Rainbow Diapers

I've been diapered 24/7 since new years.  So yes, I wear to work.  I wear a onesie t-shirt and skirts to hide my diaper and keep it from crinkling.  On Friday's I wear a diaper cover, we wear jeans on Friday's.  

The sun beat down on the suburban sidewalk, reflecting off the polished chrome of the large, reinforced stroller. Inside, George—or rather, "Georgina"—sat rigidly, his face framed by a bonnet heavy with excessive eyelet lace. A pink satin dress billowed over his thick, crinkling nappy, the bulk of the plastic-lined diaper forcing his legs into a wide, infantile sprawl. The satin frilly knickers over the diaper rustled with every jolt of the pushchair. Sue Thomas maneuvered the stroller with an iron grip, while Terry, her lover, walked alongside with a predatory, relaxed gait. "Stop fidgeting, you're going to ruin the ruffles," Sue warned, tapping the handle of the stroller, her manicured nail clicking against the metal. Beside her, Terry let out a low, gravelly chuckle. He adjusted the collar of his shirt, his gaze drifting to the humiliated mound of pink fabric in the stroller. "He looks exactly like what he is, Sue. A pathetic little doll. Does he know how much he’s embarrassing himself?" "He knows," Sue replied, smirking. "Don't you, Georgina? *Hee-hee-hee*." They reached the host’s driveway, joining a sea of other wives pushing similarly encumbered husbands. The air filled with the rustle of nylon and the rhythmic *squeak-pop* of rubber pacifiers being sucked by grown men. The ladies, dressed in sharp, sophisticated outfits, stood in stark contrast to the "sissy babies" they had brought to the yard. Molly, a college-aged babysitter hired for the afternoon, stood with her friends, clipboards in hand. "Time for the inspection, mummies!" she announced, her voice dripping with mock-sweetness. "Let’s see whose baby is the best behaved." Sue hauled George out of the stroller. He stood on wobbling legs, the sheer weight of the plastic-lined frilly knickers and the sodden bulk of his nappy making him appear bottom-heavy and absurd. "Open up, George," Sue commanded, and with a practiced flick, she tore the tapes of his nappy. The diaper fell open, exposing George’s tiny, hairless penis. It was a pathetic nub, barely two inches of shriveled flesh that seemed to retreat further into his groin under the collective gaze of the women. "Oh my, Sue," one of Molly’s friends giggled, leaning in to point at the exposed, hairless skin. "It’s practically invisible. How do you even find it?" "I don't bother," Sue replied, leaning back against Terry’s broad chest, feeling the heat of him against her. Terry reached out, his hand wrapping around her waist, his thumbs pressing into her hips. "That’s what Terry is for. He’s got nearly eight inches of real man compared to that little micro-penis. He makes sure I’m well taken care of while George listens from his cot." George let out a muffled, high-pitched whimper behind his pacifier, his face turning a deep, bruised purple. *Mmm-phh-mmm!* he groaned, struggling to keep his legs together, but Sue slapped his thigh, forcing him to keep the area exposed. "Does he really watch?" a younger wife asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Every time," Sue said, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "We put him in his short, sheer nightie—the one with the matching pink lace—and stick him in the corner. He watches through the bars while we have our fun. It’s the best part of the routine. *Hahaha!*" The group erupted in laughter, the sound mingling with the soft, humiliating whimpers of the men they had broken. They began swapping stories of their nights, describing the squelching sounds of their nappies and the sight of their tiny, useless husbands twitching in the dark. George hung his head, the bonnet obscuring his shame, trapped in his frills as Terry leaned down to whisper a cruel, ribald promise into Sue’s ear.Ge Ge George's tiny, hairless cock twitched in his pants as his wife, **Lena**, sauntered into the room, her hips swaying with that effortless, teasing confidence she always carried. At 38, her body was still tight, her curves drawing eyes like a magnet—especially his. She smirked when she noticed his erection straining against his khakis, already pushing out to a measly 2.8 inches. "You're so easy, baby," she purred, running a manicured nail down his chest before giving his cockhead a quick pinch through the fabric. "Poor little thing. Still desperate for attention, aren’t you?" George whimpered, his face heating up. He *loved* when she talked to him like this—like the pathetic cuckold he was. His cock throbbed, aching to be touched, worshipped, degraded. But Lena had other plans today. She had something *bigger* to show him. "Sue’s coming over," she announced, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "She wanted me to tell you her new boyfriend’s *huge*." George’s breath hitched. Sue, their neighbor and Lena’s best friend, had always been kind to him—maybe too kind, considering how often she bragged about her lovers. But today? Today was different. Today, she was bringing her *boyfriend* over. The one with the monster cock. The one who gave *her* the kind of pleasure George could only dream of. "Eight inches, George," Lena whispered, her voice dripping with amusement as she watched his face crumple. "And I bet he uses every single inch of it." George’s hands trembled as he adjusted himself, his tiny dick barely peeking out of his waistband. He wanted to beg. To grovel. To be used. But he knew Lena would only laugh. The doorbell rang. Lena sauntered to the door, her tight sundress hugging her ass as she swayed. George followed like a whipped puppy, his cock now fully hard, desperate and needy. Sue stood there, grinning, her blonde hair tousled in that *just-fucked* way. Behind her loomed a giant of a man—broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a *cock* that looked like it belonged on a porn set. George’s stomach twisted. "Hey, George!" Sue chirped, stepping inside without an invitation. "This is Mark. Mark, this is George—my husband’s pathetic little cuckold." Mark’s gaze flicked down to George’s straining bulge, then back up with a smirk. "Damn. That’s… something." George whimpered, his face burning. He wanted to crawl. To worship at their feet. To prove himself useless in the most delicious way. Lena giggled, wrapping an arm around Sue’s waist. "Oh, he *loves* being humiliated. Don’t you, baby?" George nodded frantically, his cock leaking pre-cum. Sue turned to Mark, her fingers trailing down his chest. "So, do you wanna fuck me right here in front of him?" Mark’s grin was wicked. "Fuck yeah." George’s knees nearly buckled. Lena pushed him onto the couch, shoving him down until he was sprawled out, his tiny dick straining against his pants. "Watch, George," she ordered. "Watch how a *real* man fucks your wife." Sue dropped to her knees, already pulling Mark’s zipper down with greedy hands. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, *perfect*—and Sue wasted no time wrapping her lips around it, moaning as she took him deep. George’s breath hitched, his own cock aching in envy. He watched, transfixed, as Sue deep-throated Mark, her throat bulging around his girth, her fingers squeezing his balls. "Fuck, that’s hot," Lena murmured, rubbing her own pussy through her dress. "Don’t you think so, George?" He whimpered, nodding helplessly. Mark growled, pulling Sue off his cock with a wet *pop*. "On the couch. Now." Sue scrambled onto it, spreading her legs wide as Mark knelt between them. He didn’t waste time—he lined himself up and *plowed* into her with a single thrust, making her cry out. George’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants. He wanted to touch himself. To jerk off while watching. But Lena had other ideas. She straddled his lap, grinding her pussy against his trapped cock through their clothes. "You like this, don’t you?" she teased, rolling her hips. "You love being forced to watch while other men fuck me." George moaned, his hips jerking upward helplessly. Sue’s cries grew louder, her nails digging into Mark’s back as he pounded into her. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Right there!" Lena leaned in, her breath hot against George’s ear. "You’ll never please me like that, will you, baby?" "No," he choked out, his cock leaking. "Good. Because you’re *mine* to use." She ground harder against him, her pussy soaking through her panties and his pants. "And tonight? Tonight, I’m gonna let Mark fuck me *on top of you*. You’re gonna feel every thrust. Every inch of his cock rubbing against yours." George came with a broken cry, his cock pulsing uselessly against his pants as Lena’s words sent him over the edge. Lena smirked, licking her lips as she watched him fall apart beneath her. "Good boy," she cooed, patting his head before strutting over to where Sue and Mark were fucking like animals. George could only lie there, his tiny cock spent, his mind a haze of shame and pleasure. And as Mark’s cock *ripped* into Sue again, George knew—this was just the beginning. o George's tiny, hairless cock twitched in his pants as his wife, **Lena**, sauntered into the room, her hips swaying with that effortless, teasing confidence she always carried. At 38, her body was still tight, her curves drawing eyes like a magnet—especially his. She smirked when she noticed his erection straining against his khakis, already pushing out to a measly 2.8 inches. "You're so easy, baby," she purred, running a manicured nail down his chest before giving his cockhead a quick pinch through the fabric. "Poor little thing. Still desperate for attention, aren’t you?" George whimpered, his face heating up. He *loved* when she talked to him like this—like the pathetic cuckold he was. His cock throbbed, aching to be touched, worshipped, degraded. But Lena had other plans today. She had something *bigger* to show him. "Sue’s coming over," she announced, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "She wanted me to tell you her new boyfriend’s *huge*." George’s breath hitched. Sue, their neighbor and Lena’s best friend, had always been kind to him—maybe too kind, considering how often she bragged about her lovers. But today? Today was different. Today, she was bringing her *boyfriend* over. The one with the monster cock. The one who gave *her* the kind of pleasure George could only dream of. "Eight inches, George," Lena whispered, her voice dripping with amusement as she watched his face crumple. "And I bet he uses every single inch of it." George’s hands trembled as he adjusted himself, his tiny dick barely peeking out of his waistband. He wanted to beg. To grovel. To be used. But he knew Lena would only laugh. The doorbell rang. Lena sauntered to the door, her tight sundress hugging her ass as she swayed. George followed like a whipped puppy, his cock now fully hard, desperate and needy. Sue stood there, grinning, her blonde hair tousled in that *just-fucked* way. Behind her loomed a giant of a man—broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a *cock* that looked like it belonged on a porn set. George’s stomach twisted. "Hey, George!" Sue chirped, stepping inside without an invitation. "This is Mark. Mark, this is George—my husband’s pathetic little cuckold." Mark’s gaze flicked down to George’s straining bulge, then back up with a smirk. "Damn. That’s… something." George whimpered, his face burning. He wanted to crawl. To worship at their feet. To prove himself useless in the most delicious way. Lena giggled, wrapping an arm around Sue’s waist. "Oh, he *loves* being humiliated. Don’t you, baby?" George nodded frantically, his cock leaking pre-cum. Sue turned to Mark, her fingers trailing down his chest. "So, do you wanna fuck me right here in front of him?" Mark’s grin was wicked. "Fuck yeah." George’s knees nearly buckled. Lena pushed him onto the couch, shoving him down until he was sprawled out, his tiny dick straining against his pants. "Watch, George," she ordered. "Watch how a *real* man fucks your wife." Sue dropped to her knees, already pulling Mark’s zipper down with greedy hands. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, *perfect*—and Sue wasted no time wrapping her lips around it, moaning as she took him deep. George’s breath hitched, his own cock aching in envy. He watched, transfixed, as Sue deep-throated Mark, her throat bulging around his girth, her fingers squeezing his balls. "Fuck, that’s hot," Lena murmured, rubbing her own pussy through her dress. "Don’t you think so, George?" He whimpered, nodding helplessly. Mark growled, pulling Sue off his cock with a wet *pop*. "On the couch. Now." Sue scrambled onto it, spreading her legs wide as Mark knelt between them. He didn’t waste time—he lined himself up and *plowed* into her with a single thrust, making her cry out. George’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants. He wanted to touch himself. To jerk off while watching. But Lena had other ideas. She straddled his lap, grinding her pussy against his trapped cock through their clothes. "You like this, don’t you?" she teased, rolling her hips. "You love being forced to watch while other men fuck me." George moaned, his hips jerking upward helplessly. Sue’s cries grew louder, her nails digging into Mark’s back as he pounded into her. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Right there!" Lena leaned in, her breath hot against George’s ear. "You’ll never please me like that, will you, baby?" "No," he choked out, his cock leaking. "Good. Because you’re *mine* to use." She ground harder against him, her pussy soaking through her panties and his pants. "And tonight? Tonight, I’m gonna let Mark fuck me *on top of you*. You’re gonna feel every thrust. Every inch of his cock rubbing against yours." George came with a broken cry, his cock pulsing uselessly against his pants as Lena’s words sent him over the edge. Lena smirked, licking her lips as she watched him fall apart beneath her. "Good boy," she cooed, patting his head before strutting over to where Sue and Mark were fucking like animals. George could only lie there, his tiny cock spent, his mind a haze of shame and pleasure. And as Mark’s cock *ripped* into Sue again, George knew—this was just the beginning. rge's tiny, hairless cock twitched in his pants as his wife, **Lena**, sauntered into the room, her hips swaying with that effortless, teasing confidence she always carried. At 38, her body was still tight, her curves drawing eyes like a magnet—especially his. She smirked when she noticed his erection straining against his khakis, already pushing out to a measly 2.8 inches. "You're so easy, baby," she purred, running a manicured nail down his chest before giving his cockhead a quick pinch through the fabric. "Poor little thing. Still desperate for attention, aren’t you?" George whimpered, his face heating up. He *loved* when she talked to him like this—like the pathetic cuckold he was. His cock throbbed, aching to be touched, worshipped, degraded. But Lena had other plans today. She had something *bigger* to show him. "Sue’s coming over," she announced, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "She wanted me to tell you her new boyfriend’s *huge*." George’s breath hitched. Sue, their neighbor and Lena’s best friend, had always been kind to him—maybe too kind, considering how often she bragged about her lovers. But today? Today was different. Today, she was bringing her *boyfriend* over. The one with the monster cock. The one who gave *her* the kind of pleasure George could only dream of. "Eight inches, George," Lena whispered, her voice dripping with amusement as she watched his face crumple. "And I bet he uses every single inch of it." George’s hands trembled as he adjusted himself, his tiny dick barely peeking out of his waistband. He wanted to beg. To grovel. To be used. But he knew Lena would only laugh. The doorbell rang. Lena sauntered to the door, her tight sundress hugging her ass as she swayed. George followed like a whipped puppy, his cock now fully hard, desperate and needy. Sue stood there, grinning, her blonde hair tousled in that *just-fucked* way. Behind her loomed a giant of a man—broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a *cock* that looked like it belonged on a porn set. George’s stomach twisted. "Hey, George!" Sue chirped, stepping inside without an invitation. "This is Mark. Mark, this is George—my husband’s pathetic little cuckold." Mark’s gaze flicked down to George’s straining bulge, then back up with a smirk. "Damn. That’s… something." George whimpered, his face burning. He wanted to crawl. To worship at their feet. To prove himself useless in the most delicious way. Lena giggled, wrapping an arm around Sue’s waist. "Oh, he *loves* being humiliated. Don’t you, baby?" George nodded frantically, his cock leaking pre-cum. Sue turned to Mark, her fingers trailing down his chest. "So, do you wanna fuck me right here in front of him?" Mark’s grin was wicked. "Fuck yeah." George’s knees nearly buckled. Lena pushed him onto the couch, shoving him down until he was sprawled out, his tiny dick straining against his pants. "Watch, George," she ordered. "Watch how a *real* man fucks your wife." Sue dropped to her knees, already pulling Mark’s zipper down with greedy hands. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, *perfect*—and Sue wasted no time wrapping her lips around it, moaning as she took him deep. George’s breath hitched, his own cock aching in envy. He watched, transfixed, as Sue deep-throated Mark, her throat bulging around his girth, her fingers squeezing his balls. "Fuck, that’s hot," Lena murmured, rubbing her own pussy through her dress. "Don’t you think so, George?" He whimpered, nodding helplessly. Mark growled, pulling Sue off his cock with a wet *pop*. "On the couch. Now." Sue scrambled onto it, spreading her legs wide as Mark knelt between them. He didn’t waste time—he lined himself up and *plowed* into her with a single thrust, making her cry out. George’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants. He wanted to touch himself. To jerk off while watching. But Lena had other ideas. She straddled his lap, grinding her pussy against his trapped cock through their clothes. "You like this, don’t you?" she teased, rolling her hips. "You love being forced to watch while other men fuck me." George moaned, his hips jerking upward helplessly. Sue’s cries grew louder, her nails digging into Mark’s back as he pounded into her. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Right there!" Lena leaned in, her breath hot against George’s ear. "You’ll never please me like that, will you, baby?" "No," he choked out, his cock leaking. "Good. Because you’re *mine* to use." She ground harder against him, her pussy soaking through her panties and his pants. "And tonight? Tonight, I’m gonna let Mark fuck me *on top of you*. You’re gonna feel every thrust. Every inch of his cock rubbing against yours." George came with a broken cry, his cock pulsing uselessly against his pants as Lena’s words sent him over the edge. Lena smirked, licking her lips as she watched him fall apart beneath her. "Good boy," she cooed, patting his head before strutting over to where Sue and Mark were fucking like animals. George could only lie there, his tiny cock spent, his mind a haze of shame and pleasure. And as Mark’s cock *ripped* into Sue again, George knew—this was just the beginning. o rge's t  iny, hairless cock twitched in his pants as his wife, **Lena**, sauntered into the room, hGeorge's tiny, hairless cock twitched in his pants as his wife, **Lena**, sauntered into the room, her hips swaying with that effortless, teasing confidence she always carried. At 38, her body was still tight, her curves drawing eyes like a magnet—especially his. She smirked when she noticed his erection straining against his khakis, already pushing out to a measly 2.8 inches. "You're so easy, baby," she purred, running a manicured nail down his chest before giving his cockhead a quick pinch through the fabric. "Poor little thing. Still desperate for attention, aren’t you?" George whimpered, his face heating up. He *loved* when she talked to him like this—like the pathetic cuckold he was. His cock throbbed, aching to be touched, worshipped, degraded. But Lena had other plans today. She had something *bigger* to show him. "Sue’s coming over," she announced, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "She wanted me to tell you her new boyfriend’s *huge*." George’s breath hitched. Sue, their neighbor and Lena’s best friend, had always been kind to him—maybe too kind, considering how often she bragged about her lovers. But today? Today was different. Today, she was bringing her *boyfriend* over. The one with the monster cock. The one who gave *her* the kind of pleasure George could only dream of. "Eight inches, George," Lena whispered, her voice dripping with amusement as she watched his face crumple. "And I bet he uses every single inch of it." George’s hands trembled as he adjusted himself, his tiny dick barely peeking out of his waistband. He wanted to beg. To grovel. To be used. But he knew Lena would only laugh. The doorbell rang. Lena sauntered to the door, her tight sundress hugging her ass as she swayed. George followed like a whipped puppy, his cock now fully hard, desperate and needy. Sue stood there, grinning, her blonde hair tousled in that *just-fucked* way. Behind her loomed a giant of a man—broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a *cock* that looked like it belonged on a porn set. George’s stomach twisted. "Hey, George!" Sue chirped, stepping inside without an invitation. "This is Mark. Mark, this is George—my husband’s pathetic little cuckold." Mark’s gaze flicked down to George’s straining bulge, then back up with a smirk. "Damn. That’s… something." George whimpered, his face burning. He wanted to crawl. To worship at their feet. To prove himself useless in the most delicious way. Lena giggled, wrapping an arm around Sue’s waist. "Oh, he *loves* being humiliated. Don’t you, baby?" George nodded frantically, his cock leaking pre-cum. Sue turned to Mark, her fingers trailing down his chest. "So, do you wanna fuck me right here in front of him?" Mark’s grin was wicked. "Fuck yeah." George’s knees nearly buckled. Lena pushed him onto the couch, shoving him down until he was sprawled out, his tiny dick straining against his pants. "Watch, George," she ordered. "Watch how a *real* man fucks your wife." Sue dropped to her knees, already pulling Mark’s zipper down with greedy hands. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, *perfect*—and Sue wasted no time wrapping her lips around it, moaning as she took him deep. George’s breath hitched, his own cock aching in envy. He watched, transfixed, as Sue deep-throated Mark, her throat bulging around his girth, her fingers squeezing his balls. "Fuck, that’s hot," Lena murmured, rubbing her own pussy through her dress. "Don’t you think so, George?" He whimpered, nodding helplessly. Mark growled, pulling Sue off his cock with a wet *pop*. "On the couch. Now." Sue scrambled onto it, spreading her legs wide as Mark knelt between them. He didn’t waste time—he lined himself up and *plowed* into her with a single thrust, making her cry out. George’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants. He wanted to touch himself. To jerk off while watching. But Lena had other ideas. She straddled his lap, grinding her pussy against his trapped cock through their clothes. "You like this, don’t you?" she teased, rolling her hips. "You love being forced to watch while other men fuck me." George moaned, his hips jerking upward helplessly. Sue’s cries grew louder, her nails digging into Mark’s back as he pounded into her. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Right there!" Lena leaned in, her breath hot against George’s ear. "You’ll never please me like that, will you, baby?" "No," he choked out, his cock leaking. "Good. Because you’re *mine* to use." She ground harder against him, her pussy soaking through her panties and his pants. "And tonight? Tonight, I’m gonna let Mark fuck me *on top of you*. You’re gonna feel every thrust. Every inch of his cock rubbing against yours." George came with a broken cry, his cock pulsing uselessly against his pants as Lena’s words sent him over the edge. Lena smirked, licking her lips as she watched him fall apart beneath her. "Good boy," she cooed, patting his head before strutting over to where Sue and Mark were fucking like animals. George could only lie there, his tiny cock spent, his mind a haze of shame and pleasure. And as Mark’s cock *ripped* into Sue again, George knew—this was just the beginning.er hips swaying with that effortless, teasing confidence she always carried. At 38, her body was still tight, her curves drawing eyes like a magnet—especially his. She smirked when she noticed his erection straining against his khakis, already pushing out to a measly 2.8 inches. "You're so easy, baby," she purred, running a manicured nail down his chest before giving his cockhead a quick pinch through the fabric. "Poor little thing. Still desperate for attention, aren’t you?" George whimpered, his face heating up. He *loved* when she talked to him like this—like the pathetic cuckold he was. His cock throbbed, aching to be touched, worshipped, degraded. But Lena had other plans today. She had something *bigger* to show him. "Sue’s coming over," she announced, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "She wanted me to tell you her new boyfriend’s *huge*." George’s breath hitched. Sue, their neighbor and Lena’s best friend, had always been kind to him—maybe too kind, considering how often she bragged about her lovers. But today? Today was different. Today, she was bringing her *boyfriend* over. The one with the monster cock. The one who gave *her* the kind of pleasure George could only dream of. "Eight inches, George," Lena whispered, her voice dripping with amusement as she watched his face crumple. "And I bet he uses every single inch of it." George’s hands trembled as he adjusted himself, his tiny dick barely peeking out of his waistband. He wanted to beg. To grovel. To be used. But he knew Lena would only laugh. The doorbell rang. Lena sauntered to the door, her tight sundress hugging her ass as she swayed. George followed like a whipped puppy, his cock now fully hard, desperate and needy. Sue stood there, grinning, her blonde hair tousled in that *just-fucked* way. Behind her loomed a giant of a man—broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a *cock* that looked like it belonged on a porn set. George’s stomach twisted. "Hey, George!" Sue chirped, stepping inside without an invitation. "This is Mark. Mark, this is George—my husband’s pathetic little cuckold." Mark’s gaze flicked down to George’s straining bulge, then back up with a smirk. "Damn. That’s… something." George whimpered, his face burning. He wanted to crawl. To worship at their feet. To prove himself useless in the most delicious way. Lena giggled, wrapping an arm around Sue’s waist. "Oh, he *loves* being humiliated. Don’t you, baby?" George nodded frantically, his cock leaking pre-cum. Sue turned to Mark, her fingers trailing down his chest. "So, do you wanna fuck me right here in front of him?" Mark’s grin was wicked. "Fuck yeah." George’s knees nearly buckled. Lena pushed him onto the couch, shoving him down until he was sprawled out, his tiny dick straining against his pants. "Watch, George," she ordered. "Watch how a *real* man fucks your wife." Sue dropped to her knees, already pulling Mark’s zipper down with greedy hands. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, *perfect*—and Sue wasted no time wrapping her lips around it, moaning as she took him deep. George’s breath hitched, his own cock aching in envy. He watched, transfixed, as Sue deep-throated Mark, her throat bulging around his girth, her fingers squeezing his balls. "Fuck, that’s hot," Lena murmured, rubbing her own pussy through her dress. "Don’t you think so, George?" He whimpered, nodding helplessly. Mark growled, pulling Sue off his cock with a wet *pop*. "On the couch. Now." Sue scrambled onto it, spreading her legs wide as Mark knelt between them. He didn’t waste time—he lined himself up and *plowed* into her with a single thrust, making her cry out. George’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants. He wanted to touch himself. To jerk off while watching. But Lena had other ideas. She straddled his lap, grinding her pussy against his trapped cock through their clothes. "You like this, don’t you?" she teased, rolling her hips. "You love being forced to watch while other men fuck me." George moaned, his hips jerking upward helplessly. Sue’s cries grew louder, her nails digging into Mark’s back as he pounded into her. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Right there!" Lena leaned in, her breath hot against George’s ear. "You’ll never please me like that, will you, baby?" "No," he choked out, his cock leaking. "Good. Because you’re *mine* to use." She ground harder against him, her pussy soaking through her panties and his pants. "And tonight? Tonight, I’m gonna let Mark fuck me *on top of you*. You’re gonna feel every thrust. Every inch of his cock rubbing against yours." George came with a broken cry, his cock pulsing uselessly against his pants as Lena’s words sent him over the edge. Lena smirked, licking her lips as she watched him fall apart beneath her. "Good boy," she cooed, patting his head before strutting over to where Sue and Mark were fucking like animals. George could only lie there, his tiny cock spent, his mind a haze of shame and pleasure. And as Mark’s cock *ripped* into Sue again, George knew—this was just the beginning. George's tiny, hairless cock twitched in his pants as his wife, **Lena**, sauntered into the room, her hips swaying with that effortless, teasing confidence she always carried. At 38, her body was still tight, her curves drawing eyes like a magnet—especially his. She smirked when she noticed his erection straining against his khakis, already pushing out to a measly 2.8 inches. "You're so easy, baby," she purred, running a manicured nail down his chest before giving his cockhead a quick pinch through the fabric. "Poor little thing. Still desperate for attention, aren’t you?" George whimpered, his face heating up. He *loved* when she talked to him like this—like the pathetic cuckold he was. His cock throbbed, aching to be touched, worshipped, degraded. But Lena had other plans today. She had something *bigger* to show him. "Sue’s coming over," she announced, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "She wanted me to tell you her new boyfriend’s *huge*." George’s breath hitched. Sue, their neighbor and Lena’s best friend, had always been kind to him—maybe too kind, considering how often she bragged about her lovers. But today? Today was different. Today, she was bringing her *boyfriend* over. The one with the monster cock. The one who gave *her* the kind of pleasure George could only dream of. "Eight inches, George," Lena whispered, her voice dripping with amusement as she watched his face crumple. "And I bet he uses every single inch of it." George’s hands trembled as he adjusted himself, his tiny dick barely peeking out of his waistband. He wanted to beg. To grovel. To be used. But he knew Lena would only laugh. The doorbell rang. Lena sauntered to the door, her tight sundress hugging her ass as she swayed. George followed like a whipped puppy, his cock now fully hard, desperate and needy. Sue stood there, grinning, her blonde hair tousled in that *just-fucked* way. Behind her loomed a giant of a man—broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a *cock* that looked like it belonged on a porn set. George’s stomach twisted. "Hey, George!" Sue chirped, stepping inside without an invitation. "This is Mark. Mark, this is George—my husband’s pathetic little cuckold." Mark’s gaze flicked down to George’s straining bulge, then back up with a smirk. "Damn. That’s… something." George whimpered, his face burning. He wanted to crawl. To worship at their feet. To prove himself useless in the most delicious way. Lena giggled, wrapping an arm around Sue’s waist. "Oh, he *loves* being humiliated. Don’t you, baby?" George nodded frantically, his cock leaking pre-cum. Sue turned to Mark, her fingers trailing down his chest. "So, do you wanna fuck me right here in front of him?" Mark’s grin was wicked. "Fuck yeah." George’s knees nearly buckled. Lena pushed him onto the couch, shoving him down until he was sprawled out, his tiny dick straining against his pants. "Watch, George," she ordered. "Watch how a *real* man fucks your wife." Sue dropped to her knees, already pulling Mark’s zipper down with greedy hands. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, *perfect*—and Sue wasted no time wrapping her lips around it, moaning as she took him deep. George’s breath hitched, his own cock aching in envy. He watched, transfixed, as Sue deep-throated Mark, her throat bulging around his girth, her fingers squeezing his balls. "Fuck, that’s hot," Lena murmured, rubbing her own pussy through her dress. "Don’t you think so, George?" He whimpered, nodding helplessly. Mark growled, pulling Sue off his cock with a wet *pop*. "On the couch. Now." Sue scrambled onto it, spreading her legs wide as Mark knelt between them. He didn’t waste time—he lined himself up and *plowed* into her with a single thrust, making her cry out. George’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants. He wanted to touch himself. To jerk off while watching. But Lena had other ideas. She straddled his lap, grinding her pussy against his trapped cock through their clothes. "You like this, don’t you?" she teased, rolling her hips. "You love being forced to watch while other men fuck me." George moaned, his hips jerking upward helplessly. Sue’s cries grew louder, her nails digging into Mark’s back as he pounded into her. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Right there!" Lena leaned in, her breath hot against George’s ear. "You’ll never please me like that, will you, baby?" "No," he choked out, his cock leaking. "Good. Because you’re *mine* to use." She ground harder against him, her pussy soaking through her panties and his pants. "And tonight? Tonight, I’m gonna let Mark fuck me *on top of you*. You’re gonna feel every thrust. Every inch of his cock rubbing against yours." George came with a broken cry, his cock pulsing uselessly against his pants as Lena’s words sent him over the edge. Lena smirked, licking her lips as she watched him fall apart beneath her. "Good boy," she cooed, patting his head before strutting over to where Sue and Mark were fucking like animals. George could only lie there, his tiny cock spent, his mind a haze of shame and pleasure. And as Mark’s cock *ripped* into Sue again, George knew—this was just the beginning.      

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