I Hope the Floor Wasn't Uncomfortable

"Good morning, cuck."

You open your eyes and see your wife smiling down at you. Her dark hair looks shiny in the morning light and she's as radiantly beautiful as the day you met her.

"Good morning, my love."

"I hope the floor wasn't too uncomfortable for you."

Your back aches a little. Your shoulder is a bit sore from sleeping on it for too long. You wouldn't dare complain, though. You're a cuck. You do as you're told when your wife issues a command.

"Not at all."

"Did we wake you up last night?"

They fucked in the middle of the night. It must have been close to 2 a.m. Yes, they woke you up. Of course they woke you up. "You did," you answer.

"I'm glad you stayed on the floor like I instructed. I would have been so disappointed to see you trying to spy on us, to see you being selfish."

"I got hard," you say. "It was so exciting to listen to him fuck you, to listen to you moan, to hear you tell him how good it felt to have him inside you, to hear you beg for him to cum in your pussy so you could have his load in you as you fell asleep."

A smile crosses her face. "I do love falling asleep with his cum leaking out of me. It makes me so happy to have a real man's load in my pussy."

Your dick has already begun to stir.

"Did you masturbate while you listened?"

You shake your head.

"I know I've given you permission to jerk your little cuck dick while you listen to him fuck me, but it always makes me happy when you refrain," she says.

"I know. That's why I try my hardest not to pleasure myself when he fucks you."

"Sometimes you just can't help it though, can you?"

You shake your head.

"I don't blame you. You're a cuck. There's nothing hotter to you than your wife having great sex with another man."

"That's true."

She smiles, reaches down, and runs her fingers over your lips. "Speaking of which, I'd like to get fucked. First, though, I need you to fluff my bull's cock. Be a good boy and put that talented mouth of yours to work."

You get up and see her bull smiling at you. You move to the foot of the bed, pull the sheets back, and crawl between his legs as your wife rolls towards her bull, rests her hand on his chest, and kisses him. You watch their tongues entwine as his dick stretches your lips. You feel him begin to grow in your mouth.

Your presence isn't necessary. He could get hard without a mouth. He could get hard just from kissing her. Your wife likes to make you suck his dick from time to time, though. She likes how it reminds you of your place, how it keeps your ego in check, how it ensures that you don't argue with her about your rights as a man, as her husband. She likes how it reminds you that you're a cuck, that you suck dick, that you sleep on the floor so the better man can take your place in your bed.

"Is my husband a good cocksucker?" she asks her bull.

He laughs. "He is. You've trained him well."

They kiss again and she reaches down and puts a hand on the back of your head. You take more of his cock into your mouth. You gag a little. It's unpleasant, of course, but you're used to that by now.

"Put him inside me, cuck," she says while straddling her bull. You guide his fat dick into her wet pussy and then she looks over her shoulder, smiles, and says, "Get back on the floor, cuck."

You back out of the bed and move to the floor. You lie on your back and stare at the ceiling as you listen to your wife and her bull have sex.

She moans. The bed frame creaks under their weight. He moans. You hear him smack her ass a few times. Your hear them kiss.

You think of how you and your wife used to fuck on the occasional weekend morning. You think of how she used to ride your cock. You miss those days, but weirdly enough, this is more pleasurable. Lying on your back and staring up at the ceiling while she fucks another man in your bed is, in fact, far more pleasurable.

Your wife cums and they switch to missionary. You can tell because the pace is different. The sound is different. He's pounding her into your bed. He's pounding her to claim his orgasm, to flood her tight married cunt with his thick load.

They cum together. His grunts and groans are loud as he fills her pussy with his seed. You close your eyes and picture his cock pulsing as shot after shot of hot cum empties into your wife's womb.

They kiss. They share a bit of pillow talk. He pulls out and heads for the bathroom.

Your wife's head appears above you.

"Would you like breakfast, cuck?" she asks.

"Yes, please."

She stands above you. She lowers her pussy to your mouth. You eat his cum out of her. She's serious about breakfast. This is all you'll be permitted to eat that morning. You'll have a bellyful of cum and that is all you'll have.

You'll make them breakfast, though. You'll do it because you're a good cuck. They'll probably fuck again before he goes home. Maybe they'll let you watch that time. Maybe they'll banish you to the floor again, though. Either way, you'll be a happy cuck.