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Could You Handle a Night of Extreme Cuckolding?

I imagine that some of you – perhaps even the majority of you – masturbate to the idea of your cuckold fantasy being taken to extreme lengths. Permanent chastity. Overwhelming humiliation. Intense and uncomfortable bisexual use by her bull. Punishment spankings delivered by your wife and/or her bull. Tattoos. Piercings. Feminization.

Perhaps some of those ideas appeal to you. Perhaps your cock is tingling at the thought of being subjected to a night – or life – of extreme cuckolding. Could you really handle it, though, or is it something that’s best left to your fantasies?

I was thinking I’d explore the extreme end of cuckolding and walk you through what a night in that world might look like. There’s a chance I’ll simply lead you to a place of intense arousal. There’s a chance you’ll discover that you’re not meant for an extreme version of this lifestyle. Let’s find out.

Below is the first part of the story. You can read the second part on my Patreon page. I promise, if you enjoy the first half you’ll love the second half.

Preparation

The action begins long before your wife’s bull has arrived. There’s quite a lot of prep work to do, after all, and a good cuckold is responsible for almost all of it. Your wife shouldn’t have to lift a finger, not when she has a submissive little cuck around to meet as many of her needs as possible.

You’ll be responsible for cleaning the house and ensuring it looks good for her bull’s arrival, but your wife has certain rules about the cleaning. She insists that you do so while wearing your micro chastity device and your rather sizable butt plug, and of course you’ve thoroughly cleaned your ass before she puts in the plug. You wear a pair of delicate pink panties to go with your cock and ass jewelry so that it’s impossible to forget that you’re nothing more than a pathetic cuck, that you’re not even remotely a man.

If your wife finds that you talk too much while cleaning she might see fit to put you in a ball gag as well just so you know that it’s your place to shut your fucking mouth while you prepare the household for the arrival of the only real man in your marriage.

After cleaning the house you’ll be responsible for preparing your wife for the night’s pleasure. You’ll join her in the shower – while still plugged and chastised, of course – and wash her body. You’ll shave her, too, including crafting her pubic hair to look exactly as she and her bull desire. If you fail to do a good job you’ll receive a painful punishment spanking in the shower and she will not stop until your ass has been reddened and you’re trembling from the pain. Remember, in this version of your cuckold fantasy your wife has long since stopped caring about your pleasure. You’re just a cuck. You exist to serve her pleasure and nothing more.

You’ll dry your wife after the shower and lotion up her legs and any other part of her body she desires. As she does her hair and makeup – a cuck isn’t qualified to do those things – you’ll select her lingerie and outfit for the evening. If you do a poor job – say by prioritizing what you’d enjoy instead of what her bull enjoys – you’ll be spanked again and this time she might beat you hard enough to produce tears.

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Once you’ve selected her outfit your wife will call you back to the bathroom and order you to worship her asshole while she finishes her hair and makeup. She’ll expect that you do a good job, including pushing your tongue inside her to taste her. She’ll humiliate you while you do so and with good reason.

When she’s finished her hair and makeup your wife will announce that she needs to pee. She’ll spin around, grab a handful of your hair, and order you to open your mouth. You don’t want to drink her piss, but it doesn’t matter. You’re a fucking a cuck. An object to be used for the betterment of your wife’s life, and it’s easier for her to piss in your mouth than to use the toilet.

“Open up, cuck,” she demands. “Open up and get ready to drink my piss like a good little urinal.”

You open up and she pisses in your mouth and orders you to use your tongue to clean her pussy afterwards. Then, because it feels good, she rewards you by letting you lick her clit for a little. Just enough to get her excited for her bull.

After that, your wife orders you to dress her. While you do so, she humiliates you. She plays with your little locked cock. She plays with your plug. She tells you that she and her bull are going to use you tonight, that they’re going to make you suffer for their pleasure.

When you’ve finished dressing her, your wife gives you another spanking – this time just for fun – and then orders you to wait on your knees by the door until her bull arrives.

Her Bull’s Arrival

You wait on your knees by the door and you do so for a few hours. Your time isn’t valuable to your wife, though, and she likes the idea of you experiencing discomfort and boredom as you count down the minutes until his arrival.

Then, just before he’s due to arrive, your wife approaches the door and informs you of the rules of the house when her bull is there. You are to do as you’re told. You are not to defy him. You are beneath him, after all. You are not to defy your wife, either. You are an object. A toy. A fucking cuck. You exist for their pleasure in whatever form that takes.

You acknowledge the rules and a few minutes later her bull arrives. You’re dressed in your pretty pink panties and your cock is caged. Your ass is plugged. He’s dressed in slacks and a button up, He’s strong and tall and handsome. He’s a real man. You’re a fucking cuck. A chastised, pantied cuck.

Your wife greets him at the door. They share a deep kiss. You watch her body melt into his. You watch their tongues entwine. You hear her moan. You witness the genuine desire she feels for him.

She tells him how much she’s missed him. She tells him how much she craves him. He feels the same way.

Then he turns to you. He orders you to your fucking knees and admonishes you for thinking you could remain standing without his permission. He tells you to kiss his feet as a way of showing that you understand your place. You do so, pressing your lips against his shoes and kissing them over and over while your wife and her bull laugh at you for being a pathetic cuck.

Her bull notes how cute your ass looks in those panties. He mentions that a cuck that looks so good in panties should probably be fucked before the night is over. You feel a tremor of fear work its way through you. Your wife and her bull have both fucked you in the past, her with a strapon and him with his impressively long and thick cock. It’s always painful and humiliating, especially when she fucks you with the strapon while her bull fucks your mouth. You’d object, but you know it would fall on deaf ears. They don’t care. You’re just a fucking cuck, an object to be used.

Your wife and her bull make out while you’re kissing his shoes. His cock gets hard and when they’re done kissing he orders you to kiss his bulge through his pants.

You do as you’re told and they laugh at you. Your wife pulls your hair and shoves your head into her bull’s crotch. You kiss and mouth his cock through his pants. You feel pathetic because you are pathetic.

She orders you to go to the kitchen and make their drinks. You get to your feet and do as you’re told. You’re given a hard smack on your pantied ass as you walk away. It felt like his hand, but you know better than to look back and try and find out who delivered the blow.

Your ass stings as you walk into the kitchen. You retrieve a glass and fill it with ice to make his drink. You’ve done it dozens of times before and you’ve gotten quite good at it. You make your wife’s drink too and carry both glasses to the living room.

You find your wife and her bull indulging in a deep kiss on the couch. He has his hand in her dress and he’s quite clearly playing with her soft, perky, perfect breasts. She’s moaning into his mouth and stroking his dick through his pants. It’s a beautiful sight and you could stand there and watch all night as she indulges in her desire for the man that has cuckolded you for the past six months.

They look up and you hand them the drinks before falling to your knees. They both take a sip and you wait to see if they like the drinks. They both smile and you feel a sense of relief. Making a drink poorly always results in a particularly painful spanking and you’re glad to have avoided that fate.

Your wife instructs you to take her bull’s shoes and socks off. You do so and neatly set them aside. She then instructs you to give him a foot massage. As you do, they act like you’re not in the room while catching up on everything that’s happened since they last saw each other.

At some point her bull orders you to suck on his toes. You do so without hesitation, but it disgusts you. They’re sweaty and a little smelly and there’s something so difficult about having a man’s thick toe in your mouth. They laugh at you as you do it. They call you pathetic. They speculate that you’re such a fucking pathetic cuck that you’d do literally anything you were told.

Her bull announces that he has an idea. He pulls out his phone. He sends a few texts. Him and your wife exchange smiles and knowing glances but give you no clue as to what his idea was.

You spend the next half hour massaging both their feet and sucking toes. They talk, kiss, fondle, and generally take their time working their way into a frothy kind of arousal which will inevitably lead to a trip to the bedroom.

Then there’s a knock at the door. Your wife instructs you to answer it. You hesitate with her foot in your hand. You know that nothing good waits behind the door.

She slaps you across the face, stands, and points at the front door. She demands that you answer it and scolds you for thinking that you have any right to defy an order given by your wife or her bull. She glowers at you and you stand and rush to the door.

There’s a man standing on the other side. He looks at your pantied, caged cock and laughs before introducing himself and stepping inside. He heads to the living room and you follow.

Your wife’s bull instructs you to suck the cock of the man now standing in your living room. You look at him and see a smile on his face. You look at your wife and see that she’s now kissing her bull’s neck and stroking his dick through his pants. She tells him that this was a very good idea, that she can’t wait to see her pathetic cuck husband suck a stranger’s dick like the little bitch that he is.

You are a little bitch. A pathetic cuck. A fucking object. So you get on your knees and free the stranger’s cock. You take him in your mouth. You suck his dick like you’ve been trained by your wife and her bull. They use your mouth every time they’re together. Your wife uses your mouth with her fingers, toys, and strapon. They’ve made it perfectly clear that a cuckold has no choice when it comes to his sexuality being expanded, that you’re nothing more than a whore if they want to use you that way.

At some point during the blowjob the stranger takes your head in his hands and fucks your face. It’s a miserable experience. Your nose runs. Your eyes water. Your throat burns. You gag constantly. You take it, though. You take the face fucking like a good cuck and you do so while your wife watches and moans from the pleasure of seeing her husband used like a fuck toy.

The stranger dumps his load down your throat and then slaps your face with his slippery cock before tucking it back into his pants and leaving. You’re gasping for air. Your throat aches. Your face burns with humiliation.

You turn to your wife and she smiles and announces that it’s time for you to suck more cock. She unzips her bull’s pants. She calls you a cocksucking faggot and orders you to crawl closer and beg for the chance to fluff a superior man like a good little cucky.

You do as you’re told. You beg and he denies you. You beg more. You call yourself a pathetic cuck. You call yourself a faggot cocksucker. You call yourself inferior. You say whatever is necessary to convince him to let you fluff him. You do it because it turns you on. You do it because it turns your wife on.

Eventually he relents. He lets you suck his dick. You take him in your mouth and your wife moans and kisses him. They’re no longer paying attention to you. You’re just a mouth, a hole, an object being used to pleasure his cock while they concentrate on each other. You’re just a pathetic cuckold faggot, a cocksucker using his hole for the pleasure of a superior man.

As they kiss, your wife puts her hand on the back of your head and pushes down. She moans when you gag. She moans when you spit up. She moans when you refuse to fight against the pressure she puts on your head. She likes that you understand your place. You’re a pantied, chastised, plugged cuckold faggot cocksucker and you love it.

Once you’ve done your cocksucking duty, her bull orders you to eat your wife’s pussy. You do so like a good cuck. You revel in the pleasure of tasting her, of getting her even wetter so the superior man can fuck her. You revel in how good it feels to prepare her for the kind of sex she deserves to have, the kind her pantied cuck husband can’t provide.

Eventually, your wife and her bull finish their drinks, stand, and move to the bedroom with you crawling on your hands and knees behind them.

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The Thrill of Being a First Time Cuckold

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Now, on to the story of how your first cuckolding might go:

You’ve fantasized about this for years. Decades, even. You’ve had countless orgasms while picturing your beautiful wife cumming on another man’s cock (his much bigger cock, in all likelihood). Even a fleeting thought of being cuckolded is enough to excite you.

Now it’s about to happen. You’re on the verge of being cuckolded for the first time. Your wife’s already been on a few dates with the man who’s going to cuckold you. They’ve kissed. They’ve done a little heavy petting. She’s played with his cock a little, but only over the pants.

Tonight, though, they’re going all the way. Tonight, he’s going to fuck her. He’s going to fuck your wife and she’s absolutely going to have a world class orgasm with his big cock buried deep inside her wet, needy, married pussy.

Preparation for Her Date

The night begins before she leaves for her date. It begins in the shower. She’s kind enough to let you join her so you can wash her hair, soap up her beautiful body, and shave her pussy exactly as she wants it to be for him. In this case, that means getting on your knees in the shower and carefully removing all the hair with the exception of a delicate strip above her pussy.

After the shower, you carefully dry off your beautiful wife and apply lotion to her long, sexy, freshly-shaved legs, leaving her skin soft and shiny. She’s kind enough to allow you to worship her pussy for just a bit. As you do so from your knees, your wife reminds you that another man will be satisfying her pussy that night and that his cock is impressively large.

When you’re finished, she asks if you still want to be cuckolded, that you can still back out. You give the idea serious thought, for despite your excitement, you feel nervous. You’re not wrong to feel that. Welcoming another man into your marriage – and make no mistake, that’s what you’re doing, even if he only fucks your wife once – is a big deal.

You want it, though. You’ve craved it for years. You want to be cuckolded for the first time and you want it to happen many times after that.

She smiles, leans down to kiss you, and instructs you to pick out a matching bra and panty set for her. She wants to look good when her date takes off her dress. She wants to be so enticing that he can’t help but feel an overwhelming desire to fuck her. As you leave the bathroom, she instructs you to add stockings and a garter belt so she can be as sexy as possible.

While you pick out her lingerie, your wife does her hair and makeup. She takes her time – more time than when she does it for a date with you – and after you’ve selected her underwear for the evening she asks if you’ll tidy up the house since she wants it to look good when she and her date return.

You clean the house as instructed and the entire time your head is filled with imagery of your first cuckolding. You wonder if they’ll fool around on the couch before going to the bedroom. You wonder if your wife will let you watch or if you’ll be relegated to listening as your cuckolding unfolds. You wonder if she’ll give him a blowjob and if he’ll go down on her. You wonder if you’ll be allowed to participate in any way.

Your wife calls you back to the bedroom. She’s wearing the lingerie and a pair of heels. She turns and smiles at you. Her hair and makeup look perfect. Her lingerie looks perfect. Your cock stirs to life. You feel desire for her. You suddenly crave her. You feel jealous as you grapple with the notion that she’s put in a great deal of effort to look incredibly hot for another man.

You tell her she looks sexy, that she looks beautiful, that he’ll want her like no man has ever wanted a woman. She beckons you into the room and you share a tender kiss with just a hint of tongue. It’s enough to leave your cock stiff. She asks if you still want to be cuckolded. You tell her you do. You express that you’re nervous about it, but the excitement you feel overwhelms that nervousness.

She tells you her dress is hanging on the back door of the closet and asks if you’ll retrieve it for her. You rush to the closet and stop when you see that she’s picked out your favorite dress, only she plans on wearing it for another man. It’s a low cut red number that emphasizes her spectacular breasts, is tight at the waist, and has a flared, almost pleated bottom. It’s short, too, and when she’s in heels her legs look breathtakingly sexy in it. You’ve never seen her in the dress while in stockings and you’re certain it’s going to look stunning.

She asks if you’ll help her into it. You take it off the hanger. You unzip it. You hold it low so your wife can step into it. You pull it up her lithe, beautiful body and zip it up. You brush her hair aside and kiss the back of her neck. You look at her in the mirror and imagine her date standing behind her like you are. You imagine his lips on her neck. You imagine his hands on her waist. You imagine him unzipping her dress and revealing her body in the lingerie you picked out for her.

Your dick is hard as a rock and your heart is pounding as all of that drifts through your head. You feel jealousy and a bit of angst alongside your arousal. You’re fairly certain those feelings will stay with you for the rest of the night.

Her Date

It’s time for her to go. A car pulls into the driveway. Your wife asks once more if you still want to be cuckolded for the first time. She doesn’t say so, but it feels like your last chance to back out. You tell her you still want it. You tell her she looks beautiful. You tell her he’ll find her irresistible.

She gives you a soft kiss on the cheek and walks out the door. You watch as her date gets out of the car. Your wife steps into his arms and they share a kiss. Your cock stirs and your heart pounds as you witness what seems to be intense desire between them. It’s not just a quick peck on the lips. It’s a passionate kiss.

His hands move down her back and he gently grabs the top of her ass. She runs her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. You’re certain their mouths open and their tongues mingle. It’s not the first time they’ve kissed like that and it makes you feel as though you’re guaranteed to be cuckolded that night.

He takes her to the passenger side of the car, kisses her once more, and opens the door for her. Your wife gets in and soon enough he’s backing out of the driveway. Just like that, they’re gone. Your wife is on a date with another man. It’s not her first date with him, but it’s the first time that you’re certain it’s going to end with your cuckolding.

This is the hardest part. Without anything to focus on, your imagination runs wild. You have plenty of time to wonder if you’ve made a terrible mistake, if you should have taken the opportunity to back out when your wife gave it to you. You wonder if you’re going to lose her. After all, there’s a very good chance he’s going to fuck her better than you do, and if that happens, wouldn’t she at least consider leaving you to be with him?

You tell yourself that’s nonsense, that it’s just sex she’ll be having with him, that she loves you deeply, that she wouldn’t leave you. It’s all true, but you still worry. You still feel the angst. You can’t help it.

You tidy the house again. It doesn’t need it, but you need something to do. You make sure the bedroom looks perfect. You check to make sure that the condoms you bought for this occasion are still in the nightstand drawer where you left them.

Forty five minutes after they left, you receive a picture from your wife. She and her date are sitting side by side at a restaurant. He has his arm around her. They’re both smiling. They look joyful. They look like a couple and they definitely had someone else take the picture.

The picture turns you on, but it enflames your angst, too. Your wife looks like she’s out with her boyfriend, like she’s part of a couple with another man. Part of you wants to masturbate and part of you wants to run to the restaurant to tell her that you made a mistake, that you want your first time as a cuckold to end before it even begins. Those conflicting feelings will likely be your constant companion as a cuckold, for there’s an inherent risk in bringing another man into your marriage, a risk that even the most loving couples can’t entirely negate.

You receive a few more pictures over the course of the evening. One is a selfie of your wife and her date sharing a kiss. Another is of him feeding her a spoonful of a delicious-looking dessert. Another is of her offering a seductive-looking kiss against his neck while he smiles at the camera.

Each picture turns you on and leaves you filled with angst. You walk around the house looking for something to do but there’s nothing that will distract you from the increasing sense of nervousness that envelops you. Of course, you feel that telltale tingle of desire between your legs, too. You keep going back to the pictures. You keep looking at the one of her kissing his neck, at the obvious desire on her face as she does it. Your wife wants him, and that turns you on in a way you’ve never been turned on.

Her Return Home

Eventually, your wife texts to let you know she’s coming home. Immediately the arousal and angst increase. You rush to the bedroom to make sure it’s ready for their arrival. You tidy the house once more as you wonder if you’re about to experience the greatest thrill of your life or if you’re about to ruin your marriage.

A car pulls into the driveway. Your wife and her date get out. He takes her hand and they head to the front door. You’re not sure what to do, so you decide to open the door for them.

Your wife smiles and so does her date. They step inside and he shakes your hand as she introduces you. He’s a little taller than you, his shoulders are broader than yours, and he’s unquestionably good-looking. He’s well-dressed, too, as he made just as much effort as your wife to look good for their date.

Without thinking, you ask if you can get them both a drink. They accept and you head to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. You pour three glasses and return to the living room. Your wife and her date are sitting side by side. His hand is on her leg. His fingers are moving in slow circles over her thigh, just above her knee. She’s looking at him and you can see a sense of adoration in her eyes. She leans in and they kiss as you set their glasses on the coffee table.

For a few moments you stand there and watch as your wife kisses another man. You study her soft lips as they part. You see his tongue move into her mouth and you hear her moan. You see his fingers move up her leg just a little and watch as she rests her hand on his thigh, suggesting her desire to touch his cock and confirm his desire for her.

She looks at you and you realize how awkward it is to be standing in the middle of the living room with half an erection in your pants. You sit on the loveseat across from them. Your wife and her date pick up their wine glasses and share a quick toast.

A conversation unfolds. Her date asks how long you’ve been together and how you met. He asks about your interest in cuckolding. You ask if he’s ever been with a married woman before and he confirms that he has. He goes on to say that the best sex he’s ever had is with married women, that he finds it particularly appealing if the woman’s husband is watching as she cums with his cock inside her.

His desire to be the man that cuckolds you for the first time proves to be more thrilling than you imagined. It helps to calm your nerves, too, as it seems that he has no interest in taking your wife from you. In fact, at least some of his interest in her is precisely because she’s a married woman and that she’s cuckolding her husband.

Your wife asks if you want to watch another man fuck her. She follows it up by asking if you want to watch her cum with another man’s cock deep in her pussy. Excitement courses through you as she asks. You answer affirmatively. You want your first time to be as thrilling as possible, which means you want to witness your cuckolding.

The Foreplay Begins

The conversation continues until they’ve finished their wine. Then your wife sets their glasses on the coffee table and kisses him. She does so passionately. She sucks his tongue into her mouth. She moans and her hand moves between his legs. The foreplay has officially started. She strokes his cock through his slacks. You see the outline. He’s hard and he’s quite large. He’s larger than you, in fact. That excites you, though. You’ve always fantasized about your wife fucking a man with a much bigger cock than yours.

His hands roam as they fool around. He plays with her tits. He slips his fingers into the top of her dress and squeezes her soft flesh as she moans into his mouth. He runs his hands up her stocking-clad inner thighs and she spreads her legs, inviting him to press his fingers against her panties and rub her pussy, eliciting yet another moan.

You lean forward as she unzips his pants. You feel the buzz of the wine coursing through you. You watch your wife’s fingers slip into his fly. You hear him moan as she finds his cock. It takes a little doing – he’s quite large, after all – but eventually she frees him. Her fingers move up and down his shaft as you stare at it. You’re utterly mesmerized. It’s long and thick and, most importantly, it’s going to end up inside your wife before the night is over.

She moves to her knees on the couch and her head drops into his lap. She closes her eyes and takes his cock in her mouth. She moans and you do the same. Your wife is sucking another man’s cock in your living room and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Your cock is hard. Hard as a rock. Your first cuckolding has begun to unfold and judging by the eagerness of your wife’s blowjob, it’s going to be a spectacular night.

He groans, tells her how good her mouth feels, and runs his hand down her back. He pulls up the bottom of her dress, gives her ass a playful smack, and grabs a handful of it. He squeezes hard and she moans while taking half his length in her mouth. Her head bobs up and down in his lap. The sounds of the blowjob get louder as she coats his shaft with her saliva. She wraps her fingers around him and her hand moves in concert with her mouth.

You marvel at how eager your wife is to pleasure her date. You feel a touch of angst as you realize that she hasn’t given you a blowjob like that in a long, long time. You can’t help but assume that she feels greater desire for him than she’s felt for you in a long, long time. Your angst deepens, but so does your arousal. That’s the nature of being a cuckold, after all. It works best when your wife feels overpowering desire for another man.

She looks at him while stroking his cock. She tells him she wants him inside her. She tells him she needs him inside her.

Then she looks at you. She asks if you’re ready to be cuckolded for the first time. You nod and tell her you’re ready. You tell her you’re eager.

She gets up off the couch. She saunters towards you. You stand. She takes your hand and places it between her legs. She tells you to feel her cunt. You pull her panties aside and slip your fingers inside her. You’re engulfed in the heat and wetness of her utterly perfect pussy.

She tells you she wants him, that she’s desperate to feel his big cock in her pussy. She tells you she can’t remember the last time she was so turned on. She strokes your cock through your pants as she says it, engulfing you in arousal.

Then she asks if you’re absolutely certain you want to be a cuckold. It’s kind of her to give you another chance to back out, but you can’t. You’re far too turned on for that. You tell her that you want it. That you crave it. That you can’t remember the last time you were so turned on.

Your First Time as a Cuckold Truly Begins

She pulls your fingers from her pussy, removes her panties, and turns towards her date. He gets up off the couch and they walk hand-in-hand towards your bedroom. Your heart pounds harder than it ever has as you follow. You step into the bedroom and see him unzipping your wife’s dress. You watch it fall to the floor. You see him kiss her neck before she steps away, spins around, and lets him admire her body in the lingerie you picked out for her.

She approaches and they kiss as she undresses him. She kisses his muscular chest the moment it’s exposed and he takes his shirt off as she works his belt and unbuttons his pants. Soon enough another man is naked in your bedroom.

Your wife expresses her desire for him. She tells him she wants him, she needs him. She tells him that she wants him to fuck her. She tells him that she wants him to cuckold you.

Your wife asks where the condoms are. You tell her they’re in the nightstand. She smiles at you but does nothing. You take the hint and open the nightstand drawer. You pull out a condom and hand it to her. She thanks you, tears open the condom, and he steps closer to the bed so she can dress his cock. They kiss as she rolls the rubber down his thick shaft. She moans into his mouth as he fingers her and plays with her perky tits in the delicate bra you selected.

Your wife gets in the bed. Your marital bed. He gets in with her. He moves between her legs. He runs his fingers up her stockings and over her stomach and grasps one of her breasts. The head of his cock moves over her pussy lips. You’re moments away from being cuckolded. Your first time has exceeded your expectations so far and you’re certain it’s only going to get better.

They kiss as your wife reaches down and grasps his cock. She guides the head inside her. She moans as he slowly fills her pussy. Your cuckolding began the moment you stepped into the shower with her, but this feels like the moment of truth. This is when everything changes. A boundary has been crossed. Another man is inside your wife. He’s moving in and out of her pussy. She’s moaning as she runs her hands down his back and grabs his ass. Pleasure envelops both of them while you stand there and watch his cock move in and out of her.

Your wife tells him how good it feels to have his cock inside her. She tells him to fuck her harder. He picks up the pace. He delivers more strength with each thrust. You watch with a perfect view of his cock filling her. You see her hands grasping at his ass and moving up and down his muscular back. Your dick is hard as a rock.

It’s clear your wife is going to cum quickly. It’s clear she’s going to cum loudly, too, and that he’s going to make her cum harder than you do. You feel the angst. You feel the pleasure. Another man is fucking your wife better than you do. She’s overwhelmed with pleasurable sensations as his big cock reaches places in her pussy that you’ve never reached.

She announces she’s cumming. You haven’t moved from your spot. You haven’t pulled your gaze from the spectacle unfolding in front of you. Your wife cums on another man’s cock as you’re standing there with an erection in your pants. You see her pussy pulsing around his shaft. You see her thighs tremble. You hear her exultations of pleasure and you recognize that they’re different from the last time you fucked her to an orgasm.

She holds him close and they kiss in the aftermath of her orgasm. They kiss deeply, too. She tells him how hard he made her cum. She tells him his cock is so deep inside her. Then she tells him that he fucked her better than you do.

Your legs wobble a little. You’ve been cuckolded for the first time. You’re turned on. You’re filled with angst, too. Your cock is hard and your loins tingle a little. You’re a little lightheaded. You want to masturbate, but part of you wants to leave the room to take a deep breath.

He pulls out and rolls onto his back. Your wife straddles him and guides his cock into her pussy. She rests her hands on his chest and moves her hips back and forth, grinding on him and eliciting a moan of pleasure from the man who just cuckolded you for the first time.

Your Wife Makes Another Man Cum in Your Marital Bed

She asks if her married pussy feels good. He nods and affirms the pleasure she’s offering him.

Then your wife looks at you. She rides him as she meets your gaze. He reaches up to play with her tits in the bra you selected for her. She asks if you’re enjoying your first time as a cuckold. You nod. She asks if you enjoyed watching her cum on another man’s big cock. You nod. She asks if you want to watch your wife make another man cum while he’s buried in her pussy. You nod vigorously.

She turns her attention to her date. She tells him that she wants to make him cum. She wants to make him feel good. She wants to give him the same kind of pleasure he gave her. She tells him that she wants her tight little married cunt to make him feel good and that she wants to do it while her cuckold husband watches.

She’s into it now. She’s all the way into it. So are you. Somehow, it’s even hotter watching her on top. She’s working to make him feel good. She’s working him with the pussy that used to be yours. She’s playing to his desire to cuckold you and he’s clearly getting into it.

You watch your wife work his cock until they’re both in a frenzy of arousal. You rub yourself through your pants, getting closer to an orgasm of your own while their moans fill your marital bedroom.

They cum together. He grunts and groans in a deep, animalistic manner while cumming as he’s buried deep in her pussy. You watch your wife climax but your thoughts are focused on the beautiful pleasure of knowing that another man is cumming while inside her. You think of him doing so without protection. You think of him flooding her pussy with his seed and you very nearly cum in your pants at the notion.

She leans down and they share a deep kiss as his hands move up and down her back. She lifts her pussy from his cock and you see the load of cum at the tip. You stare at it. It’s proof that your wife made another man cum – that he came while inside her – and the sight of it is utterly intoxicating.

They share another beautiful kiss and he gets out of the bed and heads for the bathroom. He shuts the door and your wife tells you to undress and crawl into bed with her.

You do as you’re told and she presses her warm, lithe body against yours. She kisses your neck and takes your stiff cock in her hand. She asks if you enjoyed your first time as a cuckold.

You tell her it exceeded your expectations. She tells you it was the same for her. She asks if you want her to cuckold you again. You tell her you do. You tell her you can’t believe how thrilling it was to watch her cum with another man’s cock inside her and to watch her make another man cum.

She strokes you a little faster. She kisses your neck. She moans like she moaned for him. She tells you how good his cock felt in her pussy. She tells you how good he fucked her. She tells you how hard she came with his big dick buried so deep inside her tight little married cunt.

You cum. You cum all over your stomach. You feel the hot seed splash against your skin as a pleasure unlike any other courses through your body. It’s your first orgasm as a cuckold and in the moment it feels as though it’s far beyond any climax you’ve ever experienced.

You thank your wife for the orgasm and for cuckolding you for the first time. You tell her she’s amazing, that she’s so much more than you ever could have hoped for as a wife.

She asks if you want her to cuckold you again. The answer feels less clear in the aftermath of your orgasm – some of the angst has returned – but you tell her that you absolutely want to be cuckolded again. After all, you both had orgasms that exceeded the pleasure of anything you’ve experienced in recent years, and that’s the best reason to make cuckolding a part of your marriage.

Yes, there will be a great deal of angst in your future. That’s just how it goes for a cuckold. There’s even more pleasure to be had, though. So much more pleasure.

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Your First Time Cleaning Her Cum Filled Pussy

This tale comes from ‘Your Cuckolding‘, a 26 part, second person story that takes you through the entire long term journey of becoming a cuckold, dealing with the many pleasures and insecurities of doing so, and fully surrendering to the joys of your wife having a skilled, superior lover in your life as your marriage blossoms in unexpected ways.

You can read all 26 parts when you become a Patreon supporter, but why don’t you start with the naughty chapter below and see if it thrills you.

“Mmmm, baby,” your wife said as she reached down and ran her fingers through your hair. “That feels so good.”

You massaged her clit with your tongue and looked up. She arched her back and moaned loudly as she grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled just a little. Her pussy lips opened around your mouth and you felt her juices soak your skin.

“Fuck…worship my pussy,” she said. “Worship your wife’s pussy.”

Her words were a small gift for you. She knows you like the notion of worshiping her pussy and often she’s more than happy to instruct you to do so.

You slipped two fingers into her pussy and found her g-spot. You rubbed it gently and in time with your tongue, offering her stimulation on both ends. Your wife grasped one of her breasts and squeezed the flesh hard like she sometimes does when she’s particularly worked up.

“Oh…fuck…fuck,” she said between lusty gasps. She was close. She deepened the arch in her back and went silent for a few moments. You felt her legs begin to tremble. She grabbed your head in both hands and then a long, loud, low moan escaped her lips as she gently pushed you away so she could ride out her climax absent the excess stimulation that an eager tongue sometimes provides. After a rather long orgasm she looked up and offered a hazy smile. “Thank you,” she said. “That was wonderful.”

You returned her smile, got up on your knees, and crawled forward until you were lying next to your beautiful wife. She rolled onto her side and cuddled up with you. Her lips found your chest and she planted a series of soft kisses against your skin.

“Would you like a handjob?” your wife asked.

“I’d enjoy that, but what I’d really like is to have sex with my wife,” you said.

She looked up and smiled as her fingers inched their way down your stomach and slipped past the waistband of your underwear. “I’m sure you’d love that,” she replied. “But you know I’m saving myself for Alec this week.” She took your cock in her hand and stroked you slowly.

Alec was out of town on business for a week. He hadn’t requested that your wife refrain from fucking you. That had been her idea. She thought the sex when Alec came back would be hotter if she’d gone a week without being fucked. She’d been more than happy to have you between her legs, though, and you’d spent quite a bit of time worshiping her pussy over the course of the week.

“Do you miss him?” you asked. Five days had passed since she’d been with Alec and it seemed to you that your wife desperately missed the man that had, in many ways, taken your place in the bedroom.

“I do,” she answered. “It’s not like we fuck every day when he’s in town, but there’s something about knowing that I can’t have him that makes it so much harder. It’s gotten harder the past few days, too. He pops into my head all the time, and once he’s there, it’s hard for me to stop thinking about him.”

“Until your husband goes down on you,” you said.

“Or until I masturbate,” she added with a smile.

Your cock was hard as a rock by that point. Her desire for another man turned you on. It was what you’d always fantasized about. It was, in many ways, a cuckold’s dream come true.

“When will you see him again?” you asked.

“Sunday,” she answered. “He gets in so late on Saturday night that it didn’t make any sense to see him then, so he’s coming over Sunday afternoon. I was hoping you’d be willing to go lingerie shopping with me on Saturday. I want to buy something new to look good for Alec.”

“I’d love that,” you said as your cock throbbed in her hand.

She looked up at you, smiled, and said, “Yeah? You’d be willing to help me find something naughty for Alec?”

You nodded and she pushed down your underwear, freeing your cock and wrapping her fingers around it once more.

“You like that I want to look good for him, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes,” you answered as intense pleasure spread from between your legs.

“Are you looking forward to playing again? Are you going to prepare my pussy like a good cuckold when he comes over?” your wife asked.

“Yes,” you answered.

She kissed your neck and stroked you faster. “Are you going to suck his cock for me? Are you going to get him nice and hard with that talented mouth of yours?”

“Yes,” you said. “I’ll suck his cock for you.”

She smiled and kissed your neck again. Her tongue danced over your flesh and you moaned as your cock surged in her hand. “You’ll be a cocksucker for me?”

“Fuck…yes…Sarah, I’ll be a cocksucker for you,” you answered.

“There’s something else I want,” your wife said.

“Anything,” you replied.

“I want you to clean my pussy afterwards,” she said.

“After…after you have sex with him?” you asked.

Your wife nodded as her fingers danced over the head of your cock. Shocks of pleasure rushed through your body as she worked you with incredible skill. “I want you to clean Alec’s cum out of my pussy. He suggested it a few weeks ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I love the idea of seeing you between my legs after he’s been inside me. I love the idea of you pushing your tongue deep into my pussy and licking up his cum. I don’t really know why, but I love it.”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you came. Cum rocketed from the tip of your cock and splashed on your stomach.

“Mmmm,” your wife said before kissing your chest and neck. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The mere thought of cleaning Alec’s creampie out of your wife was enough to make you cum. Of course you were going to do it.

The beautiful red lace bra and panty set you’d picked out for your wife was on the bedroom floor. She was on her back in the bed wearing her red garter belt, stockings, and her strappy high heels. Alec was between her legs and they were indulging in a long, lusty kiss as he teased her pussy with the head of his cock.

You’d given a long blowjob as they’d fooled around on the couch and you could still taste him in your mouth. You’d even sucked his balls at your wife’s urging and she’d moaned like she was on the receiving end of a glorious fucking as you pleasured him.

“Please, Alec, stop teasing me,” she said. “Please, I need you inside me. I’ve waited more than a week for this. You can feel how wet I am.”

Alec smiled and slipped the head of his cock into her pussy as you watched from your knees by the side of the bed. She moaned, but he refused to sink the full length inside her. Instead, Alec turned to you and asked, “Do you want me to fuck your wife?”

“Yes, please,” you answered. “Please give her what she needs.”

“It’s not just about what she needs though, is it?” Alec said as he sank a little more of his cock inside her. “It’s about what you need too, isn’t it?”

You nodded. It hadn’t been explicitly mentioned, but you were certain Alec was talking about the creampie cleanup you were going to indulge in when they finished.

“I think you should say it,” Alec said. “I think you should give voice to your desires. I think you should embrace it and tell me what you truly want, cuckold.”

Your wife turned and looked at you. Alec was entirely inside her, but he held still, refusing to fuck her like she craved. “Tell him what you want,” she said.

“I want to clean your cum from my wife’s pussy,” you admitted. You’d spent the past three days fantasizing about it and your wife had refrained from making you cum, which meant you were quite desperate for pleasure.

Alec pulled out and filled your wife with a slow, deep thrust. “Is that what you want, Sarah?” he asked. “Do you want your husband to clean my cum from your pussy?”

“Yes,” your wife said. “I want it. I want to see him clean the mess you leave inside me.”

“Why is that?” Alec asked before pulling out and slamming his cock into her once more. “Why does it turn you on?”

“I like it when he shows how much he loves being a cuckold,” she said. “I like it when he shows me that he understands his place, too.” She turned and looked at you. “He fucks me better than you do. I cum harder when he’s inside me, so it makes perfect sense that you would clean his cum out of me.”

You wanted to masturbate and cum right there. Every word your wife uttered made your dick throb painfully. You weren’t sure you’d ever been so turned on. “Please, you said. Fuck my wife. Make her cum. Cum inside her. Let me clean up the mess like a good cuckold.”

Alec smiled and fucked your wife. She lost herself in the pleasure of it the moment he started thrusting. All her attention turned to him. They kissed. She ran her hands over his body. She wrapped her legs around him. It was the first time she’d been fucked in more than a week and she’d clearly missed his cock in a powerful way.

Your wife came in less than a minute. Alec didn’t stop, though. She didn’t want him to stop. She encouraged him to keep fucking her and soon enough she was moaning all over again. Her desire could not be snuffed out by an orgasm. It was too potent for that. A long, relentless fucking from the man she craved so desperately was the only thing that could come close to giving your wife what she needed.

The floor beneath your cock was coated in precum by the time Alec came inside her. A look of the most intense, beautiful pleasure crossed your wife’s face when Alec’s grunts and groans filled the bedroom. It seemed like she’d never been so happy to have a man cum inside her.

Alec pulled out and rolled onto his back next to your wife. They shared a quick kiss before she turned her attention to you. She reached out, caressed your face, and said, “Clean my pussy.”

You stood and crawled into the bed. You took your place between her legs. Her pussy lips were pink, puffy, and slippery. She gaped just a little and you could see a dollop of his cum waiting to be consumed.

You leaned forward and extended your tongue, but your wife stopped you. “Wait,” she said. “Thank him first. Thank Alec for fucking me. Thank him for making me cum. Thank him for cumming inside me.”

You looked up at Alec and saw a confident smile on his face. He reached out and played with your wife’s breasts as you said, “Thank you for fucking my wife. Thank you for making her cum harder than I do. Thank you for satisfying her like I can’t. Thank you for cumming inside her.”

Alec oozed confidence as he said, “You’re welcome.”

“Now clean up his mess,” your wife said.

You put your tongue inside her. You scooped up his cum. You held it in your mouth for a few moments and then swallowed.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” your wife said. “Clean me. Clean every drop, baby. Clean it all out of me.”

You pushed your tongue deep into her pussy. You bathed it in her juices and his cum. You enjoyed the salty taste. You moaned at the sense of kinky pleasure coursing through you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Alec said.

“It is,” your wife replied.

“He should do this every time,” Alec added. “He should clean up his own cum, too. It will help him stay in a cuckold state of mind. It will ensure that he always remembers to put your pleasure before his own, which is the key to a successful hotwife and cuckold relationship. Plus, you can see that he loves it. This is a treat for him. Having him clean my mess – or any other man’s mess – is a reward for being a good cuckold.”

Your tongue danced inside your wife’s pussy as you searched for more of Alec’s cum. Everything he said was true and you couldn’t help but hope that your wife would take his advice. You knew you’d always relish cleaning his cum from her pussy. It was, after all, a dream come true for you.

“Will you fuck me again?” your wife asked.

“Of course,” Alec replied.

“Once you’re finished cleaning my pussy, I want you to suck Alec’s cock again,” your wife said. “I want you to get him nice and hard for me. Then you can clean me again when we’re done.”

“Thank you,” you replied. It was the only response that made any sense. She was offering to extend an evening that had already proved intensely pleasurable. Your cuckold fantasy was going to stay reality for a little bit longer and you couldn’t get enough.

“Believe me, it’s my pleasure,” your wife said. “Now get back to work.”

You returned to her pussy. You drove two fingers inside her to scoop out more of his cum. You sucked it off your fingers. You pushed your tongue inside her. You cleaned her pussy and you thought of sucking Alec’s big cock again. Your night was just getting started and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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A Heavy Dose of Cuckold Degradation

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Are You Ready to be Degraded, Cuckold?

You know this is pathetic, right?

You know that getting on your knees and begging me to degrade you is pathetic, right?

Of course you know. You’re a cuckold. You crave degradation. You crave it every minute of every day. You crave it because it makes you feel an unimaginable kind of pleasure, because it fills your body with a kind of lust you just can’t replicate in any other way.

You wish it wasn’t true, don’t you? You wish you were normal. You wish you could watch a porn video with a beautiful girl getting fucked and think it was the hottest thing in the world. You can’t, though.

You can’t feel the pleasure you want unless the porn you’re watching features a beautiful girl getting fucked by a big cock while her pathetic cuckold watches from his knees. You want to be that cuckold. You want to watch another man’s cock – a better man’s cock – fill your beautiful wife’s tight, wet, needy little pussy.

You want to hear her scream in pleasure. You want her to tell you that he’s better than you, that you could never satisfy her the way he does, that his perfect cock reaches places your worthless little dick will never reach.

That’s what you want, isn’t it? You crave that beautiful sense of degradation, don’t you cuckold? You crave that feeling of worthlessness, of knowing that another man fucks your wife better than you ever have, that he’s so superior to you that she’ll never want you to fuck her again.

You’ve always known you’re not good enough, haven’t you? Even before you fucked a girl for the first time you knew you wouldn’t measure up. You knew you’d disappoint her. Even then you craved degradation. Even then you wanted her to laugh at you when you pulled your pants down and exposed your little dick. Even then you wanted a pretty girl to tell you that you weren’t good enough to fuck her.

Your need for cuckold degradation is like an addiction, isn’t it? You know it’s not good for you. You know you shouldn’t give in to your need, and yet you can’t help yourself. You want it. You’re hungry for it. You can feel that hunger growing inside you. The longer you go without it, the more desperately you need it.

Do you want me to degrade you, cuckold? Do you want me to give you a beautiful dose of degradation? Do you want me to satisfy your addiction?

I’ll give you what you want. I need something from you first, though. I need you to show me exactly how pathetic you are. I need you to get on your knees and beg for it. Beg for the cuckold degradation you crave. Do it. Right now.

Mmm, what a good boy. Did it feel good to beg, cuckold? Did it feel good to admit your craving for degradation?

You deserve a little treat, just like a good little doggy gets when he does as his owner commands. So let me give you a little treat, a little taste of what you crave. Let me degrade you.

You’re not worthy of my pussy. That pathetic little dick of yours isn’t worthy of any woman’s pussy. You couldn’t satisfy me if your life depended on it. I’d rather fuck my dildo than let your cock inside me, because at least my dildo won’t cum after a few pumps into my tight, wet, perfect pussy.

You know who’s worthy of my pussy? My bull. He’s a real man. He puts you to shame. He’s an alpha male. You’re a worthless little beta cuck. He fucks me like a man is supposed to fuck a woman. You fucked me – when I used to let you in my pussy – like a pathetic little beta bitch, spilling your rancid seed in my pussy long before I even approach an orgasm. He always makes sure that I cum before he unloads inside me.

You know what’s more pathetic than anything else, cuck? That you don’t even want to fuck me anymore. You’d rather watch someone else fuck me. You’d rather watch him satisfy me and cum inside me. You’d rather I invite you between my legs to clean his hot, thick, creamy cum out of my freshly-fucked cunt, wouldn’t you?

Of course that’s what you want. Look at how hard your little dick is. Your mouth is watering at the thought of licking a real man’s cum out of my pussy, isn’t it? You get off on the fucking degradation of it, don’t you? You get off on the idea of being a nasty cum slut for me.

Say it for me, cuckold. Degrade yourself. Tell me that you want to crawl between my legs and lick a real man’s cum out of my pussy.

Mmm, did that feel good, you worthless little bitch? Is that the kind of cuckold degradation you’re looking for? Does it turn you on to look into my eyes and admit to exactly what kind of man you are? Is that what makes your tiny little dick harder than anything else?

Do you crave more? Do you want me to take the degradation even further? Are you truly an addict? Is being a cum dumpster not enough for you? Is being a pussy free little bitch not enough for you? Do you want more, cuckold?

Of course you do. Look at you. You’re trembling with desire, just like the pathetic addict that you are. You want more cuckold degradation. You want me to go deeper. You want me to expose just how desperate you are.

I can do that. I can degrade you even more. I can do it for my pleasure, because make no mistake, I take pleasure in making you embrace the kind of man you really are.

That’s why you’re going to suck cock for me.

Don’t pretend that you don’t want it, cuckold. Don’t pretend that you didn’t just get a little bit excited at the idea of sucking a real man’s cock for me. Don’t bother. I see the real you. I see that you crave the degradation of being told to wrap your lips around the cock that’s going to fuck your wife, that’s going to satisfy her while you watch from your knees and pull on your utterly pathetic little dicklet.

Admit it. Tell me that you want to suck cock for me. Tell me that you want to degrade yourself by wrapping those pretty lips of yours around a real man’s dick. Tell me that you want to be a cocksucker for your wife.

Mmm, that’s music to my ears, cuckold. I can see how good it feels to degrade yourself by admitting that you want to be a cocksucking bitch for me.

Do you want a little more? Do you want an even heavier dose of cuckold degradation? Say it. Tell me that you want it. Tell me that you want me to destroy you, cuck, to ruin you.

What a good boy. I can ruin you. I will ruin you. I’ll degrade you so thoroughly you’ll never recover from it.

It’s simple, really. I’m going to turn you into a faggot. You’re already a cocksucker, so you don’t even have to go that much further to be a faggot for me.

Can you imagine anything more degrading than getting on your hands and knees so a real man can fuck you in the ass? My bull is more than happy to do it. A hole is a hole, after all, and I think we both know he’d enjoy ruining you with his big, beautiful cock.

I know some part of you wants to fight against the idea of being a faggot for me. I also know that part of you is going to lose. You can’t help it. You crave the degradation, cuckold. You want to feel the pain of his cock sliding into your asshole. You want to suffer for my pleasure. You want him to fuck away the last of your manhood, to completely ruin you, to bathe you in overwhelming degradation.

Now say it for me. Tell me that you want to be a good faggot for me.

Tell me that you want me to ruin you.

Tell me that you want me to degrade you so thoroughly that you’re no longer a man.

Good boy. You make your cuckoldress so happy.

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A Dutiful Cuckold

Victoria has decided she’s willing to cuckold her husband Matt, but he’s going to have to prove he really wants it. He’ll have to follow her rules to show that he can embrace a cuckold’s duties as she sees them. If he does, she’ll make his fantasy come true.

A Dutiful Cuckold is a 6-part, first person cuckold story available on my Patreon page. In it, Matt takes us through his journey to living out his fantasy. He dedicates himself to doing as his wife desires, starting with both giving up control of his orgasms and cumming far less often than he’s used to.

As Victoria executes her plan to make her husband a cuckold, she guides him deeper into submission. The more he’s willing to do, the more she’s willing to cuckold him.

Matt gets what he wants and along the way he sinks deeper into his kink than he ever imagined possible. The story includes sensual humiliation (including a touch of public humiliation), bisexual service, creampie cleanup, light domination, and much more.

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Part 1 – Victoria informs Matt that she’s considering making his cuckold fantasy a reality. There’s a catch, though. He’ll have to prove he’s willing to be a dutiful cuckold, starting with giving up control of his orgasms. Matt’s willing to do so, even if it means cumming far less than he’s used to.

Part 2 – The search for the perfect bull begins as Victoria lays out exactly what she’s looking for and sets Matt to work. Her requirements include that he meet the bull in person so that Matt can visually confirm that his wife’s potential lover has the cock size she requires. Things go a little differently than Matt expected when he meets Connor, that man that will eventually fuck his wife.

Part 3 – It’s date night and that means Matt must prepare his wife for her bull. She guides him through shaving her pussy as Connor wants to see it and dressing her in the outfit she’s selected for another man. When she’s ready, Matt acts as his wife’s chauffeur and drives to Connor’s to pick him up for the date.

Part 4 – The date begins with a bit of lusty play in the backseat as Victoria lets her desire overwhelm her. She can’t wait until after dinner. She needs Connor immediately, which means Matt must park the car so he can watch his wife and her new bull fuck. Victoria makes him continue his duties, including fluffing her bull and cleaning a creampie.

Part 5 – They arrive at the restaurant and Matt expects that he’ll wait in the car as his wife and her bull enjoy a meal. Instead, they’ve arranged for Matt to have his own table and they inform the hostess of his purpose there, leading to a bit of public humiliation for the cuckold. After dinner, Matt shows his devotion by worshiping his wife’s pussy in public.

Part 6 – Matt drives his wife and her new bull back home and spends the night servicing their needs. He fluffs Connor’s cock. He ensures his wife’s pussy is wet. He watches like a good cuckold should. He cleans up afterwards.

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A Dutiful Cuckold Excerpt

“You’re going to have to prove that you really want it.”

That’s how my cuckolding began. My wife walked into the living room, waited until I looked up at her, and uttered those words.

“What?” I asked.

There was no context to her declaration, so of course I was confused.

“If I’m going to cuckold you,” Victoria said, “you’re going to have to prove that you really want it.”

I sat up and smiled at her. “Are you considering cuckolding me?”

“Yes, Matt, I am,” she said with a serious look on her face. “I’ve been considering it for months, actually. I’ve been reading about it. I’ve been talking with other women online. I’ve read some true stories. I’ve even watched a few videos.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked.

“Because I know how you are. I know how relentless you can be when something turns you on. I know how crazy you can be about pursuing it and I wanted to make absolutely certain I was actually interested in cuckolding you before I mentioned it,” Victoria explained.

I’d introduced the idea of cuckolding six months ago and I figured it had come and gone since Victoria didn’t seem all that interested. I was delighted to discover that she’d been thinking about it.

“Does this mean you’re interested?” I asked as my heart pounded and my cock came to life.

“I am,” Victoria replied.

“How can I prove that I really want it?” I asked.

I should have known it wouldn’t be easy when I saw her smile. It was almost cartoonish, the kind of smile a villain unleashes in a movie when his dastardly plan seems like it’s coming together. She was clearly delighted with the plan she’d come up with. At the time I had no idea how dominant and devious my wife could be.

“I’ll let you know,” Victoria said before turning and walking away.

“Wait,” I called out. “Victoria, wait. What can I do?”

She didn’t stop, though. She kept walking. I’d have to wait before she shared the first part of her plan.

It began a few days later. We were in bed when Victoria looked up from her book and asked, “How often do you cum?”

“Uhhh,” was all I could come up with. She’d caught me off guard and my brain was clearly not in top form that late at night.

“It’s not a difficult question, Matt,” Victoria said, “and if I’m going to cuckold you I’m going to insist on complete and total honesty. Do you understand?”

I nodded as I quickly collected my thoughts and said, “Sorry. I usually cum three or four times a week.”

“I usually cum once or twice a week,” Victoria said. “We’re going to change that. From now on you’ll only cum when I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Is this…is this part of cuckolding me?” I asked.

“It’s part of you proving that you want to be cuckolded, yes. You’re going to have to show me that you care more about my pleasure than your own. You’re going to have to show me that your desire to be a cuckold isn’t purely selfish, and that means you’re going to have to prove that you’re willing to give up control of your orgasms. Do you understand?” she asked.

“I do,” I said, though I didn’t really know what I was agreeing to. I’d come to find out, though.

“Good,” she said. “I’d like you to get between my legs and make me cum right now.”

She pulled back the covers, lowered her panties, and pointed between her legs like the demanding goddesses I’d seen in so many of the porn videos I’d masturbated to over the years.

“Of course,” I said. Little did I know that it was the first of many, many times that I’d make my wife cum without receiving an orgasm in return.

It was a week before Victoria touched my cock again. Over the course of those seven days I went down on her eleven times (she counted), providing an orgasm each and every time.

It was after the eleventh orgasm that Victoria took my cock in her hand and offered me the pleasure I’d been yearning for all week.

“Do you know how long it’s been since your last orgasm?” she asked.

“A little over seven days,” I answered.

Victoria laughed. “Of course you know. Why did I even bother asking?” She stroked me a little faster as my balls tightened. I wasn’t going to last long. “Do you know how many times you’ve made me cum in seven days?”

I shook my head.

“Of course you don’t,” she said. “Why would you be keeping track of my orgasms?”

She seemed a little annoyed, though she hadn’t mentioned anything about me having to count her orgasms so I didn’t feel all that bad.

“Eleven,” Victoria said. “You’ve given me eleven orgasms since you last enjoyed a climax. Isn’t that wonderful? Hasn’t it been splendid to make your wife cum over and over without any thought of making yourself cum?”

“I…I’ve been thinking about making myself cum,” I answered.

Victoria laughed. “I know you have. It’s okay. That’s to be expected. Even the best-behaved cuckolds think about their orgasms. I’m quite proud that you didn’t slip up and jerk off this week, though. You didn’t, did you?”

“No. I promise. I didn’t,” I answered.

I’d thought about it. I’d even stroked my cock a few times. I came pretty close to cumming once, but I’d managed not to have an all week.

“You played with yourself though, didn’t you?” she asked.

“I did,” I admitted.

“There will be no more of that, okay?” she said. “I didn’t forbid it this past week so I’m not going to punish you, but from here on out I’m the only one that gets to stroke your cock. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“I control your orgasms, Matt. If you want me to cuckold you that’s a sacrifice you’ll have to make. You’ll have to embrace that I’m not going to let you cum anywhere near as often as you would if you were making the decisions. Do you understand that?”

“I do,” I answered as my orgasm neared.

“Good,” Victoria said.

She kissed me as her grip tightened and she stroked me a little faster. Pleasure spread through my body in the most wondrous way imaginable. There was no question that waiting a week made the handjob feel so much better.

“Cum for me, Matt. Enjoy your orgasm. Go ahead. Spill your seed,” Victoria whispered between soft kisses on my neck.

I had no choice at that point. She’d manipulated my cock so skillfully that all I could do was cum. I was lying down at the time and my cum spilled onto my stomach and chest, making a spectacular mess. A week’s worth ends up being a pretty big load, as it turns out.

Victoria ran her fingers through it afterwards as she smiled. “You’ll be cleaning up your own messes soon,” she said. “You’re going to learn to love the taste of your cum.”

In that moment, fresh off of a great orgasm, that was not what I wanted to hear. Victoria saw the face I made.

“You’ll do it or I won’t cuckold you,” she said. “It’s that simple.”

She was right about that.

“You’re going to make me cum twenty five times before you get another release,” Victoria said as she wiped her cummy fingers on my underwear. “Do you understand?”

I nodded.

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Seduced into Being Her Bi Cuckold

Seduced into Being Her Bi Cuckold – Part 1

Seduced into Being Her Bi Cuckold is a sensual 5-part story where Andrew, a cuckold husband, is led down a path of bisexual pleasure by his wife, Scarlett. The first part can be enjoyed below, and if you want to read the whole story, become a Patreon supporter today!
Scarlett looked down at her husband as she sat astride his locked cock. His arms were spread at her instruction. He was forbidden from touching her until he’d been given permission. She wore a seductive black lace lingerie set that Andrew had bought her. He’d been sent out to purchase something sexy for Scarlett to wear for an evening with her bull. He’d returned with a sheer black bra and panty set, a garter belt, and seamed stockings that felt impossibly soft and sexy on her legs. She’d fucked her bull in that lingerie set the night before. Now she was wearing it once more to tempt and tease her chastised husband. Andrew was naked except for the clear CB-6000 chastity device he wore around his cock. His flesh had swollen as large as the device would allow. It looked beautifully imprisoned as Scarlett gently moved her panty-clad pussy over it. Andrew’s groans of pain and intense, cuckold-fueled pleasure made Scarlett wet. She knew his intense desire would make him willing to do anything she wanted. Scarlett’s fingers moved over his stomach and chest. She could feel his heart pounding. She could see the lust in his eyes. He’d been locked for over a week and he was desperate for an orgasm. “You want me to make you cum, don’t you?” she asked. Andrew’s voice was desperate as he said, “Yes, please.” “Is it because you watched Brandon fuck me last night?” Scarlett asked as she leaned forward and ran her fingers through Andrew’s hair. His eyes darted to her breasts. Scarlett knew that leaning forward made them look even more appealing to her chastised husband. She smiled at his lust for her body. “Yes, it is. Watching you cum on his cock was so beautiful. It always is,” Andrew said. Scarlett caressed his face. “You’re always such a good boy when Brandon is here,” she whispered. “You always do such a good job preparing my pussy with your tongue and you always watch quietly like you’re supposed to.” The chastity device made all the difference. The moment she locked Andrew in it he became a far better cuckold. He no longer put his desires first. He put hers ahead of his own because he knew that was how he would achieve the freedom and orgasm he craved. “You know that being a good boy is how you get to cum,” Scarlett said. Andrew nodded as her fingers continued to delicately move over his skin. Scarlett smiled seductively and gently pressed her thumb against Andrew’s lower lip. He instinctively opened his mouth, delighting her. She slowly pushed her thumb between his lips. She held her husband’s gaze as he closed his lips around her finger and sucked on it. He did it without prompting. He did it because he instinctively knew it’s what she wanted. “Good boy,” Scarlett said. She felt arousal coursing through her loins. She felt the heat and wetness building. She pulled her thumb from his mouth and replaced it with her index finger. Andrew sucked it gleefully. He didn’t hesitate. His eyes lit up with delight. He moaned. Scarlett added a second finger. His lips stretched a little wider to accommodate it. He sucked with the same vigor. “You always know how to make me happy, Andrew,” Scarlett said in a soft, loving voice. She pulled her fingers from his mouth and lifted the key to his chastity device from around her neck. She traced down his chest with the key, teasing him mercilessly. He was going to be freed from his prison, but Scarlett wanted to take her time. By the time she reached his cock and slipped the key into the lock, Andrew was whining. He couldn’t help it. The sound just poured from his mouth. He was desperate. Scarlett let go of the key, leaving it in the lock. She caressed his balls. She delicately rubbed the space between his testicles and asshole. She ran her finger over the little bit of flesh that pushed out the front of the CB-6000. “Please, Scarlett,” Andrew pleaded. “Please let me out.” Scarlett smiled at her husband and kissed him. It was a strong, dominant kiss. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and aggressively battled with his. She reached down and turned the key. The lock popped open and Scarlett removed it and slowly freed Andrew’s cock from the chastity device. She knew he was desperate to reach down and play with his cock and it pleased her that he refused to give in to his base desires. Once the pieces of his chastity device had been set aside, Scarlett wrapped her fingers around Andrew’s soft cock and stroked him. After a week without release, it didn’t take long for him to achieve an erection. “Do you want to cum, Andrew?” she asked. “Yes,” he shot back immediately. “Please, yes. I want to cum so badly. My balls hurt. I need to cum.” There was a thick drop of precum at the tip of Andrew’s cock. Scarlett collected it on the tip of her finger and offered it to Andrew. He sucked her finger clean eagerly. He tasted his precum. “It’s yummy, isn’t it?” she asked. “It really is,” he said. Scarlett repeated the process. This time she pushed two fingers into his mouth. She made him take their full length. She made him clean them of his precum and suck them like he was giving head. “You’re such a good boy,” she whispered before once more stroking his erection. “Thank you,” Andrew said. Scarlett let go of his cock and climbed on top of her husband. She reached back to pull aside her panties before dropping her wet pussy onto his face. “Worship me, Andrew. Make me cum and I’ll give you what you want.” Andrew’s tongue found her clit immediately and he licked Scarlett eagerly. She was thoroughly aroused from teasing him and he knew it wouldn’t take her long to cum. As Andrew worshiped her pussy like he’d been instructed, Scarlett slowly stroked his cock. He knew she was teasing him. She wasn’t going to let him cum until he’d done exactly as instructed. He needed to make her cum. Scarlett rode his face as she slowly stroked her husband with a soft grip. His face was going to be soaked with her juices by the time he was done. It felt like she was fucking his mouth with her pussy. He loved it. Anytime his wife could make Andrew feel like a submissive, owned cuckold it thrilled him. Finally, Scarlett sat down and smothered her husband’s face as she climaxed. Her flesh surrounded his face, impeding his ability to breathe as he tongued her cunt. When she’d finished, Scarlett climbed off of Andrew and stroked his slippery cock like he needed. She jerked him off and brought about a beautiful orgasm that had her husband thrashing and crying out in pleasure. Afterwards, Scarlett ran two fingers through the thick cum that had collected on his stomach. She lifted those two fingers towards his mouth. They were coated in slippery semen. Scarlett wanted to see if Andrew would suck them clean and taste his cum in the process. He didn’t hesitate. He opened his mouth like a baby bird eager to be fed a worm by its mom. He closed his eyes and moaned while sucking his slippery cum off her fingers. “Good boy,” Scarlett said as she once more ran her fingers through the cum on her husband’s stomach. She repeated the process and once more he licked up his jizz exactly as she desired. “Thank you,” he said. Andrew saw lusty desire in his wife’s eyes. His submission so often brought it about. Every time his submission deepened it thrilled her. She sat on her husband’s face, grabbed his hair, and said, “Make me cum again, Andrew.” He did as ordered.
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The toy was six inches long and thick enough that Scarlett’s fingers couldn’t quite wrap all the way around it. It was smooth and felt soft against her fingers. The flared head was just like a real cock, which she loved. Scarlett had purchased the toy for play with her husband. She wanted to tease him with it, to make him watch her pussy stretch out around it while his cock was locked up. “Do you want to see him fuck me?” Scarlett asked. The toy was smaller than Brandon’s cock, but she was acting as if it was him in their bedroom. Andrew was between her legs. He was staring at his wife’s wet pussy as she moved the head of the toy around her labia. “Yes, I want to see him fuck you. I want to see his cock inside your perfect pussy.” Scarlett moaned and watched Andrew as she pushed the head of the dildo into her wet cunt. It slipped in with ease. Scarlett moaned and said, “He feels so good, Andrew. He feels so good inside me.” Andrew had watched her fuck Brandon on numerous occasions, but he hadn’t yet been granted such an intimate view. It had been five days since his last orgasm and Andrew had just reached the stage where he started to get desperate. Scarlett was counting on this little toy fucking encounter to drive him wild. She wanted her husband overwhelmed with lust. “It’s beautiful,” he said. “It’s so beautiful.” Scarlett could hear the desire in his voice. She knew her husband wanted to do more than watch. He wanted to lick her pussy. He wanted to be able to fuck her. He wanted to be set free from his cage so he could pursue his orgasm. She wasn’t going to allow that, though. Training him was most effective when he was locked up and unable to even think about cumming without her permission. Scarlett pulled the toy from her pussy. She could feel herself gaping just a little. She could see her husband’s wildly aroused gaze as he stared at her freshly-fucked cunt. She pushed the toy inside her once more. She plunged it deep. Scarlett was wet enough that she had no problem taking the full length in an instant. She closed her eyes and said, “Yes, Brandon, fuck me. Fuck me harder!” Andrew moaned. He was completely lost in his lust. He was right where Scarlett wanted him to be. She pulled the toy from her pussy once more and held it towards her husband. She rubbed it against his lips. Andrew looked up at her and opened his mouth. He couldn’t say no. His submissive nature drove him to do as she pleased. “Suck his cock clean, Andrew. Taste my pussy on his thick, throbbing dick,” Scarlett instructed as she pushed the toy into her husband’s mouth. Andrew gave the first blowjob of his life as Scarlett watched. She pushed the toy in and out of his mouth, making sure not to make him take too much. She didn’t want him gagging and making a mess on their bed. When Scarlett pulled the toy from his mouth she saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes. She smiled. He liked sucking the toy for her. He liked submitting. He wanted more. Scarlett plunged the dildo into her pussy once more. She fucked herself hard and fast. The sounds of her slippery cunt taking a thick cock filled the room. “Do you want to suck his cock again, Andrew?” she asked. He nodded. “Say it,” Scarlett demanded. Andrew lifted his gaze from her pussy and stared into his wife’s eyes. “I want to suck his cock again.” “Good boy,” Scarlett said as she pulled the dildo from her pussy and offered it to her husband. She didn’t have to fuck his mouth this time. He did all the work. She just held it there while his lips wrapped around the head and his mouth moved down the shaft. He was catching on quickly and making her so happy in the process. Scarlett pulled the toy from his mouth and pushed it back inside her pussy. She was soaking wet. Watching her husband suck cock for her was even more arousing than she’d expected. She wanted more. She couldn’t keep the toy inside her for long. She needed to see his lips around it. She needed to see him sucking cock. “Suck cock for me, Andrew,” she said upon presenting him with the slippery toy once more. Andrew did as he was told and he did it passionately. Scarlett could see the joyful lust in his eyes. She could see how badly he wanted to make her happy. “Do you like being a cocksucker for me?” she asked. Andrew nodded with the dildo in his mouth. He wasn’t going to stop sucking to answer her if he didn’t need to. “Do you like having Brandon’s cock in your mouth?” Scarlett saw the hesitation in his eyes. She was asking him to go a step further. She was asking him to meld the fantasy with reality. He only hesitated for a few moments though. Then he nodded and sucked even more vigorously on the dildo. She plunged the toy into her pussy once more. It felt fantastically good inside her, though Scarlett knew that was because her arousal levels have skyrocketed. Seeing Andrew give head – even to a toy – was more than enough to fill her with lust. “I’m cumming, Andrew!” she cried out. “Watch him make me cum!” Andrew did as instructed. He watched his wife experience a beautiful orgasm with a thick toy inside her. When Scarlett’s orgasm had passed she pulled the toy from her pussy and offered it to him once more. Andrew dutifully sucked cock. He hadn’t cum yet. He was still full of lust, and getting a chance to be a good boy for his wife was more than enough motivation. Scarlett pulled the toy from his mouth and set it aside. She sat up and sat up with her. She kissed her husband lustily. Their tongues danced beautifully as Scarlett reached between his legs and played with his locked cock and balls. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes from just a few inches away. “Good cocksuckers deserve to cum,” she whispered. Andrew’s body quivered as he moaned. She’d tapped into something that clearly tickled his fancy. Soon, his cock was unlocked and in her hand. Scarlett stroked her husband as they both sat on their knees in bed. He was stiff with desire. “Did you like sucking cock for me, Andrew?” she asked. He nodded and said, “Yes, I did.” “Yeah, you liked being a cocksucker for your wife?” Scarlett asked as she stroked him faster. She knew he’d say yes to anything when he was this close to an orgasm. “Yes, I loved being a cocksucker for you,” he answered. Scarlett liked that he went a little further than he had to with his answer. She liked that he was embracing it, that he was finding pleasure in it. “Cum for me, Andrew. Enjoy your reward for being such a good cocksucker for your wife.” Andrew did as he was told. He came hard. Scarlett collected his semen in her hand. She smiled at the pleasure her husband was experiencing. She smiled at the sense of control she felt. When he was finished, Scarlett dipped two of her fingers into the semen in her hand. She held them to Andrew’s mouth. He sucked them clean. “You’re such a good boy,” Scarlett whispered. She knew they were going to have so much more fun in the future.
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A bisexual cuckold story

Do As You’re Told, Cuckold – A Bisexual Cuckold Story

Hello, my dear cuckolds. I’m going to transport you to a beautiful bisexual cuckold experience where you get to be the eager submissive cuck that will do anything for his wife. Remember, do as you’re told. Be a good boy and you’ll get the reward you crave. This story was originally published on my Patreon page (so if you want more like it, click that link, or check out all the bisexual stories my supporters get to enjoy). Enjoy 🙂
“I’m not cruel,” your wife says. “You’ll be rewarded for being a good boy.” She’s sitting naked on your couch. Her legs are crossed, hiding her pussy from your hungry eyes. Her hands rest on her knee and her arms frame her perky breasts perfectly. She looks irresistible. “It’s not like I’m asking you to do something insane. It’s not what you’re used to, of course. It’s not something you want to do, but that’s the point, honey. It’s something I want you to do. It’s something that’s going to make my pussy wet. That’s why I want you to do it.” Her bright red lipstick is impossibly sexy. You can’t look away from her lips when she’s talking to you. It’s almost hypnotic. Her bull is sitting next to her. He’s naked too. Her fingers are wrapped around his cock as she gives him a slow, sensual handjob. He’s hard, of course. You know how talented her fingers are. You know how easily she makes you cum when she jerks you off. “So, are you going to be a good boy for me?” she asks. You’re on your knees in front of the couch. You’re naked too, though your cock is locked in a chastity cage. As she often says, you have no business getting hard when her bull is over. He’s the only man in the house when he’s there. “I don’t want to,” you say. She leans forward and smiles. You stare at her breasts and then her red lips. You don’t want to disappoint her, but you really don’t want to do what she’s asking. “Let me make this simple for you,” she says. “Suck his cock or I’m not letting you out of your cage for a month.” She leans back and strokes her bull. You look at his cock. You move a little closer, but you can’t quite commit. “A month is a lot longer than it seems when you’re locked in a tight little cage. It’s a lot longer when you can’t sleep through the night because your caged cock keeps trying to get hard. It’s a lot longer when you have to wear a condom over your cage every day because you’re constantly leaking precum. Is that what you want?” she asks. You shake your head. “No.” “It doesn’t have to be that way. All you have to do is wrap those pretty little lips of yours around his big dick. Give my bull a blowjob. Fluff his cock for me. Show me that you’re willing to be a good boy, that you recognize his superior status in our household. Show me that you understand that when he’s here, he’s the man of the house.” You move between his legs. He spreads them a little wider for you so you can get closer. His balls look huge. His cock is thick and the veins bulge as your wife strokes him. There’s already a drop of precum at the tip. “Good boys get rewarded, honey. If you’re a good boy and you suck his cock I’ll let you taste my pussy before he fucks me. How long has it been since you earned the right to taste my pussy?” she asks. “A week,” you say. It’s been too long. You need to taste her pussy. “This is how you’ll earn that privilege. Fluff his cock and you can move right over here and taste my pussy,” she says while spreading her legs and revealing the object of your desire. It’s been a few days since you’ve even seen it. Your cock throbs in its cage as she teases you with the mouth watering sight of her pussy. You look at her bull’s cock once more. It doesn’t seem that bad. It’s not like your wife is going to think less of you if you give him a quick blowjob. “Fluff him, cuckold,” she says in a demanding tone. You move closer. His cock looks more intimidating from just a few inches away. It’s too late now though. Your wife holds her hand around the base of her bull’s big dick and you wrap your lips around the head. “Good boy,” she says. You run your tongue along over the head of his big cock. You taste his precum, which is far more pleasant than you expected. You try and do as your wife does when she sucks her bull’s cock. You try and take as much of him into your mouth as possible. “That’s it, honey. See how much you can take. Be a good fluffer for me,” your wife encourages you. She pushes on the back of your head and you take more before gagging. She lets you go and his cock escapes your lips as you suck in air desperately. “Get back to it, honey. Being a fluffer isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about getting my bull nice and hard for me,” she says. You get back to work as your wife demands. You take his cock back into your mouth and work on the head. You stroke him and use your spit as lube. You lick all around the cock head and soon you’ve got him moaning. It’s a little humiliating that you’re getting into it. It helps that you can hear your wife playing with her pussy. It’s turning her on to see you fluff her bull. She loves that you submitted to her desires. “Good boy,” she says while pulling your mouth off her bull’s cock. “Come and get your reward.” You quickly move between your wife’s legs and eat her pussy. She tastes perfect in every way. She’s wet from watching you suck cock and as you push your tongue inside her your head swims with lust. Your cock aches in its cage. You desperately want to get hard, but tasting her perfect pussy is reward enough. After you’ve had your taste your wife pushes you away. “It’s time to watch,” she says. Your eyes remain fixed on her pussy as your wife straddles her bull and sinks down onto him. He’s rock hard and she’s soaking wet and that’s thanks to you. You’re their little fluffer and you did such a good job. Now you get to enjoy the reward of watching another man fuck your wife. You move between his legs once more and rest on your knees. You have a perfect view of your wife’s wet pussy riding her bull’s big cock. You’re close enough to hear it all, too. It’s the wet sound of sex that turns you on the most. Your wife sinks onto his cock and stays there. She leans forward and kisses her bull. The sounds of their kissing drift into the air and make your cock tingle with desire. “Worship my ass, cuckold,” your wife says. You tear your eyes away from the sight of her bull’s big cock in her pussy and stare at her perfect tight asshole. You don’t need to be told twice to worship it. You lean in and lick her ass eagerly. She moans into her bull’s mouth as you give a wet, passionate rimjob. The taste is perfect. She begins to grind on her bull’s cock. She moves back and forth and your head moves with her so you can stay attached to her asshole like a good cuckold is supposed to. She’s moaning louder and you’re helping her feel good. His big cock and your tongue are going to bring your wife to an incredible orgasm. “I’m cumming!” she yells. Her asshole relaxes just a little as she’s cumming and you take the opportunity to push your tongue inside. She moans louder. You’re making her feel so good! “Fuuuuck!” she says before gently pushing your head away from her asshole. His cock is still inside her, but your wife needs a moment to sit still and relax. “Suck his balls, cuckold,” she says. You’ve already sucked his cock so you see no reason to hesitate in taking his balls into your mouth. You maneuver a little lower and move closer to his balls. You run your tongue over them. You taste sweat and feel the roughness of his pubic hair. It turns you on more than you expected. You take his left ball into your mouth and run your tongue over it. The quiet moan he lets out makes you feel good. You move to his right ball and do the same thing. “Is he sucking your balls like a good boy?” your wife asks her bull. “He is,” her bull answers. “Should I give him a reward? Should I let him taste my pussy again?” she asks. “I think he’s earned it,” her bull says. Your wife climbs off the man that just fucked her and spreads her legs. “Come get your reward, honey,” she says. You let his sweaty balls fall from your mouth and move between your wife’s legs. You push your tongue into her pussy. You know she doesn’t want her clit licked right after an orgasm. She just wants to let you taste the sex she just had. It’s better the second time. You can taste a mixture of her pussy, his cock, his precum, and her juices. You can feel your caged cock start to drip. “Good boy,” she says while pushing your head away. She’s ready for another round with her bull. Your wife keeps her legs spread and he takes your place between them. His cock slides into her soaking wet cunt and slowly fills your wife. “Fuck me,” she says while wrapping her legs around him. “Fuck me hard while he watches.” When she was on top the sex was slow and sensual as you ate her ass. It’s not that way this time. Now your wife wants something different. She wants to be pounded. Her bull obliges. He’s strong and fit and he can go as long as she wants. You watch in awe as he pulls out until it’s just the tip of his cock inside her and then plunges back inside again. Her pussy lips cling to his shaft as the sound of their flesh meeting over and over fills the room and leaves you tingling. You’re so worked up you’re starting to get lightheaded. Her bull’s hard thrusting comes to a stop. He moves to his knees in front of the couch and keeps his cock inside her. “Come here, honey,” your wife says. You move to the couch and she directs you to rest your head on her stomach. You feel the heat of her skin against your head as you lie down on your wife. You’re just a few inches away from her pussy. You can see her bull’s hard abs and the little drops of sweat that have formed. “Fuck me,” she urges him. You’re so close now. Suddenly you can hear every naughty little detail as he thrusts his cock inside your wife. You can see his dick disappear inside her and watch as it emerges slick and shiny with her juices. “Open up,” your wife says as she gently taps your head. You do as you’re told without thinking and her bull pulls out and pushes his wet cock into your mouth. You instinctively close your lips around it and suck. Suddenly he’s fucking your mouth instead of her pussy. He pulls out after a few deep thrusts and pushes back inside her. “Good boy,” your wife says. It turns her on that you’re so willing to do what she says. He fucks her hard and fast again. She moans loudly and runs her hands through your hair. She pulls tightly on it and you feel the delightful pain. He pulls his cock out of her and you don’t have to be told to open your mouth. You do so eagerly. You want to make your wife happy so you suck his dick clean of her juices and then watch him put it back inside her. This time he fucks your wife to her second orgasm. It doesn’t take long. She’s so turned on from watching you suck cock that soon she’s quivering and moaning unintelligibly while she climaxes. He keeps pounding her right up until her orgasm is over. Then he pulls out and pushes his cock into your mouth once more. “Swallow,” your wife says. For a moment you’re not sure what she’s talking about. Then you feel him cum in your mouth. Shot after shot of hot jizz lands on your tongue and paints the insides of your cheeks. You gag slightly because it’s so strong, but you’re determined to do as your wife desires. You swallow his cum. You swallow it all as he groans loudly. He’s having an orgasm in your mouth and you’re taking it because that’s what your wife wants. “You’re such a good boy,” she says while her hands gently caress your hair and upper back. “Swallow all of his cum for me. Don’t miss a drop.” You wouldn’t dream of it.
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Valentine’s Day Cuckold Creampie Cleanup

Valentine’s Day is right around the corner and there’s no better time to celebrate the naughty joys of cuckolding. My Patreon supporters will be treated to five cuckold stories built around this romantic holiday, each featuring a beautiful, seductive wife treating her cuckold to something naughty. I’m calling it Romancing the Cuckold and I think you’re going to enjoy it immensely. Become a supporter today and you’ll get to read all five stories as the holiday approaches.

I’m offering you the first one for free. As the title suggests, the story is all about a lucky cuckold cleaning a messy creampie out of his wife on Valentine’s Day. Enjoy!

For the first time since he and Jenna said “I do” ten years ago, Steve was alone on Valentine’s Day. He wasn’t sad though. It was an occasion for celebration, for his beautiful wife was enjoying an evening with her bull.

After years of talking about it, Jenna had finally made his cuckold fantasy a reality. She’d found a bull that opened her eyes to a whole new world of pleasure and as Steve waited at home she was enjoying an evening of sexual bliss with the new man in her life.

From the moment Jenna suggested she might spend Valentine’s Day with her bull, Steve was thrilled. He absolutely loved the idea of his wife getting fucked by a bigger, better cock while he waited at home on the most romantic holiday of the year.

He was doubly thrilled when Jenna said she’d come home and Steve would get to reclaim her with his tongue, as had become a common ritual in the new, naughtier version of their marriage.

Jenna hadn’t specified a time, which is why Steve was still sitting on the couch and absentmindedly watching TV as the clock rolled past 11 p.m. In the five hours since she’d left, Steve had failed to do much outside of think about his wife fucking someone else.

He’d been given the privilege of watching Jenna and her bull fuck before and the sight of her pussy stretching out around his much larger cock was burned in Steve’s brain. Every time he closed his eyes he could see it. He could hear Jenna moaning wildly as she climaxed on her bull’s big cock. He could hear her being satisfied in a way he’d never satisfied her.

He’d made one promise: That he wouldn’t masturbate. It was more difficult than he’d expected to keep that promise, as he desperately wanted to pull out his cock and stroke to an orgasm the moment Jenna pulled out of the driveway.

She looked stunning in the red dress and red high heels she’d put on for the occasion. Her matching red lipstick was the final touch and Steve couldn’t help but imagine those lips wrapped around her bull’s cock as Jenna kissed him and said goodbye.

His cock was alive with excitement the entire evening. Steve couldn’t go more than a few minutes without imagining Jenna giving a blowjob, riding her bull’s cock, making out with him, or simply cuddling in his arms after a particularly thrilling round of sex.

It was a beautiful form of agony, but that didn’t stop Steve from feeling relieved when Jenna’s car pulled into the driveway. He hopped off the couch and opened the front door so he could greet his beautiful wife.

“Did you miss me?” Jenna said with a seductive smile as she ascended the stone steps in front of the house.

“Desperately,” Steve said as he welcomed his hotwife home.

Jenna must have re-applied her lipstick because it was the same vibrant red as when she’d left. It made Steve weak in the knees to imagine her perfect lips wrapped around her bull’s cock.

Steve stepped back to let Jenna into the house and she closed the door while pressing her body against his. Her fingers traced the outline of his stiff cock as she looked into her husband’s eager eyes.

“I missed you too,” she said before pulling his lips to hers for a long, slow, sensual kiss.

As Jenna’s tongue worked his over, Steve imagined her going down on her bull. He imagined her bright red lips wrapped around another man’s cock. He moaned into her mouth. He couldn’t help it. The idea of kissing the lips and sucking on the tongue that had so recently pleasured another man was thrilling.

“You’re thinking about me being a naughty hotwife, aren’t you?” Jenna asked. She softly squeezed Steve’s cock through his pants while waiting for his response.

“I can’t help it,” he said before moaning at her deft handling of his erection.

Jenna kissed Steve’s neck and bit his earlobe, causing a mild flash of pain that made her smile. “My lips were around his cock and his big balls, honey. I used them for his pleasure. I used them to get my bull nice and hard so he’d fuck me like I needed.”

A guttural moan emerged from deep within Steve as he pictured his wife offering her bull the pleasure of her mouth. Jealousy and lust surged through him.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Jenna said as she took Steve’s hand. “I brought you something I know you’re going to love.”

Steve knew what she was referring to. A month ago she’d started letting her bull cum inside her and he’d been tasked with cleaning the resulting creampies. He’d become quite familiar with the taste of another man’s cum.

When they reached the bedroom, Jenna pulled up her dress and sat on the edge of the bed they shared. She spread her legs and Steve stared at the black lace boyshort panties that hid her cum-filled pussy.

“Take your clothes off,” Jenna said as Steve’s gaze remained fixed on the space between her legs.

Steve obeyed his wife and stripped quickly as Jenna remained in the outfit she’d worn to entice another man into fucking her.

“Look at how hard your cock is,” Jenna said with a smile. “You really do love being my cuckold, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Steve answered. “More than I can possibly explain.”

Jenna stood and encircled her husband’s erection with her delicate fingers. “Your stiff cock explains it perfectly,” she said while stroking him slowly. “You love that I’ve found the pleasure I crave with another man. You love that he fucks me better than you ever have. You love it enough to let me spend Valentine’s Day with his cock inside me.”

Steve closed his eyes and relished the pleasure of Jenna’s words and the soft, sensual way she stroked his cock.

She leaned in and whispered, “You love cleaning his cum out of me too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Steve admitted.

“Come,” Jenna said as she turned around.

Steve watched his wife climb into bed and rest her head against the pillows as she spread her legs. He took his place between her thighs and looked up at her.

“Tell me what you want,” Jenna demanded in a soft but thoroughly dominant voice.

“I want to lick his cum out of you,” Steve admitted.

Jenna ran her fingers over her soft, milky white thighs and the black lace of her underwear. “You want what’s inside me?” she asked.

“Yes, desperately,” Steve answered.

“You want to eat my bull’s load?” Jenna teased.

“Yes, please. Let me eat his load. Let me lick his load out of you and swallow it like a good cuckold,” Steve begged.

Jenna smiled. She loved to hear him beg for it. “Do you think many husbands spend their Valentine’s Day eating another man’s cum from their wife’s pussy?” she asked.

“I doubt it,” Steve said. “Most men aren’t lucky enough to be married to a woman like you.”

“I suppose you’re right,” she said with a smile before pushing a hand into her panties and gently fingering her wet cunt. “Is this what you want?” Jenna asked as her finger emerged coated with her bull’s cum.

Steve nodded and felt a twinge of disappointment when Jenna sucked her finger clean. “Yummy,” she said.

“Come closer, cuckold,” Jenna said as her fingers danced over her inner thighs.

Steve crawled closer until he was just a few inches from his wife’s panty-clad, freshly-fucked, cum-filled pussy.

“Kiss my panties,” she demanded.

Steve pressed his lips against his wife’s damp panties and kissed them. He licked his lips and tasted just a hint of the salty cum that was dripping out of her.

“Lick my panties,” Jenna said.

Steve ran his tongue over the black lace panties and was treated to an even more delicious sample of the load that waited inside her.

Jenna slipped a hand into her underwear and fingered her messy pussy as Steve watched. This time two fingers emerged coated with her bull’s cum. She offered them to her cuckold husband and Steve eagerly sucked them clean.

Jenna laughed delightedly as Steve’s mouth moved down her fingers and his tongue made sure they were completely clean of her bull’s semen before he let them fall from his mouth.

“You’re such a hungry cuckold,” she said. “He came inside me three times. It’s a mess down there and I need you to clean it all up. I don’t care how long it takes, I need you to make sure my pussy is perfectly clean before you’re done.”

“Of course,” Steve said as he looked from his wife’s luscious red lips to her eyes. “May I clean your cum-filled pussy?”

“You may,” Jenna said as she pulled her panties aside and revealed her pussy.

It was a mess, just as she’d promised it would be. The remnants of sloppy seconds sex were obvious as globs of thick white cum dotted her labia and the space between her pussy and ass.

“Clean me, cuckold,” Jenna said as Steve began to lick the mess from his wife’s thoroughly satisfied cunt.

He started by licking the creamy cum off of her asshole and taint before moving to her labia. The taste of sex filled his mouth and made Steve’s cock throb painfully as it pressed into the mattress.

Jenna moaned and ran her fingers through his hair as Steve worshiped her sloppy pussy with the remnants of three loads of her bull’s cum dripping out of it.

When he’d sufficiently cleaned the outside of her messy cunt, Steve pushed his tongue inside and was treated to the irresistible taste of her bull’s hot, slimy load. He fished the other man’s cum out of his wife’s pussy and swallowed it eagerly.

“That’s it. Eat his cum, cuckold,” Jenna said as she pulled Steve tighter against her pussy.

Sometimes Steve felt like Jenna enjoyed creampie cleanup more than he did. She always seemed to cum so hard while he devoured her bull’s seed, as if making her husband submit to her messy pussy brought her a deep kind of dominant pleasure.

Jenna’s arousal pushed more cum out of her pussy and Steve eagerly gobbled it up. Each time he pushed his tongue into his wife he was treated to more yummy cum to eat. He scooped it out of her like a man on a mission and swallowed every drop.

Soon Steve’s tongue, mouth, and throat were coated with another man’s cum. Soon he had parts of three loads sitting in his stomach. It felt nasty in a way he loved. It was the embodiment of everything that turned him on about cuckolding.

“On your back, cuckold,” Jenna said as she pushed Steve away from her pussy. “You know his big cock cums deep inside me. You know there’s lots of yummy jizz just waiting to drip out of me.”

Steve rolled onto his back and watched as his wife moved swiftly to straddle his face. She was going to feed him the rest of her bull’s cum. Then she was almost certainly going to ride his tongue to her final orgasm for the evening.

Her pussy looked even better as Jenna straddled his head. It opened a little as she spread her legs and he felt an overpowering urge to taste her. In that moment, all he wanted was for his wife to drop her well-used cunt onto his mouth and demand that he drink another man’s cum out of her.

“Are you hungry for more cum?” Jenna asked as her fingers pressed into Steve’s forehead. Her pussy was inches above his mouth. She was knowingly teasing him with it.

“Yes. Feed me,” he said.

Jenna smiled and dropped her pussy onto Steve’s mouth. She smothered him with her sloppy hole and he pushed his tongue inside and waited for the cum to flow.

Moments later he tasted the other man’s semen. Jenna was feeding him as he desired. She was letting her lover’s loads seep out of her pussy into her husband’s eager mouth.

Steve let his mouth fill and then swallowed over and over. He consumed what seemed like an impossible amount of cum and savored every bit of it.

“You’re such a cum slut,” Jenna said as she watched him devour her bull’s loads.

Steve couldn’t speak as his wife was smothering him with her pussy, but his eyes said everything she needed to hear. She was right. He was a cum slut. He found endless pleasure in being fed another man’s cum.

“But that’s a cuckold’s place, isn’t it? You’re whatever I want you to be. You worship my pussy when I want it. You lick my ass when I want it. You buy me lingerie to wear for another man when I want it. And of course you eat his cum from my pussy when I want it,” Jenna said as she began to grind her pussy on Steve’s face. She was ready to cum.

Jenna closed her eyes and played with her tits as she moved her clit over Steve’s lips and tongue. The closer she got to her climax, the faster she moved.

“That’s it, cuckold. Pleasure me. Give me what I need. Eat his cum while I ride your face. Eat that superior load out of me. Show me that you know your place,” she said through increasingly loud and lusty moans.

This was Steve’s favorite part. He loved the steady stream of dirty talk that Jenna would treat him to as she was closing in on her climax. She loved how arousal mixed with intense humiliation for him.

“Be a good cum slut for me. Be a good little cum whore for your wife, cuckold. Swallow his sticky load. Show me that you’re a good cuckold cum eater,” Jenna said as her orgasm approached.

“Fuck yes. You’re going to make me cum, cuckold. That’s it. That’s it!” Jenna leaned forward and grasped Steve’s head tightly as she moved her pussy over his mouth. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming on your face!”

Steve loved how true that was. Her bull’s cum was all over his face. As Jenna rode his mouth she left the residue of her lover’s load on his chin, cheeks, and lips. It was exactly like she’d given him a facial.

“Fuuuuuck, that was incredible,” Jenna said as she lifted her messy pussy off of Steve’s face. She collapsed beside him and laid there for a minute as she came down from her climax.

When she’d recovered, Jenna pushed three fingers into her pussy to scoop out the last remains of her bull’s cum. Steve watched as she wrapped those slippery, messy fingers around his stiff cock and stroked him.

“How does his cum feel on your cock, cuckold?” Jenna asked before kissing his neck.

Steve knew he wasn’t going to last long. He’d spent the entire night in a state of heightened arousal, had cleaned a huge mess of cum from his wife’s pussy, and was now getting a handjob with her bull’s load being used as lubrication.

“It feels good. It feels so fucking good,” he said.

“Cum for me, cuckold. Cum for me while I use his cum to lube your little cock. Cum for me while you think about my bull pumping three loads into your wife’s pussy. Shoot your load while you think about another man making your wife cum on Valentine’s Day,” Jenna said as the sloppy sounds of a cum-soaked handjob filled the bedroom.

Steve’s hips pushed upwards as he cried out and released his load. For a few blissful seconds he was lost in the grips of the most intense pleasure of his life. Six hours of arousal led to one overpowering orgasm he would never forget.

“Good boy,” his wife said as she gently worked the head of his cock as spurt after spurt of cum landed on Steve’s stomach.

As the pleasure of his climax spread through Steve’s body he couldn’t help but wish that every day was Valentine’s Day. He’d gladly eat lots of thick, sticky cum if it meant having orgasms like that. He’d do anything for that kind of pleasure and Jenna knew it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said before softly kissing him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you,” Steve replied with a wide, blissful smile.

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Training for BBC – An Interracial Cuckold Story

Welcome, cuckolds! Training for BBC is a five part interracial cuckold story that I recently published on my Patreon page. You can read all five parts right now by becoming a supporter (this link will take you to the full story). Below you’ll find the first part in full. There’s a lot of build-up and teasing here, but I promise things get very naughty in subsequent chapters. Enjoy!

Brooke looked at her freshly-showered body in the bathroom mirror and frowned. She turned to her side and frowned again. It felt like three months of daily trips to the gym hadn’t made the difference she was hoping for.

Todd appeared at the bathroom door and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Brooke couldn’t help but smile. Her husband was always eager to help and loved her in ways she’d never imagined possible when they got married. He was a better husband than the men most of her friends had married, certainly.

“I just thought I’d look better after working out so much,” Brooke said as she turned to Todd.

He ogled her body, as Brooke knew he would. She was counting on it. It always made her feel a little better to see the way her husband devoured her body with his eyes.

“You’re crazy. I mean, you’re nuts if you think you don’t look good,” Todd said.

Brooke noticed a stirring in the front of his shorts. She smiled. It was still thrilling to know that she had the power to arouse her husband of ten years just by being naked in front of him.

“That’s not what I said. I said I thought I’d look better. More specifically that I’d look noticeably better than I did three months ago, and I don’t. What’s the point of all that working out if it’s not going to make a difference?” Brooke asked.Read More…

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The Making of a Cuckold Marriage – Part 1

Let’s try something a little different. Here’s a cuckold story told in first person from the perspective of a wife learning about cuckolding and the many pleasures it holds. It’s not autobiographical, but some of the details are inspired by events in my life. The story continues on my Patreon page, so if you like what you read here then become a supporter and check it out.

The first time my husband Ethan confessed his desire to be cuckolded we were on a late night walk in Manhattan. It was in early January and cold, so we were both bundled up tight as we strolled down the brightly lit, surprisingly busy streets. He’d dropped little hints before that night, but it was the first time I’d heard him say the words “I’d really like it if you had sex with another man.”

I used to think that’s where it started, but it’s not really true. It really started when we were in college, I just didn’t recognize it then. We were 20 at the time and head over heels in love. We were also in that period where you experiment sexually because you’re young and willing to try almost anything. That’s how we ended up at a sex shop looking for a toy.

We both felt a little awkward – it was the first time either of us had been in a place like that – but we ignored the creepy stares from the cashier and made our way to the sex toy aisle. Dozens of choices stared us in the face and I was content to let him choose. I figured since the visit to the sex shop was his idea – one I was happy to go along with – that I’d let him pick the toy we went home with.

We ended up with a purple vibrator. It was a good eight inches long and an inch and a half thick. He was so excited to play with it. I loved his giddiness. As soon as we got back to my dorm room (a single, which made it so easy to have fun) he cut open the package, popped in the batteries, and got between my legs to make me cum.

He loved watching the dildo slide into me. He loved fucking me with it to the point that he got a little too vigorous and I had to slow him down. He was pounding me with it and it felt really good, but he went a little too deep a few times. His fingers rubbed over my clit as the toy slid into my pussy and I couldn’t help but cum (you should know that I cum quickly).

It was his love of fucking me with the toy that was the first sign of his future spoken desire for cuckoldry. He says he didn’t even know what cuckolding was back then, but he’s since confirmed that he got off on watching the toy fuck me.

I probably should have realized his desires based on the second significant sign. Penthouse used to publish books featuring a selection of the best letters they’d received over the years and we bought two of them when they caught my eye on a trip to the book store. I thought it would be fun to read them and masturbate together. I was right.

We’d read them to each other, play with each other – his fingers have always been so damn good at making me cum – and have great orgasms. Somehow it never really clicked until much later that the stories he wanted me to read always involved a married woman fucking someone else. Usually the husband was there watching, but it was always about the wife’s bliss at fucking another guy.

I think I never really took note of it because I was young and pretty sheltered. My husband is the first man I had sex with. We met in college, we had lots of sex in college, and we got married shortly after graduation. I’d fooled around with other guys, but until I became a hotwife and he became my cuckold, I’d never had someone else inside me.

The thing is, I wasn’t shocked, or turned off, or baffled. I guess the hints had prepared me for the idea that he’d be turned on by me sleeping with someone else. I’d be lying if I said it happened right away though. It was years before I found myself in another man’s bedroom, sitting on his cock and riding him to an orgasm. I’m getting ahead of myself though.

Long before I actually took the plunge and slept with someone else, taking our sex life to a whole different place, my husband and I played, just the two of us. I wasn’t the wife that immediately gets all hot and bothered at the idea. It was more of a slow burn, but I was the kind of wife (I still am) that wanted her husband to be happy, especially in the bedroom, so I eagerly played along with his fantasy.

One of my favorite things to do early on (and to this day, if I’m being honest) was to stroke his cock while I whispered into his ear about me sleeping with another guy. I’d nibble his earlobe and kiss his neck, then tell him how badly I wanted to feel another man’s cock inside me.

With my hand wrapped around his lubed cock, I’d stroke him slowly and say all kinds of fun stuff.

“I can’t wait to feel his cock inside me baby. I can’t wait to wrap my legs around him and pull him tight. I can’t wait to cum on another man’s cock.”

It never took long for him to cum once I started in on the dirty talk. I loved being able to bring him such pleasure while doing so little. It’s not like it was hard work to talk dirty and give him a handjob.

At first I took my cues from the Penthouse stories. I re-read a few of them and pulled other details from memory and worked in the stuff that seemed the hottest. Of course, it didn’t take long to learn what turned him on the most.

He loved the idea of another guy making me cum. He’s never had any trouble doing so, but he still got so excited at the notion of me getting off with someone else. He also loved the idea of me making someone else cum.

Something as simple as “I’m going to make him cum, baby. I’m going to make my boyfriend cum. My wet pussy is going to make him cum,” would usually put him over the top.

It’s not like this stuff was all for him. I don’t want to confuse anyone. I got off every time, sometimes twice. Something else I discovered was my husband’s great love of licking my pussy. He’d always done it, but when we started working cuckolding into our bedroom time he doubled down on his efforts.

He’s so damn good at it too. I’ve honestly never been with someone better. He can always make me cum, and usually in just a few minutes if I’m at all turned on. Most of the guys I’ve slept with since our cuckolding adventure began can’t manage that.

It was about a year after the evening walk where he confessed his desires to be a cuckold that I suddenly remembered our dildo adventures in college. It was actually while I was walking by one of the sex toy shops in the West Village. Something aligned in my brain and out of the blue I saw myself on that tiny dorm bed with my legs spread and my then-boyfriend between them fucking me with a toy.

I stopped, turned around, and walked into the shop to buy a toy right there on the spot. I picked out an eight inch lifelike dildo (you know, the ones shaped like a cock with the veins and head and balls and all that). I was in the bedroom when he came home (one of three rooms in our cozy Manhattan apartment; we’ve since upgraded) wearing one of the few sets of expensive, elegant lingerie I owned. It was a black bra, panty, and garter belt set with sheer black stockings and a pair of shiny black heels.

He knew something fun was going to happen the moment he walked in the room, obviously. Despite all our naughty sexual adventures, it was rare for me to be dressed up in lingerie to greet him after a day at work.

“I’d like you to strip and get on your knees at the foot of the bed. On the floor so you have a perfect view of your wife’s pussy,” I said.

I’m sure all sorts of stuff was running through his mind, but he stayed silent and waited for his treat to be revealed.

When he had stripped and taken his position as I asked, I explained what was going to happen, “Your wife is going to get fucked tonight, but it won’t be your cock inside me.”

As the last words rolled off my lips I reached under the pillow and produced the dildo I’d purchased. His eyes went wide and I knew he was thinking about how good it was going to look sliding into me.

“I need my boyfriend’s cock inside me tonight. Is that okay with you honey? Is it okay if my boyfriend fucks me while you watch?” I asked before taking the head of the dildo into my mouth and sucking on it.

“Yes,” Ethan said, and it seemed like one word was all he’d be able to manage.

The toy popped out of my mouth and I said, “Good. I really need this,” while pulling aside my panties and placing the head of the dildo, which really did look like a perfect cock, at the entrance to my pussy.

I held the base high enough to give him a view of the dildo’s tip spreading my labia apart and pressing slowly inside me. I moaned, in part because it felt good and in part to tease my husband, as it filled me. I’ll say that it’s nothing like having a real eight inch cock, but it did feel really good.

I moaned and added, “You feel so good inside me. I need your cock. I need your big cock inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me!”

Ethan’s face was flushed and I could see the telltale arm movements of masturbation. He was stroking his cock furiously and was paying such rapt attention to my pussy that a subway train could have barreled through our apartment and he wouldn’t have noticed.

When I added in a little bit of clit rubbing I had no trouble cumming, so as I played with myself I let loose with some of that delicious dirty talk my husband loves, saying “I’m going to cum on your cock. I’m going to cum on your big cock! Oh my God, fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

That’s right when Ethan groaned and spilled his load onto the floor (he was too distracted by his desire to bother putting his underwear down to catch it, silly boy). Moments later I came, my body tingling with pleasure in the aftermath.

Afterwards, when we were cuddling and talking, Ethan revealed how much he’d enjoyed that the dildo was bigger than him (we’ve since measured and he’s a little over 5 inches erect), both in length and thickness. It wasn’t something that had ever come up before, and when I asked why, he said it was embarrassing.

It’s hard not to fall a little more in love with him when he’s vulnerable like that, and I felt such incredible warmth for my husband in that moment. I kissed him, told him he’s always been able to make me cum with his cock (which was true), and then told him that I’d very much enjoyed having a bigger cock inside me. I swear I felt his dick twitch a little bit after the last part.

I’ve since come to appreciate that a big cock can provide an entirely different and hugely pleasurable experience, but there will be plenty of time to talk about that in the future.

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