A Good Cuckold Lives to Serve

It’s a beautiful Saturday morning. Your wife has awoken as the smell of the coffee you brewed has reached the bedroom. She emerges in a white satin robe and fuzzy slippers and you look towards her. You try your best to anticipate her needs at all times, but when you can’t you want to be available to do anything she might require.

“Good morning, my love,” you say.

She smiles and comes closer. You stand and your wife takes you into an embrace. The satin feels soft against your arms.

“Good morning,” she says before giving you a soft kiss.

“Did you sleep well?” you ask.

“I slept like an angel,” she answers. “In no small part because of the work you did with that talented mouth of yours.”

She’s referring to the body worship session you engaged in before she went to sleep the night before. You spent an hour kissing and licking her erogenous zones, producing four powerful orgasms before she drifted off to sleep.

You didn’t orgasm, of course. Your reward was being given the chance to make your wife feel good, to give her pleasure for an hour straight. Your reward was being able to taste her pussy, to suck on her nipples, and to worship her asshole, among other parts of her body.

Your wife smiles and walks into the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee. You can’t help but follow her. Her ass looks wondrous as the white satin brushes back and forth against it.

Her eyes meet yours as she takes a sip of her coffee. She smiles. “It’s delicious,” she says.

That simple compliment is enough to make you feel good. It’s those little joys that you crave more than anything else in life. You live to serve her needs. She’s trained you so well that you genuinely find your life’s greatest pleasure in making her happy.

“Brad is coming over tonight,” she says.

You can’t stop your face from breaking into a giddy smile. You cherish the nights when your wife’s lover comes over. You love being able to serve them both and traveling to the depths of cuckoldry as they indulge in their desire to enjoy each other while humiliating you.

“I thought that would make you happy. You love being my little submissive cucky boy, don’t you?” your wife asks in that sweet voice she uses sometimes.

“I love it more than anything,” you say, stating the obvious truth that you’re both well aware of.

“That’s good, because we have a little shopping to do. I want to buy something new for Brad and I want you to help me pick it out. Do you want to do that, my cucky boy? Do you want to watch me model lingerie and choose the one that my boyfriend will fuck me in?” your wife asks.

“You know I do,” you answer.

Your cock is hard at the mere thought of it and your wife clearly finds that amusing. She smiles, steps forward, and reaches into your pajama pants. Her fingers wrap around your erection and she strokes you slowly while staring into your eyes.

“This cock isn’t worthy of my pussy,” she whispers, “and it never will be.”

You close your eyes and let her words wash over you. Your wife has gotten so good at lusty little verbal humiliations. She always knows how to push your buttons in the right way.

“Brad is the real man in this relationship, isn’t he?” she asks.

You open your eyes and look at your beautiful wife. “Yes, he is,” you admit.

She releases your cock and pulls you close for a coffee-flavored kiss. She offers her tongue and you dutifully suck on it, just as she enjoys.

“Let’s get ready,” she says. “We have some shopping to do.”

Your wife takes your hand as you step into the lingerie store. Her skin is soft and warm against yours. The smile on her face thrills you. You know she’s thinking about Brad and the things he’s going to do to her tonight.

“So, what are you looking for?” you ask.

“I want something sexy and seductive. Something that’s going to drive him wild the moment he sees it. Something that’s going to make him want to throw me into the bed and bury his cock in my pussy.”

You’ve been a cuckold for years, but it still arouses you when your wife talks about getting fucked by another man like that. It thrills you to be walking through the store with her and knowing that she’s looking at everything and wondering what her lover would think about it, not what her husband would think. It truly doesn’t matter what you think.

To a casual observer, it would look like you and your wife were shopping for something naughty for her to wear for you. She holds up numerous items against her body and asks what you think. She leans close and gives you a quick kiss on the lips because she’s so excited.

She’s not excited for you, though. She’s excited for Brad. She wants to feel his hands against her legs. She wants to feel his lips against hers. She wants to feel his cock between her pussy lips.

She does like to tease you, though. That’s why you’re there. She doesn’t need you to pick out the lingerie, but it’s a lot more fun when you’re there because she knows that you’re thinking about her getting fucked by someone else.

Your wife likes this particular store because they have no qualms about letting two people go into the changing room. It’s high-end enough that they likely have fewer issues with people getting off on the quick thrill of fucking in a public place.

That’s why you walk behind her with an armful of sexy outfits as she leads you to one of the roomy changing areas in the back.

You watch as she puts on a red lace bodysuit and looks at herself in the mirror. It’s devastatingly sexy. You know Brad would absolutely want to tear it off of her the moment he saw it.

“Come here,” your wife says as she stands in front of the mirror and looks at her body.

You step closer and she reaches behind to take your hands and pull them around her waist. She’s inviting you to hold her. She gently grinds her ass into your crotch and whispers, “Do you want to see him fuck me in this?”

“Yes,” you say as you look in the mirror. Her body looks perfect in the red lace and you can imagine her pulling aside the fabric covering her pussy and sitting on Brad’s big cock.

Your wife spins around in your arms and kisses you. Your cock feels impossibly hard. It’s been over a week since your last orgasm and almost anything turns you on at this point.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me tonight?” she asks.

“Yes,” you say.

“Do you want to see me in something else?” she asks.

You nod.

“What should I try on next?”

You pick out a sheer baby doll with black lace across the breasts. It looks impossibly delicate as your wife pulls it over her head. It’s sexy, too, thanks in part to the elegant design that elevates it from being cutesy.

“You can touch me,” she says.

You reach out and run your hands over the soft tulle and your wife closes her eyes as a quiet moan escapes her lips.

“I can’t help but think about having his hands on me,” your wife says as she reaches back and plays with your turgid erection through your pants. “I need him so badly.”

It’s thrilling to know that she’s thinking of another man as you touch her. She has long since been freed from having to restrict herself to just one man. Now she’s able to choose a sexual partner that’s far superior to her husband. Thankfully, her making that choice thrills you both.

She pulls you closer and once more her ass is pressed tightly against your pelvis. She moves slowly and gently and it feels spectacularly good. There’s a part of you that wishes you could bend her over, pull aside her thong, and fuck her from behind.

Your wife turns around and you hope that she’s going to kiss you again. You want to feel her lips against yours.

She smiles and moves closer. Her lips part, but she’s not going to kiss you. She’s just teasing. Instead, she pushes you to your knees and lifts the baby doll.

“Worship me,” she says.

You pull aside her thong and do as your wife commanded. You worship her pussy. You taste her wetness. You taste her flesh. You do the thing that makes you so happy.

“Good boy,” she whispers. She doesn’t want to be too loud. You’re not supposed to be eating her pussy in a dressing room, after all.

“I think this is the one. I think this pretty little baby doll will drive Brad crazy. I think he’ll feel the same desire you feel, except I’m going to let him fuck me.”

Your wife pulls your head from between her legs. She’s not going to let you make her cum. She just wants you to get her worked up. She wants to be wild with desire by the time Brad arrives. She wants to be utterly desperate for his dick.

“That was lovely,” she says while smiling down at you.

“Thank you for letting me worship you,” you whisper.

She pulls the baby doll over her head and hands it to you before getting dressed. It’s time to check out. Brad will be at your house before you know it. That’s when the fun truly begins.

You’re naked when you answer the door and welcome Brad to your home. Your wife prefers it that way. It used to be that it was a great way of showing him that you’re no threat to him. Now it’s just another wonderful way to humiliate you.

Brad never fails to chuckle to himself when he sees you naked. Your cock is always small and shriveled when you answer the door. Your testicles are always small and tight against your body, and the fact that your wife makes you shave off all your pubic hair makes you feel even less manly than you already are.

“Welcome,” you say as Brad walks past you.

You close the door and follow him to the bedroom, where your wife is waiting. Sometimes they’ll enjoy a glass of wine together or watch something on TV while fooling around a little bit, but this isn’t one of those times. It’s been a week since they’ve seen each other and your wife is desperate.

She’s in your bed in the baby doll you bought earlier. She spent hours on her hair and makeup and she looks devastatingly sexy. Brad stops in the doorway and stares for a few moments.

You see her face. You see her smile. You know he’s having the reaction she wanted. You know he’s likely wearing a hungry look on his face, like he can’t wait to climb into bed with her and pound her married pussy.

Your wife isn’t the kind of woman that waits to be taken, though. That’s why she slides out of the bed and strides across the bedroom until she’s standing in front of her lover.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she says.

“I missed you too,” he replies while reaching out to touch her.

You think back to the lingerie store and remember how badly your wife wanted Brad to touch her in the baby doll. Your cock begins to grow. This is the part you like the best.

“I missed your touch,” your wife says as she steps closer.

Brad’s hand moves from her waist to the small of her back. Her pulls her body against his and your wife lifts onto her toes so they can share a tender kiss.

“I need you,” she says.

You haven’t heard your wife direct those words your way in years. She didn’t use them all that often even before she started cuckolding you. That’s why you find it so thrilling that she uses them with Brad. She says it almost every time they see each other, and you know she means it, too.

You know she’s desperate for him. You know he pleasures her in ways you can’t. You see it when she texts him or on the rare occasions when they have phone sex. She’s completely enamored with him because he takes her to sexual heights that you’ve never helped her reach. There’s no question that he’s better in bed. It’s a fact that you’ve long since accepted.

Brad grabs your wife’s ass and gives it a good squeeze. She squeals in delight. You know she loves it when he takes charge and manhandles her body.

“Cuck, get on your knees behind her. I want you eating her pretty little asshole,” Brad says.

You do as you’re told. They’ve long since established that Brad can tell you what to do when he’s in your bedroom. His commands might as well be her commands.

That’s why you fall to your knees behind your wife, pull down the sexy g-string she’s wearing, and part her ass cheeks.

You hear them kissing as you eat her ass. You used to abhor doing so. It felt so filthy to you. You worried about what you were licking and what was entering your body. You don’t worry about that anymore. Now you find it pleasurable. It’s a cuckold’s place to do as he’s told and you find it thrilling to obey. In fact, you now find it extra thrilling to be ordered to lick the dirtiest place on your wife’s body.

“Is he doing a good job?” Brad asks.

“You know he is. My cucky boy is a talented ass eater,” your wife answers.

They kiss again. She moans into her lover’s mouth. You hope it’s because you’re doing such a good job rimming her.

“Would you like him to eat your ass?” your wife asks her lover.

He laughs. “I would.”

You hear your wife unbuckle her lover’s belt and unzip his pants. You hear them fall to the floor. His underwear follow and Brad steps out of them, exposing the lower half of his body.

“You heard him, cucky boy,” your wife says. “He wants your tongue in his asshole. What are you waiting for?”

You don’t hesitate. You never do anymore. You crawl behind Brad, spread his ass cheeks, and eat his asshole like a good cuckold. You find satisfaction in the way he moans as you’re rimming him.

It’s hard not to feel the humiliation. After all, you’re licking another man’s hairy asshole. You’re running your tongue back and forth over his anus. You’re doing something that most men would find genuinely abhorrent, and you didn’t even argue about it.

You’re doing it because it pleases your wife. You know she’s getting a little bit wetter because you’re a good ass eating submissive.

They’re still kissing as you rim Brad’s asshole. Your wife is moaning. You can hear his fingers working in and out of her pussy. Another man is playing with your wife’s cunt and you’re licking his asshole. That’s a cuckold’s life.

Your wife falls to her knees in front of Brad. “Come here, cucky boy,” she says.

You pull your tongue from his asshole and move until you’re in front of him with your wife. You watch as she strokes his big cock.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she asks.

You nod

She reaches between your legs and takes your cock in her other hand. “It’s so much more beautiful than yours, isn’t it?”

You nod again.

“Do you like that his big cock turns me on, cucky boy?”

“I do,” you admit.

Her fingers slowly move up and down the shaft and over the head. Your wife leans forward and kisses his cock. You see what looks like genuine love on her face as she tastes his flesh.

“Will you suck his cock for me?” she asks.

“Yes, I will,” you say.

She pulls your head closer. His thick, throbbing dick is inches from your lips.

“Beg for it,” your wife whispers into your ear.

“Please, let me suck his big cock,” you say. “Let me pleasure him for you. Let me show you that I’m a good cucky boy.”

“Do it,” she says.

You wrap your lips around Brad’s big cock. You look up at him like you’ve been trained to do. You show him that you recognize your inferiority. You show him that you’re a cocksucker and that he’s the man that fucks your wife.

“Good boy,” your wife says as she applies gentle pressure to the back of your head. She wants you to swallow more of it.

You take as much of him into your throat as you can. You suck cock like a cuckold should. You gag, but they like that.

Brad’s hand replaces your wife’s. He pushes his dick deeper into your throat. He dominates your mouth. He makes you embrace your submission. He makes you accept your place.

When he finally releases your head and pulls his cock from your mouth you gasp for air, just like a cocksucker in a porn video.

“I love watching you use him,” your wife says. “But I need you to fuck me. I can’t believe how wet I am for you.”

She stands up and kisses Brad as you wait on your knees. You reach up and stroke his cock. You can’t help but want to make him feel good.

You release his shaft when he moves to pick up your wife. He walks to the bed and climbs into it before putting her on her back.

From your knees, you have a perfect view between their legs. You see your wife grasp his long, thick dick in her fingers and guide it inside her. You see him slowly fill her. You see how her pussy lips open around him.

This is the part of the evening where it can feel like your wife and her lover don’t even know you’re in the room. Once he’s inside her, they tend to focus exclusively on each other. It’s like you don’t even exist.

You’ve learned to find pleasure in that, too. It’s never more obvious just how inadequate you are sexually than when he’s busy pounding her pussy and she doesn’t give a damn about you. She could have you come closer. She could have you watch. She could have you kiss her. She could even have you eat his ass while he’s fucking her.

Your wife doesn’t want any of those things because she just wants to concentrate on how good it feels to have Brad’s big cock buried in her pussy. She wants to concentrate on the pleasure of getting fucked by the man that brings her such immense satisfaction.

Your wife has her first orgasm on her back. She wraps her legs around Brad, pulls him deep into her body, and trembles as a climax rushes through her.

It’s not long before he’s on his back and she’s on top. You have an entirely different view, now. You see her pussy lips stretch around him as she rides. You see how her cunt clings to his cock in a way it never did to yours. You’re simply not big enough to provide that pleasure.

You feel jealous in the best way possible. Your dick is so hard it hurts. Your wife is relentlessly taking someone else’s cock inside her. She’s pursuing her pleasure eagerly and without considering what you need. She knows that what you truly need is for her to be happy.

She cums again on top of him. He always gets her off at least twice before pumping his load into her pussy.

Much to your delight, they switch to doggystyle. Your wife turns around until she’s facing you. She beckons you closer as Brad slides into her from behind.

“You love watching him fuck me, don’t you cucky boy?” she asks as you come closer.

Brad fucks her with such force that her tits bounce with every thrust. Her lips move closer to yours as he pounds her.

“I do,” you admit.

“Does it remind you of your place?” she asks. “Does it help you remember that you have no business being in my pussy when a man like Brad can do a much better job than you?”

“Yes,” you say. Excitement and anxiety move through you in equal parts. You’re horny and humiliated at the same time.

“Are you hungry for his cum?” your wife asks as a smile breaks across her face.

“I am,” you admit.

You’re always hungry for his cum. It’s become your favorite thing about being a cuckold. It feels so intimate when you clean his load out of her.

“Good boy,” she says.

You only have to wait a few minutes for your dessert. Soon enough, Brad is groaning loudly as he empties his balls inside your wife’s wet, waiting pussy.

“Clean his cock,” she says.

You move to the other side of the bed and fall to your knees in front of Brad. You voraciously suck his cock clean. You lick his cum and her juices off of him. You deepthroat him with ease, managing not to gag for a few moments.

“You’re such a fucking cum slut,” he says.

He’s right. Your excitement has reached a fever pitch.

“Come here, cucky boy,” your wife says after you’ve cleaned up her bull. “Come and get his load. Lick it out of me like the cum slut you are.”

You climb into bed, take your place between your wife’s legs, and lick her lover’s thick load out of her. Your cock throbs as you do it. You swallow mouthful after mouthful of his seed and let it rest in your stomach. You take another man’s cum inside you and it makes you so happy.

“You’re my good cucky boy,” she says while holding your head between her legs.

She’s right, and nothing makes you happier.