A Reward for a Submissive Cuckold

It's Friday night. You've worked hard all week. You deserve a reward and your beautiful wife has seen fit to provide you with one.

She's sitting on the couch and you're on your knees at her feet. She's wearing a short, pleated skirt, a tight top that shows off her cleavage, and a pair of black stockings with lace tops. She has on a pair of three inch heels, too. She was dressed that way when you got home, signaling that she was going to reward you.

You're naked, of course. Your cock is already half hard despite neither you nor her having touched it.

"You may kiss my feet," she says.

You lean forward and plant a series of kisses on both of her feet. You feel the soft nylon of her stockings against your lips. You feel the smooth leather of the straps of her delicate shoe. You feel her toes wiggle as you kiss them. You look up in the hope of catching a smile from your wife, but she's turned her attention to her phone.

After kissing her feet, you lean back and your wife crosses one leg over the other and lifts her foot so you're staring at the bottom of her shoe.

"Lick it," she demands.

Her voice is stern and sharp and your cock tingles with desire. You lean in. You run your tongue over the bottom of her shoe. You close your eyes and savor the sense of submission that courses through you.

"Suck on the heel," she says.

You take the three inch heel in your mouth. You swallow it all. You suck. You bob up and down on it like you're giving your wife's shoe a blowjob. You do so while her focus remains on her phone.

"I told him what you're doing," she says. "He laughed."

She's talking about her bull. About the man who's become her primary sexual partner over the past nine months. About the man who's all but replaced you when it comes to satisfying her pussy.

"He says it's generous of me to let you humiliate yourself," she says. "Do you think he's right? Am I being generous?"

"Yes," you reply. "You are. You're always so generous to me."

You know that most men wouldn't have answered in that way, but you're not like most men. You crave the humiliation. It makes you feel submissive, and there are few things you enjoy more than feeling submissive.

She uncrosses and crosses her legs once more, offering you a view of her other heel. "Lick it," she demands.

You lick the bottom of her shoe. You lick it multiple times. You lick it like a good submissive.

"Suck it," she says.

You suck on the three inch heel. You suck it slowly, taking every bit of it in your mouth before pulling all the way back. You look up at her the entire time, though she's still texting with her bull.

"He says he wishes he could be here," she says. "He says he'd be more than happy to participate in your humiliation if he was, that he'd let you suck his cock and balls while we watched a movie together. He's generous too, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is," you answer.

"Do you feel like a lucky little cuckold?"

You nod.

"Take my heels off," she instructs.

You carefully remove her heels and set them on the floor. She lifts one of her feet and rubs it over your face. The nylon is soft and it smells as if she sprayed just a hint of perfume on it.

"You'd jump at the chance to worship his cock and balls if he were here, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," you say.

She takes advantage of your open mouth and shoves her foot inside. All five toes stretch your lips and you relish the feel of the stocking against your tongue. She wiggles her toes in your mouth and you suck on them, running your tongue back and forth while she smiles.

"I can't believe I married a cocksucker," she says. "A filthy fucking cocksucker."

Your dick throbs and she reaches between her legs. Her foot blocks your view, but she moans almost immediately, which means she's masturbating. You're not the only one that gets off on your humiliation, after all.

"You like being a cocksucker, don't you?" she asks. "A dirty little cocksucking faggot that will happily worship a superior man when he's instructed to do so."

You nod with her foot in your mouth. You like the way you feel when you submit to her bull's cock. You like being able to worship someone superior, as she said. You like making your wife and her bull happy by fluffing him. You like doing something that goes against your nature. You like that push and pull you feel as just a hint of revulsion kicks in at having a cock in your mouth while your erection throbs because it's so deliciously humiliating to give head to a man.

"Fuck my feet," she says.

Your wife lowers her feet and holds them together. You crawl forward and slip your cock between her soles. You hold her knees for balance and you thrust wildly. It's pathetic, and it feels so fucking good.

"I'm glad you enjoy this," she says, "because this is the only sex you'll be having for the foreseeable future. I don't know why I'd lower myself to letting your pathetic dick inside me when I have a real man that will fuck me whenever I crave him."

She picks up her phone and smiles as you fuck her feet. She types out a message. Then she leans back, stares at her phone, and slips a hand into her panties.

You want to ask what she's looking at, if he sent a video or a picture. You know it's not your place, though, that she decides if you get to know what's captured her attention.

"I told him you're fucking my feet like a pathetic cuck," she says breathlessly. "He sent me a video of him stroking his big cock. He said he misses me, baby. He misses my pussy. He misses the way I make him feel. He misses fucking me long and hard and making me cum on his cock until I'm exhausted. He misses pumping his load into my pussy and making you clean it out of me. I'll bet you miss that too, don't you cuck?"

"Yes," you answer. "I love cleaning his cum from your pussy."

She laughs and sets her phone down. She pulls her fingers from her panties, leans closer, and shoves them in your mouth. You fuck her feet even faster. Your precum has now soaked her stockings and fucking them feels even better.

"Are you going to cum while you fuck my feet, you pathetic little bitch?"

You nod with her fingers moving in and out of your mouth.

"And you're going to lick up your mess, aren't you?" she asks.

You nod again.

She pushes her fingers deep enough that you gag and then pulls out, leans back, and pulls aside her panties. You stare at her pussy as your wife masturbates furiously. She rubs her clit and pumps her slick hole with her fingers. She picks up her phone to watch the video of her bull masturbating. She stares at his cock and you know she's dreaming of having him inside her.

"Cum for me, cuck," she says. "Fuck my feet right until you're ready to blow your pathetic load and then make sure you get it all on my feet so you can lick it off them like the cum whore you are."

You fuck her feet furiously and at the last moment you pull back, grab your dick, and stroke it a few times. You erupt, spraying thick ropes of hot cum on her black stockings. You make a spectacular mess of her feet as she masturbates furiously with a smile on her face.

"Lick it up, you pathetic cuck cum whore," she demands.

You back up, bend over, and lick your load off her delicate, nylon-clad feet. You lick furiously. You suck up your cum. You swallow every drop of it while the aftershocks of your orgasm reverberate through your body. You're awash in pleasure and soon enough she's moaning and cumming hard just like you did.

"Fuck!" she cries out. "Fucking fuck!"

You finish cleaning her feet, sit back on your knees, and look up. Your wife has a hazy smile on her face as she pulls her panties back over her pussy, sets her phone aside, and leans closer.

"Did you enjoy your reward?" she asks.

"More than anything," you reply. "Thank you for being the most wonderful wife in the world."

She gives you a soft kiss on the lips. "And thank you for being the most wonderful beta cuck husband, and for working so hard to provide for us."

She gives you another kiss, this time slipping her tongue into your mouth to share in the taste of your load. She moans softly and then sits back and pats the couch cushion next to her.

"Come cuddle with me. Let's watch a movie," she says.

"Can I get dressed?" you ask.

She smiles and pulls off her panties. "You can wear these."

You take her panties, put them on, and cuddle up next to her on the couch. It was a long week, but it's all worth it for a reward like that from a wife that loves and understands you more than you ever thought possible.