Descent into Happy Depravity

Chapter 1

The 1st of July 2022, A big day, my big day, a day to remember and to cherish. A day I would marry my best friend, my life partner, my beautiful bride Emily. That was a year ago today.  

It’s been an extraordinary year, a year that has changed everything. I sit here now and realism its exactly a year, a year since I married my beautiful Emily.  A year ago, to the day that she walked down the aisle, to me and took my breath away. If you’d asked me then I’d have said I was just a normal guy and we were a normal couple. We were in love and had so many happy plans for the future. We were deeply in love. We did the normal things together.  What had happened in that year? What had brought me to this point. I shook my head. I still couldn’t quite believe what had happened. How we had descended together. Descended down to depravity but in doing so had grown closer, more connected and more in love than we had been a year ago on our wedding day.

So here I am, today is the 1st of July, our first anniversary, my first year with Emily. I’m kneeling down, on the floor at the foot of a large love seat in a lounge that isn’t ours in a house that we have not been to before.  My beautiful Emily is sprawled out on her back, naked, her legs splayed wide apart. Her pussy laid bare, red and raw, its gaping, its oozing spunk. The room smells pungent. The smell of sex, the smell of sweet, the windows are condensed over. All around me are eight men, sitting back on sofas and armchairs, not just any men, old men, wrinkled and gnawed men, they are all breathing heavily, all gasping and wheezing, all sweating and recovering. They are all watching me, staring, enthralled, as I kneel at Emily’s feet and lean forward, lean forward towards her open thighs, to wards her well fucked and used body.

The last hour I’ve been made to sit and watch, to enjoy Emily being fucked, being used, to watching her moan, and writhe in ecstasy as these eight men took her. Took her and used her, to watch as each one fucked her. Their aged bodies, pushing into her, pulling at her, penetrating her forcing her. And now, now it’s my turn. The last year has brought me to this, to want this, not to fight it any longer, not to be repulsed by it, I’ve learnt to understand what I am meant to be.  I’ve accepted every stage of our descent into depravity.

I can smell sex; I can smell spunk. The aroma fills my nostrils.  Some cum is dried onto her face, some is smeared over her thighs. She has some still in her mouth and in her hair. Her pussy is overflowing and oozing. I can see it, I watch is mesmerized, seeing it dribble out, thick and creamy. Her pussy is red, puffy and sore from the pounding she’s had over the last two hours. Emily is lost in a trance like post fucked state, eyes half closed, breathing deep and labored but I notice a deep satisfied smile.

Now it’s my turn, the room is quiet, each man is watching, each is old enough to be Emily’s grandfather, they are all spent. Bob, the group leader leans forward and tells me to go ahead. I take a deep breath and then I lean down and take my first lick, my first taste of my beautiful wife’s cream pie. In one year, I’ve gone from a normal, usual guy, to this.  A cuck husband that is owned by Bob and his crew of old perverts.

In the following story chapters I will endeavor to explain how this year unfolded and talk you through the stages in Emily and my descent into depravity.