The Cuckold Mindset - Part 3

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"This is nice," Mindy said with a smile. "Very nice, actually. I think I could get used to this."

Matt was seated on one end of the couch and Mindy on the other. Her feet were resting on a pillow in his lap and he was busy rubbing them. Though Matt had always been willing to give his wife a foot or back massage when she wanted it, he'd started asking for permission to do so with much greater frequency over the past few weeks.

"I like rubbing you," he replied. "I like making you feel good, actually."

"I know. You've made that perfectly clear in the past month."

Matt thought of the many times he'd gone down on his wife over the last four weeks. He thought of how he'd fingered her, how he'd used a vibrator on her, how he'd even aided her climax by sitting largely motionless as she dry humped him and generated enough friction to give herself an orgasm. He liked that the respective frequency of their orgasms had become unbalanced.

"Do you...do you enjoy it?" he asked. "The fact that I like making you feel good?"

She smiled. "I do. Has that not been obvious? I feel like I've taken advantage of your eagerness to please with great frequency since I discovered your naughty little panty wearing habit."

Matt felt himself blush a little. Despite Mindy's acceptance of his kink, he still felt a little embarrassed about it.

"Look at that," she said. "You're blushing. How cute. Why are you blushing?"

"It's still just a little embarrassing."

"The fact that you're a panty boy?"

He blushed more, though his cock stirred, too.

"Or the fact that you get off on the idea of not being man enough to satisfy your wife?"

His loins tingled with desire. "Both," Matt answered.

Mindy slipped one foot under the pillow in his lap and teased Matt's cock with her toes as he ran his fingers up her leg, eliciting a soft moan from his wife as he worked to make her feel good.

"I've never been with a man that finds both pleasure and a bit of embarrassment in the thing that makes him cum harder than anything else," Mindy noted. "I have to admit, though, that I find it even more fascinating because of that."

Matt had thought a great deal about that very thing and he'd come to an unsurprising conclusion. "I think I...I think I have a masochistic side, I guess. Or emotionally masochistic. I mean, I think it's the embarrassment or humiliation of being told that I'm not man enough that gets me off."

Mindy considered the idea for a few moments. "That makes sense. Lots of people - men and women - are masochists. I've never been with one before, but I can see the benefits of it."

"Really?"

"Well, I think you'd be the first to admit that the few orgasms I've given you over the last month have been some of the best of your life."

He nodded.

"And I think you'd probably also admit that you actually feel happier since I discovered your love of wearing panties."

Matt nodded again, though it felt so strange to admit that he was, in fact, a happier person since his wife had both discovered and embraced his fetish.

"You're happier because you've reached new heights of sexual satisfaction, Matt. You're happier because your life has gotten more exciting. You're happier because there's an ever present chance that at any time you'll get to experience the intense excitement of having your wife tell you to put your panties on so she can humiliate you for being a lesser man."

His dick was hard as a rock. "You're right," Matt admitted.

"I know I am. I'm happier too, in part because my husband has gotten so much more attentive and loving in the past month and in part because I've been gifted with a kind of freedom that most married women don't have."

Matt knew she was talking about his desire to be cuckolded. Or, more specifically, Mindy was talking about the freedoms that his desire afforded her. The freedom to flirt openly with guys. The freedom to model lingerie for one of those guys and then make out with that guy, like she'd done a few weeks back when they'd gone lingerie shopping. She was probably also talking about the freedom to fuck other people, though as far as Matt knew his wife hadn't yet taken advantage of that particular freedom.

"It's thrilling to be able to flirt with someone," she said. "And to do so without a hint of guilt. It's even more thrilling to be able to flirt with someone and know that I could, if I wanted, fuck him. That I could give him my number, arrange a date, put on something slutty, and treat myself to a night of wild, passionate, deeply satisfying sex with a gorgeous man that will fuck me far better than my panty wearing husband ever could."

Matt moved his wife's feet from his lap and got on his knees to crawl towards her. She pressed her bare foot against his forehead, though, stopping him in his tracks.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mindy asked.

"I want to go down on you."

"I don't recall giving you permission to go down on me."

Her tone was firm and the look on her face - which Matt could only see out of one eye since her foot was blocking the other - was one of gentle disappointment. "Sorry. May I go down on you?"

Mindy considered it for a handful of seconds before saying, "No, you may not."

Matt sat back and placed the pillow in his lap once more. He reached for Mindy's feet, but she pulled them back and quickly removed her leggings and panties. She spread her legs and he stared between them at the thing he craved.

"Is this what you want?" she asked as her fingers moved in slow circles over her pussy.

"Yes."

Mindy extended a foot towards him and rested it on the pillow in his lap. "Well you can't have it. Maybe if you hadn't selfishly tried to take it without asking permission I would have let you eat my pussy, but now you'll just have to watch as I masturbate."

It was a surprisingly painful bit of denial as Matt had grown remarkably fond of making his wife cum without any thought towards his physical satisfaction. It was the mental satisfaction of giving her an orgasm that he craved and that she was now denying him.

"You can help, though," she said.

"I'll do anything."

That elicited quite the smile from Mindy. "I'd like to see you suck on my toes."

Matt looked down and Mindy wiggled her toes. He slid his hand under one of her feet and lifted it and then leaned forward and took her big toe in his mouth.

"Look at me."

Matt directed his gaze to his wife's face and she moaned. Her pussy was wet as she masturbated and he guessed that it wouldn't take her very long to cum if she was keen on getting off quickly.

"You're very good with your lips and tongue, Matt," she said softly. "Very, very good. You were so very obedient tonight, too. You didn't argue when I denied you my pussy. You just did as you were told. You just took it. You just let me have control. That's becoming more and more commonplace, you know. You rarely put up a fight anymore when I ask you to do something, even if you're not especially interested in doing it."

She was right and Matt understood that he rarely argued because he almost always found some kind of pleasure in doing as his wife desired. He suspected that the decrease in the frequency of his orgasms left him far hornier than usual, which for some reason increased his eagerness to do exactly as Mindy desired.

"I suppose, though, that you're just embodying the spirit of a panty boy," she said with a smile. "After all, a panty boy can't expect to cum whenever he wants. He can't expect that his wife is going to let him fuck her all that often, especially since a panty boy knows that he's not nearly man enough to make his wife's body tremble as she cums all over his cock. No, it takes a real man to make a woman cum like that, doesn't it Matt?"

He nodded with her toes in his mouth and Mindy closed her eyes and moaned.

"Would it bother you if I thought of another man while I came, Matt?"

Her eyes opened and he shook his head. He considered telling her that it would turn him on if she did that, but Matt kept on sucking her toes because that's what Mindy had requested.

"That's what I thought you'd say. Most men would be bothered by their wife fantasizing about someone else - about someone else's cock - while she cums, but you're not like most men, are you? You're a panty loving little freak that wants his wife to fuck someone else. You're a lesser man. You're the kind of man that would prefer to sit by the bed in a pair of panties as someone else's cock slides in and out of my tight, slippery little cunt."

Mindy came a few seconds later and Matt's dick throbbed painfully. He wished desperately that he could join her in climaxing, but it was not to be. He'd happily given up control over his orgasms a few weeks ago and though it was often difficult to be denied the pleasure of sexual release, Matt thoroughly enjoyed the thrilling sense of frustration and constant arousal that he felt when Mindy denied him.

Soon after her orgasm, Matt was deprived the strange pleasure of sucking on his wife's toes. She wiped them clean on his pants and then put her panties and leggings back on.

"I have a date tomorrow night," she informed him.

It took a few seconds for the news to sink in. Excitement and a significant sense of angst followed. "What kind of date? With who?"

Mindy moved to her knees and crawled closer. She snuggled next to Matt and rested a hand between his legs. "It's just drinks, though it could turn into dinner if it goes well."

"Who's it with?"

"A guy I met at Starbucks a few days ago. He was behind me in line. He had on a really nice-looking suit. He was going to work. I was in my leggings and that cropped white sweater that you like so much. He complimented me and we did a little bit of flirting. We kept flirting as we waited for our drinks. Then we walked out together and flirted a little more. Then he asked me on a date."

Matt had a million questions, and yet he found himself feeling speechless.

"His name is Maximus, believe it or not, though he said that he goes by Max, which I can understand."

Matt turned his head to see his wife smiling in a decidedly giddy fashion. He took that to mean that she actually liked Max, that it was more than just a physical attraction, though that made sense, given that very few women were up for fucking a guy if there wasn't something beyond a physical attraction.

"So you're...I mean...what are you thinking this is going to be?" he asked.

Mindy stroked his cock through his jeans and kissed Matt's neck. "I'm not sure," she said softly. "At this point it's an experiment. I very much enjoyed fooling around with that guy in the lingerie store, but I want to see if I'd enjoy doing more. Maybe I want to use my freedom to have a relationship. Maybe I just want to get fucked by a smart, successful, strong man that doesn't wear panties and fantasize about being cuckolded."

Matt moaned and Mindy did so too. She kissed his neck in a far more erotic manner and his cock somehow got even harder. "I do want you to cuckold me, Mindy."

"I know," she whispered. "And I'm going to, Matt. It probably won't be tomorrow night, but it will happen. I will fuck someone else. I will have another man's cock inside me while your dick is stiff inside a pair of cute panties."

"Fuck..."

Mindy straddled him and leaned down to kiss Matt. She moved her hips over his crotch as their tongues danced. He grabbed her ass, gave it a good squeeze, and then moved his hands under her sweatshirt in search of her breasts.

"No touching my tits," she said. "They're not for you unless I give you permission."

Matt groaned. She hadn't denied him that pleasure yet and it felt so good to be turned away.

"If tomorrow goes well, though, there's a very good chance Max will get his hands all over your wife's tits."

He groaned again. His cock ached. His body hummed with desire.

"If I kept grinding on you, would you cum in your pants, Matt?"

"Yes."

She smiled and slowed her hips. "If you were wearing a pair of panties right now, I think I'd make you cum."

"I can go change."

Mindy leaned down to kiss him. "No need. The moment is gone. I'll probably let you cum tomorrow night, though." She backed up until she was sitting on the other end of the couch once more.

Matt grabbed the pillow from the floor and set it on his lap. Mindy put her feet on the pillow and he resumed the massage without question or hesitation.

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Mindy left the house in a leather skirt, a cropped sweater that showed off just a little stomach - similar to the one she'd had on when she met Max - and a pair of remarkably sexy black high heels.

Matt noted - out loud - that she looked genuinely hot. Mind blowingly so, in fact. He noted - privately - that he couldn't remember the last time she'd gotten dressed up like that for a date between the two of them. The notion that she wanted to look genuinely hot for Max was a huge turn on.

"Looking good for a man like Max is a little different than looking good for a panty boy like you," Mindy said after Matt complimented her outfit. "I have to work a little harder to impress him, given how desirable he is. If I don't look good his eye may wander to one of the other women in the bar, and I want him thinking about me and only me. I want him thinking about what it would be like to kiss me, to touch me, to run his hand under my sweater, to grasp my breasts in the thin, delicate, expensive lace bra I bought just for him."

"You bought a new bra?" Matt asked.

Mindy smiled, nodded, and kissed him on the cheek. "No touching your cock in your pretty panties tonight. You'll wait until I'm back from my date."

"When will you be back?"

"That depends on how much I like Max. It might be late, though."

She gave him another kiss on the cheek and walked out. Three hours passed before Matt heard from her again. She texted to let him know she was on her way home. Soon enough a car pulled into the driveway. Mindy got out of the backseat and headed for the door.

"Welcome home," Matt said with a smile, though his heart was pounding. He studied his wife for some indication of how her night had gone. He found no evidence of a good or bad date, though.

Mindy met his smile with one of her own, stepped into the house, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

She walked past Matt and he closed and locked the front door. She took her coat off and hung it on the closet. He stared at her in the leather skirt and sweater and felt desire rush through his body.

"Was it...did you have a good time?"

Mindy turned and Matt couldn't read her face. Then her lips slowly curled into a smile. "I had a very, very good time."

The arousal that washed over him was far stronger than he'd expected. His cock got hard in the panties as he imagined his wife kissing another man, as he imagined her being fondled by that man, as he imagined them doing more than kissing and touching.

"I'm so turned on," he said.

Mindy laughed softly. "We share that in common, then, as Max proved to be an excellent kisser and rather gifted when it comes to touching your wife in all the right places."

"Really?"

Mindy nodded and said, "Strip to your underwear."

Matt stripped in the foyer, leaving everything but his panties in a heap on the floor. He felt exposed and a little embarrassed to be standing in front of her with his erection pressed against the tight confines of the blue lace underwear she'd selected for him before leaving for her date, but Mindy's smile was more than enough to keep him calm.

"Follow me."

Mindy turned and Matt followed as his wife led him to the bedroom. She stopped a few feet short of the bed and beckoned him closer. Her sweater felt soft against his skin and her fingers moved through his sparse chest hair and around the back of his neck before she leaned in to kiss him.

Her lips stopped just short of meeting his, though. "I kissed another man tonight. My lips were pressed against his. My tongue was in his mouth. His tongue was in my mouth. My nipples were hard for him. My pussy was wet for him. His cock was hard for me."

"My cock is hard for you, too," Matt said.

Mindy smiled and they kissed. He thought of her kissing another man. He thought of another man's tongue in her mouth. He thought of another man's hands moving over her body.

"I don't want your cock," she whispered. "I want a real man's cock, Matt."

He groaned as she caressed his dick through his panties.

"Max is the kind of man I deserve. The kind of man that knows how to satisfy a woman. The kind of man that has no interest in wearing panties and fantasizing about his wife getting fucked by someone else. The kind of man that can make my pussy drip with desire by kissing me with such authority and skill."

Matt grabbed Mindy's ass and picked her up. She squealed with delight and wrapped her legs around him as he set her in the bed. He kissed her stomach while running his fingers under her sweater, though Matt made sure to adhere to her rules and keep his hands off her breasts without permission.

"We went to dinner after our drinks. We talked. We flirted. I moved to his side of the booth after the appetizers. We made out a little while waiting for our main dish. We fed each other bites of the dessert we ordered. Then we went to his car in the parking lot and made out a whole lot more."

"I want you, Mindy," Matt said.

"You can't have me. Max is going to have me before I let you have me again."

Matt felt both aroused and deeply frustrated. His cock ached in the panties.

"You're going to wear your panties 24/7 until he has me," she said. "Until our next date you're going to be my permanent panty boy just so we both remember what you are while I fantasize about how good it's going to feel when Max's big cock slides into my tight, wet, needy little cunt."

Matt moved back and pushed Mindy's skirt up until he could see the delicate lace panties she'd worn for her date. He ran his fingers over the soft, milky white skin of her thighs and showered them in kisses as she ran her fingers through his hair and moaned.

"Mindy...please...can I eat your pussy?"

"Yes, but if you eat my pussy you don't get to cum," she said. "You can choose between masturbating with me - without being able to touch me - or I'll let you use your tongue, lips, and fingers to worship my body tonight and make me cum multiple times, all while I think about cuckolding you with Max."

It was an agonizing choice, as the thing that Matt wanted was to enjoy both of the options available to him.

"If I choose to make you cum with my tongue, when will I get to cum?" he asked.

"Not until I've cuckolded you. Not until next weekend."

Matt would have to spend the whole week grappling with the madness of intense desire and he'd have to do so while dressed in panties, which he knew would only serve to enhance that desire.

Ultimately, there was only one choice that made any sense. Matt slipped his fingers into the waistband of Mindy's panties and pulled them off. He looked up at her and she smiled before putting a hand on the back of his head.

"Good choice, panty boy," she said a moment before he plunged his tongue into her wetness and set off on a quest to provide his wife with as many orgasms as she'd allow, all while his cock remained denied as it throbbed in a pair of delicate lace panties.