The Journey of a Submissive Cuckold - Part 3

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"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" your wife asked.

You were enjoying breakfast at Primrose, a lovely restaurant in your hotel. You were seated outdoors and there was a romantic, European feel to the whole thing. It wasn't romance that was on your mind though.

"Thinking about what?"

She smiled and picked up a piece of bacon. She bit into it and chewed. Her eyes closed for a moment, as if she was savoring the taste.

"Your eyes go unfocused when you think about it," she said. "You drift off. You've done it half a dozen times already at breakfast. You were doing it this morning in the shower. You did it last night after you satisfied me."

"Yes, I'm thinking about it."

"What was your favorite part?"

You could see it. It was the thing you keep picturing. It was him cumming in her mouth. It was her lips wrapped around his cock as he grunted and groaned and relased his seed into her mouth. It was the way her eyes were closed as she took his load.

You leaned in and said, "When you...when you got him off."

Your wife smiled. You felt her foot rub against your calf. "You mean when I made him cum in my mouth while you watched?"

You nodded and marveled at the fact that your dick was hard despite no direct stimulation.

"That part was fun. More exciting than I expected, actually. It's not always pleasant to receive a man's cum in my mouth, but I enjoyed taking his. Maybe it's because I knew you were watching."

"Yeah? Did you like that I was watching?" you asked.

She nodded and sipped her coffee. She'd put on lipstick that morning. She'd put a little extra effort into her hair, too. She looked stunningly beautiful.

"He's very handsome and a very good kisser. He touched me with such confidence, too, but yes, knowing that you were watching and enjoying yourself was the primary reason I did what I did in the tram."

It felt good to hear that. Really good, in fact. She gave you a gift because she wanted to make you happy.

"I'm very appreciative," you said. "That you flirted with a guy. That you fooled around with him. That you...that you did what you did in the tram. That you let me watch most of it."

Her fork moved effortlessly through her scrambled eggs and she smiled before lifiting them to her mouth. You remembered that you were supposed to be eating and join your wife in doing so, though you kept picturing her lips around his cock.

"It was my pleasure," she said, "and, to be honest, I enjoyed my time alone with him. That ten minutes when you weren't watching. He was very affectionate and it was hotter than I thought it would be to be touched by him, to be kissed by him, to feel like I was on a date with him while it was just the two of us making our way to the tram station."

You thought of them holding hands. You thought of them kissing on the escalator. You thought of them making out on the bench you saw them on when you reached the tram station.

"I thought about it, and I've decided that I'd like to have sex with him," she said.

You swallowed and set your fork down. You'd just gotten lightheaded. Your cock was harder, too. She'd declared her desire in such a matter-of-fact manner that it took you a few seconds to process it.

"Really?"

She dabbed the sides of her mouth with a napkin and picked up the carafe of coffee to refill her cup. You watched your wife gently pour in the cream and stir it with a spoon. "I know I've always been hesitant about your fantasies, but last night was thrilling. More than thrilling, in fact. The entire time I was with him I had this incredible, exciting sensation running through me. Each time things went a little further that excitement went up. When he touched me. When he kissed me. When he touched my breasts. When he pressed his fingers against my panties. When I felt his hard cock and realized how badly he wanted me. When I took him in my mouth. When I made him cum. I want more of that, and it turns out that your fantasy allows me to experience that without the usual consequences."

"It's a good fantasy in that way, isn't it?"

She smiled. "Well, it is for me, especially since it also includes you giving me massages, washing my hair, drying off my body...and I suppose doing whatever else I desire."

Your submissive desires extended to literally anything she desired, so she was right about that. You suspected that she didn't fully understand just how much pleasure you took in feeling submissive, but her understanding of it wasn't especially important if she was willing to try and help you feel that way.

"So, do you...I mean, how do you see this happening?" you asked.

"I've already been in touch with him," she replied. "We're going to spend a little time together this morning. He's going to meet me outside the restaurant, actually. You'll go back to our room while he and I have a casual date. Then we'll spend some time at the pool. You can join us for that. He and I will then part until our dinner date. I've not decided if you'll be allowed to attend that in some fashion. Assuming the day goes well, it will end with me cuckolding you."

She made plans and upon hearing them your jaw dropped. You were literally sitting there with your mouth hanging open until she reached across the table and pressed under your chin to help you close it.

"I expect that you'll be good," she said, "That you won't argue with my decision, that you won't beg for something I've decided you're not allowed to have."

She seemed so at ease playing the part of the domme-leaning hotwife that you'd always wanted her to be. You were impressed and there was a part of you that was a bit unmoored by it all.

"How...the cuckolding...will I get to watch that?" you asked.

Your wife smiled. "I'm not sure. He doesn't have any objection to it, but I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'll know by the end of the day, of course, but for now I'm undecided. I suspect I'll have sex with him more than once before our trip is over, but there's always a chance I won't, so that would be an argument for letting you watch tonight. On the other hand, I also suspect that I'll enjoy the sex more - the first time, at least - if I'm not concerned with you, if I'm free to concentrate fully on him."

Your mind was awash with thoughts of your wife cuckolding you multiple times, of her having great sex with the guy she met the night before and of her having that great sex over and over and over again.

"He's staying at the Bellagio," she said. "He has a suite. It has a view of the fountains. It sounds quite lovely and I can imagine it being quite nice to wake up in that suite, to order room service breakfast, to have sex with him afterwards, to come back to our room, and to you, having been satisfied by another man while you spent the night alone in our room."

The idea filled you with equal parts arousal and angst. You knew that it was typical for a cuckold to feel those things. Knowing that didn't make it any easier to grapple with the dissonance caused by dueling emotions.

"To be honest with you, I think the thing that appeals most to me is the sense that anything can happen," she said with a smile. "Our casual date could go poorly and we could end up at another bar with me flirting with another man tonight. Our casual date could go spectacularly well and I could end up spending an hour making out with my new friend. I could spend the night getting fucked in a suite at the Bellagio or I could come back to our room and sit on your face to have the orgasm I crave. The possibilities seem limitless and there's something so exciting about that."

Your heart was pounding. Your dick was throbbing. You felt anxious, though. Of course you did. That's what a cuckold feels sometimes. That's the nature of the fantasy. You didn't truly understand that until that moment, but it suddenly seemed like an unavoidable reality.

"Is there a version you'd prefer?" you asked.

She reached across the table and took your hand in hers. "The one where I spend the night in his room. That way, I get to enjoy everything. I get to have sex with him. I get to spend the night with him. I get to have sex with him again. Then I get to come back to you and sit on your face."

She sipped her coffee.

"I would have to be able to trust that you're not going to masturbate while I'm with him, though."

"You can trust that."

"Are you sure?"

You nodded.

"Because, if I'm being honest, I'd be really, really upset if you masturbated while I was with him. I know that it's unfair of me to demand that you remain chaste while I have sex - and orgasms - with someone else, but it's what I want."

"Then that's what I'll do. It doesn't have to be fair. In fact, it's kind of hot if it's not fair."

She bit her lip playfully. Then her phone dinged. She took it from her purse.

"He's here," she said. "I'll text you when it's time to go to the pool."

She got up, kissed you on the cheek, and left. Up until that moment, you weren't sure if she was actually going to spend the rest of the morning with him. She was, though, and you were going to have to occupy yourself while your wife went on a date with another man. What a thrilling development.

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Night had fallen. Dinner was over. You were walking down the strip towards your hotel. Your wife was with another man. She was on her way to his room. She was on her way to cuckold you, to have sex with him, to likely do so multiple times before she came back to you the next morning.

It had been an exciting day. Not quite what you expected, but exciting nonetheless.

Your wife said you'd be allowed to join them at the pool. What she didn't say, though, was that you'd be relegated to being a voyeur, that you wouldn't be allowed to be at the pool with them. Instead, you'd be required to keep your distance so she could feel like it was just the two of them at the pool.

You enjoyed yourself, though, especially since you got to spend much of your afternoon at the Bellagio pools. It's a much nicer setting than the NoMad pool.

Your wife wore a bikini you'd never seen before. You discovered that he'd bought it for her that day. She'd modeled half a dozen bikinis for him during their morning date and she'd purchased the one he found most arousing.

It was a red bikini with a thong bottom. It left very little to the imagination. It was not the kind of bikini your wife had ever worn. That made it so much sexier, though, and you got to watch him rub sunscreen into her body by the pool. You especially enjoyed how he made sure to give her ass a good coating of sunscreen, how he worked her inner thighs, how she was more than happy to let him do her stomach and chest, too. His fingers worked their way under her bikini top to make sure she was fully coated in sunscreen and by the time it was over you were nursing half an erection while resting in your lounge chair.

You watched your wife talk with him as they relaxed poolside. You watched them toast after ordering tropical drinks. You watched them swim together. You watched them kiss quite a bit in the pool. At one point she had her legs around him underwater and their tongues were very much involved in the kiss. It was the sort of thing that likely wouldn't fly at most pools, but because you were in Vegas no one seemed to mind at all.

You imagined him hard underwater. You wondered if your wife was thinking about fucking him as they kissed. She'd already seen his cock, of course. She'd tasted it. She probably was thinking about how good it would feel inside her.

You were permitted to join them for dinner in much the same way you were permitted to join them poolside. Your table was quite some distance from theirs. You ate alone. You watched them the entire time. They were seated at a rounded booth and so they were right next to each other. They kissed frequently. They made out a few times. They touched relentlessly, too.

When dinner was over, your wife and her new man walked past you. She smiled and winked at you as he held her hand. She didn't need to say that she was going to his room. It was obvious. Your wife was going to cuckold you. She was going to spend the night in another man's bed. She was going to fuck him and she was likely going to do so multiple times.

You pictured it as you walked back to your hotel. You didn't know what his room looked like, but in your head it was spacious and beautiful. In your head, he and your wife explored it, sexually speaking, by fucking in every corner. She was naked. She was in his bed. She was on her back. She was on top of him. She was on her hands and knees. They fucked up against the window during the fountain show. They fucked on the desk. They fucked in the shower. They fucked with her bent over the bathroom sink.

They wouldn't have that much sex. You knew that. She was going to cuckold you, though, and it was stunning to think of it happening. Truly stunning.

You wanted to masturbate. Of course you did. It was the first thing you thought about when you got to your room. You wanted to strip, crawl into bed, and masturbate as you fantasized about your wife having lots of great sex with him.

Your phone dinged. She sent you a picture. It was a mirror selfie. Your wife was naked. He was behind her. His arm was draped across her breasts with his hand cupping one of them. 

"I've already had him in my mouth," she texted. "Soon he'll be in my pussy. I want you thinking about me. No masturbating, though. None at all. If you do, all of this comes to an end."

You stared at the picture. You pictured your wife bent over the sink. You knew that was probably not how they fucked, but you pictured it anyway. You pictured him taking her from behind as she looked at herself in the mirror. You heard her moans reverberating around the bathroom. It was incredible. Your dick was hard. You wanted to masturbate. You were desperate to masturbate. You didn't, though. You refrained. It was difficult hard, but you refrained.

"You're a cuckold," she texted half an hour later. "It was incredible. We're watching the fountain show. Definitely going to have sex at least once more before we go to sleep. Maybe more than once. I'll try to be back by noon tomorrow."

You were a cuckold. A true cuckold. Your wife was in another man's hotel room. She'd just had sex with him. She was probably naked and cuddled up with him as they watched the show. She was feeling good enough that she wanted him again. Your heart was pounding. Your body was awash with arousal and angst. It was wonderful and terrible at the same time. You didn't know how you were going to make it through the night. All you could think about was her having sex with him. Her being intimate with him. Her being cuddled with him instead of you. Her wanting him instead of you. It was good. It was bad. It was wonderful. It was terrible. It was everything all at once.

Sleep did not come easily. You woke up multiple times during the night. You woke up early the next morning and couldn't fall back asleep. You got dressed and went for a walk. The morning air was cool and refreshing. You got coffee. You grabbed a breakfast sandwich. You sat alone and ate while thinking about your wife having breakfast in bed with another man.

You thought of her sucking his dick. You thought of him eating her pussy. You thought of them fucking. Your cock was hard as you ate your sandwich. It was the strangest experience you'd ever had.

You spent an hour at the fitness center. You were dripping sweat by the time you left. You headed up to your room to shower.

When you stepped out of the shower you'd received a text from your wife. She was on her way back. She offered no other information.

Fifteen minutes later she stepped into the room. She was wearing the same beautiful dress she had on for dinner. You smiled. She smiled back.

"I missed you," you said.

She stepped into your arms. You kissed slowly and deeply.

"I missed you too," she whispered. "Though probably less than you missed me. I had someone to help with that, though. Someone handsome and very talented."

You kissed her again. You thought of her kissing him. You thought of her sucking his cock. You got hard as you imagined her lips around his dick, her tongue swirling around the head to pleasure him.

"Did you masturbate?" she asked.

"No. Not once. I didn't touch my cock other than to pee."

She studied your face. "I'm glad your such a bad liar. It makes it easy to know that you're telling the truth. That makes me very happy."

She kissed you again. This time deeper. Her tongue was active. She stroked your dick through your pants. Your arousal went through the roof.

"Was it good?" you asked.

She stepped back and turned around. "Unzip me."

You unzipped her dress. You pushed the straps from her shoulders. She pulled it over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of it and looked truly stunning in her bra, panties, and heels.

"It was better than good," she said. "That's why I stayed the night. It was the kind of sex that makes you want to stay close to the man that made you cum so hard. The kind of sex that's so good that your brain immediately demands more of it. Maybe it's because I knew I was cuckolding you. Maybe it's because I haven't had sex with anyone other than you in a very, very long time. Maybe it's because he's just that good in bed."

"Better than me?" you asked without thinking.

She smiled and came closer. She took off your shirt and unbuttoned your pants. They fell to the floor. Her fingers found their way into your underwear and she grasped your cock and stroked it.

She leaned in and kissed your neck. You felt goose bumps briefly rise up on your arm. "Yes, he was better than you," she whispered. "He fucked your wife better than you do."

Your knees wobbled for a moment. That's how powerful the arousal was.

She lowered your underwear. She dropped to her knees and looked up at you.

"I was on my knees for him," she said. "Just like this. He was in front of the window watching the fountain show. Then he looked down at me and I took him in my mouth. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to suck his gorgeous cock and make him feel so good."

She was going to take you in her mouth. You were certain of it. She was going to give you a blowjob and you were going to think of her doing the same thing for another man.

She leaned in. Your heart was pounding. She kissed your thigh. She moved to the other side and kissed your thigh once more. She stroked your cock slowly, showing special attention to the head.

Then she stood and smiled. "No blowjob for you, no matter how much you might want it. It's more fun to leave you frustrated, and I have a feeling you like knowing that I suck his cock so freely and I'm not willing to suck yours."

"I do like that."

She pressed a hand against your chest and pushed. You fell back into the bed. She lowered her panties. She took off her bra. She kept her heels on, though.

She crawled on top of you and sat across your thighs. She took her breasts in her hands, squeezed them, moaned, and then ran a hand down her stomach and between her legs.

"He had me four times," she said. "Three times last night and once this morning. Each time was mind blowing. Each time I came so fucking hard. Each time he came so fucking hard."

She leaned forward and kissed you.

"It felt like he was put on this Earth to satisfy me," she whispered. "To make me cum like no man has ever made me cum."

Her tongue was in your mouth a moment later. She moaned. You moaned too. You felt like you were simultaneously on the verge of an orgasm and a nervous breakdown. You were discovering that being a cuckold wasn't all pleasure, but of course it wasn't. Your wife just had great sex with someone else. No man could possibly find only pleasure in that.

"I want you," you said.

"I know." She kissed you. "But you can't have me."

She sat up and dragged her hips forward until her pussy hovered above your mouth.

"You can taste me, though. You can use your tongue to make me cum. You can play with my tits while I ride your face. You can make me think of him while I'm cumming on your face."

She dropped her pussy onto your mouth. You thought of his cock being inside her, of his cock being where your tongue was. Your dick throbbed like it had never throbbed before.

You played with her tits. You grabbed her ass. You tasted her pussy. You tended to her clit. You reveled in what your wife was willing to give you as your dick throbbed painfully.

She came on your face, lowering her hips and briefly smothering you with her pussy. Her thighs trembled. Her face contorted in pleasure. She moaned. She had a splendid climax.

Your wife climbed off your face and laid next to you. She kissed your cheek and wiped some of her juices from your face.

She took your dick in her hand. "I could make you cum," she said.

"I'd like that."

"You could also hold off until tonight."

"What's happening tonight?"

"You're going to watch him fuck me, unless you choose to orgasm right now, in which case I'll go his room alone."

"Wait, so I can watch tonight as long as I don't orgasm?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Then I don't want to cum," you said.

She released your cock. "I thought you might say that. In lieu of an orgasm you can give me a massage. Then we can shower together and you can take me shopping to buy something sexy to wear for him tonight."

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do."

She kissed you. "By the way, I'm really enjoying this dominant thing, so as long as things keep going well I could absolutely see doing this during future vacations. It feels like a really nice break from reality and I'm really into that."

"Me too," you said. "And I'll do everything I can to make sure it keeps going well. I will."

"I hope so."

Your fantasies had become reality. All you had to do was continue to be good for her and you'd keep getting what you wanted. That would continue to prove challenging, of course, but it's always a little bit difficult to be a good submissive. After all, if it wasn't a little bit difficult, your submission wouldn't be worth much, would it?