Sam was the neighborhood bully and had been since he was a kid. I liked Sam, but I was more intimidated by him than anything. Truthfully, I became his friend because it was better than becoming one of his wimps. Everyone was afraid of him – he was the typical bully. He got the meek to do what he wanted. All the girls he ever banged belong to other guys. No one said no to Sam. After all, he was an alpha-male, unlike me. I knew that if Sam ever decided to slap me around, I would have been helpless to stop him.
Cuckolded by My Wife and the Neighborhood Bully
Truth be told, I liked Sam’s bad-ass attitude, despite being intimidated by him. I figuratively kissed his ass enough times to warrant his loyalty. As the years passed, I became more of Sam’s yes-man more than anything. But when he set his sights on my wife, Julia, my fate was inevitable.
Sam always fancied my wife, always making snide comments to me like “dude, I’d love to hit that someday,” or “man, I bet her pussy is so tight since all she’s getting is your needle-dick.” It was always in jest; I never took his comments seriously. But when my friends, Joel, started to warm me about Sam and my wife getting too comfortable around one another, I got worried.
“There’s a reason he gets as much pussy as he does,” Joel said to me. “He’s got a monster-sized cock.”
“How do you know?” I asked him.
“Because my fiancée, Evie, told me,” Joel replied with his head down. “Right before she called off the wedding.”
“Oh, that’s why you guys called it quits?” I said, surprised. “I just assumed it was because you fell out of love with each other.”
“That’s how I sold it,” Joel replied .“I am still in love with Evie. But when my fiancée started fucking the neighborhood bully behind my back, I became a total afterthought to her and a cuckold husband in the eyes of everyone else.” (Note: for those interested in Sam’s prior cuckold conquest, see took place in the story, “Bully Found Out the Girl He’s Hitting On is Your Fiancée“.
“Fuck, I didn’t know that about you guys.” I said to Joel with a sympathetic tone. “Do people say shit to you?”
I mean, no one says anything to my face, but you know they’re thinking it when they look at you. And they talk to you the way you’re talking to me right now.”
“Sorry man, I just–”
“Don’t worry, I’m not mad. I’m just saying watch out. If Sam’s got his eyes locked on your girl, you’re as fucked as she’s gonna be.”
“I’m…sure things won’t…go that far…”
“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Joel said as he walked away.
There was truth to what he said. Sam and my wife started becoming friendly without me as days went by. Julia texted him a lot, always sending pictures of some kind, pictures she wouldn’t show me. Sometimes I would be driving home and see them on the street hanging out and talking. Sometimes I would come home and find my wife cuddled up in Sam’s arms on my couch. The last time I saw them so intimately together, the big bully gave me a wink and a devious thumbs-up.
With Me Trailing Them, the Neighborhood Bully Walked With His Arm Around My Girl
My friends and I were at the amusement park one night, and I couldn’t help but notice that my wife and Sam were inseparable. He was feeding Julia cotton candy as she sat on his lap on a picnic bench. Hell, he even had his arm around my girl as they walked around the fair (with me trailing behind them). At one point, when we were all on the Giant Wheel, I sat across from my wife and the neighborhood bully. When we reached the top, fireworks went off in the sky. My wife commented on how romantic the moment was. Sam seized the opportunity, looked at me, winked once more, then looked back at my girl, leaned in, and kissed her on the lips. After breaking the kiss, my wife smiled the big bully and kissed him back. They embraced and made-out passionately until we came down from the ride.
I walked ahead of Sam and my wife once got off the Ferris wheel. It hardly mattered, though. They were way into talking to one another. I wondered if they even cared how awkward they were making me feel at that moment. I decided to man-up and confront my bully and my wife for kissing in front of me in public.
“How could you do that to me?” I screamed, inadvertently causing passersby to look at me. Not wanting to look bad in front of anyone, Sam placed his big right hand on my face and pie-faced me to the ground. I feel backward right on my ass to a round of laughter from the sudden crowd around us. They dispersed upon realizing no fight was going to break out. One look at me in comparison to Sam and they realized I was too wimpy to let the moment go on further.
“Go home,” Sam said, pulling my wife close to him.
“He’s right, honey,” My wife said to me while clutching Sam’s arm. “I’ll see you when I get home, sweetie, okay?”
The two of them turned around and began walking away before I could even respond. I watched the big bully pull my girl into him close with his arm around her neck. My wife leaned her head on his right bicep as they strolled out of my line of vision.
I didn’t go home right away, though, I grabbed some junk food and wallowed in self-pity. The fact was, Sam just treated me – his so-called “buddy” – the same way he treated beta males in our neighborhood. He was winning my girl over with his assertive attitude, to boot. I was upset because there was nothing I could do to stop Sam if he was going to make my wife HIS girl.
After eating some street-meat in the food court, I decided to hit the men’s room and go home, as instructed by the neighborhood bully. While sitting in the toilet stall, a male and female walked into the stall beside me, the girl giggling louder the closer she got to my stall. The door was closed so I couldn’t see what they looked like.
“Uh, this is the men’s room,” I shouted to the mysterious couple from inside my stall.
“Holy shit, it’s him, hahaha” I heard the male voice whisper.
“Let’s get out of here, quick!” The female whispered back in worry.
“Fuck that, let’s go with it!” The male voice laughed. He sounded kind of familiar without whispering so hard.
The sound of a zipper replaced the whispers, followed by the sound of wet sucking, then gagging. After a minute of that, the wall dividing me and the couple SLAMMED hard enough to touch my left arm.
“Fuck me, Sam. FUCK ME!” the girl whimpered.
My heart stopped. I scrambled to drown out the familiar voices fucking so loudly. This was not happening. No, no, no, no, no…
I finished my business and ran out of the stall as fast as I could without even washing my hands. I heard something drop, but ignored it. The laughter coming from the male in the toilet stall beside mine as too intimidating to face. I would later discover that my phone was what I heard drop based on my inability to find it.
When Julia got home that night, she was as giddy as a schoolgirl, – on cloud nine, like a teenager in love. She talked to me as if I was one of her girlfriends, telling me how magical Sam’s kiss was. I looked at her in disbelief, but at the same time, I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to ruin her high; I never saw her so happy. And truth be told, I didn’t want to face repercussions from Sam if I interfered in whatever was going on between them.
She was not behaving at all like the girl I married. Julia came home that night a new woman. She seemed indifferent to how she made me feel at the park. But she was acting like she had discovered something new and was obsessed with whatever it was. I also got the feeling that Julia’s was laughing at me on the inside. Her eye seemed to be studying me as if she was anticipating a reaction of some sort. We both went to bed without talking about I felt, because she fell asleep before I racked up the courage to say anything. I leaned into my wife and kissed her on the cheek as she drifted into sleep. I don’t know if it was in my head or not, but I swear I could smell Sam on her.
My Wife Gave the Neighborhood Bully a Blowjob in a Movie Theater. I Sat in Front of Them.
I was at the movies the next day with my buddies, hoping that no one would find out that Sam had made out with my girl at the amusement park. With the trailers playing, my friend Joel elbowed me and pointed to a couple of seats in front of us.
“Dude, isn’t that Sam and Julia down there?” Joel asked me wide-eyed at the scene before him.
I looked down and saw my wife and Sam several rows down from us. All my friends looked at me when the big bully started making out with my girl. I couldn’t focus once the movie began because of how hard reality was slapping me in the face. My friends were looking at me over and over, and I froze. I was too humiliated to speak. As if things couldn’t have gotten any worse, twenty minutes into the film, Sam’s big hand went on the back of my wife’s head and lowered it down to his crotch. My wife’s head disappeared, then came back up, then disappeared, then came back up…her head was bobbing up and down around his waist as Sam cocked his head back, moaning. The theater wasn’t remotely full, so Sam and Julia weren’t causing a scene. The audience was a younger crowd, so those that saw them either got a chuckle or didn’t care. No one likes a cockblocker, after all.
My friends, on the other hand, were whispering to themselves, no doubt about how I didn’t do anything to stop my wife’s mouth from worshiping the neighborhood bully’s big cock. When the movie ended, we walked down and passed Sam at the exit. Julia had gone to the ladies room just before the credits rolled, oblivious to my presence. My friends began high-fiving Sam upon seeing him, humiliating me even more. Sam and I made eye-contact, and he smiled, realizing that I had seen what he and Julia were up to.
“I’ll tell your girl you said hi,” Sam said to me with a smirk, earning snickering from my friends surrounding us. “You better get outta here before she comes out.”
“But I—” I tried to speak, but Sam wasn’t having it.
“Go,” Sam said with his eyebrow raised, nodding towards the exit.
“You heard the man,” Joel said to me as he pulled me away, probably saving me from even more humiliation. “Let’s go, man.” As I walked away, I heard one of my friends mutter the words, “sissy cuckold” to a response of more snickering.
I said nothing to Julia about what I saw at the movies. I fact, I didn’t even tell her I went to see one. She had no problem telling me that she went to the movies with Sam and had an amazing time. When I asked her how the film was, she shrugged her shoulder and told me she had no idea; she wasn’t really paying attention to the screen. I ended that conversation right there, not ready to hear anything else from Julia’s mouth about the things she did with her mouth.
Your Wife is Fucking the Neighborhood Bully and You’re Too Much of a Pussy to Do Anything About It
I was watching TV in the living room the next day when Sam walked right through the unlocked front door, made a bee-line for my couch, and told me to get him a beer. As I made my way towards the kitchen, Sam told me to turn around.
“Think fast, dude,” Sam said as he hurled something rectangular my way. I knew he was giving me my phone back before I caught it. Though I had already had my phone replaced, what it represented stopped me in my tracks. Sam looked at me with a boyish grin and winked before nodding towards the kitchen. I turned around, putting my phone back in my pocket without saying a word. Though I hardly needed proof, Sam had confirmed that it was him in the washroom stall beside me who was giving someone his dick.
I then looked at the front door and remembered that I had locked it when I got home. The fact that it was unlocked told me Julia had prepared for Sam’s ‘sudden’ arrival. Of course, I had no idea he was coming.
When I handed Sam the beer he “asked” for, the big bully then patted me on the head for a job well done. Julia walked into the room without even looking at me and kissed Sam on the cheek to say hello. She snuggled up with Sam as he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders.
I tried to walk past Sam and sit on the couch beside my wife, but Sam tripped me, making me fall on all fours before him, sideways.
“You can sit with us, but from down there.” The big bully commanded while nodding towards the floor.
I was humiliated in front of Julia once again. A second after he spoke, Sam rested his legs on my back, making my wife giggle.
“Just kidding, buddy,” Sam laughed taking pity on me.
I walked away in silence with my head down, embarrassed and ashamed of my cowardly demeanor. I locked myself in my home office for a while not wanting to be in the presence of the dominating bully in my home, or the woman I was married to who was fawning over him. I came down a few hours later to find my wife and Sam’s clothes all over the floor. I opened the master bedroom door and saw Sam laying shirtless under blankets. My wife was cuddled in his arms, using his chest as a pillow.
I was beyond flabbergasted. At this point, they didn’t even try to hide anything from me. I buried my head in my hands, wondering what I was going to do, and how I was now going to be the laughing-stock of the neighborhood. Everyone would see me as nothing more than a cuckold husband when this got out. Suddenly, Sam’s eyes opened and caught mine. He smiled at me, gave me a wink and a cocky thumbs-up before pointing at my crotch. My dick was hard as a rock, with pre-cum leaking right through the crotch of my pajama pants. Sam just shook his head and closed his eyes.
As I turned around, I noticed Sam’s boxer shorts hanging from the doorknob. It was symbolic to see my wife’s panties hanging from the edge of his underwear.
You Invited Your Wife to a Hotel Room for a Romantic Evening. She Invited Your Bully to Come, Too
I spent the night at a hotel that night – the penthouse suite, at that. There was no way I could stay under the same roof the neighborhood bully, despite me owning that roof. I needed time alone, but I also wanted my girl back.
I didn’t talk to Julia until the very next day. I called my wife and invited her up to the penthouse suite so that she and I could talk about all that had happened. I particularly wanted Julia to see how out of control things have gotten with Sam around. I endeavored to make a last-ditch effort to win my girl back despite everything. I wasn’t delusional, knew Julia and Sam were only getting closer while she and I were growing further apart. Still, she was still my wife, and I was going to fight for my marriage. I knew I needed to do something big to win her back, but Sam was my big obstacle.
I prepared a candlelight dinner for two at the suite, ordered champagne, and awaited her arrival. When Julia knocked on the door, though, my heart sank. There she was, radiant as ever, standing beside Sam, who looked at me and smirked.
“Honey, ” Julia innocently said to me. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought some company along?”
“Well,” I said, pouting. “I do mind; I thought we were gonna…”
“Nah, he doesn’t mind at all!” Sam said to me, pushing me out of the way and walking into the room, pulling my wife inside with him.
They took a walk around the room and acted like I wasn’t even there. Sam pointed the candlelight dinner I had set up and whispered something to make Julia giggle. I was getting angry and went to the bathroom to collect myself. When I came out of the bathroom, Sam had my wife pressed up against the wall. She was trying to conceal the fact that his hand was under her skirt. His arm was at a right angle moving backward and forwards.
“Wanna go get us some ice, buddy?” Sam said as he turned his head to me without moving his arm.
“Uh, not really,” I responded. First he hijacked my house, now he’s hijacking the hotel room.
“Well, I need some,” the bully replied with a laugh. “So, go get some. From the first floor. And use the stairs. Wait outside until I let you in. Got it?”
“It wasn’t a request.” Sam’s tone was suggestive that I was testing his patience. It also made Julia moan sensually.
“Just…do what he–ugh–fuuuuckkk—-says, sweeeeeetie…” my wife incoherently said without looking at me. I walked out the room without saying goodbye, frustrated that all my efforts were of no consequence. I was mesmerized that Sam could have such an effect on my wife that I became inconsequential to her. It was as if she was hypnotized by him. At that moment I realized Joel’s warning to me about Sam and my girl came to pass. I also remembered that I knew there was nothing I could do about it if and when he went after her.
I sat outside my door with a bucket of ice in my hands. I was a sweaty mess because I walked up 42 flights of stairs holding it, as per Sam’s instructions. I sat on my ass looking like an idiot as people walked past me. The sounds of headboards banging against the wall, harmonious with Julia’s screaming of Sam’s name, spoke volumes about the predicament I was in. I had “cuckold husband” written all over me.
“That your girl in there, bro?” One college student said to me walking by with his friends. “Sucks to be you, buddy.” His buddies laughed in agreement as bedsprings began bouncing behind me.
“SO THICK!” Julia shouted. “SOOOO BIG!!!”
“Fuckin’ take it, girl.” Sam shouted. “TAKE IT!”
Getting impatient, I used my key to open the door in spite of Sam’s instruction. I slowly crept inside, being careful so my wife and the neighborhood bully couldn’t hear me. My jaw hit the floor the moment I saw Julia laying on the bed on her back with her legs up in the air and her arms wrapped around Sam’s back. His naked ass thrust back and forth into my wife’s pelvis HARD, and his sweat was drenching her. Julia’s beautiful tits shined as the bounced because of how wet Sam was making her inside and out.
The neighborhood bully turned his head around and saw me watching him destroy my wife’s once-tight pussy. His eyebrow was raised, but the tempo of his thrusts didn’t slow down at all – if anything, my bully sped up his jack-hammering of my girl.
I broke the stare and looked down, intimidated. The sound of wife screaming Sam’s name was almost as loud as the slapping of two sweaty bodies colliding repeatedly. The neighborhood bully was lunging into my wife with power. He was establishing his dominance with such pride, ease, and enjoyment. This kid was a stud, and I knew this entire situation was out of my control by that point.
“Enjoy the room,” I said walking out of the room a broken man. I called up Joel and asked him to meet me for a beer knowing “I told you so” would be the first thing out his mouth. That was the only silver lining of this whole ordeal. Sam might have effortlessly taken my girl away from me, but at least I wasn’t his first victim.