Rewards for a Good Cuckold - Part 1

Over time, female domination and cuckolding have been infused into Reese and Marie's marriage. Now, when he's an especially good boy, Marie rewards her husband in a manner befitting a submissive. They might not be the rewards that most men would enjoy, but Reese is not like most men.

Reese's pulse quickened just a little - his watch revealed a jump of eight beats per minute - as he listened to the sound of his wife's heels on the hallway's hardwood floor. He poured her smoothie into a to go container and headed towards the front door to pass off her breakfast.

Marie looked stunning in a tight, knee length skirt, a white blouse, and a jacket. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and from his vantage point Reese didn't see a single stray. That was Marie, though. Always in total control. Always presenting perfection to the world, especially at work, where she'd achieved partner status at age 35, an unheard of feat that inspired both jealousy and awe amongst her coworkers.

"Thank you, my love," she said as Reese handed his wife the smoothie.

"My pleasure."

She smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Reese closed his eyes and ran his fingers over her blouse, enjoying the soft feel of the material against his skin.

"You've been a very good boy this week," she whispered. "You've exceeded my expectations, in fact. You've earned a reward."

"Really?"

Marie nodded. "I expect dinner to be ready at six. You'll be rewarded afterwards."

With that, she was gone. Reese returned to the kitchen to make his breakfast, cleaned up afterwards, and headed for his home office to complete his day's work. While his wife was busy climbing the corporate ladder, Reese had built a surprisingly successful career self-publishing horror and science fiction novellas. Two decades ago such a career wouldn't have been possible, but the endless reach of the internet made it surprisingly easy to reach genre fans and simply step around the gatekeepers at publishing houses.

Each day, Reese wrote for 4-6 hours, breaking for lunch when he got hungry. When he'd exhausted his creative reserves, he set about doing household chores, all of which were his responsibility.

At first, Reese had volunteered to do more chores around the house as a way of relieving some of Marie's stress, as her job required 50-60 hours a week of her time. To his surprise, Reese had found something akin to genuine pleasure in taking on more work around the house to benefit his wife, which had led to him offering to prepare her meals, to relieve her stress through near-daily massages, and to give her orgasms without expecting anything in return.

What had begun as Reese trying to make his wife's life easier had turned into a full-blown femdom marriage where Reese accepted the role of his wife's submissive partner, seeking in all ways to make Marie happy and finding a blissful kind of happiness of his own in doing so.

Dinner was ready and on the table at six o'clock, just as Marie had instructed. Reese greeted her at the door with a kiss, took her things and set them in her office before opening a bottle of wine, pouring them each a glass, and sitting down at the dining room table with his beautiful wife.

They talked of her work day, of her efforts to land a massive new client that would bring her great prestige at the firm, of his progress on his latest book, of his most recent sales figures, and more, catching up on a week's worth of career progress for both of them.

Marie wasn't a big drinker - she refused to drink during the work week - and after she'd finished the first glass of wine Reese could see that she was a bit buzzed. He felt it, too, as he only ever drank with his wife.

"Do you have any hopes for your reward, my love?" she asked. Marie had taken to dominance with ease - it was clearly part of her personality - though her demeanor almost always remained gentle and loving, even when she was punishing Reese.

Reese had, in fact, spent a good portion of his day considering his reward. One of the joys of his submission was the wide range of pleasures available to him, many of which had been uncovered when he'd fully embraced the submissive side he hadn't known resided in him.

"I do have hopes," he revealed, "but I also know that in some ways, it's not my place to hope. It's simply my place to enjoy whatever reward you decide to give me."

Marie leaned closer and rested her hand atop his. He met his wife's gaze and she smiled before lifting her hand to his lips and placing two fingers into his mouth. Reese stared into her eyes while sucking her fingers, slowly swirling his tongue around them while she moaned.

"You're going to fuck tonight, my love," she said softly.

Reese's eyes went wide. Her fingers remained in his mouth and he sucked with even greater vigor, as the reward on offer was a rare treat indeed.

"How long has it been?" Marie asked.

"Two months."

She wiped her fingers on a napkin. "That must be so hard for you, my love. I know how much you miss bathing your cock in my wet pussy."

Though Reese adored having sex with his wife, he'd been the one to suggest that she take a lover. He could still picture the look on her face that had inspired the idea. He'd seen it while cumming inside her. For just a moment Marie flashed a look of overwhelming disappointment, as if having sex with Reese was an intense let down. That was two years ago. It took him six months to find the courage to suggest that she take a lover and Marie had immediately taken him up on it, though she'd tasked Reese with doing the work of finding the right man to tend to her needs.

Reese had done so with gusto. It took a month to narrow down the list of candidates, but Marie's first lover was a success and she remained with him for six months, seeing him roughly once a week to tend to her sexual needs and relieve the increasing stresses of her job.

After they broke up, Reese was once again tasked with finding a lover. This time, Marie wanted someone a little younger and ideally someone that was familiar with the world of cuckolding, for she'd grown quite fond of playing the role of the dominant hotwife while with her first lover. He hadn't been entirely comfortable with it, though, hence their break up.

Reese had to change his search tactics, but he discovered Marco without anywhere near as much effort as he'd suspected he'd have to put in. Marie and her new lover hit it off immediately and the sex was even better than with her first. They typically met once or twice a week. They typically fucked multiple times per meeting, and Reese was often involved in some manner, though usually as a bystander that would watch, fetch them drinks, prepare the bedroom, and occasionally do chores around Marco's house if they were fucking there.

"I do miss fucking you," Reese said as memories of his cuckolding flooded his mind.

"I know you do, my love."

He smiled. "I like watching, though. I like when I’m only allowed to listen Marco satisfy you, too. I like that he fucks you so much better than I do, that he can satisfy you in ways I just can't."

"He is sexually superior," she replied. "And it's not even close." Reese watched his wife loosen the top two buttons of her blouse, flashing just a hint of cleavage. "I'd like another glass of wine."

Reese filled both their glasses and watched Marie swirl the dark liquid before lifting it to her nose and inhaling deeply. He did the same, though he lacked her appreciation for the bouquet of a good wine.

"Marco's on his way over," Marie informed her husband.

Uncertainty gripped Reese as he thought of having sex with his wife while her lover watched. He'd have no problem getting it up for Marie, of course, but he was certain the experience of fucking her with an audience would be hugely uncomfortable for him.

"He's going to watch," she said, confirming Reese's fears.

"Oh."

Marie pushed her chair back, pulled her skirt up around her waist, and spread her legs. "You may worship."

Reese dropped to his knees and crawled between his wife's legs without hesitation. He removed her panties and held them in one hand while showering her thighs in kisses. Marie had long since trained him to take his time when worshiping her pussy, to shower her in erotic affection before his tongue even found her clit. She'd been clear that the instruction to worship was about more than making her cum. It was about showing his devotion, his love, his eagerness to make her feel good for as long as possible before his jaw and tongue grew sore.

Reese lost track of time as he worshiped his wife's pussy. He liked that sensation, though. He liked getting lost in the pleasure of kissing her thighs, of sucking on her labia, of soaking up the juices of her cunt with his tongue, of massaging her clit as she rested a hand on the back of his head and showered him with gentle praise for his skill and dedication to her pleasure.

It seemed that she was on the verge of an orgasm when the doorbell rang. Marie pushed his head from between her legs and Reese realized she'd had no intention of cumming, she was simply using his tongue to warm her up for her lover's arrival.

"Answer the door, my love."

Reese welcomed Marco to their home as Marie retired to the bedroom. She emerged fifteen minutes later and stepped into the living room, silencing the conversation unfolding between the two men that tended to her pleasure.

"Stunning, as always," Marco said with a sense of reverence in his voice.

Marie wore a strappy bra, panty, and garter belt set with fishnets and heels. Stunning felt like an insufficient word to describe her beauty.

"Reese, my love, I'd like you to remove your clothes."

Reese stripped as his wife strode towards Marco and straddled him. Their lips met and passionate foreplay unfolded with tongues entwined, hands roaming over bodies, and muffled moans floating into the air.

Once he was naked, Reese fell to his knees without hesitation. He usually waited on his knees while his wife and her lover fucked and he'd come to find great pleasure in occupying a submissive position while Marie found her satisfaction in a sexually superior man.

Though it seemed that Marie might free Marco's cock and fuck him right there on the couch, she climbed off of his lap and took a seat next to him. Her hand moved to the bulge in his pants and she tugged at the zipper, lowering it slowly and freeing his long, thick erection before running her fingers over the underside of the shaft and grasping the plump head.

"You find it rewarding to pleasure the man that satisfies your wife, don't you, my love?" she asked.

Reese nodded. It had taken some time for him to get used to the idea of crossing sexual boundaries and sucking Marco's cock, but he now found submissive reward in the practice.

"Then I've decided you get to experience two rewards tonight," she said. "Come and suck his cock."

Reese crawled closer and helped Marco out of his pants. Marie tugged his underwear down and Reese tossed them aside, leaving the other man half naked on his couch.

"Worship it, my love. Don't just suck it. Worship it."

Reese showered Marco's legs, balls, and shaft in kisses. He found it far less pleasant than when he was permitted to do so for his wife, but worshiping Marco was not about Reese's pleasure. It was about Marie's pleasure. It was about offering his submission to arouse her, to show her that he respected her authority in their home, that her desires were always prioritized over his.

"He's become quite the cocksucker for me, hasn't he?" Marie asked softly.

Marco moaned. "He has. He loves you, Marie. He's dedicated to your pleasure in a manner I've never seen before."

She kissed her lover's neck. "He is. It makes my pussy wet. It makes me want to reward him even more."

Their lips met and Reese watched another man's tongue move into his wife's mouth as he sucked cock. He played with Marco's balls - something the other man in Marie's life loved - and stroked his shaft, offering as much pleasure as possible.

"Marco, will you cum in his mouth?" Marie asked. "Will you reward him with the thing that every true cocksucker craves? Will you flood his mouth with your thick, salty seed?"

Marco nodded.

"Ready yourself for your reward, my love, for his precious seed. I know you've tasted it many times before, but this will be your first time taking it directly from his cock and you'll need to work not to spit up. Once he starts cumming, seal your lips around the head and try and catch his load on your tongue. No swallowing until I give you permission."

Reese sucked and stroked with intense vigor. A deep sense of submission swirled through his body. His cock dripped precum onto the floor. His stomach fluttered. He was on the verge of crossing yet another boundary in the name of his wife's pleasure and the excitement was palpable.

"Oh, fuck," Marco said.

His cock head swelled up. His grunted deeply as Marie kissed his neck. A huge spurt of cum filled Reese's mouth. It trickled towards his throat and he very nearly spit up as his body reacted poorly to taking a direct load. Reese fought off the urge to gag, though, and sealed his lips around the head of the cock to catch every drop.

"Show me," Marie demanded when her lover had finished pumping his load into Reese's mouth.

He tilted his head back a little and opened his mouth. Marie leaned forward and smiled at the sight of another man's cum on her husband's tongue.

"How beautiful," she said with genuine delight. "How utterly exquisite. You may swallow your reward, Reese."

He claimed his reward, taking the cum down his throat and into his stomach. A salty aftertaste remained, a reminder that he'd just given a blowjob to completion for the first time in his life.

Reese remained on his knees for another fifteen minutes as his wife and her lover talked, kissed, and fooled around until Marco was once again sporting an impressive erection. Marie's pussy was exceptionally wet, too, a fact that was made obvious when Marco pulled her panties aside and slipped his fingers inside her.

"It's time for your true reward," Marie said as she stood. "Follow us to the bedroom."

Reese walked behind his wife and her lover, staring at Marie's utterly perfect ass and her long legs in the fishnets. His gaze remained on her backside until he heard Marco laugh as he walked into the bedroom.

Reese looked up to see a blow up doll in the bed. It was fully inflated and its arms were pointed skywards. Its mouth was open wide as if ready to receive a cock and its legs spread enough to allow a man to crawl between them. Reese hadn't seen a blow up doll since his freshman year at college and its presence in their bedroom was such a surprise that he simply stood and stared at it while his mind went blank.

"Reese, meet your lover," Marie said.

"Holy shit," Marco added.

"You'll fuck her as Marco fucks me. You'll slide your inadequate cock into her pussy and you'll hump away as Marco takes me in our bed. You'll cum inside her plastic pussy and you'll clean it out of her, then you'll clean Marco out of me. You'll do so because seeing you fuck that blow up doll will make it even hotter to have Marco's beautiful cock inside me. Do you understand, my love?"

Reese looked at his wife and saw Marco standing behind her and kissing her neck. She'd reached back to stroke his cock and they both looked utterly giddy.

Though the blow up doll could have been seen as an act of cruelty, Reese knew better. He'd come to find intense pleasure in humiliation, especially with regards to his ability to satisfy his wife and he couldn't think of anything more humiliating than vigorously fucking a blow up doll while someone else fucked his wife.

"Thank you for this," he said.

"You're welcome, my love."

Marco's hands moved to her breasts and Marie turned her head and kissed her lover. Reese watched and stroked his cock before glancing at the lifeless blow up. The mere thought of fucking it while Marie took another man's dick sent a shiver of humiliation through his body. His cock immediately surged in his hand, though, proving his intense desire to experience the humiliations that leapt from his wife's increasingly wild imagination.

"Fuck her, my love," Marie said. "Mount her. Slide into her. Enjoy your reward. Fuck that blow up doll."

Reese walked to the foot of the bed and crawled on top of the blow up doll. The overwhelming smell of plastic filled his nose.

"Kiss her first," Marie instructed. "Even a blow up doll deserves a little romance."

Marco chuckled as Reese leaned down and kissed the doll. He felt the bed move. His tongue was in the doll's mouth as he saw his wife lie next to him.

"Is she a good kisser?" Marie asked.

She was being playful, but she was trying to humiliate him. Reese's cock responded with desire. He rubbed the head over the doll's pussy, though of course it wasn't a pussy. It was just plastic, just a hole for him to fuck.

Marco crawled on top of Marie and they kissed. Her hands moved over his body. He kissed her neck and the tops of her breasts. She guided his cock inside her as Reese slid into the doll.

"Fuck, you feel so good inside me," Marie said.

"Do you think the doll feels the same way about your husband?"

Marie looked at Reese, who was trying his best not to look like he was thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of having sex with the doll.

"I can't imagine the doll is enjoying his cock," Marie said with a smile. "I certainly don't, which is why he's not inside me right now. I love him, but I'm not sure he deserves to fuck me. Not when I have someone far superior at my disposal."

"I don't deserve you," Reese replied, embracing his humiliation. "This doll is what I deserve."

Marie reached over and their fingers entwined. He fucked the doll while Marco fucked her. He embraced the intense humiliation of being made to fuck the doll and, even more than that, enjoying it.

"Cum in her pussy, my love," Marie said. "Cum in that doll's pussy while a superior man fucks your wife."

Reese held off a little longer. He kissed the doll, mostly because he wanted to fall deeper into his humiliation. He listened to Marco and his wife kissing. He felt intense jealousy, which further fueled his humiliation.

Reese came inside the doll. He grunted and groaned and Marie squeezed his hand and then unleashed a scream of pleasure that made it obvious she too was having an orgasm. Reese felt delight at the idea that his humiliation had deepened his wife's pleasure, that he had served her in that way.

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it as Marco continued to fuck her. She moaned, pulled her hand from Reese's, and grabbed her lover's ass. She wrapped her legs around him as Reese pulled out and slid back. He laid on his stomach between the doll's legs and licked his cum from the fake pussy, all while watching his wife and her lover have wild sex.

Marie came a second time and Marco joined her soon after. Reese continued to clean the doll's pussy, licking up his messy, sticky, salty load while a sense of gratitude coursed through him. He'd been given a beautiful reward, after all. He'd had sex, just not the kind he thought he'd get to have. It was still good sex, though, and the orgasm was world class.

Marco pulled out as Reese pushed the blow up doll off the bed. His wife's lover took its place.

"Clean him first, my love," Marie said. "Then you can clean my pussy."

Reese cleaned as instructed. He took his time with Marie's pussy and tried his best to arouse her for another round with her lover. He succeeded, too, and Marie dismissed him from the bedroom to prepare dessert - he'd made brownies earlier and was going to serve them with ice cream and chocolate sauce - and Reese listened to them fuck as he made his way to the kitchen with the taste of his cum still on his tongue and the joy of the evening's rewards still coursing through his body.