The Cuckold Mindset - Part 7

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The coffee grinder whirred to life as Matt watched the beans get blitzed into a powder. The scent released by the violence unfolding in front of him filled his nose and he smiled.

Matt lifted his hand and the grinder stopped. The sounds of sex reached his ears. Mindy and her lover had been going at it since Matt woke up ten minutes ago. He was impressed with their stamina and had been nursing a partial erection of his own since he'd first heard his wife moaning while another man's cock no doubt moved in and out of her pussy.

The grind wasn't quite right, so Matt pressed down on the button once more and the grinder whirred to life. The sound of the blade moving through the chunks of coffee beans once again filled the kitchen and Matt bent over to inhale that intoxicating scent.

After a few seconds he stopped and the grind looked perfect. Matt poured it into the French press as he listened to his wife getting fucked. The sounds of sex had changed, though. They must have switched positions. Matt guessed that Mindy was now on her hands and knees as she tended to moan differently when being taken from behind.

The kettle reached the right temperature and Matt poured the steaming water into the French press. He stirred it vigorously, placed the top on it, and made a note of the time.

Then Matt leaned against the counter and listened to the sex coming from the master bedroom. His cock was semi-stiff in the same panties he'd worn the night before. Matt had sucked cock while in those panties. He'd watched his wife get fucked while in those panties. He'd pulled them down and masturbated with Max's used condom. A wealth of humiliating memories were contained within those panties that helped him maintain a cuckold mindset, which proved quite useful when he woke up in his guest bedroom to the sound of his wife having great sex with another man.

The coffee was nearly ready by the time the sounds of fucking concluded with a loud orgasm for Mindy and a wealth of moaning and groaning from Max.

The bedroom door opened soon after and Matt heard footsteps. His wife rounded the corner and stepped into the kitchen in a pair of satin panties with lace trim and a matching satin camisole. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and her face and chest were flushed red.

"Good morning," he said.

Mindy smiled, walked over, and kissed him softly as she caressed his cock through his panties. "Good morning, panty boy. Did we wake you up?"

"Yes."

"That must have been nice for you. A cuckold loves to wake up to the sound of his wife getting fucked by a real man, right?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"It was nice of you to make coffee. It's nice that I didn't have to tell you to do so. That's something a good cuckold would do, isn't it? He'd make sure that his wife and her lover can have coffee as soon as they're done satisfying each other."

Mindy kissed him again, but this time it was deeper. Her hand moved over his panties with greater speed, too, generating a wealth of pleasure via friction. He felt precum drip from the tip and spread over the head, no doubt leaving a wet spot in his delicate underwear.

"It made me happy to walk in here and see you in your panties and a t-shirt. I like that you seemed to understand that you don't get to wear shorts or pants when Max is in our home, not unless I give you permission. You're a cuckold, after all, and it's good to always display your inferiority, to display the fact that your cock belongs in a pair of cute little panties while Max's cock belongs deep inside your wife."

Matt had gone from aroused to painfully erect in the short time Mindy had been in the kitchen and he was deeply grateful for her attention, for she was under no obligation to do anything other than enjoy her lover's presence in their home.

"Thank you, Mindy," he said. "For cuckolding me. For making me wear panties. For finding someone to satisfy you. For being so imaginative and kinky and wild. For making my fantasies come true in the most spectacular way."

She smiled sweetly. "You're welcome, panty boy. It has truly been my pleasure and I'm sure that will continue in the future, especially if you continue to be such a good cuckold for me."

She kissed his neck and grabbed his ass, squeezing it hard through the thin and soft fabric of his underwear.

"How do you feel about the fact that I made you a cocksucker last night?" she asked.

Immediately Matt was pulled back to the night before, to when he wrapped his lips around Max's cock and gave a blowjob while his wife watched. "Good," he said. "Thank you...I know this is probably really weird to say, but thank you for making me do that. It felt...it felt strange while I did it, but now it feels...it's a turn on."

She kissed his neck and moaned softly. "That's because you're a cocksucker. I didn't make you do it. I just helped you see what you really are, panty boy. You're not a real man and Max is, so it's your duty to offer him your mouth when he's in our home. It's your duty to show him that you know your place and to show him your gratitude by offering to be a cocksucker for the man that satisfies your wife."

Matt's cock was so hard it hurt in the confines of the panties. "I love you, Mindy," he said.

She stepped back, smiled brightly, and replied, "I love you too, Matt." She studied his face like she was trying to discern if she'd gone too far with any of her dirty talk, but Matt knew she wouldn't find any evidence of that. All she'd done was arouse him by delving deeper into his fantasy than he ever expected he'd want to go.

He pulled his wife close and they kissed. It felt different. It wasn't a teasing kiss. It was the kind of kiss a husband and wife share when they feel desire for each other, when they're diving together into the same moment of romantic bliss. It was a great kiss.

"I told Max to leave his condom on the nightstand. I want you to go get it. I want you to make more cumsicles with it."

"Okay."

Matt hurried to the bedroom and arrived right as Max was stepping out of the bathroom. "Good morning," Matt said.

Max smiled. "Good morning."

"I just came for your condom."

Max glanced towards the nightstand and his smile got bigger. "Of course."

Matt grabbed the used condom and turned to head back to the kitchen, but Max stopped him.

"You know, fucking Mindy is unquestionably the most satisfying sex of my life."

"I'm really glad to hear that," Max replied.

"She's gorgeous and an absolute tigress in bed, so that's a big part of it. But this whole dynamic with you, the cuckolding, the panties, the humiliation stuff...that's part of it too."

Max stepped closer and Matt felt a little uncomfortable. He wanted to be a good cuckold, though, so he didn't leave the room.

"It's much hotter than I thought it would be to play the part that I'm playing with you two," he continued. "I've never gotten my dick sucked by a man, but it was really fucking hot to see you get on your knees for me while your wife watched. It was such a rush to participate in humiliating you like that, to have her right next to me as you wrapped your lips around a real man's cock and sucked while your worthless dick throbbed in those panties."

Matt was still uncomfortable, but now it was largely because of the arousal he felt. It turned out that it wasn't just Mindy that could thrill him with verbal humiliation.

"I'm grateful," Matt said, "for your willingness to...to do everything you've done, I guess. To fuck a married woman. To do so while I watch. To let me...to let me show my gratitude by sucking your cock."

"Is it an act of gratitude, isn't it? Getting your knees and sucking my dick while your wife watches. It's not just that, though. Your willingness to suck dick turned your wife on, it turned me on. It made the sex we had better. Your willingness to get on your knees and humiliate yourself by sucking cock while your worthless dick is trapped in those feminine panties, that was an act of servitude designed to make the sex between your wife and me hotter."

"Then I'm even happier that I did it," Matt replied. "I really am."

"Are you grateful that I fucked your wife this morning? That I made her cum so hard? That I filled that condom with my load so you can do whatever you're going to do with it?"

Matt nodded. "Yes, I'm very grateful. I am."

"Then I think you should get on your knees and kiss my cock."

Matt looked down at Max's dick. It was soft, though still quite large. He was hesitant to do as the other man desired. It felt strange without Mindy being there. It wasn't anywhere near as hot as it would have been and it felt far more humiliating. That was probably the point, though.

Matt dropped to his knees, leaned forward, and kissed the head of Max's cock. He looked up at him and said, "Thank you for satisfying my wife. Thank you for showing her that sex can be so much better than what it's been with me."

"You're welcome," Max said. "Now take my dick in your mouth. Suck on the head a little."

With the used condom still dangling from his fingers, Matt did as Max instructed. He took the head of the cock in his mouth. He sucked on it.

"Look up at me."

Matt looked up. Max's body was undeniably impressive. He was tall and muscular and more than a little imposing from Matt's position on his knees.

"From a certain point of view, you're utterly pathetic," Max said. "You're in your bedroom, you're wearing panties, and you're sucking the dick of the man that just fucked your wife and made her cum harder than I'm sure you've ever made her cum."

There was no response to offer, not with a dick in his mouth. Max was right, too, and the fact that his cock was growing a little meant he was likely turned on by what he was saying, and as a good cuckold Matt knew he should serve Max's arousal.

"You know, I don't think I entirely emptied my bladder in the bathroom," Max said.

Matt pulled back. The cock fell from his mouth.

"Is that any way to treat the man that satisfies your wife?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't."

Max smiled. "Sure you can. It's just a little piss. It's not dangerous."

Matt heard footsteps and relief washed over him.

Mindy walked into the room and into Max's arms. They shared a soft kiss before she looked down at her husband.

"What are you two doing?"

"I had him get on his knees to kiss and suck on my cock a little as a way of showing his gratitude. Then I realized I still had a little piss left in my bladder and I wanted him to drink it. He refused, though."

Matt knew that his wife would rescue him from having to degrade himself in such an extreme manner.

"Why did you refuse, panty boy?" she asked.

He stared up at her. "Well...I...it just...it's gross and it seems unsanitary."

"It's not. Not a small amount, at least, and if he wants to piss in your mouth and make you swallow it, then you know very well that you should let him do so. You need to show your respect and gratitude, Matt. The gulf between the two of you - sexually speaking - means that having Max in my life provides a measurable improvement in my happiness. As it turns out, getting fucked by a real man makes sex much, much better, and if that real man wants my husband to drink a little of his piss, then that's what my husband should do."

It felt different coming from Mindy. Matt was still horrified at the idea of drinking piss, but somehow he was also turned on and he attributed that entirely to the directive coming from his beautiful wife.

"So take his cock in your mouth, look up at him, and let him piss," she continued.

Matt couldn't believe he was actually going to do it, but he crawled closer and took the head of Max's cock in his mouth. He looked up at him. A moment later, hot piss flowed onto his tongue. The taste was awful. Truly awful. The heat of it was shocking, too. True to his word, there wasn't much, though. The flow was short-lived and not especially strong.

Matt almost spit it out as his body rejected the idea of consuming something that tasted so foul. He swallowed it, though, and then he opened his mouth to show he'd done so. He leaned in, kissed the head of Max's cock, and said, "Thank you for letting me drink your piss."

Max laughed and so did Mindy. Matt burned with humiliation but his dick was hard as a rock.

"You're welcome," Max said.

"Do you think you could go again?" Mindy asked.

"Damn right."

"Suck his cock, panty boy. Get him hard for me. I need to get fucked again. Watching that, watching you surrender like that...what a fucking turn on. My pussy is soaked."

Matt sucked dick at his wife's command. He did so while she kissed Max. She undressed from her skimpy outfit and his hands roamed over her naked body. He fingered her. He sucked on her tits. He did all of it while getting harder in Matt's mouth.

Once Max was stiff, Mindy walked to the bed. "Go make more cumsicles with that condom, panty boy. Then you can come back and watch a real man fuck me."

Matt rushed to the kitchen and carefully poured Max's cum into the ice cube tray. He made sure to get every drop out of the condom, tossed it in the trash, and headed back to the bedroom and the delight sound of his wife getting fucked.

Mindy was on her back as Matt dropped to his knees next to the bed. She turned her head, smiled at him for a moment, and then pulled Max's lips to hers for a deep kiss.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of having your cock inside me," she said. "You're so much better than him. It's night and day. It's like he's not even a man when compared to you."

Max fucked her harder and Matt wondered if his wife had already grasped exactly what to say to her lover to ensure he gave her everything she craved. 

Then Mindy clearly crossed the point of no return. She closed her eyes, arched her back a little, and let out a primal moan. Her legs spread a little wider and her thighs began to tremble. She grasped the bed sheets in her fist and damn near screamed as she climaxed on her lover's cock for a second time that morning.

"Fuck!" she cried out afterwards. "That was so fucking good." Mindy smiled at Max. "It turns out that watching my husband drink your piss got me all worked up. I think I really like it when you assert your superiority."

Max pulled out and Mindy sat up and stroked his dick in the condom.

"How do you want me?" she asked, offering, in a way, her surrender to his superiority.

"Actually, I think I'd like to finish in your husband's mouth," he said. "I'd like to sit right there on the edge of your bed and make him suck my dick until I flood his mouth with my load."

"So fucking hot," Mindy said.

Max moved to the edge of the bed and spread his legs. Matt crawled forward and Mindy wrapped her arms around her lover from behind and kissed his neck.

"Show him you know your place, panty boy," she said. "Show him your gratitude. Show him that you're just a fucking cocksucker if that's what he wants you to be."

That's what Matt was. He'd not imagined himself as a cocksucker, but he understood that the moment he confessed his panty-driven cuckold fantasy to his wife that he became a cocksucker, or at the very least that he set out on the path to becoming one. Given that his dick was hard and his body flooded with arousal as he took Max's cock in his mouth, Matt couldn't help but wonder if it had always been his destination to be a cocksucking cuckold that drank piss and wore panties and accepted humiliation for the sake of arousing his wife and her lover. At the very least he enjoyed playing that role for everyone's sexual pleasure.

"That's it, panty boy," Max said. "Suck my dick. Make me cum in your mouth."

Mindy turned her lover's head and they kissed. It was a deeply passionate kiss, one that struck Matt as filled with a certain kind of gratitude from Mindy, like she was excited that Max had taken things further into the realm of humiliation for Matt.

It didn't take long before Max's cock began to swell and throb. He was clearly turned on and Matt was clearly not a terrible cocksucker, which he found himself taking an unexpected sense of pride in.

"Cum in his mouth, baby," Mindy said softly. "Cum in my panty boy's mouth. Feed him your load. Reward him for being a good cuckold. Cum in his slutty little mouth and let him swallow your seed."

Max came. He came hard. It wasn't a huge load - he'd cum not that long ago, after all - and Matt took it all. He kept his lips sealed around the head of the cock and received the thick, creamy load with a surprising sense of happiness coursing through him, like he'd finally discovered his place in life.

"Show us," Mindy said when Max had finished cumming.

Matt tilted his head back and opened his mouth. They both looked down at him, no doubt admiring the puddle of creamy white fluid on his tongue.

"Swallow."

Matt swallowed another man's cum. He felt a mixture of pleasure and humiliation rip through his body. It was exquisite.

"Matt, darling, how would you feel about running out to grab us sandwiches from the bagel shop while Max and I cuddle?" Mindy asked.

"It would be my pleasure. I'll get dressed and then you can let me know what you want."

She smiled. "No brushing your teeth or drinking anything before you go. I want you to have the taste of a real man's cum on your tongue while you're out picking up our breakfast."

"Of course."

Matt got dressed as Mindy cuddled in their bed with her lover. He took their orders and left for the bagel shop as his wife rested her head on her lover's chest and told him how good he made her feel.

The taste of cum remained in Matt's mouth as he drove, ordered, and picked up the food. It was humiliating, but it was supposed to be humiliating. It was arousing, too, and Matt's dick was semi-hard in his panties for the entirety of the trip.

He'd already expressed his gratitude so many times, but Matt made a mental note to do so again before Max left the house, and to do whatever he could throughout the day to show his gratitude to his wife, for having his cuckold fantasies become reality had made Matt a very happy man.