Breakfast for Her Cuckold

“On your back. Now,” she demanded.

You laid on your back in the kitchen. Your wife stood over your head.

“Are you hungry, cuckold?” she asked.

“Yes,” you replied.

“Are you willing to eat my pussy for breakfast?” she asked.

You knew she meant forgoing whatever you planned to eat for breakfast. You knew you’d go to work without a meal if you ate her pussy. You knew you couldn’t say no.

“Yes, I want to. I want to eat your pussy for breakfast,” you said.

Your wife smiled and pulled aside her dress. She squatted over your face and you watched her perfect, smooth pussy approach your mouth. You watched the delicious treat that is her cunt come towards you.

“Eat me,” she said.

You extended your tongue and licked her perfect smooth pussy. You licked it feverishly, like a good cuckold is expected to.

“That’s a good boy,” she said. “Enjoy your breakfast. Eat my beautiful pussy. Make me cum.”

She tasted wondrous. Far better than anything you could have prepared for yourself. Her pussy is the most delicious thing in the world. It’s a treat unlike any other. You’d give up food for a week if she’d let you worship her for all three meals.

“Your cock doesn’t do much for me, but your tongue is wondrous,” your wife said. “At least you’re not entirely worthless when it comes to making me cum.”

You moaned as she humiliated your skill in bed. You moaned into her pussy, but you never stopped licking her. You never stopped worshiping. You kept on licking because that’s what a good cuckold does.

“Do you want to make me cum?” she asked.

“Yes please,” you said before returning to her clit.

Your wife’s delighted giggle made you feel good. It made you feel like you were being a good cuckold. It made you feel like you were making her happy.

Your wife moaned as she began to ride your mouth a little. She moaned as your tongue brought her closer to orgasm. Finally, she moaned as you made her cum so beautifully.

She stood up and said, “Remember, no food for you. Pussy is all you get for breakfast.”

You smiled and stood up. Your wife kissed you on the cheek and gently ran her fingers over your crotch, teasing your erection through your jeans.

“I’ll be home late tonight,” she said. “I’m going to see my bull after work. Maybe I’ll bring home dessert.”