Every second Friday night for the past year, I ventured into dimly lit bars with a mission that had come to define my existence. It wasn’t just about finding a man for Evelyn. It was about finding someone better—someone who could satisfy her in ways I never could. Evelyn didn’t just want variety; she demanded superiority. She was a size queen, and my role was clear: find men who could fulfill her insatiable desires.
I wasn’t her partner anymore. I wasn’t her lover. I wasn’t simply a cuckold in chastity. I was her recruiter.
The process was simple on the surface but torturous in its execution. I’d scout the room, looking for men who exuded the qualities Evelyn craved: confidence, physical dominance, and a presence that turned heads. But finding the right man was only the beginning.
Most men thought I was hitting on them when I approached. Their initial reactions ranged from amusement to discomfort, but I always steered the conversation toward my true purpose. That’s when I’d pull out my phone and show them the picture of Evelyn.
The picture was provocative—a full-length shot of her naked, reclining on our bed with her legs spread and an expression that dared the viewer to take her. It was more than just a photo; it was a test. The way a man reacted to it told me everything I needed to know.
If their interest was piqued, I’d move to the next phase: the pitch. Evelyn had standards, and I needed to ensure they could meet them. I’d probe subtly, gauging their confidence and physical endowments. If I was satisfied, I’d extend the invitation.
Isaac was the first man who truly embodied what Evelyn wanted, and the first man that I recruited to fuck my wife. I found him in a dive bar across town. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and oozed confidence. His laughter filled the room, his energy magnetic. When I approached him, he didn’t shy away.
“Mind if I buy you a drink?” I asked.
He smirked, leaning back. “Sure. What’s the occasion?”
“I’m looking for someone… specific,” I said, pulling up Evelyn’s picture. I handed him my phone, watching his reaction closely. His eyebrows shot up, and a slow grin spread across his face.
“Damn,” he said, handing the phone back. “That’s your wife? She’s fucking hot.”
“That’s her,” I replied. “She’s looking for someone who can give her what she needs.”
Isaac chuckled. “And you’re just… okay with this?”
“It’s what she wants,” I said, my voice steady. “And I think you might be exactly what she’s looking for. She has very specific needs. She’s a size queen, if you know what I mean.”
Isaac’s response was one of confidence: “I can give her all she can handle.”
An hour later, Isaac was in my living room, his towering frame making me feel smaller than ever. Evelyn greeted him with a predatory smile, her eyes raking over him. She barely acknowledged me.
“You’ve outdone yourself this time,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
Evelyn always insisted that I watch her bedroom activities, so I might witness the prowess of her lovers and be humiliated by my inadequacies. In the bedroom, Evelyn became commanding, confident, utterly in control. She undressed Isaac slowly, savoring every inch of his body as if I weren’t there.
But I was there, performing as I always did per Evelyn’s instructions. As she undressed her lover, I quietly undressed myself, readying myself for the embarrassing ritual of Evelyn comparing the physique of her lover to my pitiful caged manhood.
Pulling down his underpants, she took another jab at me. “Do you see this, darling?” she said, glancing over her shoulder at me. “This is what a real man looks like.”
I stood frozen in the corner as she pulled him into bed. Her moans filled the room, each one a dagger to my heart. At one point, she looked directly at me and whispered, “You could never make me feel like this.”
Isaac, noticing my discomfort, laughed softly. “You’re a lucky man,” he said mockingly. Noticing the chastity cage, he added, “You get to see what she really needs.”
Moments later Isaac’s cock was swelling in Evelyn’s mouth. Each time it slid into her mouth, it came out larger until Evelyn began to gag, it’s girth and length more than she could handle.
Leaning on the edge of the bed and spreading her legs, Evelyn invited Isaac to take her, and he was happy to accommodate her. Evelyn squealed was he packed his enormous cock into her cunt.
Isaac was working up a sweat pounding Evelyn’s pussy. While each thrust, the perspiration was flung from Isaac’s body.
After fucking Evelyn for a half hour, Isaac turned her around pushed her to the ground, and he finished himself off in his wife’s mouth. Evelyn swallowed the cum, licked his cock clean, licked her lips and with a smile thanked her lover for the great fuck.
Isaac slipped on his pants sans underwear and grabbed his shoes and shirt before heading for the front door. Just before leaving the room, he turned around to Evelyn “Anytime, sweetheart.” Glancing over to me, he smiled, winked, and left.
The following month I went looking in the black part of town. I felt uncomfortable, the only white man at the bar. Marcus brought a different energy. He was quiet, intense, with a brooding presence that made him impossible to ignore. I found him sitting alone with a whiskey in hand.
When I showed him Evelyn’s picture, his reaction was subtle—a flicker of interest in his dark eyes.
“She’s beautiful,” he said, his voice low. “And she’s okay with this arrangement?”
“She’s more than okay with it,” I replied. “But she has… high standards.”
Marcus smirked. “Has she ever had black cock?” I shook my head no. “She’ll never go back.”
Marcus and Evelyn didn’t even make it to the bedroom. They fucked in the living room. Marcus’s dominance was palpable. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t second-guess himself. Evelyn responded to him with an intensity I’d never seen before.
“Watch closely,” she said to me, her voice sharp. “This is how a man takes control.”
Marcus turned to me at one point, his expression unreadable. “You just stand there and let this happen?”
“I… I do what she wants,” I stammered.
He chuckled darkly, turning back to Evelyn. “Pathetic.”
At one point, as Evelyn moaned beneath him, Marcus glanced down at my chastity cage. “And what’s this?” he asked, his voice filled with disdain. “A symbol of your failure?”
Evelyn laughed breathlessly, running her fingers through Marcus’s hair. “It’s there to remind him of his place,” she said. “Nothing more.”
Marcus smirked, shaking his head. “I’ve seen everything now.”
Every movement Marcus made was calculated, his strength evident in the way he gripped her hips and pulled her closer. Evelyn’s cries grew louder, and her praise for him was almost worshipful. “Yes, Marcus,” she gasped. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
After fucking for the better part of a hour, Evelyn was clearly spent, her legs shaking. Marcus finished himself off with three deep thrusts, each accompanied by a loud grunt. When he pulled his cock out of Evelyn, semen spilled from her onto the floor.
Marcus sat down on the couch, his breathing steady as Evelyn joined him, collapsing on his sweaty chest. He tilted his head toward me, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “This is what real satisfaction looks like,” he said, his voice heavy with derision. “Take a good, long look.”
Evelyn’s gaze met mine, icy and unfeeling. “You’ll never understand how it feels,” she said. “Not in your lifetime.”
Marcus eventually rose, dressing methodically. He gave me one final, disdainful glance. “You’re not a man,” he said simply. “You’re her shadow. Nothing more.” And with that, he was gone, leaving an oppressive silence in his wake.
A few men later, I found Theo. Theo was the embodiment of arrogance. Loud, brash, and utterly unapologetic, he was the kind of man who thrived on taking what he wanted. Evelyn had told me she wanted someone who could make her forget I even existed, and Theo was perfect for the job.
When I showed him her picture, he whistled low. “Damn, man. She’s a knockout. And you’re just… giving her to me?”
“She wants someone who can handle her,” I said. “Think you’re up for it?”
Theo laughed. “I was born for this.”
Evelyn’s reaction to Theo was immediate and visceral. She practically melted into him, her hands exploring his body as if she couldn’t get enough.
“Look at him,” she said to me, her voice dripping with contempt. “He’s everything you’re not.”
Theo smirked, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “You’re a lucky guy,” he said sarcastically. “Not every man gets to watch his wife be with someone like me.”
In the bedroom, Evelyn’s humiliation of me reached its peak. She forced me to sit at the foot of the bed, close enough to see every detail but forbidden to touch.
“Do you see how he handles me?” she taunted. “This is what I deserve. Not your pathetic attempts.”
Theo played along, his arrogance only growing. At one point, he pointed to my chastity cage and burst out laughing. “What the hell is that?” he asked. “You’re really locked up while this is happening?”
Evelyn smirked, running her hand down Theo’s chest. “It’s his badge of shame,” she said. “A reminder that he could never compare to a man like you.”
Theo shook his head, grinning. “Man, you’re on a whole other level of pathetic.”
“You should thank me,” he added, his voice laced with mockery. “I’m doing what you never could.”
Theo was close to climax when Evelyn turned to him and said she wanted him to fuck her ass. Evelyn had never shown much interest in anal sex, so this caught me by surprise. It took several minutes for Theo to pack his cock in her tiny hole, and by that time he’s gotten a second wind.
He was not gentle as he buttfucked Evelyn. She squealed like a pig with each thrust, and he grunted like a wild boar before eventually dumping his load in my wife’s ass.
The musk of ass fucking filled the room as Theo wiped his cock off with the bedsheet before getting dressed and leaving. Evelyn was spent, seemingly passed out in bed, so there were no parting words, just a brief glance at me and a broad smile on Theo’s face to evidence his satisfaction at taking my wife in front of me.
As each week passed, I began to understand the true nature of my role in Evelyn’s life. I was no longer her partner. I wasn’t even her lover. I had become a tool—nothing more. She used me to satisfy her need for domination, her need to remind me of my inferiority. And I had no choice but to comply.
“You’ll never be good enough for me,” she said one night, her voice thick with satisfaction as she leaned against Theo. I had heard those words before, but they had never stung this much. I had failed. I had become nothing more than the man who found her lovers, nothing more than the one who handed her over to men like Isaac, Marcus, and Theo.
In that moment, I realized something even more painful: I didn’t want to fight back. I had become addicted to the humiliation. The role she had assigned me, the power she had over me, had become my identity. I was nothing without it.