A Submissive Valentine's Day

She's on her stomach in bed. She's fresh out of the shower. She has her phone in her hand.

You walk into the room. She doesn't even look at you.

"Get to work, cuck," she says.

You know what's expected of you. You crawl into bed and move between her legs. You spread her ass cheeks. You stare at her asshole. You press your face between her soft cheeks. You get to work.

You eat her asshole while she texts her boyfriend. This is your place. He'll get to fuck her later tonight. You won't. You're relegated to eating her tight little shithole while she texts with the man that's taking her to dinner on Valentine's Day.

"Mmm, that feels so fucking good," she says. "You're such a good little bitch. A horny little ass eater. You fucking love it when I let you eat my shithole, don't you?"

"Yes," you admit.

It turns you on. Maybe it shouldn't, but it does. You like that she lets you lick her asshole. You like that she calls it her shithole sometimes. That only serves to remind you that you're doing something dirty and you like it.

"Hump the bed, cuck," she says. "Hump the bed while you tongue fuck my shithole."

You grind your cock into the bed. You hump it like she tells you to. You accept the beautiful degradation of eating her ass and humping the bed. You know that another man - her boyfriend, for instance - would get to fuck her pussy. That's not for you, though.

"He says he can't wait to show you what it looks like when a real man fucks your wife on Valentine's Day."

You moan into her asshole. You can't wait, either.

"Fuck, get that tongue deep in my shithole, bitch. Taste me."

You tongue fuck her ass. You hump the bed. All the while she texts the man that's going to fuck her tonight. You work her ass for quite some time. Then she crawls out of the bed without saying a word. Your usefulness has expired until she needs you again.

It takes an hour for her to do her hair and makeup. Then she calls you back to the bedroom. You see a sheer red bodysuit and a pair of black stockings on the bed. You dress her in the lingerie she's going to wear for her boyfriend. You help her into a tight, sexy red dress and a pair of black heels, too.

"Thank you, cuck," she says. "You may kiss my feet."

You drop to your knees. You lower your head. You kiss her feet. You kiss them lovingly. You embrace your place. You kiss her feet and he gets to kiss her lips, to kiss her tits, to fuck her.

"Let's go," she says.

You drive to her boyfriend's house. He gets into the backseat with her. They kiss and fool around as you chauffeur them to the restaurant. You walk in with them. You get a seat at a table all on your own. Your wife informs their waitress that you'll be paying the bill for her and her boyfriend. The waitress looks at you and laughs a little. It's humiliating, but of course your dick is hard under the table.

You eat alone at the restaurant and watch your wife and her boyfriend enjoy their Valentine's Day dinner date. They get champagne. They toast to their relationship. They share a few kisses across the table. They flirt heavily, at least based on their body language. It's all so beautiful, so arousing.

You pay a small fortune for their meals and yours. Valentine's Day prices are considerably higher than other days, after all.

They kiss at the valet stand as you wait next to them. They act like you're nothing more than their driver as they pursue their passion for each other. The car pulls up and you open the backseat door. They get in and start fooling around before you even shut the door.

You get behind the wheel. They fool around the whole drive home. His cock comes out, though your wife doesn't go down on him. She does stroke him quite a bit, though, and he fingers her vigorously enough that you can hear the wetness.

"I want you so badly," she says. "Fuck...I need so badly to get fucked by a real man."

Your dick is hard in the front seat. Nothing turns you on more than being a cuckold, after all, and this whole night has been about your cuckolding.

You pull into the garage. You open the door for them. They head inside. You follow.

They fall into bed together. They kiss and slowly undress each other. His tongue is in her mouth as she grasps his cock and strokes him slowly and sensually. Your dick is hard, but her hand won't touch it until she's had her fun with him and even then it's no guarantee you even get a handjob on Valentine's Day.

Your wife gets out of the bed and looks at you. "Help me out of my dress, cuck," she says.

You unzip her dress and work it down her body. You fall to your knees behind her to help your wife step out of the dress. Her boyfriend gets out of the bed and approaches. She strips him naked as they kiss. You remain on your knees behind her. You hear the kissing. You see his hands moving over her body.

"It's time, cuck," she says. "Show your gratitude to my boyfriend."

Your wife steps aside and his big cock comes into view. You crawl forward. You take him in your mouth. You know that it's your place to be a cocksucker. You know that there's no point in denying that it's your place. You embrace it. This is who you are. You suck the cock of the superior man that satisfies your wife. You do a good job of it, too, because you know she'll kick you out of the bedroom if you don't.

"Suck his balls. Suck on those big, hairy balls that are going to produce a thick load of cum for your wife's pussy tonight."

You suck his balls. You look up at him, at her, as you do it. They both smile at you. It's humiliating. Your cock is hard as a rock.

Your wife kisses her boyfriend as you suck his balls. Their tongues dance. It's such a beautiful thing to see. You're so turned on. You're sucking balls and you're turned on. You're such a fucking cuck.

"That's good, cuck," she says.

They crawl into the bed. She gets on top. She unsnaps the bottom of her bodysuit and frees her pussy. She takes his cock inside her.

This is your favorite moment. You see the pure pleasure on her face. This is perfection. Utter perfection. This is what you can't give her. Your cock just isn't big enough.

They begin to fuck. She rides him. It's slow and passionate. It's beautiful. There's something romantic about it, probably because it's Valentine's Day.

She looks so good in her lingerie. She looks so good with another man's cock inside her. She looks so good fully embracing the pleasure of being your hotwife.

Your wife rides him until she cums. Her face is at its most beautiful when she climaxes and you can't get enough of it.

She climbs off of him afterwards. They kiss softly.

"Suck his fucking cock, cuck," your wife demands. "Clean my juices off of him."

You hop to your feet and crawl into the bed. You suck his cock clean. It stretches your lips. Your wife kisses him while you're blowing him. You serve him because he's the superior man, because it's your place as a cuckold.

"I want you," he says to your wife.

"I'm yours. Take me."

You back out of the bed. He moves between her legs. He's inside her a moment later.

They make love. That's the only way to describe it. His cock slowly moves in and out of her. Their bodies seem to meld together. You watch from the foot of the bed for a while before moving to the side so you can see her face.

She's his tonight. He's who she wants. He's who her body craves. He's giving her everything she needs while you watch from the sideline.

They cum together. His cock remains deep inside her for a while after their orgasms.

"Clean me, cuck," he says after pulling out and rolling onto his back.

You crawl into the bed. You suck and lick his cock clean of every drop of cum. You clean his balls, too. You take your time with it. You want to be a good cuck.

"May I clean you?" you ask your wife.

"Yes, you may."

You move between her legs. Your tongue disappears into her pussy. You clean another man's cum out of her. While you do she kisses him.

"This was the best Valentine's Day of my life," she says to him. "Thank you."

"Believe me, it was my pleasure."

"Will you give us a few minutes?" she asks.

"Of course."

Her boyfriend leaves as you continue to clean her pussy. She looks down at you and smiles. She runs her fingers through your hair. She caresses your face.

"You were such a good cuck tonight," she says. "You deserve a reward."

She sits up and you move to your knees. You crawl closer at her urging and she takes your cock in her hand. She strokes you while holding your gaze.

"I'm going to let you cum in my hand," she says. "But only if you agree to eat your load as soon as you finish cumming."

"I will."

"Such a good cuck." She smiles. "Oh, and one more thing. As soon as my boyfriend comes back you'll need to start sucking his dick to get him ready for round two. Can you do that after I've made you cum?"

You won't enjoy it. You know you won't. Sucking cock is far worse after you've cum. You know that she'll enjoy it, though, so you agree.

"Yes, I can do that."

She tightens her grip. She strokes you faster. An orgasm is imminent. She kisses you. Her tongue is wondrous in your mouth.

You cum hard. You moan and groan into her mouth as you cum into her hand. She kisses you right up until the moment you finish unloading.

Her hand appears at your mouth. You open wide. She pours the cum onto your tongue. You lick her hand clean. You swallow your load. It's awful. You swallow it like a good cuck, though.

Her boyfriend returns. He crawls into bed. She cuddles with him. You begin sucking his cock as they kiss. You're a good cuck and you're going to adhere to your Valentine's Day duties because that's what makes your wife happy.