He's Better...So You Must Learn to Serve - Part 1

"He'll fuck me better than you do."

That was among the first things your wife said when you discussed making your cuckold fantasy a reality. It made perfect sense, of course. After all, why would she bother fucking someone that was worse than you in bed?

The idea turned you on. In fact, you got excited the moment those lovely words left her lips. You wanted her to fuck someone better than you. You wanted your wife to have genuinely mind-blowing sex with another man. You wanted her to have such good sex that she couldn't help but go back to him over and over and over again. You loved the idea that she'd come home from her first time with him and tell you that it was the best sex she'd had in years.

It happened, too. The first time, she met him at a hotel. They'd already been on a few dates that included a bit of foreplay - though nothing too heavy - and on their fourth date they spent the night together in a hotel. She asked you not to come. She said she wanted the first time to be just the two of them. She said she'd give you every little detail the next morning.

She was true to her word, and she was right that she'd find someone that fucked her better than you do. He was, in her words, an incredible lover. He tended to her needs in every imaginable way, slowly luring her into a state of overwhelming desire with a wealth of foreplay, using his fingers and tongue to excite her body from head to toe, and slowly stretching her tight, married pussy with his big cock - much bigger than yours, as she was careful to point out - before fucking her to the kind of orgasm she hadn't experienced in years.

She told you all of that the next morning. You got naked with her and crawled into bed. You kissed her. You ran your hands over her beautiful body. She took your cock in her hand and stroked you. Her lips found yours and her tongue slipped into your mouth as she jerked you off.

"Was it good?" you asked.

"It was better than I could have hoped for," she replied with a smile. "Much better."

"Better than me?" you asked.

"Did he fuck me better than you do? Is that what you're asking, sweetie? Did another man fuck me better than my husband?" she replied softly.

She stroked you faster and the sounds of a slippery handjob filled the bedroom. Pleasure coursed through your body as you imagined your beautiful wife having sex with another man.

"Yes, that's what I'm asking," you said.

She kissed your neck and moaned. It was soft at first, but it got increasingly loud and it became clear she was moaning just like she'd moaned for him. You closed your eyes and imagined being in the hotel room with them. You imagined your wife moaning like that with another man's cock moving in and out of her pussy.

"Yes," she finally said. "He fucked me better than you. He made me cum harder than you do."

You groaned and your cock surged in her hand.

"It was more than that, though," she continued. "He kissed me better than you do. His touch turned me on more than yours does. He fingered me better than you do. He ate my pussy better than you do."

That was it. That put you over the top. That made you cum. Your wife's handjob got you off as you thought about her spending the night in a hotel room with a man that had proven superior in every measurable way.

She waited a week before seeing him again. This time they went to his place after a date. He gave her three spectacular - her word - orgasms. She made him cum twice. Again he proved deeply skillful with his fingers, tongue, and cock. He proved himself to be a man that knew his way around a woman's body, and more specifically around your wife's body.

After the second time - after he proved the first time wasn't just a fluke - your wife couldn't go a week without seeing her bull. She waited three days, but then her desire was just too much. Her need for him was overwhelming, so she went to his place after work. She got on her knees in his living room. She sucked his cock like a woman possessed.

She wanted him to fuck her, but he insisted on going down on her. He insisted on using his tongue to drive her mad with desire, to leave her trembling for that moment when he slid his cock inside her. He ate her pussy so good that she was begging for him to fuck her, for him to plunge his cock into her slick, needy cunt.

When she came home that night her face and chest were flushed with desire. Her hair was a mess - it had been a particularly vigorous fucking - and she still had a hazy, delighted smile on her face as she walked in the door.

"Did you get what you needed?" you asked.

Your beautiful wife nodded and said, "He's so good, baby. He's just so good. He did incredible things with his tongue tonight. He turned me on. He teased me. He drove me crazy. I actually begged him to fuck me. I sounded so desperate, so needy. It was like he'd turned me into a different woman. I was out of my mind for him."

You approached. You unbuttoned her blouse. You unzipped her skirt. You stripped your wife naked in the foyer and she smiled the entire time.

You kissed her neck. Your lips found hers. She offered her tongue and you took it. She moaned while deftly freeing your cock from your pants and stroking you.

"I want you," you said.

"Mmm, I know," she replied. "You're hard as a rock."

"Can I have you?" you asked. "Can I fuck you?"

She moaned, looked into your eyes, and said, "No."

Her denial surprised you, as did the arousal that followed. Your dick surged in her hand. Your balls tightened a little. You felt that deeply satisfying tingling between your legs that only your cuckolding had inspired.

She leaned closer, kissed your neck, and whispered, "I gave him everything tonight...and I'm not going to give you anything."

You moaned and felt an orgasm quickly approaching. She stroked you faster. She could tell you were close and it seemed that she was happy to push you over the edge.

"He deserved everything he got. He deserved to get his cock sucked by your beautiful wife. He deserved to play with my tits, to finger my pussy, to taste me, to taste my desire for him. He deserved to fuck me as long and hard as he wanted. He deserved to enjoy my body. He deserved all of it because he's so much better than you at making me feel good," she said.

"Oh...fuck," you replied.

"You're lucky I'm even jerking you off," she whispered. "You're lucky I'm willing to even touch your cock after I got to experience his tonight."

You came hard. You came all over your wife's stomach as she stroked you vigorously. She looked down and watched your cock spill its seed and when she looked up again there was a delighted smile on her face.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

You smiled and nodded. You had enjoyed it. You'd enjoyed it immensely, in fact.

Two nights later your wife was desperate for him again. He wasn't available, though. She was horny enough that she accepted your offer to make her cum with your tongue.

You led your wife to the bedroom, stripped her naked while kissing and caressing her beautiful body, and then guided her into the bed. You worked your way down her body, kissing and licking every erogenous zone before settling between her legs. You tended to her perfect, slick pussy with your tongue and fingers. You used every technique you knew. You played with her g-spot while licking her clit. You played with her tits as you worked her over.

At a certain point, it became clear she wasn't enjoying herself anywhere near as much as she used to. "What's wrong?" you asked.

She looked down at you, smiled, and said, "You're just not as good as he is. You don't turn me on like he does. You don't eat my pussy like he does. That wasn't a problem before, obviously, but now that I've had him, now that he's eaten my pussy and made me feel so good with his tongue, yours just doesn't compare."

Despite the crushing nature of her revelation, your dick was hard.

"I wish he was the one between my legs right now," she continued. "I wish he was eating my pussy. If he was, I already would have cum."

Your dick got harder.

"What if you just imagined it was him?" you asked. "What if you closed your eyes and fantasized about him, would that make you cum?"

She smiled. "I don't think so, but I could call him. I think if I could hear his voice, if I could tell him how badly I wanted him, if I could hear him say that he can't wait to fuck me tomorrow, I think that might make me cum while you're eating my pussy."

"Call him," you said. Of course you did. How could you resist?

She grabbed her phone and called him. "Hey, baby," she said. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm just really horny and my husband is having a hard time making me cum because I just keep thinking about you."

You returned to eating her pussy. You slipped your fingers inside her and licked her clit as you look up at your beautiful wife.

"Yeah, he's eating my pussy right now, but the truth is, he's just not that good at it. He's nowhere near as good as you, and I just keep thinking about you and about the fact that you're not the one between my legs...and I just can't cum," she said.

She looked down at you, smiled, and put the phone on speaker.

"You're on speakerphone," she said.

"I want you to close your eyes for me," her bull replied. "Close your eyes and imagine me between your legs instead of your husband. Imagine me working her pussy with my fingers and working that throbbing little clit of yours with my tongue."

Your wife closed her eyes and moaned. "It feels so good," she said. "You're so good, baby. You make my pussy feel so good."

"Are you nice and wet for me?" he asked. "Is that pussy nice and wet for me?"

She arched her back as you licked her clit. "Yes, I'm soaked for you, baby. I'm so wet for you."

You were certain you heard him masturbating, and with good reason. He was thinking about your beautiful, vibrant, sexy wife. Of course he was masturbating.

"Should I make you cum with my tongue?" he asked. "Or do you want my cock?"

She moaned louder.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to slide my dick into your tight, wet, married pussy and fuck you like you need? Do you want me to fuck you like your husband can't?" he asked.

You very nearly moaned as your stiff cock pressed into the bed while you worked your wife's pussy with your tongue.

"Yes, baby, please, fuck me," she said. "Please, fuck my pussy. Fuck my tight little pussy. Pound me."

"Should I fuck you while your husband's watching?" he asked.

Her eyes shot open and she looked at you. She studied your face for a few seconds and smiled. "Yes, you should fuck me while he's watching. Show him what it's like when I get fucked by someone that can actually satisfy me. Show him what it looks like when you slide your cock into the pussy that he's failed to satisfy for so many years. Fuck me in front of my husband. Put him in his place."

"Moan for me, baby," he said. "Moan for me as I fill you. Moan for me as I slide my big dick into your tight, needy little cunt with a long, slow, deep thrust."

"That feels so good," your wife replied before letting loose a long, low moan while you fingered her pussy and sucked on her clit. "Now fuck me, baby. Fuck me!"

"Take it for me," he replied while the sound of his masturbation emanated from her phone. "Take my cock, baby. Take it in your tight little pussy. Take it good. Take it deep. Take it and make me cum. Make me cum in that tight pussy of yours."

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out. "Cum inside me, baby! Cum inside me!"

As far as you knew they were still using protection. You loved the idea that your wife wanted him to cum inside her, though. You loved that she clearly found it thrilling, and that he clearly wanted to leave his cum inside the beautiful woman you loved more than any other in the world.

"I'm cumming!" he screamed.

She soon followed. They came together while you did little more than provide a bit of friction for her clit. You weren't good enough to get her off on your own. You needed his help, and that fact both thrilled and scared you.

"Thank you," she said to him. "I needed that. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you soon," he replied. "And I promise, I'll fuck you so good that for a little while you'll forget your husband even exists."

From that night on, your wife's bull played a part in each and every one of her orgasms. Usually it was his cock, tongue, or fingers providing the climax - like when he fingered her to an orgasm on the way to a restaurant date - but sometimes, when he wasn't available, you stood in for him while he got her off on the phone.

She made it clear that he was so much better that you simply couldn't offer her what she needed. That notion never failed to arouse you, and she was always generous with her hand, giving you a wealth of orgasms while describing the many ways her bull had found to satisfy her.

Eventually, though, you grew unsatisfied. You wanted more. You needed more. It wasn't enough to get handjob or lick her pussy occasionally. You wanted to participate in your wife's pleasure, and she agreed that you deserved that. You were husband, after all.

That's when you were invited to watch. Despite having fantasized about it over the phone, they hadn't actually let you witness your cuckolding until six months into their relationship.

It also happened to be the first night that your wife's bull was invited to your home. They went out to dinner beforehand - to a romantic restaurant like any couple would - and returned home a few hours before midnight. They walked into the house like any couple would after a night out, sharing a deep kiss in the foyer and clearly indulging in the desire that had been building between them all night.

You all shared a drink together - though it mostly involved you watching your wife and her bull flirt, touch each other, and kiss - before retiring to the bedroom.

"Help me out of my dress," your wife instructed as you entered the room behind them.

She stared at her bull as you did so and he watched her lithe, naked body - she'd gone to dinner without a bra or panties on - come into view as you worked the tight dress over her hips and down her legs.

"What do you think?" she asked him.

"I think I want to spend the night fucking you in the bed you share with your husband," he replied.

"You should get naked, then," your wife suggested.

As he worked on stripping, she spun around to face you. She offered a sweet, seductive smile, caressed your face, and said, "You want more, and you deserve more. You're going to get more tonight. You'll get to watch, of course, but you can help, too."

She traced your lips with her finger and added, "You can use these lips and your tongue to ensure my pussy is soaking wet when he fills me. You can put your tongue inside me when we switch positions. You can taste the sex you'll watch us have. You can use your lips to soothe my sore pussy after he's fucked me."

"Thank you," you replied.

She smiled. "Don't thank me yet. There's more. You can place his cock inside me. You can wrap your fingers around his spectacular, thick, perfect shaft and place it in your wife's pussy."

"Oh, I don't..."

"Shh," she said softly. "I'm not done yet. Before you place his cock inside me, you can suck on it. You can use your mouth to make sure he's wet and nice and hard for me. You can think of yourself as a fluffer for the man that's proven superior to you in every way that matters, sexually speaking."

"I can't..."

She grabbed your cock. "You're hard as a rock. Your cock doesn't lie. You can and you will do exactly as I described. You'll do more, too."

You shook your head, but she was right about your cock. It was hard as a rock.

"If his cock falls out of me while we're fucking - sometimes he gets quite vigorous - you can suck it clean of my pussy juices before putting it back inside me. If he's fucking me from behind - which he will be at some point tonight - you can rest your pretty head on my ass, open your mouth, and let him fuck your face a little if he feels like it," she continued.

Your dick was still hard. It shouldn't have been. It should have been soft, given everything she was describing.

"When he's done fucking me - when he's finished inside me - you can crawl between my legs and clean my messy pussy," she said. "You can clean another man's cum out of your wife's pussy. You can be a very good boy for me and clean up every drop."

"But...but I...but I can't..."

Your wife's bull stepped closer, brushed her hair to one side, and leaned down to kiss her neck. His strong hands moved to her waist and slowly traveled up her body until he'd grasped her breasts. She closed her eyes and you watched him work her tits in a manner that seemed to elicit a steady stream of moans.

"You don't have to do anything," your wife said as she opened her eyes and looked at you. "But if you want to participate, this is how you do it. This is how you make me feel good. He's better than you at everything, so if you want to participate in my sex life, you need to serve me, you need to serve us in the bedroom. It's okay if you don't want to - you can turn and go to the guest bedroom - but if you do want to participate, it's time for you to get on your knees. You can serve my pussy first - and get me nice and wet - and then you can serve his cock. You can show us that you understand your place in our sex life."

She took your hand and placed it between her legs. You slipped two fingers into her pussy. She was astoundingly hot and wet as she swallowed your flesh. It made you want her. It made you want what you couldn't have. It made you want anything you could get.

You sank to your knees. You embraced your fate. You prepared to serve your wife and her bull for the night, and for so many nights in the future.