Is This Really Necessary?

Callie came home with a smile on her face, a bounce in her step, and a small shopping bag in her hand.

“Hey honey!” she said.

Carson smiled at his wife. He knew she was excited because her bull was coming over that night. He found that equal parts arousing and humiliating. She never got that excited for him. There was a reason for that, though. He didn’t fuck his wife anywhere near as well as Darnell did.

“What’s in the bag?” Carson asked. He suspected it was a skimpy new lingerie set. She loved to buy something new for Darnell. She loved to dress up for him, to look her absolute best, and to be a little bit slutty because that’s what he liked.

Callie sat next to Carson and kissed him on the cheek as she placed the bag in his lap. “It’s for you,” she said.

Carson smiled. “For me? Really?”

“Absolutely!” she said. “Go ahead. See what’s inside.”

Carson reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of light blue lace boyshort panties. He held them up and stared as a confused look crossed his face.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

“There’s more,” Callie replied.

Carson reached into the bag and pulled out a small silver butt plug. Again confusion reigned in his brain, though a small sense of dread had taken hold as well.

“There’s more,” Callie said as she took the butt plug from him.

Carson reached in and pulled out a chastity device. He placed the bag on the ground in front of him and looked at his wife.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

“Oh, sweetie, I told you that Darnell wanted more control,” Callie said.

Carson remembered the conversation, but he figured Darnell wanted more control over Callie, not him.

Callie took Carson’s hand and leaned in to kiss him. Her lips were so soft and she smelled so good that all his dread washed away for a moment. When her lips parted and her tongue moved into his mouth he felt a powerful kind of arousal build between his legs.

After the kiss Callie looked into his eyes, smiled, and said, “He was clear, sweetie. If you’re not chastised, plugged, and pantied when he comes over tonight then he won’t be fucking me. That’s why I need you to do this for me. I need you to do what Darnell wants.”

Carson’s cock was hard from the kiss but his brain was telling him to refuse. He’d watched Darnell fuck his wife countless times. He’d even begun to fluff her black bull recently, but the new requirements felt like too much.

“Is this really necessary?” Carson asked. “I mean, it feels like it’s too much.”

“Is it, though?” Callie said as she rubbed his leg. “I watched you suck Darnell’s cock last week. Is it really that much worse to put on a pair of panties while he fucks me? I mean, does that seem like a huge leap?”

Carson knew his wife was going to be angry if he refused. She’d grown dependent on Darnell for her sexual pleasure. He provided her with orgasms like she’d never had before and Carson knew Callie wasn’t willing to go back to the boring sex life they’d had before she met Darnell.

Still, he couldn’t quite bring himself to fold. “I…I don’t know, Callie. It feels like I’d be giving up my manhood. It just feels like a step too far.”

Callie reached up and caressed his face as she leaned closer. “Oh, sweetie, you gave up your manhood a long time ago.”

The comment stung, but the humiliation made Carson’s cock leap back to life. For a moment he absolutely hated that he seemed wired to enjoy that kind of thing.

“You gave up a little bit of it the first time you came while watching Darnell fuck me. You gave up a little more the first time you ate his cum out of my pussy. You gave up a little more when you watched him and his friend fuck me together. You gave up a little more when you sucked his cock the first time. I’m not sure there’s anything left. This seems like a perfectly logical step to me. In fact, this seems like you actually accepting what you are,” Callie explained.

Carson was taken aback at his wife’s comments, though she hadn’t said anything untrue. He’d done everything she’d said and he’d enjoyed all of it. He was a cuckold, through and through, and his wife had very quickly become a slut for her bull’s big black cock.

“Lock your cock. Plug your ass. Put your panties on. I don’t want to argue about this, but I’m going to be very, very unhappy if you don’t do as you’re told. Darnell is in charge, sweetie, at least when it comes to stuff like this. It’s time for you to accept that. It’s time for you to embrace who you are,” Callie said.

She handed Carson the butt plug and he looked down at all three items as they rested in his lap. Callie stood up and headed towards the bedroom.

“I’m going to change into something more appropriate,” she said. “I expect you to do the same and I expect you to answer the door in your panties, cage, and plug. Do you understand?”

Carson nodded and Callie flashed her bright smile and left the room.

There was no point in fighting it. Carson had been down that road before. He’d fought some of the changes Darnell and Callie had instituted and he’d lost each battle. Ultimately, he found it all too arousing to resist. He found the humiliation thrilling. He found watching another man satisfy his wife thrilling. He came harder watching Darnell fuck Callie than he ever had while buried inside his wife’s pussy. He was a cuckold. He was going to accept that fully. He was going to do as Darnell desired.

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“Well, well, well,” Darnell said as he stood on the front porch and smiled at Carson. “I’m glad you made the right choice, cuck. It was going to be tough to walk away from your wife’s perfect white pussy.”

Carson felt deeply uncomfortable standing there in only a pair of panties. The door was wide open and it seemed entirely possible that a neighbor would see him. Darnell refused to come in, though.

“How does it feel, cuck?” Darnell asked. “How does it feel to be dressed like a bitch?”

“It’s humiliating,” Carson said.

“Damn right it is,” Darnell replied. “It should be, too. You’re wearing panties and a cock cage. Your ass is plugged. You’re dressed like a bitch and your wife is about to get fucked by a real man. You should be humiliated. That’s what you fucking cucks love, though, isn’t it?”

Carson nodded and Darnell laughed as he stepped into the house. “You can close the door,” he said.

Carson closed the door and Callie appeared from around the corner. She was dressed in a lacy, low cut black bodysuit that made her big breasts look spectacularly good. She jumped into her bull’s arms with a gleeful squeal and they started kissing immediately.

“I missed you baby,” Callie said in a voice that was thick with lust. “I missed you so much. I hate that I only get to see you once a week.”

“I know you do, girl, but I like it when you’re desperate for my dick. I like it when your white pussy is nice and tight for me, too. I like to stretch you out that first fuck. You know that,” Darnell said before they kissed again.

Callie moaned into her bull’s mouth as she wrapped her legs around him and Darnell massaged her ass with his big hands as his tongue pushed deep into her mouth.

“Doesn’t Carson look so cute in his panties?” Callie asked.

“He looks like a bitch,” Darnell replied.

Callie laughed and looked at her husband. “Yes he does. But he is a bitch, isn’t it?”

It was Darnell’s turn to laugh as he turned to Carson. “You hear that, man? Your wife thinks you’re a bitch. Is she right, cuck? Are you a bitch?”

“He eats your cum. He sucks your dick. He hasn’t fucked me in months. He eats his own cum most of the time. He’s wearing panties and a chastity cage and his ass is plugged. He’s definitely a bitch,” Callie said before Carson could answer. “Now take me to the bedroom and stretch me out with that big black dick of yours.”

“With pleasure,” Darnell said. “You coming, bitch?”

Carson nodded and followed behind them. The humiliation made him eager to watch. He wanted more of it. He wanted to see his wife and her black bull fucking. He wanted to see his wife’s perfect, tight pussy stretch out around her bull’s dick. He craved it more than anything.

Darnell put Callie down in the bedroom and she dropped to her knees immediately. “No dick for you tonight, bitch,” she said to Carson. “I want it all to myself.”

Callie unzipped Darnell’s pants and pulled out his long, thick cock. She rubbed the head and shaft all over her face before licking her way from the base of the shaft to the tip. She wrapped her soft, plump, glossy lips around the head and Darnell moaned.

“She sucks dick better than you, cuck. You need to practice if you want to be able to compete with your wife,” Darnell said.

Callie sucked and stroked her bull’s big cock, getting it hard and slippery with her spit. The room filled with her moans and the sounds of sloppy head being given to the only man that would be getting laid that night.

“Damn, girl, you must be desperate to get fucked,” Darnell said.

His cock slipped out of her mouth with an audible pop and Callie stroked him as she smiled. “I told you I was. I get desperate after a week. My pussy craves your cock. It needs you. It needs to be stretched. It needs to be pounded. You know my husband can’t make me feel good like that. You know he can’t do anything other than eat me out. That’s nice, but it’s not good enough.”

“That’s why you’re in panties, cuck,” Darnell said. “Your tongue is the only thing about you that’s worth a damn and even that’s not good enough.”

Callie stood up and kissed Darnell as she stroked his cock. He reached down, pulled aside the black lace of her bodysuit and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She moaned into his mouth and stroked him faster.

“Get in the bed,” Darnell said.

Callie hopped in the bed and spread her legs as she watched her bull strip.

“Eat your wife’s pussy, cuck. Get her nice and wet for me. Get it sloppy down there,” Darnell instructed.

“Come here, sweetie. Come eat my pussy for Darnell. Show us both what you’re good at. Show us that you belong in the room. Show us that you’re not completely useless,” Callie said.

Carson climbed between his wife’s legs, unhooked the little snap that held her bodysuit closed at the crotch and ate her pussy. He pushed his tongue inside her, tasted her slick juices, and sucked on her labia. He spread his saliva around, ensuring she was soaked.

Darnell smacked Carson’s ass hard, making him cry out in pain. “Look at that cuck bitch go!” the black bull said. “Look at him eating that pussy!”

“He’s a good boy,” Callie said. “He’s always been a good boy.”

Darnell grabbed a handful of Carson’s hair and roughly pulled him away from Callie’s pussy. He pushed him to the bedroom floor and said, “Stay there and watch me fuck your wife, cuck.”

Callie squealed in delight as her bull’s big black cock approached her pussy. Carson watched from the floor as the head spread her cunt lips and slowly pushed inside her. Callie groaned like she always did. It was low and loud and an indicator of the intense pleasure she felt in that moment.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out. “Fuck, fuck. Yes, yes, yes. Fill me. Fill my cunt. Fill my tight little married pussy. Stretch me out. Please, Darnell, give me that cock. Please, pound me. Pound my tight little pussy!”

Darnell’s cock bottomed out inside her and a moment later he gave Callie exactly what she needed. He fucked her. He fucked her hard. He pulled everything but the head of his massive cock out of her pussy and plunged it back inside.

It was always the same the first time. Callie needed to be pounded. She needed to be pounded hard after a week without her bull’s cock. She never wanted time to get used to his size. She just wanted him inside her. She wanted it hard and fast. She wanted the powerful fucking that Darnell was so good at giving her.

“Fuuuuckk!” she cried out as her first orgasm of the night arrived.

Carson watched her legs kick open and tremble as she had a loud, intense climax, just like always. He’d never come close to making her cum like that. He had no idea women could cum like that. It wasn’t until Darnell fucked his wife that he learned it was even possible.

Darnell pulled out and stood in front of Carson. “Clean it, cuck.”

Callie sat up with a hazy, joyful look on her face and said, “Suck his dick, sweetie. Suck my pussy off of it. Make him feel good until my pussy is ready for another round.”

Carson felt the ache of arousal between his legs. His cock was trying to get hard in its cage and it was happening because he was about to suck cock. In that moment he knew Callie and Darnell were right. He belonged in panties. He belonged in chastity.

“That’s a good cuck,” Darnell said as Carson sucked his big black dick.

He wasn’t as good as Callie but that didn’t stop him from putting in a good effort. He sucked and licked and slobbered. He tasted her juices. He tasted Darnell’s precum. He looked up at the bull and he felt a potent mixture of humiliation and arousal as he sucked dick.

“That’s so fucking hot, sweetie,” Callie said as she played with her pussy. “I never knew I’d enjoy my husband being a cocksucker, but that’s so fucking hot.”

“You ready for more?” Darnell asked.

Callie nodded.

The black bull pulled his cock from Carson’s mouth and got into bed with Callie. He laid on his back and said, “Ride it.”

Callie straddled him and looked back at Carson with a smile on her face. “Put his cock inside me, sweetie.”

Carson crawled to the edge of the bed, grabbed Darnell’s big cock, and guided it into Callie’s wet pussy. She sank down on it and threw her head back to moan as her blonde hair bounced around.

“Ride that dick,” Darnell said.

Callie leaned forward and Carson watched her pussy bounce on the black man’s cock. He watched the way her lips clung tightly to it. He watched the way his wife opened up for her bull.

He listened to the extreme wetness that had built up between her legs. He listened to the sounds of their bodies meeting over and over again.

“Whose pussy is this?” Darnell asked.

“It’s yours,” Callie said.

“That’s right it is. I own that pussy. It’s mine,” he said.

“Fuck, yes, it’s yours, Darnell. It’s your pussy. It’s not his,” Callie said between moans.

“It was never his, was it? Your cuck has never been able to fuck you right. You were just waiting for the right man to come along and take your pussy, weren’t you?” Darnell asked as he grabbed Callie’s ass and squeezed it hard.

“Yes, fuck, yes, I was,” she said.

“Make me cum in that pussy,” Darnell said. “Make me fill that tight little white pussy with my load. Work a load out of my dick.”

Callie did what she was told and Carson watched her pussy bounce on Darnell’s dick. He watched his wife work to make her bull cum while pursuing her second orgasm of the night at the same time.

He watched Darnell’s balls tighten. He heard the bull moaning. He heard his wife moaning.

“Here it comes,” Darnell said.

“Cum inside me!” Callie cried out. “Fuck, cum inside me!”

She came first, followed a few seconds later by Darnell. He grabbed her ass and pushed his cock up inside her as his balls twitched. Carson watched it all from just a few feet away.

They kissed for a little while as Carson watched some of Darnell’s cum leak out of Callie’s pussy and down his shaft.

When Callie sat up she turned and looked at Carson. “What do you want to do, sweetie?”

“I want to clean you both,” Carson said.

Darnell laughed. “The cuck knows his place,” he said.

“Is he right, sweetie? Do you know your place?” Callie asked.

Carson nodded.

“Thank him,” Callie added. “Thank Darnell for putting you in panties. Thank him for putting you in a chastity cage. Thank him for plugging your ass.”

Darnell sat up with his cock still buried in Callie’s pussy. He looked down at Carson with a smile on his face and waited.

“Thank you, Darnell,” Carson said as humiliation coursed through him. “Thank you for putting me in panties. Thank you for putting me in chastity. Thank you for plugging my ass. Thank you for putting me in my place.”

Darnell smiled and looked up at Callie. “He should be in the cage all the time.”

Carson hoped his wife would say no.

“I agree,” she said. “He’ll be such a good boy if he’s locked up all the time. Won’t you, sweetie?”

Carson nodded.

“Do you want your reward now? Do you want to clean us before we fuck again?” Callie asked.

“I do,” Carson said.

Callie lifted her pussy from Darnell’s cock and let some of his cum drip out onto the long, thick black shaft before laying next to him.

“Get to work, cuck,” Darnell said. “Clean my dick first. Then you can have her pussy.”

Carson crawled forward and got to work. It still felt humiliating to admit it, but he loved every part of being a cuckold. He loved that he was about to suck another man’s cock clean. He loved that he was about to eat another man’s load from his wife’s pussy. He loved that he was locked in a chastity cage with no sense of when he might be let out. He loved being a cuckold.