The New Rule

The day began with Cole making breakfast in bed for his wife. He cooked eggs - over easy, which was her preferred method - along with toast and a side of bacon. He made pour over coffee, added a dash of cream and just a bit of sugar, and delivered it all to the bedroom on a tray.

Kendall greeted his arrival with a bright smile as he set the tray across her lap. She beckoned him close for a kiss and then they ate breakfast together. Afterwards, Cole took the dishes away and then joined his wife in the shower. They kissed. They fooled around a little bit. Cole would have been more than happy to fuck her, but Kendall kept him at bay.

He cleaned up the breakfast dishes and did a few chores around the house while Kendall got ready for the day. She emerged from the bedroom in a sundress and fresh-faced makeup with her hair pulled into a ponytail. She was, as always, radiantly beautiful and Cole made sure to tell her so.

They started their day out with a round of mini golf - it was a favorite since they'd done it a handful of times while first dating - and Kendall teased her husband several times by bending over and flashing her panties as she picked up her ball.

After mini golf Cole took his beautiful wife shopping. They bought a few pieces of lingerie and two dresses. As always, he took great pleasure in Kendall’s eagerness to model potential outfits for him and she seemed just as delighted to do so, using it as a form of teasing.

From there they went to the movies and indulged in more than a little kissing and heavy petting. Kendall offered no objection when Cole ran his fingers under her dress to press them against her panties. Instead, she seemingly encouraged his behavior by softly moaning into his mouth while he worked to excite her.

After the movies the couple went to dinner. Kendall's foot found its way between Cole's legs soon after the waiter took their drink and appetizer orders and she smiled gleefully while massaging his cock to a throbbing state.

At one point, Kendall pulled down the top of her dress and flashed her breasts. It seemed to Cole that his wife was intent on keeping him in a state of heightened desire and she was doing a damn fine job. The fact that she pulled him into a deep kiss at the valet stand was further proof that Kendall very much approved of Cole's desire to take her on a daylong date.

Once they were home, Kendall excused herself to the bedroom. Not long after, she called Cole to come and join her. She was dressed in lovely black lingerie and wore a look of pure seduction on her face.

Cole stripped and crawled into the bed. Kendall welcomed him into her arms and they kissed deeply as his hands roamed over her body. As he pulled aside her panties and slipped his fingers into her pussy, Kendall found his cock and stroked him slowly. Their tongues entwined and they both moaned as Cole dreamed of sliding into his wife's warm, wet cunt and fucking her until they'd both achieved the blissful orgasms they craved.

Cole rolled Kendall onto her back and moved between her legs. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties and was moments away from pulling them down when she stopped him.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Taking your panties off."

"Why?"

He was baffled. "Because I want to fuck you."

She smiled. "I know that, silly. But you know the rules, so I'm wondering why you're taking my panties off."

Cole released her underwear and sat back on his knees. He knew what his wife was talking about, but he couldn't believe she was serious. "Do you mean...you were serious about what you said last weekend?"

Kendall nodded.

"I thought...I don't know, I just thought you said that because it was hot, I guess. Because you were trying to turn me on, to make my orgasm better."

"That was merely a benefit of what I said. I meant it, though. You're not allowed to have me unless Tate's had me first."

Kendall reached between her legs, slipped her fingers into her panties, and played with her pussy as Cole watched.

"My bull fucks me better than you do," she said. "Much better than you do. I shouldn't have to suffer through inferior sex when I'm in a relationship with a man that can make me see stars when he fucks me. I meant what I said last weekend. From now on, if you want to fuck me you have to make sure that Tate fucks me first. You have to make sure that my bull satisfies me, that he gives my pussy what it needs. Then you can have me. From now on, you only get sloppy seconds."

Her words echoed what she'd said when Cole was inside her the previous weekend. Tate had just fucked her and pumped a rather large load of cum inside her. He'd excused himself to take a shower and Kendall had welcomed her husband into her pussy. As they fucked, she'd declared that Cole would, from that point forward, only be permitted to fuck her after her bull had satisfied her. She'd been very clear that Cole just didn't compare to Tate - sexually speaking - and that she was no longer willing to have inferior sex, as she'd put it, without having had great sex first.

Cole had been hugely aroused as Kendall made her declaration and he was hugely aroused in that moment, too, despite the frustration at having been denied the sex he'd been looking forward to all day.

"Can you call Tate?" Cole asked.

She shook her head. "You have to call him. You have to convince him to come over."

Kendall grabbed her phone from the nightstand, unlocked it, and passed it to Cole.

He was gripped by a strong sense of embarrassment. Tate had been Kendall's bull for nearly four months and not once had Cole called or texted to arrange for sex.

"Hey Tate. It's Cole. Kendall gave me her phone. She says that I can't have sex with her unless you've fucked her first, that I'm only allowed sloppy seconds from now on. Will you come over and fuck her?" he texted.

Cole stared at the phone as Kendall masturbated. He worried his wife might cum and lose all interest in sex.

"I'd love to fuck your wife, but you'll have to do a better job of convincing me," Tate replied. "I want to hear you beg, cuckold."

Cole's pulse quickened and he felt a sort of pre-humiliation at the idea of calling Tate. He did it, though.

"Hey there, cuck," Tate answered.

"Hey, Tate."

"What can I do for you?"

Cole took a deep breath and looked at his wife, who was smiling at him as she masturbated and played with her tits. "Tate, will you please come over and fuck my wife? Kendall deserves to have great sex. She deserves to have better sex than I can give her. She deserves to be fucked by a man like you. A man that can actually satisfy her. Will you please come give her what she deserves?"

Tate laughed. "I enjoyed that, cuck. I'm out with friends, though. I need more from you."

"I'll do anything."

"Yeah? What if I want you to get on your knees and suck my dick while your wife watches? Will you do that for me, cuck? Will you show your wife that you're a fucking cocksucker?"

Kendall had mentioned the idea to Cole, so he knew his wife wouldn't be horrified at watching him do so. It seemed almost certain that she'd look at him a little differently afterwards, though. How could she not?

"Yes...yes, I'll do that," he said.

"Say it, cuck."

Kendall was staring right at him as Cole said, "Yes, I'll get on my knees and suck your cock if it convinces you to come over and fuck my wife."

Kendall closed her eyes and moaned. Cole felt a great sense of relief. It would be humiliating to suck cock in front of his wife, but if she was turned on by the notion then it wouldn't be all that bad.

"I'll be right over, cuck."

Tate hung up and Cole put his wife's phone on her nightstand. She grabbed him and pulled him on top of her. His cock pressed against her panties - she'd clearly covered up her pussy - as her tongue slipped into his mouth. She moaned and they kissed deeply as he moved his hips like he was actually inside her, like he was fucking her, like she'd given him what he craved instead of making him beg her bull to come and fuck her.

"I like that you're willing to sacrifice for me, Cole," she said softly. "But I do want to be clear that this new rule really is because I see no reason that I should have to have mediocre sex when someone better than you is available to me."

Cole wasn't sure if she was trying to turn him on or if she really was trying to make it clear just how much better Tate was at fucking her and that she was no longer willing to accept anything but the best when it came to her sexual satisfaction.

"In fact, I think you should be grateful that I'm willing to allow you inside me at all," she continued. "Some hotwives won't let their husbands fuck them once they've found a bull that satisfies them. They demote their cucks to handjobs only, or refuse to touch their dicks at all and make them masturbate. You should recognize that you're very, very lucky that I'm going to allow you to have sloppy seconds sex with me."

Whatever her intention, Kendall had succeeded in deepening Cole's arousal. He felt like he was on the verge of a kind of madness, as if the desire had enveloped his brain and body and made it damn near impossible to think of anything other than his need to be inside his wife. The fact that she'd turned him on by making it clear he was inferior in bed only proved that he was a true cuckold.

"I am looking forward to watching you suck dick for me," she said.

Cole wanted so badly to be inside her, to feel the heat and wetness of her pussy around his cock. He wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything. He couldn't have it, though. He couldn't have it because he was a cuckold, because another man fucked his wife better than he could.

Kendall reached up and ran her index finger over his lips. "If I'm being honest, I've been thinking about it for months. I read a few posts on Fetlife about dominant hotwives making their cucks suck dick for them. I got all hot and bothered just thinking about it. Now I've found a way to make it happen."

It seemed to Cole that his wife was being perfectly clear that she'd instructed her bull to demand a blowjob. Though Cole could have been frustrated, he was turned on instead. Kendall was becoming even more of a hotwife and he loved that she was so keen on taking full control and getting what she wanted out of the new configuration of their marriage.

They fooled around right up until the doorbell rang. Kendall then dispatched Cole to answer it and to do so without any clothing on. Tate laughed before stepping into the house and blowing right past Cole to head for the bedroom.

Cole closed and locked the door and followed. He stepped into the bedroom to find his wife sitting on the edge of the bed and helping her bull out of his pants as they kissed. It wasn't long before Tate was naked and Kendall was stroking his cock while his tongue invaded her mouth and his hand invaded her bra.

Kendall soon stood and they both looked at Cole. She nodded towards the floor in front of them and he approached and dropped to his knees.

"When you shared your cuckold fantasy with me, did you imagine you'd end up here?" Kendall asked. "Did you ever imagine you'd have to suck a man's dick before I'd allowed you inside my pussy?"

"No," Cole replied. He knew that many cuckolds fantasized about being made to suck cock, but he wasn't one of them. For whatever reason, the idea had never thrilled him. Now that he was on his knees and on the verge of giving the very first blowjob of his life, Cole was surprised to find that he felt a certain kind of arousal at the prospect of parting his lips and taking a long, thick cock in his mouth.

"I didn't either, to be honest," Kendall replied as she stroked Tate's dick. "Once I read about it, though, I couldn't help myself. I wanted to make my cuck husband a cocksucker. I wanted to make you surrender a little bit of your dignity to me just for the pleasure of being allowed to fuck your wife."

Kendall kissed her bull and Cole stared at the head of the cock that would soon be in his mouth. His wife's fingernails - which were painted dark red - struck him as especially beautiful as they moved up and down the thick shaft she gripped with such authority.

"Suck his cock," Kendall instructed.

Cole took a deep breath and took the plunge. He parted his lips. He leaned forward. He felt the spongy head of Tate's cock enter his mouth. His teeth touched the flesh and he immediately wrapped his lips around them to prevent that from happening again. He moved his tongue over the underside of the cock. He sucked a little while pulling back until only the very tip remained in his mouth. Then Cole pushed forward. He began sucking cock. He began to give a genuine blowjob.

The humiliation was intense. Much more so than Cole had expected. It would have broken most men. It would have had them double over from pure disgust. Cole was a cuckold, though. Humiliation worked differently for him. He got off on it. So the disgust he felt at having a cock in his mouth - disgust that any straight man would have felt - was tempered by the intense arousal the humiliation generated.

"That's really fucking hot," Kendall said. "Holy shit."

She kissed her bull. She kissed him in a deep, almost frenzied fashion. Cole recognized his wife's desire. His cocksucking had turned her on, which in turn aroused him further.

"Suck his balls," she instructed. "A good cocksucker makes sure to tend to the balls."

Cole lowered his head and sucked balls as his wife instructed. Tate hadn't showered before heading to their house and Cole could taste it. He could smell it, too. It was massively humiliating and his dick throbbed.

"I'm so fucking wet," Kendall said. "My husband is sucking cock and balls and I'm so fucking wet right now."

"Take your panties off."

Kendall lowered her panties and Tate's fingers pushed inside her. She moaned and kissed him. Their tongues danced and Cole looked up to watch as he sucked balls for a few more seconds and then returned to giving a blowjob. It felt like he'd become an entirely different kind of cuckold in the span of a day and he was both terrified and turned on at the sudden change.

"Bend over the bed," Tate said.

Kendall bent over and looked back at him. He pulled his dick from Cole's mouth, moved behind her, and slipped into her pussy. He grabbed her hips and fucked her hard for a handful of seconds before pulling out.

"Get over here, cocksucker," Tate said. "Suck me clean. Taste her cunt on my dick."

Cole crawled over and took Tate's wet dick in his mouth. He sucked it clean. He got a little too ambitious with it and ended up gagging as the dick hit the back of his throat. Tate laughed.

"Don't worry, cuck, you'll get better at sucking dick," Kendall assured him.

Cole didn't want to get better. If he got better it meant he'd be sucking a lot of dick. He realized that was inevitable though. He'd crossed the bridge into bisexual territory and now there was no going back.

Tate pulled out of Cole's mouth and entered Kendall once more. He fucked her harder and longer this time and she reached back to play with her clit as her bull pounded her.

Again Tate removed his dick from Kendall's cunt and presented it to Cole. Again he wrapped his lips around it. By that point he was so caught up in the whole thing that he barely registered the intense humiliation of being made to suck on a cock that had just departed his wife's pussy.

Tate pushed his dick deep into Cole's mouth, made him gag, and then pulled out. He slipped his fingers into Kendall's pussy while she rubbed her clit and then pulled out, turned her around, picked her up, and set her in the bed.

"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me while he watches. Show him why he's no longer allowed to have his wife unless my bull has had his way with my pussy."

Tate crawled on top of her and they kissed as he guided his cock between her plump, slippery labia. He penetrated her slowly, bottomed out inside her, and then began to fuck Kendall with vigor.

Cole marveled at Tate's ability to maintain his long, hard strokes without any break in the rhythm. He possessed great stamina and was clearly in good shape as he fucked her for quite some time without once stopping or slowing. He was a man determined to give Kendall what she craved, and when her pussy began to spasm around his cock and her moans of pleasure filled the bedroom it was perfectly clear that Tate was, in fact, sexually superior to Cole. He didn't have to slow or stop. Kendall didn't have to reach down and rub her clit to get herself there before Tate came inside her.

After she'd cum, Kendall had Tate roll onto his back. She mounted his cock and rode him so beautifully. She unhooked her bra while doing so and he played with her tits, alternating between getting a bit rough and being gentle. She seemed to enjoy it all and managed to milk him to a loud, beautiful orgasm while she experienced a second climax.

Kendall climbed off her bull and they both looked at Cole.

"What the fuck are you waiting for, cuck?" she asked. "Suck his dick clean. Then you can have sloppy seconds."

Cole crawled into the bed and embraced the humiliation of sucking the dick that had just been inside his wife. He wrapped his lips around it. He sucked all the cum and pussy juice off of it. He sucked some juices off of Tate's balls, too.

When he was finished, Kendall kissed her bull, thanked him for coming over on short notice, and sent him on his way. Tate dressed quickly, said goodbye to Kendall, and walked out with a bounce in his step.

"Now you can have me," Kendall said with a smile.

A few hours ago Cole had been on the verge of fucking his wife. In that time he'd become - in some ways, at least - a different person. He was a cocksucker now. A cuckold cocksucker.

Cole moved on top of his wife and they kissed as she guided his cock inside her. He moaned while filling her. He moaned while feeling the heat and wetness around his dick.

"Sloppy seconds is what you deserve," she said. "My pussy will always be a loose, wet, sloppy mess when you fuck me from now on. You're nowhere near as good as Tate. You're inferior to him, cuckold, so he gets to have me first, and if he's not available then you don't get to have me at all."

Cole fucked her slowly. Every thrust brought with it a burst of pleasure and he wanted to savor the experience before climaxing, which he knew would happen with relative quickness.

"You're going to be sucking quite a lot of dick from now on," she added. "That's fitting, though. The sexually inferior man should absolutely suck the cock of his superior."

Cole groaned. The humiliation was such a turn on.

"You liked it, didn't you? You liked being a cocksucker for your wife, didn't you?"

He nodded.

"Say it, Cole. Say that you liked being a cocksucker for me."

He fucked her faster. He fucked her harder.

"I liked...I liked being a cocksucker for you."

Cole came inside his wife. She grabbed his ass and held him deep inside her as his body vibrated from the sheer pleasure of his orgasm.

She ran her hands up his back and through his hair. She showered his neck and cheeks in kisses. Her lips found his and they shared a slow, passionate, deep kiss as his cock pulsed inside her.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"More than you can imagine," he replied.

"Good. You deserve to cum like that. You deserve to feel something similar to what I feel when Tate fucks me. You deserve that kind of mind blowing pleasure. You'll just have to work a lot harder for it than I do."

Cole smiled. That made perfect sense. He was a cuckold. He couldn't fuck his wife anywhere near as well as her bull could. Of course he should have to work harder for his sexual pleasure.