I'll never forget the day I realized my biggest rival, Derek, had set his sights on my wife, Sarah. The bastard had a reputation for being ruthless in business, but I never thought he'd stoop so low as to fuck my wife just to get under my skin.
I was still reeling from the news when I saw Derek walking towards me, that arrogant smirk on his face a dead giveaway that he'd already succeeded in his mission. He was a sexy, muscular hunk, with a country charm that made him almost irresistible to women - and a 10-inch penis that I knew would make my own 4-inch dick look pathetic in comparison.
"Well, well, well, Caleb," Derek drawled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Looks like I finally found a way to one-up you, doesn't it?"
I tried to keep my cool, but my face was burning with rage and humiliation. "What are you talking about, Derek?" I gritted out, trying to sound nonchalant.
Derek chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Don't play dumb, Caleb. I know you know. Your wife came crawling to me, begging for a real man to show her what she'd been missing."
I felt my face heat up with shame as Derek's words cut deep. I knew I'd never been the most attentive or skilled lover, but I'd always thought Sarah was happy with our marriage.
"She's a beautiful woman, Caleb," Derek continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "She deserves so much better than a limp-dicked husband like you."
I felt my anger boil over, but before I could lash out, Derek grabbed my arm and pulled me into the nearby conference room. The door closed behind us, and I was faced with my worst nightmare.
Sarah was sitting on the conference table, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with Derek's cum. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the scene before me.
"Looks like your wife has finally found what she's been looking for, Caleb," Derek sneered, his hand possessively on Sarah's thigh. "And it's not you."
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. My humiliation was complete, and Derek was just getting started.
"Take off your clothes, Caleb," Derek commanded, his voice dripping with dominance. "I want to see that pathetic excuse for a dick you've got."
I hesitated for a moment, but Derek's glare told me I had no choice. I slowly stripped off my clothes, my face burning with shame as Derek and Sarah watched.
"Wow, Caleb," Derek jeered, his eyes fixed on my flaccid dick. "You really are a disappointment, aren't you?"
Sarah giggled, the sound like a knife to my heart. "You're not exactly the most impressive specimen, Caleb," she said, her voice dripping with disdain.
I felt like crawling under a rock and dying. But Derek was far from done.
"Bend over, Caleb," he ordered, his voice cold. "I want to show you what a real man looks like."
I hesitated, but Derek's grip on my arm was like a vice. I slowly bent over, my face burning with humiliation as Derek pulled out his massive cock.
"You see, Caleb," he drawled, "this is what a real man looks like. This is what your wife has been craving all along."
I felt like I was going to vomit as Derek began to stroke his massive cock, his eyes fixed on mine. I knew I was trapped, and there was no escape from this humiliation.
"You're just a cuck, Caleb," Derek sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "A pathetic, limp-dicked cuck who can't even satisfy his own wife."
I felt like I'd hit rock bottom, but Derek was far from done. He began to jerk off, his cum shooting all over my face as Sarah watched, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
As I stood there, covered in Derek's cum, I knew I'd never be the same again. I was a cuckold, a humiliation slave to my rival's every whim.
And as I looked up at Derek, I knew I'd never forget the day he took everything from me - my pride, my dignity, and my wife.