she would moan around Marcus’s cock like she was getting off on my suffering.
Marcus groaned and grabbed a handful of her hair.
“Deeper,” he ordered.
Emily obeyed immediately. She pushed forward until her nose was almost touching his stomach. Her throat bulged. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t pull back. She held it there for several long seconds before finally coming up for air, gasping and coughing.
Strings of spit connected her lips to his cock.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled at me.
“Do you see how good I am at this?” she asked. “I’ve never sucked your cock like this, have I? I never wanted to. But for him…” She looked up at Marcus and licked her lips. “For him I’ll do anything.”
Marcus chuckled darkly.
“Get on the couch,” he told her. “On your back. Legs spread.”
Emily stood up without a word. She walked over to the couch — the same couch we watched movies on together — and laid down exactly how he told her to. She hooked her thumbs into her tiny red thong and slowly pulled it down her legs, then tossed it in my direction. It landed on the floor right in front of my chair.
I could smell her arousal from where I was sitting.
Marcus didn’t waste any time. He stepped between her spread thighs, grabbed his cock, and rubbed the head up and down her wet pussy. Emily moaned and lifted her hips, trying to get him inside her.
“Please,” she breathed. “Fuck me. I need it.”
Marcus looked over at me one more time, smirking.
“Listen to your wife beg for my cock,” he said. “And you can’t even touch yours.”
Then he thrust forward.
Emily cried out as he sank into her in one smooth stroke. Her back arched off the couch and her mouth fell open. Marcus didn’t give her time to adjust — he started fucking her hard and deep right away, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
I sat there frozen, watching my wife get pounded by another man.
My cock was painfully hard. It throbbed and twitched with every thrust Marcus made. Precum was leaking steadily from the tip, dripping down my shaft. I desperately wanted to touch it. I needed to cum more than I’d ever needed anything in my life.
But I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t even close my eyes.
Emily turned her head and looked at me while Marcus fucked her. Her eyes were glassy with pleasure.
“Do you see how deep he is?” she moaned. “He’s so much bigger than you. He’s stretching me out… fuck… I can feel him in my stomach.”
Marcus grabbed her legs and pushed them back toward her chest, folding her in half as he drove into her even harder. Emily’s moans turned into loud, desperate cries.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped. “I’m gonna cum on his cock while you watch…”
She came hard.
Her whole body shook. Her toes curled. She screamed Marcus’s name as her pussy clenched around him. I had never seen her cum that intensely with me. Never.
Marcus didn’t slow down. He kept fucking her straight through her orgasm, using her like a toy.
When she finally came down, she looked at me again. Her face was flushed, her hair messy, and she was still getting fucked.
“You’re not allowed to cum,” she reminded me, voice breathless. “No matter how badly you want to. No matter how much it hurts. You’re going to sit there with that pathetic hard cock and suffer.”
She smiled, cruel and beautiful.
“And we’re just getting started.”
Marcus pulled out of her suddenly and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He positioned her so she was facing me, then slammed back inside her from behind. Emily’s mouth fell open in a silent moan as he started fucking her even harder in this new position.
Every thrust made her tits swing beneath her. Her eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time.
“Look at me,” she ordered. “Don’t you dare look away.”
I couldn’t have even if I wanted to.
Marcus reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back.
“Tell him how much better I fuck you,” he growled.
Emily’s eyes fluttered, but she kept looking at me.
“He fucks me so much better than you ever could,” she said, voice shaking with pleasure. “His cock is bigger. He lasts longer. He makes me cum so hard I can’t even think straight.”
She moaned loudly as Marcus slammed into her again.
“And you…” she continued, staring straight into my eyes, “you’re going to sit there hard and desperate while I get filled with his cum. And you’re still not going to be allowed to cum. Not tonight. Maybe not for a long time.”
Marcus groaned behind her.
“Fuck… I’m close.”
Emily pushed back against him, meeting every thrust.
“Do it,” she begged. “Cum inside me. Fill me up while he watches.”
Marcus buried himself deep and came with a low, animalistic growl. I could see his cock pulsing as he pumped his load into my wife. Emily moaned the entire time, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
When he finally pulled out, thick cum immediately started leaking from her used pussy and dripping down her thighs.
Emily stayed on her hands and knees for a moment, breathing hard. Then she looked at me again.
She smiled.
“Still hard?” she asked softly.
I was. Painfully so.
She crawled off the couch and walked toward me on shaky legs. When she reached my chair, she leaned down until her face was inches from mine.
“Good,” she whispered. “Stay that way. Because this is only the beginning.”
She kissed me on the forehead, then turned and walked toward the bedroom with Marcus following behind her.
Before she disappeared down the hallway, she looked back one last time.
“Don’t move,” she said. “And don’t you fucking dare cum.”
Then she was gone.
I sat there alone in the living room — naked, painfully hard, and completely under her control.
My cock throbbed helplessly between my legs.
And I already knew I wasn’t going to be allowed to cum tonight.
Not even close.
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