The Reluctant Cuckold and His Defiant Wife - Part 5

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Marty Henderson was a tall man with white hair, a cheerful smile, and a far firmer grip than Sean was expecting.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Henderson," Sean said as they shook in the doorway to the home he hoped to sell in the next few months.

"You as well. Please, come in."

Marty stepped aside and Sean entered the home. He was a little disappointed to see that the furnishings looked as though they hadn’t been updated since the '90s. It was always a bit tougher to sell people on a home that looked old. The furnishings wouldn't remain, of course, but buyers always seemed to struggle to picture a home with their stuff in it.

"You have a beautiful home and a gorgeous property," Sean remarked. "Who does your landscaping?"

"Oh, that's almost all Sharon," Marty said.

A slender, gray-haired woman in khaki pants, a blouse, and a navy blue cardigan emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray with three glasses of what looked like lemonade.

"And there she is," Marty said with a smile. "Sean, this is my lovely wife of nearly 45 years, Sharon."

They all walked into the living room and Sharon put the tray on the coffee table before shaking hands with Sean. She then passed him a glass of lemonade and they all sat.

"Thank you for the drink, Sharon. It's really quite refreshing."

"She makes it herself," Marty said with obvious pride on his face. "Always has."

Sharon offered a bashful smile. "Oh, Marty, it's not that big a deal to make lemonade. It's really just sugar and lemon juice."

"Well, if it wasn't that big a deal you'd think that more people would do it. The real stuff is so much better!"

"Your husband is right to be proud, Sharon. This truly is exquisite lemonade."

"Why thank you, Sean, and thank you for coming to us and not making us come out to your office," she replied.

"Oh, no, of course. I like to get a feel for the house and a property before I start on the marketing materials, so I would have come over anyway. Now tell me, what's behind the move to California?"

"Our daughter lives there," Marty said as he put a hand on his wife's knee. "We thought long and hard about it and there's still some concern about leaving our hometown, but Ella - that's our daughter - is pregnant with twins and we've decided we want to spend our retirement watching our grand babies grow up."

"I'm going to miss our friends and our home and all the traditions we have here," Sharon added, "but there's just nothing quite like being a grandparent and I just don't want to miss out on that. Plus, the winters in California are a lot warmer and there's something to be said for that."

They struck Sean as a remarkably happy couple and he couldn't help but wonder if they'd ever been through the kind of tumult he and Mia were currently going through. Had Sharon ever fucked another man behind Marty's back? Had Marty discovered his wife's infidelity, done nothing about it, and gotten himself caught up in a fucked up game where he was willing to play the part of the cuckold in exchange for a significant career boost?

"So, did you have a price in mind?" Sean asked as they got down to business.

"Well, you're the expert, but we were hoping for somewhere in the neighborhood of $3.5 million," Marty replied.

Though Marty came off as a sweet old man, Sean knew better. The man sitting across from him had climbed the corporate ladder and that takes a certain kind of cutthroat attitude. Though it was entirely possible they wouldn't get $3.5 million, Sean wasn't going to try and soften their expectations in that moment because there was a good chance he'd lose the listing if he did so.

"I think that's reasonable," Sean said. "Can you give me a tour?"

Sharon smiled and shot up with more energy than Sean would have expected. "It would be my pleasure," she said. "Please, follow me."

The tour took nearly an hour, though much of that was spent outside as Sharon talked extensively about the work she'd done to plant the many trees and flowers that dotted the property. Sean was more than happy to listen, in part because he knew the immense curb appeal was going to make it easy to sell the house.

Robert's recommendation was enough to convince Sharon and Marty to sign an exclusive contract with Sean, though it was only for three months, which wasn't all that long in the high end real estate market. There were only so many buyers for a $3.5 million house, after all, and sometimes they didn't show up in such a short span of time.

As Sean drove home, his mind kicked into overdrive. He'd already talked to Marty and Sharon about staging the home, which largely meant clearing away some of the clutter that made it look as though old people lived there - he hadn't phrased it that way, of course - and they were more than happy to do so because they had to pack for their move to California, so they'd just do it a bit early.

Sean made mental notes to book a session with his photographer and videographer, to prepare a flyer to send to other agents in town to rustle up interest, and to schedule an open house the moment the place was ready to be seen by prospective buyers.

"How did it go?"

Sean was so distracted he barely noticed his wife sitting in their living room. She wore a satin robe and her legs were crossed. Her thigh was almost completely exposed and her skin looked smooth and wondrous. Her toenails were freshly painted and still a little bit shiny, drawing Sean's gaze for a few moments before he responded to his wife.

"Good. Great, actually. They signed the contract. I have three months exclusive."

"Can you sell the house in three months?"

He nodded. "Yes. Absolutely."

Mia studied him for a few seconds and then smiled. "You need to thank Robert," she said. "Now that you've got a signed contract, I mean. You need to show your gratitude."

Sean took a deep breath. It wasn't that he hated that his wife was fucking another man. At least it wasn't pure hate. There was arousal mixed in there. There was a strange attraction to the chaos of it all, too. The thing Sean hated, really, was that he didn't hate it. It made him question so much about himself.

"Do you have any ideas for how I can show my gratitude?" Sean asked.

Mia uncrossed her legs and stood. Her robe was loosely tied and her cleavage was in full view as she sauntered towards him. The way her breasts bounced gently made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra and Sean was struck by a powerful desire to undress his wife and fuck her right there on the living room floor.

"There's no need to go over the top," she said. "You can take me to the bedroom, dress me for his pleasure, and take me to his house. You can then watch as he has his way with me, as he takes me from you and does whatever he wants with me, as he plants his seed deep in my cunt because he can."

Sean tugged at the thin satin strap that kept the robe closed and it opened for him, revealing Mia's wondrous breasts, taut stomach, and closely-trimmed pubic hair. "Or, I could take you to the bedroom, put you in our bed, and fuck you like a man is supposed to fuck his wife."

Mia smiled. "I can see why you'd want to do that. I can see why you might even think I'd be willing to do that. After all, you just signed a contract to secure the listing for what will be the most significant milestone in your career."

Sean felt a stirring of desire and he wondered if successful men - more successful than him, at least - felt that same desire with great frequency. It was, in a very small way, like being a conqueror and claiming a beautiful woman as your prize once you'd vanquished your foes. It was a reward that men craved and Sean very much enjoyed the stirring desire within him.

"And once I sell that house, I'll get more listings. I can expand outside our town. I can become the go-to realtor for the high end market. I can buy us one of those houses on a hill. I can buy us a house in California to retire to."

Mia stepped closer and caressed him through his slacks. Sean leaned down to kiss her but she turned her head and his lips found her cheek.

"I want you," he said.

She'd gotten him hard and the desire had deepened as he'd stiffened. "I know you do," Mia replied. "But why, Sean, would I fuck you when I can fuck a man like Robert? Why would I let you inside me when I can get fucked by a far superior man? Why would I let you take me to our bedroom when Robert is willing to take me to his bedroom and fuck me the way I actually need to be fucked?"

Sean's cock should have deflated. That was the rational response to what she'd said. It didn't, though. Instead, he got harder. He felt precum drip into his underwear. He tried to kiss Mia again and again she rebuffed him. He pulled her closer. Her breasts pressed into his chest. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it.

"Please, Mia, I want you."

They kissed. She let his tongue into her mouth. She welcomed it, in fact, and moaned softly as he worked a hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She was wet and Sean hoped it was for him.

"Can I fuck you?"

"No," she answered. "Of course not. I might let you fuck me after Robert's had his way with me. Until you sell that house, that's how it's going to go. You don't get to have me unless Robert's had me, unless his cum is deep in my pussy, and even then you're not going to fuck me anywhere near as often as you'd like. After you've sold the house, though, you can claim me as your reward. You can take me back from Robert, or at least try to. Until you sell that house you're a fucking cuck. Do you understand? Until you sell that house, I'm Robert's. I give myself to him, to the better man, to the one that surpasses you in almost every way."

Sean wished he wasn't so fucking hard. He wished his wife's words didn't inspire lust alongside frustration and a touch of anger.

"Now you're going to take me to our bedroom. You're going to dress me in lingerie that Robert will fuck me in. You're going to eat my pussy a little to make sure I'm nice and wet from the moment we walk into his house. Then you're going to drive me over there and present me to him. You're going to ask him to fuck me in front of you as a way of showing your gratitude for his help. You're going to watch like a good cuck and if you're told to do something, you're damn well going to do it. Do you understand?"

Her nostrils flared and her eyes were alive with the same defiant energy Sean had seen on that day when he'd walked into Robert's living room and witnessed his wife's cheating for the first time. There was no hope of controlling her, of talking her down from her lofty perch, of changing her mind. Sean surrendered and took Mia to the bedroom to do everything she'd just described.

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"Sean, Mia, please, come in," Robert said with a knowing smile.

Sean followed his wife into the spectacularly beautiful house. He expected they'd sit in the living room, but instead Robert led them into the backyard where a bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket with three glasses in front of it.

Robert pulled the bottle from the ice and popped the cork with practiced expertise. "I hear congratulations are in order," he said while filling the first glass. "Marty and Sharon were very impressed with you, Sean. I have to admit, I was a little surprised. I always figured that you were just a little bit incompetent as a real estate agent. I suppose there's still time for you to prove that incompetence, but it might just be a lack of ambition that has held you back all these years."

Robert handed Sean a glass of champagne while insulting him. It was the act of a massively confident man, and unfortunately for Sean, Robert had every reason to possess that sort of confidence.

"Well, I appreciate the champagne, Robert, but I did want to express my gratitude. As much as I hate to admit it, I couldn't have done this on my own. I really couldn't have even gotten close to convincing the Hendersons to letting me sell their home."

Sean raised his glass and took a sip. The champagne tasted expensive, though to Robert it was probably a cheap purchase.

"As a way of...as a way of expressing my gratitude," Sean continued, "I was hoping that you'd...that you'd fuck Mia while I watched. That you'd cuckold me. That you'd give her what she needs, what she can't get from me."

It was a uniquely painful experience to utter those words. Sean told himself he was just playing the part that had been assigned to him, that he was doing what was necessary to ensure he got to advance his career, but that wasn't entirely true. Sean's heart was pounding as he uttered the words. His loins were tingling, too. He wasn't hard but he was absolutely turned on and he felt a touch of self-loathing at his inability to fight off the arousal that resulted from being cuckolded.

Robert took Mia's hand and sat in one of his expensive-looking outdoor chairs. He pulled her into his lap and they shared a champagne-flavored kiss as Sean stood there with an ever-increasing sense of pleasure emanating from between his legs.

"Do you think, Sean, that your wife will see you differently if you sell that house?" Robert asked.

"I think it will be the start of her seeing me differently," he replied before taking a seat across from his wife and the man she was fucking.

Before he could say another word, Mia kissed Robert with such depth and passion that Sean shut his mouth to watch. His cock slowly moved towards an erect state despite telling himself not to get turned on, as if that had any chance of working.

"Why don't you take her dress off for me, Sean," Robert said.

Mia stood, downed the rest of her champagne, and looked over her shoulder at Sean. "Do as you're told, cuck."

Sean was embarrassed by the bulge in his pants as he stood and approached his wife. He loosened the button at the very top of the back of her dress and tugged on the zipper. It was loose and it fell from her body in a moment before gathering on the ground in a pile. Mia stepped out of it and Sean dutifully picked it up and folded the dress carefully.

"You look stunning as always, Mia," Robert said with a smile. "Truly stunning."

She bent over and kissed him, giving Sean a view of her ass with a thong running between the cheeks and the garters framing her smooth skin. The lace tops of her stockings looked elegant and Sean could practically feel the material against his fingers from when he'd dressed her in the stockings just half an hour earlier.

"Sean dressed me for you," she said. "He wanted to be a good cuck so he dressed me in lingerie he thought you'd like."

"Is that right, Sean?"

"It is," he answered despite the humiliation. "It was her suggestion, but she was right. It's the sort of thing a cuck should do and...well, in this case I really did want to show my gratitude."

Robert stood, kissed Mia softly, and then looked at Sean. "I'd like you to come and help me out of my pants, cuck. My shoes, too."

Sean froze. He didn't want to undress Robert. That didn't feel like something he should have to do. Offering Mia - and witnessing his cuckolding - seemed like more than enough.

"Do as you're told, cuck," Mia said, though this time there was a more significant sharpness to her voice.

It lured Sean to his feet. His heart pounded as he approached Robert. Mia moved to her lover's side and kissed his neck.

"I like that you're making him do this," she said softly. "It makes my pussy wet, actually. I like when you put him in his place, when you show him that you're in control, that you're the better man."

Sean's dick was hard, which was far and away the most humiliating part of what he was about to do. In a way, that made it easier to loosen Robert's belt and unbutton his pants. It couldn't get more humiliating than getting hard while his wife talked in such a degrading manner about him, so unzipping Robert's pants was easy too.

"Now pull them down, cuck, and then get on your knees and take his shoes off," Mia instructed.

Sean didn't love that his wife seemed so eager to get in on his humiliation, but there was nothing to be done about it. He lowered Robert's pants and then got on his knees while the other man sat down once more. Sean carefully removed each of Robert's shoes, pulled off his socks, and then fully removed his pants, leaving him in his underwear with a considerable bulge.

"Take his underwear off, cuck," Mia ordered.

Sean's hands remained at his sides. It was a step too far. He couldn't. He just couldn't. "Please, I'd rather not."

She laughed. "I'm sure that's true. I just don't care, Sean. You're a cuck. You've accepted that. You've gotten multiple handjobs using Robert's fucking load as lube. You've eaten your cum off my tits and out of my pussy. You're a fucking cuck, now do as you're told and remove the superior man's underwear so I can get on my knees and suck his gorgeous dick while you watch."

Robert laughed. "He's eaten his cum out of you?"

"He has," Mia replied. "I made him do it the last time he fucked me. I'm going to make him to do it every single time he cums from now on. It was too much fun to make him lick up his load. He hated it. That was the fucking point, though. He's a cuck. He doesn't get to have the kind of sex you get to have. He gets to have the kind of sex that includes doing something he hates when it's over."

Robert leaned forward and slipped his fingers into Mia's pussy. "I'd like to watch your cuck husband eat my cum out of you."

Mia moaned and Sean's entire body tightened at the prospect of doing what Robert suggested.

"I'm sure he'd be more than willing to do that to show his gratitude," she replied softly. "After all, he wouldn't have a chance at upgrading his life if it weren't for you, Robert. You've been more than generous to him and Sean is a good cuck who will show you just how grateful he is."

They both looked at him. Sean was again tempted to throw it all away, to give up on the pursuit of a better career in favor of extracting himself from the strange and rather fucked up situation he'd entered into with his wife and Robert. He resisted that temptation, though.

"Yes...I'll clean your cum out of her," he said.

Robert laughed. "Of course you will, cuck."

Mia grabbed a cushion from her chair and tossed it on the concrete at Robert's feet. "Take his underwear off, cuck."

Sean did as he was told. He couldn't look up at Robert, but he did it. He freed the other man's impressive cock, set his underwear aside, and prepared to move back to his chair as Mia got on her knees.

"Stay close, cuck," she said. "I want you to watch as I pleasure him. I want you to see up close what it looks like when a woman gives a blowjob to a man she craves, to a man she respects, to a man that has earned that respect through impressive accomplishments."

Sean shifted to the side, keeping his knees on the cushion Mia had put down. She joined him and leaned forward to kiss her way up Robert's thighs while holding his gaze. Her fingers encircled his cock as she took one of his balls in her mouth and moaned while swirling her tongue around it. Sean couldn't remember the last time his wife had sucked his balls.

"Fuck, Mia...suck my cock," Robert instructed.

Sean was fairly certain he'd never uttered those words to a woman. Not once in his life. They would have felt strange coming off his tongue. He wondered, though, if he could utter them were he to find the level of success Robert had achieved. Would being a millionaire fill him with the confidence to tell a woman to suck his cock? Would a woman actually moan the way Mia had when Robert said it? Was being wealthy more than enough to make a woman so eager to suck dick that she moaned when instructed to do so?

"Finger her pussy for me, cuck," Robert said.

Sean ran his hand down her back, pulled her thong aside, and slipped his fingers inside Mia. She moaned and he worked her clit with his thumb while penetrating her as deeply as his fingers would allow. Sean got rather turned on doing it and his dick began to throb with desire. He wanted to take her from behind, to feel her wetness around his cock, to fuck her until she was moaning wildly. He wouldn't do that, of course. She didn't want it. Not from him. He was a cuck. He'd just removed another man's underwear so Mia could suck dick.

"Your wife has the most incredible mouth, cuck," Robert said. "I swear, she sucks my dick better than any woman ever has."

Jealousy coursed through Sean's body because he was absolutely certain that Mia sucked dick better for Robert than she ever had for him. He'd never really considered the notion, but of course a woman could control the quality of the oral sex she offered a man.

"I want your cock inside me," Mia said as her head popped up. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to cum inside me. I want you to make my cuck eat your fucking load out of me."

Robert clearly wanted that too, at least based on his smile. "Why don't you ride me in reverse cowgirl. Your cuck can play with your clit and get a close up view of my cock stretching your cunt."

Mia stood, turned around, and impaled herself on Robert's cock. It took a few moments to position her legs correctly, but soon she was having reverse cowgirl sex in a chair while Sean moved between both their legs to watch as his wife and her lover desired.

The view was unexpectedly arousing. Sean watched his wife's pussy lips open to receive Robert's cock and saw them cling to his shaft when she lifted herself. He saw how wet her pussy was and how she left a layer of that wetness on the dick sliding in and out of her.

Robert grasped her breasts through the delicate bra Sean had dressed Mia in and she moaned while leaning back. They kissed as she managed to move from side to side, milking his cock with her wetness while Sean marveled at a sight he never would have imagined would thrill him.

"Rub my clit, cuck," Mia said.

Sean's hand shook a little as he reached up and pressed his thumb against her clit. He rubbed in slow circles and Mia moaned immediately. Robert grasped her tits a little harder as she shifted her body to begin riding her lover.

"Fuck, Robert, your dick is so deep in my cunt. I love how fucking big you are. I love how deep you reach inside me. I love how you stretch my tight little pussy!"

Sean smiled as he credited himself with the excess of pleasure his wife was clearly experiencing. It was silly - he was just rubbing her clit - but he felt like he was contributing and in that moment that felt good.

"Robert...baby...please, cum inside me!" Mia cried out.

It all happened at once. Robert's cock throbbed - quite visibly, in fact - and his balls leapt in their sack as he emptied himself inside of Mia. Her pussy spasmed around his dick thanks to the climax Sean had helped bring about with his eager thumb.

He watched another man cum in his wife from a foot away and was utterly mesmerized. It was humiliating, of course, but Sean was long past being too bothered by simple humiliation. Besides, there was a far greater form of it coming soon enough.

"Fuck...I love cumming on your cock," Mia said.

"And I love cumming in your married cunt," Robert replied.

Mia laughed and looked down at Sean. "This is where you say that you love eating another man's cum from my married cunt."

Sean didn't say a word and he suspected he wasn't supposed to. Mia was merely taking pleasure in a bit of verbal humiliation.

"Are you ready, cuck?" she asked. "I'm going to stand up and step forward and you're going to seal your lips around my pussy, put your tongue inside me, and receive his load. You're going to swallow and you're not going to pull away until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

Sean felt serious misgivings about what he was on the verge of doing, but he nodded.

Mia stood and stepped forward. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him between her legs. He tilted his head back, stuck out his tongue, and pushed it into her freshly-fucked pussy. The taste of cum filled his mouth and Sean was suddenly thankful that his wife had fed him his own load. If he hadn't tasted cum before he likely would have pulled away as soon as Robert's seed hit his taste buds.

"Drink his cum, cuck," Mia said with a delicately trembling voice. "Fuck...lick his load out of me. Swallow it. Swallow his cum."

Sean looked up at his wife and saw lust on her face. She'd just cum but it seemed that she might cum again, much to his delight.

Mia began to move her hips. It was subtle, but Sean was certain she was grinding her clit into his lips. She was, in a way, fucking his face and it was surprisingly hot.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" she cried out.

Sean relished his ability to give her a second orgasm. It wasn't lost on him that his version of making her cum was far more pathetic than Robert's, but there was no escaping that so he took pleasure where he could.

Mia finished cumming and immediately sat in Robert's lap. She turned and kissed him. Their tongues entwined as he wrapped his strong arms around her and held her close.

"That was fun," she said. "I'm going to have to do that a lot more often."

They both looked at Sean.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself, cuck, because you're going to be eating a lot of my cum going forward," Robert said with a smile.

Sean's dick was hard. He was smiling. It would have been pointless to deny that he'd enjoyed himself. Instead, he went a different direction. He chose to show his gratitude. He chose to play the part he'd been assigned so he could garner more favor with Robert. Maybe he'd get a second client. Maybe he'd have two houses to sell before long.

"I'm grateful that I got the chance to clean your cum out of her," he said. "It was hotter than I thought it would be, and I'm grateful that I got to make her cum with my mouth as she fed me your load. I'm grateful for all of this, Robert. I really am."

The other man smiled. "That's good to know, cuck. Now pour me another glass of champagne. Then you can head home. I'll be keeping your wife for the rest of the day. I'll text when you can come and pick her up."

Sean offered no argument. He poured a glass of champagne, got up, and went home with the taste of cum in his mouth. As soon as he got home he went back to work on selling the Henderson’s house. He was going to land that sale. He was going to become a more successful man. He was going to follow that path wherever it took him and he was going to be grateful along the way.