My Wife Gets Taken by the School's Bully/Jock in Front of Me!

[torontocuck]

My wife, Christina, had been at war with the senior jock at the school she worked at. His name was Zack, not his real name, but he looked like the actor Zachary Ty Bryan, circa the movie "The Rage: Carrie 2" (I've enclosed a picture for those who haven't seen the film). He had no trouble getting girls his own age...hell, I think half the school wanted him. Guys were forced to be his friend, because if you weren't, he sure as hell was your bully.



Christina was the law of the school board. He was pretty much the principal and the dean rolled into one. She'd been doing this position for the last year, an acting position with an amalgamated role, as her predecessor had left the job for greener pastures. Before that, Christina taught physical education and home economics. Her paths crossed with Zack's countless times, as she had reprimanded him for his behavior, his attitude, his bullying and even getting a blowjob from the head cheerleader under the bleachers of the football field.

My wife talked about her frustrations a lot. Sometimes she didn't even ask me how I was or how my day went - she just came home and talked about Zack, ad-nauseum. How she had her hands full with him, how she wanted him kicked out of the school, how she didn't know what to do with this kid. I told her she was being to hard on him, and to remember how she was when she was his age - Christina was only 5 years older than him, believe it or not!

I got a job at the school doing cleanup duty on the side, as my day job was not paying all the bills we needed, my wife set me up for the position. I got a first-hand experience of how the school was ruled by Zack when he gave me a swirly in the boy's locker room after practice. He told me all newbies, staff or otherwise, had to go through initiation, and squirmed in horror as the football team held my arms back while Zack pissed right on my face, laughing at my misfortune. He told me he knew I wouldn't say anything, as it would only suffer further humiliation.

Thing got worse as time went on, as Zack would dump garbage in front of me when I was sweeping, make me trip by sticking out his foot when I walked by him, or hock a loogie at me when he saw I was trying to avoid him. He really was a punk kid, but I couldn't fight him back without legal matters or my job on the line. So I told my wife everything, all the bullying her husband went through at the hands of the school jock. She was shocked at first, then told me how disappointed she was that the man she married was a complete wimp, a sissy, who couldn't stand up to a real man.

This hurt. A lot. But there was a lot of truth to it, so I decided to do something about this mess. Later that day when Zack tried to do anything, I'd fight back, stand my ground. Well, that didn't go so well, as Zack snuck up behind me while I mopped up the locker room and suffocated me with his jockstrap, and man did it smell bad. I pulled it off my mouth and nose after he shoved me against the lockers and saw it was unwashed in quite some time, with piss and cum stains lingering. I threw down the cup and charged at Zack, all his friends gathering around us. It was brutal: I didn't get in one shot, I just tried to block off shot after shot that Zack threw at my face as I fell on my back, him on top of me. I lay there, defeated, and was washed with a fresh dose of Zack's piss on my face as he whizzed on me while hi-fiving the boys.

Obviously this didn't go unnoticed. My wife was disappointed in me again and called in Zack to reprimand him. He came in with a cocky swagger and sat down right beside me, asking my wife why she was married to someone who smelled like piss. Christina tried to fight the smile on her face when he said that, telling him that Zack's 'people' told her he is untouchable in this situation: I started the fight, not Zack. No defense on my part, technically, I did start it.

My wife got up from behind her desk, walked around it and sat on top of it, her legs open, her skirt riding her smooth, silky thighs, her right leg running up and down Zack's calf. She crossed her arms and told Zack she's at her wits end with him - he was out of control. It was one thing that he bulled the entire student body, but now he was bullying her own husband, humiliating him in the process, and getting away with it. She didn't even look at me when she said that, I don't know if she realized she was belittling me in front of my new bully.

Zack told her he was in control, got up and took a step close to her, learing into to her, his thick lips a fraction away from her pouty lips, their eye contract impeccable. Zack took his fingers and caressed her cheek, leaned in and KISSED MY WIFE ON THE LIPS SLOWLY, pulled away and smiled at her. He then put his hand on her ribs and held her face with the other hand, this time opening his mouth and kissing her again. My wife moaned, her arms falling to her sides....then reaching up and wrapping her arms around him.

They kissed right in front of me. Passionately. Like I wasn't even the room.

Zack pushed off all the stationary off my wife's desk as he kissed my wife's earlobe, ripping off her blouse with his brute strength. His hand slid into Christina's skirt, her eyes closed and she moaned so sensually. He lay Christina on her back, ripped off her bra and tossed it at my face without looking at me, his mouth attacking her huge, soft and haven't-been-sucked-on-since-we-got-married-breasts. Her hands reached for his belt buckle, unfastening it and unzipping his meat. Zack wiggled out of his jeans, took his mouth of my wife's tit and looked over at me, then whispering something in Christina's ear. She giggled and Zack told me to get on my knees and pull his pants down. I hustled, which was hard because I was hard, and pulled them down to his ankles. Zack whipped his finger under my nose, which was moist with my wife's juices. He then slid himself into my wife, making her moan his name louder the further he went in. Zack then turned to me one last time and told me to get out. I tried to speak and he said one word: "now" with a dark tone before going back to work on my wife' bosom.

I walked backwards towards the door, watching my wife spread and submit herself to the school's bully and football superstar. I was speechless, fully aroused and humiliated all at once...cumming in my pants as I closed the door behind me.

[heremnpuppy]

Great start of what I'm hoping are a lot more stories.......

[Razor]

Awesome stuff, love the physical domination, most cuckold/dmoination stories don't feature that.

[hari2]

i enjoyed it ,thank you,hope to read more.