I’m here again, naked, watching Beth getting fucked, I’m tied up so I can’t move, I can’t jack off, and I can’t stop it. Beth’s face is contorted, she’s spasming, screaming with her climax. She’s in ecstasy as Mike continues to fuck her harder and harder until I see him grimace and he pushes his cock in her as hard as he can as he comes in her.

I can feel my cock start to spasm and I come too.

This is the fifth time it’s happened. 

When I proposed, she’d told me she was going to cuckold me on our wedding night and every anniversary. One night a year she’d cuckold me. Otherwise, she explained she wouldn’t be able to be faithful. If I gave her this one night every year, she would be. 

Why I agreed, I have no idea, well I have an idea. It was the only way I get her to say yes. I knew she wanted other men to fuck and I resisted. She offered this as a compromise, strange I know. I could tell I was going to be cuckolded, one way or another. I hadn’t forgotten but refused to think about it during the wedding. 

On our wedding night, Beth and I stayed in a hotel, but Beth had made arrangements that her ex-boyfriend, Mike would be the first man to fuck her married pussy.

When we opened the door, Mike was waiting and Beth explained how it was going to happen, today and on every anniversary. She and her lover would tie me to a chair naked and they would fuck, all night, until midnight, as many times as they could. There wouldn’t be any birth control used. The rest of the year, she would be mine only.

Beth undressed me and tied me to the chair in the room. She was in her wedding dress, my beautiful innocent looking bride.

She looked at me and kissed me saying, “I love you, Chase. Remember it’s only one night a year.” She looked at Mike and told him, “This time just take my panties off and fuck me in my dress. Every time I look at my wedding pictures I want to remember this fuck.” She smiled at him and continued, “Later tonight, you’ll be able to fuck me while we’re both naked.”

She lay down on the edge of the bed and pulled her lacy panties off spread her legs and waited for him. He got undressed and walked to her with his erection bobbing in front of him. He kneeled over her and started eating her pussy, his hands pulled the top of her dress down, so he could caress her breasts. He continued until she came and I saw her pussy leaking on her dress 

I was in agony watching them. I knew this was going to continue until midnight when our wedding night was over. It was so erotic and so humiliating watching her come.

When Beth started to come down, Mike grinned at me as he moved up and I saw his cock slipping inside her. His cock was sliding in and out and her juices were coating it. I was hypnotized watching it happen. 

I could hear them talking to each other about how good it felt. Beth was telling him, “God Mike, you’re fucking me on my wedding night, your cock is the first cock to take my married pussy. Your cock is … perfect, perfect.”

While she was saying that, Mike was saying, “I can’t believe he’s letting me fuck you, I’m taking his place, fucking you. Tonight of all nights. You told me it was going to happen this way, but I didn’t think you could do it. It’s fucking awesome, just like you said it would be.”

When he finally came in her, his cum leaked out all over the skirt of her wedding dress. 

They lay there recovering for a few minutes when he helped Beth to her feet so she could take her dress off. Mike used the dress to clean up Beth and then his cock. 

That was the worst night of my life, watching them fuck. Hearing them talk to each other. About how wonderful it was, cucking me on our wedding night.

When it was finally over, Beth acted like it had been no big deal. I couldn’t touch her for over a week. All I could tell her was, I don’t want to. It was a couple of weeks after our wedding trip before Beth and I had sex. And it took a month before I could enjoy it. 

As we approached our first anniversary, I could see Beth get into a happier mood. That’s what made me realize for sure that she was intending to continue our agreement. Beth made the reservations at the same hotel and the same rooms we’d had on our wedding night.

When Beth and I got to the hotel room, Mike wasn’t there yet, so Beth stripped me and tied me up again. When he knocked and Beth let him in he was grinning. Beth greeted him with a big kiss that he extended for a couple of minutes. 

Beth looked at me tied to the chair, naked, smiled, and then said to Mike, “Chase is ready. Mike, get me ready. I want to feel you. It’s been a long time since you’ve fucked me. I can’t wait.”

I watched as they undressed each other, kissing, caressing, and sucking When they finally got to it I couldn’t watch but then again I couldn’t not watch. Beth climaxed twice under him, his cock moving in and out with the juices leaking from her pussy. This lasted until Mike tensed, grunted, and pushed in hard and then pulled mostly out, so his cum could leak from Beth's pussy, her cunt. 

The worst part was hearing them talk. Their endearments, Beth telling Mike how much she loved his cock, Beth said at the end, “Mike feeling your cock take me like you do, in front of Chase like you do. I have to submit. I’ll be counting the days until I feel it again.” She was trying to talk softly to Mike and I don’t think she knew I heard her.

Each year it got worse, Mike was more aggressive and Beth more submissive to him. 

On our fifth anniversary, Mike was waiting in the room and he undressed me, laughing while he did it. He tied me up, harder than Beth did while telling us what he was going to do to Beth tonight. 

They were in bed fucking, having a fine time there was a loud knocking at the door. This was repeated a couple of times until Mike tossed something on and answered the door.

Two men in suits stepped in and one said, “Is Beth Goodwin here?” They looked at Beth, still naked in bed,  and asked again, “Are you, Beth Goodwin?”They were ignoring me. Beth hesitantly said, “I’m Beth Goodwin, why.”

The first man stepped forward and said 

“Happy Valentine’s Day Beth. You are served.” And handed her some papers.

The second guy had a knife and cut me loose and helped me dress.

I turned and told Beth, “Shit on my anniversary and shit on Valentine’s Day too.” And I left.