Random smut stories with plot

by Jokiba

Smut of all kinds with good plot too

47. Loyal Servant

Loyal Servant

MBPandaWrites

Summary:

Ren and Martha have settled into a quiet, normal life after the events of FGO. They're happy together and set to be married, but something is lacking: their sexual chemistry. Wishing to see his soon-to-be wife happy and satisfied, Ren confesses his desires to see her with another man and gets more than he bargained for.

Notes:

Anonymous commission.

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Chapter 1: Confession

Chapter Text

"I think you are going to like this one," Martha said, excited, from the other side of the changing room curtain.

Ren stood outside, waiting for Martha. He didn't know what she grabbed to try on, but he expected what she said to ring true. In truth, anything she wore suited her quite well. He couldn't take his eyes off her. After everything they had been through, he never believed he would settle into a normal, quiet life with her.

Upon defeating Mage King Solomon and saving the world, Ren gifted Martha a holy grail to be reborn in a human body to be with him. She agreed, and they became a couple, living out their days in Japan. Despite her current form, she still retained physical abilities from being a servant, making it difficult to keep up with her sometimes. Not that he minded.

Life had been peaceful and happy for them ever since, and they were set to be married in a few months. Ren's heart pounded in his chest at the thought. When he met her, he never anticipated they would fall in love. However, he was thankful things turned out this way. How could he not be with such a kind, energetic, and beautiful fiancé?

"I'm coming," Martha declared as clothing rustled behind the curtain. "Ahem, I'm ready."

Ren turned his attention back to the present. The drape slid to the side, metal rings clattering and sliding along the bar. A flash of long purple hair emerged. Martha's gorgeous blue eyes locked on his, smiling. She placed a hand on her hip and flipped a strand of her hair back. His gaze drifted from hers, and he returned her smile.

A loose-fitting red hoodie hung off Martha's left shoulder, exposing her skin and the strap of her black and white sports bra. White stripes ran down the sleeves of the top and matched the ones ranging from her hips to the front of her thighs on her shorts. Her midriff poked out between the two articles, belly button on display.

"What do you think?" Martha asked, twirling a stray lock as she stood before Ren. "I figured I needed some new running gear. Maybe you'll want to go with me now." She winked and stuck out her tongue.

Without wasting any time, Ren closed the gap between them. Martha might not have been the tallest woman, yet he only came up to her shoulder. His short black hair came into view in the nearby mirror. He wished hers wasn't so long, so he could look at her in the outfit from behind, but he settled on this for now.

Ren took Martha by the hands, and she continued smiling. "It looks great on you, my love, but trying to join you in the past hasn't worked out well. You're far too athletic." The last time he joined her for a run, he didn't last a single mile while she ended up running five before giving up.

"Practice will help. You sit around all day at your job, so you should try to do more active stuff with me." Martha's fingers intertwined with Ren's, and she gave him a tender squeeze.

Martha spoke true; Ren couldn't deny it. "You're right." He cracked a grin. "But you have to not leave me behind this time."

"Sorry." Martha leaned in and planted a quick, loving kiss on Ren's lips. "I get carried away sometimes. I forget my own abilities."

"Don't worry," Ren said, letting go of Martha. "It's part of the reason why I love you."

Martha's cheeks burned. She stared down into Ren's eyes, her adoration shining bright. "I love you, too." This time, he stood on his tiptoes and gave her a loving smooch. "Let me go change, and we can continue our day."

Ren nodded, and Martha spun from him, her hair whipping out. She disappeared behind the curtain with a little wink. He could do nothing but smile and glance around. Despite it being the weekend, not many other customers were there. Not that he minded if anyone witnessed him and her interacting, but he was thankful for few prying eyes.

In a moment, Martha reemerged, sporting a loose beige collared shirt tucked into a long blue checkered skirt. She strode out of the changing room, outfit intended for purchase in hand. "Was there anything else you wanted to look at here?"

Ren shook his head and grabbed the other articles they picked out: some plain dress clothes for work. "Not unless there was something else for you."

"I do not think so." Martha's stomach growled. "Dinner?"

Without hesitation, Ren's body made its hunger known, and they laughed. "Yeah. I'll go pay for the stuff, and we can go find a place." He reached out to Martha to take the new clothes.

"You are so sweet." Martha handed them off to Ren and hovered close.

They approached the cashier and paid for the garments. The woman behind the register eyed them with confusion the entire time, but Ren didn't pay her much mind. Martha was an outstanding, gorgeous woman while he was boring and plain in comparison. They got looks sometimes when out in public, but she told him to ignore them.

Bags in hand, they emerged out onto the sidewalk. The sun hung low in the sky, it had to be late afternoon by now. Ren insisted on carrying everything, but Martha stole one of them, and they held hands as they walked. Their engagement rings clinked together. He couldn't have asked for a better partner.

"Oh, I had forgotten," Martha blurted out after moments of blissful silence. "They require me at the hospital tomorrow. I know it is your day off, but I hope that's not a problem."

Ren squeezed Martha's hand and glanced over at her. "Of course not. I know how much it means to you. I'll figure something out on my own."

"Good." A sly smirk slipped onto Martha's face. "Since you're so understanding—after dinner, how about we…" she raised an eyebrow and stared at Ren, waiting.

Excitement surged through Ren, and his manhood twitched in his pants. He gripped Martha tight and nodded. Happiness bloomed on her face, and she shifted closer to him. Their arms and shoulders touched. He wanted to wrap his arm around her waist, but she gripped his hand in hers. That didn't bother him; he would have her all to himself later.

Martha pushed Ren into their bedroom and closed the door with her foot. Her hands roamed his body, and his hers. Their lips met, locked in a passionate, needy kiss. She continued to force him back further and further. His calves struck the end of the bed, and they swayed. Fever-hot fingertips slipped under his shirt.

Despite his fiancé's enthusiasm, something played in the back of Ren's mind. Martha hid her desires well, but her libido far outstretched anything he was capable of keeping up with. That didn't stop him from trying. He did his best and tried not to disappoint her, yet the insecurity always cropped up whenever she threw herself at him.

Fabric rustled, and Martha ripped Ren's top off. Her warmth and softness rushed in to meet him, and he groaned against her mouth. He twitched and pressed his firmness to her. However, she stood too tall for him. His manhood went between her legs, her still-clothed breasts beneath his chin.

Ren grabbed Martha by the waist and shimmied her skirt down her hips. She rocked backward to give him more room. The material sagged and slipped, pooling around her ankles. Her fingers ran all over his bare torso. The soft gentleness combined with her burning need excited him.

Firm asscheeks filled Ren's hands as he groped Martha's bottom. A moan escaped her at his touch, and he drew her closer. She bumped into him, and they wavered, threatening to fall over. Her strength and balance prevailed. They remained upright and continued to undress one another while making out. She slipped her tongue into his mouth.

Martha's fingers fiddled with Ren's belt and popped it open with ease. He didn't try to stop her despite the flicker of doubt in the back of his mind. She yanked and pulled his pants down. Only his boxers remained on, a small tent pitched in the front. She attempted to rub herself against him, yet just her thigh reached him.

Before heading for Martha's panties, Ren decided to strip her upper half. The loose fabric of her shirt bunched into his hands, and he pulled up. She withdrew, breaking their kiss for little more than the time needed for him to finish. Her lips pressed to his with more fervor than before. His legs strained, trying to keep himself upright.

Martha teased the hem of Ren's underwear. The fact she didn't rip it off right away confused him, but he didn't put too much stock into it. He reached behind her and unfasted her bra. She shifted her shoulders, and the silky article slipped away. Her ample tits squished on his chest, stiff nipples stabbing him.

The desire to cop a feel and grope Martha flitted through Ren's mind, but he could do all that once they were naked. She pulled on his underwear, and he sought the waistband of her panties. It gave and slipped down her curvy frame. Wetness greeted him as he slid his fingers between her soaked folds. She moaned, muffled, and tore his remaining clothes down.

Ren's dick sprang free of its confines. Despite their physical closeness, he didn't quite reach Martha. Not that he was tall enough to do more than poke at her silky-smooth thighs. She drew in a sharp breath and spread her legs. His digits slipped into her tightness, and she leaned into him. He struggled to push back against her unusual strength.

"Ren, please, I need it," Martha confessed in a breathy voice. She rocked her hips forward to force him deeper into her needy womanhood.

Several more pumps, and Ren withdrew from Martha's pussy. He couldn't deny her even if he wanted to. His hands sank into her backside and pulled her closer. She tried to crane her head down and kiss his neck but failed. Her body twisted and all she managed was to press her chin to the side of his head. He didn't mind; he was absorbed in his actions.

No matter how much he wiggled, drew Martha close, or stood on his tiptoes, Ren couldn't manage to bring their intimate bits together. The wetness of her arousal teased the tip of his manhood, but he failed to do more than brush her folds. Frustration burned within him. He longed to give her everything she desired, yet his short stature prevented him once again.

"Martha," Ren breathed as he continued to struggle, and fail, to penetrate her. "Can you get lower? I can't," he grunted as more of her weight rested on him, "reach."

A confused noise eked out of Martha, and she eased back to catch Ren's eyes. She let a frown slip onto her face before she smiled. "Sorry. Is," she bent her knees and cocked her hips forward, "is this better?"

Warmth and wetness greeted Ren's tip, but only the slightest bit changed. "I still can't." His cheeks burned in embarrassment.

"Don't worry," Martha leaned in and kissed Ren on the lips. "We don't have to do it like this." Her smile broadened, but he spotted disappointment in her beautiful eyes. "Lay on your back. I'll ride you."

Martha bouncing on top of him, her breasts jiggling, caused Ren to throb. He bucked against her, and she giggled. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back. His grip slipped off her bottom, and he followed her lead. He dipped backward, trying to sit, but she forced him. Bedsprings creaked as he hit the mattress, and she fell atop him.

Their lips met, and Martha stuffed her tongue into Ren's mouth. He moaned and thrust up. Their hips aligned, yet he still didn't manage to push past her entrance. Muffled desperation seeped from her, and she rocked her lower half. Her soaked womanhood continued to graze and tease but didn't accomplish much. She pulled back, broke their kiss with a wet smack, and rose upright.

Ren shot Martha an apologetic look as she rested back on his lap. She shook her head, wrangling his manhood. Her fever-hot fingers wrapped around his base and held him firm. She lowered herself on him, and the new position worked. His head slipped into her eager pussy, disappearing. The corners of her mouth twitched up.

"There we go," Martha said, taking Ren inside in one swift, albeit short, motion. Her insides coiled around him, making him grunt and buck. "Enjoying the view?"

Martha puffed out her chest, putting her ample breasts on display. The soft curves, the dip from gravity despite their perkiness, her stiff, solid nipples, and her sultry confidence almost proved too much for Ren. No doubt she would have smothered him with them…if that didn't mean him slipping out.

"Of course," Ren said, letting his hands slide up her thighs to her hips. She smiled down at him, starting to gyrate. He groaned at the slightest stimulation. "You're gorgeous."

A big, goofy smile spread across Martha's face, and her cheeks flushed. "You're so sweet, and you know just how to fire me up." Mischievousness and lust crept into her expression of adoration. "Prepare yourself. I won't stop until you're begging in ecstasy."

Ren tensed as Martha's thighs flexed. She pumped herself forward and back, grinding pelvis-to-pelvis. He moaned her name as she picked up her speed. Her insides shifted and clung to him to the best of their ability. Pleasure coursed through him, and she had only begun to move. Her tits swayed with the motion, enticing him with their delightful, hypnotic rhythm.

"M-martha," Ren managed as he bucked up into her. "You feel so good."

"I'm glad." Martha wobbled as she worked. "Take my hands." She held them up in front of her, low enough for Ren to reach.

Ren reacted without hesitation. As much as he loved to caress Martha's bottom or shapely thighs, he wouldn't make her wait. Their fingers intertwined, and she leaned into him. His elbows strained under her weight, but he didn't allow her to tip or fall. She drove herself faster, a thoughtful expression coming over her face.

A quick squeeze tried to bring Martha's attention back to Ren. She ignored his little gesture, focusing on something else while she moved and leaned and grinded. The fact she appeared lost in something other than delight concerned him and only exacerbated the lingering insecurity in the back of his head. He couldn't keep up with her, they both knew that, yet he tried.

Moaning, Ren thrust up into Martha. She let out a soft, little noise, and her beautiful eyes returned to his. He nodded to her, bringing a smile back to her face. Her little button grinded against his crotch, and she shuddered. Whatever enjoyment he could give her, he would without question. If only he was better for her.

"Ren, I feel you twitching," Martha huffed, riding him fast. "Does it feel that good?"

"Yes, your pussy is amazing." Ren grit his teeth. "I don't know how much longer I'll be able to last if you keep going like this." He was loath to admit it, but he couldn't hold back once Martha went all out on him.

Something flitted across Martha's face, but she hid it with a grin. "I am too much for you? Do you not think yourself worthy?" She picked up her pace and squeezed his hands.

Ren's eyes shot wide. His breath caught in his throat, but he grew harder. She smiled at him, winking and sticking out her tongue. Still, she rode him faster and faster. He writhed beneath her, trying not to bust. The more she moved, the closer he came to climaxing. She showed no sign of impending orgasm.

"Whenever you are at your limit, let it out," Martha said in an encouraging tone, holding Ren in a tender embrace.

Martha's kind, loving words and vigorous ministrations pushed Ren right to the edge. "Martha, I'm gonna cum."

A harsh swallow worked down Martha's slender neck, and she gyrated and humped. "Go ahead."

Unable to deny Martha anything, Ren obeyed. He thrust up into her one last time and burst. His balls contracted and penis pulsed, and stingy strands of jizz shot into her tight canal. A flutter went over her face the second he went off inside, but her reaction vanished in an instant. He wanted to frown, but he couldn't, locked in orgasmic bliss as he was.

Martha slowed down as soon as Ren began sputtering. Her grip slackened, and her womanhood twitched. He stared up at her, a distant smile on his face while she beamed down at him. She was perfect and saintly in every way. A couple more pulsations and bucks, and he was empty. Ecstasy washed over him, yet something lurked in the back of his mind.

"M-martha, that was amazing." Ren squeezed her hands several times, and they lowered, still intertwined. "Was it good for you?" His shrinking manhood flopped from her messy womanhood.

"Of course," Martha blurted out. She composed herself and leaned down to kiss him. Their lips parted, and she smiled. "What is better than sharing an intimate moment with the one I love?"

Ren pulled his hands from Martha's and slipped his arms around her, drawing her close. She let him hug her, slipping her head into the crook of his neck. "I love you, too," he said, kissing the top of her head.

Sweat marked Ren's brow, but not a single drop adorned Martha. She shifted around until her gorgeous face popped into view. "Think you can go again?" Hunger burned in her vibrant eyes.

"I don't think so," Red admitted, much to his shame. His dick didn't so much as twitch at the prospect. He shook his head. "I'm pretty beat today." Guilt wracked him, but he couldn't do a thing. "I'm sorry."

"It is all right. We have all the time in the world." Martha flashed Ren a brief smile before she settled down, lip brushing his ear. "Maybe this time I'll get pregnant."

Ren hugged Martha tighter, her breasts squishing against his chest. "I hope so." His heart pounded.

Ren paced around the apartment. Martha had left a couple of hours ago to work at the hospital, and he had been worked up ever since. He knew she had been disappointed with their sex last night. She seldom was satisfied, yet she never said so to protect his feelings. However, that made the encroaching fear of inadequacy stronger.

No matter what he did, Ren couldn't shake Martha's stoic face—the closest thing to sad she would allow—from his mind. Frustration burned within him. He wanted nothing more than to do anything and everything to please her, to make her happy, but he had nothing. His laptop called to him, and he grabbed it, reluctant.

The only place Ren saw the face of a satisfied woman in bed was porn—interracial cuckold porn in particular. Not the most healthy thing, but what could he do? It started with normal videos, yet he found himself growing more and more insecure, which lead him to cuckolding. He imagined his Martha as the woman in the video while he watched her with another man.

Ren grew so hard at the prospect. The men were all jacked, tall, mountains with intimidating cocks to boot. Most appeared to be almost a foot long and thicker than anything he saw before. His penis, by comparison, wasn't even in the same league. The cucks in the videos were far closer to his proportions, yet some of them were bigger.

A couple clicks, some scrolling, and Ren found an interesting video. The woman had similar blue eyes to Martha but had long, blonde hair. Their fair skin and breasts almost matched, too. A pathetic sort stood beside her, shorter. The comparison between their dynamic and his and Martha's was too much. He strained against his pants, rock-hard.

"What brings you here today?" a voice off camera asked the couple on screen. Ren slipped out of his shorts, remaining in his boxers, left hand on his dick.

The woman smiled, turned to her partner, and yanked his trousers down. A small, shriveled penis jiggled from the swift motion. Laughter, deep and hearty, came from several men outside the frame. Humiliation washed over Ren, imagining himself in the cuck's place—he certainly matched his unimpressive manhood. He jerked and stroked.

"Don't worry," a man said. "I've got you, girl." A tall, muscular, naked black man appeared on the other side of the woman, his cock swinging as he walked. The woman's eyes went wide, and the biggest smile spread across her face.

Ren moaned. He imagined a similar enthusiastic response from Martha. Not even at him anymore. It didn't matter to him, as long as she could experience such pleasures. In fact, it was better if it wasn't him. He didn't have the necessary equipment. The thought, the resignation, the acceptance, turned him on. If only he mustered up the courage to say something to her.

"Look at his cock, honey." The woman slipped her hand under the black man's member and hefted it. She seemed to struggle. "Come here." He obeyed, shuffling forward. She performed the same action on him and drew him closer, yet he didn't fill her palm.

"That's all you're packing, man? No wonder your girl called." The cuck's dick twitched, hard without any kind of stimulation but degradation.

She turned her gaze to him and grinned. "How many of you," his penis bounced on her hand, "do you think it would take to make one of him?" The bigger guy flopped in her hand, slapping against her skin.

"I-I don't know," the man stammered, flustered but turned on. "Maybe five?"

The woman giggled. "And he's not even hard yet." She let her partner slip from her grasp and focused her full attention on her bull. "How about we check again after I make him even bigger?"

A groaning whine seeped out of Ren. How could the man grow larger? He dwarfed him and the cuck several times over, he didn't need to do it more…did he? The woman grabbed the massive cock with both hands, stroking up and down in long, powerful motions. Even that, save the length she traveled, would make Ren cum.

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees before the better man. She teased and played with his dick while making whispered remarks about how big and thick he was. Ren imagined her words in Martha's voice and almost came. He slammed his hand down the base of his manhood and bucked, grunting. The video proper hadn't even started yet.

Ren continued to stroke, squirming. He watched, enraptured, as the woman took the fat cock into her mouth and swallowed it all. The cuckold gawked, hovering behind her, and, when he reached to jerk himself off, she slapped his hand away. Being denied in two different ways sent a spike of arousal and shame through Ren as he wanted the same treatment.

As soon as gagging sounds came through the speakers, the door swung open. Ren's heart leapt into his throat, and he flinched. "I'm home, sweetie. Sumi's plans got canceled, so I came home ear…" the joyful expression on Martha's face drained, and moans rose, "ly…"

"M-martha," Ren stammered as he clicked stop and threw the laptop to the side. He pushed his erection back into his underwear and stood. "I didn't think you were going to be home so soon."

Martha's wide eyes glanced over at the screen, woman with huge cock down her throat right in the center. Ren snapped it closed and approached her. "What are you…I thought you were satisfied with me. We just had sex last night."

"I am, I am. It's just…" Ren hesitated. How could he tell Martha he wanted to see her with another man?

Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks, and her hand balled into a fist at her side. "You just what? See other women, pretend you are with them?"

Ren shook his head. "No, that's not it at all. I love you and would never want anyone else."

"I wish I could believe you," Martha glanced at the computer and shifted around, awkward. "but you were just doing it."

The floor creaked as Ren approached Martha. She flinched backward but didn't stop him. "I wasn't imagining myself with her."

"What?" Martha asked, cocking her head to the side.

"I was," a myriad of emotions swirled within Ren, and his stomach fluttered, "imagining you with him."

Confusion flitted across Martha's face. Her posture relaxed, and her fist unclenched. She stared at Ren. He wanted to say something, to explain himself, but words escaped him. What he said was the truth, short and sweet. He didn't want her to find out this way, yet he knew he never would have dared to tell her any other way.

"So," Martha swallowed and shied away from Ren's gaze, "you want me to have sex with someone other than you." Her eyes, watery, came back to his. "Why would you want that?"

Ren took Martha's hands in his and steeled himself. "I know I'm not the best in bed." The admittance sent a shiver down his spine and blood rushing south. "I can't keep up with you. I just want you to be happy and pleased."

"I am happy," Martha blurted out. She sighed, squeezed Ren's hands, let them slip, and she turned. "Let's put this aside for now." A heavy sigh escaped her, and she gave him a lop-sided smile. "Would you like to make dinner with me?"

"Of course." Ren followed after Martha without a thought. Part of him was thrilled he got to express himself, while the other feared it might damage his relationship with Martha. However, he couldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to. He would give her time.

Ren sat on their couch, scrolling through news on his phone. Days had passed since the incident, and neither of them brought it up again. They hadn't done anything—sex or masturbation. He started to worry she took things the wrong way. However, she acted as happy as ever, if a little bit distant.

The door opened and closed behind Ren, and he peeked back. Martha smiled at him and stepped forward. She fidgeted with her hands in front of her, and she couldn't hold his gaze. A rosy hue rose on her cheeks. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. She continued in silence.

Martha placed a hand on Ren's shoulder, and he patted her arm. "What's up?" he asked, trying to catch her eye.

"I do not want you to think ill of me," Martha said.

"What?" Ren put his cell aside and spun around to face Martha. "I don't think there's anything you could do to make me think anything but the best of you, Martha."

Inhaling deep, Martha swallowed. "If seeing me with another man will make you happy, I'll do it." She locked eyes with Ren. "For you."

Blood rushed south, and Ren bucked against the cushion. His breath caught in his throat, and his heart hammered in his chest. He couldn't believe what he heard. "Are you—are you sure? I don't want you to do something you don't want to."

Martha shook her head. "I don't wish to shame your kinks; I want to share them." Her voice trembled. "We should be open with one another if we're getting married," she swallowed, "right?"

"Yeah, I agree. I don't want to hide anything." Martha circled the couch and plopped down beside Ren, taking his hand in hers.

"Okay, good." Martha squeezed Ren, and he scooted closer to her. "If we're going to do this, I propose two rules." She held up one finger. "No kissing," the second came up, "and we make him wear a condom." With a sigh, she rested her head against his and melted against him. "I still love you and don't want any funny business."

Ren wrapped his arm around Martha and cozied up to her. "Sounds good. I love you, too." Desires and excitement surged through him. He didn't know how either of them were so calm. "I just…"

"I understand." Trust rang true and remained between them. "It won't come between us."

"So," Ren drummed his fingers on Martha's hip, "do you want me to find someone?"

Silence hung in the air for a moment. Martha shivered and nodded. "Yes, I think that would be best. You already know where to look." Shame seared Ren to his core.

Confidence wavered, but Ren drew himself together. "What kind of guy would you like?"

"I don't know," Martha said, shying away from the question. He expected she knew what she wanted; she had days to consider the possibilities. However, he didn't fault her for her hesitation.

"Be honest. Remember," their fingers intertwined, and Ren locked eyes with Martha, "I want this. I won't be mad."

Martha sucked in a deep breath. "Okay." She nodded several times, working herself up to expressing her desires. "Someone like that man in the video you were watching the other day." Ren twitched in his pants. He couldn't believe she was giving in to his specific fetishes. "Tall, dark, muscular, very manly, and," she glanced away, cheeks burning, ashamed, "he has to be well endowed."

The exact opposite of Ren. He loved it. "You don't have to play along with what I was watching. You can pick anyone."

"That is what I want." Nervous laughter bubbled out of Martha, and she buried her face in the crook of Ren's neck. "It's very embarrassing to admit."

"Don't be embarrassed. I want it, too." Ren gave Martha a few comforting pats and kissed the top of her head.

"Then," Martha's face tilted up and met Ren's gaze, "that's the kind of man I desire."

A big smile split Ren's face, and longing coursed through him. He itched to contact someone right away to indulge their fantasies. "I'll find you a good partner." How could anyone pass up a gorgeous, sexy woman like Martha? "Only the best for you, my love."

Ren pulled back from Martha, breaking their kiss. His eyes locked with hers. Anxiety shone in them, but he also spotted the hunger. In truth, he was nervous, too, but nowhere near as much as her. They had spoken about this meeting for days, preparing. However, nothing would do the trick outside of going through with it.

As he padded across the hotel room toward the closet, Ren cast his gaze back over his shoulder. Martha fidgeted with the front of her frilled white blouse. She smiled at him, anxious. He wished to tell her everything was all right, that today would be great, but he held his own nervousness. The prospect of what they were about to do, however, thrilled him.

The door creaked as Ren closed it. He spared Martha a loving smile, which she returned, if a little half-hearted. She wanted this as much as he did, so he didn't worry. Being uncertain when taking a plunge like this made sense. He wanted her happy, and she him. This would please them both and help them along in their relationship.

A knock came at the main door, and they jumped. Ren let out a soft chuckle as he watched Martha through the slats do the same and then futz with her hair. Her shoulders raised in a long inhale, and she stepped forward. She picked up her pace the closer she came to her destination. His manhood twitched in his pants, anticipation getting the best of him.

Martha glanced over her shoulder at Ren before she reached out, turned the doorknob, and pulled. Anticipation stole his breath. A tall, bald, dark-skinned man filled out the doorway. She almost jumped back, shocked, but she held her ground. He flashed a broad smile and teased the collar of his tight-fitting white button-up shirt. His sculpted muscles strained against the material.

"Hey," Bruce said in a deep, rumbling voice. "Lookin' good. That skirt suits you."

"T-thank you." Martha squirmed under Bruce's intense gaze, but she looked him up and down. He stood more than a head taller than her. She licked her lips.

Ren shifted and tried to remain quiet; he didn't want to expose his presence. "May I come in?" Bruce asked with a mild gesture, light glinting off his gold watch.

Stiffness ran through Martha, and she nodded her head, vigorous. "Of course." She stepped back to give Bruce room. "Thank you for coming, Bruce."

"You're welcome, Martha." Bruce strode into the room, confident, dominating. His black dress pants swished with his fluid motions. "I couldn't refuse such a gorgeous woman like you." He stopped in the middle of the room and spun.

The door clicked closed, and Martha shied away from Bruce's gaze. "I'm not that special." How could she say something like that? She was the most stunning woman in the world.

"Oh, don't be like that," Bruce said as he stepped toward Martha. He grinned as his eyes wandered her body. "You're beautiful and sexy. Any man would be thrilled to have you."

Ren twitched. People had hit on Martha before, even in his presence, but never quite like this. Bruce would soon have his way with her, yet his words weren't crude or demeaning. Rather, they were something Ren told her before. The thought he would also share in more intimate events made Ren harder.

"You're, uh, pretty handsome yourself." Martha drifted closer to Bruce, and Ren suppressed a breathy gasp.

"Glad you think so." Bruce twisted around a bit, showing off. He was everything Ren wasn't, just as planned. "I put a lot of work into it."

"It really shows. May I?" Martha raised her hands, hovering in front of Bruce. Fingers sought to undo the buttons of his shirt.

"Sure thing." Bruce flashed a smirk and placed his hands on Martha's hips. "As long as I can do the same."

Martha nodded and closed the tiny gap between them, bracelet jingling. She unfastened the top button, trembling. Ren had never seen her shake so much as she moved to undress him or herself. The sight lanced him with agony that she reacted in such a manner for some random man and not him, but it also turned him on. Bruce was here to give her what Ren couldn't.

As Martha worked, loosening Bruce's top, he tugged her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. His right hand disappeared beneath the material, and Martha flinched. Ren bucked. She could call off their encounter any time she wished. However, none of them wanted that. They had all come here for one specific reason: to sate their sexual desires.

The further Bruce felt around underneath Martha's shirt, the more Ren struggled not to touch himself. He rubbed himself through his pants. Even simple stimulation sent shivers through his body. She continued to unbutton and pull herself closer to Bruce. Soon, they would both be naked.

Martha let out a breathy gasp as Bruce groped her. Ren didn't know if he had slipped under her bra or not, but that didn't matter. She flicked her eyes up to Bruce's, and her lip trembled. He smirked and fondled her some more before he yanked her top up. Her toned, pale belly came into view, and she let go of him.

More of Martha's wonderful skin popped out into the open. Bruce ripped the article up over her head and tossed it aside. His hand remained outside her undergarment, yet he engulfed her ample breast in its entirety—something Ren never did. He cupped and squeezed but not like Bruce. The man would dominate her with ease.

A soft moan escaped Martha, and she bucked into Bruce. Her eyes shot wide as his growing bulge struck her belly. She wavered for a moment. After experiencing Ren, something so different must have come as quite a shock despite desiring it. He had made certain Bruce was packing something far larger before contacting him.

"Your tits are amazing," Bruce said, ignoring Martha's shocked, motionless stare. "It's okay if I remove this troublesome thing, right?" He tugged on the strap.

Martha shook her head and nodded. "Yes. Go right ahead." As his hands slid around to her back, she resumed her work.

The last button popped free, and Bruce's shirt hung loose on his broad frame. Sculpted abdominal and chest muscles peeked out through the gap. Martha's hands followed what his had done to hers and pressed to him. They glided and caressed up and down his torso, taking in every minute ripple. Jealousy burned within Ren, but any ill feelings fueled his lust.

Bruce unfastened the clasp of Martha's bra, and it sagged. She slumped and rolled her shoulders, letting it slip from her frame. Her breasts jiggled free, nipples standing on end. Ren huffed and tensed. Neither of them glanced his way. He continued to tease himself. Once they were out of their clothes, he would stroke himself proper. He didn't want to get ahead of himself.

A rumbling growl of approval seeped out of Bruce as Martha now stood before him topless. She blushed but didn't shy away from his hungry, leering eyes. Her fingers traced his impressive muscles. He let his drift away from her as he stripped his shirt off himself. The contrast of their pale and dark skin tones excited Ren. Not to mention what was to come next.

Martha pressed her chest to Bruce's stomach, unable to reach his. Her tits squished against his firmness, and she groaned. No doubt the stimulation and excitement got to her. It sure got to Ren. The sight of his Martha leaning into another man, half-naked, caused him to strain against the confines of his trousers. Not that he had much.

"You're so strong," Martha muttered as she caressed and glided over Bruce's body. "I…"

"Never had a man quite like me before?" Bruce asked, but the grin on his face gave away the fact that he knew the answer. "Take your time. Women always find my muscles fascinating. It's like the men here don't work out."

Ren glanced down at himself. He was short and didn't have much meat on his bones, but he had never considered it before. Now, when presented with his exact opposite, he felt ashamed. Martha, being a servant, was well beyond his physicality. However, staring down a normal human with such outstanding abilities, weight pressed down on him, and his heart hammered in his chest.

Martha's fingers bumped into the waistband of Bruce's pants. She came to a halt, and a grin spread across his face. He, too, slipped down her torso. As soon as his thumbs hooked into her skirt, she glided toward the front of his trousers. Ren's breath caught in his throat. There was still time to back out but once their bottoms came off, there was no going back.

"Go on," Bruce said. "I know you want to see."

Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks. Ren had seen Bruce's manhood, he had to make sure he lived up to her request, yet pictures often didn't do justice to the real thing. Her clothing dropped down her hips as she worked. Ren lurched forward, striking the closet door with the back of his hand. Neither of them noticed his disturbance.

The zipper slid down, and Bruce's trousers fell. Martha gasped, reeling backward. Ren ignored the discarded garment and focused on the massive bulge in Bruce's boxers. His member shot off to the side, hard but not quite at its full length. He outsized Ren several times over. Shame flared within him, yet he didn't want to stop her or Bruce.

"It's so," Martha rested her palms on Bruce's fat, clothed dick, "big."

A chuckle bubbled out of Bruce, and he yanked Martha's skirt down. She didn't react, enraptured by the giant man-meat under her touch. Her damp white panties remained intact, if a little disheveled. He let her covet him while his large hands circled her and cupped her bottom. She huffed but didn't stop him.

Bruce's thick, dark fingers sank into Martha's soft, pale flesh. She moaned as he squeezed her ass. Ren rubbed himself with more vigor at the sight. He wished to coax them on, push them to the next step, so he could jerk himself off. Of course, he didn't need to wait—they couldn't see him. However, he held back. He would wait for her to receive pleasure as well.

"Your touch is so gentle." Bruce pulled Martha closer, sandwiching her hands, and his cock, between them. "You can be a little more…eager."

Martha nodded, and Bruce's underwear shifted. She stroked and rubbed his manhood despite it still being clothed. Ren mirrored her actions on his own, yet, for every one of her strokes, he worked several times. He moaned; eyes locked on where she teased Bruce. If not for his enormous size, Ren wouldn't have been able to see much of anything.

Muscles flexed as Bruce groped Martha's backside. She rose as he continued to lift her. Her tits pressed against him further, rubbing up to his pecks. More of him became visible, and her panties caught. The thin, soaked material pulled down and exposed the tiny patch of pubic hair above her excited womanhood.

"Let me get you out of these." Bruce squeezed Martha's bottom one last time before gliding up to her underwear. She tensed as he started to pull but didn't stop him. He tugged and, in one swift yank, tore the silky fabric. A gasp escaped her, and Ren flinched. He swallowed. Bruce wouldn't hurt her.

"What the…ahem, you could have just taken them off," Martha offered, yet she continued caressing him, and her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. She loved Bruce's forcefulness.

Bruce grinned and gave Martha's ass a little slap. The clap echoed. "True, but I think you liked my way better." He slipped his hand between her thighs, and she moaned. Ren grabbed himself, frozen. "You're so wet."

Martha's mouth worked, her jaw clenching. Her eyes glanced toward the closet. Ren bucked. His penis grew harder, and he nodded. "This," she shook Bruce's manhood, "has me excited and curious."

"Go ahead and take it out, then. No need to be shy." Bruce wormed further between Martha's legs, forcing them apart. She shivered and groaned. Ren wished he could see what his fingers were doing, but he imagined.

Without hesitation, Martha hooked her digits into the waistband of Bruce's boxers and yanked. The fabric caught on his girth, but she made short work of it. His cock sprang free of its confines. She yelped, flinching backward as his fat cockhead slapped against her abdomen. Noticeable, distinctive veins ran along his entire length. She stared down, eyes wide.

"I…" Martha stammered. Her hands lifted and lowered and flexed, uncertain. All three of them knew she wanted Bruce's impressive dick, yet her reluctance surprised Ren. She always took the lead.

"Grab it," Bruce demanded. Martha obeyed, wrapping around all she could of his monster. More than an inch remained between her fingers ringing his shaft. "Stroke it." She ran up and down. "How does it feel?"

Martha glanced to her left before her eyes came up to meet Bruce's. "It's so heavy. And hard. And long. And," she shivered, "I want it inside me."

Ren's heart leapt into his throat. He bucked against his hand despite two layers being between that and his manhood. The urge to climax surged through him, and he grabbed himself. He squeezed, forcing himself to try and not cum. It didn't matter, of course, but something told him not to. He never finished more than once with Martha.

"I can tell." Bruce shifted, and Martha squealed, shivering. "Your pussy is so tight. You're trying to push me out, and it's only one finger."

A myriad of emotions flickered across Martha's face, and she shied away from the closet. "I've never…" Her cheeks reddened. "It's just—"

"You're tired of small dicks." Bruce's proclamation hung in the air, echoing off the walls. "You want to feel what sex with a real man is like."

"Yes." A pang of pain lanced through Ren at Martha's admission. He couldn't blame her, he didn't even compete. Besides, he had wanted it, too. However, hearing her say the words, in vague admittance, caused him to twitch, on the verge.

Bruce let his big, strong hands roam all over Martha before settling on her hips. "It's all right to admit it; we're the only ones here." She moved to glance toward Ren but caught herself. "You can tell me everything you desire, what you want to have done to you." He pulled her to him, manhood pressing against her and reaching up almost to her chest. "I'm here to fuck you right."

Martha remained frozen, lost in thought. Her thighs glistened with her arousal. She craved this, wanted Bruce and his cock. "I want to do it standing up first but not like this. Like," she turned, guiding Bruce by her hand holding his manhood, until she faced Ren, "this."

Bruce loomed behind her. Ren froze, fearing that if he moved, the other man might spot him. "Never tried this before, huh?"

"No." Ren's inadequacy surged within him, yet he grabbed himself harder, squeezing. Realization came over Martha's face, and she stepped away. "Let me grab the condom."

Martha padded across the room toward her purse. She unzipped it and fished around inside until producing the object of her search. They had bought the largest size possible—something that would have fallen off Ren without any prodding. However, after seeing Bruce in person, he didn't know if Bruce would fit. Concern darkened her face as well.

As she approached Bruce, Martha opened the packaging and took the rubber out. She passed it between her fingers and closed the gap between them. The rim curled around the tip of his dick, yet, as she rolled, it strained and caught. Half his length remained uncovered. More force would only tear, and she frowned.

"Don't worry," Bruce said, clapping one of his oversized hands on Martha's shoulder. "I brought some more my size."

Bruce yanked the useless rubber off himself and tossed it aside. He bent over, brushing against Martha, and reached into his pants pocket. Something a bit larger emerged. He handed it over to her, expecting her to put it on him. She didn't hesitate or protest. This time, the thing rolled over his entirety. However, it appeared thin.

"Now," Bruce gazed down at Martha, eyes burning with lust, "spin back around and grind that pretty ass against my cock." He stood up straight, member stabbing upward.

With a twirl, Martha obeyed Bruce's command. She tipped forward, arched her back, and stuck out her bottom. His dick rested partway in her cheeks but ran far up her back. Like she proved too tall for Ren to work, Bruce overshadowed her. She rose on her tiptoes, seeking to meet him halfway, yet she failed.

"Can you bend your knees a little?" Martha continued to rock and rub to no avail.

"Of course." Hands appeared around Martha's waist, trailed up along her ribs, and cupped her ample breasts. Ren bucked at the sight, a spot of precum soaking through his trousers.

Bruce lowered himself, and Martha's eyes widened. He squeezed her tits while grinding against her backside. She worked with his motions, moaning as he tweaked her stiff nipples. Ren had seen such a face of delight from her before, but her desperate gyrating was new. He couldn't blame her.

One of Bruce's hands slipped from Martha's chest, trailing down between her legs. She gasped and tensed as his fat fingers pried her womanhood open. Ren's breath caught in his throat. He thought the other man's digits proved larger than his own penis, and now he saw the comparison in all its glory. She quaked as they sank into the knuckle.

"I can't get over how tight you are," Bruce said as their bodies writhed together. He pushed his fingers in and out of Martha's sloppy pussy, causing more fluids to leak from her. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in."

A shiver ran through Martha, and a breathless moan escaped her. She grinded against his digits and his cock, tilting her head up to catch his eyes. "Please, pick me up and give me that big thing."

In an instant, Bruce withdrew from Martha. She let out a surprised, little whine and shifted with his movements. He slipped his hands under her thighs, dwarfing her, and hoisted her up. Shame seared Ren to his core. He wished he would pick up and carry Martha, or do anything someone like Bruce could do.

Martha rose, and, as she went, Bruce's cock reappeared. It flopped down between her legs, pointing out toward Ren. He continued to rub himself through his pants. If he didn't focus so hard on Bruce's display of power and manliness, he would have whipped his meager member out and jerked himself off.

"Do you want it like this?" Bruce asked, holding her aloft over his enticing manhood. "Or like this?" He drew her up and glided further. Her limbs bent upward as she dropped into a submissive position, her feet dangling above her head. His palms hooked behind her neck, and her arms flailed, pawing at his.

Panic spread all over Martha's face as she hung, helpless, in Bruce's grasp, yet hints of excitement shone beneath. "What do you think you're doing?"

"You came to me for a good fuck. Figured I'd take the lead, but we can do something different if you want." The entire time he spoke, Bruce rubbed his girthy cock between Martha's drenched folds.

"Do," Martha clenched her jaw and nodded, "do as you will."

A grin spread across Bruce's face. He tightened his grip around Martha's knees and hoisted her up a bit more. His cockhead teased her entrance, and she groaned. The sight of something so large eclipsing her pussy and threatening to push inside brought Ren to the brink. Both in despair and pleasure. His heart hammered in his chest, breath caught in his throat, and he unzipped his pants.

The second Ren touched himself, wrapped around his pathetic dick, Bruce plunged into Martha. She whimpered as his fat, unstoppable girth split her. Her eyes closed, and yearning bloomed within Ren. He wished to witness every minute reaction she had while someone who could give her pleasure filled her. They snapped back open as if understanding his craving, and he lost himself.

Shocked ecstasy shone brilliant in Martha's eyes. Ren bucked into his hand, jumping. No matter how much he tried to suppress it, his cum shot against the closet door. He huffed and moaned, his gaze never leaving the action. Pulses ran through him, spewing his load as he stroked himself with quick, short motions. Despite the pent-up force behind it, a mere dribble stained and trickled down the wood.

Martha mewled as Bruce hilted inside her. Somehow, she had taken his entire length. Perhaps an outstanding feat, but she was no normal woman. She could take everything he gave her and more. A slight bulge formed in her belly, marking just how deep he reached in her. Despite knowing she was something more, remarkable, Ren couldn't believe his eyes.

Ren jerked his short yet hard penis. Unlike their usual sexual encounters, he remained rock-hard. Pleasure mixed with the shame of his inadequacy into a potent, heady cocktail. Faster and faster he pumped, groaning as he worked. Bruce stayed still, buried deep inside Martha. She panted, digging her nails into his biceps. Her legs shook, and Ren stared into her half-lidded eyes.

"Damn," Bruce said with a huff. "You're gripping me so tight. If your weight wasn't pushing you down on me, your pussy would push me out." He cracked a grin and rested his chin on the top of her head, showing off his dominance over her.

"It feels like you're splitting me in two," Martha managed, groaning and trembling in Bruce's embrace. "I want more."

Laughter bubbled out of Bruce. "Horny little thing, aren't you? Then again, you wouldn't have contacted me if you weren't."

Crimson rose in Martha's cheeks, but she didn't deny Bruce's assertion. Ren had noticed she wanted, needed, more than he could offer her, but he never realized how much she was hiding her true desires. He wished to tell Bruce to continue, to give her what she yearned for, yet he stayed put. What would Bruce say if he saw Ren cowering, stroking his tiny excuse for a cock?

Bruce cocked his hips back, and Martha quivered. His manhood slid out of her cunt, her insides gripping to him as he went. Ren stared, captivated. She stretched and stretched until gliding up his retreating shaft. He had seen such feats in the porn he watched, but he never saw Martha do it. She never had a reason to with him.

Mewling and unintelligible words tumbled past Martha's lips as Bruce continued. Inch after inch of his glorious dick ripped out of her, leaving her clinging inside and out. Her head lulled, trapped between his hands. Ren's heart hammered, and he bucked. If he knelt before then, she would stare down at him while he played with himself in perverse humiliation.

Part of Ren wanted to throw the door open and emerge from the closet. However, he held back. While watching Martha get taken by another man was his fetish, his desire, he longed to see her pleasured. After all, that was a big deal: seeing someone else do what he couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to do it in front of him, though. Maybe next time.

"Ready?" Bruce asked in a soft voice. He hung there, positioned just inside Martha's pussy, waiting.

Martha nodded.

Bruce smirked but didn't move. "What was that? I didn't hear you. Are you ready to get fucked by a real man?"

"Yes," Martha said, quavering. "Please, give it to me. I need it."

Ren tightened his grip on his member and jerked himself faster in anticipation. Sure, Bruce had plunged into Martha, but it was nothing compared to what was to come next. He would pound her with his massive cock over and over. The very thought, the image, of the imminent copulation flitted through Ren's mind, cobbling together memories of videos he had seen.

With a grunt, Bruce drove himself back in Martha. The entirety of his lengthy dick vanished into her with one swift motion. She cried out in bliss, trembling in his arms. His crotch slapped against her backside, their flesh joining in a carnal display. Her breasts jiggled from the potent impact. Ren whimpered.

Martha's eyes fluttered. Ren had never seen her react like that before. Granted, he didn't have a cock anything like Bruce's. His made Ren's lacking manhood appear far worse by comparison. The girth alone made Ren wonder how it was even manageable. However, she didn't have any issues taking such a magnificent monster.

Moans filled the room, and Bruce retreated, not wasting any time. Juices dribbled down his penetrating shaft as he withdrew. They glistened on him before the excess dripped to the floor. He slid out of her until his cockhead remained in her womanhood. She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath while she had the time. He rammed back into her.

Claps echoed, reverberating in the closet around Ren despite the closed door. He stroked up and down his shortness as he gawked at the sight. Bruce hilted inside Martha and pulled out. He worked himself up to a steady rhythm, pumping in and out with long, powerful strokes. A pathetic noise eked out of Ren, and he bucked his hips, wishing he could do that to her.

"Do you like my cock?" Bruce asked as he slammed into Martha. Squelching rose from her stretched and battered pussy in answer, but Ren knew he wanted her to say something. He held his breath and his penis.

Something overcame Martha's face, and she hung her head lower. The unladylike sounds escaping her quieted as if she tried to suppress them. She didn't need to be embarrassed that she enjoyed being fucked by Bruce—that was the whole point of today's meeting. Perhaps she didn't want to show her true feelings, but they would only make him hornier.

Bruce tightened his grip and picked up his pace. A slight gasp passed Martha's lips, and she trembled, legs shaking more and more. "Stunned into silence by how good it feels? I have that effect on the ladies."

Words escaped Martha—none Ren could understand. Not while being muffled from the distance, combined with the rhythmic slap of their bodies together. It seemed Bruce understood as he bent his knees and pulled her back into him. Her eyes shot wide, and she stared straight at Ren. Convulsions overtook her.

A squeal began to rip from Martha's lunges before she snapped her mouth closed. The delight in her high-pitched voice still reached Ren, and he froze. Juices squirted from her happy pussy, shooting toward the closet. Despite Bruce's domineering grip on her, she spasmed and writhed. He never stopped pounding her cunt with his unstoppable cock.

Inadequacy and shame filled Ren. He had never made Martha squirt like that—he didn't know she could—let alone made her climax like that. She panted, her chest rising and falling with quick shallow bursts. Her toes and fingers curled, the latter digging into Bruce's thighs. All the while, he continued plugging her as if nothing happened.

"You just came," Bruce said. There was no uncertainty. "No need to hide your feelings. We both know you're enjoying this."

The tension that overwhelmed Martha vanished in a huff. She hung there, getting railed, and jiggled with the powerful motions. Still, she didn't respond. Ren wanted to hear her say how much she loved Bruce filling and ploughing her. He stroked himself faster, imagining her saying the words. However, that didn't make him take his eyes off the action.

Each time Bruce drove himself into Martha, her womanhood stretched. His thick, veiny girth plunged inside with relative ease—much easier than Ren, or Martha, anticipated. The bulge reappeared as Bruce struck home, only to disappear the moment he retreated. More fluids now leaked from her, coaxed out by his massive, pleasing cock.

"What's the matter?" Bruce asked, his confident voice grating but somehow charming. "Ashamed that you came so quickly? Don't be." He picked up his pace." I know it's quite overwhelming for a lady the first time I fuck them."

Anger flared. Part of Ren didn't want Bruce speaking to Martha like that, yet it also turned him on. She always took the lead with Ren. Seeing her like this, submissive and vulnerable, sparked something deep inside him. Another thing he was unable to claim. However, he didn't need to. Not while he was able to watch someone else give her everything she desired.

One of Martha's hands flinched away from Bruce as if to cover her mouth. She didn't make it, bound as she was. A moan escaped her, loud and blissful. Crimson deepened her flushed cheeks. The sound of her enjoyment almost pushed Ren over the edge. He clamped down on his member, thumb squishing the tip.

Bruce rammed into Martha faster. "That's it. Let it out. Don't be shy."

The force behind each of Bruce's thrusts sent Martha's feet bouncing, jiggled her tits, and caused claps to ring out. Despite this, and how tight she must be gripping him, he didn't appear anywhere near close. He worked himself with calm and collected determination. Groans and grunts escaped him from time to time and betrayed his enjoyment of her taut cunt.

Ren wished to fondle or suck on Martha's breasts while Bruce fucked her. He could do that much to a satisfactory level at least. Well, maybe not. His hands were tiny, much like his dick, compared to Bruce's. The other man could cup her whole breast while Ren failed to compete. He bit his lip and throbbed.

"You tightened up," Bruce said, a growl in his voice. "Are you going to squirt again?"

"No, I'm—"

The first audible words Martha spoke since Bruce started fucking her turned to a shriek of a wail. She managed to suppress it, but the reality was clear. Her body locked up, curling. Ren pumped himself faster, wishing to climax with her. It came up fast, and his balls contracted. Another spurt of semen shot from his manhood, barely reaching the all-too close door.

More if Martha's voice came out this time; she couldn't stop. She writhed in pleasure as Bruce pistoned in and out of her. Fluids gushed from her further this time. The amount beat anything Ren mustered and was almost as thick. He never considered his loads spectacular, but he couldn't even keep up with a woman's excitement.

"You're really on a hair-trigger, huh? Love my cock that much?"

Martha mouthed the word "yes" before she stopped herself. Ren continued to pulse, but little more dribbled out the tip of his penis. Despite his lackluster output, he remained hard as anything. Watching her take Bruce and revel in the pleasures he instilled in her thrilled Ren. He resumed stroking. Perhaps he would keep up with her orgasms or outmatch her.

Bruce's cock slammed Martha, forcing her juices out of her tightness. "I," she huffed, losing herself. "I can't."

Martha shifted, and Bruce pulled her further back into him, bending her in half. "Can't what? Cum, moan, enjoy me dicking you down? Of course you can. You're doing it right now."

"That's not…" Martha clamped her mouth shut, a muffled squeal escaping. "Please, it's too much."

"Too much?" A wicked grin spread across Bruce's face. "I haven't even cum yet."

Desperation shone in Martha's eyes, tarnished by the glee and bliss radiating from her. "Please, I don't want to…"

"You'll thank me after I leave you a moaning, cumming mess." Still, Bruce managed to plough into Martha faster, harder. She gasped and jostled under the relentless assault. "Hold in there."

Some part deep inside Ren told him to stop this. Martha wanted Bruce to or at least slow down, but she didn't mean it. Not with the way she was trying to hide her moans and ashamed of her climaxing. She knew Ren was watching, seeing every last little detail of her experience. Her needs were being satisfied, yet she feared hurting him.

Instead of doing anything drastic, Ren continued to pump. He agreed with Bruce: Martha would enjoy him going all out on her. She had so far. Ren tried to match the rhythmic thump of Bruce against her backside, jerking his stubbiness. The quick, unyielding pace over such a short distance proved more than he could handle. He stopped, preventing climax.

More unladylike noises eked out of Martha despite her best efforts. "Come on, let it out. It's just us; I won't tell anyone."

Martha tensed up. Of course, it wasn't only the two of them in this hotel room. If it hadn't been clear that she worried what Ren would think of her wanton lust before, her reaction to Bruce's assertion proved it. Still, Ren stroked himself off. More. He needed more. His love for her only caused his desires to increase, grow more intense.

"I—"

Tremors wracked Martha, and she balled up, contracted in Bruce's embrace. Ren couldn't believe it. She came for a third time before Bruce even showed hints at his coming orgasm. The fact that Ren was still hard after shooting off twice spoke volumes of his enjoyment of watching her receive the euphoria he never delivered.

"Good girl," Bruce cooed between slaps of flesh, groans, and other sounds of exertion. "Cum as much as you want, need. I'm here to pleasure you until you lose your mind."

Aftershocks ran through Martha. She shuddered and sucked in a sharp breath. Her head shifted as if trying to glance at Bruce, but his domineering grip held her in place. Dampened sounds seeped out of her, yet they never become more than that. She managed to keep them suppressed. Ren wished she didn't.

"Are you," Martha huffed, trembling. "Are you going to finish soon?"

Bruce chuckled but continued pounding Martha. "Worried I won't stop, or do you want to know that your pussy feels good for me?"

Embarrassment flashed across Martha's face. "Do I feel good?"

"Of course," Bruce said with a grunt, slamming into Martha's sloppy, abused cunt. "You've got a real nice, tight pussy. It's been a pleasure stretching it out."

A smile curled Martha's lips for a moment before vanishing. "Does that mean you'll climax soon?"

"Used to quick-shots, huh?" Bruce growled and adjusted Martha and himself. "Yeah," he drove back in deep, clapping their flesh together, "you've got me close. Shame all your hard work will be wasted in this condom."

Martha's eyes shot wide, and panic filled them. Ren clenched his dick, on the verge of firing off again himself. If Bruce's manhood was that large, how much could he ejaculate? Ren's impotent spunk dribbled down the door and formed the smallest pool on the carpet. The idea sent a shiver down Ren's spine.

"It," Martha moaned, unable to control herself. "It stays on."

"Your rules. Just saying it's a waste." Bruce wavered, the first crack in his relentless pounding since he began. "I'm gonna cum in your tight, little pussy."

Martha nodded, fervent. "Me, too. Do it."

Their coupling increased, driving one another toward Climax. Ren jerked faster as well, trying to keep pace with them. If he finished with them, he could share in their pleasure. However far removed. His head spun as his heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to see Bruce blow because of Martha. She was incredible.

Bruce slammed into Martha one last time, pulling her in close. She let out a blissful cry and convulsed. Juices gushed from her happy womanhood, and he bucked against her, grunting. Despite not having a view, Ren got a sense of how hard Bruce came inside her from her wide, shocked eyes. Nothing leaked from her, save her fluids of excitement.

Ren jumped and dribbled his thinning seed on the ground. He humped his hand, groaning in delight. Contrary to how he pulsated, little to nothing came out of him. Martha squirmed in bliss despite her attempts to cover it up. Bruce inhaled and exhaled deep, savoring what must be potent spasms to milk him dry.

"Damn," Bruce breathed, his grip slipping. "That was great. You took my cock like a pro." He thrust into her, and squelching sounds rose from her battered cunt.

Unintelligible words seeped out of Martha as she hung there, dazed and satisfied. Her lips curled up into a slight smile. Ren pumped out the last little bit of his load and sighed. He remained erect. His chest shifted with quick, shallow bursts as did hers. They both seemed exhausted, but Bruce didn't appear finished quite yet.

Pulling out, Bruce's cock stretched Martha's lower lips. She shivered, clinging to him, as he went. Inch after inch of slick man-meat reappeared. The rubber remained affixed firm to his shaft, pulled almost to breaking. Ren couldn't believe it didn't break with how vigorous he pumped into her. However, that wasn't the only reason.

Bruce flopped out of Martha's used pussy with a wet pop. The tip of the condom ballooned to a point Ren never imagined. Thick, viscous cum filled it. His heart leapt into his throat at the sight. Much like Bruce's manhood, the amount of seed he produced was leagues above even what Ren mustered in more than a week. The idea of that going into her….

"Ren," Martha said in a breathy voice as Bruce lowered her to the ground. Confusion flitted across his face while Ren jumped. "Please, can you come out?"

Without bothering to zip himself back up, Ren obeyed. He opened the stained closet door and exited. Bruce eyed him, his gaze wandering up and down. His frown deepened. "Who is this?"

"He's my fiancé." Martha's legs trembled, still overwhelmed by the pounding and multiple orgasms she received.

"Oh. Hey, man." Bruce reached out to shake Ren's hand. He hesitated when he noticed the mess on them both and eased back near Martha. "Name's Bruce. I didn't realize that this was your woman."

Ren nodded, squirming under Bruce's and Martha's gazes. "Ren."

"So, uh, no hard feelings?" Bruce asked as he rubbed his bald head.

Martha chewed her lip. "He…wanted to see me with another man before we're married."

"Is that so?" Tension rushed out of Bruce's posture, and he relaxed. He flashed a grin. "Glad I'm not interrupting anything."

Martha moved toward Ren but stopped before she tipped over. She met his gaze, concerned. "Are you all right, sweetie?"

"Yes." Ren didn't want Martha to worry or for them to stop. He knelt before her and Bruce in the dampness of her excitement and took his still-hard penis in hand. "Please, continue."

"This is a first." Amusement played in Bruce's voice. He turned to Martha. "Shall we indulge him?"

Martha nodded. She bit her lip. Lust danced in her eyes, and a smile quirked the corners of her mouth.

"Cool, cool." Bruce reached down and slipped the filled condom off his glistening manhood. It wobbled and bounced as he tied off the end. "I've never cucked some dude in front of him with his future wife before."

A frown wilted Martha's lustful expression. "Don't say those kinds of things. Just," she padded over to the bed, "come over here."

"Wanna put on a good show for him, huh?" Blush filled out Martha's cheeks, but she didn't deny it. She met Ren's gaze, and he nodded. "Kneel down and look him in the eye."

The bedsprings creaked, and Martha crawled. Ren stroked himself slow, waiting for the action to resume. Awkwardness played across her face as she settled into position. She knelt close to the edge, little more than a few feet from him. He smiled at her to ease her embarrassment, shame, which she returned. Nothing would come between them.

Bruce climbed up, new and used condom in hand. "Oh." He leaned forward, dwarfing Martha, grabbed her bracelet, and tied the full rubber to it. "There we go. Can't let you forget about what could have been."

The amount within the thin material baffled Ren. Martha's attention flicked down and then to his manhood. A thoughtful expression removed her smile. She didn't frown, but she wanted to. He couldn't compete, there was no questioning it, why hold back? If she wasn't comfortable doing what they did to the cuckold in those videos yet, he wouldn't push her.

A tear, and another condom slipped on Bruce's giant cock. He grinned at Ren and positioned himself behind Martha, grabbing her by the hips. She jumped at his touch but eased back toward him, hungry for more. A gasp eked out of her. No doubt he pressed against her pussy, but Ren couldn't see. He picked up his pace.

"So," Bruce said, drawing himself closer to Martha and her back to him. He locked eyes with Ren. "What do you want me to do, Mr. Fiancé?"

Ren swallowed. "Fuck her and make her cum."

Bruce grinned and lined himself up with Martha's eager womanhood. "Like you never could?"

"Stop it," Martha said, glancing back at Bruce. A myriad of emotions warred on her face. "Just do—"

A moan ripped from Martha's lungs. Bruce plunged back inside her with an echoing clap. She lurched forward, almost collapsing, her long hair flaring around her. Her wide eyes met Ren's before she shied away and tried to hide her surprise, her elation. He jerked himself off faster, captivated by her gasping mouth.

"It seems she wants to protect you, but you knew this would happen, right?" Bruce worked in and out of Martha at a controlled, steady pace. "You wanted this."

With a nod, Ren stroked. Bruce's grin broadened, and he dug his fingers into Martha's waist. Her head slumped forward, obscuring her face in a cascade of shiny hair. He wanted to witness every flicker of pleasure dancing in her eyes, yet he couldn't bring himself to speak. Instead, he sat there, silent.

"How are you liking it so far, Mr. Fiancé?" Martha bounced and jiggled as Bruce pumped into her with relentless force. "Looks like you made a little mess in the closet."

Shame seared Ren to his core. He wished he could have mustered up more to try and pretend he was a man. "It's been great."

"What's been your favorite part? My big, fat cock penetrating your soon-to-be wife's naughty, little pussy, or her reactions?" Bruce tried to hold Ren's gaze, but he couldn't take his focus off Martha.

"Watching the bliss on her face as she cums," Ren said, jerking faster.

Bruce leaned forward and pulled Martha back toward him. "Hear that? You shouldn't hide that beautiful face of yours from your future husband. He wants you to be happy."

"I can't." Martha leaned forward further, trying to bury her face in the mattress. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Ren managed with a smile.

"Nonsense. You can show him. Here, let me help." Bruce bent over Martha further and took her hair into his hands. He drew it all into a single braid, pulling away from her face. Crimson flushed her cheeks as a throaty moan eked out of her. She didn't meet Ren's gaze despite their words and the fact she no longer hid behind anything. All the while Bruce thrust into her needy cunt.

"Martha," Ren breathed as he stroked his little dick. Her eyes met his for the briefest moment, unfathomable pleasure and lust hidden behind a thin veil of confusion and shame. "Does his feel that much better than mine?"

Emotion vanished from Martha's face. She clenched her jaw and didn't say a word. However, she didn't need to. Bruce slammed into her as he picked up his tempo, and she cried out in glee. Her mouth snapped shut a second later. She tried to shy away from Ren's intense gaze, but Bruce's hands appeared on either side of her head. He cupped her face with his massive palms, dark streaking across her pale skin.

"I believe he asked you a question." Bruce gripped Martha, using his newfound leverage to drill into her hard and to prevent her from turning away. "I think it would be pretty rude if you didn't answer the poor man…if you can even call him that with that little thing."

"Stop belittling him. He's—" Mewling escaped Martha, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

"But you tighten up so much when I do it." Bruce crashed into Martha. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like hearing the comparisons, putting him in his place."

Martha moaned and refocused. "No. That's not true." Despite her words, the bliss she expressed with every deep, powerful thrust into her betrayed her true feelings. "I just."

Slapping sounded, and Martha tipped forward. Bruce hooked his fingers into either side of her mouth and held her up. Shame, pleasure, delight, and ecstasy coursed through her. Her legs shook as he continued thumping against her. Ren stroked faster. She was about to climax again, and he would see it up close this time.

"Cumming again?" Bruce asked with a sly smirk. "I guess I can't blame you when you're used to," he nodded toward Ren's crotch, "that."

"I said—Oh, God." Martha's protest vanished, and she shrieked.

Convulsions overwhelmed Martha, and she locked up. Her ecstatic voice rang out in the room, reverberating. Ren stared at her and lost himself in her bliss. His penis jumped and spurted out yet another shot of his thin, lacking seed. She squirted all over the sheets, and her gaze slipped down. Part of him wanted to hide his shame, but he couldn't bring himself to stop stroking.

Bruce gripped Martha tighter and pistoned in and out of her happy, gushing cunt. "Awww, how cute. You both came together." His digits hooked deeper, and drool ran out. "That's it, get off to me fucking your fiancé in front of you."

Pathetic mewling seeped out of Ren and Martha. The claps of her and Bruce's flesh joining in a repetitive rhythm filled Ren's ears. Her body slumped the slightest bit, but she didn't collapse. Not only did Bruce's grip hold her up, but she also put more effort into it herself. The bed creaked, and her muscles flexed.

"Damn," Bruce said, surprised yet thrilled. "Does me telling your pathetic man to watch me fuck you right make you horny?" He let his fingers slip out of Martha's mouth, trailing saliva across her cheeks.

Martha shook her head, but she pushed herself back against Bruce. "Please, do not call him that. He," she inhaled deep and suppressed a moan, "is the best man I ever met."

"Yeah," Bruce grunted, rocking with Martha's motions, "throw that ass back at me while talking about how good he is." He grinned and met Ren's gaze. "Show him that no matter how good he is to you, I'm still better."

"That's not—" Martha lifted her head and stared into Ren's eyes. "Ren…" Shame dampened her ecstatic expression but didn't stop her from doing as Bruce told her.

Ren worked up and down his meager length faster. "It's all right, Martha." He sucked in a deep breath and groaned. "Enjoy yourself."

"You," Martha's head tilted down to the mess of spunk Ren spewed on the floor, "you came so many times. And you're still hard." Disbelief played in her voice. "So much more than when we're together."

"It's so hot watching you cum on his cock." Ren licked his lips and stroked his dick. "I want you to have the time of your life."

Sadness flashed across Martha's face. "But that's supposed to be our—"

"You're getting so tight," Bruce interrupted. He still swayed with Martha, but something didn't seem right. "About to cum again while you talk to your loyal cuck?"

"No," Martha performed rapid shakes of her head, "please, stop. I don't want you to bring me to orgasm anymore." No matter how much Martha protested, she didn't push Bruce away or pull off him.

A smirk quirked Bruce's lips. "I stopped thrusting a minute ago. It's all you, girl."

Panic flared in Martha's gorgeous eyes. She moaned. Excitement shot through Ren. Sure, she had enjoyed Bruce's cock this entire time, but now she fucked herself of her own accord. Ren jerked himself off faster, breathing hard, to make it clear he relished what she did. He hoped she realized and accepted it.

"Ren, I'm sorry." Martha shied away from him and bit her lip. "I just…"

"Fuck him," Ren said between groans and the clap of Martha's ass against Bruce.

Exhilaration sprang up for the briefest second. "Ren."

"Bounce on his cock. I know you're loving it," Ren smiled as a moan eked out of him, "and I love you."

"Don't say—" Shivers ran through Martha, and she clamped her mouth closed. "I," she mewled, "love you, too."

Martha threw herself back into Bruce and froze. Elation, shame, and bliss warred across her face as she squealed, trying to suppress it. She gushed, showering the bed sheets with her excitement. How had she climaxed so many times? Ren was astounded by her and Bruce's performance. Of course, he was far closer to what she needed, wanted.

Bruce raked his fingers along Martha's neck, shoulders, arms, and ribs to her hips. He held her still as she quavered under her potent orgasm. "You two are adorable. I got a little more in me before I have to go."

"I want to see it go in her again," Ren said, his confidence, or perhaps his desires, rising after speaking with Martha. "Can you finish with a mating press?"

"I certainly can." Bruce gripped Martha by the waist and withdrew. His massive cock slipped out of her drenched pussy with a loud pop. "Shame I have to waste my nut in this rubber, though."

"Keep it on," Martha blurted out, snapping out of her bliss-induced revery.

"All right, all right." The bedsprings popped as Bruce moved to the left, his dick glistening and wobbling. "Lay down and let's continue for him."

Martha obeyed without hesitation. She flashed a guilty smile to Ren before she drifted backward. Her backside hit the bed, and she tipped. She fell, her hair flaring out, and landed with a little bounce. Her stretched pussy started him in the face. If everything else didn't make things clear, Bruce's dick had changed her forever.

Ren scooted forward, but Bruce swooped in. He grinned at Ren and slid between Martha's legs. His hands wrapped around her ankles and pushed them up over her head. She bent backward until her ass came out on full display. Only part of her womanhood remained visible, but it was enough to watch Bruce line his manhood up.

"Ask me to put my cock back inside." Frustration burned. Why wouldn't Bruce ram Martha? Ren whined.

A gasp escaped Martha as Bruce's cockhead teased her drenched folds. "Please. Give it to me again."

"You hear that, cuck?" Bruce asked, not bothering to glance over his shoulder. "She wants me to keep stretching out her pussy. Shame you have to resort to this to give her pleasure."

Pain lanced through Ren, but he didn't hesitate or stop jerking himself off. His heart hammered in his chest, and his breath caught in his throat. As he sped up, Bruce fed himself into Martha. Her cunt stretched to accommodate his massive girth. Inch after inch vanished in seconds until he hilted inside her. His hefty balls rested against her taint.

Martha's dangling feet trembled. She writhed under Bruce, dwarfed by the giant of a man. He retreated from her and dragged out her insides. Her lower lips gripped his cock tight, not wanting to let go. He continued until just the tip remained in her. Ren craned his neck, trying to sneak a peek of her face, but failed.

Instead, Ren focused on the part of the show that was presented to him. Bruce hovered for a moment before he drove back inside Martha. His fat dick lanced her, penetrating her depths with ease. Ren wondered what it felt like to reach so deep. The fact he would never know made him twitch and buck.

"You see how much I'm stretching her?" Bruce asked as his testicles slapped against Martha. "I wouldn't have to do so much work if you weren't so short."

"It's not his fault," Martha said in a breathy voice between suppressing moans. "He does his best."

Bruce slammed Martha, working into a slow, steady rhythm. His thighs clapped her backside. "Well, his best isn't good enough if you're here, getting ploughed by me."

"It was his idea." Desperation sounded in Martha's voice, trying to cover the whimpers and mewls escaping her from every thrust. "He wanted to see me with another man."

"And why do you think that is?" Bruce pounded away at Martha's poor pussy. Juices squelched from her as he ravaged her. "He couldn't pleasure you, and he didn't want you to leave."

"I," a whimper of a squeal seeped out of Martha, "would never."

If anything, Bruce picked up his pace. The clap of their joining flesh rang in Ren's ears. He stroked and humped in time with his better. "Lots of women have said that, and they weren't as…expressive as you."

"I'm just doing it for him." Despite Martha's weak assertions, she had been the one to offer up what kind of man she desired to have.

"I guess I have to step up my game until you're honest." The bed creaked, springs popping, and Bruce grunted with the effort. "You really like being treated like a slut while denying it."

"No, I'm—" Martha's words turned into a high-pitched squeal.

Again, Martha came. She mewled and writhed and convulsed, dominated by Bruce's pistoning cock. Juices gushed from her womanhood like the other times she climaxed. Ren leaned forward, and her squirting fluids almost hit him in the face. Wet smacks now sounded as Bruce thumped against her. His hefty balls slapped her taint and asshole with every pump.

"That's what I thought," Bruce said without relenting. "You love being nothing but a fucktoy for my amazing cock."

Moaning escaped Martha instead of words. She tried to speak, to defend herself, but only unintelligible noises came out. Ren's chest tightened. He didn't want Bruce to call her things like that, yet he couldn't deny how much she enjoyed it. She came so many times…How could she be experiencing anything but sheer bliss?

"Getting a good view from back there?" Still, Bruce didn't peek back over his shoulder. He continued to slam Martha over and over with his incredible, superior dick. "This is how a real man with a real cock fucks a woman."

A pitiful attempt at defending Ren came from Martha. Moans and whimpers interrupted her mid-word at every turn. It appeared Bruce's relentless fucking pushed her over the edge. She couldn't so much as form a single word anymore. Ren jerked faster, on the verge. He wanted to stave off his climax until she came again. Maybe even Bruce finishing.

Thick, man-meat pumped in and out of Martha, stretching her far beyond anything Ren thought possible. He couldn't look away. "Is it everything you imagined, little guy?"

"Yes," Ren blurted out in a wispy, breathless voice. "Even more so."

"Thank me," Bruce said between the slaps of him plugging away at Martha. She moaned and writhed.

Ren grabbed himself tighter and drew in a sharp breath. "Thank you."

"Sir."

"Thank you, sir."

"For what?"

Shame lanced Ren, but he couldn't stop jerking his pathetic excuse for a dick. "For fucking her right. For doing what I can't."

"You're welcome, tiny." A grunt escaped Bruce, and he refocused on Martha. "I'm gonna cum again." He clapped into her with long, powerful thrusts. "You ready?"

"Yes," Martha cried, voice quavering. "I'm going to finish, too."

Ecstatic breaths and noises filled the room, echoing off the walls. The bed lurched and creaked, and the clap of their flesh rang true. Squelches rose with every plunge deep into Martha. Ren picked up his own pace, wishing to join them in orgasmic ecstasy. He didn't deserve it, but he would take the opportunity.

"Cumming," Bruce said with a grunting huff.

Martha's voice rang higher. "Me, too. Please, don't stop."

After several thrusts, Bruce hilted deep inside Martha. She shrieked, her dangling feet shaking over his shoulders. Ren bucked and burst. Little more than a dribble came out of his penis, staining the carpet with almost nothing. However, Martha's fluids gushed and overshadowed the pathetic spurt he let out.

Bruce's asscheeks clenched, and his balls contracted. He humped Martha as he emptied inside her. A shiver ran down Ren's spine. If not for the condom, he would impregnate her without a doubt. His little dick pulsed harder at the thought. No. He wouldn't want the love of his life to carry another man's child.

Martha's cries and moans calmed down until only her heavy, shallow breaths escaped her. Tension rushed out of her. Bruce gave her a good hump and withdrew. His manhood remained semi-erect, glistening with her excitement. Once again, he ballooned the tip to ridiculous proportions. Ren didn't know how it didn't break with the sheer amount of spunk.

As Bruce shuffled back away from a satisfied Martha, he allowed her legs to drop. They landed on the surface of the bed without any resistance, bouncing. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her ample breasts. She gasped and shivered. He rolled the rubber off his shaft and tied it to her bracelet as he had with the previous one.

"You were a great fuck," Bruce said as he examined his handiwork. "Remember how much I stretched you out and made you cum. If you want to do this again, give me a call. I have to get to something."

Bruce knee-walked away and rose before Ren. He glanced down and smiled. "Same goes for you, Mr. Fiancé. Don't keep such a wonderful woman all to yourself. It would be a waste considering your…lack of manliness." The floor creaked while Bruce turned to dress and leave.

Ren wilted under Bruce's domineering stare and harsh words. Blood rushed south, though, but he couldn't grow hard anymore. He was spent, satisfied. His eyes glanced over at Martha. She lay there, still, save for her rising and falling chest. Her womanhood still spasmed, trying to shrink back to normal but being unable to ever again.

Despite her hazy, content, distant expression, Martha stared at the two full condoms tied to her bracelet. Ren couldn't get over how Bruce filled them. Combining all the times Ren came during this, he couldn't compare to half of what the other man produced in one go. Everything about Bruce blew Ren out of the water without remorse or pity.

Closing the door behind him, Ren followed Martha back into their home. It took a while, but she recovered from Bruce's pounding. Her legs remained weak; she held onto Ren the entire walk home. Their closeness after everything that happened enveloped him in delightful warmth. The whole thing left him satisfied and happy.

Martha slipped off her shoes and turned to Ren. She hooked her hair behind her ear, bracelet jingling. They had removed Bruce's condoms before leaving; it would have been unsightly to be in public like that. She smiled at him, pleasure radiating from her. If he appreciated the encounter, she appeared to have loved it more than anything.

"That was great," Ren said, wrapping his arms around Martha and pulling her close. She went rigid for a moment before relaxing and following suit. "I really enjoyed myself."

"I'm glad." Martha patted Ren's back, a grin quirking the corners of her mouth.

Ren buried his face in Martha's chest, nuzzling her. She didn't say a word about her thoughts on the experience. Perhaps she had no desire to go again. "You don't have to do it again. I'm satisfied."

Something flickered across Martha's face, but it vanished before Ren could determine its significance. She pulled him closer and squeezed. "Okay, but don't forget: I will not shy away from doing anything that makes you happy."

"I love you." Ren raised on his tiptoes to reach.

Martha smiled. "I love you, too." She closed her eyes, leaned forward, and pressed her warm, soft lips to his. He loved her more than anything, and he was glad she came into his life.

Chapter 2: Promises

Notes:

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Chapter Text

Steam rose from the pot, and the tantalizing aroma of baking chicken came from the oven. Ren opened the fridge and grabbed some butter. He came back over to Martha, who glanced at him and smiled. She took the tub from him as he returned the gesture, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her hip bumped into his, and he swayed.

"What do you think you're doing, mister?" Martha asked with a wry grin.

Ren pulled Martha in closer and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Not distracting you from cooking."

"Well, you're doing a rather poor job. What am I going to do with you?" Despite her words, Martha spared one of her arms and embraced Ren.

Softness pressed to Ren as he hugged Martha. "I don't know, but I imagine you can think of something."

"Oh, I believe you might be right." Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks, and she cleared her throat. "Ahem, I have no idea what you mean."

"I'm sure." Ren grinned and let his hand slide down to Martha's backside. He gave her a little squeeze.

Martha hip-checked Ren, and he drifted away from her. "We still have work to do. Unless you want to go hungry."

"You're right." Ren tensed up and pulled away from Martha. "Sorry."

"You do not have to apologize to me, dear. I'm quite fond of your little distractions." Martha leaned in and planted a tender kiss on Ren's lips. "Now, check on the chicken. We do not want it to burn."

A smile curled the corners of Ren's mouth, and he slid over to the oven. He popped it open. The skin had turned golden-brown and appeared to be ready. He grabbed a mitt, reached inside, and drew the pan out. Glass clinked on the counter as he set it down, juices sloshing in the base.

"Looks like it came out well," Martha said while tossing some butter into the mashed potatoes she worked on. "The rest should be done soon."

Ren cut into the poultry to make sure it was ready. Not a hint of pink remained, and he grinned. Martha swayed as she stirred, a soft, little hum escaping her. He listened and went about carving it up into useable chunks. The softness, the melody of her hums soothed him. He could listen to her for hours.

A calm came over Ren, and he rocked beside Martha in time with her humming. He separated two portions, one for each of them, and left the remainder on another plate. Aluminum foil crinkled as he pulled out a sheet and wrapped it around the leftovers. He put it in the refrigerator and went back to the steaming pot.

The mixed vegetables were done and ready to go. Ren spooned out some and gave himself and Martha a healthy scoop. She swept up next to him, resting her hip and shoulder against his. He glanced at her, and she smiled. Joy surged within him; he couldn't help himself. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into a kiss.

Martha let out a surprised, cute yelp as Ren drew her in. A giggle followed, and she kissed him back. Warmth seeped into him. Her chest pressed to his, squishing and sending a thrill through him. She stroked his arm while they smooched. Their love for one another appeared stronger than ever. What more could he ask for?

Satisfied, Ren pulled back. Martha craned her neck to stay locked with him for a moment longer before retreating. Her smiling face came into view, and he grinned. "What was that for?" Martha asked with a wink as she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Because you're so beautiful." Ren pressed his forehead to Martha's before he backed off.

"You know just what to say." Martha squeezed Ren's hand. "Now, give me those plates, and we can get to eating. I'm excited about the movie afterward."

Every Wednesday, they had made plans for making dinner and watching a movie. There had been some duds sprinkled in, but they enjoyed their time together regardless. Sometimes, if things proved too bad or boring, they would just lay there, cuddling and kissing. He didn't say it, but he hoped tonight was one of those nights.

Without hesitation, Ren obeyed Martha's request. He presented his plate and then hers. The spoon clinked against the china as she scooped a portion each for them. Once loaded, he took them to the table and set them down opposite one another. Chairs squeaked across the room, and he gestured for her to sit.

Martha performed a mock curtsy and strode past Ren toward her seat. Fingers trailed down his spine as she moved, and he shivered at her delicate, loving touch. She flashed him a smirk and plopped down in her chair. He shifted to the other side and took his. They stared at one another with adoring expressions.

Heat radiated, and Ren waited to dig in. Martha mimicked his actions, toying with her fork on the edges of her steaming food. "So, you have not been talking about work lately. Is something wrong?"

Ren's breath caught in his throat. Truth be told, things had been fine. More or less. He just seemed to be in a funk. "Not really. It's been pretty normal."

A frown came over Martha's face, and something bumped into Ren's foot. "You know you can tell me if there is a problem. I'll do what I can, even if it is only listening."

"I guess things are boring." No matter how much he tried to shake it, Ren couldn't get over the weighty feeling of nothing crushing down on him. "A little frustrating. I don't know; something feels off." He knew their recent meetings with Bruce hadn't been the same either, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything about that.

"Well," Martha stroked Ren's leg, "forget about it for tonight. Just enjoy your time here with me." She offered him a smile that he couldn't help but return.

"I always do." The tension in Ren's chest diminished, and he sighed.

Martha tickled Ren's ankle. "And I with you. Do not forget it."

Ren focused on Martha and the food in front of him. He dug in, taking the first bite. Heat threatened to burn his tongue, but it didn't reach that point. Savory juices with a hint of sweetness filled his mouth as he ate the chicken. She was a good cook, yet she hadn't made this before. Curiosity got the better of him.

"This is great," Ren said, taking another fork full. "Where did you get the recipe."

"Oh," Martha jerked the utensil away and turned her attention to Ren, "Naomi told me about it. I do not know where she got it from."

The hospital. Martha had been spending less time there ever since he asked her to see another man. Guilt weighed heavy; he knew how much she enjoyed helping out. "How have things been there?"

A frown crept in on Martha's face, but it disappeared before she spoke. "They have been great. A few of the girls have been a little too nosy, though. They mean well, but they can be a lot."

"Nosy about what?" Ren's heart pounded in his chest. A whole host of terrible ideas flooded his mind. When did he become so paranoid?

Martha tapped the ring on her finger. "Wanted to know when the date was and how things were going." Ren cocked his head. "Some of them only see me every once in a while, and I do not believe any of them have met you."

Ren knew he had nothing to worry about, but something in the back of his head nagged at him. "What did you say?"

"I told them when it was, and some of them asked if they were invited." Martha's expression remained unchanged throughout. She didn't feel the same panic or awkwardness as Ren did.

"Did you invite any?" Ren asked.

Martha shook her head. "I thought to run it by you first." She took another bite of her meal and tapped Ren's foot with hers. "I know you want to keep things small, and that is fine with me. All I need is you."

"If you want any of them there, that's good enough for me." A couple extra guests wouldn't ruin anything.

"Okay." Martha nodded and smiled. "I have not decided yet. I have to think about it more."

Curiosity continued to invade Ren. He didn't know how extensive the conversation with them had been, and one thing came to mind: their sex life. "Was there anything else?"

"What do you mean?" Confusion marked Martha's face, and she cocked her head.

"They asked how things were going." Ren swallowed, tensing up. Martha wouldn't say anything so personal…would she? "You didn't tell them…"

Realization struck Martha, and she shook her head, frantic. "No, no, no. Nothing like that." She drew in a deep breath and started stroking Ren's leg again. "I told them the truth otherwise. That we're getting along great, and I could not ask for a better soon-to-be-husband."

A sense of warmth blossomed in Ren's chest, and he reached across the table to take Martha's hand in his. "I love you, Martha."

"I love you, too, Ren." Martha squeezed Ren and smiled at him. "I hope you're ready to cuddle and watch that movie."

"With you?" Ren wanted to lean forward and kiss Martha, but he wouldn't make it. Instead, he wove his fingers between hers. "Always."

Martha grinned. "Come on, help me clean up, and we can get to it."

With all the dishes cleaned up and drying and the leftovers secured and stashed away, Ren padded into the living room. Martha followed close behind him. He scooped up the remote and plopped down on the couch. The cushions gave as she joined him, and she leaned against him the moment she sat. Joy coursed through him, and he wrapped his arm around her.

Ren flicked the TV on while they snuggled up against one another. Martha ran her foot up and down his shin in absent-minded stroking. He squeezed her tight and opened up the streaming app. She had decided on some action movie for them to watch. He had no qualms with her decision, craving a bit of excitement after things at work had been so dull.

The film kicked off with a bang and drew them both into it. Martha's right hand rested on Ren's thigh throughout, and she flexed and tensed with the rising tension. He enjoyed experiencing her little reactions to things. Watching things like this still thrilled her even after all the time she'd been here and all the fights she had been through.

Contentment filled Ren. He hugged Martha tighter as things went on. She glanced at him, smiling, and squeezed his leg. Part of him wanted to kiss her, but he didn't want to interrupt. Unlike some other nights, they were both enjoying the movie. He didn't believe she would mind, but he held off.

However, no matter how much he tried to focus on the screen, Ren's attention kept sliding back to Martha. She wore a grin through most of the action, and she leaned further against him with each passing moment. Her softness pressed to him, and her warmth seeped into him. He closed his eyes and yawned.

Two-thirds of the way through the flick, the two main characters made it out of a hectic battle by the skin of their teeth. The connection they shared reached a critical point, and the female lead grabbed her male counterpart and forced him up against a wall. She pressed her lips to his before he said a word, kissing him deep.

Ren tensed at the sudden shift. He knew it was coming—the two characters were meant for one another—but it still caught him by surprise. A sharp breath sounded next to him, and Martha shifted around in her seat. He peeked at her. She bit her lip, and her eyes flicked over to him. A smirk spread across her face, but she refocused on the TV.

Martha's hand began to run up and down Ren's thigh as the sex scene unfolded before them. She hooked her ankle around his and drew his legs further apart. He froze, hugging her tighter and pulling her close. Her breasts squished to his arm and shoulder. The front of his loose-fitting shorts raised in a tiny tent.

Silent, Martha slipped between Ren's thighs. He tensed and bucked at her touch, rubbing himself against her. They may not have had sex since they started calling upon Bruce, but that didn't prevent her from teasing him and allowing him to get off. He wished he could do more for her, yet it only made him harder.

On the screen, the woman had been so aggressive and dominant, but she began to change. The man took charge and bent her over. Ren bucked as his mind put Martha in her position and not him in the man's. She continued to caress him and lean further into him. If he asked her if she imagined it, too, she would say no, but it was undeniable. Her panties were no doubt soaked.

Ren groaned under Martha's assault. He brought his other arm across himself to reach between her legs and confirm for himself and to tease her, but she twisted her hips away. Embarrassment played on her face no matter how hard she attempted to remain stoic. However, she didn't stop her toying.

The scene ended in an unsatisfactory fade to black where the two characters shared the night and so much more with one another. Ren moaned and twitched, on the verge, but Martha stopped. When he turned his head to ask why, she closed the gap between them and kissed him. He let out a surprised little noise but accepted her all the same.

Martha's frisky little tongue slipped into Ren's mouth. She wiggled around and pressed against him harder. He hoped she would keep leaning into him and jump into his lap. She never did. Rather, she gripped his leg and made out with him. Desire coursed through him, yet all he did was allow her to do as she pleased.

Weight lifted from Ren, and Martha pulled back. Their lips parted with a soft pop. He stared up at her, and she smiled, patting him. She rolled back over into her spot without breaking their physical contact. Her breasts continued to squish on him, and her hand remained. He sat there, shocked and overwhelmed. She knew just what to do to rile him up.

Without a second of hesitation, Martha turned her focus back to the movie. Her fingertips stroked Ren, but that was all the attention she gave him. He wondered what ran through her head. There was no way he could satisfy her needs, yet she never wished to deny his. Perhaps she would use his horniness as an excuse to set up another session.

No. Martha wasn't like that. If she wanted to meet with Bruce again, she would tell him. She wouldn't trick him into pressuring her to do it again. That's how it had been every other time. One of them would want it, and they would call a meeting. No secrecy or toying with one another. They didn't want to keep anything from one another.

Ren sighed and sank back into the couch. Martha leaned into him and rested her head against his shoulder. He squeezed her tight, and she let out a satisfied little noise. Her presence, her love soothed him. With it, he calmed down and focused back on the ending of the film. His manhood remained hard for a while, but he ignored it.

"What about this one?" Martha asked, pointing at a cake in the wedding venue pamphlet. Their planner called them the other day to tell them things had gone awry, and they wouldn't be able to do some of the things they agreed upon.

Most of the ones available were basic designs with a little frill of icing and a border of fruit. Ren didn't mind. The only thing that mattered to him was that he was going to marry Martha. Whether they had anything fancy didn't matter to him. He leaned in closer to her, their heads resting together.

"That one looks fine to me if you like it." Ren squeezed Martha's hip, and she smiled at him.

"I think it will work." A curious expression came over Martha's face. "I had hoped we would be over this by now. Oh well."

Ren planted a tender kiss on Martha's cheek to calm her. "Me, too, but it's okay. Things happen."

"I just hope they can keep their promise this time. I don't want to have another scare like this." Warmth inundated Ren, and Martha fell into his embrace with a sigh.

"It's all right, Martha." Ren hugged her, and her eyes met his, expectant. "All that matters is that we're getting married. The rest is just extra."

Martha sighed and gave Ren a quick peck on the lips. "I know, but I wanted it to be special. You mean a lot to me."

"And you to me." Softness greeted Ren as he returned Martha's gesture with more passion. She smiled at him when he pulled back, and he grinned. "Now that this is settled, how about we go to the store and pick up some food for the week?"

Hesitation flicked across Martha's face. "I do not know." She glanced down, shying away from Ren's curious gaze. "I…"

"What?" Ren asked, squeezing Martha.

"Nothing." Martha's nostrils flared, and her legs rubbed together. "Don't worry about it."

Ren patted Martha's thigh, and her eyes came back up to his. "No, tell me. I don't want you to be upset or anything."

Nervous laughter bubbled out of Martha. "This is terrible timing, but I wanted to ask if we could…you know again."

Ren twitched. They were just discussing their wedding, and Martha was thinking about seeing Bruce. He shook his head. It was just to satisfy her physical needs and his kink. He couldn't forget his part in the whole thing—it was his idea in the first place. A deep inhale, and he relaxed. The thought, however, excited him, and he grew hard.

"Of course," Ren said. Despite his agreement, something tugged at the back of his mind. Something had felt off about their most recent session, but Martha appeared to enjoy it too much for him to deny her.

A grin spread across Martha's face. "Great." Her eyes widened, and she reeled herself back in. "Ahem, okay. I will give him a call and schedule it. Any time not work besides when you have to go into the office?"

"I don't think so." Confusion flitted around Ren's mind, but he tried not to let it show. He gave Martha a loving squeeze.

Without hesitation, Martha returned the gesture. "All right. I'll be back in a minute." She untangled herself from Ren, snatched her phone, and stood. Her footsteps padded across the living room and into the kitchen.

Ren sat back, a frown forming on his face. Martha still attempted to hide the fact that she enjoyed sex with Bruce. She didn't need to, Ren understood. It was just something they did to satisfy one another and nothing more. However, things had been getting rather one-sided of late. Neither she nor Bruce acknowledged much of Ren's presence anymore.

"Hello, Bruce?" A giggle escaped Martha, which she tried to stifle but failed. "Ah, yes. How are you?"

Pleasantries. Ren shook his head.

"I'm doing great, too. So, I think you know why I called." A long pause came, and Ren peeked back over his shoulder. He couldn't see Martha in the other room. "Of course, how could I not? Are you free sometime this weekend?"

Excitement and anticipation shot through Ren. The thought of seeing Martha and Bruce together again thrilled him even if something was a little…off. His manhood twitched to life at the prospect, and his first reaction was to cover it. He laughed at himself and relaxed. They both knew how turned on watching her with someone else made him.

"Oh, that sounds," Martha lowered her voice, "hot." Ren cocked his head and frowned. He never heard her say that before even in the midst of one of their sessions. "I am willing to try that. Same place as before? Okay, I will tell Ren. Do not say that. I will see you then. Goodbye."

The phone call ended, and Martha strode back into the room, a spring in her step. "So, we agreed to meet on Sunday. I hope that is okay."

"Works for me," Ren said, reaching out and hugging Martha's legs.

"I'm glad." Martha's eyes drifted down to Ren's crotch and the tiny tent he made. The corners of her mouth twitched up. "I was worried I might have made decisions too hastily."

Ren stood and looked up at Martha with a soft expression. "It's fine, Martha." He hugged her, trying to avoid poking her with his erection. "Now that that's off your mind, do you want to go shopping?"

Realization flashed over Martha's face. "Oh, yes." She shook her head. "I'm sorry. Let us go." Her hands met Ren's, and she guided him toward the door.

Joy and anticipation filled Ren as he strode down the sidewalk en route to the grocer. Martha gripped his hand tight, swinging her arm and her hips the slightest bit. She wore a pleasing smile that captivated him. Men stared at her as they passed, no doubt sneaking peeks at her beautiful face and the hint of cleavage that her loose button-up shirt exposed.

Whether Martha noticed their lingering gazes or not, she didn't show it. She continued, oblivious and happy, sparing loving glances at Ren. He gripped her hand tighter, and she giggled. The sense of being out and about with her took away all the troublesome thoughts that had been brewing. He sighed, content, and scooted closer to her.

The doors to the store slid open as they approached. An elderly lady stood behind the counter, sorting something. Her eyes flicked up from her work, and she smiled. "Good afternoon, you two. Having a pleasant day?"

"Greetings, Mrs. Aoki," Martha said, raising her free hand in greeting. "Today has been great. How about yours?"

The older woman made a show of straightening herself with great effort. "It would be good if not for this crick in my back."

A creak rose from behind Mrs. Aoki, and a younger woman appeared. She was around Martha's age and smiled when she met her. "Martha, it's good to see you again. I love your skirt."

Martha did a little twirl, slipping her hand out of Ren's. "Thank you. It is good to see you, too, Emi."

Emi's eyes widened as she spotted the ring on Martha's finger. "Oh. I didn't know you were engaged. When's the wedding?"

Martha's smile broadened into a full-blown grin. She snatched Ren's hand in hers and held them up, rings pointing toward Emi and her mother. "Ren proposed a few months ago. We're set to be married in three more, and I couldn't be happier."

Emi's gaze flicked over to Ren, and something flitted across her face. She forced a smile. "Congrats. I wish you the best."

"Thank you," Martha said, ignorant or uncaring to the front Emi put on. "We'll have to catch up sometime. Your mother said you've been busy with school."

"Sure thing." The genuine excitement that Emi showed when she first saw Martha returned. "I'll give you a call."

"Sounds wonderful. I'll leave you to your work before your mother gets annoyed." Martha cracked a playful smile.

Mrs. Aoki rolled her eyes. "She's already forgotten how to do basic things. I thought they were supposed to be teaching you in that class of yours."

"Mother," Emi said, crimson rising in her pale cheeks.

Ren pulled away before things became too heated between the mother-daughter duo, and Martha followed. They listed about the shop, grabbing the things they needed for the week. She held the basket while he picked out things and handed them to her. Some of the other customers shot them curious or disapproving glances. As always, Martha ignored them.

A sinking feeling settled in Ren's gut, and he slowed down. Martha frowned and raised an eyebrow. He waved her off—no use worrying her or ruining her mood over nothing. She continued to sway about the place, humming every once in a while. Everything appeared content to her, and he tried to embrace that feeling to middling results.

Once they gathered everything, they headed back up to the counter to pay. Mrs. Aoki and Emi argued with one another as they rang Martha and Ren out. Martha apologized, saying she didn't intend to start anything; she was just making a joke. Emi dismissed her, assuring Martha it wasn't her fault.

They left the store, purchases in hand. More people than usual appeared out on the street as the sun began to set. Couples passed them, clinging to one another, and whispering or laughing together. Ren drifted closer to Martha. She bumped his elbow with hers since they couldn't hold hands while carrying their bags.

Ren's mind went back to the look on Emi's face when Martha told her that he proposed no matter how hard he fought against it. He knew he shouldn't care what people thought, but he hoped someone would be happy for them, for him. Martha loved him, agreed to marry him—that should be more than enough. However, he couldn't shake the feeling. He never felt this way before….

With a sigh, Ren shook his head. It had been his idea for Martha to have sex with another man. He wanted it, got off on it, and yet he realized something: she was very happy without him. The expressions of sheer bliss she let slip through her façade. Maybe if she didn't try to hide how much she enjoyed it, he wouldn't feel this way. They wanted to be open with one another, but they still held back sometimes.

Someone pointed at Ren as they walked by with their group of friends. Heads turned and peeked back over their shoulders as they passed. Martha moved to block them, her gorgeous, adoring smile that she gave only him on her face. He returned the gesture and let everything else fade. She always made him feel better, loved, wanted, and he longed to give her the world.

"Oh, God," Martha cried as she bounced atop Bruce, his massive cock splitting her open. "I'm cumming."

Martha's legs had long given out on her, so Bruce thrust up into her, pounding away. His grunts grew louder, more frequent to match her increasing moans. She began trying to suppress them but, after climaxing so many times, she lost the strength of will and presence of mind. Her ass jiggled against his powerful, flexing thighs.

Ren breathed heavy, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow bursts. He jerked his modest length up and down as he attempted to keep pace with Bruce. Despite the pathetic puddle on the floor in front of him, his dick remained hard as anything. Pleasure coursed through him at the sight, but he couldn't help but feel that something was missing.

Even though something bothered him, Ren continued to stroke and watch with bated breath. Martha's ecstatic moans and jiggling flesh enticed him and spurred him on. Her delight and euphoria fed into his. If not for that, he would have stopped long ago, spent. However, he still longed for something more.

Several full, ballooning condoms hung from the belt around Martha's waist, the only stitch of clothing Bruce allowed her. Not that she, or Ren, wanted any to begin with. Anything she wore would block the view. This way, he still got to see yet another aspect of how inferior he was. He focused on how pitiful his loads were compared to Bruce's and jerked faster.

Martha began to tremble—the first signs of her oncoming orgasm. Ren tensed, gripping himself tighter. "Go on and cum on my cock, baby," Bruce said in a low, rumbling voice. He gripped her and pistoned in and out of her. "You look so good up there."

"Do not—" Martha gasped, trying to delay the inevitable. "Do not say that. You're going to make me…" A squeal ripped from her lungs, and she dropped into Bruce's lap.

The instant Martha fell, Ren fired off, not waiting for her orgasm to being in earnest. As she convulsed atop Bruce and clamped down on his driving, meaty cock, Ren spurted. His dribbling load failed to make it more than a couple inches. He humped his hand in twitching fits, and juices gushed from her happy pussy.

Bruce grunted and slammed into Martha one last time. She yelped at his suddenness, falling on his chest. Any sight of her, save her firm, round ass, disappeared. The bedsprings creaked and popped as Bruce bucked up into her. His thick shaft pulsed, power radiating. Each pulse would overtake anything Ren mustered in an entire, saved-up nut.

What would happen to Martha if not for the delicate condom between them flitted through Ren's mind. More of his inferior spunk leaked from his softening tip. There was no doubt that she would be impregnated if Bruce had the chance to explode into her unprotected womanhood. The thought terrified yet excited him.

Martha spasmed and slid to the side. Bruce's legs slipped down, and his feet hung off the edge of the bed. His dick flopped out of her used pussy, her stretched lower lips still clinging to him. Tremors wracked her, and soft noises escaped her. The condom, filled to the brim and bulging, popped out of her. She rolled on her back, arms and legs spread out.

Despite himself, Ren still gripped his now-limp member. Another full load that put him to shame and could have gone straight inside Martha. She breathed heavy, lying beside Bruce. He didn't make a move to embrace her or anything, but he shifted back up until his shoulders rested against the headboard. His manhood sagged, and he drew the rubber off.

Reaching over, Bruce tied the last one to Martha's belt, numbering four total. She titled her head toward him, and a giggle bubbled out of her. "You do not have to do that, you know."

Bruce eyed Martha, a smirk curling his lips. "I don't, but I think you like it, seeing the results of your efforts and how dirty you've been."

Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks. "It is not like that, but…I cannot deny that I often enjoy your ideas."

"I told you that you would like it on top," Bruce grinned and settled against his back, "even if you didn't last too long and forced me to do all the work."

"You're so good at it, what can I say?" No hesitation remained in Martha's voice, and she sounded almost giddy as she spoke to Bruce.

The past several sessions had drawn Martha out of her shell and made her more comfortable with Bruce. Both in their sexual activities and interactions in general. A twinge of pain lanced through Ren. He wanted her to enjoy herself, but neither she nor Bruce acted like he was even in the room anymore. They often finished without so much as a single remark at or about him.

Ren sighed as Bruce and Martha spoke more things from atop the bed. He drew himself back into his pants, wiping the messy tip off on the inside of his underwear. Part of him knew what he desired: he craved to be more involved, being mocked and belittled by them as they fucked, but embarrassment prevented him from expressing his desires. She didn't enjoy demeaning him in the ways that he longed for or at all.

Springs creaked and popped, and Ren's attention drew upward. Martha sat up beside Bruce and locked eyes with Ren. She smiled. "Did you enjoy yourself, dear?"

The immediate answer that sprang to Ren's mind was no, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Instead, he took a deep breath and returned Martha's smile. "Of course. You're amazing."

Hesitation flickered across Martha's face, but she banished it with a grin. "I'm glad that you are still enjoying this." The unsaid "because I love fucking him" rang in Ren's ears.

Ren shook his head, drew himself together, and stood. His legs rocked and wobbled from being down in such a submissive position for so long. Martha watched him, a pleasant smile on her face. He took in her gorgeous naked body—ample, soft breasts, toned belly, shapely thighs. However, the used condoms always broke his gaze.

"I'll have a surprise cooked up for you for next time," Bruce said as his hand drifted close to Martha's ass and gave her a little squeeze. His eyes flicked to Ren. "As long as that's okay with you, Mr. Fiancé."

Excitement and anticipation shone, but Martha shook it away, waiting. "Yeah. Just stick to our rules."

"Oh, don't worry. I won't break them. I know what you want." Bruce's hand remained behind Martha, and she flinched away from him, a soft gasp escaping her.

"We should go," Ren said, meeting Martha's gaze. "I have work tomorrow."

"Of course." Martha shimmied away from Bruce, and he let her go. Her feet hit the floor, but she hesitated. A bashful expression came over her. "Ren," she extended her hands to him, "can you help me up?"

Without hesitation, Ren closed the gap between them. He grabbed Martha's hands and lifted her off the bed. She rose before him, breasts in his face, and she smiled down at him. Her arms snaked around him as she drew him into an embrace. Softness and warmth seeped into him but sweat also marked his skin. She sighed and kissed the top of his head.

"I'll give you a call for next time," Martha said, turning around.

Bruce smirked. "All right. I'm sure Mr. Fiancé will need more relief soon." He winked at Martha and began to gather his clothes to leave.

Martha leaned down close to Ren's ear, her hot breath blowing over and invading him. He shivered. "Did you really enjoy it?"

Tension rushed through Ren, and his heart leapt up into his throat. He rested his head against Martha's. "Yes, I did."

"Okay." The door clicked closed, and Martha pulled back. Her eyes met Ren's. "I love you."

Ren's heartbeat slowed, and he smiled. "I love you, too." He leaned in and planted a tender kiss on Martha's lips, which she returned. "Let's go home."

The leather creaked as Ren settled back in on the couch. Another commercial. He moved to change the channel, but he stopped himself. There would likely be another on whatever one he picked. Instead, he resigned to tune it out while it played and wait. He turned to the empty spot beside him, wishing to lose himself in Martha's presence.

Martha had been gone quite a while; much longer than usual. He perked up and glanced around. She didn't appear anywhere, but he heard a muffled noise from their bedroom. Sighing, he slumped back down. Whatever she was up to, she would return once she was finished. No use worrying about it.

A moment later, Martha emerged. Ren couldn't help but glance her way, and his breath caught in his throat. She wore a white and red dress reminiscent of her battle outfit. The neckline plunged a little but nowhere near as deep, and the skirt flitted around her ankles. Confusion wrinkled his face, and panic set in.

"M-martha?" Ren asked, his voice strained and a little shrill.

Martha stopped in her tracks. Her eyes met Ren's, and she smiled. "What's up? Is something the matter?"

Ren blinked. He clambered up out of the couch and rushed to Martha's side. "Are you going out with your friends from the hospital or something? You should have told me."

"That is not what I'm doing." Crimson flushed Martha's chest, and she beamed down at Ren.

Fear lanced Ren, but he steeled himself and unclenched his jaw. "Then what?"

"I'm meeting Bruce for a little," Martha paused, staring Ren down, "date."

Ren's eyes shot wide, and he froze. Martha had to be joking. He waited for her to stick out her tongue and wink, but she never did. Silence hung thick in the air, and, the longer things went on, the less enthusiastic she appeared. If what she said was true, why didn't she tell him? And why did she do it in the first place?

"B-but I thought…" Ren trailed off, confused and heartbroken. Martha wouldn't betray him like this. She would never leave him…would she? The thought alone sent him through a spiral of conflicting emotions. She did seem to enjoy Bruce's company, and the sex was leagues above anything he could provide. But they loved each other. They were going to be married. Would he steal that all away?

Images of Martha in a wedding dress standing next to Bruce and not him popped into Ren's mind. A broad, bright smile spread across her face, and Bruce grabbed her ass. Ren knelt, submitting to them. He wanted to stand, to pull her away, but he couldn't. Excitement and desire ran through him. How could he deny her a better man?

Despite the pang of fear and terror the thoughts brought, Ren's manhood twitched. Blood rushed south, making him hard. Why did he become turned on by the thought of Martha being stolen away by his superior? He tried to turn away, to cross his legs, something, but he failed before she noticed. Excitement shone on her face and in her gorgeous eyes.

"What about our rules?" Ren managed to croak out. His shame was on full display.

Martha closed the gap between them, taking Ren's hands in hers. "I want you to come along and watch from a distance, but," she gave him a little squeeze, "promise me you won't interfere."

The thought of watching Martha do something else besides have sex with Bruce horrified Ren. They were supposed to just be satisfying his kink and her libido. "Martha, I—"

"Please, Ren," Martha stared down into his eyes, and he couldn't help but melt, "trust me."

Of course Ren trusted Martha. He always had and he imagined he always would. Nothing would change that. Even now, as she asked him to watch her go on a date with another man, he did. She wouldn't betray him or lie to him—this had to be some kind of play. Perhaps she realized that he wanted, needed more without him saying a word.

However, this still didn't sit right with Ren. Being mocked in the bedroom and compared to another, better man was one thing. Letting Martha go and share a romantic evening with said man was another. They had made things clear-cut and had rules to prevent such a thing from happening. It seemed, though, that she wished to break, or at least twist, them. Yet he couldn't deny her.

Ren nodded, his actions becoming clearer and more resolved. "Okay. I trust you, Martha."

Exhilaration brightened Martha's beautiful eyes, and a big grin spread across her face. "Good. I'm glad." She bit her lip and rubbed her thighs. "I'm going to go meet him. Follow me, okay?" Crimson flushed her cheeks and chest. "Oh. Kiss me first."

Nothing held Ren back. He obeyed Martha and rose on his tiptoes to reach her. Their lips pressed together in a gentle, passionate smooch. She gripped his hands tighter and drew him in. Stiffness stabbed at him, and he realized her nipples were stiff. Was she excited about her date or his compliance…or both? He couldn't blame her. Despite his reservations, his dick was rock hard.

Ren closed his eyes as they continued to smooch. However, try as he might, his mind replaced himself with Bruce. The thought of him kissing Martha devastated Ren, but the image remained no matter how much he attempted to banish it. A soft, little noise eked out of her, and his penis twitched against her. That was what she wanted, wasn't it?

Martha pulled back, breaking their kiss. She smiled, squeezed Ren's hands, and eased back from him. His instincts told him to grab her and never let her go, but he couldn't bring himself to go against his word. She turned from him, a grin on her face. He stumbled forward in a stiff, awkward attempt to obey her command. Her gorgeous eyes peeked back over her shoulder.

"Remember: no interfering. You trust me." Martha turned the doorknob and left their home.

Ren threw on his shoes in a panic, managing to tie them somehow, and followed Martha outside. She took off without waiting for him, expecting him to do as he said. The way she strode away from him with such purpose and enthusiasm caused a sinking feeling in his gut. He felt as though she was walking out of his life despite trusting her.

Different, opposite emotions warred within Ren. The fact that Martha would not only set up a date with Bruce but do so without telling him broke his heart. However, her reasons for doing so—or the ones he imagined—thrilled him. If she longed to be rid of him, she would have gone out with him being none the wiser. She wanted him to come and watch, the same as their play sessions.

Pain and elation surged. Something in the back of Ren's mind made him doubt and fear while anticipation rushed to the forefront. The end scenario of Martha's date would be them retiring to a room for another round of hot, satisfying sex. Maybe she would give him what he longed for. She knew him well by now; perhaps he didn't need to express his embarrassing desires.

Ren stopped short. His eyes traveled from Martha to the man she headed toward. Bruce stood in front of a local restaurant in sharp, dark dress pants and a tight-fitting white shirt. His muscles were defined against the stark top, and inadequacy flitted through Ren. Although, that wasn't the true reason for those feelings. Part of it, sure, but he had a close-up view of the real show-stopper a dozen times.

Martha picked up her pace, and a grin spread across Bruce's face. He didn't once take his eyes off her, and a shiver ran down Ren's spine. Bruce must have seen him, knew he was going to be here, but he ignored his presence however minor and distant it might be. The hopes of things being different this time wilted; he would be relegated to nothing more than a shunned spectator yet again.

The closer Martha came to Bruce, the quicker she moved until she threw her arms around the tall, built man. He embraced her back, although, not with as much passion. She barely came up to his chest as she hugged him tight, and Ren was smaller than that. Every time he saw them together, he realized how tiny he was…in more ways than one.

Blood surged south despite Ren's warranted sorrow and fears. If he were bigger, the tent he attempted to pitch might have shown. However, even at full mast, no one around him would be any wiser. Shame and frustration danced inside him, but that only fueled his impotent arousal. He didn't like how things were progressing, yet his dick sure did.

Martha pulled back from Bruce, and he reached into his left pocket. She tensed up and flinched backward as he produced a jewelry box. Her hands came up in front of her chest, clasped together in excited anticipation. He popped it open to reveal a gold-chain necklace with a huge, teardrop-shaped ruby clutched in the center. Even from where he stood, Ren heard her gasp.

Bruce gestured for Martha to turn around, and she spun without hesitation. Her long hair whipped while her skirt flared. Beautiful eyes passed over Ren, not lingering for a second. His breath caught in his throat as Bruce hooked back her straight locks and strung the jewelry around her neck. The oversized jewel sat nestled in her lovely cleavage.

Now adorned in a gift worth more than Ren could imagine, Martha pivoted to face Bruce. She found his muscular chest. Words tumbled from her mouth—"thank you's" and others gushing about the expensive piece, Ren figured, but he couldn't make them out. The ring he gave her, the proof of their love, by comparison, didn't come close to its brilliance, cost, or size.

Shame and inadequacy seared Ren to his core. He couldn't compare, compete, in more ways than one. Martha's reaction to the pricey gift didn't make him feel any better either. She fawned over it as she had when he proposed to her, maybe more. No. That had to be his imagination. She had never seemed happier than on that day…yet he couldn't shake the notion.

Ren grew hard. If he were any bigger, he would have to fear someone noticing. The version of Martha's happy, smiling face he remembered from when she said yes twisted and morphed. Disappointment shone in her gorgeous eyes. He wilted and retreated, and Bruce swept in to take his place.

Rather than give Martha another present, Bruce whipped his cock out. Surprise flashed on her face before hunger set in. She wrapped her hands around him without hesitation and began to stroke. Her fingers ran along his daunting length, unable to close, things she never had to worry about with Ren. Bruce's arms embraced her, pulled her in, and he….

Movement drew Ren out of his brooding. He crossed his legs and covered his crotch to try and hide his shame despite not needing to. They headed toward the restaurant, being greeted by one of the hostesses. She pointed to the necklace, and Martha gave an enthusiastic response. His heart hammered in his chest.

As the woman ushered them to one of the outdoor tables, Ren moved. If he stood in the middle of the sidewalk for much longer, people would become suspicious. Not that it mattered much. He didn't do anything wrong, but how could he explain himself? The thought of what he was doing, what he agreed to, was insane.

In spite of that, Ren only became more turned on. Bruce pulled the chair out for Martha, and, grinning, she sat. He squeezed her hand and plopped down across from her. Somehow, Ren had missed them getting so close. No. They were just friendly because they got each other off. Nothing more. Right?

Ren plopped down on a bench across the street and watched. Martha had set up this date with Bruce without telling him and then expected him to trust her. He did, of course, silly as that may be. She was still the love of his life, his everything. Seeing her with another man in bed thrilled him. Here…he didn't know what to think. That didn't stop him from getting harder than he had been in a while.

A simple date could turn into something so much more. One little spark to ignite their passions and draw them to one another, and they already knew their incredible sexual chemistry. There was nothing keeping them apart, save for Ren. However, Martha might fall for Bruce—how could she not—and Ren couldn't do anything about it.

Ren's lungs burned, his chest tightened, and his stomach churned. It would be so easy for Bruce to claim Martha and take her away from Ren. He had nothing worth her love and affection. Not compared to whatever anyone else could provide her. This might be the last night he ever saw her.

No. Ren mustn't think like that; Martha would never betray him. However, he found himself stroking his pitiful erection through his pants. How could he be so turned on at the thought of losing her? Yet it proved easy to imagine. Her falling into Bruce's strong, muscular arms, pledging her devotion to him as she had to Ren, and vanishing from his life forever.

They would leave Ren behind and go somewhere to celebrate. Bruce would have Martha bent over and begging for more as he ravaged her from behind. They wouldn't stop until morning, climaxing together over and over. She would be stuffed full of his seed, guaranteed to get pregnant. And when he asked if she regretted leaving Ren, she would ask, "who?"

A thrill of anguish shot through Ren. No matter what happened, Martha wouldn't forget him…right? She couldn't; not after everything they had been through. Even if Bruce proved to be a hundred times the man he was. Still, the thought, the fantasy, lingered. The pain was real, yet he couldn't deny the excitement that accompanied it.

Ren twitched in his trousers, and a damp spot rubbed against him. He bit his lip and suppressed the urge to buck. His terrible, perverse thoughts turned him on more than any of their play sessions in recent memory. Maybe that was why Martha wanted to do this—she knew he would enjoy being left out and shown someone else could take his place in more than just sex.

Uncertainty played in the back of Ren's mind. The joy Martha showed, the ease with which she enjoyed Bruce's company outside of the bedroom spoke opposite. Ren wouldn't blame her if she picked Bruce. In fact, he would get off to losing her for quite a while if his current state of heightened arousal persisted. It would break him, but it would be the ultimate in cuckoldry.

People passed by Ren, and he tried to relax. His hand slipped from his crotch to his thigh, leaving not a trace of what he was doing. Still, several people gave him odd looks. He was used to it. Almost every stranger always shot him weird expressions whenever he and Martha were out and about together. They must not have thought him worthy of such a gorgeous woman.

A pang of pained desperation surged through Ren. Of course, they were right to think that. He bucked, and his dick felt like it was about to explode. Could he climax thinking about how unworthy he was of Martha's affections while imagining her being stolen away by a far better man and with so little physical stimulation?

The question lingered in Ren's head, oppressive. No matter how he attempted to avoid confronting the answer, it chased him, and he couldn't resist. The fact that he breathed so heavy, his heart hammered so fast, and his penis twitched so much, rock hard, betrayed his true emotions. If push came to shove, he wouldn't fight back.

While Ren grappled with his new turn-on, Martha and Bruce finished up their meal. He had missed out on most of it, locked in his head, but he didn't miss the finer details. The way she smiled at him, laughed at things he said. He oozed confidence and appeal the entire time. His massive hand held both of hers as they waited for the bill.

Panic surged. If they got up to leave, Ren didn't know if he could follow. The slightest friction of his erection against his pants might make him burst after everything he fantasized about. That they kept drifting closer as the minutes went on didn't help, reigniting his perverse desires. What else could he do but tag along, hopeless, praying for but a glimpse of them together?

Bruce flashed some cash to pay for his and Martha's dinner. He didn't need to be so ostentatious, the necklace he gave her was enough to show his wealth. While they got by just fine with Ren being the only one working, he would never be able to afford such a gift. She never cared for those kinds of things either, but it appeared she changed her mind. Maybe because it was from a stronger man who dominated her.

They rose as the pit in Ren's stomach bloomed. He resisted the urge to play with himself, to fantasize about Bruce whisking Martha away before his very eyes. Instead, he, too, stood. However, he let them make the first move. He didn't know what their plans were for tonight…besides the result. It didn't matter; he would follow her anywhere.

Ren lurched into action as Martha and Bruce headed down the road. Not a single time since she kissed Ren did she so much as glance in his direction. Either he missed an errant gaze, or she didn't care. His heart leapt into his throat. No. She had been shy, nervous about her actions. They had never been quite so overt before. She always attempted to stifle her enjoyment.

This change suited Ren fine. He wanted to see Martha happy and free—that was part of the whole reason for getting another man to fuck her right. He hoped that despite his bashfulness and inability to tell her he desired more out of their sessions that she had picked up on it. She knew him far too well not to.

As they headed further into town, more people began to emerge and clog the streets. Vendors and even some small games filled what little room there was left. Ren stood on his tiptoes to make sure he followed Bruce and Martha. Lucky for him, the other man towered above most of the others around him. While it showed Ren he wasn't alone, it also made Bruce stand out all the more.

Martha pointed at a dress shop and tugged Bruce along with her. He lurched at her sudden change, betraying just how strong she was in truth. She had fought so many battles and outmatched many and more opponents, but he proved too much for her. In one regard, at least. However, knowing that, she would never be able to get out from under him.

Ren crept up closer. He intended to keep his word to Martha and not interfere, but he longed to see what she was looking at and maybe catch a fragment of what she, or Bruce, said to one another. A thrill ran down Ren's spine as he approached. Several people bumped into him as he focused on his single-minded pursuit.

"Hello," the woman behind the stall said. "May I say that you two are quite the striking couple. So cute yet refined."

Ren's breath caught in his throat. Shopkeeps often complimented him and Martha when they went out shopping, yet there was always something about them that made it seem fake, like they were only doing it for their job. However, this woman didn't appear to be faking her compliments or smile. He couldn't deny what she said; he thought it, and more, himself.

Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks, and she pulled herself closer to Bruce. His muscled arm wrapped around her waist. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The attendant beamed, glancing between the two. "What can I do for you? Something catch your eye?"

"This one," Martha said, pointing toward a red dress that stood out against her flowing, purple hair. A long slit ran down the left side, and a plunging neckline adorned the top. She only teased Ren with the idea of wearing something so risqué since she settled down with him and stopped dressing in her revealing outfit. "How much is it and does it come in a 7?"

"I believe we do." The woman turned and rummaged around for a moment. "Yes. And it's—"

"Don't worry about the price," Bruce said, giving Martha a squeeze. "We'll take it."

"Very well. I'll wrap it up for you."

While Ren could have offered dinner and a dress, the ease with which Bruce disregarded spending any kind of money took things to a whole other level. He was able to do so much without considering it. Like the necklace that hung around Martha's neck. No matter how Ren looked at it, Bruce provided more and far better than he did.

Bruce's hand slid down from Martha's waist. He squeezed her ass on the way to his wallet, and she rose on her tiptoes. Seeing him perform little flirting acts in public to her caused Ren to harden. Bruce had complete control over her even if it was just a play. She didn't fight him off or brush him away; she wanted this. Ren's heart hammered in his chest.

As Bruce and Martha left the stall, Ren stumbled after them. He focused on the way they walked together, hand in hand, and the glances they received from many people they passed. None appeared to be judgmental, unlike the ones he got. The fact that strangers knew who was better for Martha lanced him to his core, yet he couldn't deny it or how turned on the off-hand humiliation made him.

The date went on. They perused all the shops, stopping to check things out here and there. No one acted like they shouldn't be together or as if Bruce somehow didn't deserve Martha. Everyone seemed to agree that they suited each other well. Their interactions became more intimate as the night went on. She clung to him, and he couldn't keep his big, strong hands off her.

Ren wallowed in self-pity. Watching Martha get fucked by another man was one thing. Seeing her giving herself over to him like this in a normal, everyday scenario wreaked him. However, that didn't make him try to stop her. She seemed so happy, and he couldn't ignore how worked up and excited he became.

They stopped and Bruce dismissed himself to go use the bathroom. Martha stood there, alone, twirling the bag containing her new dress. Ren lurched forward but hesitated. He wanted to go to her, to say something, anything, to express himself, however, he remained put. He promised her he wouldn't interfere. Would it be interfering, though, without Bruce around?

A group of several men approached Martha. They leered at her as they did so, and she glanced in their direction. "Hey, what's a pretty, young thing like yourself doing out here alone?"

Martha frowned. She could handle these men without issue if she desired, but she remained calm. "I'm not. I'm just waiting for my boyfriend."

Ren's heart leapt up into his throat. Boyfriend? Did she think of him or Bruce? She would have said fiancé if she was talking about Ren, right? But that meant…A groan of a whimper eked out of him, and he bucked. She didn't mean it; she only wanted some way to make these guys leave her alone. That was all. The date, the necklace, the dress….

"Some boyfriend," another of the men said, eying Martha up and down. "If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn't abandon you like this."

"Pretty thing deserves better." One of them reached for Martha's backside. "You got quite the ass on you, girl."

Ren lurched forward. Letting Bruce touch Martha didn't bother him—she wanted that. These random guys, however, were noting but trouble. Ren took another step toward her but stopped. She made him promise not to get involved, but she couldn't have meant this. No. He had to protect her. Even if he didn't stand a chance of doing more than humiliating himself.

Hesitation gripped Ren. They would laugh at him and tell him to get lost. He wouldn't be able to stop them, and they would claim Martha. No matter who it was, they deserved her far more than he did. They were better than him. Odds were they outclassed him in the bedroom, and they could shove him aside with ease. He would lose Martha to them, too.

"You'd best back off," Bruce said, returning before any of the harassers placed a hand on Martha. He towered over them and cracked his knuckles.

Dubious gazes cast about, but the dudes took Bruce's warning to heart and backed off, disappearing into the crowd. Relief washed over Ren, and he breathed. Martha was safe. He bit his lip and suppressed a whimper. Not because of him. The admittance turned his stomach. Once again, Bruce swept in to show he was the better man.

Ren sighed, and his shoulders slumped. His dick stood erect despite the inner turmoil coursing through him. He imagined Bruce sweeping Martha off her feet and carrying her off away from him, never to be seen again. She would wrap her arms around his neck and pull herself close to kiss him, breaking their rules. He had no say in the matter.

After they were done fucking, they would continue their lives like this night, going out and acting like a couple. That's what they would be. Martha would have no more use for Ren if she even remembered him at all. Bruce would be the center of her world, and he would make her happy. He would give her everything she ever wanted and so much more.

The wedding would be plastered all over the news and congratulate the new, beautiful, joyous couple. Ren would be forgotten, or, at best, an obstacle between them and their happiness. He fantasized about how they would go on their honeymoon and fuck like rabbits until Martha had Bruce's child. None of the names she and Ren discussed for the future would be used.

A whimpering groan escaped Ren, and he resisted the urge to jerk off in the street. His heart pounded away as his chest rose and fell in quick, shallow bursts. The thoughts, his fantasies, were almost too much to bear. He excited and pained himself to no end. Martha wouldn't let another man, even Bruce, steal her away from Ren, yet he couldn't think of a reason for it not to happen.

Bruce and Martha began to pull away. Ren followed after them, hiding his pathetic erection. He tracked them through the streets as they laughed and stole frisky gropes. She acted as she did with Ren but with another man. He thought he was safe; that things were only a play to satisfy each other's sexual needs. However, it appeared, that she wanted more than that.

Something pulled at the back of Ren's mind. He tried to push it away, to banish the nagging feeling, but he failed. Instead, he attempted to focus on something else. The date had to be coming to an end. Well, an end for the public-facing side. He longed for release, watching Martha take Bruce inside her. Dampness stained the crotch of his pants.

Would Martha allow Ren to watch this time? The question sent a jolt of panic through him. She always had before, but this was different. Bruce could ferry her to some hotel room, or his place, and take her without Ren being present. He remembered her words: trust me. His ragged breathing calmed, and he nodded to himself.

Ren came to a stop. Martha and Bruce entered the hotel, and he didn't know if he should, could follow. She told him not to get involved, yet he always was there for any of their sex. Unless she met up with him behind Ren's back. No. If she did, she wouldn't have arranged for him to tag along on their date.

Of course, Martha might be toying with Ren, seeing how much he would put up with if he would be subservient to her wishes. She had to know that he would do anything for her. Maybe, sometime while getting fucked in front of him, she realized she liked torturing or even humiliating him. Perhaps making him follow them around, only to deny him once they retired for the night, turned her on.

Excitement and heartache ran rampant through Ren. Martha wouldn't string him along like this. Not unless it was for both of their satisfactions. He couldn't refute his arousal, and he suspected she knew that and felt that way herself. While he enjoyed being withheld sex—he couldn't satisfy her anyway—he always desired to be present. That was part of the fun.

A chime went off, and Ren jumped. He sucked in a sharp breath and fumbled around in his pocket for his phone. Anticipation swelled, yet anxiety lingered. With a swipe, he turned on the screen and peeked at the message he received.

We are in room 24. Wait 20 minutes and then come up. I love you.

Hope bloomed; Ren grew harder. Martha didn't forget about him. He smiled and slipped his cell back into its proper place. The wait would be excruciating, Bruce and Martha could get up to all sorts of things before he was allowed in, but it would be worth it. The urge to rub himself rose with the thoughts of what would happen in little time.

Ren strode over toward the hotel with slow yet impatient steps. He longed to rush in on Martha together with Bruce, but he refrained. It would do no good to go back on his word now and disobey her. She trusted him as he did her. No matter what happened, he couldn't breach that trust. The very idea disgusted him.

Images of what awaited Ren flitted through his mind to distract him from his more dour thoughts. Martha down on her knees before Bruce, worshiping his cock with her mouth. Her bent over and staring at the door as she waited for Ren while getting ploughed from behind. Maybe nothing. Perhaps they ditched him and when he reached the room, he would find it empty—her stolen away.

That last idea thrilled Ren more than it should have and far more than the other two fantasies. Shame lanced him. Why did he love the thought of Martha being taken from him by a superior man? He wanted her happy, sure, but he didn't want to lose her. However, being powerless and knowing it would be for the better, he couldn't help but be aroused beyond measure.

Twenty minutes passed, and Ren rushed inside. The attendant at the counter frowned as he entered and asked where room 24 was. He pointed Ren in the right direction with visible uncertainty. Ren didn't care. He ran up the stairs. All that mattered to him was getting close to the woman he loved after being ignored all night. His manhood poked against his trousers.

Ren arrived at the room, grabbing the knob. He sucked in a deep breath and twisted. The door creaked open, and he pushed inside without hesitation. Martha and Bruce stood at the foot of the bed, close and fondling one another. Their heads snapped toward Ren as he appeared, and a joyous, mischievous grin spread across her face. She didn't move from Bruce's embrace.

"Welcome, honey," Martha said in a sweet, wonderful voice. Ren twitched. She had never called him that before, but he had heard it plenty of times from women to their significant other in the cuckold porn he watched. "You're just in time."

Ren's heart leapt into his throat, and he bucked. He had seen Bruce fuck Martha before on more than several occasions now, but the date, the gift, his doubts had worked him up, strung him so high. If he touched himself right now, he would burst. The slightest chafe of his clothing on his sensitive members almost triggered him.

"Martha," Ren breathed as she lurched forward. He wanted to be closer to her.

Martha shook her head and pointed down at the floor in front of Ren. A line of duck tape had been applied to the carpet by his toes. It was a far distance away from her, too far. "You may do whatever you like while watching, but you are not allowed to cross that line. Got it, cuckold-lover?"

Ren froze. Even such a minor insult coming from Martha set his world on fire. His breath caught in his chest, and his heart hammered. Still, blood rushed south. His penis grew harder, if that was possible, and he groaned in blissful agony. She had tried to ignore him and his proclivities so much in previous plays, but she appeared to want to change that now. Much to his delight.

The only thing Ren could do was nod. Martha's smile broadened, and excitement lit up her gorgeous face. "Good. I hope you have enjoyed yourself so far tonight. I have."

Hesitation struck Ren. Of course he wanted to tell Martha that he enjoyed anything she did, but how could he tell her why? She might have intended to make him fantasize about Bruce stealing her away from him, yet he couldn't bring himself to speak those words. They still loved each other and were meant to be married. How could he say he almost got off on the idea of losing her?

"That's all right. You do not have to say a word. I can see how much you liked it." Martha's eyes flicked down to Ren's crotch as she stroked the bulge in Bruce's pants.

Bruce groaned and grabbed a handful of Martha's ass. "We should get going. It's getting late."

"Ah, right." Martha bit her lip, and hunger washed over her face as she glanced up and down Bruce.

Without hesitation, Martha hooked her fingers into Bruce's waistline and fished the hem of his tight shirt out. Ren bucked at her eagerness and lurched forward. His foot touched the line, and he flinched backward. As much as he desired to slink closer, to watch from a proper submissive position, he didn't dare disobey her. He couldn't.

The article rose along Bruce's sculpted torso, revealing muscle after muscle. Martha humped at him as she worked, and a soft gasp escaped her as his bulge pressed to her belly. Ren rubbed himself through his clothing. He matched her noise with his own and longed for more. She obliged him and stripped Bruce's upper half.

The instant Bruce's attire hit the floor, his big, meaty hands slid to Martha's slender shoulders. His thumbs snagged the straps holding her dress up, appearing as though they would tear right through. She inhaled a sharp breath in anticipation and stared up into his eyes. He smirked and slipped the thin bands down her arms. More of her silky, smooth flesh appeared the lower they sank.

Martha's cleavage came into view, contained by a black bra a size or two too small. Her breasts almost fell out the moment Bruce drew near yet remained. The contrast of his dark skin against her pale caused Ren to buck. Bruce was so much more pleasing in every way to him, and he loved it. The tightness in his chest only made his excitement swell.

A huff of a breath escaped Martha as she wiggled out of her attire. The silky material pooled around her feet, and she drew herself back to Bruce. Her tits squished against his abdomen, squeezing up out of her bra. He smiled down at her, knowing, and hauled her to him. She gasped as his clothed cock sandwiched between them. Even contained, he caused her immense joy. Ren wished he could do the same but knew he couldn't.

"I see your big guy is excited to see me," Martha said, rubbing herself against Bruce. He groped her backside, thick fingers dimpling her supple asscheeks.

Bruce chuckled. "Look at you; your panties are soaked already."

"I cannot help it. Tonight has been wonderful so far. Especially our audience." Martha cast a glance at Ren, and he grabbed himself. "Let's get these pants off you."

Delight ran through Ren as Martha slipped her slender digits beneath Bruce's waistband. He groaned at her touch and brought his hands up to fiddle with her underwear. The clasp didn't stand a chance, snapping free. She giggled and pressed herself to him harder. Her fingers toyed under the surface but circled back toward the button and zipper containing her prize.

Martha undid Bruce's trousers with ease. They slumped on his hips, and she guided the tight material down. His boxers came with, inseparable from the other. She wanted him naked as fast as possible, and Ren couldn't blame her. He, too, began to strip himself. It wouldn't do him any good to blow in his pants, and he felt so very close.

As soon as the strained fabric left Bruce's crotch, his manhood sprang out. Because of Martha's closeness, only a dull slap sounded as they joined. She let out a giddy moan and grinded against him. Pre-cum smeared along her belly, reaching higher and higher. Ren still didn't know how she took such a monster with so much ease, but she was an incredible woman.

With a shimmy, Martha's underwear slipped from her body. Bruce glided around to the front of her and forced her away from him. He cupped her ample breasts and squeezed them. A throaty moan rumbled out of her, and her hands met his mighty cock. She stroked up and down his daunting length as he bucked into her.

Ren tossed his shirt aside and slipped his trousers off. His unimpressive, downright disappointing, member popped out, pointing straight ahead. The tip glistened with pre-cum, stained from his near-constant state of uncompromised arousal during the entirety of the date. Compared to Bruce, he was nothing. He couldn't compete with a single part of him.

"It's so long, and hard, and warm," Martha mused as she jerked Bruce off at a slow, ponderous pace. "I still cannot get over it after…" She didn't have to continue for Ren to know what she wanted to say.

Blood rushed south, and Ren throbbed. A smirk quirked the corners of Martha's mouth as she peeked over at him. He met her gaze, however brief, and nodded. Mischievousness spread across her face, and she took Bruce in both hands, weighing him up. Ren grabbed himself and did the same, only with two fingers.

"Honey," Martha said as she continued to toy with Bruce. "He's so big. How," she moaned while Bruce tugged at her drenched panties, "how does it make you feel?"

Ren swallowed. He grasped his little excuse for a cock and stroked. All the while, his gaze never left where Martha caressed Bruce. "Tiny." He thrust into his tight grip. "Pathetic." A whimper escaped him, on the verge. "Like I'm not a real man."

"Oh, honey. Of course you're a man." An impish grin split Martha's face as her underwear dropped. "He's just so much better."

A pitiful whine seeped out of Ren, and he squeezed the head of his penis between his thumb and index finger to prevent him from cumming. It deflated under the pressure, only to swell back to life from the constant flow of blood. It was plain to see that Bruce outclassed Ren in every manner, but hearing Martha say it, admit it aloud without being forced, stabbed at Ren's heart.

"Martha," Ren managed between sharp breaths and moans. He didn't stop jerking himself off.

"I know. You want to see." Martha winked and stuck her tongue out. Ren mewled and lurched forward without crossing the line. "Hold on."

Somehow, Martha pried herself away from Bruce and spun to face Ren. His eyes snapped from hers to her chest—large, glinting necklace resting in the crook of her cleavage—to the arousal leaking down her legs. He licked his lips and longed to taste her, do anything to her. However, he couldn't move—frozen in unbridled lust and by her order. Instead, he stood there, masturbating, as Bruce swept up behind her to claim her.

One giant hand snaked around Martha and eclipsed her right breast while the other sought her leaking womanhood. Ren stared, captivated, and she rose on her tiptoes, and Bruce's massive cock slipped between her thighs. His bulbous cockhead poked out of her soft, supple flesh and pointed right at Ren. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, coaxed out by Martha's sensual body.

Bruce groped Martha, his fingertips sinking into her softness. He wedged more of his man-mean through her, and she raised higher, almost off her feet. Her lower lips wrapped around his ample girth, and she moaned as he rocked back and forth. While he fondled and toyed with her, he thumbed her swollen little button. Her entire body trembled as she mewled in delight.

Excitement ran rampant through Ren. He thrust into his grasp, trying to imitate what Bruce did with Martha. Ren's imitation, however, fell way short of the mark, yet it still brought him pleasure. Morse so out of being unable to compete as he watched her writhe under another man's ministrations than his own stimulation. That didn't stop him from attempting, though.

Ren gawked up at the mountain of a man eclipsing his soon-to-be wife. He might manage to feel her up and tease her pussy from behind, but he would be lost in her gorgeous silhouette. No matter how hard he may try or wish for it, his little dick would never so much as peek out from her thick thighs. He would be buried in her amazing smooth warmth and spurt, hidden.

Even if Ren managed to fit between Martha's legs, he would never lift her like Bruce was doing now. She struggled to remain on the ground, groping at his muscular arms to find some sort of purchase. She may be unrivaled on the battlefield, but she was mere putty in Bruce's hands. He made her do and let out all sorts of things Ren had never been able to.

Excited noises eked out of Martha and Ren, and he slowed his stroking. If he didn't watch out, he would cum at any moment. The fact that he managed to hang on this long surprised him. However, he didn't have a reason for holding off. No one else's pleasure was on the line, and he knew from previous experience that he could pop off multiple times with no problem.

With a grin, Martha slid her left hand up Bruce's arm. Her fingers trailed over the bulge of his bicep and then the broad definition of his shoulder, leading to the back of his bald head. She pulled him in closer and tilted her head away from Ren. His heart leapt into his throat. She wouldn't…right?

Martha pressed her lips to Bruce's. He grumbled in approval and leaned further in, pushing her down. A muffled sound of surprise and excitement seeped out of her, and she craned her neck to meet him. Passion, lust, and betrayal poured into their kiss. Ren stared, wide-eyed, in shock, confusion, and agony.

Ren's hips bucked, and he blew. A small streak of impotent semen squirted from his member and struck the floor. He moaned and pulsed as more and more dribbled out of him. Martha had just broken one of their two rules, and he came. Disgust swelled within him, but he continued spurting all the same. Maybe Bruce would steal her away from him after all.

Heavy breaths escaped Ren as the last bits of his pathetic load leaked from his dick. Despite cumming but a moment ago, he remained hard as a rock. Martha's betrayal only excited him further. No matter how much he tried to question her, demand why she would do something like this, words wouldn't come. Could he be upset with her when he ejaculated at the sight?

Martha pulled back from Bruce and their deep, passionate kiss. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, and she leaked more and more fluids around his man-meat. He groped her, tweaking her nipple. She let out a soft little moan and turned her attention back to Ren. A mischievous smile spread across her face.

"Did you cum, honey?" Martha asked, glancing down at the moderate stain on the carpet and the bit trickling off Ren's fingers. "We did not even start yet, and you already came. Are you that much of a poor premature ejaculator, or did you really like the surprise?"

"I…" Ren couldn't come up with any answer that wouldn't make him sound pitiful. All three of them knew he was a quick-shot and that he longed to be mocked and belittled. He grew harder as they stared at him.

Bruce drew himself back and worked between Martha's thighs. She mewled at his sudden movement. "I thought you didn't want her to kiss me."

"That was…one of her rules." Pain still ached in Ren's chest, but he loved being blindsided.

"It looks like you're happy I broke it," Martha said as she squeezed around Bruce's cock and stroked him. Ren met her gaze, and she winked, sticking her tongue out. "I wonder what else you would like."

Ren knew what he desired. He wanted to watch Bruce fuck Martha with his incredible dick and make her scream and moan and mock him while doing so. Twitching ran through his manhood, and he almost shuffled forward. He stopped, minding the line. While she now seemed to enjoy crossing lines they established, he reveled in obeying them.

"Martha, I want—"

"Shhh, shhh, shhh. You get to watch, but you do not get a say." Martha reached down and wrapped her hands around the section of thick manhood that protruded from between her thighs. She stroked and squeezed. "Be a good little boy and stay over there while I handle this big, fat thing here."

Panic coursed through Ren, but he started jerking himself off again. The whole reason he had been feeling unfulfilled with their play sessions was that he felt left out, and it seemed Martha intended to keep that up. However, with a twist. She appeared far less reserved about her enjoyment of Bruce, and his monster, and didn't shy away from teasing Ren.

To Ren's surprise, Martha lifted herself up and away from Bruce's manhood. He let her go, groping her tit and ass as she did so. The piece of jewelry around her neck swayed with the motion—a reminder of who she belonged to in this moment. Not that Ren needed any more of one. Bruce's massive stature and ability to please her proved that enough.

Martha padded across the room toward her purse. She unzipped it, fished around inside, and produced two condoms. Ren frowned and squinted. The grin on her face broadened as she skipped back over toward Bruce. Packaging tore, and she popped one out. Bruce grabbed at her breasts while she placed the small rubber over the tip of his cock.

The condom stretched and strained, failing to stretch enough to encompass Bruce's cockhead before it ripped. Martha cocked her head and then giggled. "Oops, that was one of his." She glanced at Ren and tossed the broken thing to the ground between them. "This one should fit you."

As expected, the second, proper one slipped around Bruce's dick with far more ease. Still, it strained a bit to sheathe his daunting girth and length. Martha smiled as she rolled it to the base. She leaned in and planted a tender kiss on his now-wrapped tip. He throbbed, wobbling as if the coax her on. Not that she required any further encouragement.

"Much better. Such a tiny condom wouldn't work for your massive thing here." Martha bounced Bruce's man-meat in her hand before stroking, loving yet needy. "Kneel on the bed facing him. I want it from behind."

Without hesitation, Bruce followed Martha's command. He slapped her ass on the way, the clap ringing out in the small room. Ren groaned and bucked. They were going to fuck after playing around for all this time. He twitched in his grasp, but that didn't stop him from jerking himself off. While he liked to time his ejaculations with either her or Bruce's climaxes, he didn't ever last that long.

Bedsprings creaked and popped as Bruce moved into position and knelt. He stared at Ren, a smirk curling his lips. Martha followed suit a moment later, taking Ren's eyes off his competition. Her muscles flexed under her gorgeous skin, and her ample breasts swung. He wished he had a closer look, could play with her tits, something, but he remained put.

Martha crawled in front of Bruce and eased herself toward him. Ren's breath caught in his throat, and her gaze found his. She smiled at him, hunger, amusement, and lust all burning in her beautiful eyes. Her backside wiggled at Bruce until he grabbed her waist. He hauled her back, and his cock slipped up between her asscheeks.

A delighted little squeal escaped Martha, and she angled her hips to rub against Bruce. He grunted and humped her bottom. Ren gripped himself hard and stroked faster. Her eyes drifted lower, but she cocked her head to the side and frowned. Seeing the disappointment in her expression as he tugged at his worthless penis spiked his arousal.

"Honey, are you even masturbating over there?" Martha asked with an impish grin. "I cannot see your little guy; you're so far away."

Ren whined and lurched forward. Martha shot him a stern stare and shook her head. Whether she could see him from the bed or not, he longed to show her how much he jerked off for her. Not to mention that he wanted to witness each and every reaction she had to Bruce ploughing her with his superior cock.

"Do a good job and cum lots for me, okay? Then we can see whose loads are bigger." Martha couldn't suppress a giggle, and Bruce's dick disappeared behind her.

Martha's eyes shot wide, and she yelped in surprise. Her yelp soon turned into a shuddering moan as her body trembled in glee. Ren didn't need to see Bruce penetrate her to know he did. Every inch that sank into her naughty pussy caused her to squeal and quaver in delight. Before, Ren was lucky if she so much as moaned in enjoyment. Now, she bared all for him.

"Oh, my God," Martha stammered as her fingers curled into the bedsheets. "It feels so big, honey." She locked eyes with Ren. "Nothing like when you're in me."

Desire surged through Ren, and he almost burst. Hearing his beloved Martha express how Bruce made her feel and comparing it to his less-than-satisfactory performance thrilled him. He wanted to hear more, what she truly thought of him and Bruce and the differences between them. It made him so happy that she was getting into it.

Flesh clapped as Bruce drove himself into Martha, and she swayed forward. Her breasts hung and jiggled with the motion, sending her necklace swinging. The metal slapped against her softness as it completed every arc. Seeing the lavish piece of jewelry that another man gave her be the only thing she wore while being fucked excited Ren, driving his fantasies.

Each moan that tumbled out of Martha ratcheted Ren's pleasure higher and higher. He stared at her as he played with himself, imagining what must be going through her head. She couldn't be thinking of anything else but Bruce's dick ramming into her over and over again and the ecstasy that brought her. If she considered Ren at all, it would be with scorn and disdain.

Ren moaned and teetered on the verge of another climax. He couldn't hold back, yet he tried to push it back as long as possible. Denying himself only caused him to orgasm all the harder, and he loved every moment of stimulation from Martha getting ravaged. The bliss on her face, the jiggle of her flesh, and the squelch from Bruce impaling her sent him over the edge.

Balls contracted, and Ren fired his second shot in such a short time. A giddy noise escaped Martha, but he couldn't meet her gaze. His eyes shut tight in blissful shame as he squirted another lacking load. He knew it wouldn't amount to much, yet that only made it more pleasurable. Mewling seeped from him with each of his shameful pulses.

"You," Martha gasped as no doubt Bruce struck her deep, "you came again. And so," she smiled as her body shuddered, "soon. You did not wait for me. I'm so close, and I wanted to cum with you."

Embarrassment and guilt lanced Ren. If Martha had only told him she was close, he would have endured. For her. Now, Bruce would make her climax without him. The thought pained him, yet it also excited him. Of course Bruce should be the one to bring her to orgasm; he was so much better than Ren in every way and deserved to enjoy that fact.

"M-martha, I'm sorry," Ren managed as he bucked into his grasp. Despite cumming twice, his penis remained hard as anything. His worthless jizz stained the carpet in front of him, ropes splattered across the broken condom.

"It's all right." Martha tensed up and threw herself back into Bruce's overpowering thrusts. Her ass clapped against his crotch, and she squealed with glee. "I'm being taken care of by someone who can last long enough to pleasure me."

Bruce grinned but didn't say a word. Ren wished he did—his better had every right to mock him and put him in his place. However, it appeared, that he wanted Martha to take the lead. Whether it had been his idea or hers, Ren didn't know. Either way, it thrilled him that she would give him what he desired. He loved her more than anything.

"Oh, yes," Martha cried out as her head slumped forward, but her backside arched higher. "Give me that big, fat dick. I'm going to cum."

A clap rang out. This time, not from them joining. Bruce slapped Martha's ass with one of his giant hands, and she shrieked. Convulsions overtook her. All motion stopped, save for his unrelenting thrusts. Love juices squirted from her happy pussy, showering the bed. Ren heard her release more than saw, and he despaired about being so far away.

Grunts escaped Bruce, but he continued pounding away. Martha, unable to relax and ride out her orgasm, threw herself back into him. Her head remained down, hair cascading out in a curtain of purple. The one object that peeked through was the glint off her slapping necklace. Ren's inadequacies soared, yet he stroked faster and faster.

Martha's blissful, beautiful voice spilled out of her. She worked herself hard, her raised ass jiggling and squishing under Bruce's relentless assault. Ren would have come well before she even climaxed, and he wouldn't have remained as erect as he was now. The only thing that kept him going was the humiliation, the desire to see her in mindless ecstasy.

The mattress creaked and the bedspreads popped with their frantic motions. Ren wished to meet Martha's eyes, to have her belittle him as he masturbated to her being taken by a better man. However, she remained lost in the pleasures Bruce inflicted upon her. At this rate, she might climax again before he did.

"You feel so good," Martha managed between moans and the clapping of their joining flesh. "Do not stop. I need to cum again. It has been too long."

Fingers dug into Martha, and Bruce hauled her back into him harder. She gasped, and her head snapped up and back. Her hair flared out in a sudden arc before resting down her back and shoulders. Several stray strands blocked parts of her face, but Ren met her half-lidded gaze. She smiled at him as she whimpered and mewled at Bruce's mercy.

"Grab my hair," Martha demanded.

Ren swayed forward, imagining, or wishing, that the command was for him. He would hold her locks out of the way while another man took her if she asked him to without question. However, Bruce wrapped long strands around his wrist and yanked. She arched her back more and rose until only the tips of her fingers reached the bed.

"So," Martha huffed, "deep. He never reached so far before. Not even close." Her tits jiggled and bounced as Bruce rammed her from behind.

Ren grabbed himself, trying not to burst, while staring at the necklace. "Martha."

To Ren's joy, Martha locked eyes with him. "I know. You always finish so quickly, you cuckold-lover."

"Please. Are you close?" Ren's heart hammered in his chest, and his lungs burned. He craved release.

A giggle escaped Martha, only to be cut off by a throaty moan. She slammed into Bruce and spasmed. "You're in luck, my love. He has me so close again, and he's throbbing so much deep inside me. Just a little longer. You can do that, right?"

Ren nodded without hesitation. He didn't know if he could, or if Martha lied to him, yet his arousal didn't care. Her smile broadened, and she leaned back further into Bruce's embrace. He tugged on her hair more as his other arm wrapped around her waist. Secured, he drove into her faster. A slight bulge formed in her toned belly each time he stuck home.

Martha yelped, and her head snapped toward Bruce. He greeted her halfway, pressing his lips to hers. The sight stole Ren's breath away, and he crashed into his hand. At the same time, she shrieked against Bruce's mouth, and he hilted inside her. Relief washed over Ren, and his thinning semen sputtered out of his sorry excuse for a dick.

Bruce humped Martha's backside as he burst, and she convulsed around him. Fluids gushed from her womanhood, which Ren had a much better view of this time. However, he still didn't feel close enough. So many feet separated them, and he hated it. What was he to do, though? He couldn't go back on his word. No. He would endure.

Their kiss continued long after their frantic motions and noises subsided. Ren stood there, semi-erect dick in hand, staring. Of course Martha wanted to make out with her lover as they finished together—it made sense. He deserved it, too, after giving her countless orgasms. And yet the act, the implications terrified and excited Ren.

Bruce pulled away with a wet smack, and Martha craned her neck to try and stay together with him longer. She relented, and he lowered her down. Her limbs shook as her weight rested upon them, yet she remained upright. Euphoria danced on her face. She cast her gaze over and grinned at Ren.

"We came together," Martha said as Bruce slid his still-hard cock out of her battered pussy. "You're making quite a mess. Do you like watching me kiss another man that much?"

How could Ren answer that? The fact that he came each time she did so betrayed his true desires, yet he couldn't form them into words and tell Martha. She stared at him, expectant, but he remained silent. His mouth moved—nothing came out. She opened to say something, only for a whimper to escape her.

Bruce dragged out of Martha, and she shuddered. The tip of his condom ballooned with his massive load. If it broke inside her, she would have become pregnant without a doubt. The thickness, the amount, it was too much. No matter how many times Ren managed to cum, he could never match even a single rope.

"Here," Bruce said, trying off the end of the rubber and handing it to Martha. It weighed heavy in her hand, mirroring a filled water balloon.

"Honey, look." Martha crawled toward Ren while Bruce followed her. "Look at how much he let out inside me." She glanced down at the clear streaks Ren left in the carpet. "I cannot believe how different it is from yours. It's so much thicker, and I can smell its musky scent through the condom. My head is spinning."

Ren grew harder. His member strained, wishing to compete. However, they all knew he couldn't. Not by a long shot. He could save up for an entire year and not match a fraction of Bruce's nut. His posture slumped, but he stroked himself, slow and pathetic. Martha placed the used condom on the floor with reverence and rolled it toward him.

A whine escaped Ren. One single load almost dwarfed his tentacles in size. He despaired at the realization, yet it turned him on. Martha stepped down, and his gaze snapped up. She smirked at him but didn't come any closer. Bruce shimmied to the edge of the mattress and fitted another condom. Neither of them was satisfied, nor was Ren.

Martha kept her eyes on Ren and shifted back into Bruce's crotch. She reached between her legs and grabbed at his impressive cock, wrangling him and lining him up with her leaking entrance. Ren increased the pace of his masturbation as she drew closer to impaling herself. She grinned and sank on Bruce's thickness.

A moaning gasp seeped out of Martha as she took more and more of Bruce inside. He grabbed her by the hips and guided her further down. The rest of his manhood vanished into her in an instant, and she wiggled her backside against his crotch. He grunted at her eagerness. Her face lit up. They sprang into action and picked up where they left off.

Bruce hoisted Martha up, and her thighs flexed. Inch after inch of his dick slipped out of her, her lower lips clinging to his girth as he went. She rose until she stood on her tiptoes. He aided her up further, only the tip of his man-meat remaining in her ravaged hole. She smiled and dropped.

Every bit of Bruce's cock plunged back into Martha. She cried out in blissful excitement. "He was just in me, but it feels so good. He's stretching me out so much."

Martha didn't have to tell Ren that—he saw it. Her womanhood stretched to accommodate Bruce with every thrust into her. She trembled and mewled but didn't dare stop trying to pump herself up and down his length. However, Ren still craved a better, closer look. Why did she want to deny him that?

The more Martha bounced on Bruce, the more Ren desired to kneel before them, watching them work. Bruce's dick slamming into her pussy and then ripping out with wild abandon looked so sexy—the stark contrast of their skin heightening it. The ecstatic little noises she let out thrilled Ren. He stroked faster and shuffled to the edge of the line on the ground.

"Oh," Martha said, realization coming over her euphoric face. "What do you think of the necklace Bruce gave me? It's gorgeous, isn't it?"

The chain jingled while Martha worked. Ren stared at her, captivated by her jiggling tits and the sway of the jewelry. "It is. I…"

"I'm going to cum," Martha cried as her entire body began to convulse.

Ren bucked and whined. He fired off his load as Martha squirted, but it only went a couple inches forward. Her wild, high-pitched moans drowned his more subdued, stifled ones. The fact that he managed to climax with her again thrilled him. However, she remained too far away. He wanted her to orgasm in his face while Bruce stuffed her with his cock.

A pathetic noise eked out of Ren, and he jerked himself off even while his penis wilted. He could, needed to, cum again. Bruce and Martha had at least one more in them as well. He still had to fill his second condom. Ren glanced down at the filled one already on the floor. If only he could ejaculate a fraction of what the better man produced.

Slaps continued to echo in the room as Bruce drove into Martha as she finished riding out her orgasm. Her eyes fluttered open, but her head hung low, preventing her from meeting Ren's gaze. A smile curled her beautiful lips, and she whimpered. Her hands gripped Bruce tight and bounced up and down his dick.

"Honey," Martha said, staring him down. "You let out so little. Do you not like watching this big cock ruin my little pussy?"

"I-I can't help it. I just don't—"

"Have what he has?" Martha asked, smirking. "Don't measure up? It's okay; he's here to take care of me."

Ren groaned and clenched himself. He didn't live up to any kind of comparison, however skewed. That thrilled him, yet he longed for more. "Martha, I can't see."

Martha's face lit up. "Oh." She slowed herself down, and Bruce followed suit without hesitation. "You want to see him enter me, right? I'll change positions. Just for you." With a flash of a smirk, she turned to Bruce. "Pick me up and do that one that cuckold-lover likes so much."

With a grunt, Bruce shifted his grip down Martha's thighs. He slammed into her, and she squealed, but he didn't pull back to thrust again. Rather, he grabbed her, hauling her legs over her head. She giggled as he lifted and stood. His arms locked under her knees, and her feet dangled above her head. Where they joined was put on full display.

"Better?" Martha asked, at the complete mercy of Bruce.

Ren nodded. He wished Bruce would carry her over to him and fuck her in his face, or that he was allowed to move past the line, but he remained still. Instead of asking or moving, he stood still and groaned. He used two fingers to stroke himself while attempting to maintain his erection.

"Bruce, keep going." Martha tore her eyes off Ren and twisted her head to face Bruce. "I want you to cum inside me again."

Muscles flexed, and Bruce hoisted Martha up off his cock. Her lips clung to his shaft as he retreated. Ren bucked at the sight. He never made her do something so impressive. Blood rushed south, and he twitched in desperation and defeat. If this went on much longer, he would spurt off again before either of them finished.

Claps rang in Ren's ears as Bruce worked himself up to speed. Martha jostled and bounced with every thrust, her breasts jiggling all over the place. Bliss washed over her face as superior dick slammed into her over and over. She didn't hide her pleasure, and Ren loved it. Seeing her happy and enraptured excited and comforted him.

Ren bit his lip as a long whine attempted to rip from his lungs. He squirmed while masturbating and thrust and shuffled in place. Martha needed to be closer—watching her like this wasn't enough. Discomfort surged through him, and frustration burned within him. If not for this damned tape, he would be able to get up close.

Martha's half-lidded eyes met Ren's, and she grinned. "What," she huffed, taking Bruce deep, "what's wrong, honey? Are you all right over there?"

"I-I want to come over there and get a better look." Desperation swelled, and Ren tries to hold back against all odds.. "Can I move? Please."

A throaty moan ripped from Martha followed by giggling. "I do not think you should ask me. I'm in no position to do anything. Ask Bruce."

"Bruce, can I come closer?" Ren sounded so pathetic. "I want to see you fuck her and cum inside her."

"You have to stay put, little man." A grunt escaped Bruce as he ploughed Martha's eager cunt. "But, if you compliment me about how much better of a lover I am than you, I'll bring her over to you."

"You make her cum when I never have," Ren blurted out. His breath caught in his throat, but he couldn't, wouldn't hesitate. He needed to convince Bruce before he, or any of them, came. "It's so easy for you with your massive cock. It's so much bigger than mine."

Bruce shuffled a small step, and Martha smiled and nodded.

"You dick reaches places inside her that I could never hope to reach. She's so happy when you're in her, making her orgasm over and over again. She's never squirted for me."

Another inch forward. Martha's voice rose higher in pitch, coaxing Ren on.

Images of earlier in the night when Martha and Bruce were on their date and Ren was forced to watch flitted through his mind. "She looks vastly better in your arms; a real man's arms. You're much taller and more muscular than me. Everyone sees you as a legitimate partner for her."

Moans eked out of Martha. Her mischievous eyes shone with ecstasy. One more step.

"I can't protect her. I'm just some short, small pathetic excuse for a man in every way. Everyone laughs at me when I'm with her. You're such a better match for her. Physically, sexually. She deserves someone like you that can not only give her such pleasure but also keep her safe and happy."

Bruce didn't move forward this time, but Martha showed off her excitement and approval, gesturing for Ren to continue.

Panic swelled within Ren. Being denied after pouring his heart out turned him on and pushed him toward finishing. He couldn't. Not before Bruce brought Martha nearer. He desired, craved to have her pleasured, happy pussy in his face as he came. Desperation flared, and he dropped to his knees on the taped line.

"Please, I'm begging you. Bring her closer. I promise I'll do whatever you want; I'm at your mercy. I need to see you make her cum."

Thrusts drove Bruce's magnificent cock deeper, and Martha began to quiver in his arms, squealing.

"You can-you can fuck her on our wedding night," Ren blurted out. His eyes shot wide, and he grabbed his penis. Martha let out a surprised, thrilled noise. He throbbed, on the brink. "You can have her first. In her dress. You can even cum all over it, and her ring."

Martha's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her ecstatic noises rose higher and higher. Bruce wasn't close enough. Not by a long shot. He crept closer as Ren groveled, but he needed to say something else to get him to close the gap. The urge to spurt surged, and he stopped jerking off to prevent himself from going off too soon.

Ren swallowed and locked eyes with Bruce as he loomed over Martha and plugged away at her. "You can impregnate her, too. After we're married. Give her a child from a man worthy of knocking her up." His mouth dried up, and his throat strained, yet he bucked in perverse delight.

Shock spread across Martha's face, and her mewling stopped. She stared down at Ren, baffled, but he saw the arousal behind the expression. "I-I cum too fast, and my loads are thin and watery compared to yours. There's no way I would be able to even if she gave me the chance. I want her to be happy and have a kid. Even if it's not mine."

Bruce stopped a short step away from the line.

"Ren," Martha breathed. He didn't tear away from her intense gaze, and he swallowed, nodding. "If you're so intent on submitting to him," she moaned and shuddered, "I believe I should call Bruce Master from now on, don't you think?"

Pain lanced Ren's chest, and he almost blew. His fingers wrapped around his member in a vice grip. Martha had called him Master during their time when she was but a servant. She didn't use the term anymore as he had told her it was necessary now that they lived together and were to be married. However, the thought of her calling another man, even his better, that agonized him.

And yet, Ren grew harder at the thought, the submission of power. He was nothing before Bruce—not fit to claim the title anymore. If anyone was, Bruce proved his worth in each and every way. Ren started stroking again, imagining Martha calling this other, better man Master. He teetered on the edge.

"Yes," Ren managed through his dry mouth, tight throat, and throbbing erection.

A thrilled smile spread across Martha's face, and she trembled in Bruce's arms. "Hurry, Master, make me cum all over his face." She tossed her head back and shrieked his new name.

Bruce grunted and stepped forward, closing what remained of the gap between them. Martha's leaking, cock-filled cunt stared Ren right in the face, and he let go. She squealed and he mewled as she clamped down on Bruce and squirted. Ren's load dribbled out the tip of his penis, but he focused on the show before him.

Love juices gushed from Martha's happy pussy, showering Ren in her excitement and joy. Sweetness graced his lips, and he lapped up what he could as more and more sprayed onto his face. Bruce hilted inside her womanhood and grunted. Her high-pitched moans turned higher, and she shouted her blissful delight at his climax.

Bruce's balls contracted and what little of him remained outside Martha's welcoming depths pulsed as he filled the condom deep within her. Ren attempted to do the same to his hand, but he had gone limp already. Little more than a few errant drops leaked out. His testicles, if one could even call them that, were drained, and he was spent.

Heavy, happy breaths echoed in the room and Ren's ears. Martha yelped and whimpered as Bruce continued to hump her, feet dangling over her head. Fluids trickled down Ren's face and neck, amounting to far more than anything he managed to let out. Even she came more than him. However, that didn't do anything but turn him on. He adored her and watching her orgasm on another man's cock.

"That was great, Master," Martha said, her voice little more than a breathy whisper.

Ren twitched. His promises and approval had been given in horny desperation, but they stood. Even if they never left this room, he loved belittling himself before a superior man as he forced his Martha to climax. He shivered in delight while Bruce nodded and lifted her off him. His manhood slipped out of her, condom swollen with his load.

Martha let out a little cooing gasp and quavered. Bruce lowered her to the bed and stood. He slid the rubber off his softening dick and tied off the end. His confident, dominant eyes flicked over to Ren, flashing him a grin. He held up the bulging contraceptive to her before he grabbed her and pulled her into a deep kiss.

A muffled moan seeped out of Martha, and she gave herself over to Bruce. Their lips smacked, and he made a show of shoving his tongue into her mouth. She accepted him without hesitation, and Ren spasmed. He couldn't become hard again, but the sight excited him. A smack sounded, and Bruce pulled back. She leaned toward him to try and kiss him more, but he moved away.

Ren sat there as Martha flopped back, happy and satisfied. Bruce threw his clothes on and gave her a little clap on the ass. "Call me again when you want to work out your little problem." He smirked at Ren and headed for the door.

"Of course, Master," Martha said, distant. She rolled on her back and let out a contented sight. The door clicked closed behind Bruce, and she raised a hand. "Ren, can you get my clothes for me? I don't think I can move for a bit." Without reservation, he obeyed and snatched both of their outfits to prepare to go home.

Martha wrapped her arms around Ren's and pulled herself closer to him. He cuddled up to her as they sat on their couch at home. The night's events had worn them down, but they desired to spend some time together now after everything. Images and memories of what had been said and done flashed through his mind.

"Did you like tonight?" Martha asked in a soft, hesitant voice.

Ren nodded and squeezed Martha's thigh. "Yeah. It was great. Thank you."

"Anything for you, my love." The couch squeaked as Martha shifted around and planted a kiss on Ren's cheek. "I wanted to make it good for you. I didn't think you were enjoying things anymore."

"Things had been getting stale, but I couldn't work up to asking you for more." Guilt weighed heavy, and Ren leaned against Martha. He caught her face out of the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry for keeping it from you."

Martha shook her head. "It's all right. I figured it out in the end." Laughter bubbled up out of her, and she pressed her cheek to Ren's. "I'm glad you liked what I came up with. Don't feel ashamed to ask for what you really want." She squeezed his hand in both of hers.

"Okay. You're right." Ren hugged Martha, and she melted against him. "I love you."

Gorgeous eyes met Ren's, and Martha smiled. "I love you, too." She planted a tender kiss on his forehead. A curious expression came over her face. "So, what did you like the most?"

Heat flushed Ren's cheeks. He promised to be open and upfront with Martha. "I like you comparing me to him and calling me names."

"Good." Martha nodded to herself. "I thought I might have gone a bit too far, but you seemed to be enjoying it. So, I kept going with it."

"No, you did great." Ren was so lucky to have someone like Martha that would go along with his desires. "What about you?"

Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks, and she shied away from Ren's gaze. "Seeing how desperate you got after I set up some boundaries. It was so cute watching you struggle to ask for what you wanted, and it," she locked eyes with Ren, "turned me on."

"Martha," Ren breathed, bucking.

"What?" Martha asked, panic widening her eyes. "Was that too much? I didn't—"

Ren pressed his lips to Martha's, and she let out a surprised, little noise. She relaxed and kissed him back. They pulled apart. "No, it was perfect."

A soft sigh escaped Martha, and she leaned into Ren. "I was worried you would get jealous or worse from seeing me with him like that." Her fingers toyed with his as she chewed her lip. "I thought maybe I shouldn't kiss him, but the idea got me so hot."

Images flooded Ren of Martha giving herself over to Bruce and making out with him as a lover. "Me, too."

"I saw," Martha said with a smirk. "You like me doing things with him that I would normally only do with you, huh?" She winked and stuck out her tongue.

Ren bit his lip and nodded. "You can do it more if you want. I really liked it."

"Good." Softness pressed up against Ren as Martha snuggled up with him. Her head rested on his shoulder. "I think I will."

Ren exited the bedroom after getting home from work and changing. It had been several days since Martha went on her date with Bruce. Neither of them brought up what Ren had promised, and he figured she thought it nothing more than part of the play. However, he had meant it. The lingering idea of Bruce following up on Ren's promises thrilled him to no end.

Soft singing came from the kitchen while Martha worked around the stove. She slapped some food together on a plate and set it on the table in Ren's spot. He frowned. It was too early for dinner. She didn't make up another platter for herself and stepped toward him. A smile curled her lips as she approached.

"I'll be right back." Martha pulled Ren into a kiss. "Go ahead and eat."

Confusion clung to Ren, but he didn't question Martha. She went off into their room while he sat down and dug in. The meat was tender and juicy, and the vegetables were cooked to perfection. He was so engaged with his meal that he didn't realize he finished the whole thing without her coming back.

Ren stood and put his dishes in the washer. He glanced around but shook his head and continued. The TV flicked on, and he set up the movie as he waited, taking his time as he did so. The couch creaked as he sank into the plush cushions. Once Martha came back, they could watch the film like normal.

The doorbell rang, and Ren flinched. Who could be coming to bother them at this hour? It had to be nothing more than someone trying to sell something. The thought to ignore it and let them think they weren't home flitted through him. No, he would send them away. They weren't going to ruin his night with Martha.

Ren padded across the room and opened the door. Bruce stood in the frame, wearing a nice, tailored shirt and dress pants. He flashed Ren a smile. "Wha-what are you doing here?"

"Master." Running footsteps sounded behind Ren, and he turned back out of the way. Martha rushed past him and leapt into Bruce's arms. Ren's eyes widened in shock, and his breath caught in his throat. Bruce embraced her, and she threw herself at him, pressing their lips together. Her joyous, excited reaction to Bruce's presence sent a jolt of agonized arousal through Ren.

A wet smack sounded, and Martha pulled back from Bruce, breaking their kiss. He lowered her back to the floor, and she wiggled, joyful. A slinky black dress hung from her shoulders, showing off her arms and back. Ren frowned. When did she get that? He didn't buy it for her, and she didn't get it with Bruce that weekend.

Bruce smirked, fondling Martha's ass. "Did you get what I asked for?"

"Of course, Master." Martha reached over and grabbed her purse from the table beside the door. She unzipped it and drew out a large box of ultra thin XXL condoms. "I think this'll be enough…for tonight."

"M-Martha?" Ren squeaked out, confused and taken aback. She didn't tell him she was going to see Bruce, and they had their own plans. "What's going on? What about our movie night?"

Martha spun around to face Ren and cocked her head to the side. "What do you—Oh, right. Sorry, honey, I forgot." She shook her head in disbelief, but a grin clung to her lips. "How about you go ahead and watch it without me and tell me all about it when I get back tomorrow?"

Discomfort and pain coursed through Ren, but he grew hard. He shifted around, trying to hide his erection. Despite his insignificant size, the thin pajama pants he wore betrayed his arousal. "Martha, I don't understand. Why would you choose to go out with him instead of spending time with me on our date night?"

"Did you forget what you said the other day already?" Martha asked, stepping closer to Ren. He stared up into her gorgeous eyes. "You said you wanted him to have me, that he's much better than you and that I deserve someone like him. That you'd let him have sex with me on our wedding night. I thought you would be happy."

Ren squirmed. He meant what he said and couldn't deny his excitement at being reminded of what he promised, but he didn't think Martha would go through with anything. However, his penis twitched in his pajamas. He wanted her to be content. The neglect also made him horny beyond belief. He loved being treated like this.

"Okay."

Elation brightened Martha's eyes, and she gave Ren a big grin. "Good. Since you're so understanding, how about I give you a little something to tide you over?" Without waiting for him to answer, she closed the gap between them, leaning forward.

Martha's hand swept up, and her palm pressed against the underside of Ren's member. He groaned and twitched. She leaned in close, showing off her breasts as her lips brushed his earlobe. Uncontrollable urges surged through him, and he bucked against her motions. Hot breath blew into his ear. He moaned. When did she become so good at teasing him?

Despite how little Martha afforded Ren, he grit his teeth. She had him on the verge of climaxing, much to his shame. However, that didn't stop the urge or pleasure. She breathed more, getting closer and closer and louder. He trembled and squirmed. His gaze flicked up from her ample cleavage to Bruce. He was going to take her away.

"Martha," Ren croaked. He humped her hand, unable to hold back.

Before Martha said anything or pull away, Ren burst. Small ropes of jizz splattered the inside of his underwear and soaked through his pants. She gave him a little squeeze before huffing and pulling away. A self-satisfied smile greeted him as he tried to maintain his composure. He failed in every way.

Martha planted a gentle, chaste kiss on Ren's cheek and turned from him without a word. "Let's go, Master. That place you mentioned sounds delicious." She hooked her arms around his, and they disappeared, the door closing behind them.

Ren let out a breath and stumbled backward. Dampness stained his clothing and rubbed against his wilting manhood. He just let Bruce take Martha out on their usual night together. Why did he do that? If he let her keep doing things like this…Bruce might end up stealing her away from him.

Even though he came a mere moment before, Ren grew hard again. He pitched an unimpressive tent in his ruined pants, the image of Martha clinging to Bruce as they walked away burned into his mind. Pain at the thought lanced him, yet he moaned in exhilaration. Imagining losing her to such a better man turned him on more than anything.

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Chapter 3: Sinking

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"What do you think about this?" Martha asked, twirling in front of Ren.

The slinky black dress fluttered around Martha's lovely frame, the hem teasing just below her knees. A small slit ran up one side, revealing a hint of her toned thighs. The neckline plunged to reveal her ample cleavage, which drew Ren's—and anyone else's gaze. Spaghetti straps held it to her slender shoulders. The contrast of her pale skin and the dark outfit proved almost as enticing as her with Bruce.

Ren shook his head and focused. The chatter of nearby people invaded his senses, and the moment caught back up with him. Martha sat across the table from him, wearing that dress, holding up a bite of her dessert on a fork. He glanced between it and her gorgeous, expectant eyes. Without hesitation, he allowed her to share her cake.

The soft moistness with a hint of chocolate delighted Ren, but he couldn't focus on it. Instead, his attention concentrated on Martha. She smiled at him, but his eyes wandered. Large ruby-colored earrings hung from her earlobes, sparkling in the dim light. He didn't buy them for her—Bruce had.

A tightness formed in Ren's chest, and blood rushed south. As with all the other extraordinary gifts Bruce had given Martha, this was another that Ren couldn't match. The amount that Bruce bought for her since they started their relationship outstripped anything Ren could provide in an entire year. Perhaps more.

Something bumped into Ren's foot, and he snapped out of his brooding. Martha stroked his ankle. "Well?"

Ren had forgotten all about Martha's question. "Oh, uh, yeah." He forced a smile. "It's pretty good."

Martha cocked her head to the side, a frown forming on her face. Ren shied away from her curious, confused gaze. He glanced down, eyesight traveling along her slender neck. A black band wrapped around her tight, shifting as she swallowed. He sucked in a sharp breath. The choker, while not risqué by any means, reminded him of something far more.

Among the countless, expensive gifts of jewelry and dresses, ever since Martha started calling Bruce Master, he had given her a series of collars for their sessions. She had taken to the idea with eagerness, putting them on before he arrived. If they were not out in public, she no doubt would have been wearing one to remind Ren of her and, by extension, his place.

Ren's manhood twitched in his pants, straining against the tight-knit fabric. He had always treated Martha with love and respect and never attempted to be rough with her in bed, not that he really could. Bruce, however, didn't have those hang-ups. He gave her everything she desired and more, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her.

One of the things Martha had come to enjoy—perhaps she always had but Ren could never accomplish it—was having her face fucked. Bruce overwhelmed her in every way, and she reveled in him dominating her. He had broken one, maybe more, of the collars by cramming his big, fat cock down her throat. His massive girth proved too much for the tight leather.

Tenderness brushed Ren's inner thigh, and he flinched. Martha grinned at him from across the table before taking a bite. No doubt she realized that he was thinking about her with Bruce. He did it far too often, which she had come to understand. That he would lose himself in his thoughts didn't appear to upset her. In fact, she used the opportunities to tease him.

"What's going on in that imaginative head of yours, honey?" Martha continued to stroke Ren's leg, and he spread wider to give her easier access.

Shivers ran through Ren, and he hardened. Martha had begun calling him 'honey' more and more. This was the first time out and about. However, her teasing, her new lifestyle, started to blur with their private life more and more. She didn't hold back anymore, not that he ever wanted her to. The more she slipped into her role, the more turned-on he became.

"I'm sorry," Ren said, struggling to tear his gaze away from the reminders of Bruce's dominance over her and him. "We're trying to have a nice dinner, and I'm…"

A mischievous grin curled Martha's sweet lips. "Thinking of me with Master?"

Hearing Martha call Bruce Master as she had once called him caused Ren to tremble. His dick pressed against the inside of his pants, begging to be released. Even if he was allowed to, she wouldn't give him any attention. She hadn't for the past couple weeks, save to taunt him with her and Bruce's exploits. They didn't allow him to so much as see them together anymore.

Ren swallowed hard and nodded despite himself. Martha's smirk broadened. "This is supposed to be a dinner for us, and you're thinking about him," her stockinged foot slid further up his thigh toward his crotch, "doing what to me exactly?"

Anything, everything. Ren stared into Martha's playful, eager eyes as she drew closer to touching his manhood. His breathing turned heavy, labored. Would she touch him out in public like this? The table would hide all she did, but it still seemed quite bold of her to do so. She did like surprising him with just how far she would go nowadays.

"I…uh…" No matter how much Ren desired to tell Martha what went through his head, he couldn't bring himself to. Not here, not now. If they were home, he would be able to speak up.

"You know," Martha bit her lip and ran a finger along the inner hem of her dress, teasing Ren with the implication of showing him more of her sexy cleavage, "Master wouldn't hesitate to tell me just what he wanted to do to me. Even in public."

Part of Ren wanted Martha to quiet down, to save this for when they got back, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her. She wiggled her toes against his testicles, and he flinched, shooting upright in his chair. A giggle bubbled out of her, sweet yet full of mockery. He inhaled and tried to relax. She could do so much to him with such a simple touch.

Martha slid up further, scooting down in her seat a bit to reach. The sole of her foot rested on Ren's erect length, dwarfing it. She pressed, and he squished. He bucked, and she smiled. She loved torturing him and pushing him to his limits…both with what she and Bruce did and on her own.

"He gives me so much more," Martha said, rubbing Ren through his trousers. He groaned and twitched. "And he would never get so worked up by just my foot…not even touching him. He, however, gets me going so easily." She took another bite of her dessert, happy.

Images of Martha grinding on Bruce, desperate for him to fuck her, flitted through Ren's mind. It had been so long since those promises he made in that hotel room and when he had last seen them together in more than fleeting glimpses. She knew he loved watching her with Bruce. Why would she deny him like this?

However, despite all his inner turmoil over being denied, Ren always managed to get off. The implications, the sounds he heard through the walls, and the stained articles of clothing Martha gave him, all accentuated his fetish. He grew harder the more he thought about it and the more she stroked him with her foot. Precum strained his underwear, and he feared he might lose himself.

"Ren, what's wrong?" Martha asked with an amused expression on her beautiful face. He throbbed and groaned, trying to suppress his reactions. "Are you," she leaned in, locking eyes with him and whispering, "going to cum. Here. In front of all these people?"

A pathetic whining noise seeped out of Ren. He attempted to ease away from Martha's ministrations, but he failed. The harder she pressed, the closer he came to climaxing. He had never been one with great stamina, but the shift in their dynamic made it all the worse…and she knew it. She wouldn't make him blow his load in his pants here, would she?

"M-martha, please," Ren managed between struggling not to cum and his shortness of breath.

"Please what?" Martha asked, slowing her rubbing but not stopping. "Tell you about the other night? I know you're curious, but I think it's best if I just left it up to your imagination."

Ren bucked, almost causing himself to burst. The chair creaked as he lurched backward, and Martha grinned. "Please."

"Oh, all right. I suppose it cannot be helped." Toes wiggled around Ren's bulge, tormenting him. Martha's fingers continued to tease the plunging neckline of her shirt. More of her tantalizing cleavage came into view. "He took me out just like this. Only the place was much fancier, something you would never do.

"I teased him under the table like I am doing to you now, only, you know, he didn't want to orgasm ten seconds in. He kept his cool, holding a delightful conversation, almost ignoring my efforts. Nothing fazes him. And why should it? He's so charming, and wonderful, and sexy, and big, and," Martha licked her lips, "black."

A jolt ran through Ren, and he bucked. Martha smiled at him. From the get-go, she had asked for someone like Bruce—tall, muscular, big-dicked, and dark-skinned. Ren hadn't realized how much she enjoyed that last part. Over the past couple weeks, she took great satisfaction in reminding him of another aspect of her preferences he could never measure up to.

Nothing Ren could do would ever make him a match for Bruce, in and out of the bedroom. Bruce had everything he didn't and all Martha desired. Ren's heart hammered in his chest. He couldn't deny her, of course, even if he wanted to. The fact that she stuck around with him after being introduced to someone so much better spoke volumes of her adoration for him…or her pity.

No. Martha did still love Ren. Every day she expressed it, starting with him leading her down this path. All for his sake. Their desires had pulled them deeper into it than he ever would have thought, but that didn't change anything. At the end of the day, she belonged with him. Right?

Fear and uncertainty spiked through Ren. No matter how he thought about it, he didn't understand why Martha stayed. Perhaps she enjoyed having someone to tease and torment that she didn't want to let him go. Maybe she saw how he loved everything she did…even when it didn't involve him at all.

"Honey," Martha called, soft yet confident. "I have to go."

"What?" Ren blurted out, drawing himself out of his reverie and shaking his head. "What do you mean you have to go? I thought we were going to go home after this and relax."

A wicked smile curled Martha's lips. "I thought I told you: I'm meeting Master for drinks. He had a long day and needs to unwind."

"I-I—" Ren groaned as he throbbed against Martha, still. If she made a single movement, he would cum.

"Is it a problem?" Martha retracted her foot, much to Ren's dismay, and fished around in her purse. She produced her phone and brought up Bruce's contact info. "I can call him up and tell him I have to cancel."

Panic surged, and Ren lurched forward. His stomach struck the edge, and silverware clattered. "No-no." He reached across the table and took hold of Martha's hand. "I want you to enjoy yourself."

"Great." A big, satisfied smile spread on Martha's face. "I don't know if I'll be home tonight. Depends on what Master wants to do." She smirked at him.

"Okay." Ren strained against the mess he made of the front of his boxers. While he wanted to at least get to sleep beside Martha, he wouldn't, couldn't stop her from spending the night with Bruce.

Martha squeezed Ren's hand and stood. She fussed with her dress, smoothing out the wrinkles and guiding the hems back to where they belonged. More than enough skin still showed off as she circled the table to him. Hot breath blew over his ear, and she trembled. "I'll bring you something special." She planted a loving kiss on his cheek. "I love you."

Ren worked his dry mouth, trying to form words. If Martha did anything else to him, she would make him suffer the embarrassment of having to cover up his little accident. He met her gorgeous, excited eyes. "I love you, too."

Martha spun with a grin and strode away from Ren, running a finger along his chin. Her hips rocked from side to side in an exaggerated manner, all for him. He stared at her backside as she went, shivering in desire. She peeked back over her shoulder before she vanished and winked at him. How could he ever imagine that she would leave him?

Ren paced back and forth in their apartment. He spared a glance at the clock. 11 pm. Panic began to take root; Martha was late. Of course, she left the possibility that she might not return tonight hanging in the air. Bruce would be the one to determine that. He held all the control in their relationship anyway, not that Ren could argue.

Thoughts of what Martha and Bruce were doing right now flitted through Ren's mind. Despite having been worked up to almost climaxing at dinner, he restrained from jerking off after he came home. If he was going to play with his member, he had hoped she would be involved. The last thing he wanted to happen was for him to exhaust himself before she returned.

Images of Martha riding Bruce and crying out in pleasure bubbled up. Ren groaned, and blood rushed south. At this point, he didn't expect them to grace him with their presence. Not that he had been allowed to watch any time in recent memory. Still…hearing them and catching glimpses was better than this purgatory of nothingness.

The door burst open, and Martha's sweet, laughing voice invaded the room. Ren jumped at the sudden intrusion and went rigid. She and Bruce swept into the apartment, and he closed the door behind them. Her gaze stared up at him, ignoring Ren as they entered. Their hands were all over each other. Bruce's slipped up under the backside of her skirt.

"You have been playing with my ass all night," Martha said with amusement. "I almost couldn't hold myself back." She leaned in against Bruce, fingers trailing down toward the growing bulge in his pants.

Bruce reached up and groped Martha. She let out a breathy, eager moan. "Maybe you shouldn't have. We could have shown them what a good time looks like."

Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks. "There's only one person I want to show off for." Gorgeous, mischievous eyes turned to Ren, and a smile graced her face. "Hi, honey. I'm surprised you're still awake." Her tiny hand cupped Bruce's manhood. "That's good."

Excitement coursed through Ren, and he bucked. Martha's grin spread as they approached him, fondling one another. Luck appeared to be on his side tonight. "I was waiting for you."

"Oh, that's sweet." Martha twisted her gaze up to Bruce as she grinded against him. "This is why I'm marrying him."

"He is very loyal. But," Martha let out a surprised yelp as Bruce almost lifted her off her feet, "He still can't give you what I can."

Locking eyes with Ren, Martha smirked. "No, of course not. He's just a little cuck…ahem, he just can't measure up."

"I-is he spending the night?" Ren asked, hopeful. His pathetic erection strained in his pants at the very thought.

Martha cocked her hips backward, giving Bruce easier access to her ass. A soft, little noise eked out of her. "Yes. He's going to fuck me. I know that is what you're really asking."

The frankness with which Martha spoke was nothing new, especially when dealing with Bruce, but Ren found it shocking. Still, his penis grew harder. "Can I watch this time?"

An impish grin graced Martha's face. She tilted her head up toward Bruce as she rubbed him through his trousers. "What do you think, Master?" A shiver ran through Ren. "Does he deserve to see your amazing cock going inside me?"

"If it was up to me, he'd be out of here already," Bruce said without hesitation. Agony lanced Ren's heart, and panic rose. He took a step forward, but Bruce continued. "But it's up to you. I know you like mocking him as I ravage your tight, little pussy with my big, fat cock."

Anticipation and trepidation warred with Ren. Martha cocked her head to the side as if considering her two options. He wanted to open his mouth and say something in his defense, to coax her to allow him to, but he remained still, silent. She controlled him in each and every way, and that wasn't going to change anytime soon.

"No." Disappointment and pain lanced Ren, and his stomach dropped. "You can sleep on the couch again. The door will be closed." She smiled at him. "But you like being denied, don't you, you little cuckold-lover?"

Ren nodded before he had a chance to think about anything Martha said. Her grin broadened, and elation spread through her lovely features. "Good." She pulled away from Bruce, his hand slipping out from under her dress. His fingers glistened. "You can listen all you want, but that's it. You're so sweet and wonderful and," she flashed him a mischievous smile, "pathetic."

Bruce grabbed Martha by the hip, and she let out a yelp. Her shock turned into a giggle. She threw herself at him, and he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her toward the bedroom. Ren stood there, unmoving, as they disappeared into the room where he and Martha had slept together ever since they became a couple. Bruce would now pervert it.

Martha's excitable voice came muffled from behind the door. Ren wandered closer, hoping to hear what she said. His boner, in spite of its lacking size, hampered his movements. The hardness, the sensitiveness brought on by all her teasing, and the events about to transpire just out of reach proved far too much for him.

A slap rang out, and Martha moaned. Ren's heart leapt up into his throat. Despite hearing, and seeing, Bruce be a little rough with her, he wanted to rush in to make sure she was all right. However, he remained rooted in place. If he went in now, they would force him out. At least this way he could listen to her blissful moans and pretend to be a part of it.

Need swelled within Ren, and he reached down to unbutton his pants. He didn't require them anymore; they would only get in the way now. They pooled around his ankles. He intended to toss them aside, but he couldn't bring himself to stop his focus. His hand slipped down into his messy underwear, stained with precum, and grabbed ahold of his stubby dick.

Laughter and deep groans seeped through the walls. No doubt Martha had already begun to please Bruce, as worked up as she had sounded moments ago. Ren imagined her, naked and on her knees, in front of Bruce with her hands wrapping his massive cock tight. She would stroke up and down his daunting length before taking his cockhead in her mouth.

Ren groaned and bucked into his grasp. Pleasure ran rampant to match the knot growing in his stomach. Martha never approached his little thing with the reverence, the lust she did Bruce's. Ren couldn't blame her—he proved to be far superior to him in every way. Nothing he did could ever make him even so much as compete with such a monster.

A curse tumbled out of Ren. He hadn't recovered from Martha playing with him at dinner, and the past couple hours of being on edge, waiting didn't help him relax. The peak came up quick, and he gave in. Once he got this useless orgasm out of the way, he could continue enjoying himself. He had plenty more embarrassing ejaculations in him tonight.

Martha let out a muffled squeal, and Ren lost. His hand ran down to the base of his twitching penis, squeezing tight. Jizz spurted out in frantic bursts and struck the inside of his underwear. He groaned and thrust and pulsed. While he could never produce as much as Bruce, he made a right mess of his clothing regardless. His haste forced the good decision to keep them on.

As soon as Ren started spurting, it finished. He was quick to fire off and quick to expend himself. The cycle could, would continue for quite some time if past experiences were anything to go by. Watching Martha take Bruce, as they belittled him and his humiliating manhood, allowed him to cum over and over again. He longed to watch again, though.

Bruce said something, a command, in his low, gravely voice. The bedsprings creaked, followed by the sound of footsteps padding closer. Ren tensed, gripping his penis in his spunk-soaked underwear. He didn't want Martha to see him like this despite seeing him in far worse positions, but he froze. She knew what he did whenever she got together with Bruce.

The door squeaked open, and Martha's gorgeous, elated face popped out. Something trailed down her lip to her chin—saliva, Bruce's pre-cum, or maybe both, he didn't know. Her eyes snapped down to Ren's shame, and a big, amused smile curled her slick lips. His gaze dropped from her face, seeking her bare breasts, but she eased back out of sight.

Long, purple hair cascaded over Martha's shoulders, covering up anything Ren wished to see. A red collar ringed her slender neck with a tag that read "Good Girl." She raised her hand and presented a pair of slinky, frilly black panties. Damp arousal stained the crotch. "Here, honey. Since you're so great to me, you can use these, to," her eyes flicked down, and she smirked, "jerk off to since you can't see anything."

Without hesitation, Ren held out his hand. Martha dropped her underwear into his palm, stuck out her tongue and winked, and disappeared. The click of the door echoed in his ears, but he focused on the messy article within his grasp. Could he do as instructed?

Laughter escaped the bedroom. Shame seared Ren to his core, but he slipped out of his boxers. Cum marked the head of his still erect dick. He bit his lip, hesitating. Part of him wanted to use what Martha gave him to clean himself off, but he would do that after…He brought the bunched-up, soaked panties to his face and inhaled.

Muskiness invaded Ren's nostrils, and he groaned. His hand around his penis started stroking yet again as he breathed in deep of Martha's scent and arousal. A shudder ran through him. It had been far too long since he had been allowed to be so close to her pussy without Bruce's cock stretching and fucking it. He grew harder, whimpering.

Bedsprings began to creak, and Ren's breath caught in his throat. While he lost himself in inhaling Martha's stained panties, Bruce plunged inside her incredible womanhood. Whether he rode her or she him, Ren couldn't tell. He imagined she took the lead, bouncing in his lap to have his dick hit all of her weak points, deep and relentless.

Ren whimpered. He longed to see his beautiful fiancé riding another, better man again. His mental images from over the past couple of months sustained him and proved satisfactory, he craved more. The only thing he could do now was imagine what was going on behind that closed door based on the sounds of them joining and previous experiences.

Inhaling one last time, Ren removed the underwear from his face. He brought them down and made room for his other hand around his dick. The soft silkiness embraced his twitching hardness, and dampness teased his warm skin. Shivers ran down his spine, and he groaned. His head spun, losing himself in the perverse delights of being denied.

This was the closest Ren had been to Martha since they started their relationship with Bruce. The softness reminded him of her touch and embrace while the wetness sparked memories of her wondrous insides. He stroked faster and faster. Pleasure enveloped him, and he moaned her name. Her voice came through the door, but it wasn't his she cried.

Martha's ample breasts bounced as she rode Bruce with all the haste and intensity of a woman desperate to climax. Ren shuddered at the thought and squeezed his manhood harder. She had never been so wild and free and needy when she topped him. A whimper seeped out of him, and he bucked into his grasp. Tightness gripped his chest.

Ecstasy coursed through Ren, and he wobbled. His back struck the wall, forcing the air out of his lungs. Chuckling reached him, muffled, but it only spurred him on to pick up the pace of his self-pleasure. Martha and Bruce knew he was out here, and they knew what he was doing. Their distant, disaffected mocking excited him more than he wished to admit.

Ren throbbed, and the edge came up fast. Part of him thought to pull Martha's panties away, to not stain them with his inferior seed, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Instead, he drove closer and closer to finishing. Trembling ran rampant through him, and he tensed up, preparing to cum. He couldn't hold back.

Trying to stifle his voice, Ren failed. He thrust into Martha's underwear and moaned in bliss. Pulse after pulse fired off into the silky fabric. Warmth engulfed him as his balls contracted and emptied his watery load. He didn't stop jerking off despite the growing, pitiful mess and heightened sensitivity.

A loud clap rang out, and Martha shrieked in ecstasy. "Yes, fill me up!" Ren bucked. They had always used condoms ever since they started this, but the idea, the uncertainty that they went without one for the first time, and he couldn't see, terrified and thrilled him. He attempted to spurt more out, to try and compete with what he knew Bruce could produce, but he couldn't manage the tiniest dribble.

Weakness infected Ren's knees, and he staggered. His left hand shot out and slapped against the wall. He stabilized, but he couldn't focus on anything. His head spun. Martha's blissful mewling seeped into his ears as she came on Bruce's magnificent cock just on the other side of the door. Oh, how Ren wished to see the joy on her face.

Heavy breaths and muted chatter escaped the bedroom. Ren couldn't hear what either of them said inside, but he could imagine. Martha would praise Bruce's performance, the amount of spunk he gave her and how hard he made her cum. Justified arrogance would be his response to anything and everything she said, dominating her body in every way she and Ren desired.

Agony lanced Ren's heart. While Martha receiving the pleasure she deserved instead of pitying his lackluster abilities and stamina was key to his fetish, him seeing it was a much larger importance. This change in their dynamic crushed him. However, he couldn't deny that it still excited him. Being denied and mocked topped the list of his turn-ons.

Ren let out a heavy sigh and glanced down at his handiwork. Watery cum stained Martha's already damp panties, betraying his perversions. How did he find himself okay with using them to climax while not allowed to watch? Did he have no self-respect left? Of course he didn't. Not in any sense when it came to his desires for himself and Martha.

Footsteps sounded toward the door. Ren jumped, attempting to turn away, to conceal his pitiful deed from whichever of the two meant to leave the room. The door opened with a creak. Bruce stepped out, naked, his cock dangling and glistening. He eyed Ren up and down, causing him to wilt and cover his crotch.

Bruce grinned down at Ren. "Having a good time, Mr. Fiancé?"

"I, uh"—there was no use trying to hide it—"yes." Ren bunched up Martha's filthy underwear, his shameful load staining his fingers.

"Good." Bruce clapped Ren on the shoulder, his big, meaty hand forcing him to lurch away from the wall. "We're having a pretty good time, too. It's a shame your soon-to-be wife thinks you should be out here rather than in there. Although, I guess you're satisfied enough with her panties…that I made her soak."

Shame seared Ren to his core—both from his climax at being denied and the fact that he couldn't make Martha wet like Bruce could.

Martha poked out from the bedroom, the tag at her neck jingling, and her wonderful breasts jiggling. "What is taking you so long, Master?" Surprise came over her face, and she glanced at Ren. "Oh, honey. You're still up?" An impish grin curled her lips as she noticed her underwear scrunched in his hand. "Ah, you liked that, huh?" She shook her head. "You're such a hopeless, little cuckold-lover."

"Martha, I…" Ren's eyes drifted down her body, sweat glistening on her smooth, pale skin. She kept everything from the waist down behind the doorframe as if to tease him. He wanted to see what Bruce did to her if he came inside her as she asked him to.

Curling her fingers into the frame, Martha poked one of her hips into view but not enough to expose herself. "Are you worried he pumped his thick, potent cum into my naughty pussy? Ahem…don't worry." Her other hand snaked out, carrying a bloated, filled condom. "Here," she offered the used rubber to Ren, and he took it without hesitation, adding it to his collection of filth, "just for you."

Ren's focus snapped from Martha to the prophylactic in his hands. It swelled up so much, and it might not have been the first time Bruce came tonight. Ren didn't know what they had gotten up to before or in bed. However, it didn't matter. The pitiful amount of his load that marred her panties was no match for what Bruce produced.

Heavy steps echoed behind Ren, and his attention was dragged back to his surroundings. Bruce came back, stepping past him and carrying several bottles of water. Martha's face lit up as he approached, and her eyes snapped down to his crotch. She stepped out of the shadow of the door for the first time and wrapped her fingers around his semi-flaccid manhood.

A deep, rumbling chuckle escaped Bruce, and he grabbed Martha by the waist. "You could at least wait until we get back inside. Unless you changed your mind about him watching."

"Oh, I am just giving him a little something to help him along." Martha flashed Ren a mischievous smile before her attention focused on Bruce. Lust burned in her eyes. "Come here and give this amazing thing to me from behind."

"As you wish." Bruce clapped Martha's backside, the slap ringing in Ren's ears. They disappeared back into the bedroom, her giggling, leaving Ren alone yet again.

Tightness gripped Ren's chest, but his penis grew hard again. As much as he wanted to discard the used condom and filthy panties, he couldn't. Instead, to his shame, he started to stroke himself again, using Martha's underwear. Excited noises seeped out of their room. He wouldn't be able to keep up with them, not like this. One more ejaculation and he would crash on the couch to try and sleep for work tomorrow.

Ren watched Martha flit about their apartment, getting ready for a date with Bruce. Their wedding was coming up in a week, and she had continued to refuse him from joining them in the bedroom. If they were going to get married soon, he wanted, needed to join them one last time. He didn't imagine they would stop afterward, yet he longed for that special, full release.

The dresses Martha wore out with Bruce grew skimpier as time went on. She twisted to the side, and the hem of her dark red dress brushed her thigh just above her knees. As she tipped forward to pick up something, Ren expected to catch a glimpse of her panties. The sight didn't grace him.

Steeling himself, Ren approached Martha. She twirled around and stopped, mid-spin, when she realized he stood there. A sweet, loving smile spread across her face, and her eyes met his. So much different from when Bruce was involved. She loved Ren, so much so, yet she had no issues mocking or denying him when their pleasure was on the line.

Ren couldn't bring himself to speak.

"Something wrong, Ren?" Martha asked, cocking her head to the side. His eyes drifted down into the deep, plunging neckline of her dress and stared at her ample, mesmerizing cleavage.

Gulping, Ren worked up his courage. His heart hammered in his chest, and his breath caught in his throat. "I was wondering"—he shied away from Martha's expectant gaze—"if I could join you and Bruce again tonight."

Amusement flickered across Martha's expression, but she suppressed it and turned it into indignation. "How could you ask me that?"

"I-it's just been a while," Ren stammered, a knot forming in his stomach, "and I would like to see it again before we get married." He wasn't sure what Martha's response would be, but he didn't expect her to be annoyed at his request.

"I thought you were satisfied with the glances, the teasing, the muffled noises, the stained clothing, and filled condoms." Martha raised an eyebrow, confused. "You always get off, do you not?"

Ren couldn't deny that he did climax whenever he listened in on Martha and Bruce's sex. However, he still desired to be a part of it. "I do, but I just…I want to see you, the pleasure he gives you."

"All right," Martha said with a sigh, but a smirk curled her lips. "You may join us tonight. I suppose we've been teasing you a little too much for you to handle."

Hope bloomed within Ren, and his manhood twitched with excitement. He moved to close the gap between him and Martha, to kiss her, but she slipped away from him with a wink. Even though she just agreed to his wishes, she still played coy with him. That only spurred on his desires, and his need to see her enraptured.

Martha slid the slender strap of her purse over her shoulder and pushed a condom that stuck up back inside. She almost skipped over to Ren, leaning in and planting a peck on his cheek. "I'll text you when we're going to be back and ready for you." Her right hand slipped down to his crotch and rubbed his little erection with a smirk. "Don't wear yourself out in the meantime, honey."

Grin broadening, Martha eased back from Ren and spun away. She swayed her hips as she left, accentuating her curvy backside. Twitches ran through him, and he wanted to stop her, to ask her to get him off quick, but he stopped. He needed to save himself for that night…assuming she wasn't still toying with him.

Ren opened the door to their apartment and slipped, clutching his cell phone. Martha's text had been explicit about him not being home when she and Bruce came back. At first, he thought she meant to deny him once more, but a follow-up told him to come back in at a certain time. And that was now.

Anticipation and excitement thrilled down Ren's spine. He didn't hear the typical sounds that he had come to be oh so familiar with from Bruce and Martha's coupling without him. That gave him hope. He always trusted her no matter how things had turned out, yet she enjoyed toying with his emotions for both of their pleasure.

Kicking off his shoes, Ren padded across the floor toward their bedroom. Soft voices seeped out through the cracked open door. While he hadn't been outside all that long, Martha and Bruce could have got up to anything in the interim. He thought to strip as he approached them, but he resisted the urge. Neither of them had given him the command.

Ren stopped in front of the door and sucked in a sharp breath. It had been so long since he had been allowed to watch Bruce fuck Martha that the realization that he was about to have the opportunity again made him anxious. Still, his penis grew harder in his pants. How could he deny himself after desiring nothing more than what was inside?

The door creaked open, and Martha's happy, bubbly voice greeted Ren. "I can't wait to put this inside me again. I just can't get over how big it is."

Martha sat in Bruce's lap, overshadowed by the massive, muscular man. His dark skin stood in sharp contrast to her paleness, heightening the tantalizing sight. Black, lacy lingerie adorned her while he was naked in all his masculine glory. Ruby earrings dangled from her ears as the first necklace he gave her rested in her plentiful cleavage. An anklet with small, red gems hung the slightest bit loose.

"Oh." Martha turned her head toward Ren and beamed at him. "Honey, you came. I'm so glad." She extended her leg out and kicked at a chair sitting at the foot of the bed. "Sit."

Without hesitation, Ren rushed forward to follow Martha's command. Bruce's arm circled her, keeping her close. His big, meaty hand rested on her ass beneath her panties. The waistband stretched, and Ren didn't know how it hadn't snapped yet. The fabric appeared so flimsy, so delicate in comparison to Bruce's domineering presence.

The seat creaked as Ren plopped down, and he spread his legs. He pitched a tiny tent. Something that didn't escape Martha's notice. She flashed him a grin before Bruce groped her, eliciting a happy moan. Her right hand stroked his semi-hard cock while she leaned in. Ren sat there, staring at them, and waiting for something to happen.

"Honey, since you've been so good, I was thinking about giving you a bit of a reward." Martha eased back behind Bruce, her breasts squishing against him further. She produced a sealed condom. At first, Ren thought it was for Bruce, but he noted the unimpressive size. "Put this on for me first. I think it would be rude to Master if I did something for you without one while I make him wear one."

Ren snatched the rubber from Martha, and she trailed a finger along the back of his hand. Her eyes shone with excitement, amusement, and lust. He slipped out of his pants and boxers to get more comfortable and to match Bruce and Martha to some extent. She didn't protest. In fact, her gaze snapped down to his little erection, smirking.

Suppressing his growing, rampant desires, Ren tore open the packaging. He pulled the slimy article out and noted how different it was from the ones Martha used on Bruce. No matter what he did, he would never compete with such sheer size and the amount of seed he expelled. Not that any of them expected him to. Still, it made him twitch.

"Oh, I had forgotten," Martha said, surprised. Ren stared up at her, confused, and her cheeks flushed. "Yours are so small compared to Master's. I mean, look. His manhood would break such a tiny thing."

Humiliation lanced Ren, causing him to hesitate from slipping it on. Of course, everyone involved already knew he didn't quite measure up…in any regard. Martha's eyes flicked from him to Bruce's crotch. Her skilled motions coaxed him up to almost full mast. If they were to put their dicks up alongside one another, Ren wouldn't make it a quarter of the way.

Ren swallowed down his feelings of inadequacy, letting them fuel his burning desires. He draped the cap over his head before starting to roll it down his meager length. In no time at all, it hit the base. Tons of extra material remained curled up. He had been so used to Bruce using up the entirety of his that he forgot how much leftover he didn't fill in a normal condom.

Martha slipped her hand under Bruce's cock and bounced it around a little to show him off. "This big, black thing has my attention here, honey, so you'll have to make do with my foot." She stuck her right leg out toward Ren's crotch and wiggled her toes. "You do not mind, do you? It is only fair to give our guest the proper care he deserves."

The only thing Ren could do was nod. Martha hadn't ever given him a footjob before, and he had never desired one. However, if it meant that she would spare him any kind of attention while playing with Bruce, he would take it. The fact that she refused to touch him without a condom only made him more eager for it.

Warmth grazed Ren's wrapped-up penis. He shuddered as Martha applied more pressure, yet she refrained from pushing him backward. Pleasure ran through him from the slightest of touches from the least likely of places. The moment his eyes fluttered, she turned away from him. Her toes curled around his meager cockhead, eclipsing it.

Martha's left hand poked out on the other side of Bruce's torso. Her fingers drummed on his side, and he shifted, delving deeper into her underwear to get at her ass. She gazed up into his hungry eyes and let out a breathless moan. His dick now stood tall, proud, and she jerked him off, slow and steady. Precum dribbled from the tip.

"I really like the new jewelry," Martha said as if she wasn't stroking both men in her life at the same time while leaning her head against Bruce's shoulder. The bracelet around her ankle tinkled.

A grin split Bruce's face. "I knew you would. It looks great on you."

Ren groaned as Martha worked up and down his length, ponderous, distracted. He craved more stimulation, for her to go faster, harder, but she didn't pay him any mind. Instead, she snuggled up to Bruce as much as she could with her leg stuck out. He cradled her in one arm as he continued to fondle her backside. Anything he desired to do to her, he could, at any time.

"Oh, look at you." Exhilaration played in Martha's voice and on her face. She planted a small trail of kisses along Bruce's neck, and Ren spasmed. "You are all big, and hard, and eager. What do you want to do to me?"

"There're countless things I would like to," Bruce placed his other big, meaty hand on Martha's creamy thigh, "and will, do to you. How about you tell me what you want me to do to you." As he spoke, he inched his thick fingers closer and closer to her womanhood.

Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks. Her grip around Bruce tightened, and her pressure against Ren increased. His breath caught in his chest as his heart beat out of control. He knew what she wanted of Bruce and what he could do to her. None of those things overlapped with what Ren was capable of. All he could do was sit there, under her sole, and be thankful she permitted him in the same room as them.

Martha waggled Bruce's thick, imposing cock, a smile curling her lovely lips. "I want this in," she allowed her hand to drop, fingers trailing down his length, tender, "here." She guided Bruce deeper into her crotch, drawing an excited yelp from her.

"And what are you going to do to make me do that?" Bruce asked with a sly smirk, their eyes never left one another's.

A moan eked out of Ren as Martha curled her toes around his meager penis, rubbing and stroking. She didn't break eye contact with Bruce. Being ignored while she and Bruce played with one another thrilled him beyond belief. The fact that she was only using her foot, and forced him to wear a condom, further accentuated his delight. How pathetic could he be?

Martha leaned in and whispered something into Bruce's ear. His cock twitched, and she pulled back, giggling. But not before she kissed his neck. He slid his hand up from her womanhood, teasing her toned stomach. Ren groaned and bucked, but she didn't so much as glance at him. His limit drew nearer, and she had done so little.

A shiver ran through Ren as Bruce slipped his fat fingers beneath Martha's lacy bra. She giggled and let out a breathy moan as he cupped her breast and squeezed. His digits dimpled her soft flesh, the stark contrast of their skin shining through. Even if Ren was as big as Bruce, he could never compare in aesthetics.

Ren shuddered, his little dick throbbing on the verge. He tried to hold back, but he found his resolve slipping despite how little Martha stimulated him with her foot. That part didn't do much—the closeness of her and Bruce, the intimate way they stared at, felt up, and toyed with one another did. One more thing, and he wouldn't be able to help but burst.

As if sensing Ren's desires, Martha scooted closer to Bruce. Her beautiful, eager eyes gazed up into his, and she craned her neck, closing the gap between them. He leaned into her, groping away, and pressed his lips to hers. The sight sent a thrill down Ren's spine and pushed him over the edge. He tensed and rubbed her mischievous sole.

The first spurt fired off into the tip of the condom. Ren mewled, unable to hold back. He convulsed in the chair, watching Martha and Bruce make out. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she accepted it with glee. Moans filled the room—Ren's as well as Martha's. He pulsed, shot after shot, filling the rubber with his pathetic load.

Throaty, satisfied noises escaped Martha, and she wiggled her toes against Ren's twitching, shrinking length. She didn't pull away from Bruce right away to chide him as he expected. Of course, she would in time, but it appeared she wanted to drag it out, to tease him and make his anticipation grow. She had become such a master at manipulating him in such a short amount of time.

Bruce pulled back, breaking his and Martha's kiss. She craned her neck, tongue sticking out, to make them remain together a moment longer. Ren heaved a sigh, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. A smile curled her lips as she retreated and he reentered her mind, her world. She seemed to lose herself around Bruce.

"Honey," Martha chided, glancing down at the mess Ren made, contained within the condom. "You came so fast. Did you like my foot that much? Or were you…distracted by other things." She stroked Bruce's manhood up to the tip, her thumb rubbing the flared ridge of his bulbous cockhead.

"I-I can't help it," Ren admitted, deflating. He should have lasted longer…though neither of them expected him to.

"We all know that, you little cuckold-lover." Martha drew in a sharp breath as Bruce squeezed her breast. Her chest flushed, and hunger burned in her eyes. "You are such a little premature ejaculator; it is to be expected. Although…"

Hope bloomed, and Ren scooted forward. His flaccid, filthy member pressed into Martha's foot. "What?"

"I had hoped that you would be able to satisfy me tonight. Since I have not touched you in so long, I was hoping that your stamina had improved." A sorrowful expression passed over Martha's face, and her gaze dipped to Ren's lap, his shame. Mischievousness hid behind her façade. "Oh, well. It cannot be helped. I guess Master and I will need to do it raw."

Panic flared deep within Ren, yet blood rushed south. "Martha, I—"

"We ran out of condoms his size, honey. If you had lasted," Martha pulled her foot away from Ren's crotch, winking, "you could have taken his place, but you didn't even last until I was all ready and raring to go."

Ren stared at Martha. Her intentions were clear, her mind made up, but she didn't mean to break another of their rules. Right? "But what about—"

"I told you, honey; we ran out of condoms," Martha said with faux annoyance while the amusement behind her words bled through in her gorgeous eyes. "He could use one of yours, but he would rip it before getting it over the tip. Besides, you promised he could impregnate me."

Martha locked eyes with Ren as she shifted and cupped Bruce's testicles. He grunted at her delicate, reverent touch. "Don't you want that? These big, heavy balls shooting so much potent, superior seed inside me without anything in the way." One of his was larger and far more potent than both of Ren's combined and then some. "He will flood me, make sure I get pregnant.

"If you came in me," sadness flickered on Martha's face—real or a play, Ren didn't know, "I would not even notice. I mean, look." The bed creaked as she reached around and produced a heavy, ballooning rubber filled with Bruce's cum. "From last night." An impish grin split her face, and she slipped out of Bruce's grip to face Ren head-on. "Take yours off and let us compare, okay?"

Ren complied without a second of hesitation. He fumbled with the slick, rolled-up material, pulling it off whilst trying not to spill any of his watery load. Despite knowing he didn't come anywhere near close, instinct told him to save all he could. It would only make him look more pathetic when he showed off his very best to Bruce's average.

Tying off the end, Ren held his rubber up near Bruce's. Martha beamed as the two touched with a little bounce. While Ren managed to make some sort of shape, it paled in comparison. Besides being so many times larger, it appeared to struggle to contain the superior man's seed. It bloated so much that it resembled a water balloon far more than a condom.

"It is so big and full and thick compared to yours, honey," Martha cooed in a sweet, agonizing voice. Her breasts squished together as she became more animated and teased him. "I am surprised it didn't break inside me; it is stretched so thin." She held it up with an eager, perverse delight. "You wish that would have happened, right?

As much as Ren wanted to deny it, to tell Martha that he would never want her to carry another man's child, he could do little more than stare, his dick hard as a rock. "Nothing would have stopped him from knocking me up." She eased back, placing a hand on her belly. "I would give birth to his black baby, and everyone would know what a little cuckold you are, that you don't measure up."

Agony and excitement shot through Ren. He bucked in his seat, his attention flicking between Martha and the used prophylactic she held. The idea of her nursing Bruce's child after carrying it to term crushed yet aroused Ren. Her having another man's baby while making him take care of it, her, was the ultimate gesture of cuckoldry. He wasn't sure he was ready.

Ren worked his mouth, dry and stiff. Martha's expectant face beamed at him. No doubt she knew what went through his head, yet she didn't press him further. She wanted him to give her the go-ahead. His acceptance, approval, and submission turned her on so much. "I don't know…"

"Okay, tell you what, honey," Martha said, bouncing back away from Ren. She gestured for him to get rid of his shameful mess, and he did. "Since I love you, I'll give you a second chance. If your tiny, masochistic penis can hold up Master's big, heavy condom for thirty seconds, we will not do it raw." An amused grin spread across her face. "Otherwise, you get to watch as he puts a baby in me."

There was no doubt in Ren's mind that he wouldn't be able to do what Martha asked of him. How could he? The rubber dwarfed him in size and proved very heavy if previous ones were to go by. No matter how hard he was at the thought of Bruce impregnating her, he didn't stand a chance. Still, he nodded, accepting her terms. Perhaps he wanted to lose, to prove Bruce's superiority over him yet again.

"So bold," Martha said with a sly smile. "I am glad that you wish to fight for me, honey. Stand up, and we'll begin."

Ren's legs shook as he rose from the chair. All the excitement, before and to come, sapped his strength, but he managed to remain upright. Martha smirked and wiggled her backside against Bruce. He groaned at her touch and shifted to put her into his lap. She glanced over her shoulder at him and made a kissy noise. Even when focused on Ren, Bruce took priority.

Delicate fingers wrapped the end of the filled condom around Ren's thin, short, twitching length. The instant she eased back, the weight almost snapped his dick. He grit his teeth, tightening his pelvic floor, and fighting gravity. Pressure threatened to overwhelm him at any moment, and Martha hadn't begun counting yet.

Bright, shining eyes met Ren's, and Martha peeked down at his crotch. "Thirty," she started, slow with far more than a second between each count. "Twenty-nine. You can do it, Ren. Just hold out. Twenty-eight."

Hearing Martha cheer him on, as if she wanted him to succeed, spurred Ren on all the more. He didn't want to disappoint her no matter the context. Still, that didn't make the gargantuan task any easier. The condom weighed heavy, dragging him down. His manhood twitched, eager to perform yet lacking in ability. He would still do his best.

Martha stared down at Ren's dick with a mocking smile. "Come on, Mr. Penis, it is only…twenty-two tiny, little seconds. It is not all that much." She leaned forward, sticking out her bottom. Bruce's cock slapped between her cheeks, and she yelped and giggled.

A pitiful whine escaped Ren as he struggled. He attempted to focus on Martha giving herself to Bruce to keep him hard and erect. However, the strain continued to wear him down. Each passing second forced his erection lower and lower. If he didn't pull himself together, he would fail before he even reached the halfway point.

"Seventeen," Martha said in a breathy voice, grinding against Bruce's daunting cock. "Come on, Ren. I know you can do it. Show me what you are worth, what I mean to you." She licked her lips. "Twelve."

Despite how Ren wished it wasn't the case, they all knew what he was worth—at least regarding his performance in the bedroom. The only proper, correct response would be failure. He couldn't do it. That was final. All his struggling would be in vain, but he continued to fight. The fall would be all the sweeter.

"Nine." Ren trembled and mewled. He was at his limit, yet Martha counted all the same, expecting him to hold out. What was one more disappointment among all the other countless ones he repaid her with?

"M-martha," Ren breathed, on the verge of disaster. His manhood wilted under the constant pressure of Bruce's collected seed.

Without hesitation, Martha pressed a finger to Ren's lips, silencing him. "Five. I believe in you, Ren. Four." She glanced down. "Mr. Penis. Three."

Ren quavered, feeling himself slip. Panic gripped him, and he longed, begged, to hear Martha continue. Still, time slowed down and stretched longer and longer. His mind had to be playing tricks on him. She wouldn't do it on purpose…right? After all, she cheered him on, coaxed him to succeed. But she remained in Bruce's lap.

"Come on, Ren. Fight for me." Precum dribbled from his tip, but he sank further. Concern flickered across Martha's face. "You love me, right? Two."

The lack of space between Martha's question and her continuing counting crushed Ren. He wilted, and his manhood slipped. His dick drooped, unable to hold on any longer. The rubber bounced and dragged him with it. His useless member flopped around with the rising tension. A surprised, almost piteous, expression took over her face. Excitement drained from her features.

"Honey," Martha admonished, shaking her head as stared down at Ren's failure. "You were so close, but your little dick let you, me down…again. I am surprised you did not cum as you lost. I figured that would be something a cuckold-lover like you would do."

Steeling himself, Ren attempted to lift the condom again, to try to prove his merit. His member lifted the slightest bit before it fell back down, bouncing. A giggle escaped Martha. "Don't bother, honey. We all know how it ends. Speaking of," she spun from him and turned back to Bruce, "I suppose that was all a waste. We should have just gotten started without him."

Bruce peeked around Martha, flashing a grin at Ren and his pitiful display. "You wanted to give him a chance; I get it. Sorry, Mr. Fiancé, but I'm going to fuck her raw just the way she wants."

A clap rang out as Martha slapped Bruce on the arm. "You were not supposed to tell him."

"Come on, babe," Bruce wrapped up Martha and pulled her in close, "he already knew. Time to enjoy it guilt-free." He unhooked her bra and yanked her panties off. She didn't fight him.

A shudder ran through Martha, and she hopped up into Bruce's lap. Ren lurched forward, the added weight attached to his penis dragging him down. He couldn't see it, but he knew Bruce's long, thick, black cock shot up her belly between them. It reached oh so far, something Ren could never, ever hope to compete with in the slightest. That didn't prevent it from turning him on.

Martha breathed heavy. "I cannot believe I am going to do this, take another man without a condom on." She trembled and whimpered. "It is going to be like the first time all over again."

Ren lunged, and the floor creaked. Martha peeked back over her shoulder, smirking. "Oh, sorry, honey. I know you want to see. Let me," she grunted, rising, "give you a little peek."

Bruce's cock appeared, dragging down through Martha's soaked folds. He glistened with her arousal. Ren tensed up, frozen, staring at the point where the two of them joined. She hadn't lifted herself enough to take him yet, but she didn't stop either. The familiar sight of a condom stretched taut on his thickness never showed itself. Instead, his naked cockhead greeted her eager entrance.

Ren's breath caught in his throat as Bruce pried Martha's leaking womanhood open. The tip, then an inch, then another disappeared inside her. She shuddered and moaned as he penetrated her, slow but steady. He split her, straining around his massive girth. Even after all this time, the fact that he fit baffled and excited Ren.

Desire coursed through Ren, and blood rushed south. His penis jumped, trying to stand at attention, yet the immense weight tied to him kept him down. All he managed to accomplish was a bit of a twitch, the full condom bouncing with the motion. Still, he grew harder. However, he never succeeded in overcoming the obstacle, his limits.

All of Bruce vanished within Martha. She mewled, leaning against him and clutching him tight, inside and out. His big, thick, dark fingers sank into her supple, pale flesh at her hips. Rather than rise to begin fucking him in earnest, she sat there, impaled to the fullest. Eager juices leaked out of her, and quivering flickered through her.

Easing in, Martha closed the gap between her and Bruce. Their lips came together in a passionate kiss that Ren could only catch glimpses of. As they joined, her thighs flexed, and she rose. Inch after inch of his imposing cock reemerged, her insides clinging to them, desperate. Muffled moans escaped her the further she climbed.

A myriad of emotions warred within Ren as Martha approached the tip. Lust drove him to this point, but a sliver of fear accompanied this new situation. The potential of her becoming impregnated from them not using a condom worried and enthralled him. If she wanted it, he wouldn't, couldn't stop her. It would be yet another mark against him as a man, another thing he lost.

Martha wiggled with only Bruce's cockhead in her pussy. They continued to make out with one another before she dropped. The entirety of his dick slammed into her with a loud, echoing clap. Her thighs crashed into his, and her ass jiggled. Ren stared, captivated, and his tiny excuse for a penis flinched.

This time, Martha wasted no time. She worked herself up to a quick, steady rhythm in Bruce's lap. Squelches rose each time he plunged inside, and her body trembled. Ren understood how Bruce made her feel without hearing her cry out in bliss. However, he longed to hear her voice. Their kiss couldn't come to an end fast enough.

A pathetic noise bubbled out of Ren's throat, and he inched toward the happy couple. To his surprise and delight, a wet smack sounded, and Martha pulled back. Her forehead rested against Bruce's as she bounced atop his cock. Ragged breaths rushed from her, but she didn't dare slow down or stop. Now that they started, they weren't going to stop until they came.

Hair flitted and drifted over Martha's smooth skin, exposing her right shoulder. A slice of the outline of her face came into view, and Ren groaned. The corner of her mouth that he could see quirked up in a grin. Bruce attacked her neck, and she giggled. All the while she pumped up and down, wrecking herself with his incredible manhood.

Martha's eyes flicked down to Ren's crotch and his continued struggle with the overstuffed rubber. "Oh, you're still trying so hard, honey," she said with a smirk before a moan tumbled from her lips. "You already lost, though, so you don't have to try. Or perhaps," a squeal eked out of her as Bruce struck deep, "are you enjoying watching his raw, black cock plunging into my little pussy?"

Instead of words of admittance, Ren let out a sad but eager whine. The grin on Martha's face broadened, and her head tipped back as she sped up her ministrations. Dancing locks dipped down far enough to cover her backside and where she joined Bruce. Ren lurched forward, hoping to get another more advantageous angle.

"W-what's wrong?" Martha asked, the claps of her body against Bruce's almost overtaking her shaky voice.

Ren stopped, hesitant, and swayed in place. "I can't see. Your hair."

"Oh." Realization came over Martha, and she turned her head this way and that. She didn't slow down. "I'm sorry, honey. I cannot control myself." She gestured toward the nightstand with her head. "Grab one of my," she yelped as Bruce thrust up to meet her, "hair ties."

Without hesitation, Ren scrambled to obey Martha. His dick bobbed with the heavy weight tied to it. Discomfort surged, but he ignored it. He spared a glance at her as he passed by. A loving smile spread across her ecstatic face. Her eyes fluttered, half-lidded. He tried to prevent it, but his gaze fell.

Martha's ample breasts jiggled as she bounced, squished against Bruce's sculpted chest. The sight of their contrasting skin sent a thrill through Ren, and he wavered. Part of him wanted to stop and watch her work, take a better man's superior cock, but he continued forward. Still, he glanced back at her as he did so.

The urge to jerk himself off swelled up inside Ren as he grabbed at the drawer. It slid open with a gentle tug, squeaking. The bedsprings creaked behind him. He snatched the first thing he came across and drew it out. A few steps carried him back to Martha. He held it out to her—unable to help but notice it, too, was black—and she shook her head.

"I," Martha sucked in a sharp breath, her mouth opening and closing with unabashed moans, "I'm a little busy. Can you do it for me, honey?"

Ren nodded, breaking away from staring at Martha's gorgeous, enraptured body, and circled behind her. She pumped up and down without relenting, heedless of her request. He watched her move, the sexiest thing he had ever seen. No matter how turned on he became, how much blood flowed south, he still couldn't lift the tied condom.

Tearing his gaze off the more interesting bits, Ren wrangled Martha's hair. She moaned as she rode Bruce while Ren worked. He looped the tie around her locks and drew them up tight. Rather than leave her ponytail down, he started it at the crown of her head. She didn't fight him, but the motion of her fucking Bruce caused him to slip and struggle, yet he managed.

Mewling seeped out of Martha. Bruce's cock slammed deep into her, and her ass jiggled. Ren twitched and throbbed at the sight, able to see again. Ren eased back to watch Bruce's dick stretch and lance her dripping womanhood. Pressure bounced, tugging on his penis. He struggled to try and keep it up, turned on as he was, but he failed yet again.

Martha shook her head from side to side as if testing the knot. An excitable noise escaped her. "Good job, honey." The corner of her eye peeked around, and Ren bucked. "You're so," she moaned, "supportive. Thank you."

Ren gripped himself, teasing his sensitive shaft. The water balloon-esque rubber still weighed heavy even with the support of his entire hand. He swallowed, hard. "Y-you're welcome."

"Enjoy the show while I enjoy his cock." Martha turned her attention back to Bruce, throwing herself at him.

A deep, rumbling grunt came from Bruce, and he thrust up into Martha. Their bodies crashed together, and she squealed in glee. She tipped further forward, showing off for Ren. He groaned, eyes glued to where Bruce's dick entered and exited her taut pussy. The pleasure she got from such an incredible monster must make her forget everything about him.

Bruce's hands slipped from Martha's waist down to her bottom. His thick, dark fingers sank into her round asscheeks, dimpling them. Ren shivered, and she moaned. Her speed increased. Bruce helped her up and down while spreading her cheeks. Her rear entrance peeked out from between them, puckered and unused.

Desire swelled, and Ren started to jerk himself off. With the condom tied to the end of his penis, the already insignificant length he had to travel was further cut down. Each up-down motion took little more than a split second, and he mewled with every one. Part of him thought to take it off, but he didn't have permission.

Martha, on the other hand, had no difficulties conveying her true desires. She worked herself up and down in Bruce's lap with wild abandon, moaning 'Master' as his dick stuffed her. Their lips met from time to time, and Ren imagined their tongues mingling within. While he couldn't see such behaviors from his position behind her, he had no issues imagining it.

"You have me so close, Master," Martha breathed, managing something other than mewling whimpers. "It is too easy for you with that," she shuddered, but her muscles didn't stop carrying her along, "big, black cock of yours."

Bruce's grip tightened, and he dimpled Martha's soft, supple flesh further. "Go ahead. Show him how much you're enjoying my raw dick."

A sharp breath rushed out of Ren and Martha together. He stroked himself faster, uncertain of where he should stare. The entire spectacle of her bouncing atop Bruce drew his attention and excited him beyond anything he ever experienced. Hearing Bruce reiterate that he wasn't wearing a condom only heightened that tense elation.

None of the rules they had established before their first time with Bruce remained. They had all been stripped away, one by one, as Martha and Ren lost themselves in carnal bliss. It was better this way. She received more pleasure and could be more open about her desires, and he got to see his beloved Martha fucked by a worthy man. The fact that Bruce and Martha joined more than they did anymore caused him to throb.

High-pitched moans came from Martha, and her body began to tremble. Ren bit his lip and pumped faster. He wanted to climax with her, but she had such a head start on him. He did everything in his power to catch back up, but the condom stifled his efforts. The hefty, bouncy thing smacked the back of his hand every time he stroked up his meager length.

Martha crashed into Bruce's lap and tossed her head back. She shrieked in delight and convulsed while love juices squirted from her happy pussy. He groaned against her sudden tightness, yet his hips didn't stop working like hers. Each time he thrust up into her, more fluids gushed. Ren longed to see the blissful expression on her face, but lust and hesitance rooted him in place.

Squelches rose the more Martha orgasmed and the more Bruce picked up her slack. His cock glistened with her excitement whenever he drew out of her. If he plunged into her with ease before, the additional lubrication made it all the easier. Loud, sharp, unladylike noises eked out of her. She shook and fell further into his embrace.

"So good," Martha managed between her ecstatic mewling, heavy breaths, and clapping flesh. "Every time feels incredible with you."

Bruce let out an amused noise, and his smirking face peeked out around Martha's head. He locked eyes with Ren for a moment and turned his attention back to her. "Do you like it better without a condom?"

"Yes, Master," Martha said without hesitation. She gripped Bruce tight and started to work herself back up to speed to aid him in fucking her.

"Did he ever make you feel this good with his," Bruce flashed Ren a grin, "stubby thing?"

A whimper of a moan escaped Martha, and she shook her head. "No. Never. I…" She yelped as Bruce drove into her needy pussy. "You reach so deep. Places he never could." Ren twitched and jerked as fast as he could.

Picking up his pace, Bruce slammed Martha over and over. She cried out, overwhelmed. "Is that why you didn't want to use a condom, to feel my cock without anything in the way?"

Ren groaned, his heart hammering in his chest. Of course Martha would want to experience Bruce without a rubber on—it only made sense. He was surprised that she had waited until now. Although she came up with the rule oh so long ago. Nothing had stopped her from doing anything else outside the scope of what they initially set up.

"Yes, I wanted to be connected with you without anything getting in the way." Martha rocked her hips, and Ren teetered on the verge. She wrapped her arms around Bruce's neck and glanced back over her shoulder. "That is okay with you, right, honey?"

Before Ren could nod or say a simple 'Yes,' he blew. His hand slammed down to the base of his member, and it jumped. A pathetic dribble shot out of him, streaking across the carpet. He moaned as he bucked and spasmed. Cumming to hearing Martha desiring to be closer to Bruce instead of her climax shamed Ren, yet he couldn't deny how it got him going.

A self-satisfied grin curled Martha's gorgeous lips. "I will take that as a," she drew in a deep breath, the sound of her and Bruce joining echoing in the intimate room, "yes. I'm glad."

As much as Ren wished to speak up for himself, the pathetic, little splatter he expelled was all the answer any of them needed. Martha winked at him before returning her attention to Bruce—where it should be. He slacked his grip on her with his right hand, only to give her ass a little slap. She yelped at his sudden behavior but shivered with delight and kissed him.

Their lips locked as they worked together to create something beautiful. The motion, the synchrony, the contrast, and the perverseness all added to their performance. Pleasure radiated from them both, infecting Ren. Despite just climaxing, his pitiful penis remained rock-hard. Still, he couldn't lift Bruce's used condom. It continued to jump with his frantic efforts.

Panting breaths escaped Ren as he watched Martha bounce along Bruce's cock. A small puddle of her juices formed between his legs on the bedsheets. The amount she let out overshadowed what Ren could muster. In part due to his lacking manhood while Bruce also coaxed out oh so much from her with his incredible size and performance.

Still, Ren did all he could and stroked himself. For all his shortcomings, he could explode time and time again as Martha fucked Bruce. Anything that should have given him pause only accentuated his euphoria and reinforced his proper place. If all he did was get hard and spurt for her being with another man, he deserved every mockery he received.

The bedsprings creaked the faster Martha worked, the harder Bruce thrust into her. She crashed down into him as he lanced upward, their bodies slapping together. Redness spread along the back of her thighs the more she landed on his. That and the trembling between them didn't stop or slow them down. Pleasure took precedence over everything.

Ren breathed, labored. His member twitched, and laughable whines escaped him. He inched closer to Martha, not that he had been far to begin with. Unlike before, she didn't demand he stay put. That said, he didn't dare come too close. She was Bruce's when he was around, and Ren didn't wish to interrupt or impose. Not after having been denied the mere sight for so long.

"Wait, slow down," Martha blurted out between moans. "I want to try something."

Bruce slowed himself down, yet it appeared difficult for either of them to stop. A squelch eked out of Martha as his fat cock hilted inside her. She mewled and trembled but still managed to do as she wished. To Ren's surprise, she lifted out of Bruce's lap. Her legs quavered, and she almost fell, but Bruce's massive hands on her hips prevented her from falling.

Leaning in, Martha pressed her lips against Bruce's while sticking her ass out. Ren groaned and stroked faster. He knew the only reason she would deny herself even a second of Bruce's dick was to move into another, perhaps spicier, position. Anticipation rose. He hoped to see the pleasure on her face as she rode her lover.

Martha spun around in Bruce's arms, their contrasting skin pleasing Ren's eye. She grinned at him the moment she faced him and tipped forward. Her breasts swung and jiggled with her movement, and he bucked. She wiggled her backside, no doubt cradling Bruce's long, thick dick between her asscheeks. Her eyes shot wide.

A drawn-out, throaty moan escaped Martha. She sank backward into Bruce's lap, his manhood impaling her used, drenched pussy. He gripped her tight and held her down with his full length within her. An elated, pleasured expression came over her, and she started bouncing once more.

"You can get closer if you want, honey," Martha said in an airy, amused voice. If not for her preoccupation with Bruce's cock and her moaning, she no doubt would have laughed. "Since you've been so good." Her ample, tantalizing tits jiggled with each of their movements.

Without question, Ren lurched forward to get a better view of where Bruce penetrated Martha. She stared at Ren as her eyes fluttered in delight. Ren bit his lip and continued to jerk himself off. The rubber bounced with his eager excitement. A smirk curled her lips more and more.

This time, laughter bubbled out of Martha—not malicious or cutting but amused. "Get a good look, honey. Watch his cock plunge into and stretch me without a condom." She mewled and collapsed further into Bruce's embrace, exposing the point where she and Bruce became one for Ren. "He's going to make me cum."

Bruce thrust into Martha, and she cried out in bliss. "Hold on. You have me close."

A shiver ran down Ren's spine, and he groaned while his hand pumped up and down his stubby length quicker. Watching the two of them climax together always thrilled him to no end. If he hurried, he could make himself cum with them. Not that they required him to make a spectacular finish.

Moans poured out of Martha. She tensed but worked herself up and down Bruce's magnificent dick faster and faster. "Do you hear that? Master is going to blow. Should he pull out?"

Instinct told Ren to tell Martha to stop before it was too late, but words failed him. She wouldn't allow Bruce to burst inside her, right? No. They wanted to start a family together after they were married. This was only to satisfy her sexual needs, not overtake their life. Yet Bruce had become more and more a part of it as time went on.

"Nothing to say, honey?" Martha asked, faux shock in her honeyed voice. "Oh, you want him to stay inside, don't you?"

"N-no," Ren croaked, trying his best to be as loud and confident as possible.

Flesh clapped as neither Martha nor Bruce relented. They headed toward orgasm. "If that's true," she sucked in a deep breath and fought to speak through her ecstatic noises, "then beg him to pull out. He is going too fast to stop."

Panic flared, and Ren tried to obey. However, again, he failed to do so. His mouth went dry, and his throat tightened. He couldn't get anything out, yet he also didn't stop jerking himself off. The thought of Bruce pumping his load into Martha's vulnerable, fertile pussy excited him far too much…but he couldn't admit it.

"Come on, honey," Martha urged. "I'll get pregnant for sure if he finishes inside me." A pleased yelp ripped from her lungs followed by her body quavering. "You know that." Despite her words, and the certainty they shared in them, she didn't dare halt bouncing. "Is that what you want?"

Ren shook his head. He continued to stare at where Martha and Bruce joined, heart hammering in his chest. Even if he managed to say something, would either of them listen? It didn't matter. He should stand up for himself and Martha. Something played in the back of his mind. What could he do?

"So close," Martha breathed, her voice rising higher and higher in pitch. "If you don't hurry, he's going to do it. I'll cum while he empties into my naughty womanhood and knocks me up. I'll carry his child."

Lightheaded, Ren groaned. His eyes fluttered as he, too, rushed to the finish. Martha pumped herself up and down, taking Bruce with ease. He stretched her out with his incredible girth while slamming oh so deep. If he came now, like this, he would no doubt impregnate her right then and there.

Tightness gripped Ren's chest as, in desperate anticipation, vivid images flashed through his mind. Martha crashed down into Bruce one last time, and he thrust into her. She cried out as she came and he shot rope after rope of thick, virile jizz into her. After the first couple shots, excess began to ooze out around him, sealing her fate.

Not long after Martha's belly would swell, a constant reminder that she carried someone else's baby. She, as well as Bruce, would mock him on the regular for allowing him to impregnate her. They would share more and more time together, growing close. The nearer she grew to giving birth, the more she would tease him about others knowing he was a cuck.

Ren hardened despite himself. The idea of Martha doing those things to him only accentuated his arousal. He jerked off faster and faster as his gaze focused on the only thing he could. Excitement leaked from her near-climax pussy as Bruce ploughed her over and over. With each passing second, he came closer and closer to cumming inside her.

A flicker of resistance in the back of Ren's brain screamed at him to tell them to stop before it was too late. However, his mouth didn't work. His jaw ached, open, as he panted. The burning desire to see Bruce blow in Martha caused his head to spin, and his mind to fail. All he wanted was to masturbate while Bruce impregnated his fiancé.

"I-I can feel him throbbing oh so deep," Martha said in a breathy voice. "He's going to cum soon." She yelped and moaned. "Hurry. It's your last chance to beg him to stop."

No matter how hard Ren tried, he couldn't make the words form. Instead, he stroked his stubby dick as he watched Bruce slam into Martha. Excitement stole his breath away. Any moment now, Bruce would climax and flood her. Ren had seen the amount he was capable of so many times. A reminder of his potency still hung, bouncing, tied to the end of his pathetic penis.

"Oh," Martha gasped as she slumped forward. Her eyes flicked back up to Ren's and she smirked. "Look at your little guy go, trying so hard to lift Master's full," her speech slowed, and her gorgeous lips accentuated her words, "heavy, potent condom." Laughter bubbled out of her. "It's so cute, honey."

Harsh breaths rushed out of Ren. He leaned in closer to where Bruce and Martha joined. Nothing else mattered to him in that moment. His heart pounded, and he began to fear that he would not finish with them. From the noises they made, they were oh so close. However, he, for once, failed to spurt at a moment's notice.

Hair cascaded over Martha's shoulder and hung down in Ren's vision. He opened his mouth to beg her to move it out of his way, but she beat him to it. She wanted him to see Bruce dominate and fuck her as much as he did. More fluids gushed from her eager cunt with each and every powerful thrust. Weight dragged his pathetic penis down, yet he couldn't stop.

An amused, pleasured noise seeped out of Martha as she continued her work, putting herself on display for Ren. "See something you like, honey? You are looking very intensely." She slipped a hand down between her legs and spread more for him. "You like his big, black cock sliding in and out of me?" She moaned. "Last chance."

Ren couldn't take his eyes off Martha's pussy as Bruce impaled her over and over again. Despite his guiding hand, his penis twitched out of control, the condom bouncing and dragging him down with unstoppable weight. Still, he spasmed, trying to compete, to show her he was worthy. He didn't believe it, yet the heady concoction focused his vision, thoughts.

"I can feel it," Martha breathed as her voice rose higher and higher in pitch. "He's going to—"

Bruce lifted Martha and, as he did, his cock flopped out of her soaked pussy. She crashed down into his lap, only this time his length stabbed up her belly, the base cradled by her stretched lower lips. A sheen of mixed fluids glistened off his manhood and wherever it dragged along her skin. Confusion flickered across Martha's face, eyes wide.

"Wait, are you—"

A grunt, deep and guttural—something he only did when he orgasmed—escaped Bruce as if a command. Martha's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she shrieked. She didn't need his dick to cum. Ren sank to his knees, submitting himself to the superior man. He could do nothing else. The commanding sound triggered something instinctual within him, and it appeared to do the same to her.

Martha squirted, showering the space between her and Ren in her excitement. Bruce jumped against her belly and exploded. Rope after rope of thick, copious jizz shot out, splattering along her stomach, breasts, and reaching her face. Each time he pulsed, he twitched and, combined with her spasms in the throes of untold pleasure, flopped around.

For every streak of spunk that graced Martha, another fired off at Ren. He flinched as the first strand struck the back of his hand as he continued to jerk off. Sticky warmth spattered him with every passing second. She writhed in delight despite Bruce no longer impaling and stretching her, seeming content to be covered in his seed, to receive anything from her master.

As Bruce painted Ren and Martha in his cum, Ren sank into despair. Being convinced, even hoping, that Bruce would finish inside her, only for him to pull out, sent a shock through him. The anticipation that had been built up so high released in a split-second of crushing disappointment.

How could Ren have been so foolish as to have expected and desired Bruce to knock up Martha? This was only a play, a way to satisfy both their needs, not something to take over their lives. Of course, things had begun to drift that way for quite a while now. Besides, he grew so hard, so desperate to see it happen. He couldn't deny or condemn anything.

Several more ropes of jizz streaked across Martha's abdomen and clung to Ren. Somehow, most of the mess had landed on or near his crotch. Even the amount of spunk Bruce produced put the size of Ren's manhood to shame. Sticky globs coated his penis. He imagined that if another man came on him, he would lose his erection, his desire to climax, yet he remained rock-hard.

Martha let out a sharp sigh and slumped back against Bruce. His dark cock stabbed up along her pale skin, but it began to grow softer as mere dribbles escaped it. Despite being a quick shot and just witnessing Bruce coat the love of his life, and himself, in copious amounts of thick, virile cum, Ren hadn't blown his meager load so far. His penis throbbed, wild.

"You let out so much, Master," Martha said, struggling to be audible over her heavy breaths. "Did you enjoy having sex with me without a condom that much?" She twisted around and planted a peck on Bruce's lips. "I know I did."

Bruce's cock twitched at Martha's words, and another bead of spunk trailed down the underside of his manhood toward his balls. "Your naughty pussy was gripping me so tightly. It really wanted me to cum inside."

"Yet you didn't. I wouldn't have been able to stop you and neither would he." Martha locked eyes with Ren, and a mischievous grin quirked her mouth. He lurched forward, squeezing his meager length. Throaty laughter escaped her, and she smacked Bruce's chest, playful. "You pulled out to cover poor Ren in your thick, superior semen, didn't you?"

"You've got me there," Bruce said with a chuckle. He sank his thick fingers into Martha's hips, drawing her in closer. She giggled as she fell into him.

"You are so naughty. I love it." Shudders worked their way through Martha, and she wiggled her backside against Bruce. "I'm glad we still came together. Sharing that pleasure with you is amazing."

Harsh breaths rushed out of Ren as he held himself tight. The urge to continue jerking off flitted through him, yet he froze. All he could focus on was Bruce's jizz on him and Martha. Even the bit on his hand, strung across his fingers, was more than the entirety of the pathetic load he could muster. His heart hammered in his chest.

Bedsprings creaked as Martha shimmied around atop Bruce. She sank further into his lap, cradling his semi-erect cock in one hand while gliding up and down the underside. With a curled, tempting finger, she gestured for him to come closer. He popped up onto his feet, full condom still bouncing on the tip of his member. A beautiful smirk lit up her face.

"Oh, it looks like you little guy is ready to burst. Did you like being covered in Master's seed that much, honey?" Gorgeous, playful eyes stared into Ren's soul as he approached Martha.

Ren's mouth worked, yet no words came out. It was clear to all of them that he did enjoy the messy, demeaning treatment.

"I thought you would have tried to stop him from finishing inside me," Martha spread her legs, but Bruce's manhood blocked the view of her stretched, glistening pussy, "but you did nothing." Her fingers glided over him, and she shivered. "He could have done it so easily. But, of course, you wanted that, didn't you?"

Instinctual, Ren bucked. He strained against the overwhelming weight tied to the tip of his penis. No matter how hard he became, he could never lift it all the way. Instead, it bounced and wavered as he twitched, eager. Of course he didn't do anything to stop Bruce. How could he deny Martha something so spectacular?

Martha's gaze dipped down at Ren's crotch, and she shook her head. "Oh, honey, you're such a naughty cuckold-lover. I can't believe you wanted to watch another man plant his seed inside me." Her hands trailed up her abdomen, cum smearing under her fingertips. "To tell you the truth," she cradled her flat belly, "I would have loved it, too. Feeling all that potent spunk fill and impregnate me. He would have succeeded without question, as I'm sure you understand and hoped for."

"Martha, I…" Ren shied away from her curious eyes, and his hand moved to touch himself before he stopped. He needed to orgasm, and all her talk of wishing for Bruce to knock her up sent thrills down his spine.

"Do you need a little help there, honey?" Martha asked with a sly smile. She drifted closer and closer to him, leaning in and hooking her hair back behind her ear.

Spasms wracked Ren, and his heart leapt up into his throat. Was Martha going to finish him off with her mouth for the first time in…quite a while? He cocked his hips forward, presenting himself. Regardless of what she would do to him, he desired, craved her touch. The slightest graze would make him go off, but he didn't care.

The closer Martha came, the more anxious Ren became. Her sweet lips came within an inch of the leaking tip of his member. Rather than close the gap, she stopped, hovering oh so near. A whine escaped him, and she flashed him a little smirk. Before he moved, she let out a gentle, hot breath.

Ren moaned and grit his teeth. Martha meant to tease him, to see if he was worthy of putting forth any additional effort. The simple, teasing touch drove him wild, and he couldn't hold back. She blew again. He lost control and thrust toward her. She flinched back away from him, making sure that his pitiable manhood didn't poke at her.

Balls contracting, Ren erupted. A tiny stream of cum fired off, and Martha drew back to avoid being struck. Still, she remained close, breathing over his sensitive, spasming flesh. As much as he wanted to reach out and grab her head or stroke her hair, he couldn't. The sensation of climaxing after holding on so long locked his entire body up.

"You didn't even put it in your mouth, and he came," Bruce said, slipping his arms around Martha's waist. His cock twitched against her, half-erect. "I never would have gone off in such a pathetic manner."

Martha puckered her lips and mimicked a kiss to Ren. He shuddered, and she pulled back into Bruce's embrace. "Oh, I know." Her right hand found his thigh while twisting to face him. "It's so much harder to make you cum, but I love every second of blissful effort." She stared up at him, an adoring smile on her face.

"You're so insatiable." Bruce hauled Martha closer to him, and she yelped in surprise. A giggle followed as she cuddled up against him. "No wonder he wasn't enough for you." Thick fingertips drummed on her ribs. "I bet you're glad to have me."

"Oh, I am." Martha scooted nearer to Bruce. Her cum-splattered breasts squished together. "You make me feel so good and can cover me in so much semen. So much more than," she flicked her free hand toward Ren's disappointing penis, "that."

Ren stood there before the two of them, shame searing his core. Of course, he also felt better than ever. Fearing, hoping that Bruce would impregnate Martha had turned him on far more than he expected. Still, that made his climax all the more potent, humiliating. He loved every second of it, and he loved her.

"He does look quite sad like that, but he also enjoys it way too much." Without hesitation, Bruce curled a finger under Martha's chin and leaned down to kiss her. Ren twitched, jealous. "Isn't that right, Mr. Fiancé?"

All Ren could do was nod.

Martha winked and stuck out her tongue. "You're hopeless, honey."

"So, I'm going to get my hair done with Naomi the day before the ceremony," Martha said as she and Ren sat beside one another on the couch.

They were making last-minute plans and alterations to their special day. No other issues had come up, but they wanted to go over a few things now that it was mere days away. Ren scooted closer to Martha, and she leaned back into him. Her body heat seeped into him, and a soothing sense of calm washed over him.

Everything had been rather hectic, but just being near Martha always calmed him down. He snaked an arm around her waist, and she wiggled to accommodate him. Her softness pressed against his chest, further giving him a feeling of comfort and belonging. They were going to be married in less than a week. He couldn't wait.

"All right." Ren didn't mind, and it would do Martha good to spend some time with one of her female friends. "Were there any other changes you wanted to make to the seating arrangements?" He picked up the stapled papers containing the table diagrams. "You think everyone will get along?"

Martha turned to Ren and shrugged her shoulders. "There are a couple I'm not sure fit, but there really isn't anywhere else to put them."

Ren scanned over the list. He had let Martha take control of it for the most part, but he might be able to help out. His gaze passed over a familiar but expected name, and he did a double-take. Panic gripped him, and his eyes widened. His breath caught in his throat. Bruce.

"M-martha," Ren managed through a suddenly dry mouth. "What's this?" He pointed to where it said 'Bruce' on the paper.

Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks, but she didn't pull away from Ren. "Oh, I invited him. I thought it was only right to have him be there for our wedding. After all, he has helped us out so much. Things wouldn't be nearly as good as they are without him."

Part of Ren wanted to be mad at Martha for inviting Bruce without consulting him first. However, she was right. They owed him a lot for their current happiness. If they had continued with how things were before, who knows how they would have ended up. Seeing her happy made him happier than anything.

Ren let out a sigh, hugged Martha tight, and eased back into the couch cushions. He closed his eyes. She appeared, gorgeous, in her wedding dress. A smile curled his lips as he stared at her, but, when he expected to join her, he couldn't move. Instead, Bruce in a sharp suit came into view, standing beside her.

Confusion gripped Ren. Regardless of how hard he tried to break free, he failed. All he could do was stand—no, sit—there and watch on from afar. He longed to rush up to meet Martha, to take her hand in his, yet his body refused. How could he? This was their special day after all, not his.

Objects surrounding Martha and Bruce materialized. They stood at an altar and faced one another. Ren bit his lip as he watched on. They looked perfect for one another; he couldn't deny it. No one could. Gasps and other joyous noises rose around him from the faceless crowd. The amount of people there dwarfed what he and Martha had planned for their small wedding.

The simple church turned more and more opulent. Stands of all kinds of flowers dotted the room and a large arbor framed the happy couple. Martha wore bracelets, necklaces, and earrings of brilliant, shining gold. Her dress transformed into something more elegant, saucy. A slit ran up her left leg presented to the gathering, and the neckline plunged into her ample cleavage. Ren squirmed.

Of course Martha would be okay with showing herself off. Bruce nurtured, indulged her sexual side, and satisfied her. She felt safe, wanted with him, and he could make her cum. Any man that desired her, including Ren, was no match. If they even got a chance to get anywhere near her in the first place.

Bruce would protect, love, and fuck Martha better than Ren could ever dream to. He slumped in his chair, unable to deny the truth. However much it crushed him to admit it and witness her marrying another man, it also excited him. For all his shame, he still grew erect at a time like this. A superior man stealing her away from him turned him.

Rings were presented to Bruce and Martha, and they took them with glee. Joy and elation shone on her face and in her gorgeous eyes. She had only ever looked at Ren that way before but now she had no issues doing the same, and more, with Bruce. He couldn't blame her, of course, but agony lanced his heart.

No matter how crushing the sight of Martha giving herself over to another man in more than just sex was, Ren sported the hardest boner. If he was any larger, the people around him might notice the tent he pitched. Part of him wanted them to see, to understand how much of a cuck he was. However, none of them did.

Ren's chest tightened as Bruce slipped the large, expensive-looking ring on Martha's finger, and she did the same to his. Not much longer now, and they would be wed. He could stand up, protest to them getting married, yet his body failed to move. Guilt weighed heavy. He would never be able to live with himself if he got in the way of her happiness.

Women near Ren expressed how hot they found Bruce and how they wished they were up there instead of Martha. Ideas of how big they thought or how good in bed he was were shared in reverent, horny whispers. They were right—far more than they ever imagined. Their jealousy burned brighter than anything Ren mustered. How could he when he was getting what he wanted?

Bruce and Martha held hands as the officiant rambled off his speech. Ren's breath grew thinner and thinner the closer the ceremony came to finishing. Images of what would happen later that evening…if they waited that long…flitted through his mind. Her blissful moans filled his ears, and he shuddered and throbbed.

The moment the service finished, Bruce would bend Martha over the altar and rail her in front of everyone, showing how much he deserves to have her. No doubt she would beckon Ren forward to expose him as the pathetic, perverted cuckold he was. He groaned and writhed in his seat. The urge to touch himself rose despite being out in public.

Bruce drew Martha in, leaning down, and closed the gap between them. Their lips pressed together in a firm, passionate kiss, and the crowd cheered. Ren attempted to lend his voice to the celebrations, the congratulations, but nothing but a shy whimper escaped him. She tipped backward as Bruce forced his tongue into her mouth and squeezed her ass.

Harsh breaths rushed out of Ren. He bucked, his chair squeaking. Still, no one nearby paid him any attention—all their eyes were on the newlywed couple. As it should be. He didn't deserve anything, even the disgrace of being exposed at the wedding of the love of his life to another, better man. Not much longer now.

However, instead of what Ren envisioned, Bruce pulled back away from Martha without taking things further. She smiled up at him before turning to the crowd. They waved and thanked the guests for coming, heading off stage toward the door leading out. Everyone, save for Ren, stood, clapped, and cheered as the two of them disappeared to be together forever.

Ren groaned as he sat amid the group of happy people, a tiny tent pitched. Even if he went to leave, no one would pay him any mind. Being ignored hurt him more than being made fun of. At least that triggered his fetish. This…emptiness was awful. His phone jiggled, and he pulled it out. A text from Martha awaited him, telling him to come to their room for some entertainment.

Shudders ran through Ren, and the people disappeared. He knew what he would find when he joined Martha and Bruce. She would be kneeling on the bed in her rumpled wedding dress with him behind her, plugging away at her. High-pitched moans rang out in the intimate confines. Ren bucked and groaned. He tried to rise, to seek them out, but found himself bound tight.

Ropes wound around Ren's ankles and wrists, tying him to a chair. He struggled against his bonds, yet they didn't relent. Martha's mewling reached his ears and ripped him from his struggle. She faced him as Bruce railed her, but her eyes didn't meet his. Her head hung, face hidden by copious amounts of her disheveled hair.

An agonized groan escaped Ren, and he bucked. His penis stood erect, twitching with excitement. While they had set rules for him and prevented him from interfering often, they had never done so with such direct denial. Even under the worst circumstances, he could still masturbate. This, however, didn't appear to be necessary.

The claps of their joining flesh filled the room, echoing off the nearby walls. Martha yelped and lurched forward. Bedsprings creaked and popped beneath her sudden movement and Bruce's vigorous, rhythmic thrusting. Ren didn't need to see where they connected to imagine what it looked like. Bruce's massive, hard cock slammed into her with ease, splitting her in two.

Bruce locked eyes with Ren as he pumped harder, faster into Martha. "Something the matter, Mr. Cuck? You seem to be struggling a whole lot over there."

"I…" Ren's mouth worked, yet he failed to express himself any further. Bruce no longer called him 'Mr. Fiancé' and why would he? Martha belonged to him now—Ren was nothing more than a plaything for them now.

Martha raised her head the slightest bit. Her eyes were still covered, but Ren's heart leapt up into his throat. "I thought you would be happy, you cuckold-lover." A shiver ran down his spine. "You always wanted Master to steal me away from you from the start, didn't you?"

Hearing Martha call him out pushed Ren over the edge. Without hesitation or physical stimulation, he exploded. Thin ropes streaked toward the bed and her, falling short. Still, he continued to pulse more and more of his worthless, shameful seed. Whimpers and groans escaped him, but he didn't dare stop. Not that he could if he wanted to.

"I'll take that as a yes," Martha said, amusement clear in her beautiful voice. She shifted around and raised herself a bit more, meeting Ren's insistent gaze. "You like Master having me instead of you so much that you came without touching yourself." She shook her head. "You are something special."

As much as Ren felt compelled to defend himself, he knew nothing he said would make up for the fact that he spewed his load to Bruce owning Martha. He spasmed and moaned. Even his body's instinctual reactions betrayed him. He didn't need to say a word to express his thoughts, emotions, they were on full display without any filter.

Squelching rose, and Martha arched her back. Her ample breasts jiggled and swayed with every one of Bruce's powerful thrusts. She lurched each time he hilted inside her, only to be dragged back into him by his strong grip on her waist. His thick fingers sank into her supple, pale flesh. The slap of his hefty balls against her wetness joined the choir of perverse noises rising from their coupling.

Despite having just spurted, Ren's masochistic member stood firm. His ability to burst time after time as he was debased and humiliated never came into question. This, however, was the first time he succeeded in doing so without stroking himself to Martha being claimed and him demeaned. The depths of his perversions knew no bounds.

"Oh, you got hard again," a concerned, concentrated expression flashed over Martha's face before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and pleasure reigned, "I think. You are such a pervert, cumming while tied up watching the woman who was going to be your wife being taken by her new, better husband."

"I am," Ren managed in a breathy voice whilst throbbing. Everything Martha said about him was true; he would, could never deny that. His manhood—if it could be called that—twitched and strained, on the verge. What did he do to get himself into this position?

A clap rang out, and Martha mewled. Bruce's right hand bounced away from her asscheek before he grabbed ahold of her hip yet again. "At least he knows his place. I can stand a submissive pervert…for a while anyway."

Ren tensed. Now that they were married, they wouldn't get rid of him…right? It only made sense. There was no need for him to be around any longer; Bruce had taken his place in full. Once they grew tired of him, they would cast him aside. He couldn't allow that to happen. Everything else could be sacrificed to keep her in his life.

"He looks so cute over there," Martha said before drawing in a deep, sharp breath. Bruce snatched her wrists and hauled her upright until her all was bare. Still, he continued to plug away at her. "He even came to our wedding. He's so loyal."

Images of Martha accepting Bruce's ring and him stuffing his tongue into her mouth in front of everyone flitted through Ren's mind. The moment he lost her. Shivers ran through his body, and he bucked. Squeaks rose as the chair skidded along the ground. Laughter bubbled out of both Bruce and Martha, and shame seared him to his core. That didn't, however, stop him.

Grunting in distressed pleasure, Ren fired off another shot. Martha let out a surprised, little noise as his meager jizz stained the carpet. Despite the previous load, and all of his in general, being lacking, this one proved smaller, more pathetic. An ache formed in his tiny balls as he tried to shoot off more and more.

A smirk quirked the corners of Martha's lips, and she stared down at Ren. "What did you think of the ceremony, honey? Did it make you all nice and hard, giving me over to Master? I'm surprised you didn't blow in your pants." She poked her tongue out and winked.

"It was amazing." Ren's head spun, but he kept one thing straight: his agonized delight at witnessing Martha marrying Bruce. "I…I was afraid someone would see…"

"Oh, honey." Martha shook her head before throwing it back with an ecstatic moan. She slumped forward and smiled. "No one would have noticed your little thing standing up."

A jolt of pain tightened Ren's chest, but he groaned as he grew harder. Martha was right and no one had. Part of him wanted them to see how exciting being a cuck was to him, yet they all knew. Everyone present at the ceremony had been told what he was if they didn't already know. Of course, just looking at him would have tipped them off.

Bruce wrapped his arms around Martha's waist and pulled her closer. His chin rested on her shoulder, and he grinned. "I'm not sure which one pained and excited him more: the fact that he popped a little erection at our wedding or the fact that no one could see it because it's so small."

"You don't have to be so mean, Master," Martha said as she turned her head until her and Bruce's foreheads touched. She stared into his eyes and he into hers, a lust burning bright. "Although, I believe he enjoyed both equally."

Ren opened his mouth to protest—for what reason, he didn't know—but Bruce pressed his lips against Martha's. She let out a surprised, little noise, which transformed into a throaty, muffled moan. Juices gushed from between her legs, and she convulsed. Her entire body locked up as she squealed. Ren sat there, staring, as she came on Bruce's cock for the millionth time.

Bruce grunted and slammed into Martha one final time. He pumped shot after shot of his thick, virile cum straight into her womanhood without hesitation or remorse. And why wouldn't he? She was his wife now. Excess seed dribbled out of her around his pulsating shaft, her pussy incapable of containing all he had to give. She would become pregnant with his child for sure.

Ecstasy, far more than anything Ren had ever made Martha express, shone on her face while Bruce kissed her. The happiness she and Ren shared paled in comparison. Nothing gave her greater pleasure than Bruce, and Ren couldn't deny that. She belonged to him heart, body, and soul.

Unable to hold back, Ren's penis jumped. A streak of semen shot through the air toward Martha. This time, it managed to reach the bed. However, even if he somehow reached her, he never would be able to impregnate her like Bruce. She wouldn't want his baby anyway. Who would want to give birth to the kid of some pathetic cuckold?

The realization only made Ren cum harder. Each subsequent spurt stained the bedsheets as he squirmed in his chair against his bindings. Some part deep down inside of him still desired to prove himself, but it only added to the raging fire of shame and pleasure. The last little bits of his jizz dribbled out the tip and ran down his twitching length.

Quick, heavy breaths slowed, save for Ren's, and Bruce pulled back from Martha. Their lips parted, but she craned her neck to keep them connected for longer. He didn't allow it, yet he embraced her with all the tender sweetness of a lover. A sigh escaped her, and she glanced at Ren.

"Master blessed me with his child, honey." Martha's hands glided along her torso, cradling her belly. "I will raise such a nice, healthy, black baby. You'll help, won't you?"

Ren nodded without hesitation. "Of course." A joyous smile spread across Martha's face, lancing his heart but also filling him with unanticipated warmth.

The room remained the same, but everything else morphed into a similar yet different place. Ren was no longer bound to a chair. However, he receded as if melting into the wall like he wasn't there. No matter how much he attempted to move, he failed.

Martha and Bruce lay on the bed with her in front and him spooning her. One of his massive hands rested on her swollen, pregnant belly. Ren swallowed, hard. Of course their love-making would result in pregnancy, but, seeing the results up close, shocked him. He tried to breathe, only to find his lungs, his entire body, frozen.

The sight of Martha carrying Bruce's child and being so lovey-dovey with him sent tingles throughout Ren. A shiver ran down his spine, and he pitched a tent in his pants. He shouldn't be here, experiencing such an intimate moment between them, yet here he was, popping a boner.

Shame seared Ren to his core, but he couldn't tear himself away, to leave. Bruce brushed Martha's neck with his lips, pushing her hair out of the way. She giggled and put her hand atop his on her stomach. Their fingers parted and accepted one another's. She scooted back into him, her backside against his crotch, where his erect cock no doubt stabbed at her.

Ren trembled. He wished to go back to watching Bruce and Martha have sex rather than see them like this. Outside of some brief flirting, Ren never saw them like this and never expected to. She had always reserved such affection for him even though he didn't satisfy her in bed. That never mattered; not until now.

Cheery, bubbly words escaped Martha in a soft voice. She looked back over her shoulder at Bruce, and he kissed her. Instead of the usual ravenous hunger, they shared a loving, passionate smooch. Ren groaned and reached to touch himself but couldn't. He thought he would feel some kind of humiliation, yet it didn't make itself known.

Looking in on the happy couple, knowing that it could have been him and Martha, turned Ren on more than he would like to admit. And he never would…except to the two in front of him. Bruce proved that he was the superior man for her with every action. The latest, his impregnation of her, only added to the sincerity of the current sight.

The chance that Ren had for that to be him with Martha passed him by the second he asked to see her with another man. Ever since then, she had been set upon the path to ditch him and go with someone far better than he. He had no one to blame but himself, yet the tension in his chest only brought him perverse pleasure.

Both Bruce and Martha took shots at Ren and put him in his place. They appeared to take joy in mocking and belittling him. He, of course, did as well. That kind of person wouldn't do to be her husband, the father of her children. He had somewhere he belonged, and they all reinforced it. Yet where did he fit in this picture?

Ren let out a shaky breath. In this future, he took Bruce's spot as the add-on to the relationship. If he was called on at all after this. However, unlike Bruce, Ren would never work his way up and back into Martha's heart. He would forever remain an outsider, an afterthought. Would that really be all right?

Blood rushed south, and Ren's penis throbbed. Yes. He didn't care. Having Martha stolen away from him by a man so much his superior turned him on more than anything—he couldn't deny it. The simple thought almost made him cream his pants in an instant. While he wanted to hold onto her in some fashion, him losing all control and relevance thrilled him.

Martha pulled away from Bruce, breaking their kiss. She smiled up at him before settling back down, head on the pillow. The love and adoration in her eyes pierced right through Ren. His breath caught in his throat, and he tensed up. Part of him feared that she would see his erection, yet she paid him no mind. The fact that he didn't exist to her broke him, but he came.

"Ren?" Martha's sweet, concerned voice cut through the orgasmic bliss running rampant through him. "Ren, are you listening?"

Fear spiked through Ren, and his hands shot down to cover his crotch. The familiar trappings of their living room came back into focus, but the image of a pregnant Martha in Bruce's strong, protective arms burned into his vision. She grabbed Ren's arm, holding him firm but gentle. He turned his head and found her staring right at him.

"Is everything all right?" Martha asked, cuddling up, her softness squishing against Ren.

Ren shook his head. How could he ever tell Martha that he imagined her marrying Bruce and carrying his child while kicking him to the curb…and that it excited him? "Yeah, I'm fine." He relaxed and sank back into her and the couch's embrace. A small tent poked up beneath his palm.

Concern darkened Martha's face. "Okay. You zoned out for a while there. I thought I did something wrong."

"No, you didn't." Ren hooked his arm around Martha and drew her closer. He rested his head on her shoulder. "Sorry I worried you."

"It is all right." Nuzzling against Ren, Martha let out a little sigh and tugged on his sleeve. "I will take Bruce off the guest list."

Bruce. Martha used his real name and not the 'Master' she always addressed him as during their play. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. He wouldn't do anything, but if you would rather he not be present, then I won't refuse. It is our day after all." To Ren's surprise, Martha sounded genuine. Of course, only in his imagination did she do anything close to betraying him—she loved him, and he her.

"Thanks," Ren blurted out, and his eyes shot wide. He didn't want to exclude Bruce, he wanted to include him, expand his role. Yet, somehow, he couldn't bring himself to say so. Instead, he played the part of the reluctant soon-to-be husband.

With a squeeze, Martha untangled herself from Ren. "I am going to go start dinner." She stood and flashed him a smile. "I hope you'll join me."

Ren nodded and grinned up at Martha. "Of course. I'll be right there."

As Martha walked away, Ren reached for his phone. They had to have Bruce at their wedding, yet he failed to express that to Martha. He didn't know why he struggled; there was no reason to. She invited him—it wasn't like Ren had to convince her. The hard part had already happened without him, and he wanted to make their special day even more special.

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Chapter 4: Submission

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Today was the day.

Ren breathed deep. Everything had been such a blur, his attention fluttering this way and that. His heart pounded in his chest. Despite Martha's constant reassurance, he thought the whole thing might come crashing down, the rug pulled out from under him, at any moment. He longed for this for so long, he couldn't believe it was real.

Voices sounded near him, drawing Ren's focus back to the event at hand. The priest delivered his spiel. In no time at all, Ren and Martha would be officially wed. His breathing became more frantic at the thought. He fidgeted with his finger in anticipation of the ring to adorn it. A smile spread across his face, and he looked over at his soon-to-be wife.

Martha beamed at Ren, and his heart skipped a beat. Her long, flowing hair fanned down behind her, shining in the warm overhead lights. Adoration shone in her gorgeous eyes. His gaze drifted down, unable to help himself. An intricate pattern swirled about her white wedding dress. Below her neck, not a single inch of skin remained exposed, save for the large window at her back.

A sheer, almost see-through veil cascaded down on either side of Martha's head. Blue and pale flowers adored it, somehow staying in place. The frilly choker she wore reminded him of the collars she wore for Bruce. A shiver ran down his spine. Gloves covered up her hands and ran up her arms, hidden by the sleeves of her gown.

The bouquet Martha held crinkled as she, too, shifted around in nervousness. Ren took solace in the fact that she felt the same as him. Of course she did. However, he couldn't help but worry now and again. He didn't deserve her. She would chide him for the thought, yet she also went to Bruce any chance she got.

Ren glanced out over the crowd gathered to witness their wedding. His gaze snapped right to where Bruce sat. Martha hadn't seen him before the ceremony, but Ren had. To no surprise, Bruce had his eyes on her and didn't pay Ren any mind. Inferiority began to seep into Ren as images of his fantasies flitted through his mind.

"Now for the rings," the priest said, snapping Ren out of his head and sinking thoughts.

Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Ren took the outstretched ring. Martha's beautiful eyes met his, and she held her gloved hand out for him. He took it, giving it a tiny squeeze, before slipping the proof of his love onto her finger. She smiled down and then up at him. Butterflies swirled in his stomach. He couldn't believe this was happening.

Martha did the same to Ren, adorning his digit with his ring. The cool metal sent a chill through him. Their hands came together, joining as one. His heart beat out of control, and his breath caught in his throat. Excitement shone on her face, and his smile broadened. Her presence always soothed him and made him oh so happy that she loved him.

"Ren, do you take Martha to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage?" Ren only heard the priest in the vaguest manner, focused on Martha's gorgeous face. "Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?"

Nervousness fluttered through Ren, and he squeezed Martha's hands. "I do."

"Martha, do you take Ren to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Martha said, staring into Ren's eyes.

"Ren and Martha, you have expressed your love to one another through the commitment and promises you have just made." Every one of Ren's promises whizzed through his mind, especially the non-public ones. "It is with these in mind that I pronounce you man and wife."

Elation filled Ren, yet he felt like an impostor. Martha loved him and wished to marry him, but he was no man. Not compared to someone like Bruce. That didn't matter to anyone here but him, Martha, and Bruce himself. However, Ren's feelings of inadequacy bubbled up, nonetheless. The whole ceremony seemed a sham, more so with all the promises he made to Bruce.

"You have kissed a thousand times, maybe more." Far more than Bruce and Martha, but they appeared keen on making an effort to catch up. "But today the feeling is new. No longer simply partners and best friends, you have become partners and can now seal the agreement with a kiss."

"Today, your kiss is a promise." The priest smiled, and Ren imagined he recognized the secret they held. "You may now kiss the bride."

Ren shook his head, banishing all other thoughts. Martha smiled down at him. A tear streamed out the cover of her eye, but she didn't dare remove her hands from his to wipe it away. Joy bloomed within him, and he leaned in. She followed suit, bending to accommodate him. In a moment, they would be joined together for real.

Soft warmth pressed to Ren's lips, and all his worries melted away. He gave into Martha, kissing her deeper as if they were alone. Clapping broke out from the guests, but he ignored them. All that mattered to him was in front of him. She was his entire world, and he would do everything in his power to make her happy.

They pulled back, breaking their passionate smooch. Martha grinned, the faintest bit of crimson flushing her cheeks. Heat flared in his, and he imagined he looked the same. Not exactly the manliest reaction, but he couldn't help it. She squeezed his hands and drifted closer. The priest rambled off some other stuff, yet Ren didn't catch a word of it.

Martha winked at Ren before releasing her grasp. She gestured with her chin, and he drew himself up. He straightened his shoulders, fought down any nervousness, and presented his arm to her. Without hesitation, she slipped hers into the crook and pulled herself close. Her touch sent a spike of elation through him, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

Taking the first step together as man and wife, they headed down the aisle. Guests stood on either side of them, clapping and giving their congratulations. A few of them shot Ren the odd expression when he panned over them, but he ignored them. This wasn't the time for his hang-ups. Martha loved him, and they were wed after all this time.

Voices filled the vast room, rising to a cacophonous pitch. Martha spoke to some of her friends from the hospital while Ren remained beside her, acting as the loving, dutiful husband. They laughed and carried on. He nodded and smiled here and there to keep up appearances, but he didn't make much of an effort to listen to what they said.

Ren instead focused on something else. He hadn't seen Bruce since the ceremony, and he knew the man would want to make an appearance to congratulate them with that sly grin of his. Ren and Martha might be bound by marriage now, but Bruce still owned her. The thought of him stealing away his newlywed wife sent a thrill through him.

Movement jostled Ren and dragged him out of his brooding. "Ren," Martha said, flashing him a glance. "This is Naomi from the hospital."

A woman an inch taller than Martha, and several more than Ren, stood there, hands tucked in front of her. Her smile diminished as he met her gaze, but she brought it back up. Naomi was one of Martha's coworkers to whom he never had been introduced. He heard about her quite a bit, but he never expected her to be so…standoffish.

Suppressing his worries, Ren extended his hand to Naomi. "Nice to meet you, Naomi. Martha's told me all about you."

Hesitance flickered across Naomi's face. She took Ren's offer and shook, but her grip was slack, reluctant. "I'm sure she has. She talks a lot about you, too."

Embarrassment flushed Ren's cheeks. "Ah, sorry about that."

Martha grabbed ahold of Ren's left arm with both of hers, pulling him close. Her breasts squished against him, and her hair teased his face. "You have nothing to apologize for, honey." His eyes shot open. This was the first time she called him that in front of anyone other than Bruce. "Naomi is just kidding. She's always like that."

"I'm surprised you managed to tie her down." A smirk curled Naomi's lips. "She always has so much energy. I never figured one man would be enough for her." Martha tensed up beside Ren, and his breath caught in his throat. Did she tell Naomi?

"Ren is more than enough for me," Martha said, shifting closer to him. Her body heat seeped into him and soothed his anxiousness. "He's the love of my life."

Naomi raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. She opened her mouth to say something, but more people came, seeking the attention of the lovely bride. "Looks like you got some other people that demand your attention. I'll see you later." She leaned in close to Ren, her voice little more than a whisper. "Good luck, little guy. You're going to need it."

"See you, Naomi. Have fun." If Martha heard Naomi, she didn't show it. However, a frown spread across Ren's face as the other woman walked away. Did everyone think so little of him? "Something the matter, Ren?"

Ren shook his head. He didn't want to ruin the day for Martha no matter what. "No. I just…" he drew in a long, deep breath, "never mind."

Martha's hand found Ren's, fingers interlocking. "Don't worry about her. She's a bit cold at first, but she'll warm up eventually." He peeked up at her, and a sheepish smile graced her beautiful lips. "Her humor is always…blunt, though."

"It's fi—"

"Martha," a short, stocky woman called. She threw her arms around Martha and wrenched her away from Ren. Martha shot him an apologetic expression before greeting the newcomer.

Anxiousness bubbled up, getting the better of Ren. He squeezed Martha's hand. "I'll go get us some more drinks."

"Okay." Martha leaned in and planted a loving kiss on Ren's cheek.

Ren strode away from Martha to the chattering of her friend. He didn't know how she did it—be the center of attention like this. Everything going on, all these people, made him want to disappear. However, like all other things, all he did, he did for her. A bit of a walk, a break, would do him good.

Bits of random conversation struck Ren as he passed by standing and sitting guests. Some gave him gestures or verbal congratulations but oh so many more ignored him, wrapped up in their own little worlds. He didn't mind. While he longed to marry Martha ever since he fell for her, this event was more for her and the people attending than for him.

"I've seen them together before," a woman at a table said to the others around her. "But I always thought she was just toying with him."

"I know, right?" another exclaimed, getting animated. "She's so beautiful, but he's so…"

Noise cut off the woman's words before Ren heard her finish. His heart hammered in his chest, and he breathed hard. Of course that's what people thought. Even at his wedding. No one appeared to think that he was good enough for Martha. He had always longed to prove them wrong, shielded by the fact she loved him, but he only ended up proving them more right than they would ever know.

Humiliation burned deep, but blood flowed south. The last thing Ren wanted to do was become erect here and now because of some cutting words. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't suppress the sensations. His mind filled in the blanks with Martha's voice mocking him while Bruce did what he never could.

"I shouldn't be saying this now, but I can't help it." She leaned in as if to whisper, but she must have had a bit too much to drink already. Ren heard her loud and clear. "You see it, too, right?"

A tentative expression came over the woman's companion. She nodded. "Yeah, but it's her decision. He seems like a sweet enough guy, but…"

Once again, before the final nail struck home, other noises, voices drowned out what the woman was about to say. Ren languished, slowing his pace. He yearned to hear what they said about him, but it wasn't meant to be. Feelings of inadequacy began to bubble back up. One of his hands glided down to his crotch to cover himself. Not that it was necessary.

The shame seared Ren to the core, yet he grew more and more turned on at the prospect of everyone here belittling him. If only they knew. A jolt of excitement ran through him. What if Martha went up to the microphone and announced to all their guests that he was her cute, little cuckold? That she received his permission to fuck another man?

Ren's penis twitched in his dress pants. He groaned, the thought proving too much for him. Martha wouldn't expose him like that, would she? Of course not…perhaps if he begged her to. He shook his head. No. His perversions shouldn't interfere with their beautiful day. She deserved him at his best despite her delighting in mocking him for it.

"I always thought she'd go for someone taller," another voice ripped Ren from his brooding as he swayed to a stop at the bar.

Several people crowded the two servers, so Ren waited. He couldn't help but overhear them. "There are so many more fitting guys here," drunken words slurred. "He must make a lot of money."

The second woman leaned in toward the first. "He—" She caught sight of Ren out of the corner of her eye. "Ah, the lucky groom. Looking for a drink?" Before he answered, she pivoted and grabbed two new glasses of champagne and presented them to him. "Here. You'd best get back to that gorgeous wife of yours before someone steals her away." A giggle escaped her.

"Thanks," Ren said, taking the pair and spinning away from the women. They returned to their chatter, no doubt making remarks at his expense.

Resisting the urge to drink, Ren waited until he moved back to Martha. A couple smiled and bowed to her, turning away to leave her alone. She peeked over her shoulder and caught sight of him. A smile spread across her face, and she met him halfway. The simple blessing of her presence eased his mind.

"Thank you, Ren." Martha took her glass and pushed the rim to her lips. She drank a quarter of the small beverage. "This is pretty exhausting."

Without hesitation, Ren slipped his arm around Martha's waist and pulled her in close. Her heat weighed heavy on him. "I know, but I'm glad to have this day with you."

"Me, too." Martha held up her hand, showing off her glinting ring. "We've both been dreaming of this day for so long. I can't believe it finally happened."

All of the concerns and worries Ren had melted away as he basked in Martha's beautiful love. "Martha, I—"

"Oh," Martha blurted out, going rigid at Ren's side.

Bruce broke through the crowd, shooting both of them a smirk. He wore a sharp, tailored maroon suit. It ran close to the frame of his sculpted body, displaying his hidden muscles the slightest bit. Martha's fingers dug into Ren as her gaze stared dead ahead at Bruce. Her breath turned ragged—he couldn't blame her.

"Congratulations, you two," Bruce said as he approached, he clasped Ren's right shoulder with one of his big, meaty hands, the weight causing him to flinch and sink. "You look great together." The unspoken "but not as good as with me," rang in Ren's mind.

Martha glanced down at the floor. "T-thank you." Ren expected her to call Bruce master, yet she restrained herself. "I'm glad you think so." Something was off; she may call him master, but she held her own with him…while pushing Ren down.

"Why wouldn't I?" A grin quirked the corner of Bruce's mouth. "The ceremony was beautiful." He released Ren's shoulder and gestured to Martha. "Come here."

To Ren's surprise, Martha didn't jump at Bruce's command. Instead, she lingered near Ren. Her eyes flicked from the floor to Ren to Bruce. He nodded, and she untangled her arm from him. Bruce wrapped around her, pulling her tight without any restraint as he had so many times before. Ren's heart leapt into his throat.

Part of Martha's hesitation melted away, in the arms of the man who brought her untold pleasure. As they hugged, one of Bruce's hands drifted lower and lower. He grabbed a handful of her left asscheek and squeezed. A surprised noise eked out of her, and he eased back from her. His thick fingers glided across her backside and waist.

Martha shot Bruce a frown, confusing Ren. While they had been playful with one another both in and out of the bedroom, Ren hadn't seen her give him that kind of look since their first encounter when he pushed her boundaries. Confusion flitted through him. However, he didn't try to push the subject. Not right now. He would find out later.

"I'll leave you two to have your day." Bruce winked at Ren. "You know where to find me if you want to make this day even more special." He turned from them, heading back off somewhere in the hall.

As Bruce disappeared, Martha spun around to meet Ren. She didn't say a word, but she took his hand and pulled him away. A small section of the room stood empty, save for some decorative flowers. The two of them slipped into the void. He stared up at her, confused, and a nervous expression passed over her face.

"I'm sorry about him, Ren. I should have told him not to do anything, but I just..." That wasn't like Martha. She took great satisfaction in showing Ren that Bruce owned her.

Ren took Martha's hands in his and gave her a comforting squeeze. Their eyes locked. "It's all right, Martha. I asked him to be here."

The corner of Martha's mouth quirked up. She leaned in for what Ren expected to be a kiss, but she brushed her lips against his ear instead. "Him grabbing my ass in front of you on our wedding day where anyone could see made me a little…wet." Her teeth grazed his earlobe and tugged. She pulled back, grinning.

Blood rushed south, and Ren bucked. The fact that Martha became aroused because of another man before their wedding events were over thrilled him. His chest rose and fell as his breathing turned labored. She continued to grin at him, knowing what ran through his head. There was, however, one big thing she didn't know.

"I see it makes you excited." Martha came closer to Ren, placing her hands on his arms. "I have an amazing night planned for us after this is all over. Just the two of us." She planted a tender, loving kiss on his lips.

Ren's eyes shot wide. Part of him was surprised that Martha wanted to do anything sexual with only the two of them. She had no qualms with denying him and indulging Bruce in recent times. Of course, while she plotted a night for only them, he had made his plans. He desired to treat her right, how she deserved.

Squeezing Martha's hand, Ren pecked her on the cheek. "I can't wait."

The door cracked open, and Ren pressed Martha into their home. It was far later than he anticipated, yet that didn't change a thing. The rest of the reception had been uneventful, minus a few overheard remarks and odd stares. He pushed them all from his mind. Anxiety and anticipation filled him—he couldn't wait to unveil his surprise.

Martha stepped ahead of Ren, almost skipping. She appeared rather excited about whatever she had planned for the evening. A pang of guilt flitted through him even though she would love what he had in store. That desire, thrill guided him. His penis grew hard at the thought of what was about to happen.

A surprised noise escaped Martha, and she stopped in her tracks. Ren smirked and swept up beside her. Bruce stood in their living room, wearing his suit from the wedding. He cracked a grin at both of them, yet he focused on her. She stared at him. Confusion and sadness flickered across her face. Ren placed a hand on the small of her back.

"What is this?" Martha asked, turning her gaze to Ren. "I thought it was just going to be us tonight."

Ren swallowed. Nervousness bubbled up in his gut. Did he make a mistake? No, he just caught Martha off guard because he didn't say anything about Bruce being here to her beforehand. Teasing Ren and Bruce's sexual superiority pleased her to no end. Once she realized what he intended, she would adore it.

"I know that you wouldn't get anything out of it," Ren took Martha's hands in his, staring up into her gorgeous eyes, "and I wanted to make today more special." He bit his lip and glanced at Bruce. Heat flushed his cheeks. "So, I asked Bruce to come by and treat you like I never could."

"You promised him that he could have me on our wedding night, but I thought that was just part of the play." Disbelief continued to play in Martha's expression, yet Ren spotted the glee hidden beneath.

Nervous laughter bubbled out of Ren, and he squeezed Martha. "It had been but…"

"Oh." A smile spread across Martha's face, curling her lips.

"Yeah," Ren nodded, letting go of Martha, "I want you to enjoy yourself."

The floor creaked, and Bruce came up beside Martha. He clapped her ass with his massive hand, and she let out a little yelp. "Don't act like you won't enjoy it, too, Mr. Fiancé." A smirk quirked his mouth. "Or, I guess I should say, Mr. Husband."

Mockery played in Bruce's voice while he fondled Martha. Ren bucked, unable to hold back. He didn't need to hide the fact that he was turned on or what triggered it. A tiny little tent pitched in the front of his dress pants. Her gaze flicked down, and she smiled at him. Oh, how all the waiting would be worth it.

"Let's get you out of this dress."

Without hesitating, Bruce glided his hands up toward the back of Martha's neck. He grabbed the veil she still wore and tossed it on the nearby table. The ribbons from her rider outfit remained in her hair. She held still, used to him taking control while feeling up her body. Ren stood there, frozen, awaiting Bruce's dominance of her.

Bruce undid the single clasp holding Martha's ensemble together. The silky article slackened and slumped. She rolled her shoulders as he guided her sleeves down her arms. More and more of her soft, smooth flesh appeared. Corset-style frilly white lingerie that Ren had never seen before came into view, cupping her ample breasts.

As the thick, shiny material pooled around Martha's ankles, Ren took in the sight of the rest of her attire. Tiny, frilled sections of what looked like skirts rested on her hips where her skimpy panties thinned. A long bow attached to her waistband above her backside. Delicate pale leggings ran up her shapely legs, stopping at midthigh.

Bruce let out a whistle, allowing his eyes, and hands, to wander all over Martha. "That's some fancy lingerie. Did he tell you today was a special occasion?"

Martha shook her head, cheeks flushed crimson. Her nipples stood on end through the thin material of her underwear. "He didn't tell me anything. I wore it for him, but…" Her gaze snapped to Ren's, and she flashed him an impish smile. "You'd rather Master enjoy it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," Ren said, nodding. "He deserves something so sexy, not me."

Elation brightened Martha's face, and she leaned into Bruce's embrace. Ren didn't need to see his hand to know where it rested. "You really don't mind? I thought you might like it, but I guess you'd rather watch me with Master than enjoy it yourself." A soft moan eked out of her. "Is that true, honey?"

Ren's mouth went dry. He attempted to speak, to assert his approval, yet only a pathetic squeak came out. Bruce smirked and shook his head while Martha groaned and bit her lip. She wanted him to say it, but he couldn't. Even something as simple as giving her over to Bruce on their wedding night proved too much stimulation for him.

Instead of speaking, Ren stepped forward and took Martha's hands. She didn't resist or bat him away and neither did Bruce. He understood what Ren had planned—he wouldn't do anything to interfere. Confusion shone on her face, but she didn't say a word. Once she learned of his plan, she wouldn't have any further reservations.

Ren led Martha to the back door, opening it. Lined-up torches formed a pathway toward a large, flower-adored altar near the back of the lawn. Three men sat in a handful of chairs brought out for the ceremony while one stood at the head. They all wore suits to match Bruce's, and their dark skin glowed in the flickering flames.

All of them rose and smiled at the trio as they entered the yard. Martha let out a surprised gasp and flinched backward. Her hands came up to cover herself, but Ren shook his head. He gave her a comforting squeeze and gestured for her to follow him. Despite a moment of hesitation, she did as he wished.

Martha glanced at all the gentlemen, friends of Bruce—John, Tom, Dom, and Jax. While they didn't all mirror Bruce's tall muscular build, they still possessed many traits that Ren could never live up to. They all towered over him when standing, including Dom, the shortest of the group. Sex appeal oozed from every one of them, amplified by fitting Martha's growing preference in men.

Expensive-looking jewelry glinted in the torchlight on each man. Necklaces, studs, a nose ring, and rings adorned them. Ren would never consider buying one of the pieces, they were out of his league, let alone any combination. He wondered if Bruce lent them some just to toy with Ren's insecurity and inadequacy, but he believed they all outclassed him on their own.

Four pairs of eyes focused on Martha as she passed by them. Tom leaned to the side, craning his neck. There was no doubt what he gawked at. Jax stood rigid, staring at her, eyes wide. Ren imagined he looked the same the first time he witnessed Martha's beauty. Dom licked his lips as his gaze traveled up and down her body, taking in skin and lingerie alike. John nodded to himself, grinning, as they came closer and closer to him.

Tom sported a close shave with a soul patch while John had some medium-length locs with a clean-shaven face. Both Jax and Dom had short curls, yet Jax grew a short beard and Dom a goatee. They flashed Ren a smile despite a half-naked Martha walking beside him. He wilted under their intense gazes and gripped her hand tighter.

Uncertainty played in Martha's eyes, but a sense of wonder and hunger burned within them. Ren couldn't blame her. Anxiousness bubbled up, and butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He hoped she would enjoy what he had planned. Of course she would but…if one bull brought her so much joy and pleasure, what would a whole group of them be able to do?

Ren grew harder. How could he not, surrounded with the very real prospect that they would soon mob Martha? He wanted her to have more ecstasy than ever before, for their special day to be all the more special. Surrendering her to Bruce in one final act of loyal cuckoldry caused his heart to hammer in his chest.

Martha squeezed Ren's hand, and his gaze snapped to her. She smiled at him, and happiness swelled inside him. No doubt she experienced the same delight at the implications of what the night held for them both. Seeing her so happy, so excited only rendered him all the more certain that he made the right decision.

"It's about time the happy couple arrives," John —the priest for their second ceremony—said with a big, expressive smile. His eyes never met Ren's. "Let's get this show on the road."

Bruce stepped to one side of John, and Martha and Ren to the other. Heavy breaths escaped her as Ren stood beside her, eager and ready. While he had arranged this, he left the finer details up to Bruce and his friends. The less Bruce told him, the more excitement Ren would gain out of the whole thing. He couldn't wait.

Holding out his arms, John gestured for Bruce and Martha to step closer in front of him. They cooperated, and Bruce places his hands on her hips. She doesn't shy away from his touch despite their audience. Ren shrank, his body twisting to hide his meager boner. They all knew he was small and a cuck, yet he did so anyway.

John grinned, glancing at Ren before returning his attention to the gorgeous couple. Martha and Bruce looked spectacular together, their contrasting skin tones adding to the blissful image. "Bruce, do you take Martha to be your bonded servant, to devote your life to cucking her weak, small husband?" Ren's breath turned more and more ragged, desperate.

"Do you promise to provide for her, shower her with expensive gifts, fuck her, and give her all the pleasure she deserves but cannot receive from her poor excuse of a man?" John shot Ren a mocking smirk. Embarrassment rose, he wasn't used to anyone experiencing his shame except for Martha and Bruce, yet the added humiliation increased his desires. "To keep her exquisite pussy satisfied with your big black cock and away from that pale quick-shot for as long as you both shall live?"

Bruce grabbed a handful of Martha's ass, and she yelped, rising onto her tiptoes. Ren's heart leapt into his throat. "I do."

"Martha," Ren suppressed the urge to rush to her side, hanging back behind her and gawking at Bruce's fingers digging into her semi-exposed asscheek, "do you take Bruce to be your sexual master, to surrender yourself to his will?" She nodded along as John spoke, and agony lanced Ren. He held no illusions that Bruce didn't own her but seeing her so excited and agreeable shocked him with regret and anticipation.

"Do you promise to serve him, please him, honor and worship him like no other, for he is richer, bigger, and sexier than your poor little husband, forsaking and cucking him to be faithful only to your master, for as long as you both shall live?" Everything John said was true, things Martha said or agreed to in the past, yet hearing it said by another sent a thrill down Ren's spine.

"I do," Martha said without hesitation, falling deeper into Bruce's embrace. Ren's meager penis jumped.

Laughter bubbled out of John, but he turned to Ren with a big, amused grin. "Ren," tension shot through him, causing him to go rigid in more than his pants, "do you take Martha to be your keeper, to live for no other purpose but to make her happy?" He could do nothing but do everything within his power to give her anything she needed even if he wasn't the one to do it.

"Do you promise to love her, care for her, relinquish your ability to have any kind of sex unless she allows, for pleasure and shame, in agony and bliss, and forsaking your self-respect to become her sweet, little cuck for as long as you both shall live?" Listening to each listed promise and declaration made Ren shiver. He wanted nothing else.

Ren swallowed down the lump in his throat as his erection twitched out of control. He thought him saying yes might make him cum. Nodding, he centered himself. "I do." Delight and shame surged through him, and a pathetic little noise escaped him.

Mocking laughter rose from the handful of audience members, who Ren forgot about. He glanced at them, and they all sat, legs spread wide, to show off what they had to offer. Images of what they were packing and what they would do to Martha flitted through his mind. If they were half the man Bruce was, tonight would be quite special indeed.

"Bring forward the rings," John said, gesturing to Bruce's best man, Dom.

Dom, almost as tall, handsome, and strong as Bruce stood and produced a small, polished wood box. He approached the altar and the trio, popping it open. A pair of shining rings sat beside one another. The diamond on Martha's was many times larger and clear than anything Ren hoped to manage to provide. However, the third object drew his attention.

Tiny and flat, a steel chastity cage as minuscule as the bands awaited Ren. He twitched at the thought of being locked away, unable to become hard and show off his lacking, humiliating erection. Bruce didn't tell him about it, but it didn't surprise him. An excited expression came over Martha's face, and she flashed a smirk at Ren.

Bruce squeezed Martha's ass before slipping away. He reached into the box and fished out the first band. She let out an aroused breath, shivering, and presented her delicate hand. The ring from her and Ren's ceremony earlier remained. He expected Bruce, or her, to rip it from her finger, but neither did. Instead, they intended to show Bruce's dominance over Ren in yet another display.

The sign of their unity slid down Martha's slender digit until it bumped up against the previous one. Bruce's, once again, dwarfed Ren's in size and lavishness. Self-consciousness seeped into him, and shame seared him to his core. If he cared about her as much as he claimed, he should have bought something bigger, better. Of course, she had Bruce to provide for her now.

Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks as Bruce drew back. She followed his lead, adoring his ring finger. The silvery band stuck out in sharp contrast to his dark skin. Ren's breath caught in his throat as she moved for the last object. Taking the unlocked cage, she spun to face him. His eyes met hers for a brief moment, but they snapped down to what she carried.

Martha sank to her knees before Ren, and he bucked. She didn't intend to suck him or jerk him off, but he couldn't stop the image from flashing in his mind. Disapproval came over her face as she stared at the tiny tent he pitched. She curled her fingers and flicked him through the thin material. Pain jolted, and he groaned.

"Bad, Mr. Penis." Martha glared at Ren's crotch, and he began to wilt. How could he go against her wishes? "How am I supposed to put this nice cage on you if you're so hard?"

Ren squeaked out a shameful, meek apology, which she ignored. Instead, she unzipped his pants. His little dick poked out of the silky fabric, the cool, sharp bits of the zipper teasing his meager length. Shivers ran down his spine as she pressed the cool metal of the chastity device on his skin. In spite of his desire to remain erect, his boner shrank to obey her.

"Good boy," Martha said, glancing up at Ren. Her fingers worked, and she slipped the miniature cage around his pathetic manhood. The cold, the confines—despite his small size—delighted and embarrassed him. She closed it with a resounding click and smiled up at him.

The weight tugged at Ren. He shifted, uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything. If Martha wanted to keep him locked, he wouldn't push back. She rose, puffing out her chest as she did so. Her almost spilling-out breasts came within millimeters of brushing against him yet never did. Excitement filled him, and she beamed down at him.

"You didn't have to go so far, honey. The vows, the wedding," Martha placed her hand on Ren's caged junk and bounced it in her palm, "this. It's all so much."

Ren swallowed down the tiny fraction that told him he made a mistake and lost himself in Martha's gorgeous, vibrant eyes. "But you really like it."

Martha shied away from Ren's intense gaze, her cheeks flushing red. "I do." A broad smile spread across her face as she slipped the key into her bra. "You know me so well, honey."

Elation brightened Martha's loving expression. As she rose her fingers trailed along Ren's caged member and up his abdomen. Hunger burned in her eyes while she grinned more than ever before. His submission, desire to make her happy, succeeded far more than he hoped. If this happiness was a result of what he did, he couldn't be happier.

John gestured, and Martha turned her attention away from Ren and back to Bruce. However, she took hold of one of Ren's hands as she did so. He squeezed her, and she returned the gesture. Excitement surged through him, yet his new confines made it impossible for him to grow erect. He strained against it, but it didn't yield.

"I now pronounce you master and servant," John said, a big grin on his face as he glanced at Ren. He shifted back to the happy couple. "You may now kiss your woman."

Bruce wrapped his arms around Martha's waist, one hand dipping down to her backside, and pulled her close. She let out a little yelp as he yanked her forward. Ren lurched with the forceful motion but neither of them dared to release the other. Bruce leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, which she reciprocated without hesitation.

A muffled moan eked out of Martha as she a Bruce kissed. Her body folded and melted against his, and his thick, dark fingers sank into her supple, pale flesh. Ren squirmed beside them as he held hands with her. Her grip began to slacken, yet she didn't relent. He may have given her over to Bruce, but she didn't want to be rid of him.

Blood continued to flow south, but, thanks to the cage, it resulted in nothing more than discomfort. Ren stood there, tux with his pants down around his ankles, while Martha and Bruce sealed their arrangement. He already owned her, but this signified to others their relationship. Even if only a handful of people.

Pulling back, Bruce broke their deep, passionate kiss. Martha craned her neck and rose on her tiptoes, trying in desperation to remain connected to him for as long as possible. Ren twitched and dug his nails into the palm of her hand. She glanced over her shoulder at him, eyes glazed over in adoration and lust. He was lucky to see such an expression on his beloved's gorgeous face.

"All right," John clapped his hands together, "I would ask all guests to follow us to the bedroom to witness the first night of our newly-bonded friends here." He turned from Bruce to Martha and gestured forward. "Let's have some fun."

Bruce grabbed Martha's left hand while Ren held firm to her right. She didn't try to wrench out of his grip, so he shimmied up next to her. His pants caught around his ankles, and the other men laughed. Giggling sounded, and his cheeks burned. She waited for him as he drew his slacks back up and slipped his fingers between hers.

The three of them proceeded back into the house. Guests stood as they approached, clapping for them. Martha shied away from their leering gazes, but her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. No doubt if Ren looked, he would see the crotch of her panties stained with arousal. He continued to strain against his cage, all the things that might happen tonight flitting through his mind.

In no time at all, they entered and swept through the house to the bedroom. Martha gripped Ren's hand tighter, and he peeked up at her. She smiled at him, anticipation and lust burning in her eyes. He mirrored her excitement, only he wasn't going to have her. She belonged to Bruce on their wedding night.

Bruce, Martha, and Ren stopped at the foot of the bed, their backs to it. The other four men followed them in, taking up positions opposite them. Ren glanced at all of them, once again noting how they outclassed him. A shiver ran down his spine. Would they want to do something more than just watch?

"Let's see what you guys get up to in here," Tom, said with a big smirk.

Martha peeked over at Bruce, and he nodded. She squeezed Ren's hand one last time before slipping away from him. The emptiness, the lack of warmth sent a spike of regret through him, yet it was for the better. She grabbed the waistband of his pants and yanked them down. Instead of his tiny member flopping out, the brand-new metal cage came into view, shining.

To Ren's surprise, Martha produced the key from her bra. He figured she would keep him locked away the entire time. Although, that wouldn't be a true display of what they do together. He flinched as she took ahold of his caged manhood and popped it open. The pressure, the discomfort vanished, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Rather than hang around and tease Ren, Martha swept over to Bruce. They shared a look, and she licked her lips. She sank to her knees in front of him, tugging down his pants as she went. Unlike Ren, Bruce's cock sprang free of its confines. Before she wrangled him, his meaty dick slapped her in the face. She let out a giggle, and the other men laughed.

"What do you think, boys?" Bruce asked while Martha planted a loving, hungry kiss on the underside of his cockhead. "Who do you think will last the longest between me and Ren? Winner gets to fuck her with a condom."

"A condom? That's lame, man," Tom said, shaking his head. Dom elbowed him and gestured with his head to Ren's crotch. Ren shrank, but his rock-hard penis didn't. "Ah, fair enough."

"Not that he'll ever win," Jax mocked, smirking at Ren.

John flicked his hand out to Bruce as Martha rose to her feet. Crimson flushed her cheeks, but she didn't shy away from running her fingers up and down Bruce's considerable length. "Looks like Martha placed her bet. Can't argue with the missus."

The rest of the guys broke out into laughter, adding their agreement to the sentiment. Ren's shoulders slumped, but his heart raced, and his dick twitched. He shied away from the other men's gazes, yet he found Martha's. She smiled at him as she circled Bruce's cockhead with a delicate finger. Oh, how he wanted her to do that to him, too.

A heavy weight clasped Ren, and he let out a surprised, little noise. Bruce grinned at him, pressing down on him the slightest bit. "They all might have bet against you, but I believe in you, Mr. Cuck." Bruce winked and removed his hand.

Martha spun away from Bruce and skipped over to the nightstand. She opened the drawer, drew out two condoms—one of each of her husbands' sizes—and faced them, smiling. One by one, she slipped the packets into the cups of her corset, the top half peeking out amid her cleavage. A curl of her finger beckoned Ren and Bruce forward.

As the two of them approached, Martha drew the long-sleeved glove on her right off. Ren expected her to do the same to the other, but she didn't. Instead, she kept it on, smirking at him. Her bare fingers wrapped around Bruce's thickness, unable to close while she popped the one condom back out with her left. She tore the packaging with her teeth and pulled it out.

Ren's mouth moved. He wanted to say something, to protest, but only pathetic noises seeped out of him. Martha continued to beam down at him as she reached out to his little guy. The slickness of the rubber greeted the head of his member, and he groaned. She giggled and rolled the prophylactic down his meager length with several fingers around him. His tip didn't touch her palm.

"It's so twitchy, honey," Martha said. The smile drained from her face, and a frown replaced it. "And so small." Despite the disappointment she displayed, she leaned in and sniffed at his crotch. "I can barely smell your manliness even though I'm so close."

The men laughed, but Ren stared into Martha's judgmental eyes. She cupped his testicles, and they fit in her hand without any threat of issue. "These don't feel very heavy or full. Not that they would be able to impregnate me if given the chance with the weak semen they produce." She stuck her tongue out at him, winking.

Ren bucked, forcing Martha to wrap her gloved hand around his covered penis. She didn't try to pull away or stop him. Instead, she ran her hand down to the base of his dick and squeezed. A groan escaped him, and he squirmed under her forcefulness. Excitement and amusement played on her face, but she turned her attention from him.

While Martha teased Ren with short strokes, her other hand moved up and down Bruce's length with skilled grace. Bruce gestured for her to come closer, and she complied. She tugged on Ren, drawing him with her as she settled in front of her master. He didn't complain as long as she gave him something, anything. Even her gloved hand was too much for someone like him.

"It's so big, and hard, and black," Martha mused as she began to jerk Bruce off faster. Her fingers rippled and rolled his skin up and down the rigid shaft. The flared ridges of his cockhead squished beneath her ministrations. She twisted around him every couple of strokes. All the while, she little more than touched Ren—an afterthought.

Bruce clapped Martha on the ass, and she lurched toward him. His gaze stared down into her ample cleavage. "Which one do you like better?"

With a sigh, Martha spared Ren a half-hearted glance. "Is it any wonder, Master? I bet on you lasting longer than him."

"I want to hear it while you get on your knees." A quick squeeze, and Bruce's hand glided up Martha's back, fingertips playing along her spine.

Martha obeyed, kneeling. She didn't stop either of her ministrations, yet the hand servicing Ren slowed. He thrust despite everything telling him not to; he didn't need any extra stimulation, nor did he want to overstep his bounds. She didn't appear to care, her entire attention focused on the beast before her.

An excited, breathy noise eked out of Martha. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled Bruce's musky, manly scent. The corners of her mouth quirked up, and her actions quickened. Her palm ran up over the head of his cock, collecting the precum that beaded there. Glistening slickness coated his girthy length. Ren wished for similar treatment regardless of his worthiness.

Martha let out a pleased coo as she drifted toward Bruce's manhood. "Your scent is intoxicating, Master. It's almost too much for me; my head is spinning."

Bruce cracked a grin. "I'm still waiting for your answer."

"Oh." Martha shook her head, and her eyes fluttered open and closed. "Yours of course. I love him, but…" she turned her head to face Ren, a sad expression written all over her face, "look at him. He's throbbing so much with so little stimulation. He will probably cum soon."

Shame seared Ren to his core, yet he groaned, more excited than before. Listening to Martha mock his shortcomings while she stroked Bruce's far superior dick pushed all his buttons. A moan tumbled from his lips. It didn't matter that a couple layers separated him from her skin, he adored and savored anything she allowed him.

"I didn't expect much, but this is crazy," John said from the crowd.

"I mean, there's a reason he's like this." Dom shrugged, hunger burning in his eyes. "The quicker he finishes, the sooner we can have our fun."

Ren's jumped. They were serious about having a turn with Martha. If she had any reservations or heard them, she didn't show it. She was so intent on teasing Ren and warming Bruce up that she paid no attention to anything else. The happy grin on her face never vanished.

"That's it," Bruce coaxed, his fingers weaving into Martha's hair. "How about you show him what he can't have?"

A mischievous smirk curled Martha's mouth, and she leaned in toward Bruce. Ren's breath caught in his chest as her beautiful lips wrapped around his fat cockhead. An excited murmur rumbled out of her while a pleased one escaped Bruce. They worked so well together, knowing just what the other wanted. Ren wished he had the same chemistry with her.

Working slow and only taking the first couple inches inside, Martha blew Bruce. Her tongue peeked out here and there, overeager. Ren groaned and bucked into her fingers on his member. What had begun as little more than an idle stroke, whittled down to nothing more than a mild pinch between her index finger and thumb.

Martha continued to pump up and down the section of Bruce's length that she didn't blow. She suckled on the head, her jaw stretched almost to her limits. Even the smallest fraction of him filled her and gave her more to work with than all Ren had. He throbbed in her inadvertent ministrations, struggling to hold on.

Gorgeous eyes fluttered open and flicked over to Ren. He stared down into them, lost in Martha's actions. She started to bob her head faster and faster while slowing down her already trudging pace on him. His vision blurred, and his head spun. No matter how hard he tried to mitigate what she, this whole situation, did to him, he failed.

A squelch sounded as Martha twisted her grip and head. Bruce let a deep moan rumble out of him in approval and slipped his thick digits further into her hair. She didn't struggle or attempt to make him stop. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she would accept it with glee. Agony and excitement shot through Ren.

Heavy breaths escaped Ren as he attempted to not allow the arousal to overtake him. Teeth grinded, and he wasn't able to prevent the thrusting of his hips. Pleasure ran through him at pace with humiliation. Beside him, Bruce didn't appear affected at all in the slightest. All the while, Martha paid special attention to his entire cock.

Martha swallowed more of Bruce's daunting length. Her lips stretched around his massive girth until saliva dribbled out. Ren watched her take Bruce in all kinds of ways these past several months, but it never grew old. He twitched. Memories of what her blowjobs felt like flitted through him. She had denied him for so long, not that he blamed her.

Shivers ran through Ren, and he mewled. A whimper seeped out of him a moment later as Martha pinched his diminutive cockhead. He glanced at her eyes, and a wicked grin quirked the corners of her stretched mouth. She ran her teasing fingers up and down his member in the same, steady, unwavering method and pace.

"Martha," Ren whispered, humping at her hand. His penis throbbed, on the verge of losing what little semblance of control he had left.

Still, Martha didn't change her course of action—not speeding up or slowing down the tiniest bit. Frustration and agony burned in Ren's gut. He thought to grab her wrist and hurry her up to his pathetic, inglorious finish, but he stopped himself. If he did so, they might throw him out. There was no way he might win now, not that there was ever the slightest chance, but he longed to see what happened next.

Ren's breath turned more and more ragged as Martha continued to toy with him. She must have noticed his twitching because she increased the tempo of the ministrations she blessed Bruce with. Her head and hand moved quicker and quicker, and she devoured more of him. Every bit that disappeared pushed Ren closer and closer to the edge.

"Martha, I'm gonna…" A moan cut Ren off, and he held on for dear life.

Pulling back, inch after inch of Bruce's manhood glistened with Martha's saliva. Ren thought she might slip off the end to mock him, but she didn't need to. Instead, she ran up Bruce's slick shaft. She retracted her hand, leaving her thumb hooked underneath him, and waggled her slimy, naked fingers at Ren. Strands clung between them.

Unable to hold back, Ren thrust into Martha's flimsy embrace. He groaned as a thin streak of semen fired from his unimpressive penis. She flinched away from him despite her glove covering her skin as well as the condom. The tip of the rubber swelled the slightest bit at his climax. Another and another followed, losing vigor and thickness.

Ren writhed. Martha teased him with a couple more strokes as he burst. His body convulsed under the strain of his weak orgasm. The amount of bliss he received from her treating him as lesser, someone not worthy of her, got him off far harder than anything one might consider normal. Coupled with his diminutive frailness, he lacked the strength to perform.

A loud pop sounded. Bruce's cockhead popped out of Martha's mouth. Her hand didn't stop jerking him off, taking advantage of his entirety being free. She glanced from Bruce's cock, to Ren's dribbling dick, to his half-lidded gaze. A piteous expression came over her face, yet amusement shone in the back of her eyes.

"Honey," Martha huffed with faux annoyance and disappointment. Wet noises continued to come from her pumping hand. "I thought you would have lasted longer. I even gave you an advantage: the condom, my glove, and not using my mouth, and you still came first."

Shame seared Ren to his core. He knew that wasn't why Martha did those things—he didn't deserve her bare touch or mouth. Regardless, he blew before Bruce and lost the bet. His heart hammered in his chest. Bruce and his friends would have their way with her in front of him. Oh, how he couldn't wait.

"Looks like you lose, Mr. Cuck." Bruce flashed him a mocking grin. "Again. After she tried so hard for you, you failed her once more. It's a shame, but a bet's a bet, right?"

Ren nodded without hesitation. Martha side-eye him, the hints of a smirk quirking her lips. She smacked his semi-erect member, the tiny balloon at the tip wobbling with the motion. Discarding her glove, she took Bruce in both hands, holding him up and staring at his manhood with lustful adoration. She planted one more kiss on the 'V' on the underside of his cockhead and rose.

Martha's legs shook, but Bruce's massive, dark hands found her waist to steady her. She smiled as he grabbed two handfuls of her ass. Jealousy and embarrassment surged through Ren. She poked at Bruce's dick with playful motions and pulled out of his embrace. To Ren's surprise, he allowed her to go. She turned to him.

"Since you came so quickly, honey," Martha said, stepping closer to Ren, "in addition to watching Master take me on our wedding night, you're also going to be tied up to the bed, so you can't be naughty and cum anymore." Her mischievous smile broadened. "How does that sound?"

Ren's breath caught, and his heart leapt up into his throat. A sliver of him wanted to ask Martha not to tie him up, yet he couldn't speak. Instead, he nodded; not that she really needed his approval. Excitement flashed on her face and in her eyes, and she closed the gap between them. While she didn't press her body to his, she planted a peck of a kiss on his cheek.

As Ren stood there, dazed, Martha grabbed him by the hand. Warmth and wetness remained on his skin, seeping into him. The same lips that kissed and wrapped around Bruce's cock touched him, so chaste. His head spun. She tugged him along, guiding him toward the bed. He expected to be shoved off in the corner and forgotten, but it appeared she wanted him front and center for the upcoming show.

Martha patted the mattress and let go of Ren. He followed her silent command without hesitation, crawling up onto it. She whirled from him and retrieved some silky ropes. As she went about tying his wrists to the headboard, splayed, he spared a glance over at their guests. Bruce stood naked, his cock standing tall and proud. The others, all pitched tents in their thin dress pants rivaling his size.

Pulling away, Martha gave her handiwork a once over. "How's that, honey?"

Ren tested his new bonds. They didn't budge. "Perfect. You're incredible, Martha."

"Awww, you're so sweet." Martha leaned close, the tips of her fingers hovering near Ren's crotch. He bucked, attempting to meet her. She withdrew the instant he moved and made a tisk noise. "None of that. Just sit back and watch me have fun with Master and his friends."

The floor creaked as Martha retreated. Several men rushed forward. Ren's eyes shot wide as they surrounded her, Bruce taking the lead. Hands roamed all over her smooth, soft, pristine body. She let out giggles and moans as they groped her here and there, dark skin melding with her pale. Ren twitched, the bedsprings creaking.

Bruce grabbed Martha's chin and tilted her head back. Ren caught a glimpse of her hungry stare before Bruce moved in. Their lips pressed together while the others continued to tease her and toy with her. A muffled moan escaped her, and she stuck out her chest. Two hands, one on each breast, dipped down into her top, cupping her softness.

"You've got such an incredible body, Martha," John said, one hand in her bra whilst the other tugged at the thin straps of her panties. "It's a good thing Mr. Cuck doesn't want to keep you all to himself. For your and our sake."

"It would be a real shame if only he got to play with it." Tom swept in close to Martha, rubbing his clothed crotch on her backside.

Martha's hands opened and closed, lacking anything to do, but Tom and Jax snatched her wrists and drew her to their crotches. Groans and other noises of approval came from the group. Ren would only stand in the way if he wasn't tied down, yet he wished for a better view. Although, he didn't need one to know how excited she was at the center of all those men.

Zippers crinkled, and Ren's heart leapt up into his throat. He craned his neck to see, but Martha didn't whip their cocks out as he expected. Instead, she slipped into their pants and stroked them. The guys closed in around her, pressing their bodies to hers. Bruce pulled back and broke their kiss. A haziness clouded her features.

"That's it," Jax said, caressing Martha's rear. "Get a good feel."

Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks, but she didn't halt her ministration or ask them to stop theirs. "So big, and warm, and heavy. I've been with Master so many times, but you guys might need to go easy on me."

A clap rang out, and Martha let out a surprised noise, swaying forward into Bruce's chest. His dick pressed up against her abdomen. "If you've been with him, then you know that won't happen," Tom interjected as his fingers dipped into her panties. She whimpered.

"We're here to please," Dom grinned, "and get a little something out of it ourselves."

"A special day should end with something special, right?" John asked while continuing to fondle Martha.

Rather than rip Martha's underwear off, Bruce tugged it down. It pooled around her ankles. "She can take it. Let's show Mr. Cuck what he can never do." Affirmations rose from the other guys, and Ren held his breath, anxious and thrilled.

The men grew livelier, clamoring closer to Martha. She disappeared among them, and Ren let out a pathetic, little whimper. He wanted her to experience pleasures far beyond what he was capable of providing, yet he desired to see all of it. They would no doubt want to show off for him in no time, but, for now, he languished.

Clothing fell away, Martha's top, discarded onto the floor at the group's feet. She gasped with breathy moans as her suitor's hands covered every inch of soft, smooth, supple flesh. Ren managed to catch glimpses of her reactions—her reddening face, fluttering eyes, and gasping mouth. He bucked, penis throbbing with anticipation and desire.

"You don't have to be shy, girl," John said as he grabbed a handful of Martha's ass. No doubt she rubbed their cocks through their pants as they groped and fondled her. "Go ahead and take what you want."

Martha shifted in the crowd of men, and they eased back to give her room to work with. Her hands shot up to Jax's waist, fingers attacking the button and zipper on his trousers. They, and his boxers, slid down his long legs, pooling at his ankles. He didn't move, and she stared at his crotch, gawking.

Despite Martha's intense focus, Dom snatched her by the wrist. She yelped as he drew her toward him, but she didn't resist. Instead, she did the same as she did to Jax. Fabric rustled, and his manhood sprang to attention. The others didn't wait, guiding her and coaxing her. In no time, none of the men surrounding her wore anything from the waist down. Save one thing.

A white ribbon matching the ones Martha sported in her hair hung around the base of all of their massive cocks. Her eyes opened, and an amused smiled spread across her face. She glanced over at Ren, and he squirmed and groaned. Excitement shone in her gaze as she wrapped her fingers 'round Tom's and Dom's superior manhood.

"Did you guys make him put these on?" Martha asked, glancing at all the men and Ren, a smirk curling the corner of her mouth.

Tom's thick, meaty digits sank into Martha's left breast, and she bit her lip. "No, but I'm sure he would have. He arranged all this for you after all."

"That's a shame." Disappointment marred Martha's gorgeous features. "He is such a sweetheart, though. I couldn't have asked for a better wedding gift." She started to move, stroking up and down their daunting lengths at a ponderous pace.

"You take care of us, and we'll take care of you," Dom said as he cocked his hips forward to entice Martha to go faster.

"I do not doubt that. I mean, look at you guys." Martha switched-up who she jerked off, turning around to give each of them at least a couple of strokes. "You're all so big and hard and ready to please." She shot Ren a mocking stare. "Unlike someone."

John peeked over his shoulder at Ren. He grabbed himself and smacked his fat dick against Martha's belly. She giggled. "Don't you want to prove your wife wrong, Mr. Cuck?" It was no use. They all knew it, but they, much like Martha and Bruce, loved teasing him about it. "We can give ya another shot…if she's willing to."

Martha clencher her jaw, pursed her lips, and shook her head. "He had his chance. Now," she twisted her hands as she worked, smothering the flared ridges of their cockheads as she went, "it's your turn."

"Mind if I take her ass?" Jax asked, grabbing another handful.

"Not as long as she doesn't," Bruce said as he wedged between Martha's thighs. She yelped, rising onto her tiptoes, before letting out a throaty moan.

Martha met Jax's expectant gaze and crimson flushed her cheeks. "I-I've never, but," she swallowed hard and recomposed herself, "I'm willing to go for it."

Ren lurched against his binds, twitching as a little whine escaped him. Out of all the times he, or Bruce, had been with Martha, she had never given up her rear. Of course, with all the men here, she had to use everything possible to please them. They were here for her, but she needed to do her part. Not that any of them, especially Ren, doubted her capabilities.

Blushing, Martha glanced over at Ren. Their eyes locked, and he nodded to encourage her. The corners of her mouth twitched up in a smile. She wanted to put on a show for him as much as she desired all the pleasure that came with being fucked by real men. John shifted in front of her, blocking Ren's line of sight.

"We're gonna need these." Several oversized condom packets crinkled between John's held-up fingers. He smirked at Ren. "Unless…"

Without hesitation, Martha snatched the rubbers from John. Ren's heart leapt up into his throat. Was she going to throw them away and take everyone bareback? He swallowed down his anxiety and desires and trusted her. She would do the right thing no matter how much she enjoyed teasing him. Of course, a tiny part of him wanted to see her marked by all of them.

Martha dropped to her knees, disappearing behind the wall of dark flesh and muscle. The bands that bound Ren dug into his wrists as he lurched forward. Bedsprings popped, but none of the other people in the room paid him any mind. He couldn't blame them. Martha was about to give them what they, and she, desired.

Bruce glanced over at Ren, easing back away from Martha. Through the crack, Ren caught a glimpse of what she intended to do. She tore open one of the packages, stowing the others in the top of her leggings. They poked out, a firm reminder of what was to come. With dexterous fingers, she placed the large rubber over the tip of Jax's cock.

A shiver ran down Ren's spine as Martha leaned in close. Rather than roll the condom down Jax's impressive length with her hands, she popped open her mouth. The rolled-up exterior stuck on her lips, and she pushed it down. As she applied the prophylactic, she swallowed his manhood. The sight caused Ren to buck and whine, overwhelmed.

Despite Martha's clear intention to take things slow, to tease not only Ren, but the men about to fuck her, she devoured Jax in an instant. Her stretched lips pressed to the base, kissing him. The ribbon dangled down beneath her chin. She held herself there, lanced by his mighty dick, and untied the adornment.

Jax placed his hand on the back of Martha's head, and he grinned. "You're really good at that. I don't think your husband trained you to do that."

Muffled giggling rose from Martha, and she eased back. Jax's sheathed man-meat popped out of her mouth, and she wrangled him, smooching the underside of his cockhead. "How did you guess?"

"It was just a little hunch," Jax said with a shrug.

Laughter broke out among the other men gathered around Martha, yet none of them—not even her—spared Ren a single glance. She pulled out another condom before opening it and turning to Bruce. "Master, since you outlasted Ren, I want to give you my pussy."

To Ren's surprise, Martha didn't jump Bruce to make him ready. "Sorry, boys, gotta listen to the lady." He ran his thick fingers through her hair, and she scooted closer to him.

"No problem." Dom stroked himself as Martha mirrored what she did for Jax to Bruce. "I hope you can still use those lovely hands, or mouth, while they fuck you."

A loud, wet smack echoed in the room. Martha smothered Bruce with a sloppy kiss. "Of course. I don't want to leave any of you lovely gentlemen out of the loop. That would be cruel."

"That's what I like to hear," John said, and he stepped back from Martha. "Let's get this going."

Martha raised her hands, and Tom and Bruce took them. They helped her back onto her feet. She wavered as she took her first step, but all the men supported her. She glanced at them all, smiling, and leaned against them. Her fingers found each of their dicks, stroking or teasing before moving along to another.

Bruce broke away from the group, still holding Martha's hand. He walked backward toward the bed until he bumped into it. Without hesitation, he flopped down. Bedsprings creaked and popped under his weight, but Ren focused over the top of his head. Martha's gorgeous face reappeared, and her eyes locked with his.

An amused grin spread across Martha's face as she crept forward and straddled Bruce. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she settled in his lap. She disappeared yet again, but Ren didn't have to wait long to see her once more. Bruce placed his massive hands on her hips and leaned back. Her entire body came into view, and Ren bucked, struggling against her restraints.

"What's the matter, honey?" Martha asked in a mocking tone while rocking atop Bruce. "Are the ties too tight?"

"N-no," Ren blurted out, his heat hammering in his chest. "They're fine. I just…"

Jax swept up behind Martha, embracing her. Thick, dank fingers sank into her supple, pale breasts. "Looks like he's excited to see this." He tilted close to her, nipping at her exposed, vulnerable neck. She giggled. "Maybe we should do this somewhere else."

Panic flared within Ren, and he lurched forward. Martha shook her head and gestured for him to sit back down. He obeyed her as a moan seeped from her gasping mouth. She wrangled Bruce's cock with both her hands, holding it to her belly. It reached halfway up her abdomen. While she had denied him in the past, he didn't believe that she would on their special night.

Martha's back arched, and she turned her attention back over her shoulder to Jax. "I think keeping him tied up is more than enough teasing." She flashed Ren a mischievous smirk. "I want him to watch everything."

"She always like this?" Jax tweaked Martha's stiff nipples, and she gasped.

Bruce raised his hips, causing Martha to sway the slightest bit in Jax's grasp. "She was a bit hesitant at first, but she really loves teasing Mr. Cuck now. Isn't that right, Martha?"

"It's just so much fun. His reactions are so adorable. But," Martha's eyes flicked down, and she teased Bruce's dick by rubbing all over it, "that's not the only thing I love."

"Then," Jax pulled himself closer to Martha, and she let out a little whine of a moan—no doubt his cock wedged between her asscheeks, "we should get started. Show Mr. Cuck how much you love bigger cocks."

"Oh, he knows. Right, honey?" Ren couldn't help but nod in response, vigorous. "But we should show him anyway. He's such a cute, hopeless cuckold-lover." Goosebumps rose, and his penis twitched.

Bruce's fingertips sank into Martha's supple flesh, and he lifted her. "Let's get this started then. Don't want to keep him waiting."

The higher Martha went, the further the tip of Bruce's cock slid down her abdomen and through her glistening folds. She shuddered but stared Ren in the eye. His mouth hung agape as he gawked at where she and Bruce were about to join. Anticipation coated his condom-covered length, lubing him up more than necessary. However, that would only make things all the better.

Jax continued to fondle Martha as she reached the apex. He cocked backward at a similar pace to his friend, if only Ren could see his manhood approach her rear entrance. A shiver ran down his spine, and he whimpered. The other men closed in around her, brandishing their meaty dicks. She would give them the attention they deserved in a moment.

Martha pressed Bruce's cockhead to her womanhood as soon as possible. She glanced down, breaking eye contact with Ren. He bucked as she guided Bruce inside. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she moaned, loud and proud. Ren throbbed at the sight, the sounds of his wife basking in the pleasure only another man was capable of giving her.

Inch after inch of fat, black man-meat sank into Martha's welcoming, eager pussy. She swallowed his daunting length with ease—something Ren had seen countless times, yet that didn't mean it excited him, or her, less. His heart hammered in his chest as she settled down into Bruce's lap, an ecstatic smile gracing her gorgeous face.

A gasp ripped from Martha's lungs, and she lurched. Bruce and Jax's strong grips prevented her from going anywhere, but what happened was clear: Jax took her rear entrance. Ren's breath caught in his throat. A myriad of expressions flitted across her pristine features. All of them pleasurable.

"Shit," Jax breathed, leaning in close to Martha, his head beside hers. "You're so tight. Let me know if I need to slow down or stop."

Martha's bottom lip trembled. "Don't stop. Oh," she mewled, and her head slumped forward to hide her reactions from Ren, "I feel so full."

Jax came to a sudden halt, pressed up to Martha's backside. It was all in. He brushed her head to the side, exposing her slender neck. Without hesitation, he planted several hungry kisses along her pale flesh. Her posture relaxed, and she melted against her new suitor. All Ren could do was sit and stare, unable to so much as jerk off.

"How does it feel to have two worthy cocks inside you?" Jax asked in a low, hushed tone, yet loud enough for Ren.

"Incredible," Martha breathed, trembling. She turned and peeked over her shoulder at Jax. "But I want to feel what it's like when you're both moving."

A smirk quirked the corners of Jax's mouth. "So demanding. I hope you know what you're getting into."

Deep, throaty laughter bubbled up out of Bruce. "Careful, man. She's more than capable of draining you dry without breaking a sweat. Try to keep up."

"I'd like to see that." Jax tweaked Martha's nipples between his thick fingers, and she yelped in delight. "Ready, Mrs. Capable?"

Martha nodded as a huff of a breath rushed out of her. "Yes. Give me your big, black cocks."

Ren froze. He gawked at Martha in all her glory, impaled by two massive dicks. She paid him no mind, waiting for her partners to give her what she wanted. Excitement and anticipation bloomed within him the same as he imagined in her. Everyone present wanted, desired, craved this. There was nothing else to do but get to it.

Once again, Bruce hoisted Martha upward. She whined as his cock slipped out of her, her insides clinging to his daunting girth as if it was the first time again. Jax moved behind her, mirroring the action Ren saw. He thought they might go one at a time, but it appeared they longed to fuck her as hard as possible.

The instant their man-meat threatened to slip out of Martha's juicy, eager holes, they thrust back into her. She cried out in bliss, and her eyes shot wide. Ren lurched against his bonds, bucking. The idea, the reality of her being taken by not only Bruce but another man his equal overwhelmed Ren. His meager manhood twitched out of control, and precum leaked out of the tip.

Squelching rose as Bruce and Jax began to pump in and out of Martha with long, powerful strokes. Moans eked out of her with each thrusting motion. She swayed under their guidance; however, their big, meaty hands held her in place. No matter what she, or they, did, she wouldn't be going anywhere until they were all done.

A slap rang out whenever Jax slammed back into Martha. Her mouth opened and closed in moaning gasps, and her eyes fluttered. Ren tried to catch her attention, but she remained in her pleasure-haze, ignoring him. How could she not? They gave her everything she desired and oh so much more. He failed to give her the most basic of enjoyment.

"So," Martha huffed, "good."

Jax raked his teeth across Martha's vulnerable neck, never slowing down. "That's all you have to say? I would think you'd be a little more…expressive with us both inside you." He tugged on her earlobe.

The bed creaked, and Bruce drove up into Martha over and over. Juices leaked out of her, coating his manhood in her arousal and making it easier for him to penetrate her. "Go ahead, tell Mr. Cuck how it feels to get fucked by two real men."

Martha's eyes snapped open and her gaze to Ren. He stared at her, intent, and crimson flushed her cheeks and chest. She bounced atop Bruce, being stuffed with cock. Her mouth opened, only for a moan to seep out of her. The other three encroached from the sides, their cocks standing at full mast and demanding her attention despite Bruce's command.

Without hesitation, Martha reached out and wrapped her delicate fingers around John and Dom's dicks. They twitched in her eager grasp, and she smiled. Her focus returned to Ren as she began to stroke the two other men while the first duo pumped in and out of her welcoming holes. An amused expression came across her face, interrupted here and there by manifestations of pleasure.

"Honey, they're all so," Martha yelped as Jax and Bruce drove into her, "big and hard and," she sucked in a needy breath before a throaty moan escaped her, "black, and they fill me up so good. I feel so full—like I'm going to burst—but I love it. It's the best feeling ever."

Ren squirmed, fighting against his bonds, wishing to touch himself. His pathetic member twitched and leaked, desperate. "You look so good, Martha…with those…"

"Big," Martha stroked up and down Dom and John's entire lengths, "hard," she stared Ren in the eyes, smirking, "black cocks?" He nodded without hesitation; there was no use hiding it. "I'm glad you think so, honey. You and your," she yelped as her partners slammed into her, "little…thing could never compare."

"Martha," Ren breathed, bucking and struggling. "I—"

Martha shook her head, cutting Ren off. "You should be thankful that you get to watch me with all these big, strong, black men. They," she huffed, falling into Jax's embrace, "know how to treat me and have the…equipment to do so." A mischievous smirk spread across her face. "Unlike you. Your tiny guy doesn't deserve to be touched at all."

Laughter rose from the group, and Tom sidled in front of Martha, almost blocking Ren's view. "Wow, you really let him have it. It's a surprise he endures it, but it looks like he likes it." Tom glanced over his shoulder at Ren, who whined and writhed. "How about you put that sharp tongue to some other use?"

Tom waggled his cock at Martha, intending to take the last tool she had available. Ren jerked forward; as much as he adored watching her blow him, any or all of them, he wanted to hear her lovely voice…even if she mocked him. Perhaps more so. However, none of them, or her, had any intention of leaving this at half measures.

Leaning in and walking her hands along Bruce's chest, Martha inched toward the presented dick. She licked her lips, glancing at Ren before focusing on her treat. Precum dribbled out the tip. "It looks delicious. Don't mind if I do."

Ren's heartbeat increased the closer Martha came to Tom. He whined, anticipation and excitement overwhelming him, as she planted a tender yet hungry kiss on the cockhead. A heavy, meaty hand rested atop her head, and thick fingers wove into her hair. Ren expected Tom to force her to swallow him whole, but he only guided her with gentle coaxing.

Claps of joining flesh continued to echo in the room. Despite their friends drawing Martha's attention, Bruce and Jax didn't dare slow their fucking. They drove into her, and she showed no signs of hindrance. The only thing they did to her was give her untold pleasure that flickered across her face here and there, much to Ren's delight.

Martha opened her mouth as far as it would go, and Tom's cockhead disappeared. He groaned as inch after inch of his manhood slipped into her. Ren thought she might be conservative, suck on the first portion to become used to his size, but she didn't hold back. The force of Jax slamming into her from behind pushed her along, causing her ponderous, teasing pace to lurch.

A soft noise eked out of Martha as her throat bulged, stuffed full of massive man-meat. Her lips stretched taut, kissing the base of Tom's cock. She held herself there, and his digits tightened in her hair. Ren twitched. She took such a long, thick thing with so little effort…she wouldn't notice his if she did the same to him.

A pain bloomed within Ren's chest, and he agonized. Even if he made five copies of himself, he couldn't hope to compare to so much as a single one of Martha's impressive bulls. She bobbed along yet another daunting length with such skill and grace. The sight of her, stuffed and stroking, and acting without detriment brought his admiration and love for her to the forefront—she had never looked more beautiful.

"Martha," Ren breathed as he thrust toward her, desperate for her despite never being able to give her what she desired.

Gorgeous, half-lidded eyes snapped to Ren, and, as Martha withdrew, the corner of her mouth quirked up. A wet smack sounded as she popped off Tom's juicy cockhead. Saliva stretched between her pretty lips and his manliness. "What is it, honey? Are you regretting letting me tie you up? Your…erection is all red and twitchy. It looks painful."

Part of Ren longed to beg Martha to untie him, to allow him to jerk himself off—he was so close—yet he refrained. She would, of course, deny him. His begging would only serve to further humiliate him. Although everyone here would find it quite amusing. It might turn her on more. Conflict warred within him, unable to make the call.

"If you have nothing to say," Martha tore her gaze off Ren and focused back on Tom's glistening dick, "then I guess I will just continue."

"You're so beautiful—gorgeous and amazing," Ren blurted out. The smile on Martha's face broadened, and she raised an eyebrow, giving him a sidelong glance. "And perfect. I couldn't have asked for a better wife."

Sweet, delightful laughter bubbled up from Martha. The men laughed at Ren as well, but theirs didn't sound so tickled, adoring, being nothing but pure mockery. "And you are a wonderful husband." Ren's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at her, captivated. "You got me such an incredible wedding gift. I love you."

"I love you, too. Anything for you." Ren's penis throbbed, and his hips shook.

A moan escaped Martha as she mimed a kiss at Ren. "I shouldn't waste your gracious gift." Mischievousness danced in her eyes. "I know you enjoy it as well." She broke eye contact with him and wrapped her lovely lips back around Tom's fat cockhead.

In an instant, Tom vanished. Martha's throat bulged as she took all of him in. A soft gag eked out of her, but it didn't disparage or stop her. She bobbed her head along his length while she stroked the other two's cocks, twisting her hands here and there. Bruce and Jax kept their pounding steady, and wet, fleshy claps echoed in the intimate room.

A grunt escaped Jax, and his thrusting became erratic. He squeezed Martha's breasts, causing her to moan, muffled. Anticipation swelled in Ren's chest. Was Jax going to be the first of her suitors to blow? The idea of him pumping her ass full of potent, virile seed caused his heartbeat to quicken. Of course, the condom would prevent such a thing…much to his disappointment.

"You're too good, Martha," Jax said through grit teeth. "I'm gonna cum."

Martha attempted to pull back, no doubt to either tease Ren or coax Jax to climax, but Tom's guiding hand prevented her. She didn't fight him at all, surrendering and going along with her perverse work. Saliva dribbled down her chin despite her best efforts. If Bruce made a mess of her on his own, what would she be like after all this?

Slaps rang out, and Jax increased his pace, drawing ever closer to finishing. He crashed into her over and over. She rocked and jiggled, and Ren bucked to try and mimic Jax. However, he couldn't compare—he never would. No matter how hard he tried, how much passion he poured into his actions, he would always come up far too short.

Ramming into Martha one last time, Jax hilted himself in her backside. He humped her, grunting, and erupted. Her eyes shot wide, and panic flared. Did Jax cum with such force that he broke the condom? Or did she only react to the vigor with which he came? Either way, his climax signaled the end of one thing and the beginning of yet another.

"You came so fast, man," Dom said with a grin. He bucked into Martha's grasp.

Jax's fingers sank into Maratha's supple tit-flesh, and he shoved her. "Someone had to be first. Besides, I lasted longer than her husband."

"I would hope so." Tom yanked Martha tighter by the hair, and she slid up and down his daunting length. "Poor guy looks like he's about to blow again without being touched." He turned his gaze to Ren. "Like watching your wife getting shared by other men that much, huh?"

Ren twitched and nodded.

Laughter broke out, and John shook his head. "I'll never understand it, but I won't say no to pleasing an incredible woman who needs a bit more than her husband can give her."

Without hesitation, Jax withdrew from Martha. She slid back with him until he popped out of her used asshole. The sudden change in force caused her to sway, and her face smacked into Tom's crotch. A groan seeped out of Bruce, but he continued on his way. The fact that she had put a condom on him surprised Ren, but he wouldn't fight her decision.

"Who wants next?" Jax asked as he shifted around Martha. His cock wobbled as he moved, the massive balloon of a rubber hanging off the tip. Ren stared, captivated—its size was oh so familiar.

Dom retreated, Martha's slickened fingers slipping off his girthy shaft. "I'll go unless our man Bruce wants to give up her pussy."

"Not yet." Bruce grunted and drove his hips up at Martha, ramming his long, fat man-meat into her womanhood over and over. "She needs my cock to cum on first." She let out a muffled, affirmative moan while not slacking on her duty upfront.

"Yeah, yeah," John said, rolling his eyes. "Just hurry it up. She's skilled with her hands, but I want a taste."

Ren bucked. What John said was true, and Ren longed to experience it again himself. Martha loved to tease him and give him the least amount of stimulation to make him burst. The edge crept up closer and closer despite the lack of physical touch. How he wished she would spare him even a second of attention to finish him off in a slightly less humiliating way.

Dom shifted, glancing around. "Hey, where are the condoms? I want to get into it."

A loud, wet pop echoed in the room as Martha pulled off Tom's dick. She glanced at Ren. "Honey, can you—" Realization came over her lust-crazed face, and she smiled. "Oh, right. Guess I'll have to do it."

Martha held out her free hand toward a pile of extra-sized condoms on the nightstand and made a grabbing gesture. John shook his head, leaned away from the action, and snatched another one off the heap. She tore the package open with her teeth, staring Ren down. His breath caught in his throat, and his penis twitched out of control.

Turning away from Ren to her left, Martha gestured for Dom to come closer. He obeyed, man-meat standing proud and at attention. With skill and grace, she slipped the rubber over his bulbous cockhead and began to slide it down his daunting length. An amused, excited smile clung to her face the entire time.

Huffing breaths and moans seeped out of Martha as she finished her work. She didn't delay, returning to bobbing up and down Tom's dick. All the while, Bruce continued to pound away at her pussy. Ren couldn't believe that she had lasted so long without cumming. On average, Bruce made her climax within no time…and that was with only one monster cock.

Dom circled behind Martha, taking Jax's place. Meanwhile, he came into Ren's view. He took caution and removed the full, ballooning condom from himself. It dangled, heavy, and Ren couldn't take his eyes off it. If not for the thin, stretching material, he would have emptied straight into her, making her ooze his potent seed.

"What should I do with this?" Jax asked with a hint of smirk.

As Dom sidled up to Martha, he made a waving, dismissive gesture. "Just toss it aside, man."

Martha jerked back away from Tom, saliva trailing from the tip of his man-meat to her lips. "Wait. I have a better idea. Give it here." She held out her left hand again, bouncing on Bruce's cock.

Ren's heart leapt up into his throat. Memories of one of their previous sessions flitted through his mind, and he glanced down at his throbbing yet pathetic erection. He hadn't been able to hold up the amount Bruce let out, and Jax appeared to not disappoint either. They knew how it would end, but that didn't stop Martha from teasing and humiliating him.

Martha missed the first time she tried to take the condom from Jax, rocking with the constant thrusting from beneath. She snagged it on the second attempt and held it up before Ren. "Do you think your little guy can hold this one up, honey?"

Panic flared within Ren. He possessed no illusions that he might do anything Martha asked of him anymore. Mouth dry, he shook his head, hard as a rock. A wicked, amused grin spread across her face, and she leaned forward. Her presence caused him to twitch out of control. He longed for something from her besides just watching her get fucked.

With skilled motions, Martha brushed her fingers against Ren's dick while tying the end of the filled rubber around him under the head. The instant she finished, weight tugged down on him. He bucked at the minute stimulation and the panicked desire to keep his erection up. Instead of pulling away as he expected, she poked at the 'V' on the underside of his manhood with a slender, teasing finger.

"It's so heavy, isn't it, honey?" Martha asked, drifting closer to him. "If you tried to fill it, you wouldn't make more than just the tip. All that's holding it up is my little finger." She relaxed the pressure she applied, and he slumped without hesitation.

A pathetic whine of a noise seeped out of Ren. He raised his hips to prevent Martha from leaving him and the inevitable happening. She cocked her head as a moan escaped her. "Oh, what's wrong? Are you that desperate for my touch, honey, or just scared that when I remove my finger, the condom is going to make your…shameful display all the more pitiful?"

"Martha," Ren breathed, on the verge of losing himself. "I'm…"

Martha's mischievous smile grew before her eyes fluttered. "I know. You can't help yourself, you perverted cuckold-lover." Mewling seeped out of her, and her focus became hazier, gaze distant. "Master's big, fat, black cock is making me cum, honey. Show me how much you love me and let it all out for me."

Tension gripped Ren, and he attempted not to burst at Martha's command. Even if he wasn't the one making her climax, he wanted to finish at the same time. Bruce picked up his pace and let out more and more noise. Their bodies clapped together as he drove her, and himself, closer and closer to orgasm. All Ren could do was watch the show.

A yelp ripped from Martha's lungs, and she tipped forward. Wild hair fanned out and brushed against his inner thigh, her supportive digit slipped, and the sensation of the heavy weight dragging his penis down set him off. He grit his teeth, trying in vain to deny the pleasure it brought him. A streak of thin seed erupted from the tip.

Martha let out a surprised noise, but it was overtaken by a squealing moan as her entire body tensed and trembled. Ren bucked, firing off spurt after spurt of his pathetic spunk. Despite how high his ecstasy and tension ratcheted, every shot flew little more than a foot, dragged down by the horrible weight tied to his spasming member.

Laughter rose from all the men, save Bruce. He grunted and drove into Martha one last time. Love juices squirted from her happy pussy as he came deep inside her. Each of his convulsions flooded more and more cum. If he didn't wear a condom, he no doubt would impregnate her. The fact that he held back surprised Ren.

All of Martha's strength fled her, and she collapsed atop Bruce. He continued to thrust up into her here and there as they rode out their potent orgasm. Ren breathed a heavy sigh, his muscles relaxing. Still, despite climaxing, his penis remained rock hard. That didn't, however, help him keep it up against the daunting odds.

Martha sucked in a sharp breath and pressed her lips to Bruce's. They shared a passionate, intimate kiss—one that would have been shared as he made her a mother if not for the thin rubber holding his virile seed back. The thought of him impregnating her with his superior genes, granting her the most wonderful of gifts, sent a thrill down Ren's spine.

"All right, all right," Dom said, cutting through the relative silence. "Cut out the lovey-dovey stuff, and let's get this going."

Pulling back from Bruce, Martha spared Ren a half-lidded glance. He squirmed in his helpless position. Mischievousness danced across her face, and she lifted herself. Inch after inch of Bruce's mighty cock came back into view. She inhaled as the tip of his manhood, and the swollen balloon of a condom, popped out of her happy pussy.

Skilled, delicate fingers went to work. Martha peeled the prophylactic off Bruce, careful not to spill a single drop. She flipped it upside down, it hanging heavy, and carried it over to Ren. He stared at her, his eyes flicking here and there to what she held. What came next wasn't any surprise to him, and his breath caught in his throat in anticipation.

"Look at how much Master gave me, honey," Martha said as she shimmied closer to Ren, making sure to wiggle her ass for her bulls as she did so. "It's so thick and potent and," she sniffed at it, "manly. Maybe if I dump it all over your…little thing, it might get bigger." An impish grin curled her lovely lips. "Not that I'd ever let you back inside me."

Anguish lanced Ren, and he tried to scoot away from Martha. However, tied up as he was, he had no means of escape. She drifted closer, that glint of deviousness in her gorgeous eyes, and tipped the filled condom over. The flood of Bruce's superior semen gushed all over Ren's pathic excuse for a cock. Warmth clung to him, and he whimpered.

"Do you like that, honey?" Martha asked, holding his gaze with intense curiosity. The other men fondled her. "Being covered in a real man's semen? It looks so good. I'm jealous."

John's dick came poking into view, and Martha glanced at it. "Don't worry; we've got you handled. Plenty more where that came from."

Excitement flashed across Martha's face. "I see that." She eased away from Ren and reached out at her suitors as they crowded back around her. "All of these wonderful, big, black cocks all for me. I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer."

Dom plopped down on the edge of the bed, sending the mattress rocking. He waggled his man-meat at Martha and gestured for her to come closer with his chin. "Come here, girl, and take it."

Without hesitation, Martha spun toward Dom. She allowed two of her slender fingers to run along Ren's inner thigh, but they disappeared before she reached his shameful manhood. Tension rushed out of him except for one place. His penis twitched at the idea of watching her take more of the men here to do that very thing. He wanted it as much as her or perhaps more.

Not wanting to wait for Martha to do the honors, John snatched one of the remaining condoms from the pile. He tore it open as Bruce moved out of the way and Martha crawled into Dom's lap. Larger, guiding hands spun her around so that her back faced him. She glanced down and then back over her shoulder. He intended on using her rear entrance.

Martha didn't raise any protest as Dom lifted her. His cock dragged between her cheeks, out of sight to Ren. He had, however, seen Bruce do similar oh so many times that the image burned into his mind. Shivers of delight ran through Ren before he gazed at his wonderful wife. Her eyes met his as the tip loomed at her asshole, threatening to take her.

John knee-walked across the bed and grabbed at Martha. He hauled her forward, and she yelped, rushing away from Dom's man-meat. Annoyance huffed out of the man, and he scooted toward her to keep up with the other two. They came to a halt in front of Ren. John flashed him a smirk and settled between her spread legs.

Ren's gaze snapped down to where John ran his fat dick through Martha's soaked folds. She mewled and squirmed, grinding against him, begging him to penetrate her. To her, and Ren's joy, John didn't make her wait long. He grasped himself by the base, lined the tip of his manhood up with her naughty pussy, and plunged right in.

A throaty moan ripped from Martha's lungs as John filled her. The motion from his gentle yet firm thrust pushed her backward into Dom. She wavered for a moment before he, too, slipped inside. Her eyes widened, and she gasped as the two men stuffed both her mischievous holes. Ren gawked in exhilarated jealousy, twitching and groaning.

Tom swept up beside Martha as his buddies started to pump in and out of her. He waggled his glistening cock at her, and her hand raised to meet him. No matter how much they gave her, she appeared to want more and more. Ren couldn't blame her, but he didn't realize she was so greedy. Then again, this was a very special night.

Squelching rose as John and Dom split and filled Martha. She moaned, her mouth opening and closing with desperate, breathy gasps. Her skin shone a pale gorgeousness between her partner's powerful darkness. The contrast always excited Ren, and thrilled her, and seeing more of it only caused him to throb all the harder. She never looked more beautiful than when she was surrounded by men so much better than him in every way.

Jax wasted no time, not wanting to be outdone by the others. His manhood stood proud again, not that Ren—or anyone here—expected any different. Martha's fingers wrapped around his girthy shaft the instant he presented it. She glanced up at Jax before flashing Ren a mischievous smile. He bucked and nodded as if she needed any further coaxing or encouragement to take all the cocks at once again.

"Honey," Martha huffed, her head lulling forward and came back up. Her eyes fluttered, and she bit her lip. "I'm sorry if you can't get a good view. They're really excited to have me."

Ren struggled against his bonds. He wanted to crawl up beside them for a good look at the fat cocks penetrating Martha's divine pussy and ass, but he hovered, still and trapped. "I see that." He swallowed hard, his desperation threatening to overwhelm him. "It's okay. As long as you're enjoying yourself."

"You're so," Martha moaned, throwing her head back as the sounds of flesh clapping together intensified, "sweet. The best husband any woman could want."

Jax peeked over his shoulder at Ren. "Just think, if not for your little guy, you might not get to see your wife like this." A smirk spread across Jax's face. "Aren't you lucky?"

Without hesitation, Ren nodded with vigorous affirmation. Laughter bubbled out of the men, but he didn't care. The whole reason any of this happened was because he couldn't please Martha in bed. If he could, she would be making those noises and those faces while riding his cock instead. A tiny pang of sadness lanced him, yet he couldn't deny his enjoyment of their joyous sessions.

Martha continued to work her hands up and down Tom and Jax's dicks as Dom and John pumped her full of giant man-meat. "I'm lucky to have such an understanding, thoughtful, and perverted husband. If he was anyone else, I wouldn't be able to enjoy all these magnificent black cocks."

"That would be a shame," Bruce said as he placed a massive hand atop Martha's head. "One man shouldn't monopolize a sexy body like yours."

A giggle escaped Martha between gasps and moans. "That's not what you said last time, Master. You wanted me all to yourself."

Ren's heart leapt up into his throat. He held no illusion that Bruce couldn't steal Martha away from him if he tried, but that didn't make him immune to the tantalizing thought. He throbbed and bucked. She glanced his way, the corner of her mouth twitching. His breath caught in his chest, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You'd really deny the little guy?" John asked. "After he's been so gracious as to share her with you, us."

Martha gripped John's cock tighter and met his gaze. "He doesn't own me." The words rang in Ren's ears and struck him hard. He never wanted to claim as much, she was her own person, yet he longed to be with her. She shook her head. "I love him. It's just—" she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed.

Think, dark fingers sank into Martha's supple hips, and Dom slammed into her rear. "You don't have to explain it to us. It's pretty clear that you want, need more than he can give." He groaned as their flesh clapped together louder and louder. "Fuck, your ass is so good. You're gonna make me cum."

Martha huffed, and a smile quirked the corners of her mouth. "You two are too good. Don't stop; I want to show him how good you make me feel."

"You don't have to tell us twice," John said, picking up his pace with clapping thrusts.

Moan after moan rose, Martha not holding back. Her hands worked up and down the other two's cocks whilst their comrades stuffed her. Bruce stepped up beside Jax and held himself out to her. She smirked and turned her attention toward Bruce, hiding her face and wonderful expressions from Ren.

Planting a delicate, loving kiss on the tip of Bruce's dick, Martha began to lavish its length in adoration. Ren bucked, groaning, and strained against his bonds. Watching her fawn over Bruce's manhood while more ravaged her and she pleasured the others excited and thrilled Ren beyond reason. Her reveling in the blissful pleasure they instilled her with gave him the greatest happiness.

"Martha," Ren breathed as he drew closer and closer to another hands-off, unceremonious climax.

Without skipping a beat, Martha leaned back and twisted to her left to catch sight of Ren. He froze as he locked eyes with her. She stared at him, sensual yet loving. Bruce's man-meat rubbed her chin as she nuzzled up to him. He brushed her hair. She belonged to him, all the men fucking her. Ren stood no chance.

"What, honey?" Martha asked between gasps and moans and slaps of her partner's flesh against hers. "Is something," she bit her lower lip before giving Bruce a casual kiss, "wrong?"

Pleasure and shame shot through Ren, and he twitched out of control, the weighty condom bouncing up and down. "I-I love you."

Laughter bubbled out of Martha as she reveled in the cocks she took and made a show of smooching Bruce's in lustful adoration. "Oh, honey, you're the only one who would marry a BBC-loving woman who only sleeps with men other than him, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Ren whined, on the verge of blowing again without being so much as touched. What Martha said was true—only he would be happy, thrilled to have his gorgeous, loving wife fuck anyone and everyone besides him. "I-I'm gonna cum again."

"So soon? And without touching yourself?" Martha threw her head back, letting out a cry of elated delight. Her eyes fluttered before they came back up to Ren's. "You truly are," a gasp of a yelp eked out of her as Dom slammed into her, "hopeless."

Ren's mouth worked, yet no words came out. He struggled against his bindings and the myriad of emotions flitting through him. Of course, he couldn't deny how he enjoyed watching Martha take cocks so much bigger than his from men so much better than him. The only thing he could do was writhe and pulsate without restraint.

The bed creaked beneath Martha's partners' vigorous pounding and Ren thrusting to mirror their actions in vain. He grit his teeth, whining and trying to hold back. No matter how hard he tried, he failed. His head spun as pleasure inundated him. A tiny spurt of semen erupted from his twitchy, pathetic penis. It streaked through the air, heading toward John.

John flinched away from Ren's little, shameful display, making sure none of it touched him. "Hey, watch where you're cumming, Mr. Cuck. We'll take this elsewhere if you're not careful."

Panic spiked and surged, but Ren couldn't stop himself from climaxing. His only saving grace from ruining the rest of the evening for him was that—despite his intense desires—his loads were not much to speak of, and the tied rubber kept him down. While he continued to pulse and leak, the remaining ropes did little but ooze onto the bed sheets.

"Honey, control yourself," Martha said in a breathy, distant voice. Her head lulled as she jostled between her strong, manly partners. "I am so close. You wouldn't want to interrupt my orgasm with these fine gentlemen, would you?"

Ren shook his head and attempted to turn his hips, cover himself with his leg, not desiring to ruin anything for his beloved Martha, but he didn't need to. A bead of cum dribbled down his meager length, spent. Still, he remained rock-hard. The sight, the sounds, the emotions of what happened before him excited him and turned him on, holding his arousal hostage.

John grunted and hilted into Martha one last time. He bucked against her, buried deep in her pussy. Her eyes popped wide, and she moaned, but she didn't climax. Not yet. Erratic movements overtook him as he blew his load into the massive condom. Once again, if not for it, he would shoot straight into her and impregnate her.

"Oh, I can feel your load through the condom. It's so much." Martha smiled between moans and whining mewling. "I"—she shot a glance at Ren, and his heart leapt into his throat—"never would have felt him inside me like you."

Weighing down Dom, John continued to empty his balls. "Shame about the condom—I know you'd like it so much better without." They all wished the men came inside Martha unprotected.

Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks, and she shied away from John and Ren. However, she didn't deny him or stop her work on Tom and Jax's cocks. Once again, her lips brushed against Bruce's length. She didn't need to hide it, reject it, or be ashamed. Ren understood, and a part of him wanted it to happen. Someone other than him—more deserving—impregnating her on their wedding night seemed appropriate for his position in their relationship. He never stood a chance.

"No need to be so shy," Bruce said as his thick fingers wove into Martha's messy hair. She peeked up at him before whimpering, on the verge. "Let it all out."

John pulled back, groping Martha's breast on his way out. His manhood slid out of her at an agonizing pace. When he removed himself, he or she would further humiliate Ren with the contents of the rubber. Agony lanced him, yet he couldn't help but throb at the prospect. She really made him unable to deny any treatment she deemed him worthy of.

Stretched and bloated, the tip of the prophylactic popped out of Martha's needy womanhood. A moan escaped her, and Dom increased his tempo to a frantic series of slaps. Ren's gaze snapped up from John's load to her face. Her eyes closed, and her unladylike noises rose higher and higher in pitch and volume. Despite herself, her jerking slowed to little more than teasing movements.

"So," Martha huffed, trying to compose herself, "close." She tipped her head back toward Dom. He pressed his lips to hers, and she didn't stop him. Ren's breath caught in his chest, and he gawked at them, eyes wide.

A soft smack sounded, and Dom pulled away from Martha. She craned her neck in a vain attempt to keep them together, but he didn't allow it. Instead, he crashed into her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and shifted forward. Bedsprings creaked and popped as he shuffled closer to Ren. He stared at where she and Dom joined.

"Look at your husband while I make you cum from your ass." Dom didn't try to quiet his voice despite being so close to her.

Martha obeyed Dom's command, locking eyes with Ren. Well, when they weren't fluttering in overwhelming pleasure. They gazed at one another, and an adoring smile spread across her face. He nodded with each passing second, one of the only things possible to express himself. In the past, he would make a show of jerking off faster, but he was unable to do that all tied up.

A yelp of a moan ripped from Martha's lungs. "Honey, I'm cumming," she shouted, throwing her head back, hair flaring out all over the place.

Love juices squirted from Martha's happy pussy as she shrieked in orgasmic bliss. Wetness splashed against Ren, and he flinched in response. Much like the semen before, her fluids splattered all over his crotch and…manhood. However, unlike Bruce's seed, her excitement ran away and off him. Still, she continued to gush, soaking him.

Dom grunted as he rammed into Martha's ass. Instead of pulling back, he remained buried in her asshole and humped her backside. She moaned and gasped and convulsed while he erupted. Ren throbbed, his shame attempting to lift the heavy weight tied to it. He managed to heft it for a single second before it dragged him back down.

The tension in Martha's body melted away, and she collapsed back into Dom's embrace. He raked his teeth along her neck and hauled her back into him. The sight of her cumming on another man's superior cock in front of him and succumbing to him excited Ren. Bruce wasn't the only one capable of delivering her pleasure and stealing her away.

Martha's sweetness dribbled from Ren's crotch as he gawked at her. She shifted forward, and her eyes fluttered open, half-lidded. The corners of her mouth quirked up in a smile, and he bucked in place. Movement to her right drew her attention away from him. John swept up, dangling balloon of a stuffed condom in hand, and presented it to her.

Mischievousness danced in Martha's gorgeous eyes, and she acted. Bedsprings popped as she slipped off Dom's cock. She shuddered but pressed on. With delicate fingers, she took the rubber from John and crawled to Ren, closing what little gap between them remained. He tensed up, unable to tear his gaze away from the giant, filled-to-bursting trophy she carried.

"What do you think will happen if we attach two of these to your little guy?" Martha asked as she drew her hands, and her prize, up toward Ren's tiny manhood.

Ren's breath seized, and his heart hammered in his chest. He stared, intent, in a lustful panic. Nothing he did or said would stop Martha, not that he wished to deny her. Despite the humiliation and struggle, his penis twitched, trying in vain to stand tall to accept the challenge.

A giggle escaped Martha, and she shook her head. Still, she came closer, her delicate, skilled fingers doing what she desired. The end of the condom wound around the meager girth of his member just below the other. One had been too much for him to do more than bounce the slightest bit. Two…no matter how he squirmed and throbbed, the weights responded with muted jiggling.

"I hope that's not too tight or heavy for you, honey. Your shameful penis looks so good, right with the virile semen of real men reminding you of your place." Martha patted Ren's thigh and blew him a kiss. He squirmed. The combined decorations mimicked him having two ample testicles, something he would never have, unlike all the men before him.

Dom came up on Martha's right, hand extended. "What do you want to do with this one?" The rubber stretched so much that it became almost transparent. It might break at the slightest roughness.

"Oh, wow," Martha gasped, her eyes widening. "You let out so much for me. That's so sweet. I don't think the poor condom can hold." She shifted her gaze back to Ren, smirking, as she snatched the heavy thing from Dom's hand. "You seemed to like this before, honey. So…"

Without hesitation, Martha turned the condom upside down, emptying its contents. Ren flinched as the thick, warm seed cascaded over his tiny, little member. Shame flooded him. He shouldn't subject himself to this kind of treatment, yet pleasure rose to silence the naysaying. The excited, amused expression on her face only solidified his submissive position and enjoyment.

Martha made a show of leaning in and sniffing at the mess she created. "It smells so strong. It almost disguises how weak yours is," she held up two fingers little more than a hair's breadth apart, "almost."

Agony lanced Ren, but he couldn't deny his arousal. He struggled against his bonds, but they refused to give. Even if he asked Martha to release him, he didn't believe she would. Not until she had finished with the others. Maybe not at all. Leaving him tied up on their wedding night seemed appropriate for their little dynamic.

"Where do you want this?" Tom asked, stroking his fat cock. He twitched, precum that put Ren's entire nut to shame leaking out the tip. "I'm close."

Martha's eyes lit up, and she gestured to John to grab her another condom from the pile. He complied, shaking his head. With ease, she ripped the packaging open. She eased in, placed her tongue on the underneath of Tom's cockhead, and licked up the slit. He groaned and shuddered, and she flashed him a wicked smile.

Slipping the rubber onto the head of Tom's cock, Martha wrapped her lips around his length. Inch after inch of his man-meat vanished. A bulge formed in her throat, but she didn't dare stop. Swallowing him all, she kissed the base. A muffled moan eked out of her, and he grit his teeth. No doubt she wriggled along the underside as he stuffed her.

Tom bucked, smushing Martha's face into his crotch. She murmured to coax him on, and he didn't hold back. Gagging seeped out of her as he erupted and pumped the condom full of his potent seed. She didn't struggle or fight it. He spasmed and thrust until she milked the very last drop from him. With ease, she pulled back from him.

A loud pop sounded, and Martha's hands snapped up to cradle the swollen tip. Tom let out a heavy breath. Her fingers shot down his glistening length and rolled the rubber back up to the apex. She slowed nursing it, and it came off with a snap. Hair flared as she snapped back toward Ren, grinning.

Rather than try to tie this new one to his meager member—there wasn't any more room—Martha instead placed it on his thigh with reverence. Weight sank into him, and he attempted to not squirm around, lest it tumble off him. She wanted it there, so it should remain. However, he couldn't help but writhe under her shaming.

"Damn, girl," Tom said as his manhood twitched, remaining at full mast and ready to go. "You've got some impressive skills. Shame you didn't want to drink it, though. I'm sure you would have loved it."

Martha kept her attention focused on Ren, but she stuck her bottom out and rocked it from side to side for everyone to see. "I am sure it would have been delicious, but I like giving him reminders that he's inferior to everyone here."

Laughter rose from the men and Martha. Blood rushed south, and Ren twitched. However, no matter how turned on he became, he never succeeded in lifting the weighty condoms tied to his penis. All the humiliation and mockery only excited him more. He adored every second, and he was so lucky to have a woman like Martha to indulge in his desires.

Before anyone else made a move, Tom slid in behind Martha. She yelped and flinched as he grabbed her by the hips, and she peeked back at him over her shoulder. He rubbed his erection back and forth between her asscheeks, causing her to groan and rock. Still, she gestured at the collection of condoms. Whether only for torturing Ren or not, he didn't know.

Tom obeyed Martha's wishes and slipped another rubber on. The instant he did, he eased back, lined his fat cockhead up with her eager pussy, and plunged inside. Her eyes shot wide, and she gasped as the force of his thrust caused her to lurch forward. Hot breath blew over Ren's crotch, and he bucked, squirming. She was so close, yet so far out of reach.

Each in-out made the bed sway and give. Tom slapped against Martha's backside every time, and the perverse sound echoed in the intimate room. Ren tried to catch her attention, but her head tipped, hair covering any chance he had of witnessing her expressions. Of course, he knew what they would be—he had seen them so many times and not only tonight.

Dom came up beside Tom and behind Martha, slipping a condom on as he did so. His buddy glanced at him and slowed his pace. While shifting to the side a little, he stopped ramming into her with such aggression and passion. They came close together, and Ren's heart leapt into his throat. Despite their hunger to claim her, it appeared that they were capable of sharing.

Martha let out a squeal of a moan as Dom sank into her presented backside. The sight of her taking two men at the same time again almost caused Ren to cum right then and there. He grit his teeth and tried to hold off. If not for the fact that her face was covered up, he would have came without a doubt. She did so much for him.

Alternating their thrusts to go as deep as possible, Tom and Dom pistoned in and out of Martha. She lurched forward whenever either of them buried themselves inside her. Ren caught glimpses of her hanging, swinging breasts through the wall of disheveled hair. He wanted to see more, but he resigned himself to only being allowed this close to her.

Jax, John, and Bruce came at Martha from the opposite side. She picked up her head and glanced back and forth. Their dicks stood tall, eager for her to do something, anything to them. From her bent over, on all fours, position, she didn't have the leverage to work with. A few failed attempts at reaching out to them caused frustration to burn within Ren in much the same way he imagined it did in her.

As if able to read Martha's mind, Dom and Tom clasped her shoulders. They hauled her back, lifting her top half away from the mattress. Her gorgeous face came into view, and a shocked expression overcame her. She sank back onto her partner's cocks, taking them both to the root. That didn't distract her from her current goal, her desires.

The instant she shifted into a workable position, Martha grabbed ahold of John and Jax's dicks. They drifted closer to give her easier access to them. Her gaze drifted from each of them to Bruce, who stroked himself as he waited his turn, to Ren. She smiled at him, and he bucked, struggling against his restraints.

With ease, Martha's partners began anew. However, this time, whenever one hilted inside her, she bounced upward, only to come back down. Their pace wavered, but they found a rhythm far faster than they should have. Meaty hands prevented her from slipping away. Power oozed from the duo as they resumed ravaging her needy holes.

Ren gawked at the display of sheer sexuality and dominance. They had Martha at their mercy, and they performed—yet again—something else Ren would never be capable of in a million years. Each and every stroke caused him to shudder in elation and jealousy. And still, despite their control over her, she continued to eke out her own agency.

The more the two pumped Martha, the quicker her hands flew. She stroked up and down Jax and John's daunting lengths with ease, twisting and squeezing when necessary. Groans seeped out of them, and their man-meat throbbed. Hunger and pleasure burned in her eyes. She tugged them closer, and they didn't dare deny her.

Martha leaned forward, and Tom and Dom shifted to accommodate her desire. Her beautiful lips wrapped around Jax's cockhead as her tongue flicked out along the underside. Ren sucked in a sharp breath and whined. Despite her fervent craving, she spared him a side-eyed glance. He froze, delight overwhelmed him, and he burst.

A muffled giggle escaped Martha as Ren's pathetic, weak seed dribbled from his meager member. Rather than interrupting herself to mock him, she ignored him and lavished Jax's cock with worship. Her indifference only made his orgasm all the better. He whimpered, leaking more and more. Somehow, he still had more to let out.

While Martha took more and more of Jax into her mouth, her right hand sought out something else to fill it. Bruce's manhood filled her grasp, and she gripped him tight. The flared ridges of his cockhead dimpled beneath her fingers. He grunted, and she shuddered in delight. After everything he witnessed, Ren expected her to cum on the spot.

Cock slid in and out of Martha with reckless abandon. She jerked off the other two that didn't occupy one of her sloppy holes with equal fervor. Ren spasmed one last time as the faintest bit trickled out of his shame. While his semen clung to his penis, it didn't come close to comparing to what had been tied to him or laying on him or dumped on him.

Ren shivered as an image of the other's cum covering his manhood flitted through his mind. No matter how hard he tried, he wilted at the thought, the implication. He wasn't good enough, could never hope to compare or compete. Martha had found someone—rather, multiple people—with which she could experience things he never gave her.

An ache formed in Ren's chest, and he groaned. Right now, Martha bounced atop two men's cocks that dwarfed his in all conceivable ways while also servicing three equals. Her tits jiggled with each thrust, every excited, hungry motion. Even if he wanted to try, he couldn't tear her eyes off her, the beauty of her grace.

Stifled moans escaped Martha with each passing second. She took on her partners with the same ease and gusto that they did her. Ren's breath turned more and more ragged. The only things that filled his mind were how incredible and gorgeous she was and how much he longed to watch her enjoy herself forever.

Groans and muted grunts eked out of Tom and Dom. No doubt even they became strained by Martha and her wonderful, powerful body. Her muscles flexed with every minute movement, and she worked with such skill and grace despite the perverse nature of her acts. No one else but her gave him this tremendous feeling.

Martha pulled back from Jax, and a wet pop echoed in the room. She moved to her left to devour John, but she stopped halfway. Her curious gaze fell upon Ren, and he mouthed her name, unable to speak. An adoring smile spread across her face before she tore away and continued where she stopped.

A gag escaped Martha as her friends slammed into her from behind, forcing her to swallow Jax faster than she intended. That didn't stop her, however. She pushed all the way down to the base and kissed his crotch. He grabbed at the back of her head but missed. She didn't need his, or anyone's, guidance to do what they all longed for, needed.

Working in a flurry, Martha allowed Dom and Tom to do all the work below while she handled the others. Here and there, a potent thrust would knock her off balance, but she never wavered long. Instead, she passed herself around the trio, jerking and sucking. None of them sought to control her—they already had her at their mercy, why bother?

Ren twitched as Martha did her thing. He grew hard as a rock again despite everything going against him. The weight attached to him continued to drag him down, but he struggled in vain. What else could he do? This was all he had ever wanted, and he reveled in being able to have a front-row seat to it.

Claps and slaps and squelches rang out the faster, more intense the session became. Martha mewled and cried out in bliss whenever her lips weren't wrapped 'round a fat cock and sometimes while. To Ren's surprise, she didn't stop to mock him. It appeared that all of them were in a frenzy, desperate to climax and force one another to do the same.

Captivated, Ren stared on in wonder and excitement. All of this was only possible because each of the men were everything he wasn't. Even if he somehow pleased Martha, he was too small, too weak to put her into the position she was in now. They all deserved her far more than he ever would, and they made him know it by ravaging her without end.

Moans and groans rose to join the lustful cacophony. Bedsprings creaked and popped beneath vigorous assault while gags and squelches mingled. Ren stared on as if in a trance. His gaze moved from Martha's face to the glistening cocks sliding in and out of her to her lovely breast. Of course, Bruce and Jax grabbed a handful to deny him.

"Gonna cum," Dom said in a guttural, hushed voice. He picked up his speed, forcing Tom to do the same.

A wet pop rang out, and Martha ripped herself away from Bruce's juicy dick. "Me, too." She sucked in a sharp breath. "I want," several frantic kisses lavished him, "everything you've got."

Ren's heart leapt up into his throat. No. Martha couldn't be asking Dom to cum inside her…right? After everything she went through to make sure they wore condoms, she wouldn't. Then again…she appeared lost in her lust. Her eyes were glazed over and half-lidded, and she didn't dare stop stroking or sucking. John vanished as she swallowed him whole.

Regardless of Martha's intentions, Dom continued his frenetic pace. Tom's knuckles turned white as he clung to her shoulder, dimpling her flesh. "Let's finish together."

Strained noises escaped Jax, and he bucked into Martha's hand. "Cumming."

Martha let out a hectic sound and gripped Jax harder. His hips jerked to the side, and her arm stretched to its limits. Ren jumped as Jax's manhood pointed in his direction. He tensed. She had to be playing with him, but she always took so much joy in reminding him of how pathetic his seed was.

Jax leaned forward at Martha's guidance, and he thrust into her grasp one last time. A powerful shot struck Ren in the abdomen above his crotch. He flinched, and twitched as rope after rope of thick, virile cum splatted across his skin. Short barks of laughter came from the others, and shame seared Ren to his core.

However, in spite of all the disgrace, Ren found his penis leaking once more. Perhaps a part of him, deep down, wanted to still assert himself, compete. Anything that came out of him now was drowned in Jax's superior jizz. He spasmed and bucked, twitching. If Martha wasn't distracted by far more compelling, important things, she would mock him.

Tom and Dom drove forward, forcing their way into Martha at the same time. A sharp huff escaped her flaring nostrils as she devoured John's cock. Convulsions overtook her as grunts came from both her partners. While Ren couldn't see it, it was clear what was happening—all three of them were climaxing together.

John grabbed Martha by the back of her head and kept himself buried in her throat. He bucked, smushing her beautiful face up against his crotch and into his curly pubic hair. If she cared, she didn't make it known. Then again, could she during her orgasm? Tremors wracked her body, and unbecoming noises escaped her, muffled.

The scent of strong seed—far beyond his own—filled Ren's nose, and his head spun. He blinked as Martha convulsed in orgasmic bliss. Juices gushed from her happy pussy and, despite the sharp angle, reached him. Rivulets ran down his inner thighs and wilted member. Yet again, someone else's excitement eclipsed and washed away his own.

"Fuck," John said, letting out a long, drawn-out sigh. "You're too good, Martha." He drew back, but no pop sounded as she slipped from the tip of his dick.

Martha's chest rose and fell in rapid bursts, but her mouth remained closed. She turned toward Ren, mischievousness burning in her eyes. Careful, she craned her neck and opened wide with a humming, enthusiastic noise. Thick globs of spunk rested on her tongue, coating every surface. She rolled it around as if to show it off for him.

As Martha teased Ren with the massive load she received, Dom and Tom pulled out of her. She yelped. A lump traveled down her throat. Ren whimpered. Some part of him wished she would spit it out all over him if for no other reason than she would have to come close to him.

Like earlier, the rubbers Tom and Dom wore stretched to the point where Ren thought they might rupture. However, Martha drew his attention. Her lips parted, showing that she had swallowed everything. Words attempted to form, but they died before they had a chance. It didn't matter—she knew what he wanted to say.

"You enjoying yourself, honey?" Martha asked, breathy.

Ren nodded like an idiot, his mouth dry. Martha grinned as a tremor, an aftershock of her climax, rippled through her. The men shifted around until two filled-to-burst condoms landed on the bed between Ren's legs with a bounce. He glanced down at them, heart racing. When his eyes came back up, hers didn't, and he couldn't blame her.

"That was great," Jax said, clapping Martha's right asscheek. She lurched forward with a surprised squeal. "Gotta keep him in his place, huh?"

Martha turned her head up toward Jax, smiling. "He knows pretty well, but it is always nice to give him more of a reminder. Besides," she held her hand up to the side of her mouth as if to prevent Ren from hearing her, "I think he likes it."

Laughter bubbled out of Jax and the others. He glanced at them and shrugged. "Let's head to the kitchen to get some refreshments, boys, and give the happy couple some time alone."

John grabbed a handful of Martha's breasts before he headed toward the door. Dom ran his thick fingers through her hair with one hand while the other fondled her ass. Tom slipped a frisky hand down between her thighs, causing her to moan. When it emerged, fluids glistened off it. The four of them made their way out of the room, but Bruce lingered.

The door closed with a snap, leaving the three of them alone. Martha glanced over her shoulder at Bruce, and he nodded. The mattress rocked as she crawled closer and closer to Ren. He held his breath, staring her in the eye. Lust and anticipation stared back at him. His little thing twitched the nearer she came. Did she mean to untie him now?

"Honey," Martha said in a sweet, melodic voice. "Do you remember what you promised Master?"

Panic flitted through Ren before realization struck him. He had sworn oh so many actions during the earlier days of this relationship. That Bruce could have her on their wedding night, make a mess of her, and impregnate her. Most of the things he had pledged he had already given. And willingly. He inhaled, hard, and nodded once more.

"Good boy. Can you remind me what you promised next on our wedding night?" Martha held Ren's gaze, a hair's breadth away.

Ren's heart hammered in his chest, taken in by Martha's closeness, the longing in her eyes, and the reality of the situation. She waited, eager, with a grin on her gorgeous face. The words came to him, whirling around in his head. His jaw struggled to move, to react to what he desired. That wasn't the only part of him that failed to do as it wished.

"I—"

Bruce stopped behind Martha, stroking himself. He was the only one to not finish a second time, and he seemed quite enthusiastic to follow through. No condom adorned his manhood, and Ren locked up. Reality weighed heavy. In just a moment, Bruce would stick his bare cock into her unprotected womanhood again…but only for real this time.

Anxiety bubbled up. Could Ren say those words again, beg Bruce to take Martha and pump her full of his seed? There was no question in Ren's mind that Bruce would impregnate her without fail. Their lives would change from this night forward if he allowed it to happen. Not that he had much of a choice. They didn't need his permission.

Martha stared at Ren, curiosity and eagerness shining bright in her beautiful eyes. She wanted this, but she needed him to say it. Him surrendering his chances with her, to have a child, no doubt turned her on. A twitch ran through his penis as a shiver thrilled down his spine. Arousal got the better of him.

"P-please," Ren stammered, floundering, "fuck her again. No con—" His mouth ran dry, and he struggled to continue reciting what he promised.

"Come on, honey. Spit it out." A harshness teased in Martha's voice, causing Ren's heart to break. "Don't you want to see his big, black cock claim my naughty, little pussy, plant his seed within me, and steal me away for good?"

A whimper eked out of Ren. His fantasies, of course, played into what Martha said. The idea of Bruce taking her away from him agonized him, yet it also made his little thing hard as a rock. The condoms tied to him bounced the slightest bit. He would never be able to produce anything in the same universe as that—he didn't deserve her…if he was capable of knocking her up in the first place.

"I-impregnate her on our wedding night," Ren whispered, his words choppy.

"What was that, honey? I don't think Master heard you." Martha leaned in closer—eyes locked—her hot breath blowing over his damp crotch. He shuddered and throbbed. "The least you could do, since you're clearly not capable, is beg a better man to do the job right."

Ren's bottom lip quivered. Martha's harshness lanced him, yet he couldn't deny the fact that being mocked and belittled excited him. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow bursts as he gawked at her. The eagerness on her face transformed into impatience. He loathed seeing such a thing mar her gorgeous features. All he wanted was the best for her.

Gulping, Ren tore his gaze off Martha and met Bruce's. The man still stroked himself, oh so close to her backside. "Break our vows, fuck her right, and pump her full of cum. Give her a child from a man worthy of knocking her up, taking care of her." His chest burned.

Martha's face lit up, and she leaned in closer. "Is that really what you want, honey?" Shame seared Ren to his core, but he squirmed beneath the onslaught of the emotions, sensations whirling inside him.

"Yes, I'm not worthy or have any chance of doing what he can." Ren wilted under his admission despite how truthful and accurate it was. "Please," he begged, "give her the ending to this night she so deserves."

Excitement bubbled up out of Martha, and she wiggled around. "You're so sweet," she mocked with a mischievous expression. "I want you to be a part of this, but," her gaze dipped to the mess in Ren's crotch and disgust overtook her lovely features, "you are really quite a mess."

The floor creaked, and something flew from the side and stuck Ren in the face. A giggle escaped Martha as he panicked, trying to grab whatever hit him but unable to thanks to his bonds. Soft material slid down him. A towel. He had no way to clean himself, would she do it, touch him?

"Master, you're always so considerate," Martha swooned, peeking back.

Martha flashed a smirk at Ren and tugged at the material, dragging it down to cover his lower half. Bedsprings creaked as she spun around and lay down in his lap. Her weight, her warmth seeped into him, and a joy bloomed. She shifted, her shoulder bumping into his covered member.

Running her hands down the front of her body, following every curve, Martha stopped at her inner thighs. She spread her legs wide for Bruce. "Come and give me a strong, black child, Master."

"It's about time," Bruce said as he knelt on the bed and knee-walked his way toward Martha. "I'm going to make you cum your brains out." He stroked his cock as he did so, staring down at her. The closer he came, the faster Ren's heart beat.

Heavy hands hit the mattress on either side of Martha and sank into the plush material. She threw her arms around Bruce the instant he came within reach and pulled him toward her. He allowed it—he could have overpowered her with ease—and their lips pressed together. A happy, muffled noise eked out of her, and she melted beneath him.

Bruce's massive, bulky frame eclipsed Martha and forced her down into the bed. His size, power caused Ren to twitch, and he no doubt expected arousal to flow from her womanhood. Smacking and moans escaped her as they made out. Glimpses of tongue flashed here and there whenever they dared to part.

Agony lanced Ren as Martha and Bruce kissed, deep. He had seen them be more intimate so many times that it didn't crush him the same way it first had, but this was different. They committed the taking things to yet another level. Everything Ren fantasized about was to come true. Could he really handle her carrying another man's child?

Regardless, it didn't matter what Ren thought, it was going to happen. And he was going to have a front-row seat to the whole thing. He squirmed, anxious. Perhaps he wanted them to progress to the main event already. Was he that desperate for a superior man to bless Martha with a kid not his own? Shame seared him to his core, but his penis became harder than ever.

Bruce shifted around atop Martha and cocked his hips back. Ren gasped in overwhelmed anticipation. The further back Bruce moved, the closer he came to slipping his giant dick into her naughty pussy. Muffled, needy noises seeped out of her, and she writhed beneath him. As much as Ren wanted to ask them to hurry, he remained silent, enraptured.

Hopelessness filled Ren. He expected them to get straight to the point and fuck like animals. Instead, they seemed more than content to take things slow, almost romantic. He squirmed in frustration, his little guy trying, desperate, to lift the hefty weight attached to it. An ache formed in his chest, and he teetered on the verge of madness.

Martha whimpered as Bruce dragged his manhood through her slick folds. Her hips rose to meet him, and his bulbous cockhead prodded at her eager entrance. Ren craned his neck to see past their joined bodies. Inch after inch of thick, long, hard, man-meat plunged into her. Their mouths separated as she moaned Bruce's name.

Throbbing overtook Ren, and he almost came on the spot. Watching Bruce penetrate Martha with more than the intention to have sex with her excited him beyond belief. A shiver ran down his spine. Bruce wasn't contained by anything—no condom, no pretense of not wishing to impregnate her. The only way he would pull out this time was after he planted a child deep within her.

Huffs and gasps eked out of Martha as Bruce sank into her to the base. Rather than withdraw right away, he grinded his hips against hers. Her back arched, and her legs wrapped around his waist. The ecstasy on her face caused Ren to whine. She didn't pay him any mind. And why would she? She had a real cock inside her, one worthy of claiming her.

"Please," Martha begged in a breathy voice. "I want you to make love to me and cum deep inside me." Her nails raked the back of Bruce's head, leading down his neck to his broad back muscles.

A genuine smile spread across Bruce's face, and he planted a quick, tender smooch on Martha's forehead. "You want it that badly, don't you?"

Laughter escaped Martha. "Of course I do. How could I not? You're perfect for me…unlike someone."

Mewling rose, and Bruce retreated from Martha's pussy. She tried to follow him, despite how counterintuitive the act was, but he withdrew all the same. His girth glistened with her excitement. Her mouth opened and closed in silent gasps, and her lips pursed, begging for a kiss. No matter how much he took control, dominated her, he couldn't deny her either.

As Bruce thrust with slow, ponderous strokes, he joined Martha. Muffled, thrilled sounds escaped her, and slaps echoed in the room. A gentle rocking began, and Ren lost himself in the rhythm, the tenderness of their copulation. Jealousy seeped up through the cracks.

Smacks and breaths and moans rose higher and higher the more both of them sank into their need for one another. Jostles and jolts struck Ren. Martha's head bumped into his belly and his straining member. Every minute touch pushed him closer and closer to climax. The last thing he wanted was to cum before the superior couple.

Martha let out whimpers and whines as things went on. Bruce pumped in and out of her with his usual unyielding rhythm yet he kept his tempo slow, intimate. That didn't prevent either of them from enjoying one another. On the contrary, she appeared to enjoy the tender lovemaking as much if not more than the vigorous pounding. Of course, the outcome was different this time.

Ren went wild. People already shot them sidelong, judgmental glances, what would they think when they saw Martha with a swollen belly? Would they know he had no chance of making her pregnant and assume she cheated on him? If they didn't, they would know for sure after she gave birth. There would be no hiding it.

Images of people's disgusted or laughing faces flitted through Ren's mind. Whispered voices followed suit, speaking all sorts of disparaging things about a cuckold who now only let another man impregnate his wife but now took care of said man's kid. The shame, the humiliation, the agony that accompanied those thoughts and hallucinations only made him harder.

Martha's moans grew higher in pitch and more frequent with each passing second. The wet slap of their bodies joining also increased. No doubt they pushed one another toward orgasm. Ren bucked, and she swayed. He didn't want to interrupt, to ruin their moment, but he couldn't help himself—the sensation, his imagination drove him wild.

A squealing yelp ripped from Martha's lungs, and she pulled away from Bruce. He let her go, but his thrusting never stopped. Now that he had made his intentions clear, he wouldn't stop until he finished what he started. She mewled and attempted to suck in sharp, needy breaths.

"I," Martha stammered, her limbs flexing and pulling Bruce in deeper, closer. "I'm going to cum, Master."

Bruce grunted and slammed into Martha hard, a clap ringing out. He resumed his usual pace. "Me, too. Your pussy is too good. I think it's hungry for my cum."

"Oh, it is." Martha's eyes rolled into the back of her head as it shot back, digging into Ren's thigh. "It craves your thick, manly seed." She gasped. "For it to take root and bless me with a black baby. Nothing, no one else will satisfy me."

Ren writhed, unable to catch his breath. Losing Martha to Bruce one last time was going to break him. "M-martha…"

Confusion flitted across Martha's face before realization took over. "Oh. Honey." Agony lanced Ren. "I forgot you were here. His cock is just too good." She winked and stuck her tongue out at him. "Hold my hands while Master does what you never could: knock me up."

Ren lurched forward, the silk biting into his wrists. His penis throbbed with desire, and his heart leapt up into his throat. Martha released Bruce and held her hands up above her head at Ren and opened and closed them. Whimpers oozed, and he tried again, struggling and struggling. Yet another thing remained out of his power, and he was going to miss this incredible opportunity.

Martha's eyes fluttered open, and she tilted her head back further. Betrayal and pleasure warred on her face, but she let out a surprised noise. "Master, please untie my," a throaty moan interrupted her, "poor, pathetic, cuckold of a husband, so he can hold me as you take his place as the father of my child."

With a grunt, Bruce crashed into Martha. She gasped, and he grinded against her. No. He was going to cum inside her before Ren could do as she asked. Yet another failure. He tugged on his bonds once again, but the telltale signs of either of them climaxing didn't follow. Instead, Bruce pushed up from her, not allowing his dick to slide out, and did as she asked.

Tension melted away, and Ren's arms swung down on their own, tired of being held upright. Blood rushed back into his limbs, and his fingers tingled. Martha's sought his the instant they were freed, and they entwined. Happiness filled his chest as he let out a sigh of relief. If nothing else, he would be here for her at the big moment.

A grin spread, Martha's expression ecstatic. "I am so glad," Bruce plunged into her with strength and vigor, forcing an enraptured moan out of her, "you're here, you little cuckold-lover. Watch his incredible cock split me in two and give me the pleasure you never could."

"I love you," Ren blurted out, gripping Martha's hands tighter as if trying to cling onto her as Bruce made her forget him with every powerful, dominating thrust.

"Master is so close, honey." Martha's voice came out as little more than a thin whisper amid all the moans and mewling. "Him impregnating me is going to make me cum the hardest I ever have."

Agony lanced Ren's heart. Martha ignored him. His penis tried to stand up straight but failed all the same. "Martha, I…" He teetered on the verge. As much as he promised this very thing, he struggled to say anything without her, coupled with his perverseness, spurring him on.

Overwhelming ecstasy overtook Martha, and she writhed beneath Bruce. He slammed into her with a steady, forceful thump. "Yes, yes, yes. Master, make me yours."

Ren whined as Bruce and Martha made love before him. She started to slip despite Bruce's rhythmic thrusting. Ren gripped her hands tighter in a pathetic, vain attempt to keep her close. She already belonged to Bruce, but Ren still held some illusion of clinging to her. If she still had any feelings left for him, he would hold on.

Of course, what was the point of holding on? Martha had the right, deserved to have someone better than Ren in her life. Someone who gave her what she wanted in and out of the bedroom. Bruce ticked all those boxes and then some. The only thing Ren could do was surrender his claim to her and allow the superior man to take his place.

An excitable moan eked out of Martha as she tugged on Ren. "It's coming." Her head lulled from side to side, but she didn't meet his gaze again, lost in pleasure. "Coax him on for me, honey." Whimpers mixed with her words as she forced them out. "I want to hear you ask him to cum inside me and steal me away from you. He's making me feel things your pathetic penis never could."

Unable to deny Martha anything, let alone such an earnest plea, Ren focused on Bruce. The other man met him eye to eye. Ren's breath caught in his throat. He wanted to give her everything she desired, but he didn't know if he had it in him to do this now that it stared him in the face. Guilt weighed heavy. He couldn't satisfy her needs right when he had a chance.

Ren swallowed, butterflies whirling in his stomach. "Please," he floundered, "give my wife a worthy child." Every bit of him trembled, his member twitching. "Pump her full of your virile, superior seed and make her cum her gorgeous brains out."

Martha squealed in delight at Ren's appeal. Bruce nodded and, once again, picked up his pace. He crashed into her with commanding force, yet he retained a hint of tenderness, enhancing the sense of lovemaking. She dug her heels into his spine and pulled him into her. Tension yanked at Ren, but he didn't let go of her.

"I'm gonna cum," Bruce said in a low, guttural voice. "Get ready for it."

Something in the back of Ren's mind screamed at him to tell Bruce to pull out, but he couldn't form the words, speak them as he ramped up to a climax of his own.

"Kiss me," Martha blurted out. Ren lurched forward to obey, but she made her move toward Bruce, not him.

Ren's heart broke as Martha and Bruce locked lips. Muffled moans seeped out of her as he plugged away at her. Any moment now, he would burst inside her and make her cum whilst pumping her full of his potent seed. Ren languished, holding onto her for dear life. For her part, she didn't let go of him as she lost herself to the ecstasy Bruce gave her.

With one last unstoppable thrust, Bruce hilted within Martha. She bucked, and a shriek escaped her in a frantic flare. Her hands gripped Ren tighter while her entire body convulsed. Bruce grunted and humped her, making sure his jizz erupted into her vulnerable depths. The realization that this was the moment made Ren freeze.

Everything would change from now onward. Martha, as little of a claim he still had over her, would be Bruce's now. She was going to carry and give birth to his child. There was no way to undo it. He stole her away from him with each dominant act. Uneasiness caused his stomach to churn. Did he do the right thing?

Ren panted as Bruce and Martha continued to revel in one another and smooch. Tension rushed out of her, and her legs slipped from around his waist. Her grasp on Ren slackened, yet, to his surprise, she didn't let him go. Even as another man impregnated her, she still loved him. She got what she deserved, a true man, and he couldn't be happier.

A soft smack sounded, and Martha craned her neck forward. However, Bruce pulled away from her. She whined but accepted what he wished to do. The back of her head landed in Ren's lap, and he flinched. She giggled and wiggled around beneath Bruce. Ren couldn't see, but he imagined the flood of cum leaking from her satisfied, bred pussy.

"You," Martha took a moment to steady her breathing, "gave me so much. You really wanted to leave your mark, huh?"

"Can't leave it half-done." A smirk quirked the corners of Bruce's mouth, and he glanced up at Ren. "Not after his performance."

Martha shimmied further up Ren's body, her shoulder bumping into his sore testicles. He yelped and flinched. Laughter bubbled up out of her, and she shook her head. "It is quite…disappointing, but you made me cum so hard."

Deep, gruff amusement rumbled out of Bruce. "Someone has to. He certainly isn't going to." He grinned. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, Mr. Cuck. You're in for a lot in the coming months."

All Ren could do was nod. While he fantasized about this moment, thought about it, promised it many times, it still shocked him that it happened. An uneasiness began to settle in, and he trembled. However, all he did was squirm, his penis hard as a rock despite himself. Somehow, he didn't cum when they did. Perhaps his uncertainty held him back.

Leaning down and planting a loving kiss on Martha's lips, Bruce made her mewl one last time. He withdrew, much to her disappointment. "The guys have been out there a long time. I should go check on them, make sure they're not getting into any trouble."

"Okay," Martha said, rubbing Bruce's muscled thigh with her leg. "Don't be too long, though."

Bruce grinned at Ren. "Guess she can't get enough of me. I'll be back."

Martha shuddered as Bruce retreated. Inch after inch of glistening, filthy cock reappeared, coated in both of their juices. Her hips rose with the motion until he popped out with a squelch. The mattress shifted, and he stood at the foot of the bed. A bit of spunk dribbled out the tip of his dick.

Ren stared. If all that still clung to Bruce's manhood, how much more of it went into Martha? He shook at the thought and attempted to tear his gaze away from it. No matter how hard he tried, he failed. He gawked in numb astonishment. There was no way she didn't become pregnant from this, and he didn't know if he could handle that.

Without hesitation, Bruce snatched the sheets and cleaned his dick off. He leaned in and coped a feel of Martha's tit. She let out an approving noise and released Ren's hands. He lurched to grasp them again, but she moved too much. The floor creaked as Bruce left, closing the door behind him. For the first time that night, Ren and Martha were alone.

"Help me up," Martha said in a soft, breathy voice. "They really took a lot out of me."

Ren complied. He hauled Martha off his thigh and drew his leg out of the way. However, she spun around, whipped the towel away, and plopped down in his lap. He grunted as her weight crashed into him, and warmth trickled onto his erection. A gasp eked out of him as Martha wrapped her arms 'round his neck and settled atop him.

Gorgeous eyes stared back at Ren, and he let out a shaky breath. "Honey, you didn't finish yet," she frowned, squinting, "or did you?"

"N-no," Ren admitted, cocking his hips to try and brush against some, any part of Martha to help finish himself off.

"Well, that's no good. You came a whole bunch while tied up." Disappointment came over Martha's face. "Was my touch not enough?"

Panic spiked, and Ren squirmed. "That's not—"

A mischievous smirk spread across Martha's face, and she rocked. More of Bruce's spunk leaked out of her and dribbled down onto Ren's strained manhood. "What if I…no, you couldn't be waiting for me to grind his cum against your…manhood, could you?"

A pathetic whine escaped Ren rather than words or any kind of denial.

"Oh, that is the case." Martha shook her head and sighed. "You're such a submissive, little pervert, honey. I guess I will give you what you want." She shifted around until her wet, sticky lower lips graced the top of Ren's member near the base.

"I wish you could have seen him do it." Martha's voice played in Ren's ear, equal parts breathy, teasing, and enraptured. "The rush of his thick, hot, manly semen exploding in my vulnerable pussy." Her hot breath blew over his skin, and she shuddered. "I tried, but I couldn't keep it all inside. After the first pulse," she leaned in closer to him, her breasts squishing to his chest as she nipped at his earlobe, "it began to ooze out of me already."

Nothing but pathetic whimpering escaped Ren. He tried to speak, but he failed every time. Pleasure ran through him from Martha grinding against him and teetering on the verge. Her stiff nipples poked him as she rocked back and forth. Even more blood rushed south and caused him agonized frustration. He was so close.

Martha removed one of her arms from around Ren's neck, and she cradled her belly. "My womb is so full, honey. Even now, I can't stop the excess from leaking out. But," her lips brushed his ear, causing goosebumps to rise along his flesh, "you like that, don't you?"

Ren wished to deny it, but his excitement and his repeated climaxes proved otherwise without question. "Every time you're covered in another, better man's semen, you get a little too excited."

"Perhaps," Martha pulled back until her beautiful, tantalizing eyes came into view, "you can let your thin, weak semen out to try and fights Bruce's to impregnate me." A sly, knowing smirk quirked up the corners of her mouth. "Of course, we both know how that will go."

"Martha…" Ren attempted to thrust up into Martha, but he only managed to rub the tip against her thigh.

Martha cocked her head to the side. "Oh, what's wrong? Can't cum?" She giggled. "Are you dry already?" She angled her intimate bits closer to Ren's as if to challenge or mock him. "Come on; I'm giving you one last chance to try and stand up for yourself."

"I-I can't get it in," Ren said in a panic.

"Go on; keep trying while I rub, rub, rub," Martha teased while grinding on Ren more and more. "Feel Master's spunk all over your tiny penis. What he let out fills me more than your whole thing can."

Ren bucked up into Martha, desperate to slide into her ruined, sloppy pussy and burst. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't succeed. The condoms rubbed and bounced, weighing him down. His tip brushed her slick folds, and he groaned. She continued to grind against him, doing her part to push him over the edge.

"Come on, honey," Martha said with a faux anxiousness. "If you don't cum soon, Master's seed is going to take root." She let her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she moaned. "It's seeping into me."

Desperate need swept through Ren, but, regardless of his neediness, he couldn't stick the tiniest bit of his member into her womanhood. "Martha, I-I'm cumming."

"Do it," Martha instructed, staring Ren down. "Let it out. Give me everything you've got."

With a whimper of a moan, Ren did as Martha commanded. He bucked against her wet softness and erupted. Balls contracting, he fired off shot after shot of thin, watery spunk. She showed no reaction whatsoever to his outburst. That made him want to thrust, cum even more. However, he had nothing left; he was spent. Not that he had any chance at full strength.

"Oh." Realization came over Martha—genuine or forced, Ren didn't know. "Was that you," she leaned in a whispered in his ear, "or more of him?"

Mewling, Ren trembled. Martha smiled at him and stopped her gyrations, no longer needed. His head spun, feeling weak. She planted a tender peck on his forehead and slipped out of his lap. As she did so, she pulled him along with her. He landed on his side beside her while she lay on her back.

"Here," Martha grabbed Ren by the wrist and drew him close. She placed his hand on her belly and shifted closer to him. "I guess I am going to get pretty big now."

"Yeah," Ren said, at a loss for words.

Martha stroked the back of Ren's hand. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Of course I did," Ren blurted out, his nose brushing against Martha. "It was…the best night ever."

A giggle escaped Martha. "I am glad you think so. I thought so, too." She planted a peck of a kiss on Ren's cheek. "Especially the last part."

Ren's heart hammered in his chest, and his breath caught in his throat. "I can't believe he came inside. You're going to…to…"

"Carry his child?" Martha asked, gazing into Ren's eyes. He nodded. "It felt incredible. I came so much. How does it make you feel, knowing that a better man impregnated me on our wedding night?"

Ren breathed deep, and his nostrils flared. His spend member twitched. "Jealous but excited."

"Excited?" Confusion flitted across Martha's face, but a twinkle of amusement danced in her gorgeous eyes. "You really do want me to give birth to a strong, black man's child." Anxiety burned in Ren's abdomen, but he loved every second of it. "You're so naughty, honey. I love it."

"I love you, Martha," Ren blurted out, unable to think of anything else to say.

Cracking a smile, Martha leaned in and closed the gap between them. Their lips pressed together, much to Ren's surprise. They still adored each other, but, after everything that happened, it shocked him that she wanted to be with him. That just made him adore her all the more. He didn't deserve her, but he was thankful for every moment with her.

Martha eased back, grinning. "I love you, too, Ren." They cradled her stomach. She wouldn't show for quite a bit, but they would all know that Bruce gave her all she desired. "I couldn't ask for a better husband." She stuck out her tongue and winked at him.

A shudder worked its way through Ren, and he tensed up beside Martha. Her fingers interwove with his around her belly button. She didn't move and neither did he. They basked in the bliss of them being one while also giving her away. His thoughts drifted to the future and what it was going to be like to take care of a kid that wasn't his.

Ren's stomach churned. He thought, after everything, he would be more comfortable, excited even, with Bruce cumming inside Martha. After all, he spent who knows how long fantasizing about it. However, now that him impregnating her was becoming a reality, he didn't know if he made a mistake or not.

Could Ren stand by as Martha carried another man's child for nine months? And then…would he be able to deal with the fact that it wasn't his, let alone help her raise it? A tiny part of him, hidden away, grew excited at the thought. His penis twitched, but a pit bloomed in his stomach.

A sharp breath rushed out of Ren. He didn't think that Martha would go along with it, but, then again, why wouldn't she? Bruce gave her so much pleasure and teasing Ren amused and turned her on further. She loved Ren—his wedding ring weighed on his finger—but did she truly wish to surrender herself to Bruce more so than she already had?

Ren longed for nothing more than to give Martha everything she ever wanted and make her happy. That never stopped being his top priority. But still…he found himself wavering. Of course, he had asked for this in the first place, promising all sorts of things while lost in the desperate need to climax and see her experience astounding pleasures he was incapable of giving her.

Something tapped Ren on the shoulder, and he jumped. He tipped his head back, and softness greeted him. Concern darkened Martha's face, but she flashed him a beautiful smile. "Is something wrong, Ren? You have been staring into space for a while."

Ren's heart leapt up into his throat. How could he tell Martha what he was feeling? Then again…how could he not? They had promised to be open and honest with each other, and the last thing he wanted to do was break his word. Still, his mouth turned dry, and his chest tightened. He needed to speak his mind.

"Is it about last night?" Martha asked in her usual sweet, caring voice. Ren's jaw worked, but nothing came out. Instead, he resorted to nodding, her breasts cradling his head. "I thought you enjoyed yourself."

"I did. I just…" No matter how hard Ren tried, revealing his true feelings, betraying Martha's desires, tripped him up.

Without hesitation, Martha leaned forward, her hair tumbling into Ren's face and cascading down his shoulders. Her tits squished against him, and her face appeared above him. She smirked and planted a quick peck on his lips. A huff of a noise eked out of him. He wanted to kiss her more, to lose himself in her warmth, her love.

"Don't worry, Ren, yesterday was a safe day," Martha said staring down into Ren's eyes. Shock and relief jolted through him, and he twitched in his pants. She…she wasn't pregnant. "I wanted to see if you would follow through on your promise…but having you there, thinking he was going to knock me up, and holding my hands was so hot."

Blood continued to rush south, and Ren squirmed. Despite his member not being big enough to catch Martha's attention, she knew how he acted when he got excited. "Martha…I…"

"I bet it's a relief to hear…or maybe," a mischievous smirk spread across Martha's face, "a disappointment."

Confusion fluttered within Ren. His emotions careened like a roller coaster and gave him whiplash. However, he loved Martha. "No. I just…I want—"

Martha cut Ren off with another quick, tender kiss. When she pulled back, she grinned. "Oh, I think I understand. It's okay, honey, you'll get one more chance to get me pregnant before Master does if you really want to have a child with me."

Ren's chest burned. He didn't know what to say, but he reached up to try and hug Martha. She retreated, just out of reach before winking and sticking out her tongue at him. Without another word, she spun away and headed off into the kitchen. His heart hammered, and his breathing turned ragged.

Part of Ren wanted to be the one to have a child with Martha—he loved her, after all—but he didn't believe he was the best one to do it. He would never be able to impregnate her, yet he longed to. However, Bruce was far more suited to the task, and she would enjoy it. What could Ren give her that Bruce couldn't and better?

A shudder ran through Ren, and butterflies whirled in his stomach. This time might have been false, but next time Martha would make sure Bruce knocked her up. Ren had promised that he would allow such a thing. His excitement and fetish made him go along in his urge to see her pleasured. Now, he didn't know if he could go through with it.

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Chapter 5: Happily Ever After

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Chapter Text

"Enjoy your stay," the black-haired woman behind the counter said with a smile.

Martha squeezed Ren's hand, a bright, beaming grin on her face. "Thank you. We will."

Butterflies whirled in Ren's stomach as Martha pivoted and gestured for him to lead the way. He stuffed the key in his pocket and guided her to their room. They padded down the polished wood floors, their footsteps and the swish of her skirt echoing off the walls. He couldn't believe they were here.

"Oh, this place is so beautiful." Martha drifted closer to Ren, placing her free hand on his arm. Her wedding ring sparkled in the light that peeked through the window. She always played the loyal wife in public. "I'm so excited for our honeymoon."

Ren held Martha close. "Me, too. I can't believe we made it here."

A giggle escaped Martha. "Of course we did. We love each other."

"I love you, too, Martha," Ren said, his cheeks burning.

With a grin, Martha leaned in, her softness pressing against Ren, and planted a tender kiss on his cheek. "You're so sweet, Ren. I do not know what I did to deserve someone like you."

Ren's heart beat faster, and he couldn't help but smile. "You deserve the best. You're incredible."

Martha grinned broader. "I'm glad I have you, Ren." She pressed her breasts to his arm, and warmth seeped into him. Blood rushed south. He strained in his cage, groaning. "Oh. Looks like this is it," Martha said as if she didn't know what she was doing to him.

Peeling herself off Ren, Martha reached out her hand, waiting for him to give her the key. He didn't hesitate, fishing it out of his pocket. She snatched it, pulled away from him, and unlocked the door. It slid to the side with a satisfying scrape and clicked open. Without glancing back, she headed inside.

Ren drew the strap of their luggage pack further up his shoulder and followed Martha. His eyes snapped to her swaying backside. Despite the billowiness of the skirt she wore, the unmistakable shape of her perfect ass showed with every step. He twitched, unable to do anything about it.

"Can you give me the bag, honey?" Martha asked, her voice as sweet as honey. "I want to change, so we can get out onto the beach."

"Sure. Gimme a sec." Ren shuffled and closed the door. He fought with the bag until it slipped down his arm. The weight almost carried him to the floor, but he managed to save it at the last second. Martha stood there, hands clasped behind her back, smiling at him.

Freed, Ren plopped the luggage down on the foot of the bed. Martha swept up and brushed his bottom with gentle fingers before unzipping. She rummaged around inside. In a moment, she stopped and interposed herself between him and it. He frowned and stepped close to her.

Martha peeked back over her shoulder and shook her head. "That's right. You haven't seen it yet." She gestured with her chin. "Turn around."

Ren let out a sigh but obeyed without question. He was used to Martha ordering and denying him, yet she saved that for their sessions alone or with Bruce. Sounds of her pulling her outfit out of the sack and heading toward the bathroom came from behind him. The urge to peek rose, but he suppressed it.

"Okay," Martha said, playful, "you can turn back around." Ren did so and was greeted by her, from the shoulder up, poking out from the door. "Get dressed awhile, too. And remember, honey, no peeking." She stuck out her tongue and winked, shutting the door.

Silence hung in the air, save for Ren's breathing and the distant, muffled sounds of Martha undressing. The fact she didn't do it in front of him twisted his stomach, yet he couldn't deny that it excited him. Despite being husband and wife, she often teased him like this. She understood just how to work him up, and she reveled in doing so. Perhaps a little too much.

Oh, who was Ren kidding? He loved it, and he loved that Martha took such joy in it. Before, he never would have expected her to have this side to her. Now, he adored it. Every little thing she did to him turned him on. Each slight, admission, and tease brought so much pleasure out of him. And she had done it all for him.

Not wanting to disappoint Martha, Ren returned to the task at hand. He fished around in their belongings until he found the appropriate one. The white swimsuit slipped out with ease, the odd material rustling. He cocked his head. It looked a bit small…It wouldn't be out of place with any of the other things belonging to him.

Inhaling, Ren undid his belt and the button of his pants. They sagged the instant tension slackened but caught on something. The black cage, while as tiny as his penis, stuck out enough to catch the fabric. He groaned and bucked at the sight. Martha told him it suited him, and that she liked the color…which reminded her of Bruce.

A pathetic whine eked out of Ren, and he squirmed. The tiniest bit of thin precum dribbled from his tip, staining his underwear. He swallowed, hard, and resumed his task. If he didn't finish by the time Martha came back out, she would tease him. Of course, he relished her teasing. They did, however, have someplace to be.

Ren's trousers and boxers hit the floor, and he stepped out of them. He drew up his swim trunks and threw them on. As he reached his waist, tightness strained. The seam dug into his crotch and split his balls, yet they didn't show. A bulge formed in the front of the shorts from the cage, a dark spot more than noticeable. Martha didn't want to make it easy on him.

Frowning, Ren tugged the bottom hem of his shirt down. It stretched just far enough to cover up part of his shame. When in motion, he didn't know how much he could hide. Of course, most eyes wouldn't be on him. They would be on Martha. Not that he blamed anyone; she was stunning in anything she wore. Let alone in a swimsuit just for Bruce.

Martha hadn't finished, so Ren drew out the fanny pack. He unzipped it and checked the contents—sunscreen, tissues, some pain meds, and small-sized condoms. They were past the point where Martha required Bruce to wear one, yet she seemed keen on the idea of forcing Ren to. She deserved only the best. He threw it around his waist and zipped it back up.

The door creaked back open, and Ren flinched. Martha poked her head out, big-rimmed, black hat struggling to fit in the space. Her eyes met his and flicked down. A mischievous smirk spread across her gorgeous face, and he twitched. She expected the sight so of course she realized first thing. He hoped no one else would.

"Are you ready?" Martha asked, teasing Ren with a bare shoulder.

Ren nodded, unable to help himself.

Without further hesitation, Martha swung the door wide and stepped out into the room. Ren's breath caught in his throat. A white bikini with red frill struggled to contain her massive, heavy breasts. Her toned belly stood free, captivating, with most of the pale skin on her upper body exposed and ready to catch some sun.

Images of their wedding night fluttered through Ren's mind. Bruce had pumped all that thick, virile seed into Martha, but she hadn't gotten pregnant. It appeared it had been a safe day. Yet another tease for Ren. He strained against his cage, imagining what could have been. Not that she didn't mean to rectify the situation while they were here.

A sheer red skirt circled her waist, tapering up toward her crotch and exposing her left thigh. However, the bow that cinched it hid what lay beneath. The article hung low enough to reveal her belly button and tantalize Ren with seeing more of her. Excitement leaked out of him. He was right: no one would pay him any attention at all.

Hanging down, nestled in Martha's cleavage, shone a gold necklace set with a large ruby. Ren hadn't seen the piece of jewelry before. Not that new, surprise pieces didn't show up often. Bruce loved spoiling and pampering her, much to Ren's disgrace. He would never be able to afford one of these lavish gifts himself let alone so many.

Ren gawked at Martha while she did a little twirl. "What do you think?"

"Gorgeous," Ren breathed, unable to take his eyes off Martha.

"I knew you'd love it." Martha's eyebrow raised, and her gaze dipped down to Ren's crotch. "I bet your little guy is struggling right now."

Ren nodded as if Martha needed affirmation to know the truth. She grinned and stepped across the room with a sway of her hips. Her hands came up and cupped his caged manhood, cradling it with reverence and adoration. His head spun. No matter how much he wanted out, she wouldn't let him. As if he could do a thing if she did.

"If you can bear with it a little longer, honey," Martha leaned in until her face hovered a mere inch from his, "I promise you won't regret it." Mischievousness came over her expression and danced in her beautiful eyes. "Unless you'd rather stay locked up for me."

Ren's breath seized, and he bucked in Martha's embrace. The thought of never getting out sent a thrill down his spine. He would do anything she wished, even this. Opening his mouth to speak, he failed. All he could do was stare into her expectant, eager gaze. Is that what she wanted?

Laughter bubbled up out of Martha. She eased back, releasing Ren's locked-up package, and winked while sticking her tongue out. "Just kidding. I adore watching you try to puff up your little guy while Bruce so easily defeats you."

An ache formed in Ren's chest, but blood rushed south in a vain attempt to bring life to his shame. What could he say? He was at the mercy of Martha's whims, and he loved it. She treated him the way he yearned for and nothing else could be better. How he ended up with such an incredible wife, he didn't know.

"Come on," Martha said, gleeful, as she snatched Ren's hand. Her fingers interwove with her, and he squeezed. "I want to see the beach." A sly smirk quirked the corner of her mouth. "And Master is waiting for us."

The mere mention of Bruce caused Ren to groan and twitch. His reaction didn't go unnoticed, and Martha inhaled before swallowing. They both longed for what would happen when the three of them came together. Nothing would stop them, and they left their room, hand-in-hand, to enjoy their honeymoon to the fullest. He snatched the bag.

A warm breeze greeted Ren and Martha as they exited the inn. Her free hand shot up to catch the brim of her wide hat, preventing it from flying away. Sunlight struck him in the face, and he squinted. He should have brought sunglasses, yet his thoughts weren't clear. Not with her so close in such a tantalizing outfit and while he remained caged.

The salty sea air invaded Ren's nostrils, and he let out an appreciative murmur. Martha glanced at him and smiled. She gripped him tighter and drifted closer. Her skirt fluttered in the wind and brushed against his leg. The tender touch caused him to glance down. His trunks clung to his lower half, the dark spot at his crotch clear as day.

Heat flared in Ren's cheeks. He lifted his head, and another happy couple strode toward them. The urge to try and hide his shame jolted through him. He jerked his left hand to cover himself, but Martha held him tight, preventing him from doing so. Panic surged, but he didn't struggle. She wanted anyone and everyone to see.

The man and woman passed them. Martha smiled as Ren stared, intent, checking to see if either of them noticed and looked. The guy gawked at Martha as expected while the lady glanced down and raised an eyebrow. Martha continued to beam, pleased with herself. Meanwhile, she played the part of the loving wife.

As the other two went on their way, Martha pulled closer to Ren. Her hot breath invaded his ear. "I think she noticed." He squirmed, letting out a pathetic little whine. His heart hammered in his chest, and he groaned. "Does that turn you on, honey?"

Without hesitation, Ren nodded. Martha giggled and planted an affectionate kiss on his cheek.

"You're such a masochistic pervert, aren't you?" Martha asked despite knowing the clear answer.

Ren let out a huff and squeezed Martha's hand. "Yes."

A happy noise escaped Martha, and she squished her breasts into Ren's arm. Softness and heat enveloped him. "I love you, my little cuckold-lover."

Turning to Martha, Ren locked eyes with her and leaned forward for a smooch. A smile spread across her face. The instant he came close, she pulled away. Frustration burned within him, causing him to strain against his little cage. She adored denying him whenever she wished. And yet, her chest remained pressed to him.

Ren gave up, much to Martha's amusement. Instead, he focused on their destination. No other people met them along the way, so he didn't have to bear the embarrassment of them seeing him locked up while his wife clung to him. Anticipation welled up inside him, and he suspected it did the same in her. If not for her skirt, he might see her leaking with arousal.

The edge of the beach came up, and Martha came to a stop. A sign stood there to reserve this section—their name written on it. Bruce said he was going to book a part of the resort for just the three of them. Just another flashy show of his wealth that Ren couldn't compete with. If not for the implications of what they would be doing today, he might have felt emasculated.

"I cannot believe he did this," Martha said in disbelief, yet Ren caught the elation hidden in her voice. "He spends so much money on me."

Ren's chest tightened, but he couldn't deny his enthusiasm. "He really does."

With a grin, Martha met Ren's gaze. "Does it make you jealous and feel small, honey? You do not need to compete with him." She leaned in and tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. "He already won."

Ren bucked, an ache blooming between his legs. Martha was right—Bruce blew him out of the water. That didn't stop Ren from experiencing shame, humiliation, and excitement. Her hot breath rushed over his ear, and he groaned in arousal and agony. She smiled, hovering close.

"Come on," Martha said, squeezing Ren's hand. "Master did all of this for us; we shouldn't keep him waiting."

Without question, Ren took a step forward. Martha stood beside him, beaming with elation. Any onlooker, who didn't already see his cage, would believe her to be a normal, happy wife out for a lovely day with her new husband. She was that in part, but they had a twisted version of "normal." One neither of them would trade for anything.

An expanse of white sand stretched out before them as they headed toward Bruce. Warmth greeted Ren the instant his feet hit the beach. He sighed and cast his gaze upward. A clear blue sky hung over them, the perfect weather for what was to be a perfect day. Beyond, the gentle, rolling waves lapped at the far end.

Between Ren and Martha and the sea, a large, black umbrella rose. Three towels of varying sizes were laid out beneath it. He understood which one would be his. That didn't matter, though. Martha pulled away from him, their hands slipping apart. She ran toward the man responsible and the one she came here to see, to be with.

Bruce stood beside his little set-up. His bare, broad shoulders and chest glistened in the bright overhead sunlight. He turned as Martha approached him, and his gaze flicked to her before Ren. A grin split his features. No matter how many times Ren met with Bruce, saw him in comparison to himself, he never got over just how better suited for Martha he was.

"Master," Martha cried, ecstatic, while holding her hat on with one hand. She closed the gap between her and Bruce in an instant, her skirt flaring out behind her. The moment she came close enough, she hopped into the air and his arms. He embraced her and squeezed her tight. The stark contrast of their skin sent a shiver down Ren's spine.

Martha hugged Bruce, wrapping herself around him. Their lips came together, hungry and decisive. Ren continued to walk forward. His penis twitched, trying—in desperation—to grow hard. The cage prevented such useless nonsense. However, that didn't diminish his arousal, only heightened it.

Smacks sounded as Bruce and Martha went at it like they hadn't seen each other in the longest time. It had only been a couple of days, but that didn't seem to matter. Tongue flashed here and there while they made out as if Ren wasn't there. Agony lanced him, yet he didn't dare shy away or leave. He would remain for the duration and revel in masochistic bliss.

Bruce pulled back, breaking their kiss. Martha craned her neck forward in a vain attempt to keep them connected. A strand of saliva stretched between their lips, only snapping once she conceded. His massive hands slipped down her back to her ass, squeezing, thick fingers dimpling her clothed flesh. Ren wished to see the same action without the skirt. All in good time.

"I'm so happy to be here," Martha said, leaning in against Bruce's rippling muscles. "It is such a beautiful day, and you are…" She trailed off, staring into his eyes.

A smirk quirked Bruce's mouth. "So big and strong and handsome?"

"All that and more. I cannot wait to—" Martha glanced at Ren as he came to a stop near them. She smiled. "To have you take what is yours."

Bruce cocked his head to the side. "Oh, I think Mr. Cuck knows who you belong to. Isn't that right?"

Ren swallowed and nodded, dwarfed by Bruce in every way.

"He does know his place." Martha cast her gaze back toward Ren, gesturing with a flippant wave of her hand. "Look at him. He allowed me to make him wear that tiny bathing suit while wearing his cute new cage where anyone could see."

Laughter bubbled out of Bruce. "You're such a masochist. I bet you're leaking in that little thing, too."

"Is that true, honey?" Martha asked, her eyes shining with excitement. "Are you making a mess already? We have not even started anything yet."

"Yes," Ren admitted. All of them knew he would never make it to the main event.

Martha shook her head, feigning disappointment. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You could kick him to the curb," Bruce offered without skipping a beat and sounding more serious than usual.

Ren's heart leapt into his throat, and he lurched forward. Panic flared despite knowing that Martha wished to do anything but get rid of him. "B-but…"

"We're married, Master," Martha chided, staring into his eyes. "We do everything together."

Bruce grinned. "You really do like teasing him, don't you?"

"Of course." Martha cast her gaze to Ren, making a show of flicking her eyes down to his crotch and noticeable…equipment. "It's just so easy, and he gets so excited and leaky."

Ren couldn't deny a word Martha spoke, yet something about the matter-of-fact way she said them caused him to anguish and squirm. Still, he didn't refute them. All he did was stand there and stare at the happy couple—Bruce's muscled arms cradling her with such ease and affection. If not for her skirt, Ren suspected Bruce to already be brandishing an erection.

"Honey," Martha called, breaking Ren free of his brooding, "can you put some sunscreen on my back? It's getting a little hot." Bruce lowered her to her feet, and her legs trembled. However, she remained upright.

Ren nodded and unzipped his fanny pack. He fished around inside it for his goal and retrieved it. As he did so, Martha padded over to the blanket across Bruce's set-up and lay face down. She hooked her arms behind her back and unfasted her top. The straps slid off her back, and the side of her ample, squished breasts came into view. He bucked at the sight.

As Ren stepped closer to Martha, Bruce hung back to watch. Anxiousness bubbled up deep within Ren. He didn't know why; this wasn't a competition or anything. Not yet. All he had to do was apply sunscreen to his loving wife. The idea of running his hands all over her while spreading white cream around made him twitch in his cage.

Martha peeked up at Ren, her eyes burning with anticipation and begging for him to hurry up. He swallowed, hard, uncertain of why she wanted this so much. Any other time, she shunned his touch. Perhaps she enjoyed the thought of him rubbing her all over. Of course, Bruce was far more suited to the job, being far larger and manlier.

Regardless, Ren took to his duty with gusto. He straddled Martha, trying not to rest all his weight on her backside. She turned forward, waiting for him to do his work without a word. The cap popped open, and he squirted out the first bit. It came out a lot easier and quicker than he expected. However, he paid the slight oddness no mind.

Ren worked his hands together. The sunscreen squelched and dribbled from between his fingers and palms. He leaned toward Martha. She lay there, content. Blood continued to rush south despite the obvious uselessness of the instinctual reaction. No matter how turned on he became, he couldn't sport his pathetic erection.

Dripping, Ren pushed on Martha's back. She groaned at his touch, and she arched the slightest bit. He bucked, grinding against the hump of her ass. A disproving noise escaped her, yet she didn't say a word. Panic surged, and he attempted to ease back. If he went too far, though, he wouldn't be able to reach her. He was too small.

As Ren spread the lotion, it didn't stay put. Instead, it ran the instant he applied it. He tried again, shaking the bottle first. However, that only seemed to make it worse. The next spurt came out more water than cream. Still, he made an attempt, desperate, to make it work. He rubbed and rubbed and reapplied, but the same result came to pass.

Martha turned her head until the corner of her eye met Ren's gaze. She frowned. "What's wrong? It feels so thin and runny."

"I-I don't know. It's…" Ren continued to try and do as Martha asked, but he failed to have any of it stick. He couldn't even do something so simple right.

An exasperated sigh escaped Martha, and she shook her head. "Should I ask Master to do it right?"

"No," Ren blurted out, struggling to contain the panic raging within him. He wanted to at least do this right. "Give me a second. I can do this."

"I cannot feel a thing," Marth said with a wink while sticking out her tongue. "I guess you and your 'cream' are useless, huh, honey?" Agony lanced Ren's heart, but he throbbed below, pressed against her bottom, impotent. "Let Master take care of it."

"Come on, Mr. Cuck, get off her." Bruce stepped up close, towering over Ren more so than usual. He held a large bottle of sunscreen. "Let a real man handle this."

As much as Ren didn't want to admit defeat, he had no choice. Shoulders slumping, he pushed off Martha and rose. Tiny droplets dripped onto her back, but they rolled off the instant they hit her flesh. A lump formed in his throat. He stumbled backward as Bruce sauntered up to take his place like he always did.

Bruce dropped down into a crouch, straddling Martha and hovering over her. He had the size, the reach to do anything and everything he wished to her. The sun glinted off his dark skin as he moved into position. A massive tent rose in the front of his trunks, showing off his ample manhood. Ren didn't know how it stayed in Bruce's clothes.

The instant Bruce settled atop Martha, he pressed his crotch to her ass. She sucked in a sharp breath, arching her back. He rocked his hips, simulating thrusting into her, and she groaned beneath him. As he worked, he popped the cap on the bottle. Rather than catch it on his hands as Ren had, Bruce squirted the sunscreen onto her exposed back.

Martha let out a surprised yet approving noise as the lotion struck her. Unlike when Ren attempted it, the thick, white cream stayed put. The viscous blob reminded him of something else. A smile curled her lips, and he struggled to remain upright. Bruce enjoyed showing off and emasculating Ren, and she loved every second of it.

"Oh," Martha cooed, "that feels so much better. And you haven't even started yet."

"I know what you want." Bruce dug his fingers into Martha's shoulder blades, thrusting against her backside.

Martha gasped, moaning. "You always do." She tried to glance back at Bruce, but he forced her down. He rubbed the thick cream into her skin. "Use your big, manly hands to spread it all over my back."

"I hope that's not all you want me to do," Bruce said with a knowing smile. All the while, his clothed cock grinded between her asscheeks.

"No," Martha breathed, arching her back to stick her ass out for Bruce to grind against. "Keep going."

Each time Bruce worked his way up Martha's back, he rolled forward atop her. She groaned, her breasts squishing out from underneath her. Ren squirmed, his hand going to his crotch. Material rustled, and he bumped into the hard plastic. Unlike so many times before, he wasn't allowed to jerk off. Perhaps she might allow him to later.

"Your…cream is so nice and thick, Master." Martha let out a huff of a breath, squirming beneath Bruce. "It is so much better than," she glanced at Ren with a smirk, "his thin, watery waste."

"What can I say? I know what the ladies like." As he spoke, Bruce's hands drifted lower and lower. His big thumbs slipped under the waistband of Martha's skirt, and she moaned.

With a smile, Martha peeked back at Bruce. "I don't think you need to rub there, Master."

Bruce grabbed two handfuls of Martha's plump ass and squeezed. How the fabric didn't snap, Ren didn't know. "What, you think I brought you all the way out here not to have some fun?"

Crimson flushed Martha's cheeks. Of course, she did. They all did. There was no other reason for them to be here except for another of their countless sessions. Ren bucked and groaned at the thought of Bruce ploughing her right here on the beach. Excitement bloomed, and he longed to see him take her in front of him.

"Of course not." Martha grinned and wiggled her backside against Bruce's firm embrace. "But out here?"

Bruce rolled forward, his bulge disappearing between Martha's thighs as he dug his fat fingers into her supple ass. Ren whined, inching closer, wishing he could see. Her skirt covered and obscured even Bruce's massive hands. That didn't stop Ren from imagining it all clear as day. He had seen it all before oh-so-many times.

"Don't you like being shown off?" Bruce asked as he drifted. He slipped out from under Martha's attire and resumed rubbing up along her back. His clothed cock replaced his hands, grinding against her stuck-out bottom.

Martha opened her mouth, but only a happy moan escaped her. She shuddered, eyes fluttering. "I do." She peeked over at Ren. "For him. Always."

"What about the sand? I don't—" Martha yelped as Bruce dug into her shoulders while pinning her to the ground with his powerful hips.

"I can hold you while I fuck you unlike someone," Bruce said with a mocking grin as he glanced at Ren.

A thoughtful expression came over Martha's face. "I do not know." The corner of her mouth quirked up. "Maybe he can do it."

Laughter rumbled out of Bruce as he went well beyond rubbing the sunscreen into Martha's back. "You're kidding, right? We both know he can't." He thrust, eclipsing her, as if to make his point.

Despite knowing he would never be able to accomplish such a thing, a desire to prove himself rose within Ren. "Martha, I…" Perhaps he only wanted to be shamed and humiliated instead.

"See?" Martha asked, locking eyes with Bruce. "He wants to try. We should let him."

Bruce shook his head. "All right." He squeezed Martha one last time and eased back. However, his crotch stayed glued to her ass. "How about we make a game out of it? Add a little punishment for failure."

Shaking, Ren nodded. "W-what did you have in mind?"

"Well," Bruce rubbed his chin, "I'll give you first dibs since she's your wife. If you can lift her up like you're going to have sex with her, I'll bow to you and say how good you are for her. If you fail," a mischievous smirk spread across his face, "you gotta drop your trunks and show off your little, leaky accessory."

Tension gripped Ren. He had no chance of succeeding in any reality. However, that didn't seem to dissuade Bruce…or his own foolish desire to prove himself. All three of them knew he would fail, and it would only accentuate his perverse, masochistic pleasure. He couldn't say no to the challenge even if he wanted to.

"What do you think, Martha?" Bruce asked, causing Ren's intent gaze to snap to her.

Martha, wiggling her backside against Bruce, put a thoughtful finger to her bottom lip. "It sounds reasonable to me."

"Martha," Ren breathed, his chest tightening.

A smile graced Martha's gorgeous face. "You can do it, honey," she said in faux encouragement and cheer. "I believe in you." Without skipping a beat, she glanced back at Bruce. "Master, help me up."

Easing back, Bruce allowed his and Martha's bodies to part. The re-emergence of his daunting tent sent a shiver down Ren's spine. Bruce clapped her asscheeks, and she yelped. Crimson flushed her cheeks as she peeked at him, lust shining in her beautiful eyes. Ren wished she looked at him the way she did at Bruce.

Martha rose partway before Bruce grabbed her by the hips and hoisted. She shot up onto her feet, breasts bouncing free of her loose, hanging bikini. A soft whine escaped Ren as he caught glimpses of her ample tits and stiff, erect nipples. She spotted his gaze, smirked, and pivoted. Hiding herself from him, she reached behind her back and secured the strap.

"Come here, honey," Martha said while spinning to face Ren. Despite being covered back up, her deep cleavage remained.

Ren didn't hesitate. His shaky legs carried him toward Martha and closed the gap between them in an instant. She giggled at his eagerness. He didn't stand a chance, yet he surged with such enthusiasm. Either way, they would all get some enjoyment out of his performance…lacking as it always was.

"Go ahead and pick me up." Martha couldn't help but let an amused grin curl her lips.

Swallowing, Ren inched forward and wrapped his arms around Martha. To his surprise, she embraced him. Not that she never did, but she treated him as lesser whenever Bruce was present. Warmth seeped into him from her exposed skin. He wished that more of him matched, so he could feel her all over.

Martha cocked her head to the side, staring down into Ren's eyes. "What is the matter? Do you admit defeat without even trying?"

Panic flitted through Ren, and he squeezed Martha. Her breasts found his face. Softness enveloped him, smothering him, and blood rushed south. His penis strained, in vain, in his little cage. She arched her back, pushing her tits into him more. They blocked out his vision and made it difficult to breathe…not that he minded.

Trying to ignore all the tantalizing stimulation, Ren attempted to focus on the task at hand. In spite of everything stacked up against him, he managed to hug Martha and tug. She didn't move. Not more than a gentle sway that only saw her lean heavier upon him. He grunted and tried again. Nothing.

Shame and a blooming urgency swelled within Ren. The more he struggled, the deeper into Martha's smothering tits he seemed to sink, the more his legs trembled under their combined weight. As if teasing him, she allowed more of her to sag. He almost staggered backward, losing his balance, but he somehow remained firm.

"You can do it, honey," Martha encouraged, her heart hammering in Ren's ears. "Just a little more. I am on my tiptoes." She rose to accentuate her point; however, that only proved how little he moved her.

Frustration roiled deep within Ren. No matter how hard he struggled, he would fail this little test. He hugged Martha tighter and heaved. Muscles contracted and strained, but they did nothing more than strain him. His lungs burned, and his head spun. If he kept at it, he would pass out. Yet how could he stop and lose this closeness to her?

Martha, as if oblivious to Ren's struggle, smothered him with her big, soft breasts. Despite her top, her nipples stabbed at his cheeks. He bucked, and she grinded against him, focusing on his crotch with hers. It had been so long since he had been so close to her womanhood...and he remained locked away, impotent.

"I think I feel a wet spot," Martha said as she continued to tease and excite Ren. "Are you getting so turned on that you are leaking, honey?"

Unable to hold on, Ren let out an urgent noise. Martha's tits muffled his pathetic sounds, but she understood their meaning. With a sigh, she eased back, lowering onto her heels and pulling away from him. He sucked in a sharp breath and almost collapsed from the strain and lack of oxygen. She held his arms, loose, and stared at him.

Disappointment shone all over Martha's face, but the corner of her mouth quirked up in amusement. "You tried your best. You got so close." Ren didn't, not by any stretch of the imagination, and her little, obvious fib caused him to groan in agonized delight.

Bruce swept up behind Martha and placed his hands on her hips. She jumped at his touch, yet a smile curled her lips as she peeked over her shoulder at him. He wasted no time. In an instant, he spun her around and hoisted her off the ground. Giggling escaped her as she lifted into his embrace with ease.

The result of their "game" had been known from the beginning—nothing changed. Still, part of Ren wilted. Seeing Martha in Bruce's strong, masculine arms and in such delight drove him wild. He almost burst on the spot. If only she had teased him a little more, he might have dirtied his trunks with his mockery of manliness.

Martha leaned into Bruce, their faces less than an inch apart. "I suppose this means you win." She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her crotch against his ample bulge.

"Was there ever any doubt?" Bruce asked with a sly grin before he closed the diminishing gap between them and pressed his lips to hers.

Martha let out a muffled moan. She trembled while Ren stared at her from behind. Her backside stuck out, but her skirt prevented him from seeing her perfect ass. Just an outline, a hint would do. He groaned, biting his lip, and put his hand on his junk. Frustration burned. He couldn't even jerk off like he always did in these scenarios.

A wet smack sounded as Martha and Bruce broke their kiss. Ren tried to move, to scoot over beside them, but he remained rooted in place. She eased back as Bruce's hands slipped down her back to her bottom. He squeezed, and she mewled, excited. The fact that she hadn't ripped his shorts off yet surprised Ren.

"No," Martha said in a low, breathy voice. "But I guess that means the loser needs to do something." She turned toward Ren, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Honey, how about you rip those tight, little trunks off and show Master your new cage?"

Panic blossomed, but Ren didn't know why. Of course, Bruce would see it at some point or another. However, being outside…was Martha asking him to get naked here. No one else could see, yet something seemed wrong. This would be the first time he exposed himself away from their home or a hotel room.

"Okay," Ren managed while nodding, trying—and failing—to suppress his concerns.

Trembling fingers sought the cord tied at Ren's waist. Something swelled alongside his anxiety. He relished the treatment, made to do things he never thought he would. All for the sake of Martha…and his perversions. His dick continued to struggle and strain against its confinements, not quite learning its lesson.

As Ren worked, his digits bumped into each other in an unbecoming, bumbling fashion. His confidence had been eroded far more than it ever had, yet he didn't want to disappoint Martha. The burning desire to fulfill any of her commands, no matter how humiliating, intensified within him. She wanted him here, so he needed to do everything in his power to thank her.

Despite being untied, the article didn't budge. Ren hooked his thumbs into the waistband and shimmied it down. Meanwhile, Martha remained in Bruce's embrace, his massive hands eclipsing her backside. She didn't move to distance herself from him, not that Ren expected her to. The two of them made the greatest of pairs, after all.

The lower Ren pushed, the more of him became exposed. While Bruce and Martha had seen him countless times, this felt different. She knew how he looked, the pathetic way his penis failed to fill the tiny device when he wasn't aroused. That wouldn't stop her from commenting about it to Bruce. Or him from remarking on his own.

Rustling sounded as the thin material dropped and pooled around Ren's ankles. He hunched, trying in vain to obscure himself as much as possible. Of course, he didn't have anything to help. Instead, he stood out in the open, naked from the waist down, save for the little thing hanging onto his manhood between his legs.

"Oh, it looks so much better out here in the sun," Martha said, a joyous expression on her face. "Honey, it really suits you." She turned back to Bruce. "Don't you think, Master?"

Bruce cracked an amused grin. "If it wasn't for the color, I wouldn't be able to see much of anything."

Martha rolled her eyes and struck Bruce's chest with a playful smack of the back of her hand. "You do not have to be like that after he did such a brave thing. Think about how hard it must be to reveal your tiny, leaking, locked-up manhood to your wife and a better man."

Agony lanced Ren, yet his penis dribbled out more shameful precum in excitement.

"I guess you have a point." Laughter rumbled out of Bruce, and he shook his head. "I didn't think anyone could look so pathetic." He locked eyes with Ren. "We haven't done anything yet, and you're already making a mess. Do you like being denied and shamed that much, Mr. Cuck?"

Ren nodded without hesitation. There was no point in denying it—they all knew. He had made it clear oh-so-many times. His admission only drew out more laughter, Martha joining in this time. Ren's cheeks flared as his cage lurched and jingled. The two of them had him right where they wanted him, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

"Honey," Ren glanced up at Martha, a smile on her gorgeous face, "do you want a chance to redeem yourself?"

"Yes." Ren didn't believe he could or that Martha would give him a real chance, yet he acquiesced.

Martha's face lit up. "Great. How about," she tapped her finger on her chin, "you and Master do a series of push-ups while I cheer you on? Whoever does the most wins. And…" A thoughtful expression came over her face, and she cocked her head to the side. "The loser must praise the winner and tell them how much better they are. On their knees."

"I like the sound of that," Bruce said as he set Martha down. She wobbled, but he placed a hand on her waist to steady her. "You've already had some warm-up, Mr. Cuck. You should be raring and ready to go, right?"

There was no way that Ren stood any kind of chance. Martha did it on purpose. "Right." He bent down to retrieve his trunks and—

"Honey." Confusion flitted through Ren, and he peeked up at Martha. "Leave them off. They will just get in the way, won't they?" She smiled.

With how tight the shorts were, Ren didn't believe they would. Of course, that wasn't why Martha said it. She wanted to see him perform, and fail, while showing off his shame. His entire body quaked, and his head spun. She didn't intend to go easy on him. Not that he expected her to after everything they had done together. He dribbled more.

Relinquishing, Ren righted himself and stepped out of his discarded clothing. Martha flashed him a smirk before slipping out of the way. Bruce lumbered forward and pointed toward the towel beside his. Ren complied, heading over and dropping down onto his hands and knees. He couldn't remember the last time he did a single push-up. It would be over soon.

A shadow swept over Ren. Martha stood in front of him between him and Bruce. She stared down at him, excitement and amusement evident in her pretty eyes. They darted over to Bruce as he did the same as Ren, only with far more grace. Bruce's muscles rippled with power as he settled into position and turned to Ren.

"Ready, Mr. Cuck?" Bruce asked, smirking.

Ren shot an uneasy look at Martha, and she nodded. "I will keep track of both of your efforts, so do not worry about it. Just do your best and good luck."

Mouth dry, Ren inhaled. "Ready."

"Okay," Martha said while Ren made a futile attempt to mirror even a fraction of Bruce's form. "Get ready. Three, two, one—go!"

Ren's arms trembled as he lowered toward the ground. His abdomen quaked, and his hips rolled forward. He tried to push himself back, proper, but he failed. Instead, he wavered as he attempted to follow through on the simple action. When he tried to push off and rise, he grunted in strained effort.

"One," Martha counted in an all-too-eager voice.

Trying to resist the urge to glance up at Martha, Ren hit the apex. A harsh breath rushed out of him. How he had managed to perform a single push-up surprised him. That didn't make things any easier. In fact, it made them far more difficult. If he had failed right off the bat, he could give up with ease and not worry about it. Now….

Ren's chest tightened as he dropped once more. His limbs shook under his weight, not used to acting in this manner. Struggling and swaying, Martha didn't urge him to correct his posture. For that, he was thankful. Of course, beside him, Bruce no doubt performed like an expert. He had all the muscle Ren did not to best the trial.

Martha's shadow swayed in front of Ren as he managed to complete a second. "Two." Her voice turned oh-so-sweet. "You can do it, honey."

Hearing Martha cheer him on caused Ren's stomach to churn. He stood no chance of beating Bruce even if he did do more than he ever imagined he could. No matter how much she rooted for him, he would fail, let her down. Time and time again, he succumbed to his weakness. This would be no different, and all three of them knew it.

Mind focused on disappointing Martha, Ren banged out a handful more push-ups. His breathing became ragged, and his body ached. Each pathetic, wavering motion brought him closer and closer to his limit. He couldn't go on, and, without glancing over at Bruce, he could guess that he was nowhere near finished.

"You are only a little behind Master, honey." A lie, for sure. Ren had no way of dreaming of keeping up with his better. "Keep going. I believe in you."

Every one of Martha's encouraging words struck Ren hard. She only said such things to mock and toy with him, yet some part of him took them to heart. That only made it all the more difficult for him to keep going. And still, despite his struggles, blood rushed to his crotch. He groaned and strained, on the verge of collapsing.

Pushing himself up on quaking arms, Ren used the last bit of his floundering strength. He let out a yelp as he collapsed. A dull thud sounded, and the air huffed out of his lungs. Agony swelled. He lost. Not that he expected anything else. They could have forgone this silly contest and just had him concede from the get-go. However, he reveled in the humiliation of it all.

Ren turned his head to his left. Bruce continued to pump his body up and down, and, to make it even more disheartening, he did it with only one arm. His strength and mastery caused Ren to shudder and wilt. He glanced up at Martha. She paid him no mind, staring at Bruce with intense, hungry eyes. The ample bulge in his trunks stood out and captivated her.

Conflicting emotions flitted through Ren, and his mouth worked: "Martha."

Surprise flashed on Martha's face, and she shook her head. She turned her attention back to Ren and frowned. "Honey," she chided, putting her hands on her hips. "You barely did any. Are you that weak?"

Without a second thought, Ren nodded. Tightness gripped his chest, but what else could he do? It was the truth. Even when not compared to Bruce, he had no physical strength or stamina. That wasn't who he was. He lacked in quite a few places; no one needed to bring in a stud as a point of reference. Twitching jolted through him as he belittled himself.

"Look at how easily Master does it and with an erection," Martha said as she bit her lower lip. He didn't stop despite winning. She drifted closer to Ren, and he caught a peek of an up-skirt. Wetness glistened on her thighs. "That sight is familiar, isn't it?"

Ren nodded before his gaze snapped from Martha's wet womanhood back to Bruce's unyielding driving. "Perhaps I should go lie down beneath him and allow him inside me."

A harsh breath escaped Ren, and Martha's name tumbled from his lips. Precum dribbled from his cage.

"You would like that, wouldn't you, my helpless cuckold? Seeing his," their eyes met, "big, black cock plunging into your wife's poor, tiny pussy."

Grinding against the ground, Ren groaned at the thought, the mental images burned into his brain. He couldn't take any more; he wanted Bruce to take Martha here and now. Show her what a real man was like and satisfy all her needs. Do everything to her that Ren couldn't and leave her pregnant with his child.

A mischievous smirk quirked Martha's lips. "Are you that desperate, honey, that you would try to hump the ground while caged?" Unable to answer, Ren squirmed and stared up at Martha, pleading. "Since you lost, how about you show Master just how easily you can cum now?"

Ren perked up. "Does that mean—"

"No," Martha said, and Ren shrank beneath her decisiveness. "You must be really worked up by now. It should be easy to just rub a bit and shoot. Right?"

The tightness in Ren's chest grew. Martha was right, of course—she always was. However, he had yet to put on such a pathetic display for Bruce. Not that whatever else he did fared better. Even if he didn't stand a chance to do anything but humiliate himself, he wished to do it free of the constricting device.

Bruce stopped his rhythmic work and spun into a seated position. "Go on, Mr. Cuck." He grabbed Martha's waist. She slid in close to him and sat beside him, smiling. "Give us a good show. You wouldn't want to disappoint your wife, would you?"

"No," Ren muttered as he shifted around. He spread his legs and reached down, but Martha shook her head. She gestured for him to stand. Sighing, he obeyed.

Shaky, Ren stood before Bruce and Martha. They waited, expectant, as shameful precum dribbled in his cage. She slipped her right hand into Bruce's lap and started to rub his massive erection as if to instruct Ren what he should do. A whine seeped out of him, and he moved to follow suit.

Despite being locked away, the tiniest movement and bumps caused Ren to shudder and moan. He grazed the inside as he shifted it up and down while stroking. His balls swelled, and he teetered on the brink. Between all the teasing and emasculation, he would cum at any moment. That only further accentuated the pleasure he took in becoming the center of attention.

"You are so close, aren't you, honey?" Martha asked as she sagged against Bruce and played with his dick. "Master isn't close at all. Even if I were to continue teasing him with my hand like this," she made a show of traveling up and down his entire length with ponderous, deliberate motions, "he would not cum."

Ren bucked into his hand's absurd ministrations. The jostling caused him to groan and grit his teeth. He almost came. The inevitable would come sooner rather than later, yet he wanted to deny it as long as possible. Of course, he stood no chance. Not losing to the shameful thrills of the day remained a distant, foolish hope.

"Go ahead," Martha said as she jerked Bruce off while staring straight into Ren's eyes. "Cum for me, honey. Show Master how good you are."

"Martha," Ren breathed as he thrust into his palm.

To finish himself off, Ren cupped his balls and jiggled the whole package. As he did so, he squeezed the slightest bit. Pleasure jolted through him, and he bucked. A moan tumbled from his lips, and a spurt shot from his masochistic penis. Martha giggled as his shamefulness failed to come anywhere close to her and Bruce. The humiliation only made him cum harder.

While he pulsated and dribbled, Ren huffed and groaned. He didn't stop toying with his manhood the entire time. More, he painted the insides of his cage with his weak spunk. The fact that he orgasmed without any real direct stimulation should have brought him great disgrace, yet he only felt intense ecstasy.

"Oh," Martha said in surprise. "You really did it." A smirk spread across her pretty face. "Don't you find it shameful to spurt into your little cage hands-free?"

Ren's head spun as his spasms and pulsations slowed. He breathed hard, vision floundering. Delight shivered through his body, and he couldn't help but enjoy his pitiful showing. Semen clung to him and leaked out of his confinement. He would need to take care of the mess he made, but now all he could focus on was Martha.

"You're really that easy, huh?" Bruce asked, coping a feel of Martha while she stroked him. "I don't know if I'd be able to live with myself if I were you."

"It is a good thing you are not, then." Martha pressed her breasts up against Bruce's muscled arm and squeezed his clothed cock. "This is too good to imagine living without."

Agony lanced through Ren's chest, but he had to agree. After seeing Martha with a man like Bruce, he couldn't dream of a world in which she didn't get fucked by him. The very thought of her lacking the pleasure she so deserved caused his stomach to churn. He never wanted to see her go without ever again.

Bruce glanced over at Martha and cracked a smile. "Should we go have some real fun?"

Excitement washed over Martha's face, and her eyes lit up. She reached her other hand into Bruce's crotch and took ahold of his dick with both. "I thought you would never ask."

Ren lurched forward, but he stopped short. Martha turned her attention to him and grinned. "Honey, put your trunks back on and gather our stuff." Her grin broadened. "Unless you don't want to watch."

Panic seized Ren, and his heart skipped a beat. He glanced around, frantic, trying to find his swimsuit. Laughter rose from Martha and Bruce. The wrinkled, discarded article lay a foot from him, parts of it covered in sand. Part of him thought to try and wipe some of the mess on himself away before slipping them on, but he didn't want to miss a thing.

While Ren struggled to slip the messy, tight-fitting shorts on, Bruce and Martha stood. They clung to one another like the passionate lovers they were. She allowed her hands to slide from his crotch. No doubt Bruce would prefer if she left them even as they returned to their room. Ren, too, would have enjoyed it. However, it appeared she didn't want to make too much of a scene.

The instant Ren cinched the waist cord, he turned to the other items he had to grab. Between the two bags, the towels, and the other random bits, his arms would be full. As he bent down to retrieve them, the eager couple pivoted from him. His heart leapt up into his throat. He needed to hurry.

Scrambling, Ren gathered up everything. Bruce's bag threatened to tip out of his control, but he managed to keep it from falling. He chased after them, careful not to trip or allow anything to spill. They outpaced him, being taller than him, even without the messy bundle he struggled to hold onto. If he didn't speed up, they might lock him out.

A handful of people passed by as Ren followed Martha and Bruce. Their pleasant expressions and greetings vanished as they saw him. However, some didn't pay him any mind. He didn't know which was worse: getting a negative reaction or none at all. Either way, his penis twitched. Wetness stained the front of his trunks.

Ren headed into the main lobby of the inn, struggling with the door and balancing his load. The way they pretended he wasn't there hurt yet aroused him. They always pushed his buttons. A thrill ran down his spine. What could they have planned after everything they had done already?

The woman behind the counter waved at Martha as she and Bruce strode ahead. As she turned back and noticed Ren, an eyebrow shot up. He locked eyes with her, and a knowing smile curled her lips. It appeared things made sense to her now, and she didn't condemn it. The amusement written on her face told another story.

It was clear to anyone who caught a glimpse of the three of them what was going on. Ren trembled at how obvious the whole situation was. Martha didn't make any attempts to hide it anymore; she invited the looks, the speculation, the judgment. Not upon her but him. Everyone understood why she would prefer Bruce over someone like Ren.

The empty hallway on the way back to the room went by in a blur. Ren focused on the sway of Martha's hips and the way Bruce grabbed a handful of her ass. He groaned, wishing to be that close to her, to be worthy of doing what he desired with her. In their time alone, he came close, but he could never compare to Bruce in a great many ways.

Creaking, the door slid open, and Bruce and Martha disappeared inside. Ren's heart hammered in his chest as he hoped they wouldn't shut him out. Lucky for him, they didn't. They wanted him to watch what was about to happen. A giddiness swelled up within him. Oh, how he had become such a hopeless cuck these past months.

"Shut the door behind you, honey," Martha said, peeking over her shoulder. A mischievous smirk quirked her lips. "Unless you want everyone to hear."

Pathetic mewling escaped Ren, and he throbbed. For a moment, he thought to leave it. Anyone who saw them for a second would already know the truth about them. What did it matter if they heard it to confirm their suspicions? Then again, he didn't believe he could go through with it. With a sigh, he dumped the stuff he carried and closed the door with a click, sealing his fate.

The instant they were alone, Bruce ripped the skirt off Martha's waist. She giggled as she swayed with the motion, her lower half coming it view. The crotch of her bikini bottom was soaked clean through. Wetness glistened on her toned thighs, revealing how much their shenanigans on the beach excited her.

Ren stiffened. He couldn't help but stare at his wife's copious arousal, wishing he had been the one to cause it. Of course, he had…in part. Bruce was more than capable of coaxing out such a reaction on his own, but Ren had accentuated it by humiliating himself in front of her. Their combined efforts always turned her on more than either could manage alone.

A spark of pride swelled within Ren before it vanished. Bruce slipped between Ren and Martha, cutting off his view. He groaned and shuffled forward to bypass the massive man. The floor creaked and, every time Ren craned his neck, Bruce shifted to block his sight. Frustration burned. Why did he insist on separating them when they worked so well together?

"You're so wet," Bruce said as his hand slid betwixt Martha's drenched thighs. She yelped at his touch, but a moan soon replaced her surprise. "You really enjoy making fun of Mr. Cuck, don't you?"

Martha peeked out around Bruce, catching Ren's gaze. She smiled. "He enjoys it too much not to give him what he wants. He is so cute when he is struggling to not cum."

"It is fun to put him in his place, but that's not the only reason you're like this." Bruce worked back and forth, grinding against Martha's most intimate place.

"No." Shuddering, Martha glanced between Ren and Bruce. "Today's a dangerous day." She bit her lower lip. "I am certain that I will be pregnant by the end of tonight."

Ren lurched forward with a whine. He had promised Bruce that he could impregnate Martha on multiple occasions, and he thought he had given her up on their wedding night, yet something lingered in the back of his mind. Some primal instinct that hadn't been snuffed out. A part of him still wanted to be the one to knock her up.

As he rubbed Martha harder, Bruce turned his head and peeked at Ren. "You hear that, Mr. Cuck? Martha wants to get knocked up tonight, and only one of us isn't caged."

Ren's heart leapt into his throat. Words tried to form, but they failed to coalesce. He stammered and took a staggered step forward. Despite his countless acts of submission, he always thought he would be the one to have a child with Martha. However, ever since Bruce came into their lives, he knew he wouldn't. He didn't stand a chance and didn't deserve to.

"Honey," Martha said, soft and gentle. "Don't look so upset." She pulled away from Bruce's embrace, and, to Ren's surprise, he allowed her. "You are the one I love, and my adoring husband. So," she strode across the room toward him, "you may try first to be the one to give me your child."

Ren couldn't believe what Martha said. His eyes widened, and his penis twitched out of control in its little cage. A myriad of emotions swept through him, and his head spun. Blood rushed south as a thrill ran down his spine. He didn't trust he was the right choice, but, if Martha wanted it, he couldn't deny her.

"M-Martha…are you sure?" Ren asked, baffled.

A tender, loving smile slipped onto Martha's face. "Of course. You are my true love. Because of all our time together, I will give you the first chance. Show me how much you love me."

Ren gawked at Martha, confused. While he had no doubts about her love for him, her body craved, needed something he would never be able to give. Still, the prospect of having a chance with her stirred something deep within him he thought he lost. Blood rushed south, and he twitched. Of course, he waited for the obvious punchline of him being unable to do anything locked away.

It never came.

Hope bloomed in Ren's chest, and he took a step toward Martha, staring into her gorgeous, captivating eyes. "I love you, too, Martha."

Martha's smile broadened, and she drifted closer. All Ren had to do was reach out, and he could touch any part of her he wished. "Right." Her eyes dipped down. Here it came. "Let me grab the key and let your little guy out. You can't come inside me if you are trapped in that tiny thing."

Cool air rushed in to replace Martha's body heat as she swept away from Ren. She headed to their luggage bag, fished around inside, and produced a small key. Excitement came over her, and she clutched it as if in reverence. She held the decision, the power to unlock him or not. A shiver wracked him at giving away so much autonomy; however, he trusted her.

"Are you excited, honey?" Martha asked as she came back to Ren. "This'll be the first time since our wedding that I let you out."

"Yes," Ren blurted out, nodding.

Martha grinned and cupped Ren's package in her left hand. He twitched and jumped at her delicate touch. "I knew you would be. Now," she popped the key into the lock, "I hope you are not too excited and spurt before I give myself to you."

Ren groaned, struggling against the confines of his cage. If Martha took even a moment longer to release him, or if she touched him afterward, he might not make it. He grit his teeth and attempted to focus on something, anything else, but he zeroed in on his wife's tender, loving hands. All she had to do was tease him a little bit to bring him to his knees.

A pop sounded, and the pressure surrounding Ren's manhood diminished. Martha smiled down at Ren while she helped the device slip from around him. He bucked—unable to help himself—as the plastic brushed his trembling, free erection. Amusement played on her face. To his surprise, she didn't toy with him and set the equipment to the side.

Martha's gaze snapped down. The corners of her mouth quirked up, and she brought her hands up to meet Ren. He sucked in a sharp breath and froze. Part of him wanted to beg her not to touch him, yet another craved it more than anything. Of course, if he waited a moment more, he could have oh-so-much more than a hand.

Less than an inch remained, and Martha pulled back. Relief washed through Ren even as frustration burned deep within. He gawked up at her, confused. She stuck her tongue out and winked. The urge to close the gap between them flitted through him, but he stayed put. Both of them enjoyed her teasing him.

"Your little guy looks so eager, honey," Martha said as her eyes flicked down. She took a step closer, and the tip of his penis stared at her crotch. "He is pointing at my womb like he wants something."

A little whine escaped Ren, and he squirmed. Primal urges coursed through him, but they would amount to nothing more than torment. He didn't have what it took to impregnate Martha, and, even if he did, he didn't deserve to. Not when he gave her away to another better, stronger man.

Martha frowned and cocked her head. "Do you…do you think it is…smaller than before?"

Ren throbbed and glanced down at himself. While he didn't have much to work with in the first place, his penis did appear…smaller. There were countless explanations ranging from his mind playing tricks on him to it shrinking in the cage. He didn't know which was true. Not that it mattered. Now, more than ever, he wasn't the right choice for Martha.

Silence hung in the air, and Ren's chest tightened. Martha waited for him to answer. Summoning his courage, he swallowed, hard. "Maybe."

"What do you think, Master?" Martha asked, peeking back over her shoulder.

Bruce stepped forward, the floor creaking beneath him. He eyed up Ren, and Ren wilted. "I think you're right." A snort of a laugh escaped him. "I didn't think it was possible."

"Neither did I," Martha said, thoughtful.

Agony lanced Ren's heart as embarrassment burned his cheeks. His hips shifted to the side as if trying to hide his shame, but there was no hiding. Even if he managed to, Martha and Bruce knew his shortcomings. A thrill ran down his spine. His dick twitched and hardened, now free, standing tall…for what he had. It didn't seem to mind the humiliation.

Martha's gaze came up from Ren's crotch, and she smiled. "Stand at the foot of the bed, honey. I will," her fingers began to untie the waistband of her bottoms, "make myself ready for you."

Without hesitation, Ren stepped away from Martha to obey. She made quick work of the ties that by now had almost come undone. The material rushed down her hips and thighs, pooling around her ankles. Ren gawked at her glistening, exposed womanhood. Pinkness greeted him, and he couldn't wait to slide inside her.

Despite standing next to Martha as she undressed, Bruce didn't lay a hand on her. Perhaps he wished to follow along with her plans or maybe he wanted to allow Ren the best chance possible. Either way, his dwindling interaction would only cause Ren's ultimate failure to sting more. No sabotage or interruptions, only a pure lack of manliness.

Martha plopped down on the edge of the bed. Ren expected her to get rid of her top, but she let it stay. His stomach twisted. She didn't want to give all of her to him after all. It should have come as no surprise to him, yet disappointment and agony flared. Still, he resolved to do all he could to try and redeem himself.

Bedsprings popped as Martha scooted away. She locked eyes with Ren before she tipped backward and splayed her legs. He lurched and throbbed. Arousal stained her inner thighs and all around her pussy. Unlike in the past, he could see inside her—constant sex with Bruce had stretched her out. He bit his lip, uncertainty taking root deep within him.

Martha beckoned Ren to her with a curled finger. He shuffled forward, concerned now more than ever. If he failed, Bruce would have his chance to knock her up. Of course, he deserved to and should, but Ren still longed to take his shot…no matter how slim or farfetched. His love for her compelled him to do, think such wild things.

Spreading her legs wider, Martha slipped her right hand down between them. Her fingers ran into her drenched folds and splayed her pussy for Ren. Tremors shivered through him, and his penis twitched out of control. How long had it been? It didn't matter. He had the chance to once again take her if he only closed the gap.

"Come on, honey," Martha said in a soft, enchanting voice. "Give me everything you've got."

Desire swelled and spurred Ren on. He pushed forward until he remained little more than a couple of inches away from Martha. Warmth surrounded him, and he shuddered. Throbbing, he pressed that last little bit. Wetness and heat greeted him as he slipped into her. She let out a quiet, little noise. The same tightness he felt in the past was nowhere to be found.

Ren's heart leapt into his throat as he sank into Martha. Their crotches kissed, him buried as far as he could reach. Her expression didn't change. He shifted, trying to cause any kind of stimulation, to experience her gripping walls. Nothing worked. After everything she had done with Bruce, she was too stretched for Ren's tiny manhood to do a thing.

Martha met Ren's gaze, and she cocked her head. "Is it in?"

The question lanced Ren's chest, and he whined. He pulled back, almost slipping out, and thrust back in, the sound of their hips connecting the only indication that he did, indeed, put it in. While he didn't experience much direct contact, the warmth of her most intimate place caused him to twitch. That, and the fact that she didn't feel him.

As Ren worked, desperate, back and forth, Martha smiled. "Oh. I think I felt it." Her smile twisted into an amused grin. "But it is like a tiny tickle. A flicker of something, and it is gone."

Embarrassment flooded Ren, yet his body continued. He pumped like Bruce had oh-so-many times, only he lacked the equipment to do anything. Martha jiggled the slightest bit as he connected with her. A pathetic moan tumbled from his lips as he struggled to do more than flounder. He craved more than this lame mockery of sex.

Ren twisted his hips to the left and tried a different approach. Perhaps from this angle, he could at least rub against something. Anxiety gripped him, causing him to tense. His dick throbbed, encompassed in wet heat. Pleasure bloomed within him despite the desperate franticness in which he attempted to make either of them feel more.

Pushing on Ren's chest, Martha shoved him back the tiniest bit. His penis flopped out of her warmth, spasming, and a panicked yelp eked out of him. Try as he might, she didn't allow him back inside. She drew up her feet and teased his meager length with her toes. He moaned, on the verge, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

"Don't work yourself too hard, honey," Martha said, faux concern in her voice. One foot balanced Ren's lacking manhood while the other stroked him in an attempt to push him over the edge. "You might hurt yourself or," she cast her gaze to Bruce and licked her lips, "finish too fast and concede your one and only chance."

Why did Martha try to make him cum outside? Of course, Ren knew why. She didn't want to have his child; she had made that very clear. That, and she loved to tease him. The more she tormented him, caused him to squirm, the better. He mewled and bucked, rubbing against her sole. She smiled at him, and her presence drifted away. The world rushed around him as he somehow managed to plunge back inside her.

Butterflies whirled in Ren's stomach, and his chest tightened. He groaned and grunted, working to the best of his abilities. Martha's expression remained stoic, unimpressed. Still, with his newfound positioning, he didn't cause a damn thing. Frustration burned. He picked up his pace and tried all the harder to rub at least one side of her womanhood.

With a gasp, Ren slid out of Martha's pussy. He attempted to drive back in, to finish the job but failed. Strain swelled as he poked her inner thigh instead. Shame, agony, and desperation mixed into a heady cocktail. However, pleasure shot to the forefront and overtook him. He twitched, and his balls contracted. No. Not like this.

"M-Martha," Ren stammered as he strived to stop himself. No matter how hard he wanted to refrain, control slipped through his grasp.

Mewling, Ren thrust one last time, rubbing against the outside of Martha's womanhood. He grunted and lurched. Pulse after pulse ran through his penis, and strand after strand of thin, weak semen spurted out onto her skin. She flinched at the suddenness before a giggle escaped her. The humiliation only caused him to cum harder.

Ren humped Martha, dribbling more and more spunk. He grinded on her, smearing his shameful mess all along her. Still, his body attempted to plant his seed deep. No amount of frantic, sad thrusting saw him pop back inside her. Not that it would accomplish anything even if he did. His chance had been spent, and he desecrated her gorgeousness with his filth.

"Honey," Martha chided, disappointment dripping from her voice. "You were supposed to cum inside me. Did my thigh feel so good that you couldn't help yourself?"

Panic gripped Ren, and his heart hammered in his chest. He blinked, unable to meet Martha's gaze. A sticky mess clung to them both, glistening in the light. Not as much as he expected from the ferocity of his orgasm. Of course, he never shot out a lot. Not in comparison to someone like Bruce…or anyone, for that matter.

"Martha, I…"

Martha shook her head. "I thought having you spurt earlier would give you a chance of lasting. You are so hopeless." A smile spread across her face, and adoration shone in her pretty eyes. "I am so glad you are like this for me."

Blood rushed south, and Ren's dick twitched back to life. The urge to try again, to pop back into Martha flitted through him. Rather than deny it, he embraced it. He pulled back, adjusted his position, and steeled himself for another go. Why not go for another chance when his first had been for naught?

As Ren moved in on Martha, Bruce's muscled arm shot between them. Ren let out a surprised noise and glanced up at the larger man. "You had your chance, little man. Now, it's my turn."

Force pressed on Ren's chest, and he eased backward. His feet hit the floor, his knees trembling under his weight. Bruce smirked at him and ripped his trunks down. His long, thick cock sprang to attention, wobbling. Martha's eyes went wide, and she stared, enraptured. He was once again going to steal her away from Ren.

Before Ren's dry mouth worked to form words, Bruce swept in to take his place. The bed creaked as he pounced upon Martha. She giggled and threw her arms and legs around him the instant she could. He leaned down, his manhood grinding her womanhood. A soft moan eked out of her, and she pulled him closer.

"Oh, Master," Martha breathed, staring up into his eyes. Her cheeks burned red. "You know just what I like."

"Of course I do." Bruce rubbed his massive dick against Martha's spread, soaked folds. And, unlike someone else," he peeked over his shoulder at Ren, "I can actually deliver."

Martha sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled, hard. "Yes, you can." Her eyes fluttered, and her hips rose toward Bruce. "Oh, I can feel it so well, throbbing against me, claiming me." She locked eyes with him. "I need it inside me."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Bruce asked, yet he didn't dare stop teasing Martha.

"Oh." Craning her neck around Bruce, Martha met Ren's gaze. "Honey, there are some condoms in the bag. Grab one for us?"

Confusion flitted through Ren, and anxiety simmered deep within him. Did she really mean to not have Bruce cum inside her? "But what about…"

"You are such a hopeless cuckold," Martha sighed, feigning annoyance. Hunger burned in her eyes. "Don't worry; Master is more than capable of going a few rounds and still knocking me up."

Laughter bubbled up out of Bruce. "That's right. Plus, I think she likes making you see it and compare yourself to it. So, do as she says, Mr. Cuck."

Unable to argue or refuse Martha's command, Ren obeyed. He opened the pack and dug around in it until he found the stashed condoms—all of them Bruce's size. He snagged one and returned. Bruce snatched it, tore it open, and rolled it down his daunting length. She stared at his crotch as he worked. If Ren didn't know any better, he thought he saw her drool.

"There," Bruce said, pulling away from his cock. "Now, let's get to the fun part." He grabbed himself by the base, slapped Martha's drenched, eager pussy several times, and lined the tip up with her entrance. Ren's breath caught in his throat as Bruce pushed inside in a single, long thrust.

"Yes," Martha cried out, her voice turning into a high-pitched, delighted squeal. She squeezed Bruce as he hilted in her for the first time today. "Master," heavy breaths escaped her, "I missed you so much."

Bruce gyrated his hips, grinding into Martha. Moans tumbled from her trembling lips. "I bet you did after being stuck with him. Don't worry; I'll give you what you want."

A blissful, eager smile spread across Martha's face, and Ren took his twitchy penis in his hand. He stroked up and down his meager length as Bruce pulled out. Inch after inch of thick, fat, dark cock slipped from her gripping, clinging pussy. Even after all this time, the countless times they fucked, she still gripped him with such desperate need.

Shudders ran through Ren. Bruce swayed to a stop, the flared ridges of his bulbous cockhead peeking out of Marth the slightest bit. Her heels dug into his back while her arms hugged his neck. She wanted him back inside in his entirety, all his glory, and Ren couldn't blame her. He craved it just as much as she did.

Without hesitation, Bruce plunged back into Martha. She mewled in delight as their bodies slapped together. The bed springs creaked and popped under his commanding weight, and she sank into the supple surface beneath him. Any time Ren tried to do the same, he couldn't muster more than a little swaying. His size, power, and confidence had no chance of measuring up.

"Honey," Martha managed between gasping breaths and unladylike noises. Ren inched forward; hand clasped around his little thing. "Master's big, black cock makes me feel so good. He only just started, and I think I might cum."

Ren whined, but his hips bucked toward Martha. The corner of her mouth quirked up in an amused smirk before Bruce wiped it off her face. She tossed her head back and screamed his name. Her breasts jiggled as he pistoned in and out of her. The fact that she forced him to wait all day appeared to affect him more than he might admit. He lusted after her as she did him.

Slimy and sticky, Ren jerked himself off. The mess he made earlier oozed between his fingers. However, it was nothing in comparison to anything Bruce did. The little dribble of precum from his masochistic penis was only noticeable up close. Martha would see it, though—she had keen eyes for every little expression of Ren's cuckold desires…if not for Bruce's dick making her forget everything else.

As much as he wanted to stare into Martha's eyes while Bruce ploughed her over and over, Ren found his gaze drifting lower. From his position at the side of the bed, he had a clear view of most of the action. Of course, one thing drew his attention. Thick man-meat vanished into her eager womanhood with such ease and speed that it made his head spin.

No matter how many times Ren watched Bruce take Martha, the fact that she took all of him surprised and impressed Ren. Not a single inch of Bruce's superior manhood was neglected. She gripped him so tight, too, not wanting to ever let him go. Even before he stretched her out, molded her cunt to his cock, she never clung to Ren. Not close.

Agony lanced Ren's heart, but his little guy throbbed and grew all the harder. Whenever any thought of how Martha would, could never act the same way for him, he couldn't help but moan and tremble. He didn't have what it took to deliver that pleasure, satisfaction, care and he reveled in the acknowledgment of his inferiority.

"He's so deep, honey," Martha moaned, trying to spare a glance over at Ren. She failed. "So good. Just what I needed."

Ren stumbled closer while toying with his pathetic penis. "Yes. You deserve it."

Martha's muscles flexed, and she held onto Bruce. Her head turned toward Ren just enough to see the smile spreading across her face and the mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'm glad you," she gasped as Bruce rammed his entirety into her harder, "think so, my," tremors wracked her body, "little cuckold-lover."

Hearing Martha call him that, and be possessive of him regardless of all his inadequacies, sent a thrill down Ren's spine. More precum trickled down his length before his fingers smeared it along his skin. Part of him wanted to get closer to her, but he remained stuck in place. He was close enough. She deserved to enjoy Bruce pounding away at her without him getting in the way.

Despite his intentions, Ren couldn't help but moan her name: "Martha."

"Oh," a delighted squeal eked out of Martha, "I'm so close already." She locked eyes with Ren in spite of the ploughing she received. "Do you want to see Master make me cum?"

All Ren could do was nod.

Martha flashed Ren a sly grin before turning her gaze up at Bruce. "Show him how it's done, Master."

"I'm always down to show the little guy what he can never do to you." Bruce reached down and snatched up Martha's legs, pulling them from his waist. She writhed beneath him but didn't try to stop him.

Rising onto his knees, Bruce lifted Martha with him. She whined and gasped as he pushed her legs and straightened them. His hands found her hips, her thighs resting in the crook of his elbows. Massive weight pressed forward to keep her limbs from drooping or so much as bending. He drove into her with equal, if not more, vigor.

"Come have a closer look, Mr. Cuck," Bruce offered, winking at Ren as he fucked Martha as if it were nothing.

Ren obeyed without hesitation. His stiff muscles carried him until he touched the edge of the bed. Martha greeted him with several attempts at a smile that transformed into an eye-fluttering, distracted expression. He tore his gaze off her contorting face and focused on the action, where she and Bruce joined. All the while he continued to jerk himself off at relentless speed.

"That's it, honey." Martha mewled, her hips bucking and making Bruce crash into her with more force. "Get a good look of his big, black cock stretching my poor little pussy out and owning me. I'm going to cum on his worthy, incredible cock and not your," she sucked in a sharp breath as she began to tremble, "stubby, little quick-shot."

A pathetic whine escaped Ren, and his penis throbbed. If Martha continued to mock him, express how much better Bruce and his dick were, he would burst. Of course, it didn't take a lot at all to push him over the edge anymore. Not that it ever did. However, he focused on the pleasure she received and her impending climax.

The entirety of Bruce's long, dark manhood pushed into Martha's tightness with such ease and willingness. He split her, stretching her paleness to accommodate him. When he pulled out, her insides clung to him, desperate not to let go. She adored, reveled in, and craved him. The complete opposite of when Ren managed to stick his tiny excuse for a dick into her far more deserving womanhood.

"Master, I'm cumming," Martha shouted as her head snapped back, and she shrieked.

Panic swept through Ren. He didn't know where to look as Martha came on Bruce's fat slab of man-meat. Overwhelmed, Ren leaned in closer to where Bruce ravaged her. She squealed and convulsed, her upward legs shaking out of control as her toes curled. Bruce grunted but didn't so much as slow down despite her orgasm.

Juices squirted from Martha's happy pussy. Ren flinched as some came close, but it failed to reach him. He licked his lips. A sliver of him wanted her to shower him in her excitement that was coaxed out of her by another, better man. However, he also didn't feel as though he deserved such treatment. Savoring any part of her—even while being cucked—didn't seem right, like he was worthy of such a treat.

Martha's eyes fluttered open, and a satisfied smile spread across her face. Bruce worked in and out of her pussy like she hadn't just come all over his cock. She shuddered and jiggled each time he drove back inside. Her feet dangled above his head. He dominated her and used her with so much ease and confidence.

Groaning, Ren stumbled closer, stroking away. Martha allowed her head to lull to her right, toward him. Their gazes met, locking, and a thrill ran through him. A moan escaped her as they stared. Amusement, adoration, and hunger burned in her gorgeous eyes. He wanted to see more, to see her orgasm over and over, but her current position didn't allow what he desired.

"Martha," Ren moaned, more and more shameful, messy precum leaking from the tip.

Without hesitation, Martha turned away from Ren and found Bruce. "Flip me over and take me from behind, so I can watch my husband's little reactions as we make love."

"You really like teasing him, don't you?" Bruce asked, a sly grin on his face.

"He wouldn't be here if I didn't." A thrill ran down Ren's spine, and his chest ached. Of course, Martha only kept him around to humiliate and shame. That didn't keep his dick from being harder when he was than when he had the opportunity to have normal sex with her.

"All right." A squelch and a pop sounded as Bruce slipped out of Martha's tight, sloppy cunt. He eased back, forced her legs to one side, flipped her over, and hugged her waist. "Up you go."

Martha let out a surprised yelp as Bruce hoisted her up. She twisted until her knees and palms touched the mattress. He shifted, cocking his hips. Without letting her go, he lined his cock up with her dripping womanhood. The roundness of her backside blocked the view of penetration, but the visible inches of his dick that disappeared—and the shuddering moan she released—told him all he needed to know.

"Master," Martha breathed as he pressed against her bottom. Her asscheeks squished beneath his weight, power. "I love your big, black cock."

A clap rang out, and Martha yelped. Ren lurched forward, but Bruce spoke before he could. "I know you do. Your pussy always gushes whenever I'm inside you." He gyrated his hips, grinding deep within her.

Tremors wracked Martha, and the corner of her mouth quirked up. "Don't worry, honey." She locked eyes with Ren. "I can take him."

"You'd think he'd be used to you being impaled on my cock by now." Rather than pull out and continue where they had left off, Bruce remained buried. Anticipation and agony made Ren twitch.

Smirking, Martha met Ren's intent, eager stare. "Perhaps he needs a little reminder…"

Martha, on her hands and knees, swayed forward. At the same time, Bruce reeled backward. His dick slipped out of her at an agonizing pace, but, as soon as he reached the apex, they slammed together. A squeal of delight ripped from her alongside the loud, echoing clap of their flesh. She jiggled and yielded to his strength, firmness, and they began in earnest.

Ren tried to match Bruce's rhythm, the speed and length of each thrust, but he failed. How could he not? Bruce far out-classed him in every aspect of manhood. Nothing would or could ever change that…and it made Ren harder. If he continued for just a little more, he would waste another pathetic load.

Martha swayed forward, closer to Ren, with each echoing clap that rang out. The urge to shuffle toward her flitted through his mind, but he stopped himself. She craved Bruce right now; he was nothing more than a tag-along. The fact that she allowed him in the same room while she and Bruce fucked was more privilege than he deserved.

"That's it, honey," Martha managed, breathless. "Show me how much you like watching me take Master's cock instead of your little nub."

Need, the desire to please Martha in any way imaginable spurred Ren on. He picked up his pace, jerking as fast and as hard as possible. A groan escaped him as he worked, and precum dribbled from the tip to stain his fingers. His knees began to tremble, lacking the strength to keep him upright. Still, he continued as if he could never stop.

Laughter rumbled out of Bruce, and he plunged into Martha with vigorous force. "It always surprises me how quickly he obeys you."

"He's such a caring, devoted husband. It is a shame about his—" Martha moaned as Bruce struck her just right, and her head slumped down.

Whining, Ren bucked, attempting to regain Martha's focus. Even if she took Bruce, if she paid Ren some attention, he found himself more eager than ever. His penis twitched, and his hand slammed to the base. If he pushed on, he would burst. Of course, when he did, Martha and or Bruce would mock him. Ren never lasted long enough to climax with them.

A huff of a breath eked out of Martha. "What is the matter, honey? Are you going to cum again already?" Her gaze snapped up to him, some loose strands of her hair falling into her face. "Direct stimulation too much for you now?"

"N-no," Ren, against his better judgment, began to stroke himself again. Despite how close he was to bursting, he longed to prove Martha's assumptions wrong.

"It sure seems like it," Martha said with a smile. Pleasure swept over her face, and she let out an unabashed mewl. "You do not need to be ashamed. We all know," her eyes fluttered, and her arms and legs flexed to throw her back into Bruce's potent thrusts, "you are a premature cuckold-lover."

As much as a tiny flicker deep inside Ren wanted to deny it, he couldn't. Perhaps at one point, he could have, but not after all this time, after all they had done. He had been willing to marry Martha off to Bruce and let him impregnate her, giving her over to him in every aspect. There was no excuse for Ren's actions other than he loved to watch another, better man do everything to her he couldn't.

Throaty moans ripped from Martha's lungs each time Bruce drove his entire daunting length deep into her. "Are you watching, honey?" Ren's gaze snapped to hers, and he nodded. "Do you see what Master and his big, black cock do to me?

"Each of his long, manly thrusts causes my entire body to quiver." Martha's knuckles turned white as she held on for dear life and threw herself back into Bruce, aiding him in fucking her harder, faster. "My pussy keeps tightening around him, not wanting to let go. It craves a real man's seed. My instincts scream at me to mate with him every time I'm with him."

Ren's penis twitched out of control as Martha spoke, expressing her desires and her body's needs. He knew and understood all of them as he had experienced them time and time again, but hearing her speak it—as Bruce plugged away at her—brought him to a new level of anguished pleasure. He loved every second of it.

"M-Martha," Ren managed, squeezing his leaking member while jerking off as fast as possible. "I—" Shudders ran through him; the edge loomed close.

Martha's half-lidded eyes lit up. "That's it." She sucked in a sharp breath and attempted to mimic a jerk-off gesture despite how overwhelmed she was by Bruce's cock and the ecstasy he delivered. "Keep stroking your tiny, masochistic penis and spill your pathetic, watery load while he claims me…over and over."

Desire, need swelled within Ren, and he gave into Martha's coaxing. He let out a pathetic whine of a moan, bucking, and slammed his hand down to the base. Strong pulsations ran through him, but only a disappointing dribble spurted out the tip. However, a keen sense of pleasure surged and infected every fiber of his being.

Spurting his sad, little load for Martha as a better man pleasured her instilled untold pleasure in Ren. He huffed and moaned and spasmed as his balls contracted in impotent desperation to shoot out what little seed he had in them. No matter how hard he tried, he never produced enough to even be considered in the same universe as Bruce's loads.

"Awww, you are so considerate, honey," Martha said, her voice growing wispier and throatier. "You didn't even try to mark me with your shameful display."

Ren's eyes fluttered open as he held onto his twitching disgrace. What he let out didn't make it to staining the side of the bed despite him being little more than a foot away. "I…"

Martha shhhhed. "You understand that my body craves a real man's seed, so you didn't even try to compete. Leaking instead of shooting." A mischievous smirk quirked the corners of her mouth. "My attentive, loving husband."

A strained breath caught in Ren's throat, and he couldn't help but nod along to what Martha said. The glint in her eyes vanished as they fluttered. Her head dropped, hair forming a curtain to shield her expressions from him. Claps and her euphoric moans filled his ears. Once more, he had orgasmed before she and Bruce shared their ecstasy.

"You're gripping me so tightly." Bruce's thick, dark fingers sank deeper into Martha's supple, pale flesh as he hauled her back into him, relentless. "Trying to make me cum to show up your cuck husband?"

A gasping huff rushed out of Martha. "Please, give it to me. I want to climax with you."

"Hold on. Just a little more." Grunting, Bruce drove himself into Martha faster and faster.

Martha shifted around, her hands groping for something, anything. A thought flickered through Ren's mind, and his dick throbbed. He succumbed to his unearned desires and reached out to her. To his surprise, as their fingers brushed, she took his hand in hers. She squeezed oh-so-tight, digging her nails into him. The pain only accentuated the pleasure she experienced.

"Honey," Martha inhaled between the creaking of the bed and the slaps of her ass crashing into Bruce's crotch over and over, "it's so good. I cannot resist. I need him to cum inside me."

Bruce wore a condom, yet that could be remedied in a mere moment. However, that didn't stop a tingle of agonized delight from sparking within Ren. He wanted the same thing as Martha: for Bruce to impregnate her. She knew that, too, which only drove him wilder. Even holding her hand, he began to stroke his penis again to the erotic, carnal display before him.

Laughter rumbled out of Bruce between his labored breaths. "Can't at least wait until you're not holding your wife's hand before jerking off again, huh?"

Shame filled Ren, and his gaze drifted down to where he and Martha joined. Her knuckles turned whine while she shook her head. "You're hopeless, my little cuckold lover."

"I—"

"Cumming," Martha blurted out, gripping Ren's hand tighter. He grunted and grimaced. "Fill me like he never could."

Ren's mind shot back to the night of their wedding when he begged Bruce to knock Martha up. He had been denied seeing Bruce flood her first-hand, but the aftermath had been clear. Incomprehensible amounts of Bruce's thick, virile seed leaked from her pussy as she grinded away at Ren. It oozed from her and covered him, drowning his pathetic dick. Humiliation set his cheeks afire.

This time, of course, that wouldn't happen. Martha had made Bruce wear a condom again after having gone bareback. Confusion flitted through Ren at first, but then he realized why: she wanted to tease him more, deny him the sight he longed for. If he didn't know she loved him, he would have thought she yearned for him to suffer because she hated him.

"Impregnate her," Ren muttered, low, unable to break free of the horny fog settling into his mind. He squeezed Martha's hand tighter, jerking himself off faster and faster.

Martha's eyes rolled into the back of her head as a squeal of delight ripped from her. The corners of her mouth quirked up, having heard Ren's remark, but her potent orgasm prevented her from mocking him. Bruce grunted as he drove into her, remaining buried oh-so-deep. Her body convulsed as her fingers and toes curled to their utmost limit. Nails bit into Ren's knuckles.

Spasming, Martha pushed back into Bruce as he humped her backside. Yet again, Ren was denied witnessing their shared climax where they joined. Although Bruce's load would be contained, she still created a mess. The gush of sweet juices Ren never elicited from her excited him. Seeing her so stricken with pleasure that she couldn't control herself made him throb.

"Martha," Ren whispered before his testicles contracted.

As if trying to join in on the fun, Ren fired off a couple thin, quick spurts of his own. While Martha soaked the sheets, and Bruce ballooned the condom, Ren left the faintest hint of a damp spot on the side of the mattress. A moment later, and no one would notice. Still, an intense euphoria surged through him. He delighted in getting off to his shame and inadequacies.

Tension melted out of Martha's muscles, and she slumped. If not for Bruce's big, strong hands, she might have collapsed. Ren's knees buckled as the last of his diminished semen dribbled over his curled fingers. For an instant, he thought Bruce had knocked her up—after all this time—but reality crashed back into him. His chest ached in agonized disappointment.

Martha's head tilted up toward Ren, and a mischievous smirk quirked her gorgeous lips. "Honey, you know Master has a condom on. He can't knock me up."

A sinking feeling swelled in Ren's stomach, and he shied away from Martha's amused, half-lidded stare. "I-I know."

"But you want it. Don't you?" Martha held Ren's gaze, and, to his surprise, he didn't try to break away, run. He nodded. "My instincts are begging me to let him fill me up. But not yet." She gave his hand one last squeeze and slipped away. Red splotches marked his pale skin where she had gripped him with all she had.

Ren blinked, baffled and anxious. "Why?"

"He is far from finished," Martha said, plain and simple. She, more than anyone else, was aware of what Bruce was capable of.

Dimpling Martha's waist, Bruce pulled back. She let out a soft, surprised moan but didn't stop him. A wet pop sounded, and she swayed, no longer stuffed and impaled. "If you're so infatuated with my cum, you can hold onto this." He held out the stretched-full rubber.

Ren took the offered, tied-off condom without hesitation, cradling it in both hands. No matter how many times he saw, bore, or tried to lift one, the sheer size and volume astounded and shamed him. Even being so reverent, it threatened to roll out of his grasp, or, at the least, weigh him down until he could no longer carry it.

Laughter bubbled up out of Bruce. "He's always so eager for my jizz to be around him. Maybe he likes the reminder of who's in charge here."

Blood rushed south, and Ren's penis twitched. Countless instances he had been asked to hold up the gargantuan balloon with his weak, little erection or had fresh seed spilled on him. And every time it turned him on more. Each reminder of how much better of a man Bruce was, how much more he deserved Martha than him, excited Ren. He adored the humiliation and mockery.

"Is that true, honey?" Martha asked, her eyes glued to the vessel of Bruce's thick, potent semen.

Heat burned Ren's cheeks, and he shied away from Martha's intent, curious gaze. Part of him—some small, confused part in the back of his mind—wanted to deny it, but he couldn't bring himself to protest. Instead, he lowered his arms but didn't dare let go of his perverse prize. His dick once again stood at attention, eager for what would come next.

"Maybe he needs some time to really think it over," Bruce said, the bed creaking as he made his move. Martha yelped in surprise as he grabbed her from behind and drew her forward. "No reason for us to stop just because the little man is confused."

A giggle escaped Martha as she fell back into Bruce's embrace. To Ren's surprise, Bruce hooked his forearms around her legs, folding them back toward him. He continued to advance, and Ren stumbled backward. In an instant, Bruce shot upright, hauling her up with him. She smiled as her juices leaked down to coat his erect shaft, nothing between them.

Ren lurched, awkward, still holding Bruce's discarded condom. "W-wait."

"Honey, grab us another condom, will you?" Martha stared down at Ren, looming over him in Bruce's strong, muscular arms. "I need Master back inside."

Ren's mouth worked, trying to form words, before he chose to nod. He headed to the bag, and, without putting the rubber down, fished out another—untainted—one and padded back over to Bruce and Martha. Bruce's cock twitched, nestled in the folds of her eager, expectant pussy. It glistened with her arousal, oh-so-close to penetrating her.

Stiffness overtook Ren as he glanced between Bruce, Martha, and where they joined. Neither appeared willing or in a position to put the thing on. "Hold your loving wife up, Mr. Cuck, while I put this on…unless you'd rather do the honors?" As if taunting Ren, Bruce's dick throbbed, waving.

With a shake of his head, Ren swallowed. Hard. For the first time, he set the filled prophylactic aside. He held the new one up for Bruce to take before slipping his hands under Martha's backside. Warmth seeped into his grasp as his fingers sank into her soft, supple flesh. It had been a while since he had been graced with the opportunity to grope her ass.

Martha tilted her head and down, caught Ren's eyes, and smiled. "Don't get too handsy, honey. That's Master's property."

A heat flushed through Ren, and part of him wanted to pull away. He didn't deserve to touch Martha even though she was his wife. But he had been permitted to by her master. The fact that he thought of Bruce that way sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn't deny it, but it still didn't sit right with him…despite his arousal at Bruce stealing her away from him.

While Ren struggled with himself, Bruce tore the packaging open and slipped the ring of rubber over her broad cockhead. Skilled motions rolled the thin, translucent material down his ample length. It didn't quite reach the base—he was far too massive. An image of what one that size would look like on Ren's meager member flitted through his mind, a wide hat and a loose curtain struggling to remain on him.

The deed done, Bruce swept back in to take control. He pushed Ren out of the way without a word and hoisted Martha up the last little bit to line her up with his cock. Ren's breath caught in his throat, and he grasped his little thing. Amusement came over both Bruce and Martha's faces. He cocked his hips and drove up into her expectant, needy cunt.

A squeal of a moan ripped from Martha's lungs as Bruce plunged oh-so-deep. His entire length vanished within her eager, leaking pussy in little more than a second. Their wet flesh clapped together, which echoed in Ren's ears. His heart leapt, and he gripped his penis tight. Finally, he could see every aspect of Bruce fucking Martha.

"Yes," Ren breathed, stroking his twitching, masochistic member.

Neither Martha nor Bruce noticed Ren's outburst or his existence in general. Her head tipped back, cradled by Bruce's shoulder, and he attacked her exposed neck. Drawing back, he ripped out of her despite how her insides clung to his girth in desperation. The moment before he slipped out, he buried himself back within her.

Each time Bruce ploughed into Martha, a slight bulge swelled in her taut stomach. Ren groaned at the sight and jerked off faster. No matter how powerful, how tight she was, Bruce dominated and split her with ease. Both she and Ren loved that Bruce was capable of such feats and reveled in the delight and pleasure of him taking her over and over.

"Your cock is so good, Master," Martha managed between moans and the slaps of their joining flesh. "I need more."

A grunt eked out of Bruce, but he didn't dare slow down. "You're always so needy. Almost like you can't get a fucking like this from anyone else."

"Yes," Martha moaned as she jiggled and bounced atop Bruce's fat dick. "You're the only one that makes me feel like this."

"How's the view, Mr. Cuck?" Bruce asked with a smirk.

Juices overflowed from Martha's stuffed, stretched pussy whenever Bruce split her. The excess, and the remnants of her orgasm, splattered between them. Strands of stickiness bridged her reddened asscheeks and his muscular thighs. He always made such a mess of her—something that Ren never could do and something he was captivated by.

"Incredible," Ren breathed, his penis twitching in his hand.

"Honey," Martha huffed as thick man-meat plunged into her naughty hole, deforming and stretching her with ease, "he fills me up so good. Ma-make sure you watch closely to see how a r-real man pleasures a woman."

Bruce's face loomed over Martha's shoulder as she bounced on his cock. "Oh, I think he knows. He just likes seeing it over," he thrust harder, more deliberate, "and over," he repeated the action, "don't you?"

Without thinking, Ren nodded and increased the pace of his stroking. "I do. I—" Pleasure coursed through him, causing him to tremble and groan.

"What, honey?" The claps of Martha and Bruce's joining flesh and the squelches her yielding pussy made each time he plunged oh-so-deep almost overpowered her words. "Going to cum again already?"

"N-no." Ren shook his head, wild, desperate, trying to deny the truth. "I just…I love watching his massive cock slide in and out of you, stretching you like," he swallowed, shying away from Martha's fluttering gaze, "I never could."

"I can see that," Martha managed before she moaned loud, shameless. "You are stroking your little thing so fast." Ecstasy overtook her face, and she huffed. "Don—don't hurt yourself."

Confusion flitted through Ren, and his heart swelled. "Martha…"

"Eyes down, honey," Martha said with a smirk. "You don't want to miss a second of him making me his."

Ren obeyed. Not only did he wish to watch Bruce dominate and fuck Martha, but she wanted him to see as well. Bruce's ownership over her couldn't be denied. That didn't mean that either of them didn't relish it and yearned to indulge in it as often as possible. By the way they each came, it was clear they enjoyed how things were.

The fact that Martha loved cucking him as much, or more, than he relished it sent a thrill down Ren's spine. He moaned and grunted, struggling as his penis throbbed. No matter what, he didn't slow down jerking off, though. Pleasure built and built the more he did so and the more Bruce made her pussy gush and her moan.

"You are making a lot of noises, honey. Are you at your limit?"

"Yeah."

"Tell you what," Bruce said, hoisting Martha up and slipping back. His entire fat length slid out of her with an echoing, wet pop. "I'll give you another chance to try and impregnate your lovely wife." He held her there, legs spread, waiting for Ren to take the opportunity.

Ren lurched forward and closed what little gap remained between him and Martha. Due to Bruce's size, his face only came up to her crotch. Ren stood on his tiptoes but even then more than a couple of feet separated his dick from her womanhood. Frustration burned in his gut and his cheeks. "I…I can't reach."

Bruce rolled his eyes. "You're lucky I'm so accommodating." Pushing Ren backward, he sank to his knees, still embracing Martha with her feet dangling over her head, and presented her to Ren.

Excitement shot through Ren. His member twitched, leaking ever-more precum. He swept forward, driven by the—perhaps foolish—urge to impregnate Martha. If he had been made to stroke a moment longer, he would have missed his chance. Now, all he had to do was insert himself into her and blow his pathetic load. The idea caused him to panic; not sure if he should or not.

Despite the voice in the back of his mind telling him not to, Ren held his penis and lined the tip up with Martha's stretched-out, dripping entrance. A smirk came over her face, and she leaned forward. Persing her lips, she blew. Breath after warm breath rushed over him, and a shudder ran through him. Precum leaked more. She was going to make him cum before he had a chance to penetrate her.

"M-Martha," Ren whined as he waited there, just out of reach, awaiting permission.

Martha continued to blow, long and forceful. Ren squirmed as even the slightest of stimulation pushed him to the edge. All he wanted to do was stick it in her and spurt his pathetic load. She didn't need to worry about him knocking her up; his sperm had no possibility of out-doing Bruce's. But it appeared she didn't want to take that near-impossible risk.

Blowing one final time, Martha held it. Ren bucked and twitched, but she stopped with a grin and nodded. His breath caught in his throat as he inched toward her. Warmth and wetness greeted him, and he stared at where they were about to connect. He pushed that last little bit and slid into her.

Trembling wracked Ren's body as his crotch pressed to Martha's. She didn't make a sound. Little to no friction wrapped around him, not that he expected any. After Bruce, he didn't hope to even tease her pleasing walls. Still, he almost lost it. Just being inside of her, without any firm stimulation, was enough to set him off.

Ren grit his teeth. He wanted to savor this chance to once more fuck his wife, but he understood it would end far too soon. Taking a deep breath, he cocked his hips back and began to pump in and out of her. Each motion was rather short, stunted by his diminutive length. However, that didn't prevent him from throbbing out of control and huffing like a madman.

"Come on, honey," Martha coaxed Ren on, cheerful. "Blow your thin, watery load. It is not a safe day like our wedding night." Not a hint of the struggle or ecstasy from when Bruce ploughed her strained her voice "I still can't believe you were willing to let Master impregnate me. But it excited me."

Ren groaned, eyes closed. He thrust, oh-so-deep, but he still slipped from Martha. Panic jolted through him, and he bucked again. Nothing but cool air greeted him. A shiver ran through him while he stammered in confusion. Bruce lifted away from Ren, taking Martha with him. Agony lanced Ren's heart, and he grit his teeth, trying to suppress the climax coming on.

"Wai-wait. Come back dow—"

Hands—and pussy—free, Ren spurted. Euphoria bloomed deep within him as the first almost imperceivable shot struck the edge of the bed. He wavered and bucked, leaking more and more of his impotent, ill-placed spunk. No matter how many times he tried to reclaim Martha, he was denied all the same. Bruce had stolen her away from him yet again.

As Ren trembled and dribbled the rest of his pathetic load, an amused smile spread across Martha's gorgeous face. "I thought you wanted to give me a child."

"I do, but I'm…" Ren's gaze dropped from Martha to his limp, dribbly excuse for a dick, shame searing him to his core.

"Missed your chance, little man." Bruce tossed Martha up, adjusting her position and causing her softness to jiggle. "Not that what you let out would do the job." He leaned back, and his cock slipped back between her legs, blocking her pussy from sight. "Me on the other hand."

Martha wiggled her hips, trying to line Bruce's cockhead back up with her leaking, gaping cunt. "Master, please. Continue."

A smirk quirked up the corners of Bruce's mouth, and he focused on Ren. "Your wife is so eager to have me back inside her after your ridiculous display. How about you help her and slip me back into her slutty pussy?"

The idea of touching Bruce's manhood caused Ren's nose to wrinkle. Of course, he had already been covered in his cum countless times—what was this in comparison? He nodded once and reached up. A surprised, eager noise eked out of Martha. Too ashamed, he didn't meet the expectant gaze that burned the top of his head.

Grabbing Bruce's condom-cover cock with a light grip, Ren pushed him back and guided him to Martha. A twitch ran through the bigger man, causing Ren to flinch. When Ren did the same, it seemed desperate, pitiable, weak. Bruce's, however, came off strong, dominant, and capable of giving Martha everything she ever wanted.

Martha quavered and moaned as Ren pressed Bruce's fat cockhead back into her stretched, glistening folds. Her womanhood yielded to Bruce in an instant and took him back inside, almost as if sucking him in. As inch after inch of thick, black, man-meat sank into her pussy, Ren's hands dropped, brushing his superior's heavy, full balls.

"Yes," Martha cried as Bruce hilted in her, right where he belonged. "T-thank you, honey. You are the best."

Shame swirled in Ren's gut, but blood flowed south. His little prick twitched to life, standing at half-mast. Martha taking dick from anyone that wasn't him—especially Bruce—excited him to no end. Regardless of the amount of times he had already cum. The reality had struck him many, many times before, but the impact never lessened.

Bruce cocked his hips back to pick up where they left off, and Ren's right hand found his unimpressive length. While he couldn't go as fast, as hard, or as long as Bruce, Ren could continue to experience pleasure at his expense. His head spun, and his breath ran short, but he didn't dare stop jerking off. Not when he could shoot out another unsatisfying load.

The room filled with the rhythmic clap of soaked flesh as Bruce returned to his steady, quick pace. Breathy moans and mewling came from Martha whenever he buried deep. Juices flowed from her stretched and battered pussy, strands hanging off her, him before snapping off to the floor. He always made quite a mess of her, and she adored it.

Ren fell into the rhythm of Bruce and Martha making love and lost himself in the perfect moment. He tried but couldn't match them. That didn't, however, stop him from trying. He stroked up and down his meager length with renewed purpose. All their previous sessions together gave him the ability to cum again and again. Perhaps that he let out almost nothing every time allowed him to ejaculate so many times.

Martha's loud, ecstatic moans filled Ren's ears and drove him on. Each time Bruce's massive, dark man-meat impaled her, her eyes fluttered in euphoric delight. Seeing the woman he adored fucked so thoroughly and intensely caused Ren to twitch and moan in kind. Nothing he ever did for himself or that he received from her competed with such sights and sounds.

A lustful haze gripped Ren, and his breathing turned sharper, more laborious. Still, he stroked away, ignoring the fact that he would blow again in short order. It didn't matter—Martha's enjoyment did. And, by the way she moaned, she loved every second of Bruce plugging away at her.

Juices gushed from Martha's stretched pussy, showering Bruce's manhood and the floor, and droplets reached Ren here and there. He huffed, groaning and squeezing, and drifted closer. Mere inches away from his face, she swallowed Bruce with such ease and grace. The only thing that would have made it better was if he didn't wear a condom.

Ren worked up and down his stunted penis, his impotent seed leaking and smearing down his shaft. Part of him wanted to tell Bruce to rip the rubber off before he came again, that Martha deserved him bareback…and to be filled with his virile load. However, when Ren opened his mouth to say so, only pathetic noises escaped him.

Frustration built along the desperate need to see Bruce's bare cock plunge into Martha's vulnerable, accepting cunt. Images of their wedding night flashed in Ren's mind. Inches of thick, pulsating black dick pumped in and out of her, on the verge of blowing. He wanted to coax it on, make the inevitable spurt of cum shoot deep and impregnate her.

Martha with a swollen belly appeared before Ren, in Bruce's arms. He owned her, gave her the child she deserved, and she loved him for it. The agony of seeing them act lovey-dovey lanced Ren's heart, but his shame pitched a tiny tent in his pants. A mocking smile spread across her face as her gaze dipped down and back up to his.

Every time Ren was open, vulnerable…pathetic in front of Martha, it sent a thrill down his spine and blood rushing south. He grunted and bucked. The simple idea of her pregnant with another, better man's child set him off. Pleasure coursed through him, and he burst. The images in his mind vanished, bringing reality crashing back down.

Ren moaned as his penis pulsated. Martha giggled between moans as tiny spurts of watery spunk streaked across the carpet and the edge of the bed. He continued to hump the air—his hand—trying in desperation to shoot more out. No matter how he wanted to, how hard his body desired it, he had little left to work with.

"Blowing again already?" Bruce asked a smug expression on his face. "Doesn't look like you got much left in you." He flashed a smirk. "Not that you did to begin with."

"Honey," Martha huffed, mewling, "is this position too s-stimulating for you?"

Ren tried to shake his head, to deny what Martha said, but he nodded. He loved this position, being able to be so close and watch Bruce violate his loving, horny wife over and over without end. Her lower lips stretched oh-so-much further than they ever did with Ren, yet she devoured Bruce with ease. Still, juices squirted from her here and there when he slammed home.

"You're so hopeless, honey." A curious expression flitted across her face between gasps of pure ecstasy. "Is it just me or," a loud clap of flesh rung out in the intimate room, "do you not have any more to give me?"

A thrill surged, and Ren's stomach twisted. His last spurt had been so little, so thin. If he came anymore, he didn't know if he would be able to produce more than an impotent dribble. While that was nothing new, Bruce—and Martha—had been teasing him with the prospect of knocking her up before Bruce sealed the deal. That wouldn't be happening now.

"N-no," Ren muttered, his dick hanging shriveled and limp. "I d-don't."

Martha let out a shrill moan, and she quaked in Bruce's firm embrace. "Yes, tell me how impotent you are while Master has so much more to give me." A mischievous smile quirked up the corners of her gasping mouth. "It is going to make me cum."

Ren's chest tightened, and his little thing twitched. However, it remained flaccid, struggling to rise to the occasion. No matter how much he wanted to continue jerking off to Martha's pleasure, he couldn't. Perhaps spending time in the cage sapped his urge, ability to cum again and again for her, to show her how pathetic he was.

"Martha, I…" Her head shot back, and moaning filled the room. Despite how many juices leaked from her pussy, she hadn't climaxed quite yet. "I-I can't get it up. I can't give you what you want. Only he can." A knife twisted in Ren's gut, but a compelling sense of ease, of letting go, urged him to speak, to belittle himself.

"Only who can what?" Martha asked, locking eyes with Ren for the first time since Bruce reclaimed her. "Oh, I'm so close." Urgency swelled in her voice. "Please, honey."

Ren swallowed, obeying. "Only Master can give you the pleasure and child you want, deserve. I'm nothing."

"That's right." Martha nodded between moans and mewling. "Master is a real man, the kind of man my body yearns for, adores." A giggle escaped her, and she craned her neck to try and meet Bruce's gaze. "Does that please you, Master? You're big black cock is throbbing oh-so-deep."

A grunt of approval came from Bruce, and he picked up his pace. "Your insatiable pussy is so tight and hungry; I can't help but feed it."

"Yes," Martha shrieked, head back against Bruce's chest. "Cum deep inside of me. Give me everything."

"I will," Bruce said confident and commanding. "Soon."

Desire coursed through Ren, and he reached down to his crotch. Still, despite the perverse display before him, his penis remained more flaccid than hard. He rubbed at himself, desperate to rub another one out at the same time Bruce and Martha orgasmed. However, his little disappointment stayed limp. A frustrated groan rumbled out of him.

"Yes, yes, yes," Martha cried at the top of her lungs, her ecstatic voice reverberating off the nearby walls. "Your cock feels so good, Master. Keep going."

Bruce's thick fingers sank into Martha's supple flesh as her ass clapped against him. His superior dick lanced her over and over, driving them both toward the edge. Ren huffed as breathing became more and more difficult. An ache formed in his balls, and his rubbing began to chafe his sensitiveness. If he kept this up, he would be in far more pain than pleasure.

A loud slap rang out followed by a deep grunt and a shrill shriek. Juices squirted from Martha's happy pussy, showering Ren with her excitement. He flinched as it struck him. It wasn't the first time, but the suddenness and excessiveness of it surprised him. The fact that he never coaxed such a reaction out of her in all their time together made it sting oh-so-good.

Convulsions wracked Martha as she rode out her potent orgasm. Bruce humped her backside while his hefty testicles contracted in a vain attempt to pump her full of his copious, virile seed. An image of his thick spunk leaking out of her post-nut flashed in Ren's mind. He longed to see it again after having experienced it on their wedding night. She deserved to be knocked up by Bruce.

Martha and Bruce sighed together, and tension rushed out of her. She shuddered, dribbling more fluids, and went limp in his arms. He tipped forward the slightest bit before steadying. Even a superior man like him had his limits. However, he didn't allow that to stop him from showing up someone like Ren. He grabbed his tiny package, trying to hide his shame.

Inch after inch of Bruce's cock slipped out of Martha's taught cunt as he lifted her. Ren held his breath, hoping that the condom would break. His heart sank. While stretched to its very limit, the rubber remained intact. Fluids from deep within her coated it and glinted in the light. The bulbous, ballooned tip slid out of her battered womanhood with a loud, wet pop.

Gasping, Martha came out of her orgasmic haze. Her head tipped forward, and her gaze passed Ren by to peek down her front. Even softening after cumming, Bruce's dick stuck out beneath her for her to see it and the swollen prize at the end. Her eyes lit up, and Ren's stomach turned. She knew what she wanted, craved.

"You always let out so much, Master," Martha said, catching her breath. Despite her heaving breasts, Ren stared at what she did. It seemed like regardless of how many times Bruce came, he still let out enough to impregnate at least a handful of women each time.

Bruce groped Martha's ass, his manhood twitching. "You're too good at milking me, but I know you love it." He nipped her neck and shifted his attention to Ren. "I think he does, too."

Heat flushed Ren's cheeks as Martha followed Bruce's gaze and fixated on him. A smile spread across her face. "Of course he does. He is a helpless, little pervert."

"Martha, I—"

"Put me down," Martha blurted out, trying to pat Bruce's thigh.

Unlike before, Bruce let Martha down as a lover would—his motions slow, thoughtful, tender. The change in his behavior shocked Ren and caused him to stare in disbelief. Her feet hit the floor, and she twisted her torso to face Bruce. He leaned down as her hand cupped the back of his head. They pressed their lips together and shared a long, uncomfortable kiss.

Ren squirmed as he watched Martha and Bruce make out. While they kissed, she managed to grab ahold of Bruce's semi-erect cock. The weight of the full, ballooned condom dragged even his impressive manhood down now. How was Ren ever supposed to keep it up? Of course, he knew the answer: he wasn't. Just another of many things to humiliate him with.

A soft smack sounded as Martha eased back, breaking her and Bruce's smooch. She smiled up at him and rested back on her heels. Her touch ran down his neck and drifted forward across his chest on its way down to his crotch. Reverent, she peeled back the rubber. Delicate motions prevented any issues from occurring—she didn't want to waste this opportunity or his seed.

The last bit of tension snapped, and Martha wavered. She clung to her prize, transfixed, and spun around to face Ren. "Oh, this is a good one, honey." Her ecstatic, eager eyes flicked up to him, causing him to flinch. "How many times do you think you would have to cum to fill one this much?"

Ren swallowed. No doubt, if he had any chance to do the same, it would take him dozens of times to match what Bruce let out in a single go…after having already came earlier. Being realistic, he never could. He would give up or succumb to his inferiority well before getting anywhere near close. Martha knew that as much as he did. Still, she teased him more and more.

"I-I," Ren stammered, swallowing and shying away from Martha's intent gaze. "I don't think I could. No matter how many times."

The corners of Martha's mouth quirked up into an amused and approving smirk. "I do not know. I think you might be able to…eventually." Ren moved to speak, but she stuck out her tongue and winked.

Humiliation twisted Ren's chest, and he stood there, dumbfounded. Martha had every right to mock him. "Martha…"

"Do not be like that, honey. Here," Martha took a step forward, closing the small gap between them, "let's—Oh." She stopped short. "I was going to tie this to your thing while Master and I continue, but your little guy is not even hard."

"Done already, Mr. Cuck?" Bruce asked, looming behind Martha, ready to take her yet again.

Ren chewed on his lip, heart racing. If he was done, would they kick him out of the room while they continued to fuck? "N-no. I can do more." In truth, if he hadn't grown hard again by now, he didn't know if he had it in him.

A smug expression came over Bruce's face, and he placed a massive hand on Martha's right shoulder. She eased back into him, reveling in his presence. "If that's the case, I got two options for you. One, take Martha and use your last little load to claim her." Both of them glanced down at Ren's pitiful penis, but he didn't so much as twitch.

"Or…" Bruce pulled Martha to him, his cock disappearing behind her to press up against her ass. Her eyes lit up in anticipation, and Ren's breath caught in his throat. "You can throw away your last ejaculation and let me claim her by impregnating her for real this time."

Blood rushed south, and Ren's masochistic member twitched to life. He grew hard in a matter of seconds, straining and eager. Agony, desire, embarrassment, and need warred within him, heightening his emotions. Nothing came close to eliciting such a reaction from him as the prospect of Bruce stealing Martha away from him and knocking her up.

Every eye in the room snapped to his shame, and his cheeks flushed. Martha giggled at his vigorous response, and Bruce smiled, shaking his head. Ren had already given her away in all other aspects to Bruce—it only seemed right to give him this, too. There was no way Ren deserved to be the one to have her all to himself or have her carry his child.

"So, which is it, honey?" Martha asked, grinning. "Although, I think it is rather clear, don't you?"

"Any mention of me taking you away from him, and he gets rock hard." Bruce pressed his body to Martha's and eclipsed her. "I think he wants me to knock you up."

"Oh," excitement played across Martha's face, and she brought her hands up together, still holding onto Bruce's condom, "that would be lovely." She made sure to lock eyes with Ren. "Wouldn't it, honey?"

Ren managed to nod, his mouth dry. "Yes." He sucked in a sharp, needy breath. "I can't see a world where you're not owned by his…"

Martha bent forward, getting close. "His what?"

"Big black cock," Ren blurted out. Heat burned his cheeks, but he couldn't break eye contact with Martha. "You deserve something that will please you in ways I never could."

"I agree. I cannot live without Master's cock." Martha's smile softened, and she leaned in until only an inch separated her face from Ren's. "That does not mean I don't love you, Ren, of course I do." She planted a tender kiss on his cheek, causing his heart to beat out of control. "You're my husband, my love. But," her eyes shied away from his, and she eased back into Bruce's domineering embrace, "my body rejects you. It wants nothing to do with a man who cannot even hold up another man's condom."

Ren nodded despite the ache in his chest and the twisting of his stomach. He understood—he even encouraged Martha's instincts, desires. More blood rushed down south, and he groaned in frustrated impotence. The only thing that made him hard was her being with another, better man. Perhaps they—he—finally ruined him for life.

"Honey," Martha said, drawing Ren's attention back to her. "If you are sure about this," she drifted out of Bruce's arms, sliding to the side, "kneel before Master, bow your head, and beg him to do what you want."

As if by instinct, Ren lurched forward and fell to his knees. Part of him wanted to look up at his superior while he asked him to knock up his wife, but he obeyed Martha's command. He stared at the floor, submissive and trembling. This was it. If he did this, there would be no turning back. Not that he had any intention of doing so.

"Please," Ren swallowed down the tiny flicker of self-respect, pride he had left, and the sudden anxiety of being put in this situation, "Master, give Martha what she deserves. Impregnate her and let her carry your child, not mine."

Bruce didn't say a word. Instead, he took a step forward, closing the small distance between them. Ren tilted his gaze up, but something heavy fell on top of his head. He flinched, letting out a pathetic little yelp, and froze. At first, he thought Bruce grabbed him. However, the shape, the size, and the heat was all wrong. Did he….

"You feel that, Mr. Cuck?" Bruce asked, his deep, commanding voice echoing in Ren's ears. "That's what's going to fuck your wife and pump my seed deep into her womb. And I'm not even hard again yet. Let that sink in and then beg for it properly. You wouldn't want to disappoint her," he paused, letting the implication hang in the air, "would you?"

Martha moved to Ren's left, retaking her position at Bruce's side. Ren didn't see it, but he could tell she wrapped her arms around Bruce's and clung to him. "Oh, Master. I'm dripping."

Ren tried to work his mouth to say something, but dryness and utter humiliation prevented him from doing so. Instead, he knelt there, superior man's cock on his head, thinking what to do, say. The fact that Martha took to what Bruce did so much only coaxed Ren to do just as the two asked of him. He had disgraced himself in the past; this should be second nature to him by now.

The longer Ren took to react, the more the daunting heaviness weighed him down. He glanced at his penis standing tall, begging to be acknowledged. No one would notice if he let his rest on them. Or, if they did, they would call it disgusting or mock him. Bruce's, however…Ren could think of no circumstance where they wouldn't submit straight away.

Keeping his head down, Ren allowed his perverse desire to see Martha impregnated by another man drive him forward. "Please, Master, I beg you: bless Martha with your virile seed and give her a child from a man deserving of the honor.

"I-I am not worthy of dribbling my useless semen anywhere near her let alone in her." Ren let go of any reservations he still had left and went all-in on degrading himself and explaining why Martha deserved more than him. His little dick twitched with each demeaning word.

"The very thought of me even trying to impregnate her is," bitter defeat bubbled up, but the inconceivable thrill of surrender spurred Ren on, to complete his speech, "unimaginable. I can't give her want she wants, needs."

The urge to rise, to meet his betters eye-to-eye flitted through Ren, but he thought better of it. Instead, he stared at the floor, fists clenched, and penis throbbing. "Please, take her yet again, without a condom, and cum inside her.

"It is your right as her master and the owner of her pussy." Ren swallowed, feeling Bruce grow harder, heavier with each passing second. Because of Ren's admittance or something Martha did, Ren couldn't be sure. It didn't matter either way. "Make her cum her brains out as you knock her up and satisfy every dream she's ever had."

Images of Martha cradling a swollen belly long after the deed had been done flitted through Ren's mind. He groaned and strained, bucking at the air. "You are the one she deserves to have." He slumped further to deepen his bow to show Bruce the respect he deserved. "I am nothing. I could never compete with you."

Giggling bubbled out of Martha, and agony lanced Ren's heart. "Look at your little guy wiggle and twitch. Does humiliating yourself before me and Master excite you that much?" He couldn't help but nod despite his precarious position. "You are such an irredeemable pervert, honey."

Bruce shifted, and his now-hard cock bounced, slapping the top of Ren's head. "Well, Mr. Cuck, I accept your gracious offer." Martha chuckled. Bruce could do with her what he wanted; he didn't need Ren's permission. Not anymore. "How about you get on the bed and hold your precious wife open for my big, fat cock? Show her, and me, just how much you want it to happen."

Enthusiasm swelled within Ren, and he lurched forward. Bruce's manhood slid off him and wobbled, looming over him. No matter how many times he witnessed Martha take such a massive beast inside, Ren still didn't know how she managed it. Yet each time her pussy drooled, eager to be penetrated and taken oh-so-deep.

Ren shot to his feet. Lightheadedness swam, and his knees buckled, threatening to see him back on the floor. To his surprise, neither Bruce nor Martha moved. They stared at Ren, waiting for him to make a move. Everything hinged upon his actions. This was the most control he had ever since he shared her with Bruce…and it only served to further relinquish his hold on her.

A pleasant, adoring smile lingered on Martha's face, but hunger and excitement burned in her gorgeous eyes. Bruce watched Ren's every fumbling step as he approached the bed. No doubt he longed to impregnate her for real, to put the final nail in the coffin of Ren's sex life with her. After this, there was no turning back. It excited him all the more.

Bedsprings popped as Ren crawled up onto the mattress and turned back around to face Martha and Bruce. He shot Ren an amused grin while she smiled, eager happiness clear on her face. She hopped up between Ren's legs, and he flinched. A giggle escaped her, and she, crawling, inched toward him. Even this sight—his wife, naked with tits hanging and swaying with each of her sensual motions, coming closer—did nothing to stir his desires.

Hands brushed Ren's inner thighs, sending shivers through him. Martha leaned in close as if to kiss him, but she diverted her intentions at the last second. Frustration burned in his gut, but he could do nothing but sit there, motionless. Hot breath invaded his ear, and her soft lips teased him. She had become so good at teasing him.

"Thank you, honey," Martha whispered, the gentle tease of touch causing him to shudder. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Ren blurted out without hesitation. He had no reason not to, and it was the truth. Perhaps now more than ever.

The sound of Martha smiling reached Ren. He thought to turn to meet her face-to-face, but he resisted. "Now, let us make our deepest dreams come true."

Before Ren opened his mouth to say a word, Martha jolted backward and spun. She launched back at him, and he caught her, head on his chest. A sigh eked out of her. She shimmied, forcing herself further up his body, and she bumped into his chin. He tried to move, to alleviate any awkwardness, but he froze.

Standing at the end of the bed, Bruce loomed over Ren and Martha, cock tall and eager. Ren swallowed at the sight and then realized Bruce would fuck his wife on top of him, and he wouldn't stop until he impregnated her. Excitement bloomed, and Ren's little penis twitched against her back. She let out a little amused noise, but her attention, too, was focused on Bruce.

"Well, isn't that sweet?" Bruce took a couple steps closer, his manhood wobbling but remaining at the ready. "But I can't knock her up like that."

A thrill ran through Ren, and Martha's right hand came up and cupped his cheek, steadying him. He glanced down, her head tilted back and eyes turned up to meet his curious gaze. "Honey, hold my legs up so Master can reach my womb easier." The corner of her mouth quirked up. "I do not know if I will be able to do it on my own once he starts."

"Of course," Ren said, a slight tremble in his voice. He had already agreed to this, wished for it, but now that he was faced with it, anxiety raged within him.

Ren drew his shaking hands up and placed them on Martha's bare thighs. She didn't flinch away from his touch or tell him to back off but being so intimate—while they were both naked—felt strange, wrong. He pushed through his misgivings, focused on the end goal. All three of them longed for what was to happen, and he couldn't fail…no matter how useless he was.

Sliding up, Ren caught Martha behind the knees and tugged. Her legs drifted up, and, as they did, they spread wider. The further he raised them, the more her lower back curled. Splayed and dripping, her pussy stared at Bruce and his massive cock, expectant, inviting. They were really going to fuck using him as a support to conceive a child together.

"That's better," Bruce said, placing a knee on the bed. "Show me how much, how deep you want me to fuck your sweet, gorgeous wife." He drew up and closer, no more than a couple of feet away.

Instinct and lust drove Ren, and he hauled Martha back even further. She leaned into him, the back of her head digging into his chest. Weakness from having came so many times earlier caused his muscles to strain and ache. It didn't matter. The only thing that did was showing how much he wanted a better man to have her and that he loved giving her away.

"Oh, honey," Martha sucked in a sharp breath, her bosom rising and falling in quick, shallow bursts, "I'm excited, too. Master is about to make me his. For real. A mother."

A whine eked out of Ren, and he bucked against Martha's back. Laughter bubbled up out of her as she snuggled back into him. He squeezed her thighs as best he could in a vain attempt to hug her. Bruce drew closer with each passing second. Any interest Ren had in her reactions vanished, and he stared at his better's crotch.

Dark skin drifted up next to pale. The contrast tantalized Ren and looked so good, so right, that he couldn't help but groan in delight. Images of the beautiful child Martha and Bruce were about to make flitted through his mind. He would raise that kid, and everyone would know that he had let another man have his perfect wife.

"Looking good," Bruce said with a smirk. "Such a cute, loving couple." His grin broadened, and he grabbed ahold of himself. "I hope you don't mind my intrusion." With a series of up-down motions, he slapped his long, thick, manly cock against Martha's splayed, vulnerable pussy.

Wet slaps echoed as Bruce's man-meat struck Martha. She flinched and moaned each time as the weight behind the strikes rippled through her and into Ren. His stubby, little penis rubbed her back as they swayed and rocked from Bruce's commanding strength. That was about to enter her, make her his, and deliver untold pleasure to the woman Ren loved.

"Martha," Ren breathed, captivated by Bruce's dick resting between the drenched folds of her womanhood.

"I know, honey. Please, ask Master to put his raw cock inside me." Martha's breathing became ragged, her voice little more than a whisper. "I need it."

Ren swallowed and, against his instincts and desires, turned his gaze up to Bruce, locking eyes with the superior man. "Please, Master, give Martha what she wants. What she deserves."

A curious expression came over Bruce's face, and he began to rock back and forth. His daunting manhood ran along Martha's lower lips, threatening to both slip away or inside. "And what's that?"

"Your…big black cock." As the words tumbled from Ren's mouth, Martha shuddered atop him and mewled with glee. "Something I can't measure up to or compete with."

"I think you just want to see me fuck her again," Bruce mused, grinding away at Martha's vulnerability. Ren lurched, bumped into her, and gasped. "But, since we're here, I might as well take advantage of what's in front of me." The tip of Bruce's cock slipped down to her leaking, spread, and eager entrance.

Ren's breath caught in his throat, and his heart hammered in his chest. He imagined Martha reacting the same as Bruce's fat cockhead pushed forward and pried her open. For a second, Ren through Bruce might not fit. Then, Bruce leaned in, and her pussy yielded. The crown disappeared inside far slower than any other time he had taken her…even the first.

A breathy, ecstatic moan seeped out of Martha as Bruce penetrated her inch by agonizing inch. More and more weight pressed down against Ren, and he felt the power, strength Bruce had through her. The mattress sagged, and her back and head squished Ren all the more. He groaned and squeezed her legs tighter, not wanting to let go.

"Oh, honey," Martha breathed between mewling moans. "Master's cock is filling me up so much. He is only a fraction of the way inside, and he is so much further than you ever could reach."

Ren whined and bucked, his penis twitching. Martha didn't have to remind him; he could see it with his own eyes. Still, the reality only turned him on even more. Bruce had to do nothing, and he outdid Ren in every aspect of manliness. And yet he seemed willing…almost excited to do everything he could to humiliate and emasculate Ren.

"It looks so good," Ren muttered as he stared at Bruce's fat dick prying Martha open and sinking inside.

If not for the sound of ecstasy Martha let out, Ren believed she would have laughed at his statement. "It does, doesn't it?" Her hands found his, and she squeezed. "It is so big and thick and black. Nothing like yours. He can actually make me feel like a woman and make me cum."

Shame, agony, and pleasure caused Ren to shudder and his impotent member to throb. Every time Martha reminded him why Bruce was the one to fuck her, to soon impregnate her and not him, Ren almost blew. Nothing made him happier, more excited than watching her take his superior's cock and for her to describe just how he couldn't measure up.

The last couple inches of Bruce's dick plunged into Martha's poor, stretched pussy, vanishing. His body weight rested down atop her and Ren, shoving him into the mattress beneath them. He clung to her, desperate, while she trembled in delight and anticipation. No matter what happened, how hard Bruce fucked her, he would fulfill his role to help conceive their wonderful child.

Bruce pressed down harder, grinding his pelvis against Martha's. She mewled and shifted in a vain attempt to mirror his actions. Ren even bucked to try and push her, but their combined efforts failed. For the best. Bruce was the one who knew how to handle things, to make her scream his name in sheer euphoric bliss while cumming her brains out.

"Honey," Martha panted. "Master is so deep. His seed will shoot straight into my womb." She tilted her head back, but her gorgeous eyes never came into view. "Thank you."

Ren nodded, more to himself than Martha, and dribbled out more needy precum. "You're welcome, Martha. I…"

Movement shifted them both, and the pressure pushing down retreated. Bruce drew back, his fat cock ripping out of Martha's taut, little cunt. She moaned as her insides clung to his girthy shaft, stretching and stretching the further he pulled out. Ren couldn't believe that after all the times Bruce had taken her, she remained oh-so-tight for him.

Inches of thick, dark man-meat came back into view. A shiver ran down Ren's spine, and he groaned at the sight, what it meant. Martha's hips rose as she attempted to cling to Bruce, but he withdrew, nonetheless. While she had always been strong, she was no match for him. Neither of them were. He proved to be far stronger than both of them put together, and they loved it.

Juices glistened on Bruce's shaft—juices that he coaxed out of Martha with each and every thrust into her. Hell, he didn't even need to fuck her. Her just being in his presence made her wet. Once upon a time, Ren had wished he had the same effect on her. Now, he relished seeing how excited she got for another man. The man that would now impregnate her.

"Master, please," Martha begged as he continued to pull out at the slowest, most agonizing pace he ever had. "Give me all that you have."

A smirk spread across Bruce's face. "I want the two of you," he flicked his eyes to Ren, "especially him, to feel every bit of what I'm about to do." Bruce slowed down as the broad ridges of his cockhead peeked out of Martha's salivating lower lips.

Martha let out a strained, excited noise, no longer demanding. Bruce held himself there, on the verge of slipping out of her, and stared down at her. Ren's breath caught in his throat. Was Bruce going to drag this out as long as possible, or would he plunge back into her, splitting her in half and smashing down upon them both? Either outcome thrilled Ren, and he squirmed, impatient.

"My pussy, my womb…my entire body belongs to you, Master." Martha gazed into Bruce's eyes as Ren trembled. "Take it."

Without a single word, Bruce drove back into Martha. Not a quick, decisive thrust, but a ponderous, almost loving pump. The daunting inches he packed vanished, and he pressed hard against her. Bedsprings creaked under his firmness. She moaned his name even as he forced her back into Ren. He hugged her, relishing her reaction.

Bruce held himself for a moment within Martha's needy, eager, vulnerable depths before pulling back out. The rhythm he fell into sent her and Ren rocking, jiggling, but Bruce didn't go all-out as usual. He continued to work in and out of her, keeping his pace steady, yet the hunger, the passion behind each stroke came through all the clearer. They weren't merely fucking; they were making love.

"M-Master," Martha gasped as Bruce plunged into her again, forcing her naughty pussy to gush. "I feel every inch of you oh-so-deep inside me, loving and virile. I'm going to cum."

To Ren's surprise, Bruce leaned into Martha, and she craned her neck forward. Little more than an inch separated their faces. Ren's heart leapt up into his throat as he stared in fervent anticipation. Neither Bruce nor Martha made an issue out of kissing one another for quite some time now. Why did they stop when they were so close, and she was on the brink?

"Cum on the cock you love." Bruce's eyes snapped up to Ren for a split second before he returned to Martha. "Show me how excited you are to carry my child."

"Master," Martha lurched forward, almost causing Ren to lose his grip, and closed the gap between her and Bruce.

Their lips pressed together. Ren expected the hungry franticness of sexual desire, but Bruce and Martha kissed with the tender passion of lovers. Ren's stomach twisted, and his chest tightened. That kind of kiss had been reserved for Ren and Ren alone until recent times. No matter how much Bruce made her squeal in delight and orgasm.

Muffled moans ripped from Martha's lungs, and she spasmed. Ren had been close to her when she climaxed on Bruce's dick, but this time was different. Her muscles flexed and contracted, and she trembled in Ren's arms. The sheer uncontrollable nature stole his breath away and caused his penis to twitch out of control. How he didn't burst, he didn't know.

Juices gushed from Martha's happy pussy, running down her taint and to Ren's crotch. He imagined he had caused her to let out so much, but reality crashed back into him as Bruce continued to work in and out of her at a consistent, deliberate pace. Even as she came. Whenever he hilted inside her, she convulsed and squealed into his mouth.

A grunt escaped Bruce, but he didn't slow down or pull away from Martha. Ren's heart skipped a beat, thinking Bruce was about to cum, too. Of course, his worries were unfounded and silly. Regardless of how good she felt, Bruce wouldn't succumb so soon... even though he would knock her up and steal yet one more thing away from Ren.

The mattress squished under the weight of Bruce coming down on Martha. Each time Bruce pulled back, the pressure vanished. Ren dug his fingers into her thighs, clinging to her. If he held too tight or hurt her, she didn't appear to mind. He couldn't blame her. How could she think of anything else when Bruce's raw cock plugged away at her?

Stifled moans eked out of Martha despite her lips pressed to Bruce's. Ren squirmed beneath her, dick spasming. This had been the longest he had seen them share a kiss. Especially during a love-making session. Part of him wondered if it was just to see what he would do, to make him uncomfortable. But, while they enjoyed teasing him, he also understood their real desires and feelings for one another.

Agony and delight twisted inside Ren. He adored watching Martha take Bruce—a man far superior to him—but the jealousy, pain remained. Of course, that only made him harder, savor each little slight and joke at his expense more. Whine after pathetic whine seeped out of him. There was nothing he could do but lay back and enjoy the intimacy, the finality of what was going on atop him.

Bruce pulled back from Martha, and she gasped. Both to regain some of her lost breath and in euphoric pleasure as he once again hilted oh-so-deep inside her. His name tumbled from her lips, and she tried to crane her neck to close the small gap between them. To Ren's surprise, Bruce resisted and didn't allow her to do as she wished.

"M-Master," Martha breathed, confused and betrayed.

Locking eyes with Martha, Bruce drove into her harder, grinding against her while buried in her deepest depths. "I want him to hear your sexy reactions to me fucking you and planting a baby in you."

Martha shuddered, and mewled, tensing up. Ren imagined how Bruce's words made her tighten up around his fat, pussy-splitting girth, squeezing it so hard but unable to stop him. "You are so naughty, Master. Making me tease poor Ren like that."

"He loves it." Bruce tilted his head up, meeting Ren's gaze, and Ren flinched. "Don't you, Mr. Cuck? How many times have you cum while having your wife fucked on top of you?"

Ren's bottom lip trembled. "N-none."

A giggle escaped Martha. "Honey, you are so hopeless." She gasped as Bruce drove home, filling her with all of his cock. "Is rubbing against my back while Master claims me not enough for you? Do you need to hear how he is making me feel to get off?"

Seeing Martha stuffed full by another, better man excited Ren to no end, but hearing her moan in sheer ecstasy and compare him to her lover set him off every time. "Y-yes. It's so hot."

"You are such an irredeemable little pervert, honey." Martha eased backward until her half-lidded, lust-hazed eyes came into view. A shiver ran down Ren's spine. "I love it."

"M-Martha." Ren's voice trembled as he spoke her name, but he could do little else but say it.

Mewling, Martha's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she lost her focus. "Hold me tight, honey. Make sure Master can keep fucking me until he blesses me with his thick, virile seed."

Ren obeyed without hesitation. He gripped Martha tighter, his fingers digging into her soft, supple flesh. She curled more, slipping down his body the slightest bit, and took Bruce's cock even deeper. The rhythmic clap of their joining bodies echoed in the intimate room. Juices gushed from her pussy each time he buried himself in her. Ren wondered how long now before Bruce came and pumped her full of cum.

Bruce and Martha lost themselves in one another yet again, leaving Ren to be the awkward third wheel. He bucked as Bruce plunged into her needy womanhood in a vain attempt to mirror the superior man's actions. If she noticed, she didn't let Ren know. Ignoring his efforts only spurred him on to do it more. The pleasure of being denied wound him up but didn't set him off.

"Do not stop, Master. You feel so good." Martha's nails bit into the backs of Ren's hands, making it far more difficult to hold onto her and keep her in prime position for breeding. "Oh, you are twitching so deep inside me. Do you like my naughty pussy that much?"

Grunting, Bruce wavered in his deliberate pace. "Of course I do. You're always so wet for me and cling to me so tightly, begging for me to cum inside."

Trembling overtook Martha, and she squealed in delight. "Oh, yes." She sucked in a sharp breath. "Please, give it to me." Ren's heart hammered in his chest, his penis twitching. "Fill my womb with your potent semen and impregnate me."

"Let me know when you're going to cum," Bruce huffed but continued plugging away at Martha, trying to hide what she did to him, "and I'll make it an orgasm to remember."

"Yes," Martha cried out, her voice turning higher in pitch.

A whine seeped out of Ren. They were getting oh-so-close to Bruce erupting deep in Martha and knocking her up. Ren had fantasized, dreamed of this moment for so long. Now that it was almost upon him, he couldn't believe it. The tip of his dick grazed her spine, and he moaned. He wanted to climax with them when the time came.

Martha's legs jerked forward, and Ren yelped, holding her tight. Neither Martha nor Bruce said a thing and carried on as if nothing happened. Ren huffed in strain and delight. He knew he didn't need to hold her. Bruce could impregnate her in any position he desired, but Ren felt compelled to obey. Besides, if he let her go, she might leave him.

Moans tumbled out between Martha's panting lips alongside Bruce's name. He allowed himself to groan as she gripped his cock tighter than anything else. Ren imagined he could feel the man's throbbing whenever he hilted inside her. Of course, that was ridiculous. Bruce might be big, strong, and virile, but he couldn't defy physics…right?

Every time Bruce pushed back into Martha, their hips grinded together. She mewled and tensed. From watching him fuck her over and over again—not hands-on experience—Ren noticed the telltale sign of her approaching orgasm. The image of her blissful face filled his mind even as he stared at her jiggling tits and the magnificent cock responsible.

"Oh, God, honey, I'm so close," Martha blurted out, shaking atop Ren while Bruce ravished her. "Master is going to blow his thick, potent load deep within me and impregnate me right in front of your e-eyes." She moaned with glee as Bruce grunted. "What do you think about t-that?"

Ren's heart skipped a beat, and he whimpered, bucking. "I want it more than anything."

A half laugh-half moan ripped from Martha's lungs. "More than me?"

Panic fluttered. "That's not…I just…" Ren tried to prevent himself from cumming on the spot from being called out. Of course he longed for Martha more…right?

"I know." Martha squeezed Ren's hands but didn't meet his curious, anxious gaze. "I want it more than anything, too, honey." She breathed deep, trembling. "Tell Master to do it."

Tearing his eyes off Martha, Ren met Bruce's expectant eyes. "M-Master, please bless Martha with your seed and give her a strong, healthy child." Ren swallowed, heat burning his cheeks. "One I never could."

A smirk quirked up the corner of Bruce's mouth. "Since you asked so nicely…"

Bruce cocked his hips back and drove into Martha faster, harder than he had all night. She gasped, mewling, and shrieked his name. Convulsions overtook her, and strong, overbearing pulsations rippled through her. Ren froze, eyes wide. This was it; Martha was about to become a mother…the mother of a child from another man, a better man. He couldn't believe his luck.

Moans flooded the room as pulse after pulse flooded Martha's womanhood with copious amounts of thick, virile cum. Every muscle in her body contracted, and Ren's arms burned with the effort of keeping her legs back. A warm sensation dribbled out of her and teased him. Bruce's spunk filled her and ran out of space, leaking from her milking pussy.

Martha continued to spasm as she rode out her blissful orgasm. Heat flushed between them, and goosebumps rose along her otherwise smooth flesh. Bruce humped her, pushing them both deeper into the mattress and causing more of his jizz to overflow. It seemed like such a waste, but it only proved how much of a better fit he was for her than someone like Ren.

Humiliation burned Ren as his better's excess semen dribbled over his pathetic, twitching excuse for manhood. The urge to blow at the emasculation flitted through him, but he refrained. Somehow. It appeared his body was desperate not to allow him to cum. Not yet. He thought Bruce impregnating Martha would push him over the edge, but he remained denied, rejected.

A sharp huff escaped Martha, and the tension melted from her. She slumped in Ren's embrace. He moved to check on her, to say something, but Bruce swooped in first. Their lips pressed together right in front of Ren, and she moaned, surprised. Bruce didn't pull out as they kissed, seeming to savor the moment of conception and complete dominion over Ren.

Pathetic whimpering seeped out of Ren the longer Martha and Bruce made out. She pushed back against Bruce, making all kinds of approving, lovey-dovey noises. Ren's stomach twisted in agony, and his heart hammered in his chest. The acts that she had once only done with him being shared with another man—no matter that he was far superior—hurt Ren oh-so-good.

Despite himself, Ren muttered Martha's name. She ignored him. Fear filled him, and he squirmed. He had begged Bruce to knock her up, steal her away from him, but he didn't want to lose her for good. She deserved better than him, no one could dispute that, yet he loved her. His penis twitched out of control, needy and shameful. No one wanted it.

A soft, wet smack sounded, and Martha eased back onto Ren. "What's wrong, honey?" She inhaled, breathy. "Is this not the best moment of your life? It is for me."

Ren's stomach dropped, but he humped at Martha's back. The tip of his member brushed against her softness, causing him to groan, disgraceful. "M-Martha…"

Movement shifted around until Martha's whole face came into view. She stuck out her tongue and winked at Ren. He exhaled his held, thin breath. "I am only joking. You know the best day of my life was when I married you."

Relief washed over Ren, but something about what Martha said rang hollow while Bruce remained balls deep in her freshly-creampied pussy. His mouth worked, dry, and little more than a squeak came out: "Mine, too."

"It's okay, honey," Martha said with a giggle. "I know what you like. Look," her gaze dropped from Ren, guiding him to where she wanted, "I am so full that so much of Master's cum came out of me. Do you like seeing me like this, his fat cock still buried deep while I leak so much?"

"Yes," Ren said without hesitation.

Martha laughed again. "You are so hopeless, honey, but I love it, too." She let out a satisfied sigh, wiggling around. "Orgasming while being impregnated felt so good. From now on, Master only has me bareback. No more condoms. My body wholly belongs to him."

No words came, but Ren nodded. Martha flashed a smile at him and returned her attention to Bruce. "I see I felt as good for you as you did for me, Master. You let out so much. You really wanted to impregnate me, didn't you?"

"How could I not?" Bruce asked, his hips gyrating against Martha's. She moaned. "You're a gorgeous, sexy woman who deserves so much more than him. I couldn't let you go without a real man knocking you up."

Laughter bubbled up out of Martha, and she shook her head. "You are bad, too, Master. You get so excited to put Ren in his place." Her eyes lit up. "Not that I am complaining."

"Someone has to, and I'm your man." Bruce throbbed deep in Martha. Was he still hard?

"Yes." Martha allowed her hands to slip from Ren's, and his heart leapt into his throat. "You." She glided up along Bruce's muscular arms and shoulders, wrapping around his neck. "Are." Without hesitation, she drew him to her, and their lips pressed together.

Ren whined and bucked as Martha kissed Bruce. The tip of his leaking, little thing grazed her spine. She ignored him, locked in a passionate kiss with her master and lover. Agony flitted through Ren, but he loved witnessing such tender loving between them…even more so now that Bruce had given her a child worth bearing.

To Ren's surprise, a soft smack sounded, and Martha pulled back from Bruce. He stared down at her, self-satisfied with a hint of affection. The expression caused Ren's breath to catch—he couldn't imagine what it did for her. A pleased noise escaped her, and she wiggled in place, her legs tugging against his grasp. His strength failed him, and he released her.

As Martha slipped from Ren's grip, she wrapped her thighs around Bruce. However, beyond a little squeeze, she didn't keep them there. They slid down his body and fell to either side of him. She gave him a little nod and gestured with her head to move back. He leaned in and smooched her another time before he withdrew from her overflowing, satisfied pussy.

Inch after inch of Bruce's thick, long, dark cock slid free of Martha. She groaned as her lower lips still clung to him despite the copious amounts of frothy juices slickening his length and the fact that he had softened inside her. Even semi-erect, he put Ren to shame and then some, and the sight almost made him burst. So much was left over from Bruce's load; Ren couldn't imagine how much more of it remained in her…where it belonged.

More spunk gushed from Martha as Bruce's dick flopped out. Martha moaned and hugged him, working her hips from side to side. He sat back and traced her arms until they met. Her fingers intertwined with his, and he drew them down. They lingered there, in one another's embrace while staring into each other's eyes, for a long, silent moment.

"Thank you for this gift, Master," Martha said, breaking the silence. Her voice came soft, adoration and gratitude permeating it.

A smirk slipped onto Bruce's face, and he squeezed Martha's hands. "There's more where that came from." His eyes flicked up to Ren's. "I'll go get us a bath while you deal with your," Bruce grinned, "husband."

The mattress rocked as Bruce knee-walked away from Martha to the edge of the bed. Unlike any other time he had his dick out, it drooped, flaccid and satisfied. Still, even soft, it eclipsed whatever meagerness Ren could manage. Bruce headed for the door. Her gaze followed him—it—and he flashed her, and Ren, a knowing smile.

A clack sounded, and Bruce left Martha and Ren alone. Ren let out a breath and shuddered. Sweat slicked the skin between them, and her and Bruce's fluids tainted his bottom half. She didn't appear to mind at all. Her muscles flexed, and a groan seeped out of her as she tried to roll to her side. With the help of his hand on her hips, she managed to shift off him.

Martha flopped sideways beside Ren, bouncing the slightest bit. His gaze snapped to her, and she smiled up at him. Butterflies whirled in his stomach as he peeked lower and lower. Her nipples stood proud on her squished-together breasts, but that wasn't what he longed to see. Cum stained her pubic mound, inner thighs, and continued to ooze from her gaping womanhood.

"You just cannot keep your eyes off it, can you, honey?" Martha asked, her right arm snaking beneath him to snatch him up into a loose embrace.

Something told Ren to tear his eyes off Martha's crotch, but he remained fixated. "M-Martha, I…I can't believe it's really happening."

"Oh, it is." Fingers wrapped around Ren's wrist, and Martha yanked. He let out a gasp as she guided the palm of his hand to her taut, flat stomach. "Soon, this will be swollen with Master's child. Can you imagine it?"

Ren groaned, bucking. Martha scooted her lower half back away from him, making sure to keep room between his penis and where Bruce had marked. Frustration burned within his gut for a moment before what she said sunk in. Images flashed in his mind of her with a massive pregnant belly. She cradled it, beaming at him, despite him not being the father.

"So many people are going to ask," Martha mused, almost absent, as she held Ren close. "But none of them will know that it is another man's child." Amused eyes met his, and her smile broadened. "Unless you want me to tell everyone that you were not able to impregnate me, so I had a better man do it."

Twitches overcame Ren's member, and he clung to Martha. The idea of her speaking with her work friends while he remained behind and them all peeking at him and giggling as she told them the truth flitted through his mind. Shame, humiliation, and pleasure shot through him. The only thing that would make it better was if Bruce swept in to show them who did it.

"Oh, you are twitching so much, honey." Martha's breath tickled Ren's ear, and he shuddered, almost blowing. "You really like the idea of me carrying Master's kid while you can do nothing but stare and remember you gave me away, huh?" She moved her hand, causing him to rub her belly, tender and gentle. "It is going to be a long nine months. Are you sure you can handle it?"

Ren bit his lip and nodded, suppressing a pathetic moan. Of course, he didn't know if he could, in truth. Every time he would see her pregnant, he might cum on the spot.

"Good boy." Martha patted Ren and smiled at him. "I know you can do it. Then," her gaze slipped down to where their hands joined, "I'll give birth to a beautiful black child, and everyone will know you are not good enough to be a father, a man. That you are only fit to be my little cuckold.

"Imagine the looks people will give you as we walk by, the things you will overhead them whisper about me…you." Martha shivered, her voice low, husky, aroused.

Revealing his inadequacy, his kink in such a clear display beyond assumptions and speculation to people other than Martha and Bruce thrilled Ren to no end. His little penis twitched out of control. Once she gave birth, everyone would know. They would smile and laugh and whisper; each reaction pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"You best be careful, too. I know the humiliation will make you hard." Martha smiled, allowing her hand to dip low but not too low. "Of course, no one will be able to notice your tiny thing." A thrill shot through him, and he whimpered, so close to her touch. "That is a relief, isn't it, honey?"

Martha was right: no matter how hard Ren became, no one would spot the tiny tent he pitched. Even if he wanted them to. Heat flushed his cheeks. While he could get away with it, being hidden, ignored, forgotten, the shame seared him to his core. Besides, she would know the truth, and she was the only one who mattered.

"You will be walking around about to cum all the time, won't you, honey?" Martha asked, grazing him here and there whilst her face remained oh-so-close. "And you will love it." She shook her head, disappointment in her eyes. "You are such an irredeemable, little pervert. But," her expression brightened, and she smirked, "you are my irredeemable, little pervert."

Martha closed the gap and planted a loving, tender kiss on Ren's left cheek. A jolt of shameful delight shot through him, and he bucked, crying out her name. Potent and needy, his meager manhood pulsated as his empty balls contracted. Despite his earnestness, how much her impregnation and following teasing drove him wild, he spurted out the tiniest, weakest little stream of cum. If it could even be called that.

"Oh," Martha said, surprised, flinching back from Ren's pathetic display. If not for her closeness, and his outburst, she wouldn't have noticed he came. "Did you just cum from me kissing your cheek, honey?" Disappointment came over her face as she pulled back, but amusement played in her gorgeous eyes and the upturned corners of her mouth.

Ren humped the air, letting out dry shots as he squirmed in shameful pleasure. He tried to shake his head—there had been many more reasons than just her little peck—but all he could do was writhe and spasm. Martha smiled at him, pleased with his reaction. An insignificant dribble of his worthless seed leaked down his drooping, shrinking length.

"Or were you thinking of what is to come now that Master has permanently marked me as his?" Tilting her head, a curious expression slipped onto her face. "Maybe how you gave up your last chance to win me back?"

"M-Martha…" The urge to spring back to life surged through Ren, but he was spent, impotent.

Martha cocked her head to the side and frowned. "What is it, honey? You are going to have to speak up if you want me to hear you."

"That was incredible." Ren scooted closer to Martha, and, to his surprise, she allowed him to. She even embraced him and drew him to her, their faces little more than an inch away. "You're…I love you."

"I love you, too." A bright, loving smile curled her lips. "It really was, wasn't it? And, just think," excitement danced in her eyes, "we can do it again in nine months."

Joy bloomed deep within Ren, and he lurched forward and kissed Martha. A giggle escaped her before she smooched him back. Sweetness played on his taste buds, and he shuddered. Her arms tightened around him. He didn't know what he had done to deserve her, but the idea of her craving Bruce, and Bruce alone, made him the happiest man in the world.

"You are going to love this one, honey," Martha said, chipper, as she fiddled with her cell phone.

Blood rushed south, but Ren strained against his microscopic metal cage. Martha brought him videos of her and Bruce that he hadn't been a part of each week. She loved to tease him and make him watch, through video, the better man claim her. His heart ached, yet arousal coursed through him. He adored every time she showed him a new one.

"Come on. Strip and get into bed." Despite her command, she made no effort to get nude herself. She never did. Ren didn't deserve it; not while she cucked him. Besides, the sight of her naked pregnant belly would make him burst.

Ren slipped out of his shorts and briefs before ripping his shirt up over his head. He cast the articles aside, and a shiver ran down his spine. Glancing down, the flat, grated end of his black cage protruded from his crotch the tiniest bit. He had become used to wearing it, but, regardless of his lacking size, it still surprised him he found such a cramped thing comfortable now.

The mattress dimpled beneath him as Ren crawled into position. Months back, Bruce bought them a new bed—one that all three of them fit in. Granted, Ren didn't know if his presence counted. Martha and Bruce often cuddled together after fucking and let him out in the cold. Of course, he didn't mind. Bruce deserved her affection, not him.

As Ren slumped onto his side, head on the pillow, Martha joined him. She snaked her left arm under him while the right, with the phone, encircled him. Instinct told him to scoot back. He did so without thinking, and cloth grazed his bare skin. A hump pressed into the small of his back, causing him to arch, awkward. The presence of her growing baby bump turned him on.

Softness squished against Ren's shoulder blades, and warmth seeped into him. He twisted to peek back at Martha, but she gestured back toward the screen hanging in her hand. A distinct play button rested in the center. Beyond, a dimmed image of a naked Bruce and Martha loomed, and anticipation swelled in Ren's chest.

"Ready, honey?" Martha asked, eagerness evident in her voice.

All Ren could do was nod.

Martha let out a huff of a breath, shifted the phone into her left hand, and pressed play. The still images sprang to life. She eased back into Bruce, rubbing her backside against his crotch. From the position of the camera, Ren couldn't see Bruce's fat cock slip between her asscheeks, but the image had been burned into his mind. His penis tried to twitch to life, but the narrow cage prevented any kind of erection.

Delicate fingers came to rest on Ren's chest, and he jumped in Martha's embrace. "Master wanted to try something new this time." She drew herself closer to him, matching the contours of his body.

Bruce produced a blindfold and draped it over Martha's face, tying it tight. A smile curled her lips, but agony lanced Ren's heart. He wanted to stare into her eyes—even through a recording—while Bruce ploughed her. She didn't appear to mind, though. Her movements became more frantic, eager. She longed for him to stick his dick in her.

Pulling back, Bruce kept his fingertips on Martha's bare flesh. She shuddered as he traced a bit of her jaw before traveling down her neck. Goosebumps rose in his wake, and she moaned in feverish anticipation. Despite her neediness, he maintained his slow, sensual pace. He rounded her shoulders and teased her with the prospect of slipping forward to cup her tits.

A pathetic whimper eked out of Martha when Bruce retreated to ripple over her ribs. His touch remained light, and her back arched in a vain attempt to meet him. Not even a flicker of amusement came over his face, engrossed in drinking in every curve of her body as he was. The loving, tender sight only made Ren strain against his snug confines all the more.

Martha's hot breath invaded Ren's ear, and she allowed her hand to glide downward. "He thought blindfolding me would make me more sensitive." She inhaled and shivered. "And it did. Oh-so-much."

Ren bucked as Bruce's hands met Martha's hips. She bit her bottom lip and eased forward. At the same time, Bruce drew back. The image of his big, fat, black cock sliding down between her plump, pale cheeks filled Ren's mind. Only a moment more, and Bruce would once again take her, what belonged to him and him alone.

"Do you like the idea of me being even more under Master's control, honey?" Martha asked despite the answer being clear as day. Her hand rested atop his cage, radiating blissful warmth.

A whine eked out of Ren as he nodded. "Yes."

Martha cupped Ren's package, fingers cradling his small balls, tender and teasing. "My body craved him more than it had in quite some time that day." She inhaled, sharp, before her hot breath blew over his ear. He trembled. "As you will soon see."

In the video, Bruce drove his hips forward, slamming into Martha's backside. She lurched, breasts jiggling, and let out a high-pitched moan. Her arms tensed, locking at the elbows, and she pushed back into him. He wasted no time and ripped out of her with commanding force. She swayed back with his motion, only to be cut short by another thrust.

Only being able to see Martha's gasping mouth and hear her cry of bliss made Ren whimper and buck. Her grip on him tightened, yet he felt almost none of it. Blood flowed south to no avail. Firm, unyielding metal restricted his erection. Discomfort swelled the more he watched, listened.

"You are struggling so much," Martha mused, her voice part concern and part mockery. She loved to toy with Ren. "Do you really want me to touch your little thing while you watch Master fuck me?"

Ren nodded, unable to even dribble out a pathetic "yes."

"Well," the presence hugging Ren's "manhood" loosened and slipped away down his inner thigh, "that is too bad." He groaned and squirmed, but Martha held him tight. "I do not think you deserve to be let out of your cage…yet." She giggled in his ear, soft. "Maybe if you make it through this video first."

"Martha…" Ren tried to turn his head to see her, but she pressed her cheek against his to keep him focused forward.

"It's okay." As if to help put Ren's mind at ease, Martha began to stroke his leg with a delicate, almost teasing touch. "Just watch my reactions while Master dominates me."

Vigorous clapping came through the phone's speakers as Bruce ravaged Martha. She squealed his name and mewled with every thrust, echoing off the intimate walls. They had only just begun, and she was already this far gone. Bruce had a way with her, but this seemed…different. Being denied sight must have turned her on oh-so-much.

Martha drew herself closer to Ren, and her stiff nipples stabbed at his back. "I cannot wait to do this with you present." He moaned and bucked, grazing her forearm with his shame. "Hearing you squirm but denying you the ability to look me in the eyes will be so exciting."

Ren wanted to protest, to ask Martha if she meant what she said, but only pitiful, nonsensical noises seeped out of him. He felt the side of her face turn up in an amused smile against him. She enjoyed putting him in his place, and he loved her for that. Any time she forbade him any aspect of her, he couldn't help but lose control.

"And," Martha's voice turned breathy, excited, "I can pretend you are not there."

Without hesitation, Ren called out Martha's name and humped at the air, impotent. She didn't try to stop him or comfort him. Instead, she added more fuel to the fire and tickled his ballsack as he writhed. The light sensation only drove him wilder. Did she not want him there? She did appear to get off harder when he wasn't around, but….

"Oh," Martha said, surprised yet gleeful, "that got you all excited. You like it when I ignore you while Master is deep inside me, don't you?" The tips of her fingers circled Ren's cage before heading up his abdomen, making sure to gloss over any sensitive bits. "His cock does make me forget all about you sometimes…"

Martha's admission lanced Ren's heart, but he strained in his confines all the more. "Martha, I…" His breath caught in his throat, thin.

"Oh, it's okay, honey. I never want to give you up." Hugging Ren right, Martha squished her softness against him. "You are too cute when you squirm and whimper and beg, and it makes me oh-so-hot." She started to rock, and wetness teased his backside.

"That's…" Ren trailed off, baffled. Did he turn Martha on in some backward, twisted way?

"Exactly what you wanted to hear? Oh, I know, honey." To Ren's surprise, Martha turned her head and planted a tender, loving kiss on his cheek. His heartbeat skyrocketed. "My pathetic little cuckold-lover."

Martha's shrill cries and Bruce's deep grunts drew Ren's attention back to the video. Not that his eyes had anything else to focus on. She fell forward onto her elbows, sticking her ass out more. Hair hung loose and covered her face. She was gone, wrapped up in her burning lust and unimaginable pleasure. Of course, he knew the sight well: she was on the verge of orgasm.

A soft hmmm eked out of Martha. "Oh, I think we are coming up on where the video got messed up. We lost the part where he cums in me," she said, flat, as if it didn't matter at all. "You don't mind, right, honey?" Joy brightened her mocking voice.

Ren groaned and muttered a muted curse. They would deny him even seeing Bruce finish inside Martha. Not surprising, but his head spun in agonized, elated frustration.

"What," Martha sounded surprised, confused, "you wanted to see Master pump my poor little pussy full of his thick, virile semen? But, honey," she chuckled, shaking her head, "he has already knocked me up." Teeth nipped at Ren's earlobe, and she gave him a little tug. "What if he came somewhere else?"

Ren's heart skipped a beat, and he bucked against Martha's elbow. "D-did he…?"

"I do not know," Martha said, drawing out the words. Ren could hear the smile on her gorgeous, playful face. "Maybe next week you will see."

Lightheadedness threatened to overwhelm Ren, but he kept his eyes glued to the screen. Martha said the recording missed Bruce's cumshot, yet Ren hoped for some kind of clue before it cut out. However, all he saw was Martha throwing herself back as Bruce railed her. Juices glistened down her thighs as the joining of their flesh echoed.

"He wants me to wear my wedding dress again while he has me," Martha mused as she stroked Ren's chest, absent. "Something about wanting to see how I look in it pregnant." In stark contrast to her quiet intimacy, her euphoric moans rang in his ears. "Is that okay with you, honey?"

Ren nodded without hesitation. He, too, wanted to see her wear it again. Pain bloomed in his crotch. "Of course."

The video played for a long moment before Martha spoke again: "Even if he does not want to record it and keep me all to himself?"

"I," Ren bit back his instinct to say no and swallowed his misgivings. "Yes." How could he say no to Martha?

Wrapping her arms around Ren, Martha hugged him tight. "You are the best, honey." She planted an exaggerated, big, wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek. "I love you."

Ren opened his mouth to say it back, but the video made a static noise. The screen went black. Martha, in the throes of ecstasy, vanished, replaced with a reflection of his wide-eyed, pitiful stare. He tried to look away, but she prevented him from moving much. A groan rumbled out of him. He wanted, needed to see her climax and where Bruce came.

"Ah, it seems you made it," Martha said, untangling herself from Ren and scooting backward. Cool air rushed in to replace her delightful warmth, sending a shiver down his spine. Emptiness blossomed. "I suppose I can unlock your cage and let your little guy out." He forgot all about that, wrapped up in their conversation and his longing to see the video's ending.

"Remember, you only have thirty seconds before I lock you back up." Bedsprings popped as Martha slipped off the side of the bed to her knees. She stared up at Ren, expectant.

Ren, groaning and trembling, shifted to follow Martha's lead. He sat up, and his head swam. After all the teasing, all his blood had rushed south. That made even basic things like moving around difficult, and he wavered as he moved toward her. She smiled, drawing the necklace that held the key to his cage from beneath her clothing.

A faux frown slid onto Martha's face as she lifted her hands to Ren's little, caged package. "It is all dirty, honey." Her nose wrinkled in disgust. "You really made a mess while I teased you. You like that, huh?"

Martha already knew the answer, yet she seemed keen to tease Ren all the same. He nodded, groaned as the metal rubbed against his swollen, stifled member. A chill swept in as she, smiling, removed the device from him, and he shuddered. His penis remained only semi-hard. After struggling during their secession, it didn't have the strength to go full mast.

"Does it feel good to be out of your cage again?" Martha asked, hovering close but refusing to touch Ren in any way.

"Yes. I…"

"Oh," Martha twisted to the side, slid open the drawer to their nightstand, and retrieved a small condom. "Don't forget this. We do not want you to make more of a mess, do we?"

Disappointment flooded Ren, yet he knew this would be the case. Every other time they had one of their little sessions it had. He took the rubber from Martha; she wouldn't put it on for him. Something about him not deserving her direct touch even to slip another layer between them. He didn't mind, but the sensation of the thin rubber encompassing his length almost set him off.

"Now that you are all set, honey. I will start counting down." A wicked smile curled Martha's lips. "Remember, no touching. Thirty."

Panic shot through Ren. While he had been pushed close to the edge, a mere thirty seconds to cum without touching himself terrified him. He tried to focus back on what the video contained, something fresh to fantasize about. Images of Martha and Bruce going at it flashed in his mind, but it wasn't enough.

Ren stared down at Martha. She knelt there, between his legs, holding his cage in her hands. His penis twitched, and he groaned. She beamed up at him, expectant. What he wouldn't do to have her mock him, say something derogatory toward him. That alone might make him blow and succeed in their weekly ritual.

"Come on, honey," Martha said, excited and eager. "Do it for me." Ren bucked at her again, but nothing happened. "If you don't cum, you will not get another chance until next week. Twenty."

Tearing his eyes off Martha, Ren focused on something else. Photos of their union, both of them, hung side by side on the far wall. The fact that they didn't differentiate between the two agonized yet thrilled him. He twitched, groaning, at the thought of her feeling the same way that he did about their wedding to being wed to another, better man.

A marriage registration stood in the center of the framed collage. Bruce and Martha filled out every single detail, but they never submitted it. Him stealing her away from him caused Ren to breathe in quick, shallow bursts. All they needed to do was hand that in, and Bruce would be her lawful, loving husband instead of him….

Ren let out a pathetic whimper, convulsing, and burst. Pulse after pulse attempted to fill even the tiny reservoir tip on his microscopic condom. However, his thin, watery load failed to do even that much. Still, he continued to hump the air and spurt as his balls contracted. Pleasure and a sense of relief washed over him, but shame soon followed.

Martha giggled, staring at the messy, loose contraceptive. "Good boy. I am so proud that you can cum without any direct stimulation." She stroked Ren's inner thigh with the back of her hand, causing him to moan. "You are such a twisted, little pervert, and you are so easy. I don't have to do anything at all."

Without hesitation, Ren nodded and reached down to his crotch. His hands bumped into Martha's, and she pulled hers back to let him work. As his penis softened, he peeled the condom off, careful not to spill any. His seed belonged in the trash, nowhere else. He huffed and shuddered, his heart aching. This was a cuck's true place.

"I cannot believe how far you have progressed, Ren," Martha said, absent, as she handed him a rag to clean up his little mess. "Remember when we started, and you tried to last as long as me?"

The corner of Ren's mouth quirked up. "I still wasn't very good at holding it." He wiped away his shameful display and tossed the cloth away.

Martha shook her head. "No, but now you have no chance." The moment Ren finished cleaning himself, Martha rushed in with the cage. "You do not even need to see me with Master or have me touch you or even touch yourself." Cool metal greeted his sensitive, tender member, and he jumped, shivering. "And you blow so quickly." She paid him no mind, setting the lock in place with a loud click. "Almost as if you think the faster you cum, the happier I am."

"Isn't that true?" Ren asked, his heart hammering in his chest.

"It is." With a patronizing pat, Martha eased back from Ren's crotch. "I love that you can spurt in under half a minute." Her smile broadened. "You must really want me to be happy."

"I do," Ren blurted out, lurching forward and taking Martha's hands in his.

"Well," to Ren's surprise, instead of pulling away, Martha squeezed, "you are succeeding." Standing, she loomed over him, yet she didn't break away. "I love you, my little quick-shot."

Ren's breath caught in his throat as he stared up at the woman of his dreams. "I love you, too, Martha."

"Have you tried that new place down the road from work yet?" Naomi asked as she set her drink back on the counter.

Martha shook her head, squeezing Ren's hand out in the open. "No. We were trying to find the time to check it out, though."

Ren and Martha sat with a few of her friends from the hospital—Naomi, Yana, and Mako—at a local bar. The trio of ladies were several drinks in at this point. Ren had one and Martha zero. She cradled her pregnant belly in her silky, low-cut black dress. Something Bruce picked out for her just for an occasion like this.

"If you don't mind just coming with me," Naomi gestured to their companions, "maybe some of the other girls, we could try it out for lunch later this week."

Turning her head, Martha locked eyes with Ren. "Honey, do you mind?"

A jolt shot through Ren, and blood rushed south. Martha had taken to calling him that even outside of the bedroom now. "No," he said, shaking his head and clearing his thoughts. "You can go with them if you want. Then, you can tell me how good it is."

"You have him trained well," Yana said with a playful smile.

Mako huffed, exasperated. "My boyfriend would never let me go by myself."

"If she wants to go, there's no reason I should stop her." Ren didn't know why he felt compelled to say that, but it was the truth. For all things.

"We always knew you were husband material, Ren." Mako flashed him an all-too-friendly smile. "We always asked Martha when she was going to marry you."

"Yeah, you treat her so well." Yana took another sip of her drink and slouched in her seat. "I wish I had someone like you that would give me whatever I wanted."

"You are embarrassing me," Martha said, gripping Ren's hand tighter while holding up the other in protest.

"Oh," Naomi broke the silence, "did you have that new link, Martha?"

Ren cocked his head to the side, confused. What link?

"Yes." Martha released Ren and pulled out her phone. "Here. Let me just…" She turned the screen away from his prying eyes and flashed him a pouty expression. "No peeking, honey."

"What is it?" Ren asked despite himself. Martha didn't keep secrets from him. No matter how bad.

Martha waved Ren away, and he eased back. "Just girl stuff. No need to worry." Even if she said that, he couldn't stop his stomach from churning, his heart from hammering in his chest.

Naomi's phone buzzed, and she glanced at it under the table. The corners of her mouth quirked up. "Oh, that's good. I'll have to check that out later."

Yana leaned toward Naomi, and the latter showed her the screen. Yana's eyes widened before returning to normal. "Can you send me that, too?"

"Of course."

Ren sat there in silence as the ladies messed with their phones. As much as he wanted to write it off as just what Martha said it was, he couldn't. Did she tell them about their…arrangement with Bruce? Did they know Ren couldn't pleasure Martha, so another man had to step in? Did she share a picture of Bruce…or even one of their videos?

Agony tightened Ren's chest. While lying and hiding things weren't something Martha enjoyed doing, she did find great delight in toying with him, making him squirm. However, the tiny, tiny cage attached to him prevented him from growing hard. He stifled a whine and shifted around in his seat, uncomfortable. If she noticed, she didn't care.

"Martha," Mako said, ripping Ren out of his brooding. "What were you doing at the mall the other day? I wanted to say hi, but I didn't want to interrupt."

"Oh, that." A hint of a smile came over Martha's face, and her eyes glanced at Ren. "I was just getting some new clothes to surprise my loving husband." She turned to him. "You are going to love it. I promise."

Naomi slipped her cell into her pocket and focused her attention on Ren. He wilted under her intent stare, and the mischievous glint in her eye. "So, Ren, how's work?"

"Pretty boring," Ren managed, playing off the sight as his mind toying with him. "But it's also been really taxing."

Martha snaked her arm around Ren and pulled him close. Her softness pressed against him, and her warmth seeped into him. "Poor Ren comes home, looking exhausted, and," she leaned toward her girlfriends, "he does not have time for me."

"Martha," Ren blurted out, his cheeks burning. How much was she going to tell them?

"I am just kidding, honey." Martha closed one eye and poked her tongue out at Ren.

"You two are adorable." Something played in Yana's eyes…but not the wholesome joy that should have matched her words.

Martha pulled Ren closer to alleviate his concerns, yet his heart still pounded away. His gaze drifted to her squished-together cleavage, and the large ruby necklace resting in it. "He is the best."

Naomi waved a dismissive hand. "Yeah, yeah. You're so lucky."

"He got you that necklace?" Mako asked, staring at the impressive ruby only Bruce could afford.

"Of course." Martha cocked her head to the side. "Who else would?"

Turning to Ren, Mako put on the softest expression possible. "No offense, Ren, but it doesn't seem like your style."

Did Mako know? "None taken. It's what she wanted, so I made it happen." If only the others knew just how true that statement was and the extent he would go.

"I wonder what else he's gotten her…" An impish grin spread across Yana's face, and she raised a curious eyebrow.

"Yana," Mako chided, smacking the other woman in the arm. "Sorry, you two, it looks like Yana's had one too many."

"It is all right." Martha waved away her concern. "He treats me well there, too."

Ren's penis twitched, and he lurched in his seat. It squeaked an inch forward on the floor. "M-Martha, this isn't the place."

"Oh, don't be so modest, honey," Martha said with a giggle. "I couldn't be happier." Of course she was; she had another, superior man to take care of her needs.

"You're lucky to have such a happy wife," Naomi's smirk deepened, "all to yourself, Ren."

If he didn't know any better, Ren would have taken such forwardness as proof that she knew the truth. "Y-yeah. Thank you."

Martha yawned, untangling herself from Ren. "Well, I think we should leave." She rested her hands on her swollen abdomen. "The baby is getting restless, and I am exhausted."

"Oh, can we feel your belly?" Mako asked, giddy.

Yana shot forward in her chair. "Yeah, can we?"

"Of course," Martha said as she stood, shaking her head with a big grin on her face.

Rising, Ren hovered beside Martha as her friends made their way over. They each placed a hand on her rounded stomach and waited with bated breath. She cast him a sidelong glance and shrugged. He didn't mind, yet the truth lingered in the back of his brain. They weren't feeling his child in there; he wasn't the reason she was pregnant. Not directly.

"Oh," Mako said, excited. "He's kicking so hard. His father must be real strong." She flashed Ren a playful smirk, but something in her eyes told him she was more than just teasing him. "I'm just kidding."

Naomi and Yana shared the same look, and Ren stiffened. He must be imagining things, thinking one thing meant another. After everything the women had said and done during this meet-up, he couldn't imagine they didn't know about his and Martha's hidden relationship. The idea of them all laughing at him behind his back caused blood to flow south.

"Have a good one," Martha said, waving at her friends. "See you."

The other ladies said their goodbyes, and Martha and Ren left. Other customers sitting at the tables they passed on their way out gave them curious, sidelong glances. While there was nothing to reveal anything about them, that didn't stop the onlookers from making up their own judgments about them. All the stares, the imagined thoughts, turned him on.

One thing played in Ren's mind as he and Martha strolled down the street, hand in hand, toward home: How much did her friends know?

Ren squeezed Martha's hand, drawing her attention. She cocked her head, concerned. "Did you tell them?"

The corner of Martha's mouth quirked up as a big, amused grin spread across her face. "Would you like it more if I did or didn't?" A whine eked out of Ren.

"I guess they're going to find out sooner or later." Nothing could be done about that now.

"No hiding this." Martha cradled her bulging belly with her free hand. She glanced over at Ren, her eyes sparkling. "Are you trying to get hard in your little cage, honey?"

Ren nodded, straining against his tight confinements. "Yes."

"You are hopeless." Martha leaned in and planted a tender peck on Ren's cheek. He held her hand tighter. He loved her so much.

Closing the door behind him, Ren let out a heavy sigh. His head spun, and he found it difficult to focus on anything. Work had drained him this past week. Too many things going on, too many people demanding things, and he had no way of venting. Nothing had been going his way. He was fried, body and mind.

Martha shifted on the couch and caught Ren's gaze. She frowned. "What's wrong, Ren?"

"I…" Ren shook his head, took off his shoes, and walked into the living room. "Work has just been stressful, and," he swallowed hard, "we haven't…"

"Oh, you are pent up?" Martha asked as she rose to greet Ren. His heart skipped a beat even though he had no reason to fear her reaction. "I understand." She closed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight. Her warmth seeped into him.

"Waiting for Master to come back from his business trip has been hard on me, too." Martha gave Ren another squeeze and eased back until they met eye-to-eye. She smiled. "What if I give you a little preview of tomorrow night?"

Ren nodded. "Yes, please." He didn't expect much, but anything was better than the purgatory he had been experiencing.

"Okay," Martha said, chipper, beaming at Ren. "Relax a bit and come see me in the bedroom when you are ready." Letting him go, she slipped away and headed into the other room, leaving him all alone.

Ren stood there, wooden, and tried to shake away the negativity built up within him. He should be happy to have a loving wife to come home to. But that was only part of what brought him happiness. The other half had been out of town. Even if she showed off whatever she had planned for Bruce tomorrow night, he didn't know if it would do anything for him now.

Taking a deep breath, Ren removed his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. He put his keys and wallet away and placed his work bag in the corner where it belonged. The bottle of water he left in the fridge this morning waited for him. After a couple sips, he drew himself up and followed Martha.

The door creaked open, and Ren headed inside. Martha caught his gaze, smiled, and posed for him with her hands on her hips. She wore matching white, lacy lingerie. The thin material covered up very little of her body aside from the several straps holding the piece together. Holes had been stitched into the bra to let her stiff, swollen nipples out while the tiny panties struggled to cover and contain her gorgeous womanhood.

"Do you like it?" Martha asked, spinning around. Almost her entire ass peeked out at Ren, jiggling as she moved.

Ren sucked in a sharp breath, and blood rushed south. "Yeah, it looks really good on you." He approached Martha, still taking in her unorthodox, sensual attire. "I love the holes for your nipples."

"Really?" Excitement played in Martha's voice, and she grinned. "I think Master will like it, too. It is a surprise for him."

"He'll love it," Ren said, groaning. What man wouldn't enjoy seeing her dressed like this?

"Awww, honey," Martha swept in close and placed a hand on Ren's clothed cage. He whimpered and rubbed against her touch. "Are you in pain from seeing my sexy body like this?" All he could do was nod. "Tell you what, I will unlock you, and you can try and put your tiny penis inside me."

Confusion flitted through Ren, but something else tugged at the back of his mind. "But…"

"Don't be silly; I am already pregnant, there's no harm." Martha drew the key up over her head, yanked his pants down, and unlocked Ren with practiced grace. He shivered as the heavy thing fell away from him, but his penis barely twitched.

With a smile, Martha discarded the device and sat back on the bed. It creaked and dimpled under her weight as she spread her legs. A hint of wetness stretched between her splayed folds. She gestured with her head for Ren to come closer. He did so, licking his lips. Nervousness bubbled up from deep within him; he wasn't supposed to do this anymore.

"Maybe I will feel something this time," Marth said as she held Ren's gaze and waited for him to put it in.

Anxiety overwhelmed Ren, and he stared down at his little thing. It remained soft and undisturbed, save for a few minor twitches. He should be hard as a rock, ready to go, at the opportunity to fuck Martha again. However, he stayed limp. Seeing her nakedness, having her offer herself to him, didn't do anything for him. He had embraced being a cuck through and through.

A frown slipped onto Martha's face, and she closed her legs and sat up. "What, do you not want to make love to me?" The hurt Ren expected to see didn't show. Instead, curiosity sparkled in her gorgeous eyes.

"I…" Ren swallowed, hard. "I haven't been able to get hard unless you're…cucking me."

A big, joyous grin spread across Martha's face, and her eyes lit up. "Oh, honey." She threw her arms around Ren and drew him close. He let out a surprised little noise, eyes widening. "That is the best thing I have heard since we confirmed I was pregnant with Master's child."

Happiness flooded Ren, and he hugged Martha back. "I'm glad you think so. This is…" he trailed off, unable to suppress the jitters flowing through him.

"Yes?"

"This is what I hoped for," Ren admitted, a heady sense of satisfaction and euphoria swelling within him.

Giggling bubbled up out of Martha, and she retreated from him before snatching up Ren's cage. Her hands swept up toward his crotch. He flinched as the metal locked back around his member. "Then I guess I should put this back on." The key turned, a familiar click sounding in his ear.

Martha sat back and eyed her handiwork. "I do love watching you writhe. You always look so pathetic." A smile curled her pretty lips. "I cannot wait until tomorrow."

"Me either." The excitement of what would happen the next day caused Ren to shudder, his heart to beat out of control.

Patting the mattress, Martha beamed up at Ren. "Since we are here, let's head to bed early." While it was far earlier than usual, he agreed. He plopped down beside her, and she squeezed his thigh, smiling. "I will keep this on to reward you for being such a good loyal cuck of a husband."

Ren's muscles ached, screaming at him, as he rocked with the force of Bruce's thrusts. Martha's joyous moans rang in his ears. She lay on his back, legs spread wide, taking Bruce over and over. The fact that Ren had been able to hold her up this long, let alone at all, thrilled and amused her and Bruce. It surprised Ren himself, but he longed to do anything and everything for her.

Juices from Martha's most recent orgasm dribbled down Ren's lower back and his cheeks. She shuddered as Bruce slammed into her, and more leaked from her happy pussy. When he came, his seed would do the same, but Ren didn't focus on that. Not that he ever had any issue with being dowsed in his superior's cum.

For his effort, Ren stained the carpet with countless shots of thin, watery spunk. His penis twitched and bounced each time his better reamed his wife. She had taken pity on him and allowed him to be out of his cage. Regardless, he would whimper and moan and writhe for her while she fucked Bruce.

Of course, they didn't allow Ren off the hook without some kind of substitution. They tied two giant, filled-to-bursting condoms to his pathetic dick. Weight tugged on his length whenever Bruce thrust into Martha. Pain radiated as his erection tried to hold them up. He never lifted one…let alone two. None of them expected him to either.

Several more rubbers were affixed to Ren's fingers. No matter how many times he experienced Bruce's virility, it still surprised and awed him. Even if Ren managed to cum more than this, he never would have filled even one of them. Shame seared him to his core but made his tiny excuse for a cock twitch. He couldn't hide his excitement.

Martha cried Bruce's name, trembling atop Ren and tearing him from his brooding. Squelches sounded from where she and her master joined. Force crashed into them both, and Ren rocked forward. The strength behind the thrust almost forced him to crumble, but he remained firm. If he didn't hold her up until Bruce came inside her, she wouldn't unlock him for a month.

"A-are you okay down there, honey?" Martha asked between her high-pitched moans and quivering mewling.

"Y-yes," Ren blurted out. It might have been a hasty defense, but he believed it. "Of course I am."

Giggling bubbled up, only to transform into a blissful squeal when Bruce crashed back into Martha. "I am so happy. You are," she sucked in a sharp breath, and Ren's heart leapt into his throat, "the best cuckold a woman could ask for." A clap rang out as she spanked his bare ass.

Warmth shot through Ren, and he bucked. His empty balls contracted and spurt after spurt of barely-there cum dribbled to the floor. Ecstasy engulfed him, and his head spun. Being everything Martha wanted him to be thrilled him to no end. Nothing brought him more joy. So pent up, this was all he desired.

Ren's limbs shook, his elbows and knees on the verge of folding while he whimpered and leaked. Euphoric noises seeped out of Martha. Each subsequent thrust caused her voice to rise higher and higher. He moaned with her, satisfied and complete. She made him the happiest man in the world, and he loved her for it. They found where they belonged—however strange—and they meant to share this bliss, together, for the rest of their lives.