Submission is Bliss - Part 7

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"I think it would be better if you were on your knees, cuck."

In the mirror, I saw Neil's lips curl into a slight smile before he fell to his knees. When he's in cuck mode he adores being ordered around, and since I was trying on lingerie - at home - for my bull, Neil was absolutely in cuck mode.

"What do you think of this one?" I asked as I turned from one side to the other. I had on a black bodysuit with a plunging neckline that showed off a great deal of cleavage. It was one of the more expensive pieces of lingerie I owned and the lace felt exquisite, which in turn made me feel sexy, which I liked very much, as you might imagine. I wasn't sure it was a night for delicate lingerie, though, as I expected Edgar was keen on fucking me with great vigor.

"It's perfect, Jess," he said. "It's so sexy."

"You may kiss my leg."

Neil crawled a little closer, leaned in, and kissed the side of my thigh. I watched in the mirror and felt a lovely surge of pleasure between my legs. There's something so beautiful about Neil's embrace of his submissive desires and about the chemistry we have when we play in domme/sub mode.

I hadn't seen Edgar since our little trip - where I seduced Davis, the handsome man that I lured into our naughty world - but I had informed my bull that I'd slept with another man. If I'm being honest, I was hoping to have inspired a bit of jealousy in Edgar. He doesn't have exclusive access to me, of course, but I still like the idea of him trying to reclaim me, trying to remind me why he's my bull, why he's the one that's satisfied me me a great deal more than any other man since I met him.

"Are you looking forward to tonight, cuck?" I asked.

He looked up and nodded before kissing my leg once more. I ran my hands over the bodysuit - spending some time with my breasts - and looked at him in the mirror.

"What would an ideal night with my bull look like for you, cuck?"

It wasn't often that I asked a question like that, so Neil's first reaction was surprise. I do think it was a little bit of a challenge for him to answer, though, as submissive men can sometimes get uncomfortable when asked to express their desires, as their ultimate desire is to please their wife.

"I'd love it if I was given permission to worship your pussy before he arrives, to ensure that you're even more deeply excited for him."

"And what else?"

He looked away for a moment. "I'd like to fluff him for you."

Even after all the cocksucking Neil had done for me, he still sometimes found it difficult to meet my gaze while admitting that he wanted to suck dick to please his wife. I imagine that's because it wasn't a purely pleasurable act for him. It was, in fact, Neil going against the instincts of a straight man. Therein lies the pleasure of making him suck cock, of course.

"I'd like that too," I said as I ran my fingers through his hair and over his upper back. "I think I'm going to have you do quite a bit of cocksucking tonight, in fact. You'll fluff him. I'll have you close by as he fucks me so he can pull out and use your mouth to clean my juices off of him. You'll be awash in the beautiful humiliation of being a cuck all night long. Doesn't that sound lovely?"

"It does," Neil admitted.

"I'd like to wear something a little less delicate for tonight. Go to the closet and find me that strappy bra, panty, and garter belt set that you enjoy so much. The one you say makes me look dominant. Stockings and heels, too. I want Edgar to feel a little more of a challenge, like he's working to conquer a dominant goddess tonight, like he's going to subdue me with his glorious cock and fuck me into oblivion as he works to flood my pussy with multiple loads of his seed that my cuck can devour."

Neil was hard when he stood up and I stopped him from rushing to the closet.

"Get naked, cuck," I demanded.

He stripped and I played with his cock a little once he was naked. He was determined to have me wildly aroused by the time Edgar arrived and I was equally enamored with the idea of having my cuck out of his mind with lust.

We kissed as I teased his dick. His hands moved over my body with wild abandon. He touched me in all the right places, too, managing to enflame my desire without having to use his tongue. I very nearly surrendered to that desire and let Neil fuck me. Edgar is much better, of course, but my husband isn't exactly worthless when it comes to sex. It's just more fun to tease him, deny him, and cuck him, especially when I can always have a man like Edgar in my life.

"I want you," Neil said. Despite knowing that I was rarely interested in allowing him inside me, I'd made it clear that I liked hearing his declarations of desire.

"If Edgar wasn't coming over," I said softly, "I'd let you have me, Neil. I'd let you bury your cock in my slick pussy. I'd like you fuck me as hard as you like."

He groaned and I'm pretty sure it was out of frustration, which delighted me.

"But my bull is coming over, so instead of fucking me, you're going to be an obedient cuck. You're going to do as you're told, when you're told. You're going to serve. You're going to watch. You're going to clean up."

"I'll be a good cuck," he said.

"Now go get my lingerie."

Neil retrieved the lingerie set I desired and dressed me in it. Edgar's a fan of stockings and heels, so that was a necessity, and the strappy nature of the bra and panties really did make me seem a bit more dominant. It was the exact energy I was looking to communicate. I didn't want to play the part of the submissive lover to be taken by Edgar. I wanted us to take each other, to conquer each other, to fuck with wild abandon while we made my cuck husband embrace his place.

Once dressed, I crawled into the bed and let Neil arouse me with his tongue. I made him work for it, of course, by working his way up my feet and legs before he was permitted to put his tongue inside me. He's a cuck. He should have to work for any reward, especially the blissful reward of tasting my pussy before my bull comes over to have his way with me.

Neil spent a good half hour between my legs, though not all of it was worshiping my pussy. I didn't want to cum, after all, so he spent a lot of time kissing my thighs, caressing me, tasting and fingering my pussy, and then, of course, licking my clit, which left me completely and utterly soaked for Edgar's arrival, which was announced via a text.

"That's enough," I said. "My bull is on his way over."

Neil sat back on his knees and wiped my juices from his lips. Much to my delight, his cock was still hard. That happens when you're a cuck and your wife lets you worship the pussy that her bull is going to fuck. You can't help but get turned on.

"I think I'll wait here," I informed my cuck. "You can welcome Edgar to our home and inform him that I'm in the bedroom waiting to be satisfied by a real man."

"Of course."

He backed out of the bed and headed for the door. He didn't bother trying to get dressed because he knew that I'd have told him to do so if it's what I'd wanted.

"Thank you for letting me worship your pussy," he said in the doorway. "I really love being able to turn you on before Edgar fucks you."

I blew Neil a kiss and he walked out. I let my head fall to the pillow and smiled. I was about to get fucked, and fucked quite thoroughly. I could feel the anticipation coursing through me. My body was eager in a way that really doesn't happen in a long term relationship. That's a big part of why I love to cuckold my husband, though.

Edgar appeared in our bedroom doorway soon after arriving. He smiled. I wasn't sure where Neil was, but in that moment I didn't really care. I'd planned on remaining in the bed and letting Edgar come to me, but desire propelled me towards him. I had to touch him, to kiss him, to feel his body against mine, to feel his tongue in my mouth.

"I missed you," I said after a long kiss.

"Yeah?" he asked.

I nodded and reached between his legs. "I missed this," I said as I grasped his cock.

"Yeah? Was the dick you got on vacation not as good as mine?"

I kissed his neck. "It was good dick. Very good, in fact. I guess we'll have to see if yours is as good as his was."

He took my head in his hands and kissed me in an all-consuming way. One hand moved down my back and he pulled my close. I let my body melt into his as our tongues indulged in a deep, exploratory dance.

"He made you feel good?" Edgar asked. "Your vacation friend? He fucked you like you needed to be fucked?"

I smiled. Edgar wasn't an insecure man, but he was a bit jealous, as any man would have been. I took his hand and led him into the bedroom until I was sitting on the edge of the bed with him standing between my legs.

"He needed to be coaxed into being what I craved," I explained. "He wasn't exactly vanilla, but he was a lot closer to that than you are, so I had to help him along, to open him up a little, to show him that there are pleasures beyond those he'd imagined."

I loosened his belt as Neil appeared in the room with a drink in his hand. He gave it to Edgar, who raised it in a simple show of thanks and took a sip. I then lowered my bull's pants and underwear and took his stiff cock in my hand as I looked up at him.

"Did you enjoy sucking Davis's cock?" I asked Neil without looking away from my bull. "Did you enjoy giving a man his first bisexual blowjob? Did you enjoy showing him that letting a man suck his dick didn't have to be unpleasant?"

"I enjoyed that it made you happy," Neil admitted. "I enjoy being a cocksucker for you, Jess."

My pussy surged with desire. My husband didn't enjoy being a cocksucker, but he did enjoy doing it for me. A subtle difference, but one that resulted in a torrent of lust as I stroked my bull.

"Once he surrendered to the kind of pleasure I wanted to show him, Davis proved to be an excellent lover," I said to Edgar. "He fucked me multiple times while my husband watched. He fucked me long and hard. He made me cum all over his big dick countless times. Didn't he, cuck?"

"He did," Neil said.

Edgar smiled and sipped the drink my husband had made for him. He knew he was being challenged. He also knew he was up for the challenge. That much was obvious from the way he smiled and the fire I saw in his eyes.

"Suck his dick, cuck," I ordered.

Edgar stepped out of his jeans and underwear and turned towards my husband. I watched my cuck get on his knees in front of the sexually superior man, clasp his hands behind his back, and lean forward to put his mouth to work in the manner in which I desired. He wrapped his lips around the head of Edgar's cock as I ran my hands over my bull's lower back and ass. I moaned while I did so and he sipped his drink and looked down at me.

"Your husband's become a good cocksucker," he said with a smile. "You've trained him well, Jess."

"He's become quite the dirty little slut with his mouth. He knows how much it turns me on to see him suck on a superior cock. He knows I like it when he shows me that he knows his place, that he understands that he's beneath you."

I put a hand on the back of Neil's head and pushed until I heard him gagging. I lifted Edgar's shirt and leaned in to kiss the side of his chest. He swallowed the last of his drink and I took the glass and set it on the nightstand. I stood and moved behind my bull. I took his shirt off and ran my hands over his chest and stomach. I kissed the back of his neck and shoulders and heard Neil gagging. I looked down to see that Edgar was now gently fucking my husband's mouth.

"Take it, faggot," I said. "Take him in your throat. Give yourself to him. Show the superior man that you're willing to do whatever it takes to make him feel good."

I grasped Edgar's ass cheeks and then, for no reason in particular, gave one a hard smack. He cried out and then laughed.

"Naughty girl," he said.

Neil gasped for air and Edgar spun around. We kissed. I stroked his slick cock. Then, I reached back and parted his ass cheeks.

"Eat his ass, cuck," I instructed.

Edgar smiled.

"Very naughty girl."

"He's a fucking cuck. He'll do as he's told, even if he doesn't like it, and if he objects, he can get the fuck out while a superior man pounds his wife's pussy."

Neil didn't object. He did his job. He leaned in. He ate Edgar's ass. I kissed my bull deeply as my cuck husband acted like a hungry faggot at my instruction. I managed to grasp the back of his head and pulled him deeper between my bull's ass cheeks, smothering him in Edgar's flesh while he tongued the tight asshole of the man that would soon be in my cunt.

As Neil ate ass, I dropped to my knees and took Edgar in my mouth. I like making my husband suck dick, but it makes me wet, too. I don't really care for sucking Neil's cock, but when it's a bull, when it's a man that can satisfy my pussy, it feels good to get him worked up with my mouth, to show him that I want to pleasure him, that I want him wild with desire for me.

"Fuck, Jess, that's so fucking good," Edgar said.

He slipped into my throat and I held him there for a few moments. I then embarked on a brief deepthroat blowjob, showing off my talent and reminding him why being with me is more sexually satisfying than any relationship he's ever been in. I know how to make a man feel good, after all, and I'm not the slightest bit shy about committing to doing so with every fiber of my being.

"Cuck, get in the bed. On your back."

Neil stood as I stroked Edgar's cock and kissed the head. He got on his back as instructed and I looked up at my bull.

"Fuck his throat."

Edgar turned, guided his dick into Neil's mouth, and fucked his throat. He made my husband gag and spit up, leaving a trail of thick saliva on Neil's face. He made his eyes water. He made him suffer, in a way, and I played with my pussy while it happened because I love to see Neil submit.

I stood and crawled on top of my cuck. I lowered my pussy until it was right over his mouth, and then I turned and looked back at Edgar, who was waiting to enter me.

"Fuck me," I said.

My bull's cock slid into my pussy from behind. I was close enough to Neil's face that there was a chance Edgar's balls were resting on his forehead. At the very least he could smell the other man's private parts. He could smell my pussy. He could smell our desire. He could hear it, too. When you're that close, the sound of a slick, tight pussy taking a big cock is undeniably loud and for my cuck, an absolute dream.

"You can lick his cock and balls, cuck, but don't you go anywhere near my clit unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Neil answered.

"Fuck me."

Edgar grabbed my hips and fucked my pussy with wild abandon, just as I knew he would. I'd given myself to another man while on vacation and Edgar was reclaiming me. He was making me his again. He was showing me that he fucked me better than any man. I would always maintain my ability to fuck whoever I desired, of course, but it felt good to be fucked like that, to be taken like that, to enjoy such a hard pounding in a style my cuckold would literally never be able to provide me.

I leaned forward and Edgar's cock slipped out of me. Without needing to be told, he slid into Neil's mouth. He fucked the cuck's face, making him choke on the cock that had just been inside his wife. I stroked Neil's dick and teased his balls while he blew my bull. I listened to him gagging. My pussy gushed. It's fucking hot to humiliate him like that, in part because he likes it and in part because something about having that level of control turns me the fuck on.

I pushed my hips back and Edgar slid into me again. He smacked my ass a handful of times and I yelped, though I do always find it exciting to take a bit of a mild spanking as I'm getting fucked.

Edgar leaned forward, wrapped his arm around my stomach, and lifted until I was upright on my knees. His hand grasped one of my breasts and I arched my back so he could keep fucking me while he held me up. I turned my head and we kissed.

"Does that dick feel good?" he asked.

"So fucking good."

He fucked me harder. His ability to fuck hard and fast for a long time had always impressed me, and of course it had always pleased my pussy.

"I'm going to fuck you all night long, Jess," he said. "I'm going to leave your pussy sore. I'm going to leave you a sore, wet mess."

"My pussy is yours," I replied with a moan. "You can have it as many times as you want, Edgar. Show my cuck what kind of man you are. Show him that you have the kind of stamina and virility that a cuck can only dream of. Make him eat half a dozen of your loads out of my pussy before he's even allowed to dream of cumming."

Edgar pushed me down and forward and his dick was in my cuck's throat again soon after. I kissed Neil's thighs as he choked on another man's cock. I moaned because my pussy gushed.

"Fuck me again, Edgar. Fuck me and cum inside me. Fuck me and cum deep in my pussy so I can ride my cuck's face."

Edgar found another gear and somehow fucked me harder.

"Lick my clit, cuck!"

Neil put his tongue to work. He licked my clit like a good cuck. A real man got to enjoy my pussy, but Neil helped put me over the top. My thighs began to tremble. I gripped Neil's thighs for balance. I moaned with his cock right beneath me. My toes curled.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!"

I climaxed hard. Edgar kept pounding me as I lowered my body onto Neil's, using him very much like a bed. Edgar put his hands on my lower back and after a few more hard thrusts he buried himself inside me and unleashed, cumming hard and, I hoped, in a wondrously deep manner. The moans, grunts, and groans coming from him indicated it was a world class orgasm, certainly.

He pulled out and I immediately sat up and lowered my pussy onto Neil's face. Edgar's body pressed against my back and I turned my head to kiss him. I delighted in the thought that his dick was now resting on Neil's forehead.

"You're better than my vacation lover," I said. "Though he had the stamina to fuck me multiple times, so I suppose we'll see how much better than him you are."

Edgar smiled. "Like I said, I'm going to fuck you all night long, Jess."

"We'll have to get the cuck working on fluffing you soon, then."

"I have a feeling your husband's going to be sucking an awful lot of dick tonight."

I laughed. "You hear that, cuck? You're going to be a cocksucking, cum eating faggot for most of the night. Tomorrow morning, too, I imagine. I hope you're ready. I hope you're eager. I hope you understand you don't have a chance at an orgasm until after Edgar leaves tomorrow."

He was being smothered by my cum-filled pussy, so he didn't say a word. I'm sure he understood, though. Neil knows what it means to be a cuck. He gets off on every aspect of it, too.

Neil really did suck a lot of dick that night. A whole lot. He ate a lot of cum, too. He slept on the bedroom floor and Edgar and I shared the bed. He fluffed Edgar again in the morning. He ate my pussy while I rode my bull in reverse cowgirl. He ate another load out of me. He cooked us breakfast.

After Edgar left, I jerked Neil off into the toilet. I don't normally do that, but I wanted a fitting capper to a night of humiliation and domination for him, so down the toilet his cum went. It was a good orgasm, though. I think he liked the added bit of humiliation. He was quite thankful afterwards. He was dutiful as he showered with me, too, cleaning every bit of me and eating my ass and pussy.

Maybe I should go on vacation and fuck other men more often, as it inspired the best night of sex I've ever had, and I'm pretty sure it was among the best nights of Edgar's life, too.