Submissive in my own home (Part 1 of 2)

You woke up after a night of almost no sleep. The uncomfortable sofa, the aching back, and above all, the echo of your wife's moans and the older man's sounds penetrating the walls. You barely managed to get any rest: each explosion of pleasure coming from the bedroom was a reminder, a direct stab of humiliation to your confined cock.

When silence finally arrived and your body surrendered to exhaustion, you felt a mix of anger, defeat, and dirty arousal. You woke up with your face stuck to the back of the sofa, the cage creaking every time you turned, the house smelling of other people's sex.

After a while, you hear noise: your wife gets up before you. You listen to the bathroom door opening; still half asleep, you decide you need to talk to her, clarify your place in all this. You walk in your underwear and see the light on.

The bathroom door is ajar. She, with her fishnet dress thrown on the floor, sits on the toilet, disheveled and half asleep, doesn't even bother to cover herself. When you approach, she looks at you with an expression between tired and satisfied, continues doing her business with total naturalness, leaning towards arousal.

"What a night, huh?" she murmurs, laughing quietly. "I hope you get used to the sound..."

Suddenly, before you can respond, he arrives. The older man, naked, cock hard as a stick, barely covering himself with a poorly closed bathrobe. He pushes you aside with a dry shove, without even looking at you.

"Move, cuckold. Men enter first here."

You have no choice but to step back while he stands in front of your wife, who remains on the toilet, looking at him with a mix of adoration and absolute surrender. She opens her mouth, and he, without mercy, shoves his cock inside. He starts fucking her mouth right there, forcefully, holding her head.

"Come on, swallow it all, like a good bathroom whore."

She can barely breathe, but she keeps up with his rhythm. The older man looks at you over his shoulder, with a disgustingly triumphant smile.

After a couple of minutes, he stops. She gasps, then he, without pulling out, starts pissing inside her mouth, holding her nape, making sure she swallows everything. She closes her eyes, receives it, doesn't flinch. When he finishes, he looks at her and pinches her cheek.

"That's it, pretty. That's how you start a day of real submission."

Then, without warning, he fucks her mouth hard again, until he comes in her throat, forcing her to swallow every last drop. She, still sitting on the toilet, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, enjoys the humiliation without disguising it, knowing you can't do anything.

When he finishes, he gets in the shower, still with his cock hanging, satisfied, and you're left in the hallway, looking at the ajar door, knowing your role is that of a witness, servant, and useless spectator.

He comes out of the bathroom with a towe...