The Cuckold Mindset - Part 4

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Matt was staring. He knew he was staring, and yet he wasn't entirely aware as he'd become utterly entranced with the sight of his wife's body as she did her daily yoga workout. Every new pose brought with it a renewed reason to gawk, whether it was the fabric of her leggings stretching around her ass or her taut stomach covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Enjoying the view?"

Matt snapped to attention and saw Mindy smiling at him as she leaned into a warrior pose. "Sorry. You just look...I mean, you look so sexy."

She fell forward, rested her fingertips on the yoga mat, and reached for the sky. Matt found himself staring at her armpit for a moment and for some reason even that struck him as sexy.

"You can come closer if you like," she said.

Matt had stopped at the edge of the living room as he gawked, but he wasn't going to turn down an invitation to get closer. Mindy returned to the basic warrior pose and Matt admired the shape of her toned arms and how lovely her fingernails looked in the fresh coating of red polish she'd applied the night before.

"You know what I'd enjoy?" she asked.

"What?"

"If you kissed my feet while I did my yoga."

He dropped to his knees without hesitation. He bent forward and kissed all ten of her toes. He kissed her feet and tasted the sweat that had accumulated there over nearly an hour of vigorous yoga.

Mindy pulled her feet together and reached for the sky. Matt offered a few more kisses and then she stepped back and bent over to grab her toes. She walked her hands forward into downward dog and his eyes wandered over her thighs and stomach and shapely arms.

"Stand up and kiss my lower back," she instructed.

Matt did as his wife desired and his lips were soon bathed in the excess of sweat that had collected on her lower back. The taste was overwhelmingly salty when it found his tongue, but Matt kept kissing.

"Lick up some of the sweat," she said.

Matt ran his tongue over her lower back, soaking up every bit of sweat he could find and bathing his taste buds in saltiness.

Mindy gracefully moved into upward facing dog and Matt stared down at her utterly flawless ass in what he was fairly certain was a new pair of leggings.

"I think you should kiss my ass," she said while holding her pose. "Lie between my legs and kiss my ass, panty boy."

She didn't often call him 'panty boy' outside of erotic play - despite the fact that Matt had been dressed in panties all week - and he got excited the moment the words left her lips. He moved behind her, dropped to his knees, and fell forward until his lips were pressed against the thin layer of soft fabric that covered her ass.

Matt showered his wife's backside in kisses. The leggings were a little damp from the sweat they'd soaked up and there was something utterly enthralling about showing his love for her ass.

Mindy lowered her body to the yoga mat as the video came to an end. Matt continued to shower her ass in kisses, pressing his lips firmly against the soft material of her leggings and occasionally moaning at the genuine pleasure he felt.

"Pull my leggings down, panty boy."

Matt slipped his fingers under the waistband of the tight leggings and slowly pulled them down, exposing his wife's perfect, milky white ass.

"Kiss it."

He lowered his mouth to her ass and showered the soft, warm, damp flesh in kisses. Long, slow kisses. He used a bit of tongue, too, mostly because he couldn't resist. It felt splendidly kinky to kiss and lick her sweaty backside and Mindy moaned a little.

"I've been thinking about Max," she confessed. "About the man I'm going to cuckold you with tomorrow night. I've been thinking about him constantly, Matt. I can't get him out of my head."

Mindy reached back and her hand disappeared under her stomach. She moaned and Matt heard the telltale sounds of masturbation, most notably the exceptional wetness of her pussy as she rubbed it vigorously.

"Lick my asshole. Lick my asshole while I think about cuckolding you, panty boy. Tongue my tight ass while I think about getting fucked by a real man."

Matt's dick was rock hard in the yellow panties Mindy had selected for him that morning. His body was awash in the arousal that had stiffened his shaft and he didn't hesitate to obey. He spread her cheeks, pressed his face between them, and licked her remarkably sweaty asshole with vigor.

"Fuck...you're such a good panty boy. Lick my sweaty ass. Lick it all up. Clean my asshole."

He licked her asshole. He licked around her asshole. He licked up and down her crack. He lost himself in it because it felt so fucking good. He wanted desperately to fuck his wife, but she'd denied him that opportunity until Max had fucked her, until she'd cuckolded him with a real man, as she'd said countless times that week.

"I'm cumming!" she cried out in a short, clipped cadence.

Her ass cheeks squeezed around his face and pushed him out. Matt kept licking, instead running his tongue over her ass and soaking up whatever sweat remained while she trembled from what must have been an intensely pleasurable climax.

Eventually Mindy crawled forward, spun around, and sat on the other end of her yoga mat. She smiled, took her leggings all the way off, and extended her feet. Her toes wiggled and Matt looked down at them and smiled.

"Take your pants off. I want to tease your worthless cock in those panties."

Matt stripped out of his pants and sat on the other end of the yoga mat with his legs spread. Mindy inched her feet forward and used her toes to rub his dick through the yellow panties.

"Has it been difficult to wear panties all week?" she asked.

"Yes. I'm constantly panicked about being discovered at work or when I'm at the grocery store or anywhere else in public."

"It would be quite humiliating to be caught wearing panties, wouldn't it?"

He nodded.

"And yet you didn't once argue when I picked out a fresh pair for you each morning. You'd come into the bedroom after your shower, see your pretty panties for the day, and put them on without hesitation."

She was right about that. Matt had quickly gotten used to the ritual of his wife selecting his underwear for the day. He always held out hope that she'd let him wear a pair of boxer shorts on any given day, but of course she hadn't gone back on her promise of making him wear panties until she cuckolded him.

"You can't wait for me to cuckold you, can you?"

"No, I can't. I'm so eager. I'm so excited."

"And there's a part of you that likes the risk of getting caught in your panties, isn't there? A small part, maybe, but a part. You like that someone might find out that you're a naughty little freak that lets your wife dress you in pretty, feminine underwear."

"I don't know."

She smiled, pulled her feet from his crotch, and crawled towards Matt. She stopped with her lips just a few inches from his and said, "It's okay to be scared and turned on by the same thing."

Her hand rested on the bulge of his stiff cock and she caressed him through the panties.

"I mean, you were probably scared about me discovering your panty habit, but now your sexual fantasy is about to become reality. Part of it already has. I've had phone sex with Max while you listened. I've talked to you about how badly I want to fuck him. I've talked to you about how good it's going to feel when a real man's cock slides into my tight, wet, needy cunt and finally satisfies me the way I deserve to be satisfied."

Matt felt alarmingly close to cumming in his panties and Mindy must have sensed it as she pulled her hand away and kissed him. Her tongue probed his mouth like she was fucking it and he moaned as he yearned to fall to his back, be mounted by his wife, and cum deep in her pussy.

"I'd like another orgasm, panty boy," she said softly. "Then we're going to shower together. You're going to clean my body from head to toe. You're going to worship my pussy and ass in the shower. I'm going to tease the hell out of your cock, too."

She leaned back and spread her legs. Matt crawled between them and went to work as the thought of being cuckolded danced through his head on an endless loop.

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"You've been cuckolded, panty boy. Twice, actually. I'm on my way home. Strip to your panties and wait on your knees in the bedroom."

Mindy had been gone for nearly four hours without a single text. Matt assumed the night was going well, but his wife's text confirmed it. The fact that she'd been fucked twice seemed like solid proof that the night had gone exceptionally well.

He rushed to the bedroom, stripped, and dropped to his knees to wait for her return. It was fifteen minutes before the garage door opener whirred to life and Matt's pulse quickened the moment he heard it. He wasn't sure how the rest of the night would unfold, but the excitement was palpable.

Mindy made him wait, though. He heard her come into the house, but she was clearly in no rush to visit the bedroom. Instead, she made a drink. He heard the ice cubes fall into the glass. He heard the telltale squeak of the liquor cabinet opening. He heard the television come on. He listened to the muffled voices of what sounded like a late night talk show.

She was teasing him. She'd made his fantasy come true - she'd been fucked by another man - and now she was making him wait as a form of teasing. It was cruel, and yet Matt was enthralled at being made to suffer in that small way. To him it meant that Mindy was excited to play with him, which he took as yet another sign that his cuckolding - and the panty play that came with it - was likely to extend beyond the first experience.

It was nearly an hour after she'd first walked through the door that Mindy finally made her way to the bedroom. She carried a drink in her hand. A dark liquor and a handful of ice cubes sat in the glass as she sauntered into the bedroom.

"Welcome home," Matt said from his knees.

Mindy smiled and sipped her drink in the bedroom doorway. She swallowed a small sip and slowly closed the distance between them, doing so with an exaggerated sway in her hips. Matt admired the way her dress enhanced the natural curves of her body. He admired how sexy the stockings made her legs look and how beautiful the wildly expensive heels looked on her feet.

"Did you have a good night?" he asked.

Mindy dipped a finger into her drink and quickly slipped that finger into Matt's mouth. He closed his lips around it and sucked it clean. The harsh taste of alcohol danced on his tongue and he moaned while she slowly penetrated his mouth. Her lips - which were exquisitely red - curled into a smile and she extended one of her feet and rubbed it over the bulge in Matt's red lace panties.

"Max is even more of a man than I expected," she said. "You're nothing compared to him, Matt. He puts you to shame when it comes to fucking your wife."

Matt moaned around her finger and his dick swelled even more in the panties.

"He's the kind of man every woman wants to fuck. He's strong and skilled and passionate. He's blessed with a gorgeous cock and he uses it like few men do. He has incredible stamina, too. He could have fucked me all night long, Matt. He could have fucked me to a dozen orgasms. I settled for half a dozen, though."

He moaned again. He'd never given his wife more than two orgasms in a night and he loved that another man had tripled his number and seemingly done so with ease.

Mindy pulled her finger from his mouth, stepped back, and looked down at her shoe. "You're dripping so much precum you made a mess on my new shoe. Lick it up. Now."

Matt bent over and licked his precum from his wife's heel. He sucked up as much of his saliva as he could, too, and he did so while she sipped his drink.

"You look good on your knees, Matt, especially in those panties."

"Thank you."

She laughed softly. "I was on my knees tonight. I had a real man's cock in my mouth when I was on my knees."

Mindy stepped closer and put a hand on the back of Matt's head. She pulled him close until his mouth, chin, and nose were pressed against her pelvis.

"I had a hand on the back of my head tonight. I was dressed in panties just like you are. Those very same panties, actually. I enjoyed thinking of you at home wearing the same panties, of your worthless cock being encased in them while I had a real man's dick in my throat."

Matt was desperate for an orgasm. Beyond desperate. It had been so long and he'd spent the whole week being teased relentlessly by his beautiful wife.

"I don't know that I'll ever get on my knees for you again, Matt," she said. "I don't think a panty boy deserves to watch a woman fall to her knees for him. Only real men deserve that pleasure, and I think we both know that you're not a real man, don't we?"

He nodded and she smiled, stepped back, and bent over. The voraciousness of her kiss surprised him, though it shouldn't have. She was turned on and she loved him. She wouldn't have played into his fantasy with such aggressive delight if she didn't love him.

"I want you so badly, Mindy," he whispered with her lips hovering achingly close to his.

"I know you do. Get up. Get in the bed. Keep your panties on, though."

Matt stood and rushed into the bed. He rolled onto his back and turned to see Mindy set her glass on the dresser before removing her dress. It fell to the floor to reveal the same red lace panties he had on along with a matching bra and garter belt that was firmly attached to her stockings.

"You look perfect," he said.

Mindy smiled. "Max thought so too. He said I was the sexiest woman he's ever seen."

"You are."

"I know, and yet, if you had a choice you'd prefer to watch someone else fuck me over fucking me yourself, wouldn't you?"

Matt nodded. He was too turned on to even try and deny the truth of what she'd said.

Mindy crawled into the bed and straddled him. Her panty-clad pussy rubbed against his lace-covered cock and she groaned at the sudden and intense pleasure that erupted between his legs from just a hint of physical contact.

"That feels so good," he said.

"I'm glad, because this is as close as your cock is getting to my pussy tonight."

"What?"

Mindy smiled, leaned forward, and kissed his neck as she moved her hips faster over his crotch. The friction was astoundingly pleasurable and his dick was now hard enough that it ached from the constraint the tight panties imposed on it.

"I got fucked by a real man tonight, Matt, and I'm not going to spoil that by letting your inferior cock inside me," she whispered. "I am going to make you cum, though. You deserve that, panty boy."

Mindy sat up and pulled her hips forward until she was astride his face. Matt felt the heat emanating from her pussy as it hovered a few inches above his mouth. He was certain he could smell the sex she'd had, too. Suddenly he felt a hunger to put his tongue inside her, to have her pussy on his face, to have her rub her wetness all over him.

"Please, can I eat your pussy?" he asked.

"Of course, panty boy."

Mindy pulled her panties aside and sat down. Her pussy lips opened over his mouth and he pushed his tongue inside her. Her pussy tasted different than usual. There was a hint of latex from the condoms they'd used. That wasn't all, though. He was tasting sex. He was tasting the juices she’d released while getting fucked, while cumming with another man's cock inside her. It was the finest thing Matt had ever tasted and his dick throbbed hard in his panties.

"That's it, panty boy. Taste my pussy. Taste the pussy that a superior man satisfied tonight. Taste the pussy that a superior man is going to satisfy over and over and over again in the coming months. Taste the pussy that your cock might not fuck for a very long time."

Matt groaned and Mindy leaned back and stroked him through his panties. She rubbed her pussy over his face with great vigor, spreading her wetness all over his skin while giving him and over-the-panties handjob that led to an ever-increasing sense of pleasure.

"Cum in your panties," Mindy instructed. "Cum in your pretty panties, Matt. Cum in your panties while you eat the pussy that another man fucked!"

Matt did just that. There was no avoiding it. He couldn't have held off even if he wanted to. He blew his load in his panties. He felt the cum spreading over his cock in the tight confines of the red lace. He felt it spreading over his balls. He felt the heat of his load encase his genitals as his wife teased his cock with her fingers, further enhancing an already intense climax.

When he'd finished, Mindy sat up straight and began riding his face with great vigor. She did so for a few minutes and then had a loud orgasm where she gripped the headboard as her thighs trembled on either side of his head.

After her climax had faded, Mindy climbed off his face and laid next to her husband. He looked down to see a mess of cum in his panties. He turned to see his wife's blissful smile before she kissed him on the cheek and caressed his face.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

"More than you can imagine."

"That makes me very happy, Matt. Very, very happy."

"I assume you enjoyed your night as much as you said you did?"

"Probably more, if I'm being honest. I like Max a lot and the sex was truly mind blowing. I'd like to experience it again if that's okay with you."

Now that they'd both cum she'd reverted to the normal version of herself, which brought Matt an unexpected sense of calm. He'd clearly been worried that his eagerness to be a pantied cuckold would ruin his wife's perception of him, but it seemed that he needn't have worried about that.

"It's more than okay with me," he said.

She sat up and looked down at his pantied cock while caressing his chest. "And how do you feel about not being able to have sex with me for a while?"

She'd mentioned that during the height of pleasure but Matt wasn't certain she meant it. It seemed that she did, though. He imagined she'd have sex with him if he insisted on it, but there was something undeniably hot about being denied her pussy so another man could have it.

"I think it might be pretty hot if I'm not allowed to have sex with you."

Mindy smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. I promise, though, that I'll take care of you. I'll make you feel good."

"I know you will."

She laid down again and cuddled tightly against him. "I love you, Matt."

"I love you too, Mindy."

"I know you probably want to hear all the details from tonight. I was thinking I could share them tomorrow, maybe while we fool around."

He smiled. "You're the most incredible woman and I'm so lucky I married you."

She laughed softly, kissed his cheek, and said, "I think I might be the luckiest woman in the world, Matt. I married a man that's more than happy to let me fuck a gorgeous guy like Max and if this all goes well I get to fuck guys like Max - and whoever else I want - for the rest of our lives. Now that's hot."

Matt hadn't thought of it in those terms, but his wife was right. That was hot. That was insanely fucking hot.