The Reluctant Cuckold and His Defiant Wife

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It took nearly three weeks for the Hendersons to pack up most of the clutter from their home. Once they'd done so, Sean brought in a photographer and videographer to document the splendor of the house he intended on selling as quickly as possible.

A few days later, the listing was ready to go up. Sean worked tirelessly on the language and put together a physical mailing that he'd pay to send to anyone in the wealthier districts of all the surrounding towns. That part wasn't cheap, but being a high end real estate agent meant spending money before you sold a home. Sean didn't love going thousands of dollars in the hole - there was a chance he wouldn't sell the home, after all - but he knew it was necessary.

Sean scheduled an open house on a Saturday. The postcards had arrived in mailboxes that week and they'd included the date of the open house. He expected they'd get a great many people strolling through, especially since the nicer houses tended to draw in folks who couldn't begin to afford the home but wanted a look at how the other half lived.

The most important attendees were the other real estate agents. Sean knew that the buyer's agents would be in line for a generous commission as well and that his listing would draw plenty of people looking to cash in on their half of the sale. He was ready with all the facts and figures and would sell the hell out of the house to those agents, who would then bring their clients for private showings where the selling would really unfold.

Mr. and Mrs. Henderson wanted to stay for the open house - so many clients do - but Sean convinced them it was for the best that they enjoy a weekend getaway. He even offered to pay for a nice dinner for them while they were away.

Attendance was better than Sean expected. He chalked that up to the excellent pictures, especially those that depicted the landscaping. There's a lot to be said for a home having wondrous curb appeal and the Hendersons had done a marvelous job of tending to their flowers, trees, and lawn.

Sean filled the house with the scent of baking cookies - a well known trick that still got the job done - and wore his best suit. Sometimes he dressed down a little to seem friendlier, but the people with enough money to buy the house were the sort that wanted a sense that the real estate agent was a high-end type of man that could afford a good suit.

Sean spent his whole day selling. To a casual observer it might have looked like he was simply socializing, but he was selling the hell out of the house. He wasn't surprised to get a sense of real jealousy from several of the other real estate agents, most of whom expressed gentle surprise at Sean having landed the listing. They weren't wrong to be surprised, of course. He didn't play in the high end market and the only reason he'd risen to that point was because a wealthy man was cuckolding him against his will and Sean was making the best of that very strange situation.

Robert - the man cuckolding Sean - showed up near the end of the open house. He came in, shook Sean's hand, and offered a few complimentary words about the state of the house and the quality of the materials Sean had put together. He seemed especially impressed with the video tour of the house.

"Mind if I have a look around?" Robert asked, though he didn't need permission. The power dynamic between them was clear - Sean had none of the power - but Robert seemed to delight in gently reminding Sean of his place in their relationship.

"No, please, you're welcome to do as you like," Sean replied.

Robert smiled. "That's true, isn't it?" He leaned in and quietly added, "I certainly did as I pleased with your wife last night. She was very accommodating to my desires, though. She always is. In some ways, Sean, I think Mia was always meant to be a rich man's wife."

Sean felt a chill run down his spine as Robert walked away. Mia had come home the night before and pushed Sean to his knees mere moments after walking through the door. She'd fed him Robert's cum directly from her pussy - and made him lick her panties clean after he'd finished - and she'd done so without saying a word until he was finished. Then she'd smiled and said, "Such a hungry little cum slut."

Mia had walked away and left Sean on his knees nursing a boner that he'd resented the moment it sprang forth from his loins.

It was the comment about Mia being meant to be a rich man's wife that Sean found truly chilling, though. He knew what it meant, as it wasn't lost on Sean that wealthy men tended to be freer with their sexual demands. After all, there was no shortage of beautiful, willing young women that would happily marry a rich man and service him sexually in exchange for the comforts that money provides. Robert was, in effect, saying that Mia had proven herself willing to satisfy any and every sexual desire that her lover expressed.

There was a potential deeper meaning, though, one that Sean found himself distracted by as he stood there in the home he intended on selling. It seemed possible that Robert was hinting at his intent to take Mia from Sean, to make her his wife, to make her into the kind of kept woman that luxuriates in the wealth her husband has earned while tending to his sexual needs, spending his money on charitable causes so they can rise to the top of the town's social ladder, going on luxury vacations (with more sexual service being offered), and largely living the good life.

Robert had long left the room when Sean cleared his head enough to consider asking after the other man's intentions. He was on the verge of embarking on a search for Robert when a fellow agent walked up and started peppering Sean with questions, several of which were related to the price flexibility of the Hendersons. The agent was dressed in a Zegna suit - a hugely expensive brand - and Sean could practically see him salivating over the idea of getting a deal on the house, grabbing a fat commission on the sale, and then bragging about how he'd taken Sean for a ride.

"You know," Sean said with a cocky smile, "I'm fairly certain there's going to be a lot of interest in the house, so I can't imagine the Hendersons will have to be even a little bit flexible when it comes to price. My guess would be that I'll be able to present them with a handful of offers and they'll get to choose which family they'd most like to take ownership of their home."

Sean's confidence clearly annoyed the other agent and he found himself feeling rather delighted at being in the power position for just a moment. He felt as though he perfectly understood why Robert took such delight in fucking Mia while Sean watched. Yes, she was beautiful and her pussy was undoubtedly a wellspring of intense pleasure, but the sense of power must have been intoxicating, thereby elevating the sex to something truly exquisite.

"I hope you're right, for your client's sake at the very least. If you're not, I imagine it will be difficult for you to get another listing like this one," the agent said, leveling a gentle threat that annoyed Sean to no end.

He took the high road, though, as there was very little point in taking the bait. He clapped the man on the shoulder, laughed, and said, "You're right about that. This is a great property, though, and I'm pretty sure it's going to sell itself."

The agent's shoulders sank for a moment. "Fair enough. I do have a few clients that I think will love it. When's a good time for a private showing?"

"The Henderson's are away for a long weekend, so tomorrow or Monday would work. They're flexible, though, so I can schedule something any time your clients are available. You have my number, so send me a text whenever you want to set something up."

They shook hands and the agent walked away. Sean felt like he'd claimed a victory, though he knew it was the smallest sort. Still, it brought with it a sense of satisfaction.

As he basked in his small victory, Mia entered the home. She looked resplendent in a yellow sundress that offered a stunning view of her cleavage. She'd paired it with chunky white and wicker heels and it struck him that she looked every bit like a wealthy man's wife, or at least Sean's vision of that kind of woman.

Mia smiled and strode towards him with a sway in her hips. Sean felt like he was the wealthy man she was coming home to, the one she was trying to impress and arouse with her fantastically beautiful dress and tight, gym-honed body.

"The house looks great," she said. "How's it going..."

Sean interrupted his wife by pulling her close for a kiss. At first her body tensed up and a surprised, muffled yelp escaped her lips, but then she relaxed into his grasp and her hand found its way to the back of his head. Her fingers danced through his hair as he pulled her closer until her pelvis was pressed against the newly formed bulge in his pants.

"Well...it's nice to see you too," she said with a smile as Sean released her from his grasp. "That was...that was really something."

Sean's eyes roamed over her body for a moment. "You look incredible, Mia."

Her smile seemed genuine. "Thank you." Then she looked a little bit embarrassed. "Is Robert here?"

"He is. Did he ask you to come?"

She nodded.

Sean glanced around to make sure they were alone. "Is he going to fuck you in this house?"

"Yes, he is, and when he's done you're going to clean up his mess."

Sean felt like he was on a roller coaster. Mere moments ago he'd shared an invigorating kiss with his wife that made him want desperately to fuck her. Now he was lost in an entirely different sexual headspace, one that included an unexpected level of arousal related to the idea of cleaning another man's cum out of his wife's pussy. It wasn't something that should have turned him on and he mostly hated that it did, but it felt like he had little to no control over it.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

There was genuine concern in her eyes and it made Sean happier than he could have imagined. "Yes, actually, I am. Go have fun with Robert. Truly."

Mia studied him for a few seconds and then stepped closer. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "You're starting to like cleaning his cum out of me, aren't you?"

Sean closed his eyes and as a strange sense of relaxation wash over him. "Yes."

Her lips found his neck and she kissed him a handful of times. Sean's cock stiffened. "I like it too," she said softly. "Sometimes feeding you his load makes me cum just as hard as his cock does."

Mia walked away. Right before leaving the room she turned and blew Sean a kiss. Then, to his delight, she lifted the back of her dress and revealed she wasn't wearing panties. The soft material fell over her taut backside a moment later and then she was gone.

Though he could have spent the rest of the afternoon ruminating on their interaction, Sean was forced into realtor mode when an agent showed up with their clients. They were young and wealthy-looking and he took them on a tour of the house. They ran into Mia and Robert during the tour and they briefly pretended to be a couple looking at buying the home. They held hands. They shared a bit of affection. They also seemed to be working to make the other couple fearful that they'd lose the house if they weren't swift in getting their bid in.

Sean looked back as he walked out with the couple. He saw his wife step into Robert's arms. He saw them share a remarkably deep kiss. He saw Robert lift the back of Mia's dress and grab two handfuls of her ass. He saw passion between them and it filled him both insecurity and arousal, which was an increasingly common experience that he was growing more comfortable with, much to his chagrin.

After seeing the young couple and their agent out, the open house was over. Sean got in his car to collect the signs from around the neighborhood and parked once more in front of the spectacular home he hoped would be sold in the next handful of weeks.

Most of the time, Sean would head inside, clean up, lock up, and go home. Today would be different, though, because his wife and her lover were still in the house. They were probably having sex and Sean would soon be engaging in a very different kind of clean up from the sort he usually did after an open house.

Once inside, Sean could hear Mia's moans. She was quite clearly getting fucked. The house was big, though, so it wasn't clear where the cheating - though it couldn't really be called that anymore - was happening. Sean put his hands in his pockets and strolled through the Henderson's home. Oddly enough, he found himself wondering what it would be like to live there with Mia. He imagined them sunbathing in the backyard. He imagined himself swimming laps to stay in shape as he got older. He imagined cooking with her in the expansive Italian-style kitchen. He imagined big dinners around the gorgeous hand-carved wooden table in their dining room. He did it all while listening to another man fuck his wife, which proved to be yet another in a long line of strange experiences in the months since Sean had walked in on his wife having sex with Robert.

"Cum inside me!" Mia cried out. "Cum in my married pussy!"

Sean hated that those words aroused him. He loved it, too.

He headed upstairs and down the hallway. He found his wife and her lover in the Henderson's master bedroom. Mia was standing in front of the window with her hands resting on the sill and her yellow sundress bunched up around her waist. Robert was behind her with his hands on her hips and his cock buried inside her as he emptied his load into her pussy.

Mia looked over her shoulder and smiled at Sean. "You're just in time to clean up, cuckold."

Sean stepped into the room. Excitement coursed through him. He cursed himself for allowing that sensation to present itself, but he had no control over it.

Robert leaned forward and kissed Mia. She offered her tongue and he took it. He moaned and he fucked her just a bit, no doubt enjoying the heat and wetness of her pussy around his still-stiff cock.

"I love the way you fuck me," she said softly. "I love how it feels to have your dick inside me. I love that I get to make you feel so good, Robert, that I get to make you cum, that I get to have your cum inside me."

Sean thought of the privileges of being a rich man. He wondered how honest Mia was being. Did she really find pleasure in being on the receiving end of Robert's loads? Was there genuine satisfaction to be found in providing pleasure to a man that could have all manner of women if he wanted? Sean knew the answer, though. Of course there was pleasure in it. Robert's wealth and good looks entitled him to the affection of countless women and he'd chosen Mia, which made her feel good.

"Come here, cuck," Robert said. "Get on your knees. You need to get your mouth on her pussy the moment I pull out as I imagine cleaning my cum out of the Henderson's carpet will prove difficult."

Sean got on his knees next to Robert. He stared as the long cock pulled out of Mia's pussy. He leaned in closer. He was eager to clean up - despite hating that he was eager - but he was also genuinely interested in keeping Robert's cum off the carpet.

Sean moved in the moment Robert pulled out. He managed to catch a thick globule of semen right before it slipped from Mia's pussy. He swallowed quickly and then went to work cleaning the other man's load from her.

"Fuck, Sean...eat that cum out of me. Eat his load out of me. Eat up every drop like a good cuckold."

Robert hadn't moved away. Instead, he'd gotten closer to Mia. He kissed her. Sean looked up and watched his wife's tongue entwine with Robert's. He seethed with jealousy, though his dick was hard, too, resulting in a frustrating emotional experience.

"I want you to spend the night with me," Robert said. "Sean has plenty of clean up work to do here anyway. I'll make dinner. We'll eat on the back patio. We'll get a little tipsy on wine. I'll do unholy things to your body."

"And I'll make you cum as many times as I can."

Robert smiled and caressed her face. Mia turned her head and managed to get her lips around one of his fingers. Their eyes met as she sucked on it, all while Sean continued to feed on her cum-filled pussy.

"You really do like the way I make you feel, don't you?" Robert asked.

Mia nodded.

"You like being a source of such intense pleasure for me. You like being able to make me cum in ways no woman has ever made me cum?"

She nodded again.

"You're a very special woman, Mia, and you happen to be married to a man who is, in his own way, special as well."

He pulled his finger from her mouth and they kissed again. As they did, Mia reached back and put a hand on Sean's head. She pulled him closer. His nose pressed into her taint and he could feel her asshole rubbing over his forehead. He kept on eating pussy and cleaning cum, though, and he managed to find her clit with his tongue and elicit a moan of pleasure a few times.

Sean heard Mia stroking Robert's cock a little. It was clearly still wet from her pussy.

"Sean, baby, lick my fingers clean," she said.

He turned and saw that her fingers were coated with a mixture of creamy pussy discharge and cum that she'd collected from Robert's cock, which was still remarkably hard. Sean leaned closer and took his wife's fingers in his mouth. He sucked them clean.

"Maybe he should suck your dick clean, too," she whispered to her lover. "There's still cum and pussy cream on it, after all, and you shouldn't have to tuck it back into your pants when it's messy like that. Maybe my cuck should suck it clean."

Fear gripped Sean. He couldn't. He just couldn't.

"Do you want to see your husband suck my dick, Mia?" Robert asked.

"I think I do," she replied.

Sean couldn't believe it. Why would Mia want that?

"I've never had a man suck my dick."

Mia laughed softly. "He's not a man. He's a cuck. He just ate your cum out of my pussy. He's sucking it off my fingers right now. A man wouldn't do that. A cuck would, though."

Sean still couldn't believe it was his wife talking, that Mia was saying those things, and saying them like Sean wasn't there.

"I'll tell you what," Robert said, "I think I could be into that. I mean, fuck, I know I could be into that in a weird way. Let's wait, though. Let's make him suck my dick before I fuck you. That way I'll be turned on and it will be just a little more humiliating for him to prep my cock with his mouth."

"Mmm, I like that," she said softly. "We can make him put your dick inside me, too. Make him guide it into my married pussy and then make him watch as you do as you please with me, as you fuck me, as you use me for your pleasure, as you pump your load deep into my tight little cunt."

Mia spun around and leaned against the window. She grabbed a handful of Sean's hair and pulled his mouth to her pussy. He went to work like he knew he wanted. He ate her pussy. He gave her an orgasm while she kissed Robert, while he played with her tits in the sundress, while they indulged in their obvious and endless desire for each other.

When she'd cum, Mia lowered her dress, stepped away from the window, and bent over to kiss Sean on the forehead. "You did a good job today, cuck. With the showing and with your duties afterward. I'm going to spend the night with Robert, of course. I'll see you at home tomorrow morning."

Robert tucked his cock back into his pants, took Mia's hand, and walked out of the bedroom with her. Sean closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried his best to push away any thoughts of having to suck Robert's dick. That was a problem for another day.

Sean had plenty of clean up to do - the house couldn't be even slightly messy when the Hendersons returned - so he set about the task of undoing the small messes the potential buyers had left behind and he tried his very best not to think about Robert, Mia, and what the future of his marriage looked like.

With any luck, Sean would sell the house, collect a hefty commission, and establish himself as a desirable realtor for the high end market. Then he could reclaim his wife from Robert and become the kind of man he’d always wanted to be.