The Luckiest Cuckold - Part 2

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"Have you ever done a striptease?" Louis asked.

Naomi looked up from her phone, stared blankly for a few moments, and then said, "Do you mean, like, professionally?"

He laughed. "No. I mean have you ever done a striptease for a guy? Given a boyfriend a lap dance? That sort of thing."

"Are you asking for a lap dance?"

Louis laughed again. "No, no. I'm asking because that's the sort of thing that Colin would probably enjoy. Doing a striptease or giving him a lap dance might really turn him on. It might make him feel like you're quite keen on making him feel good, you know? Which might be the sort of thing that would make him think twice about fucking another woman."

Naomi's lips slowly curled into a smile. "I do think he'd like that."

"Any man would like that."

Her hand moved under the sheets and found Louis's thigh. "Are you the kind of man that would like that?"

He nodded. "I'm also the kind of man that would probably find it even more arousing if you were giving a lap dance to another man."

"Have you ever gotten a lap dance?"

"Once. It was at a friend's bachelor party. This was long before we were married. We went to a strip club. A friend of mine paid for me to get a lap dance."

Naomi inched closer and her hand moved up his thigh. "And was it good? Did it turn you on?"

"It's pretty hard not to get turned on when a beautiful, nearly naked woman is grinding in your lap, you know? It was weird, though. I felt kind of uncomfortable at getting turned on, like I couldn't imagine that the dancer would have found it anything other than gross to feel my erection pressing into her ass."

"I think some women like that," Naomi said softly. "It makes them feel powerful to be able to enrapture a man with little more than their body."

Her fingers found his cock and she stroked him through his boxers.

"I feel a little of that when Colin gets hard for me. I feel a little of it when I go down on him. I'm using my mouth to completely and utterly enrapture and enchant him. I suck his cock and he goes to this place of pure pleasure. There's something exciting about it, and the fact that giving him a blowjob is all about his stimulation is, in a way, really hot because my mind is clear and focused on the fact that I'm making this gorgeous, desirable man feel good, that he's thinking about me and only me in that moment."

Louis was hard as a rock thanks to his wife's skillful slow stroking and sensual talk. He turned his head and saw Naomi smiling. Her lips looked soft and perfect and for a moment Louis imagined them around his cock. Then another image took hold of his imagination. It was of his wife sucking another man's cock. Naomi was on her knees in front of Colin with his thickness in her mouth.

"I'm thinking about you sucking his cock," he whispered.

"And that excites you?"

He nodded.

"You're such a cuck."

"I know. I can't help it. It's just so fucking hot."

Naomi's lips brushed against his neck before she kissed him and unleashed a soft moan. "If I told you that I'd be willing to either suck your cock or give you a handjob while I tell you about sucking Colin's cock, which would you choose?"

"The handjob."

"Mmm, that's what I thought."

Naomi's hand moved under the waistband of Louis's boxers and her fingers encircled his cock. They kissed as she stroked him slowly, spreading the copious precum he'd leaked over his shaft to lube him. She tightened her grip once his dick was slippery and stroked him a little faster.

"That feels so good," he said.

"Do you think I should give Colin more blowjobs? Should I suck him to completion more often? Should I let him cum in my mouth so I can swallow for him?"

"Yes."

Her tongue entered Louis's mouth once more. It moved actively and eagerly, dancing with his and pushing deep before pulling back. Her lips felt wet and soft as they pressed against his. Louis couldn't help but think of those lips wrapped around Colin's cock, though, and those thoughts drove him deeper into a place of arousal.

"You should...you should tell him how much you like sucking his cock," Louis said. "Men like to hear that."

"Yeah? You think Colin would enjoy hearing that I like being a cocksucker for him?"

"Oh...fuck..."

Naomi pulled her hand from his boxers and she yanked the sheets back, moved between Louis's legs, and pulled his underwear off. To his surprise, Naomi leaned forward and offered a series of kisses against his thighs. Her breath was warm against his skin and she did wondrous things with her tongue that inspired a bevy of low moans.

"I like sucking Colin's cock," she said. "And to be honest, I like the idea that giving him blowjobs - more blowjobs, that is - and swallowing for him might make Colin want me and only me."

"Blowjob are the way to a man's heart. Or some men's hearts, at least."

Naomi surprised Louis by taking his balls into her mouth. She stroked his dick slowly, working the underside of the head with her thumb. She worked him in that manner for a few beautiful minutes and then her head popped up and she crawled forward.

"I know I promised you a handjob, but I've decided I'd really like to feel your cock inside me," she said while removing her panties.

Before Louis could say a word, Naomi took him in her pussy. He looked down and marveled at the beautiful view of her pubic hair entwined with his. The entirety of his cock was now inside her and Louis felt every bit of her heat and wetness.

Naomi began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding her clit into his pelvis and generating what must have been a wealth of pleasure, at least based on the look on her face.

"Colin fucks me better than you do, baby - so much better - but it does feel good to ride you," Naomi said with a smile. "He's longer and thicker and he stretches my pussy and gets so deep inside me, but your cuck dick is nice, too."

Louis reached up to play with his wife's breasts, but she grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed. She looked down at him with lust - and perhaps a touch of aggression - in her eyes and then leaned closer and kissed his neck.

"No touching, cuck," she said. "You're lucky to be inside me. You're lucky that I'm using you to get off, that I'm eager enough to cum that I'm willing to give your dick pleasure while I grind my clit into you. You just need to lie there and hold off on cumming until I give you permission."

Naomi sat up, took her shirt off, and grasped her breasts as Louis wanted to do. He watched as she began rocking her hips once more. She threw her head back and moaned and Louis was certain it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

"Do you enjoy this position with Colin?" he asked.

"I do, though it's not my favorite."

"What's your favorite?"

"Missionary, especially when I'm in the mood to be pounded. I fucking love that. I can cum over and over again when he pounds me in missionary. I lose myself in it. I get off on the pleasure of it, on the stimulation, on knowing that my pussy is going to bring Colin the sexual satisfaction he deserves, on knowing that he wants me, that he craves me, that I give him what he needs."

She rode Louis faster and he was certain she was thinking about Colin. She had to have been. She'd been clear that taking Louis inside her was a gift more than anything and he was deeply appreciative of it.

"Cum for me, Louis!" she cried out.

He came almost immediately. Of course he did. Naomi came with him and as far as Louis could tell it was a deeply pleasurable orgasm.

Eventually she fell forward and he wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you, Naomi. That was really hot."

"You're welcome, my love." She kissed his neck and cheek and eventually her lips found their way to his. "I want to go shopping tomorrow. I want you to buy me the kinds of things that will drive Colin wild with desire."

"It would be my pleasure."

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"What's Colin's favorite position?"

Naomi turned Louis's way and smiled as she reached up and ran her fingers over a delicate-looking pink lace camisole. "Honestly, I think it depends on his mood."

"You'd look good in that. Really good."

Naomi glanced at the price tag and her eyes went wide. "This stuff is expensive."

Louis had chosen the shop they were currently browsing so he knew full well that everything was expensive. "I know. Colin strikes me as the kind of guy that likes a classier kind of lingerie, though. The kind that makes a woman look sexy, not trashy or slutty, so even if the goal is to be a bit slutty, I think you should do so in classy lingerie."

She smiled. "And we can afford this?"

He nodded. "We can, and it feels like a worthy investment. Plus, this stuff is so well made that it lasts forever, unlike the cheap stuff."

"Are you thinking that I'll wear some of this for you, Louis?"

He shook his head. "Actually, I think Colin will find it hotter if you make it perfectly clear that the lingerie is just for him, that your husband has never seen you in it and that he never will."

The idea seemed to appeal to Naomi, at least based on the brief flash of arousal Louis saw on her face. She sauntered towards him, leaned in, and softly kissed his neck.

"That's an idea that you like too, isn't it cuck?" she whispered.

The arousal was immediate and intense. Louis's cock was half hard in the blink of an eye and he found himself in that very particular state of mind where it suddenly seemed difficult to function.

"Yes," he admitted.

Naomi backed up, glanced at his crotch, and then returned to the camisole she'd been surveying. "I think you're right, though. I think Colin would love the idea that I have lingerie I only wear for him. I think he might also love that my husband bought me that lingerie. After all, he loves that I prefer fucking him over you, that he makes me cum harder than you do, that I fuck him a great deal more often than I fuck you."

Louis was hard. He moved closer to a rack of lingerie to hide the bulge in his pants. He was astounded at Naomi's willingness to talk like that in public, too, though no one seemed close enough to have heard her.

She held the camisole against her body, smiled, and struck a flirty pose. "Should I try this on?"

Louis nodded. "Absolutely."

"And I should probably get a matching pair of panties, shouldn't I?"

"Yes. Something that makes your ass look amazing. Maybe a high bikini cut or boyshorts?"

Naomi smiled. "Both good choices. I suppose I could just buy both types. I mean, the boyshorts are probably best if I'm going to give Colin a blowjob. He'd probably enjoy the view of my ass in all this beautiful lace. The bikini cut thong is probably better if he's fucking me from behind."

Louis took a moment to acknowledge - silently - that he was a very lucky man. Not only was his wife into making his cuckold fantasy come true, she seemed to be all in on becoming the kind of wild hotwife that would likely make Colin utterly obsessed with her.

"Does he fuck you from behind often?"

She nodded. "He does. I'd say that's his favorite position when he's feeling a bit aggressive, when he really wants to fuck me. There's something so...I don't know, animalistic about being bent over and taken. He grips my hips and pulls back hard every time he thrusts into me. It's like he's taking me and making me his. It's really kind of incredible. We do standing doggystyle sometimes, too. The last time I was at his place he fucked me from behind in his kitchen. I held on to the counter and he took me hard while kissing my neck and playing with my tits."

"Do you cum when he fucks you that way?"

"Sometimes. On rare occasions I cum just from the sheer pleasure of being taken in that way by someone like Colin. Sometimes I'll rub my clit and cum that way. Sometimes, though, I just like being a vessel for his pleasure."

They'd talked endlessly about the sex that Naomi and Colin enjoyed, but she'd never expressed that particular feeling and Louis found it enthralling.

"Does he know that?" he asked.

"Which part?"

"The part about you enjoying being a vessel for his pleasure?"

"I've never said it."

"You should. Next time he fucks you like that or you suck him off and swallow for him, tell him that you love making him cum, that you love satisfying him. Hell, tell him that you love being a vessel for his pleasure. That's the sort of thing a man like Colin wants to hear. That's probably the sort of thing that will make him feel like he can have you more often, and that's not a bad thing, right?"

Naomi plucked two pairs of panties - one boyshort and one bikini cut thong - and approached Louis. She placed the underwear and the camisole into his hands and once more leaned in to kiss his neck.

"It's not a bad thing to me," she said. "I love fucking Colin. I love how good he makes me feel, and the more I think about it the more I understand that I really, really love being a source of pleasure for a man like him. All of this stuff we're doing is to try and make it so I'm the only source of pleasure for him. The real question, though, is whether you like it, because Colin having me more often means there's less time for you."

"I want that," Louis admitted.

Naomi seemed delighted. "Good. Then let's do a little more lingerie shopping and I'll try everything on."

"I can't wait."

She smiled. "Well, unfortunately you won't be allowed to see me in anything." Naomi kissed him on the cheek. "After all, this lingerie is for Colin, not you, and there's no reason my cuck husband should see me in the naughty things I'm going to wear for the man that fucks me to the most incredible orgasms of my life."

Louis was hard yet again. Naomi turned and walked away.

"Coming?" she asked.

"I need just a minute."

She laughed sweetly. "Well, I'll get started without you. You can catch up when you're ready. Oh, and why don't you pick out a few things on your own? We'll see if you have a sense of the sort of things that Colin would like to see on me."

Louis nodded and his wife walked away. He watched her go and looked down at the lingerie that rested in his hand. He loved that he was helping her become a better, naughtier hotwife for Colin. He loved that Naomi seemed so empowered and aroused at the idea of persuading Colin to at least consider fucking her and only her. He loved that he was going to be given the opportunity to be an even better cuck for his wife and he was determined to play his part in helping her get what she wanted out of her relationship with Colin.

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Louis opened the front door as Naomi stepped onto the porch. She smiled and stepped inside. He caught a whiff of her perfume, but there was also the distinct scent of a man emanating from her.

"You went to see him?" he asked. Naomi hadn't said a word to Louis about where she was going when she left the house, though he'd hoped she was visiting her bull.

"How can you tell?"

"I can smell him on you."

She set her purse down, stepped closer, and kissed him on the cheek. Her lips lingered against his skin for a handful of seconds and Louis closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. All it took was the scent of another man on his wife to arouse him to the point where his cock reached a half hard state.

"I wore the pink camisole for him," she whispered. "The one you bought me. The one you spent a small fortune on."

"Did he like it?"

Naomi kissed his neck and moaned as Louis ran his hands down her back and under her sweater. He caressed her smooth, warm skin and felt the delicate lace of her lingerie.

"He loved it," she said. "You were right about telling him that he was the only one I was going to wear it for. He absolutely loved it when I said that you weren't allowed to see me in the camisole and panties, that lingerie like that was only for the man that fucks me the way I need to be fucked, the man that can actually satisfy me."

Louis was hard as a rock. "Can I see it now?"

She stepped back and smiled. "No, sweetie. You're never allowed to see me in the lingerie I'm going to wear for Colin. Maybe, some day, when I decide I'm not going to wear it for him again I'll wear it for you. Until then, though, you don't get to see it."

Naomi looked beautiful in a sweater and jeans, but Louis could only picture her in the lingerie. He wanted to see it, and yet he loved that he wasn't allowed to.

"I did have an idea, though," she said.

"Yeah? What's that?"

"Well, my pussy got very, very wet today. Wet enough that it soaked my panties. Wet enough that it made a mess in my panties, in fact, which means they need to be washed."

Louis couldn't help but wonder what had gotten her so wet. Did she fuck Colin? Did she go down on him? Did she go down on him and then get fucked?

"Lingerie like the stuff we bought, though, needs to be hand washed."

He smiled.

"And there's really no reason I should be the one to wash it," Naomi said. "That should be my cuck's duty. You don't get to see me in it, but you absolutely need to hand wash the lingerie that I used to arouse another man."

"A superior man," he replied.

Naomi stroked him through his jeans. "Does that excite you, Louis? Do you like thinking of Colin as a superior man?"

"Yes," Louis admitted.

"I suppose he is. I suppose that's why I like fucking him. I suppose that's why I want him to be mine and mine alone."

That notion - which Naomi had hinted at but never fully admitted to - struck Louis as hugely arousing. She was married to him but fully in pursuit of Colin and eager to make him so enthralled with her that she was the only one he ever wanted to fuck.

"I want to help you with that," Louis said. "Do you think Colin would like the idea that he fucks you in your lingerie and then I hand wash it?"

"Probably, though to be honest, that idea was more for you than anyone else. It was something of a gift for you, Louis, because I'm pretty sure you love the idea of hand washing lingerie that you're not allowed to see me in, lingerie that only another man is allowed to see me in."

"I do," he admitted.

"Then you'll get to do it for the first time today. You can hand wash my panties. I have special detergent for you. It's very delicate. You'll need to be gentle, though. I don't want you ruining this lovely underwear that you paid so much for."

Louis was thrilled. Beyond thrilled, even.

"Did he fuck you today?"

Naomi shook her head. "I gave him a lap dance and sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I was thinking about fucking him, but when I got there he talked about how stressful his day had been and I decided that Colin deserved to be pampered in the way a hotwife can pamper the man that fucks her better than her husband does."

Louis stared at her lips. He imagined them wrapped around Colin's cock. "Can I kiss you?" he asked.

"Do you want to kiss me because you know I sucked another man's cock?"

"Yes."

Naomi smiled, unzipped Louis's pants, and freed his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and kissed him. Her tongue slowly moved into his mouth and he moaned at the thrill of kissing his wife so soon after she'd blown another man.

"That was the most incredible kiss," he said.

Naomi laughed softly. "Colin loved the lingerie, by the way. He said my ass looked especially good in the panties. I told him that my husband was happy to buy me something expensive to wear for him and that I planned on wearing lots more lingerie for him."

"Did he like that?"

She nodded. "He loved it. He loved the way I sucked his cock. He loved the way I swallowed for him. He loved that I told him how much I enjoyed being able to suck his cock and make him feel good. Thank you for that, Louis. You've already helped me be a better hotwife. I don't know if Colin is ready to be a one woman kind of man, but I think there's a real chance I could actually get him to a place where I'm the only one he goes to for pleasure, where all of his attention is on me."

She was still stroking him and Louis felt a great deal closer to an orgasm.

"I'd like to cum," Naomi said. "But my panties need to be washed before they get stained, so you'll have to take care of that."

"Okay."

"Follow me."

Naomi turned and walked towards the bedroom. Louis followed like he'd been instructed to do, but she stopped him from entering the bedroom.

"You're not allowed to see me in the lingerie I wear for Colin. Stay here."

Louis waited in the hallway as Naomi shut the door. He knew she looked amazing in the lingerie - she had to - and he desperately wanted to see her in it. There was something so thrilling about being denied, though, and about the promise of that denial happening over and over again in the future.

Naomi was naked when the bedroom door opened again. Louis saw the lingerie in a pile on the floor.

"Fold the camisole and put it in my lingerie drawer," she instructed. "Take the panties to the bathroom, run warm water, and gently scrub them using your fingers. You'll find the detergent in a small black bottle under the sink."

Louis folded the camisole as his wife crawled into their bed. Naomi waited on her hands and knees for a few moments and reached back to play with her pussy. She was teasing him, of course.

He picked up the panties and moved towards the master bathroom.

"You're going to hear me masturbating, Louis," she said. "I know you'd like to watch or participate, but you need to close the bathroom door and concentrate on cleaning my panties. I'll have cum before you finish, but I might want to cum again. Make sure you do a good job cleaning my panties, though. If you don't, I won't let you anywhere near me."

"I'll do a good job," he said.

Louis stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. Naomi started moaning almost immediately. He closed his eyes and let a wave of arousal wash over him. Louis grabbed the detergent bottle from under the sink - it was smaller than he expected - and ran the water until it warmed up.

Before washing her panties, Louis held them to his nose and inhaled. He'd never done that sort of thing before, but something about the distinct scent of Naomi's arousal thrilled him.

Her moans got louder. She was already closing in on an orgasm.

Louis squirted a bit of detergent into the gusset of her panties and held them under the warm water for a moment. He then used his fingers to scrub them, cleaning the delicate fabric as carefully as he could.

As he tended to the task, Louis experienced arousal, jealousy, and just a touch of the kind of humiliation that turned him on. He was, after all, being denied the pleasure of fooling around with his wife while simultaneously cleaning the lingerie she'd worn for another man, lingerie that Louis was not permitted to see on her body.

It seemed that Louis's attempt to help Naomi become a super charged hotwife was going to lead to him becoming something of a super charged cuckold. He wasn't against that, though. In fact, Louis was all for it. He loved being a cuck and he was ready to go a great deal deeper if it would make his wife happy.