The Luckiest Cuckold - Part 6

Click here to read the previous parts of the story.

---

Naomi was meant to be doing her hair and makeup, but instead she stood at the bathroom counter doing nothing at all. She didn't seem to notice Louis's presence in the bedroom, so he stood and watched for a minute before clearing his throat.

"Oh, shit, Louis," she said with a smile. "You scared me."

"Is everything alright?"

He was in the bathroom doorway at that point and though he was a touch concerned, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over his wife's naked body. Her hair was still damp and her skin a touch red due to her penchant for taking remarkably hot showers.

"I was just thinking...should we be doing this?" she asked.

"This?"

Naomi looked at him in the mirror and then turned to face her husband. "Everything with Colin. The...I don't know, level of control we've given him, I guess. Is that...should we be doing that?"

Though it was bold, Louis stepped closer and reached between his wife's legs. His fingers entered her with ease and when he leaned down to kiss her neck she moaned.

He pulled his fingers free and held them up, showing off the slickness he'd found inside her. "Isn't that your answer?"

Naomi smiled. "Okay, fair enough. I guess what I'm asking is if I'm...well, not to put too fine a point on it, but if I'm ruining you in the process of pleasing my bull. I mean, it seems like the thing that gives me an advantage over Natalie is that you're willing to participate in all of this while her husband isn't. That's why...that's why Natalie..."

She trailed off, perhaps because she was reluctant to say something that might sound cruel. Louis took her hand, lifted it to his lips, and offered a soft kiss. "Why Natalie sometimes has to take my cock instead of Colin's? Why she sometimes has to let the cuck fuck her and cum inside her?"

Colin did, from time to time, order Natalie to satisfy Louis's cock and he absolutely did so as a punishment of sorts. It wasn't that the sex was bad or that Louis's cock was entirely useless, but it was an absolute truth that he couldn't fuck a woman anywhere near as well as Colin could. Unfortunately for Natalie, while her husband was a willing cuckold, he wasn't willing to embrace the humiliations that came with being in person while his wife and Colin played. Louis, however, was more than happy to indulge in each and every little humiliation that came his way.

"Does it ever bother you that...that Colin does stuff like that?" Naomi asked. "That he humiliates you like that?"

Louis shook his head. "It turns me on, Naomi. You know it does."

She stepped closer and her lips hovered near his. "Yeah?"

"Yes."

"And when he makes you do his laundry while he's fucking me?" she asked.

"That turns me on."

"And when he makes you cook us dinner while I'm busy sucking him off?" she asked.

"That really turns me on."

"And when he makes you get on the bottom in a 69 as he fucks your wife from behind?"

Naomi was turned on, and not just because she was thinking about Colin, though Louis wondered if his wife understood that she was quite clearly aroused by the way her bull humiliated her cuckold husband.

"Naomi," he said as his fingers entered her once more, "you're wetter than you were before. Talking about this clearly turns you on. The things Colin does with me, the things he makes me do, the things I willingly do...those things turn you on. Is that the thing that's really bothering you about all of this? That you're turned on when your bull humiliates your cuck husband?"

She was quiet for a short while, though that could have been because Louis was doing his best to arouse her with his fingers. Then, she kissed his neck and let her lips linger against his skin for a few seconds before whispering, "I'm sorry, Louis. It does turn me on...but I can't help but worry that I'm, that Colin and I are...I don't know, ruining you."

He felt a chill run down his spine and his fingers fell from her pussy. "Naomi, are you saying that I'm being ruined in your eyes, or that you worry that I'm being ruined in my eyes?"

"I love you more now than I ever have, Louis," she said without hesitation. "So not in my eyes. Not even a little. Most men...they just wouldn't be able to handle the things you've done in the past few months, the things you've done for Colin. And I know...I know he wants more from you. I know he's really turned on by pushing you deeper and deeper, Louis. I know it turns him on to think of ways to humiliate you while he's fucking me."

"I know what we're doing is risky," he said. "I do. I think that's part of the fun of it for me, though, as crazy as that might sound. I like that Colin keeps upping the ante, that he's cumming inside you now, that he's making me clean his cum out of you, that he sometimes cums on you and makes me eat it off of you. I like that things keep getting wilder."

"You like that he lets you fuck Natalie from time to time too, don't you?"

Louis nodded. "But you don't."

Naomi shook her head. "Of course I don't. What woman wants to watch her husband fuck someone else? What woman wants to watch her husband cum inside another woman? What fucking woman wants to clean the cum out of that woman?"

Louis fingered her deeper. "But you want Colin so badly that you do all of that."

Naomi nodded.

"He has us both," he said. "You talked about maybe just finding someone else, about leaving him for another alpha male. You haven't, though, because there's a part of you that loves everything he does with us. There's a part of you that likes how unpredictable and wild and dominant he can be. There's a part of you that craves the novelty, just like me."

She nodded. "There's also a part of me that worries about all of it, that wonders if it will go too far some day."

"It might. It does seem like Colin can't be fully satisfied, that he needs to keep pushing our limits."

Louis pulled his fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean as she watched.

"I think he wants to see how far he can go," she said. "I'm not his wife, after all. I'm not even his girlfriend. I'm a hotwife and he's a bull. Our relationship is almost purely sexual. If it blows up, it doesn't mean anything to him and in the meantime he's going to push as far as he can because it turns him on."

Louis knew that was true. He was in touch with the same worry his wife experienced. He was certain that he wasn't being broken, though. Yes, he was regularly exposed to intense humiliation, but he craved it. He got off on it. He wanted more of it because it made his dick harder than anything ever had.

"Can I go down on you?" he asked.

"No," she replied with a smile. "You know the rules, Louis. My pussy belongs to Colin today. You need his permission to enjoy it in any way, and you don't have his permission. He'll be here soon, though, so you need to make sure the house is clean for his arrival. You need to remember, too, that Colin is the man of the house when he's here, that he makes the rules despite it being your home."

It was, of course, humiliating to be reminded of that. Louis knew that was the point, though. It wasn't just Colin that got off on humiliating him, after all. Naomi had embraced that as one of the pleasures of being a hotwife, perhaps because she knew it turned Louis on or perhaps because she had a touch of a sadistic streak. He wasn't sure why and it didn't matter because he fucking loved it.

"What are you waiting for?" Naomi asked as Louis stood there with half an erection and his body humming with desire.

He smiled. "Sorry. Right."

He turned to get to work on cleaning the house when Naomi stopped him.

"There's one more thing," she said.

"What's that?"

Naomi looked a bit sheepish, actually. "I wasn't going to say anything. Colin didn't make a demand. He just said that it would make him happy."

"What would make him happy?"

She took a deep breath. "If you were...if you were in a pair of my panties when he got here."

Louis stared at his wife as the suggestion washed over him. Her panties. Him in her panties. In women's underwear. Despite all the things he'd done as a cuckold, it struck him as something of a major boundary crossing. Maybe it wasn't, though. After all, it was just a pair of underwear.

"Do you...do you want me to wear your panties today?" he asked.

She stepped out of the bathroom and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire as he watched her breasts bounce gently with every step. Naomi stopped in front of him and rested her hand on Louis's chest. Her fingers moved to the side of his neck and caressed his face. They danced through his hair and came to rest on the back of his head.

"Can I be honest?" she asked before kissing him softly.

"Yes."

"I don't know why, but the thought of you wearing my panties while my bull is in our house...it makes my pussy tingle...and in a really good way. Does that make me awful?"

Louis shook his head. It didn't make her awful. Of course it didn't. It made her a hotwife that had fallen in lust with her bull. It made her a woman that wanted to make her bull happy. Louis still couldn't fully discern if Naomi found pleasure in humiliating him, but it seemed increasingly possible that she'd tapped into a vein of arousal in that particular realm.

"It just...I just keep thinking that it's exactly what a cuck should do," she said while her hand left the back of his head and moved between his legs. "I mean, this cock of yours can't come close to satisfying me the way Colin's does. Truly not even close. This cock of yours is utilized as a punishment for Natalie because she can't give Colin everything he wants. Doesn't that kind of cock deserve to be in a pair of women's underwear when a real man is in the house?"

Louis was certain his cock had never been so hard, that he'd never been as turned on as he was in that moment. The arousal felt dangerous, but that's because it was. On the other side of it was a world in which he fully embraced that he wasn't a real man, that his wife truly needed someone superior to satisfy her sexual desires, that he was, at his core, a cuck, and that his whole life should be shaped by that. In that moment, the notion was deeply appealing to Louis, hence the sense of danger.

"I want to wear the panties," he said. "Because you're right. A cock like mine should be in panties when there's a real man in the house."

"That's right, cuck," Naomi replied. "I picked out a nice pair for you. They're pink satin with lace trim. Very girly, which is fitting, don't you think? Colin is coming over to satisfy me the way a man should, so my cuck should be dressed in the girliest panties I own."

Louis understood why Naomi had been hesitant to embrace this side of herself. She must have felt the same sense of danger that he did. She was clearly turned on, though, and he liked that.

"Where are they?" he asked.

Naomi turned away from him and opened the top drawer of her dresser. She plucked the panties from the drawer - and they were just as feminine as she'd suggested - and slowly sauntered towards Louis with the underwear dangling from her finger.

Louis took the panties, set them on the bed, and stripped. Then he paused as he stared at the underwear his wife and her bull wanted him to wear. It was, in reality, a small thing to put them on. It felt momentous, though, and he had a strong sense that he stood at a point of no return. Louis put them on, though. He didn't want to return to a life as a vanilla couple. He pulled the satin panties up his legs. They were too small, but that only enhanced the effect of feminizing his cock and balls as they were soon encased in a snug satin prison. He knew he looked foolish - body hair and delicate panties didn't tend to mesh all that well - but he also knew that the foolishness was the point, or at least part of it.

Louis reached for his clothes, but Naomi stopped him. "No other clothing," she said. "Just panties, cuck. You'll answer the door in those panties. You'll remain in them - and only them - throughout the day. That's what Colin wants. He wants you to experience a constant reminder that you're a cuck, that he's the superior man, that he's the one that deserves to get his dick sucked by your wife. That he's the one that deserves to take your wife to your bed, to fuck your wife repeatedly, to flood your wife's pussy with his cum, which you will then clean out of me while you wear your panties."

Louis groaned.

"Are you okay?"

He smiled and nodded. "It hurts a little when my dick tries to get hard in the panties."

She stepped closer and caressed his cock and balls through the satin underwear. "Maybe that's a good thing. The fact that you're getting aroused while wearing panties and being told that you're not a real man is a good reminder of exactly the kind of man you are, isn't it?"

Louis got harder and groaned again.

Naomi kissed his neck stroked him with a touch more vigor. "Colin is the real man in my life," she whispered. "And he's going to spend today putting you in your place, Louis."

He felt a desperate desire for an orgasm. He felt precum dripping into the panties. He felt his balls tingle. He felt arousal gathering in his loins and spreading through the rest of his body.

"Thank you for being such a good cuck, Louis," she said. "For encouraging me to do whatever it takes to make Colin happy. I know I talked about leaving him, about finding another bull, but the truth is, I think he's the perfect bull for me and I want to be with him for a long, long time."

Louis noted the enraptured look on his wife's face. He felt roughly the same as her, though. A good bull apparently could have that effect on a cuckold and hotwife couple. He understood that he would play a part in keeping Colin around for a long time and Louis was more than willing to get on board with doing whatever it took to make his wife's bull happy.

"I'll be a good cuck, Naomi. I will. I'll be the best cuckold for you and Colin. I'll do whatever he wants, whatever you want, whatever it takes to make you both happy."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

He nodded.

She leaned in. Her lips brushed against his neck and for a few moments she sucked on his earlobe in a hugely arousing manner. "I'm sorry, cuck, but you can expect to have a cock in your mouth before long."

Louis tensed up. He wasn't sure why, but he hadn't considered that Colin would go that far, even though Naomi had actually mentioned it before.

"I know you don't want that. Colin knows you don't want that. I'm pretty sure that's why he's going to make you do it, though, and once you do it the first time I'm pretty sure you can expect to do it with great frequency," she said. "I'm pretty sure he's going to make you a cuckold cocksucker, baby. I'm pretty sure he's going to humiliate you in that way because he can, because you're willing to be humiliated, because you're actually so fucking eager to be humiliated."

She kissed him full on the lips and offered her tongue. She rubbed his pantied dick vigorously, too, and Louis felt his knees wobble from the intense arousal coursing through him.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he makes you suck dick today, cuck," she continued. "It would be fitting, after all. You're naked except for your cute panties. You're embracing your place as an inferior cuck. He's in our house. He'll be in our bed where you're supposed to be. If he makes you suck his dick here it would be so much more humiliating for you."

Louis was alarmingly close to having an orgasm, which was all the proof he needed that the intense humiliation being offered up was arousing to him, that it was, in fact, everything he craved.

He stepped back and Naomi looked alarmed.

"I almost came," he said.

She laughed softly. "You're such a cuck. I love you, Louis."

"I love you too, Naomi."

She stared at him for a second and said, "Please don't disappoint me today, Louis. Please don't disappoint Colin. Be a good cuck. Be everything you're capable of being. Show me that you're on board with your evolution into a different kind of husband, into the sort of husband that tends to his wife's needs by tending to her bull's needs."

"I'll be that kind of husband, Naomi. I will. I promise I will."

She rewarded him with a long, slow, deep kiss. Then she sent him on his way to clean the house for her bull's arrival. Louis left the bedroom erect, humming with desire, and more than a little nervous about what would unfold that evening and, even more importantly, what would unfold over the following months as Louis embraced his place as a cuck and went where his wife and her bull directed him.