The Luckiest Cuckold - Part 3

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"You're doing that on purpose, right?" Louis asked as he watched his wife lick her ice cream in a decidedly seductive manner.

"Who, me?" she replied playfully.

He laughed.

"I'd never purposefully tease you, sweetie. It's just really good ice cream."

"Can I have a taste?"

She smiled, licked her ice cream once more, and leaned a little closer to whisper, "Those are familiar words for a cuck, aren't they?"

Louis felt a gentle surge of arousal. It wasn't often that Naomi mentioned his cuckolding in public - they were sitting on a bench outside the ice cream shop - but there was something about the very mild risk of it that thrilled him a little more than usual.

"I do say that a lot, don't I?"

She nodded. "Which do you enjoy more? A tasty lick of my ice cream or licking my pussy after Colin's had his way with me?"

"Your pussy," he admitted.

"Even though it tastes like latex and sex?"

"Because it tastes like latex and sex."

Naomi kissed him on the cheek. Her lips were shockingly cold and a little bit wet and he could feel the sticky residue she'd left behind.

"I like that you're such a cuck," she whispered. "It makes my relationship with Colin so much hotter."

Louis put a hand on his wife's leg and gently pushed her dress up. Just a few inches, but it felt a bit bold and exciting. He rested his hand on her thigh and she looked down and then flashed a bright smile.

"Does it feel good to touch me like that?" she asked.

Louis nodded and licked his ice cream.

"Does it feel good to know that there's another man in my life that touches me like that?"

"It really does."

"And does it feel good to know that if I was with Colin I'd spread my legs wider, that I'd do that even on a public street, that I'd be so eager to feel his fingers move up my thighs and towards my pussy that I'd offer him the chance to do as he pleased in public?"

Louis felt a stirring between his legs and he nodded. "I feel like that's the kind of thing that would make Colin a little bit obsessed with you, that you're the kind of woman that likes to thrill him in public. That can be really exciting."

"I know," Naomi said. "I kind of wish I was sitting here with him. I kind of wish I could lean over and kiss him and share the taste of my ice cream by slipping my tongue into his mouth."

"You'd want to make out in public with your bull?"

"Hell yes. We've done it a few times. There's something kind of thrilling about the idea that a friend of mine might see me, that I might be outed as a hotwife. I know that's crazy, but it's still a little bit thrilling."

"It's not crazy," Louis said. "Not crazier than anything else about this lifestyle, at least."

Naomi smiled and offered her cone. Louis took note that she hadn't offered her tongue and felt just that intoxicating mixture of jealousy and arousal as he took a lick.

"That's delicious," he said.

"I know. I have very good taste."

He laughed. "Yes you do."

Louis's hand remained on her leg as he thought of Colin caressing her thigh in public, as he thought of them making out in public, as he thought of his wife finding such pleasure in spending time with another man. They ended up sitting in relative silence for a few minutes, though Louis barely noticed given that he'd drifted off to cuckold dreamland.

"Colin wants to know if I'm available," Naomi said, pulling Louis from his cuckold trance.

He turned to his wife and saw her holding her phone as she smiled at him. Colin must have texted. "Are you available?"

"Well, I'm on a date with my husband. What kind of wife would I be if I were available to another man?"

"A good wife."

"Is that right? I'd be a good wife if I told Colin that my husband would happy to end our date night and drive me to another man's house so I can give my body to that man for his pleasure?"

Louis nodded. "That would make you a very good wife."

"And I suppose it would make me a very good...well, I'm not sure what Colin would call me. Girlfriend? Fuck buddy?"

"Whatever he calls you, you'd be a very good version of it if you were willing to cut date night short so you could go to his place and show him a good time."

Naomi licked her ice cream, leaned over, and kissed Louis. Her tongue pushed deep into his mouth and he savored the taste of her ice cream and the absolute delight of being kissed in that manner. He also moved his fingers a little further up her thigh.

"Let's go," she said with a smile.

Louis stood, tossed what little remained of his ice cream into the trash, and took his wife's hand. He squeezed it and then put his arm around her as they headed for their car, which was at the end of the block.

"I'm grateful for your willingness to do this, you know," Naomi said as they approached the car.

"And I'm grateful for your continued willingness to be a hotwife, to make my cuckold fantasies come true."

He opened the door for her and Naomi gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting in. Louis made sure she was clear and shut the door. He took a moment to enjoy the fact that he was about to drive his wife to her bull's house and that he was going to do it on date night. Louis expected that his night was going to end with sex with his wife, but it seemed that another man was going to claim that pleasure.

He got behind the wheel and Naomi leaned over for a kiss before Louis could start the car. Her hand found his cock and she stroked him while their tongues entwined.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"Like I said, I'm grateful," she replied. "My husband is willing to give up the rest of our date night to drive me to another man's house so I can get fucked by that other man. That's incredible, especially considering that Colin fucks me better than you do."

Louis's dick got harder, though he suspected his wife knew that. "I love you so much, Naomi."

She smiled and let out a delighted laugh. "I love you too, Louis. Now take me to my bull's house."

Naomi texted with Colin for most of the drive to his house. She sent a few pictures, including one of her cleavage and another that amounted to an upskirt. That one was to show that her pussy was wet in anticipation of what Colin was going to do to her.

As they pulled into Colin's driveway, Naomi leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll probably be here for a while, so you can go home. I'll text you when I'm ready to be picked up."

"Have fun," he said.

"I will."

Naomi got out and Louis watched her walk to Colin's front door. It opened as she lifted her hand to knock and she stepped into the house and into Colin's arms. The door remained open as they shared a deep and passionate kiss and Louis suspected that Naomi had requested that her husband get to watch.

Then, to his surprise, she sank to her knees right there at the front door. She reached up - presumably to unzip Colin's pants - but he shut the door before anything else happened.

Louis sat in the driveway and imagined his wife sucking another man's cock behind the door. He was tempted to get out and run up to the house to see if he could secure a spot to watch from, but Louis backed out of the driveway and headed home instead.

It was nearly two hours before Naomi texted that she was ready to be picked up. Louis rushed to the car, drove to her bull's home, and messaged that he was there.

The front door opened and Naomi stepped out. Colin followed and he took her into his arms. They shared a long, deep, borderline romantic kiss and Louis watched every second of it as his cock slowly reached an erect state.

After what seemed like forever, Naomi stepped away from her bull and turned to the car. She got halfway there before turning and waving at Colin. She even blew him a kiss. He smiled and waved back. He remained outside right up until Naomi got in the car with Louis.

"That was a hell of a kiss," he said.

"I know," she replied.

Naomi looked like a woman who'd just had sex. Her hair was tousled. Her makeup wasn't quite as perfect as it had been when they were at dinner. She also had that blissful look someone gets after they've experienced a tremendously pleasurable orgasm. Or multiple orgasms, as Louis suspected was the case.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

She nodded and then leaned over. Louis was delighted when she kissed him and even more so when she reached between his legs and caressed his cock, which was still quite hard.

"Did watching us kiss get you hard?"

"Yes," he admitted. "Though, to be fair, I spent a pretty good portion of the evening thinking about my wife having sex with another man."

"I suppose that a cuck would find that sort of thing quite arousing, wouldn't he?" she asked softly before smiling as beautifully as Louis had ever seen.

"Yes, a cuck would be quite aroused by that, especially if he'd seen his wife get on her knees for her bull the moment she stepped into his house."

Naomi kissed his neck and moaned softly. "That's not the first time I've sucked his cock right after stepping in his house. I did that last week, too. I'm trying to take your advice, cuck. I'm trying to be the kind of woman that is so memorable, so sexy, so naughty, so satisfying, that Colin only ever thinks of me when he wants to get laid."

Louis wanted his wife to pull out his cock and jerk him off. He wanted her to give him a blowjob. Hell, he wanted to take her into the backseat and fuck her. In that moment, his mind was dominated by desire and very little else.

"Take me home," she said.

Louis backed out of the driveway and headed home.

"Did you have sex more than once?" he asked.

"Twice," she replied.

"Was it good?"

She laughed. "It's always good. It's always great, in fact. Colin is a man like few others, at least when it comes to satisfying me. That's why I want to be a woman like so few others when it comes to satisfying him." She paused and then reached over to caress his leg. "I'm grateful that you pushed me to try and be that kind of woman for Colin. I think it's working. At the very least we're having even better sex, which I didn't think was possible."

"Did you ask about being exclusive?"

"No. Not yet, and I'm not sure I'm going to. Honestly, I think my plan is working pretty well. I've seen him three times this week. I think there's already a chance that I'm the woman he thinks of when he wants to cum."

Louis glanced at his wife and he was surprised to see a touch of uncertainty on her face. "What's wrong?"

"I still have moments of...I don't know, insecurity, I guess. Jealousy. I mean, I don't even know if he's seeing anyone else, and yet tonight when he was holding me in his arms after we'd fucked, I was gripped by this sensation that he'd done that same thing with another woman in his bed this week. I had no reason to feel that way - truly no reason - and yet I felt it and I just hated feeling it. I just hated wondering if Colin was thinking about the other woman, if she'd made him cum harder than I had."

Louis reached over and found her hand. He squeezed it softly. "I'm not saying he's been with other women, but if he was, there's every chance you're the one he's thinking about after he fucks this other woman. There's every chance that you're the one that makes him cum harder than all the others."

"I want to do more," she said. "More to make it so that he forgets every other woman in his phone."

They pulled into the driveway and Louis parked the car and got out to open the door for his wife. She kissed him on the cheek and they went inside.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"I'd like that," she said. "Wine for me."

Louis poured two glasses of wine and brought them to the living room. He joined his wife on the couch and kissed her on the cheek.

"He liked that you dropped me off," she said. "He liked that you were in the driveway when I got on my knees for him. His cock got hard so fast and at least part of it was that you were watching. He likes that I'm married and that I'm so available to him. He likes feeling superior to my husband. He likes that he makes me cum harder than you do."

"How does he know that?"

She laughed softly. "Because I tell him. Now that I know how much it turns him on, I tell him even more often. To be honest, it turns me on, too. To tell him that he fucks me better than you, I mean. It unlocks something in me. Something...I don't know, primal. It's strange. I can't really explain it. Maybe it's just that I like how much it turns him on. Maybe it's that it feels like I'm really taking advantage of my total freedom in my marriage. I don't know. I love it, though."

"Has he ever cum on your body?"

"No."

"Really? Not even your tits?"

She shook her head.

"Maybe he'd enjoy that."

"Do men like that?"

"Some men do," Louis answered. "It's hard to explain. In fact, I absolutely could not actually explain why a man would like that. It's just something that some men are really into. Maybe Colin would be that kind of man. Maybe he'd enjoy it even more given that you're a married woman. Like, he cums on your tits and then sends you home to me."

"With his cum still on my tits?"

"Well, no, that would be really messy, but maybe with the residue of it. Or maybe it's just the symbolism of it. He cums on another man's wife and sends him home to that man. Of course, that part would be even stronger if he was cumming inside you."

Louis was suddenly quite turned on.

"I know he'd enjoy that," Naomi said. "Every man enjoys that, and I'll bet that you're right that Colin would absolutely love to send me home to you knowing that his cum was inside me. Hell, if he'd cum in me tonight he would have been so fucking turned on watching me get in the car with my husband knowing that he'd just put his load in my pussy."

Louis stared at his wife and her smile. "Did he...did he cum inside you?"

She shook her head. "No, sorry."

"Sorry?"

She leaned in, kissed him softly, and said, "It's really obvious you'd be turned on if I'd let Colin cum inside me, cuck. Really, really obvious. I like that, though. As it turns out, both of my men would be really turned on by Colin cumming in my pussy."

"Yes, we would. Maybe...maybe that's something you should let him do."

Louis leaned in to kiss her but Naomi leaned back, denying him. She smiled and took a sip of her wine. She swirled the liquid in the glass and swallowed in a slow, deliberate fashion.

"Sorry if it's weird to be excited about that."

"It's not," she said. "It's just...well, I don't know if it's enough."

"Enough?"

"Well, the idea here is convince Colin to want me and only me, to arouse him so thoroughly and make him cum so hard that he's downright obsessed with me, that he wouldn't dream of another woman because there's no chance that another woman could make him feel as good as I do."

Louis was rock hard as he listened to his wife talk about another man in that way.

"I think I can offer something that most women can't and I can offer it because I'm married to a cuckold," she said.

"What can you offer?"

Naomi smiled. "I can tell Colin that my husband is no longer allowed to cum inside me, that Colin is the only man that gets to cum in my pussy, that he fucks me so much better than my husband that I've decided that Colin has exclusive access to unprotected sex with me."

She chose that moment to stroke Louis's dick through his pants and he closed his eyes and moaned at the surprisingly intense nature of the pleasure he felt.

"How would you feel about that?" Naomi asked softly. "How would you feel about being forbidden from cumming inside your wife? How would you feel about being relegated to wearing condoms while Colin was permitted to cum inside me?"

"I...I think I'd be turned on. I'm turned on right now."

"I know, I can feel it."

"Are you really going to do that?"

She smiled. "I'm thinking about it. The idea of it...I don't know, it turns me on too. I can't stop thinking about how Colin would fuck me that first time I let him cum inside me, that first time he knows that he's now the man that gets to unload in my pussy. I just feel like he'd want to...I don't know...take me. Take me from you, in a way."

Louis shouldn't have been surprised at this development. He was more surprised that he hadn't been the one to suggest it. He was hugely turned on, too. Hugely, hugely turned on.

"Can I...fuck, Naomi, can I fuck you?"

"No," she replied. "I've been fucked tonight. If I let you have me it would only be a disappointment for me, cuck. You really don't compare to Colin and my pussy is still tingling from the things he did to it."

"Can I have a handjob?"

She finished her wine and set the glass on the end table next to the couch. She turned back to Louis, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock. "You're so hard," Naomi said as she stroked him. "So eager to cum. So desperate to cum, even."

"Yes, I am."

"Can I admit something?"

He nodded.

"When you're like this...I feel really powerful in a way that I've grown to love. You're so desperate, so eager, so horny. It's like when we were first together, when I felt like I had the power to make you feel as good as anyone had ever felt. Now, though, I'll admit that sometimes I revel in the power to deny you the chance to feel that good."

"Please don't," he said.

Naomi stroked him a little faster and gathered some of the precum dripping from the tip of his cock. The added lube made her stroking feel even better and Louis groaned in pure delight.

"The panties I wore tonight...they're drenched. My pussy got a bit creamy the second time he fucked me. Not with his cum, of course, but with a mess from deep inside me. They need to be cleaned, Louis, and if you remember, I no longer clean my panties. My cuck does that."

"I will. I'll hand wash them. I will."

Naomi smiled, released his cock, and pulled her panties off. "You'll do it right now."

He took the panties and rushed to the bathroom. He ran the water and studied the mess in the underwear in his hand. There was a great deal of wetness and some of the creamy white stuff she'd mentioned. It was thick and the fact that fucking Colin had made that creamy fluid come out of Naomi's pussy was astounding to Louis.

He used the special detergent to wash her panties. He used his hands. He used his hands to wash the underwear his wife had worn while another man fucked her. He cleaned the wetness that being with Colin had produced. He felt so much like a cuck.

When he was finished, Louis hung the panties over the shower railing to dry and returned to the living room. He found Naomi naked on the couch. She'd poured herself another glass of wine.

"Welcome back, cuck," she said while spreading her legs. "I've decided that you won't be cumming tonight. You will, however, eat my pussy as many times as I desire it. Now get on your knees."

As frustrated as it was to be denied an orgasm, Louis couldn't deny the thrill. He dropped to his knees in front of his wife, crawled forward, and ate her pussy as he'd been instructed to do.

"I think I'll text Colin and ask if he's willing to get tested so he can start cumming inside me," she said. "I imagine he'll agree, especially when I tell him that my husband has been banished from cumming in my pussy."

Louis looked up and Naomi immediately put a hand on his head and directed him back to her pussy.

"That's right, cuck. You've already cum inside me for the last time...as long as I'm with Colin, that is. From now on, it's condoms when you fuck me. Colin deserves that pure, perfect pleasure that comes with fucking a woman raw. A cuck doesn't deserve that."

Her decision was agonizing and hugely arousing. He thought he'd have another chance - at least one - to fuck his wife unprotected. He was wrong.

Agony and arousal often went hand in hand with being a cuck, though, and Louis was, in a way, as excited as he'd ever been as he grappled with his denial and the intense thrill of his wife's intention to have unprotected sex with her bull.

Louis suspected he'd actually enjoy getting to put on a condom. The first time, at least. Then he'd find a way to enjoy the frustration of being denied a husband’s typical enjoyment of his wife's pussy. He was a cuck, after all, and sometimes there was such pleasure in frustration.