The whole way home, Josh and Brian had been joking with each other about this “big surprise” they had waiting for me at home. But every time I begged to know what it was, or even for a clue, they were tight lipped. They’d just smirk at each other. The only thing I got out of them — repeatedly — was, “you’re going to love it”.

I drove, while Josh and Brian sat together in the back. Some of the time we all talked like friends, while some of the time the two of them would talk to each other in hushed, affectionate tones. Occasionally they made out for a little bit, but didn’t go any further than that. I guess they were probably exhausted from all the sex they’d had on our honeymoon. It was beautiful to see the two lovers like this. It made me feel a little wistful that this was the end of it. 

When we pulled up to the house, the two of them got out. “Bring in our bags,” Brian ordered. “We’ll be checking that your surprise is ready.”

The two of them walked up to the house as I struggled with the bags. I set the first lot down on the front doorstep, and went back for the second lot. After locking up the car I brought all the bags inside. I took ours into the bedroom, and left Brian’s in the living room by the door. The two of them were nowhere in sight, so I sat down on the sofa and waited.

A minute or so later the two of them came in from the back yard, both looking pleased. Brian looked at me, looked at his bags on the floor, and smirked that arrogant alpha smirk he always does. Like he knew something I didn’t. “Wedding present’s all ready for you,” he said. “Come on.”

I studied both their faces, but other than that arrogant smirk on Brian’s face there was nothing to give any indication of what was about to happen. If anything, Josh looked a little nervous. 

I followed them through the kitchen and out into the yard. The garden looked the same, and it took me a second to realise what the surprise was. But then I saw that the shed was newly painted, with a new door. 

“You got the shed renovated?”

Josh said nothing. “Look inside,” Brian said, gesturing.

I opened up the door and looked in. It had been completely remodelled. The walls painted a neutral tone, a new single bed, bedside table and writing desk. There were lights, carpet and curtains. It wasn’t exactly how I would have chosen to decorate — the choice of a single bed in a home office seemed especially odd — but it looked clean and inviting. I could see that the tiny bathroom had been remodelled too.

“This is great, you guys! I can’t believe you did this! How did you even afford it?”

“I used the money we’ve been saving for it,” Josh piped up.

Brian just smirked that smirk of his.

Then it hit me. The single bed. The fact that they used my money to do it. The way they kept on talking about it being a surprise especially for me. “Hang on. This is—”

Brian stopped me. “You’re gonna love it out here.”

My stomach dropped. I was stunned silent for a second. I looked at Josh; he looked so pleased with himself, like he honestly believed I was going to be happy about this surprise he’d just hit me with. For a few seconds I didn’t know what to say. Then finally I asked the obvious question. “How often?”

“That’s the other part of the surprise, baby,” Josh replied. “You know Brian’s promotion? Turns out they didn’t mind which branch he works from. So he’s transferred here. And the best part is that because the promotion means he doesn’t have to travel anymore, he’ll be here all the time.”

I felt shellshocked. “He’s moving in?”

The smile started to disappear from Josh’s face as it sunk in that I wasn’t as happy as he’d expected I would be. How could he have thought I’d be okay with this? 

“Into our bedroom, with you?”

Josh nodded. “I guess it’s a lot, It’s hot though, right? Cucked full time.”

A tear rolled down my cheek. “But we’re… we’re married.”

“Of course we are. You’re my husband, and I love you. I wanted to marry you and I want to be married to you.” Josh held me by the arms, and looked straight into my eyes. There was love in there, definitely. Pity too, though. “You’ll always be my husband. My cuckold husband. And he’s my bull. And now we’ll both have him around all the time.”

He knew exactly what to say. The moment he called me a cuckold my dick twitched and made my cage flail about. And it did it again when he said the word ‘bull’. And the thought of my bull moving in, claiming my bedroom permanently, was already making me start to fill out my cage. Even after everything though, all the humiliation I’d suffered the last few days, this seemed like it could be enough to break me.

“Simon,” Josh looked intently in my eyes. “We won’t do this if you don’t want to.”

“Are you serious?” I asked him. “Would you tell Brian to leave right now and never come back if I told you I wanted you back, all to myself?”

Josh looked scared. He was silent for a long time. He looked over at Brian, who, for at least once in his fucking life had lost the smirk. 

Josh looked back at me. “You don’t want that, do you baby? You love being a cuck.”

“That wasn’t the question. I asked you, would you be ok with him leaving, if it’s what I wanted?”

Josh looked distraught. He looked at Brian again. This time, the smirk came back.

“I don’t know what to say,” Josh said to me.

He didn’t have to say anything. That said it all.

“Josh, I want to talk to Brian alone.”

Josh looked at Brian for reassurance, and he nodded. Josh walked out of the guesthouse, and shut the door behind him.

Brian just stood there, arms folded.

“Why?” I asked. “Why let him marry me, if you wanted to replace me all along?”

Brian chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t worry cuck, I’m not replacing you. Like he said, you’ll still be his husband, and I’ll still be his bull. Just the same as always. Just the way you like it.”

Then he took a step closer, and leaned in, as though he was about to tell me a secret. “Honestly cuck, he would do anything for me. I reckon if I’d told him not to marry you, he wouldn’t have. But lucky for you, I find the idea of claiming a cuck’s husband infinitely hotter than claiming a cuck’s boyfriend.”

”You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah I know. The asshole that your husband can’t go without. So are you going to accept it? Or are you going to try put your foot down and deprive him of this?” With that he pulled out his girthy cock, and just let it hang there, the evidence of why I’d lost my husband to him.

I said nothing. I knew my mind was made up though, and so did he.

Brian pointed to the bedside table. “There’s another present in there for you,” he told me.

I went to the drawer and opened it. Inside, still boxed, was a baby monitor.

“Open it.” 

“Why?” I asked, sulkily.

“Because I’m gonna do something nice for you. I know it’s not ideal for you to be stuck out here, missing out on all the fun. So I’m gonna put that baby monitor in our bedroom, so you can still hear us fuck from out here.”

Our bedroom. Those words stung.

“Do you want me to or not?” Brian asked impatiently. “No skin off my nose if you decide you’d rather leave it in its box.”

I grabbed the box, tore it open, and fumbled the batteries into the baby monitor. Then I handed one of them to him, unable to look him in the eye.

“Are we good?” he asked.

“Yes,” I mumbled.

“Look at me, cuck,” he demanded. When I looked at his face, he was looking sternly into my eyes. “I’ll ask again. Are we good?”

I looked at him long and hard. The man who had stolen my husband because he was better than me in every way. “Yes. We’re good. I’m glad you’re here, and I’m glad Josh has you to fuck him. And I’m grateful to you for the baby monitor.”

Brian’s face relaxed into a reassuring smile. “Good. I’m glad we had this talk. Now why don’t you make yourself at home out here for a bit. I’ll leave your bags out in the hallway because I don’t want you disturbing us for a while. Later on I’ll let you come get the rest of your things.”

He walked out of the guesthouse, and shut the door behind him. Through the window I saw Josh go to him, nervously. I saw Brian talk to him, obviously telling him it had gone okay. Josh hugged him, then kissed him passionately. 

Josh looked over at me, and smiled. He mouthed the words, “thank you.” Followed by, “I love you.” Then he took Brian by the hand and led him into the house. As they did, Brian looked back at me and winked.

I turned on the baby monitor receiver. At first there was nothing. But after a few seconds I heard it turn on, and a thud as Brian must have put it down. I could hear them kissing on the other end.

“This is yours now,” I heard Josh say.

“It’s always been mine.” I heard the smack of skin on skin.

Josh laughed. “I mean the room. You ready to fuck me in your new bed?”

“So ready.”

“Fuck I’ve wanted this for so long.”

There were a few seconds of silence, and then a gasp. That familiar gasp as Josh’s ass accommodated Brian’s big cock. Then a whimper.

And then, “I love you, daddy.”

“Love you too, boy.”

My cock convulsed uncontrollably in its cage. I couldn’t help from letting out a sad, pathetic moan as I leaked my load in my pants at the sound of my husband telling another man that he loved him. Then I sat there, a wet patch forming where my cum started to soak through my pants, listening to the moans of my husband and his bull making love in their bed.