Frank Spencer bumbled into the kitchen in his beret and long overcoat to hear voices coming from upstairs. He paused for a moment, his heart racing, knowing all too well what those sounds meant. He took a deep breath and began to tiptoe up the stairs, his mind racing with thoughts of what he was about to witness.
As he reached the bedroom door, he heard Betty's muffled moans and the deep, rhythmic grunts of a man. His eyes grew wide with excitement as he recognized the unmistakable sounds of passionate lovemaking. He leaned closer, his heart thumping in his chest. The door was slightly ajar, allowing him to peek inside.
The sight that greeted him was nothing short of pornographic. Betty, his sweet, busty, blonde wife, lay sprawled out on the bed, her clothes discarded around her. Her voluptuous curves bounced and jiggled with each thrust of the man on top of her.
That man was Leroy, the Trinidadian with the body of a dusky god and a cock that was, quite frankly, intimidating to Frank. Leroy's muscular arms and back rippled with every movement, his dark skin gleaming with sweat. He looked like a panther claiming his prey, utterly in control and utterly confident.
Frank felt his knees wobble as he took in the scene. Leroy's long, thick member was buried deep inside Betty, who was writhing in ecstasy beneath him. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream. It was clear she was being satisfied in a way Frank had never been able to manage.
Leroy looked up, his dark eyes locking onto Frank's. He smirked, not missing a beat in his rhythm, his powerful hips continuing to piston into Betty. Frank's face turned a deep shade of crimson as Leroy winked at him before leaning down to whisper something in Betty's ear. She giggled, her eyes flying open, and she looked over at Frank with a mischievous glint.
"You can come in, Frank," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Don't be shy."
Frank's legs felt like jelly as he shuffled into the room. He knew this was what she wanted, what she needed. He was a cuckold, and this was his role. To watch, to be humiliated, and to accept it all with a stiff upper lip.
"Look at how much of a man he is, Frank," Betty taunted, "Look at how much he stretches me."
Leroy looked down at Frank with a knowing smirk, as he increased his pace. Betty's breasts bounced and jiggled with every thrust, her nipples hard and erect. Frank couldn't help but feel inadequate in comparison. He was a mere shadow of Leroy.
"Oh, Leroy," Betty gasped, her hands clutching the bedsheets. "You're so powerful... so strong..."
Leroy grinned, his teeth gleaming in the soft light of the bedroom. He reached down and grabbed one of Betty's ample breasts, squeezing it as he continued to pound into her. Betty arched her back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she urged him deeper.
"Look, Frank," she panted. "Look at how much he fills me up. You could never do this."
Frank swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the scene. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, his body betraying his humiliation. He had always known he was lacking, but seeing it laid bare before him was almost too much to handle.
"Do you want to watch me cum?" Betty asked, her voice a mix of pleasure and cruelty.
Frank nodded, his mouth dry. Leroy's strokes grew faster, more erratic. Betty's moans grew louder, filling the room. Frank felt like an intruder, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.
With a roar, Leroy pulled out and shot his load over Betty's stomach and tits. Betty screamed in pleasure as she watched his semen spurt and land on her skin. Frank's cock grew harder, straining against his trousers. He had never seen so much cum in his life.
"Would you like to clean me up, dear?" Betty asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
Frank nodded again, unable to find his voice. He shuffled over to the bed, his eyes never leaving Leroy's smug face. He dropped to his knees and began to lick Betty's stomach clean, his tongue tracing the path of Leroy's seed.
"Mmm," she murmured, stroking his hair. "Good boy."
Leroy climbed off the bed, his cock still semi-erect. He strutted over to Frank and slapped him on the back.
"You're a good cuck," he said, his Caribbean accent thick. "You know your place."
Frank felt the sting of the slap, but he didn't move. He just continued to lick, his tongue moving up to Betty's breasts to catch any remaining droplets.
"Now, let me have a look at what you've got," Leroy said, grabbing Frank's chin and forcing him to look up.
With trembling hands, Frank unzipped his pants, revealing his tiny, shrivelled member. Leroy roared with laughter, holding his hand up to compare.
"Look at this, Betty," Leroy said, his voice filled with amusement. "This is what you married?"
Betty giggled, her hand absentmindedly stroking Leroy's still-hard cock. "It's cute," she said, her eyes gleaming. "But it's no match for what I need."
Leroy chuckled, slapping Frank's cheek with his dick. "You want to see what a real man is like?"
With a cruel smile, Leroy began to stroke himself in front of Frank. His cock grew before their very eyes, reaching an impossible length and thickness. Frank felt his own cock shrink even further in response.
"You can't handle this, can you?" Leroy taunted, his hand moving faster. "You can't even get it up to watch me fuck your wife."
Betty's eyes were glued to Leroy's cock, her mouth open in a silent "O" of admiration. Frank felt his own cock throb in response, despite his embarrassment.
"Please," he whimpered. "Let me... let me cum."
Betty looked at him with a mix of pity and amusement. "You want to cum, baby?" she cooed. "You can cum on my feet."
With trembling hands, Frank pulled out his tiny cock and began to jerk off, his eyes never leaving Leroy's massive member. He felt pathetic, but he couldn't help it. The sight of Leroy's cock and Betty's pleasure was too much to resist.
"Faster," Leroy said, his hand moving in time with Frank's. "Show us what you've got."
Frank's strokes grew more frantic, his breathing ragged. He was close, so close, but it was never enough.
"I'm going to cum," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Do it," Betty urged, her eyes gleaming.
With a pathetic whine, Frank came, his seed spurting out in a sad little arc that barely reached Betty's toes. She giggled again, looking down at the sad little pool of cum.
"Is that all you've got?" she asked, her voice full of mock surprise.
Frank nodded, his face red with embarrassment. Leroy just chuckled, shaking his head.
"It's okay," Betty said, patting his head. "You did good."
Leroy leaned down and whispered something in Betty's ear, making her laugh even harder. Frank felt his humiliation grow, but he knew he had served his purpose.
"Will this be the last time you see Leroy?" Frank asked, his voice small.
Betty looked at him, her eyes cold. "I don't know, Frank," she said. "But by the look at the mess he left," she said, lifting a string of cum from between her pussy lips to show Frank, "compared to what you can give me, I'd say it's going to take a real man to fill me up like this again."
With a final sneer, Leroy zipped up his pants and sauntered out of the room, leaving Frank kneeling at Betty's feet, his cock still out and his heart racing.
"I'll clean up," he murmured, reaching for a tissue.
"Don't bother with the tissue, Frank." Betty said, waving a dismissive hand. "You can lick it out of me. It's the least you can do, seeing as I have had to ask our new neighbour to do your job. Clean his cum out of your wife's pussy with your tongue and I don't want to see a single drop wasted, do you hear?"
Frank's eyes filled with excitement. He was nothing more than a pathetic little man, cuckolded by his own wife and her lover. But as he looked at the mess between her thighs and the satisfied smile on Betty's face, he dropped to his knees and took every last drop he could lick out of his wife's pussy.
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