The Kind of Sex a Cuckold Deserves

Your wife is all smiles as she returns home from her date. She looks gorgeous in a black leather skirt, a white blouse, and black stockings with lace tops.

You can smell her bull's cologne as she brushes by you. She reaches up to caress your face for a moment and smiles again. She nods for you to follow as she heads for the bedroom.

You follow like a good cuckold and stand in the bedroom doorway as she sets her purse down and slowly spins around. She beckons you into the room and you feel your dick begin to grow as you wonder what sort of pleasure awaits you.

"Did you miss me while I was getting fucked by another man?" she asks.

Her hand finds your cock and you're hard after just a few strokes.

"Yes," you say. "I always miss you when you're with him."

"When I'm with the superior man that satisfies my pussy, you mean?"

You nod. You've seen him fuck her on several occasions. You're well aware that he's better in bed than you, that his dick is bigger than yours, that he lasts a great deal longer than you do.

"Thank you for helping with my outfit tonight," she says. "He loved it. He loved the little leather skirt. He loved the stockings."

She takes your hand and places it on her thigh. She encourages you to run your fingers up her nylon until you feel the lace of the stocking top. She lets you run your fingers between her legs until you feel the warmth and wetness of her panties.

Your wife kisses you as you rub her pussy through her panties. She lures your tongue into her mouth and she sucks on it like a wanton beauty. She makes you moan and your dick throbs as any man's would when confronted by such lust.

"He fucked me twice," she says. "It was like he knew we weren't seeing each other for a few weeks after today and he wanted to make sure I don't forget that he's far superior to my cuck husband. That's not something I'll ever forget, though. You're nowhere near the man he is, at least when it comes to satisfying my sexual desires. You can't even compete, baby."

She knows her words arouse you. She knows it makes your dick hard to hear that her bull fucks her better than you. She knows you get off on the fact that he's a superior man and she loves having him in her tight, slick pussy.

"Strip for me, cuck," she says.

You remove your clothes as your wife watches. You stare at the leather skirt. She's never worn a skirt like that for you. Her bull loves when she dresses like that, though, so she's been eager to try out new things for his pleasure.

"Now take my blouse off."

You step closer and unbutton her blouse. You take your time and you're rewarded with gentle strokes of your stiff cock and a few kisses against your neck. She's wearing a black lace bra under her white blouse and her tits look spectacular in it. You can see her areola and nipples through the delicate material and you can see that her breasts are a little bit red, likely from the rough handling her bull enjoys engaging in.

Once her blouse is off, your wife sits on the edge of the bed and points to the floor. You fall to your knees and she leans forward, runs her fingers through your hair, and then guides them into your mouth.

"He loves knowing that you're at home while I'm with him," she says while her fingers move in and out of your mouth. "He loves knowing that I find it so pleasurable to have his arm around me in public, to hold hands with him, to kiss him where other people can see. He loves knowing that I can't wait to get his cock in my mouth as soon as we're in the car and heading back to his house. He loves that I can't wait to have him inside me, that I get so desperate for his big cock, that my pussy gets wetter for him than it's ever gotten for you."

Your dick is throbbing and your wife extends her foot and teases it. Her heels aren't the softest, but it still feels so good to be touched.

"You know what he loves the most, though?" she asks. "He loves sending me home to you with his cum dripping out of my pussy. He loves making a mess inside me and sending me to my cuckold husband. He loves knowing that I make you clean up his mess."

She pulls her fingers from your mouth and you look between her legs. You can't see much, though, as the leather skirt is still in place and covering that sacred space between her thighs.

"I know you want it, cuck, but I want to try something a little different tonight," she says. "I'm going to let you have sex with me before you clean me."

You look up at her with surprise. She smiles in delight at your reaction.

"That's right. You get to have sex with me."

"Really?"

She nods and says, "Take my shoes off."

You carefully loosen the straps of her heels and remove them from her feet. You caress her stockings and smile at how good it feels to run your fingers over the soft nylon.

"Mmm, that feels so good, cuck. Rub my feet a little."

You give your wife a foot rub from your knees. She teases your cock with one foot while you rub the other. When you switch, so does she. She keeps your dick in a state of incredible excitement and you can't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude.

She stands and says, "Kiss my feet and legs."

You bend over and kiss your way from her feet all the way to the tops of her stockings. You even kiss the skirt a little. She looks down at you the whole time and there's a beautiful smile on her face.

She spins around and says, "Now do it again."

You kiss the backs of her ankles, calves, and thighs. You press your lips against the nylon over and over and you find it increasingly pleasurable to do so while you think of having sex with her, of fucking her messy, cum-filled pussy.

"Now you can have sex with me," she says.

You move to stand up but your wife reaches back, puts a hand on the top of your head, and pushes down. You fall back to your knees and look up at her with confusion.

"I didn't say you could fuck my pussy, cuck. Of course you can't fuck my pussy. Don't be insane. I said you could have sex with me. So slide your cock between my calves and fuck me."

You look down at her calves. They're soft and sexy and beautiful in the nylons, but you don't want to fuck them. You want to be in her pussy. You want to have sloppy seconds sex with your wife.

"Oh, sweetie, did you really think I'd let you in my pussy? Did you really think you were deserving of that?"

You look up at her and nod. You glance at her ass in the leather skirt and you're tempted to lean in and kiss it. It just looks so good.

"That's kind of adorable, but no, you should know your place better by now, cuck. You don't get to have my pussy. Not with any kind of regularity, at least. Why would I do that? You can't come anywhere near fucking me like he does. Plus, on a night when I've had him I can barely feel you in my pussy. No, cuck, you get to fuck my legs, and you should thank me for it, and once you're done fucking my legs and learning your place, you can clean a superior man's load from my pussy."

You inch closer and slide your cock between her calves. She holds her legs close together. It feels tight and the nylon provides a surprisingly pleasurable sensation.

"That's it," she says.

For some reason, it's a little more humiliating to fuck her legs while she's facing away from you. She probably knows that. She's probably doing it that way on purpose.

"Now fuck me."

You thrust. You thrust between your wife's legs. You thrust like a cuck. You thrust like the cuck she's turned you into. You thrust and you're stunned at how good it feels.

You moan and your wife reaches back and lifts up her skirt, exposing her ass with a thong running down the crack. She puts a hand on the back of your head and pulls you to her soft, milky white flesh.

"Kiss it while you fuck me," she says.

You kiss her perfect ass while fucking her legs. You shower her warm, taut flesh with tender kisses. You kiss over and over and over again and it feels so good. You fuck her faster, too, because you can feel the pleasure building in your balls.

Your wife pulls her thong aside and bends over. Her ass cheeks part and you stare at her asshole.

"Worship it, cuck."

You press your face between her ass cheeks. You worship her beautiful, perfect, tight asshole. You lick it. You suck on it. You try and tongue fuck it a little. You do so as you're busy thrusting and fucking your wife's beautiful legs.

For a moment you take stock of what you're doing. You're naked and on your knees and fucking your wife's perfect calves while eating her ass. You are, in some ways, pathetic, especially since another man fucked her pussy that night and came inside her twice. You're turned on, though. Massively turned on. Her bull would never want to fuck her this way, but you absolutely adore fucking her this way despite it not being your first choice. You're different than him. You are, in fact, inferior to him in the bedroom. This is your place, cuck.

"Lick my pussy," she says.

She doesn't pull aside her thong, so you lap at her panties. You lick her pussy through them. You taste some of his load. You're fucking her legs while licking her pussy and tasting her bull's load. Your tongue is now covered in the salty bitterness of another man's seed. It's humiliating, but it's so arousing.

"Stop," she demands.

You stop thrusting. She widens her stance and then turns around. She sits on the edge of the bed. She smiles down at you and then holds her feet together and lowers them until they're right in front of your cock.

"You may have sex with my feet, cuck."

You take hold of her feet. You run your fingers over the nylon. You slide your cock between them. You begin to thrust. Your wife looks down at you and smiles.

You thought it was humiliating to fuck her legs while she was turned the other way, but it turns out it's even more humiliating to look at her while you're doing it. She's staring at you. She's smiling. She's probably having a bit of a chuckle on the inside as her cuck husband fucks her feet while her bull's cum rests deep inside her, while her pussy is still sore from the pounding he gave it.

"I want you to cum on my feet," she instructs. "I want you to cum right now, cuck."

You fuck her feet faster.

"Think about him pounding your wife's pussy. Think about him fucking me from behind. Think about him fucking me from behind on his couch with this sexy leather skirt up around my waist and his hands in my hair. Think about me begging him to fuck me harder, cuck. Think about your wife begging her bull to fuck her pussy harder and faster before he pumps his load deep inside her!"

You pull back and cum on your wife's perfect, nylon-clad feet. You moan and groan and stroke your cock furiously as you watch the thick white fluid spray all over her delicate stockings.

"Clean them," she says moments after you've finished.

Your wife lifts her feet and you open wide and take one in your mouth. You suck it clean. You suck your cum off of it. You suck it out of the nylon, fill your mouth with it, and swallow like she's trained you to do.

She rubs her clean foot over your face - spreading saliva and the remnants of your cum onto your skin - and then offers her other foot. You clean it, too. You clean thoroughly. You clean every drop of your load and you do so with surprising glee. It's hard not to enjoy yourself when your wife is all smiles, though.

"Thank you for letting me have sex with you," you say after you've cleaned her feet.

"You're welcome, cuck," she replies. "Now get in the bed so I can ride your face and feed you a superior man's load."

You already have a load of cum in your stomach, but you know it's your duty to take another. You know that's what a good cuckold does.

You get up and climb into the bed. Your wife straddles your chest and crawls forward. She pulls her skirt up around her waist and sits on your face.

"Lick me."

You lick her pussy through the panties. You lick at the pussy another man fucked twice tonight. You lick at the pussy that you crave and that you've been denied almost entirely since you were first cuckolded.

"Are you ready to clean a superior man's cum from my pussy, cuck?"

"Yes."

She pulls her panties aside and sits on your face. You run your fingers over her legs, caressing the delicate stockings. You push your tongue inside her and feast on her pussy. You feast on another man's cum. You drink it out of her.

The best part is the look on your wife's face. She makes you clean his loads because it turns her on. It makes her pussy tingle. It gives her a sense of power over you. Plus, she loves to send her bull a text to let him know that her husband just ate his cum right out of her pussy. You love being able to make them both feel good in that manner. You love it more than anything.

She rides your face to an orgasm, feeding you cum all the while. You eat her bull's load out of her and relish the taste and humiliation that comes with it. You experience pure bliss and you want more of it.

She climbs off of you when she's done. She kisses you. Her tongue probes your mouth and shares in some of the taste of her bull's load. You feel deeply connected with your wife.

"Thank you for the orgasm," you say. "And for letting me fuck your legs and feet. I really enjoyed that."

"Yeah? I guess I'll have to let you do it again, then. I have to admit that I enjoyed it. I liked having you on your knees fucking my legs like a little cuck bitch. I liked thinking about him pounding my pussy and making me cum so hard while your cucky cock was sliding between my legs. I think I like denying you, baby."

"I like it too."

She kisses you again and then rests her head on your chest. You put your arm around her and she moves a little closer. You feel pure joy in this moment. You're connected with your wife. You're in love. You're happy from your orgasm. You're a very lucky cuckold.