Consulting the Cuckold Humiliation Handbook - Part 18

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Alan and Peyton had been together all day, but he'd seemed distracted and at times downright distant from her, like he was struggling to offer even a shred of attention. He'd even been distracted while they shopped for lingerie, an activity that typically left him excited for the cuckolding that would follow.

"Alan, darling, are you struggling?" Peyton asked as they walked hand-in-hand through the parking lot. Alan carried the Victoria's Secret bag - which held the lingerie she'd wear for Scott later that night - and he seemed just as listless as he had most of the day.

At first, they walked in silence, but the look on Alan's face made it seem as though he was pondering an answer. They'd nearly reached the car by the time he offered it.

"Yes, I am," he said. "I didn't...I didn't think I would...and I didn't really struggle this week, but now I am. I just...I don't feel good."

Peyton squeezed his hand. "Because you know what's expected of you tonight?" she asked.

Alan nodded as he pulled the car keys from his pocket. He unlocked the doors, placed the bag in the backseat, and reached for the driver's side door.

"Stop," Peyton said as she stepped between Alan and the car.

His hands fell to his sides as she reached up to lift his chin force him to look into her eyes.

"Talk to me, Alan," she said. "Tell me what you're feeling."

He held her gaze for a few seconds, looked away, and replied, "I'm not sure I can really explain it. It's just...knowing that you're going to want me to...to do...to go down on..."

Peyton reached up, grabbed his chin with her fingers, and turned his head until he met her gaze once again. "I'm going to want you to suck Scott's cock for me, Alan," she said forcefully. "Just like you sucked his cock last weekend. I know for a fact that you enjoyed it last weekend, Alan. You enjoyed sucking Scott's dick with me and you enjoyed sucking his dick all on your own while he and I made out. I know you enjoyed fluffing him. I know you enjoyed being a good cuckold. I saw how hard your dick was while you gave a blowjob for me, while you were a good little cuckold cocksucker for your wife."

A touch of pain washed over his face and Peyton smiled. It wasn't that he dreaded having to suck cock for her. He was embarrassed that he'd enjoyed sucking cock for her.

Peyton leaned in, kissed his neck softly, and whispered, "I like that you were such an eager cocksucker for me, Alan. I like that you were a good little cuckold fluffer, that you couldn't wait to get on your knees and suck Scott's cock for me. I like that you understand your place, that you know what you're meant to do with this talented mouth of yours."

"Peyton...please," Alan said, though his voice lacked conviction.

She placed a hand on his chest, kissed his neck once more, and said, "This is where I've been leading you since the start, Alan. This is where you've let me take you, where you've wanted to go."

Peyton let her hand drift southwards, moving down his chest, over his stomach, and between his legs as she moaned and showered his neck in the kind of soft, seductive kisses that were usually reserved for the bedroom, not a shopping center parking lot.

"Peyton..."

The moment she discovered the stiffness between his legs, Alan moaned. "It's okay to be turned on by this, Alan," she said. "It's okay to have spent your week getting turned on at the thought of what you did last weekend. It's okay to close your eyes at night and picture yourself on your knees in front of a real man, in front of Scott, with his big dick in your mouth. It's okay to get turned on when you picture it, for your little cuckold cock to get hard as a rock when you think about blowing a real man for me."

"Peyton..." he repeated, though it wasn't at all clear what he was protesting, given that he kept on moaning and his dick seemed to get harder.

"Say it for me, Alan," Peyton said. "Say that you get turned on when you think about being a cuckold cocksucker for me. Tell me that it makes your dick hard to think about getting on your knees in front of the man that fucks me, that satisfies me with his big cock. Tell me that you love that I've cuckolded you, that I've turned you into my cum eating, cocksucking cuck. Tell me that you've started to crave the humiliation."

Peyton had never been so direct with him, and yet it had been clear all along that she was grooming Alan for this moment, that she was driving him to a place where he'd accept what he was, what he wanted to be, what he craved.

"I'm...I'm..."

Peyton grabbed Alan's cock, spun around until they’d switched places, and pushed his back hard against the car. She unzipped his pants, looked around to make sure they were alone, and reached inside. Her fingers found the stiff, veiny flesh of his cock and she stroked him in his underwear, eliciting a moan as Alan pressed his hands against the car.

"Tell me what you are, Alan," she said. "Tell me what you crave. Tell me right now or you've watched for the last time. Tell me what we both know is true or I'll simply carry on having an affair with Scott and you'll never hear about it."

"No, please, no," he replied. She'd found the thing he feared far more than the humiliation. He really was turned on by the changes she'd made in their marriage and the many humiliations she'd visited upon him.

"Then say it, Alan," she instructed. "Admit it. Admit that you've been turned on all week thinking about the things you did last weekend. Admit that it makes your little dick hard to think about me ordering you to your knees tonight so you can fluff Scott's big, beautiful dick before he fucks your wife, pumps his cum into her pussy, and makes you clean up every drop like a good cuck."

Peyton was just as turned on as Alan, if not more so. Of course she was. She got off on humiliating him. She got off on helping him embrace just how much he enjoyed being her cuckold. She got off on the control, the power, and the intense pleasure of being able to fuck a man like Scott while being married to a man like Alan.

"Peyton...I couldn't stop thinking about," Alan admitted as she stroked him in his pants. "It's so...it's embarrassing...but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I swear, every time I closed my eyes it was like I was back on my knees, like I was giving Scott a blowjob while you two were fooling around, like I was servicing him like little more than a...than a..."

"Than a cocksucker?" Peyton interrupted. "That's good, Alan. Because that's what you are when he's around. You're a cuckold. And a cocksucker. And a cum hungry slut. If I decide that you need to bend over, spread your ass cheeks, and get fucked, you'll be an anal slut, too. Do you understand?"

Alan looked fearful of surrendering to getting fucked, but he nodded.

Peyton smiled and kissed her husband as she freed his cock from his pants. It was stupid to do so in the parking lot, but she didn't care. She stroked him vigorously and then slowly sank to her knees and took him in her mouth. Alan looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head as she gave him a blowjob, but he deserved a little bit of pleasure after surrendering to her in the manner he'd done.

Peyton had no intention of letting him cum in her mouth - she wanted him nice and horny for that night - but she sucked right up until Alan reached the point of no return. She sucked hard, too, putting in just as much effort as she did with Scott. Right before it seemed that Alan was going to lose his load Peyton let him fall from her mouth, stood up, and kissed him as she tucked his cock back into his pants, zipped him up, and plucked the keys from his pocket.

"Time to go home, cuckold," she said.

He looked simultaneously exhilarated and exhausted, which made perfect sense given the rollercoaster ride Peyton had just taken him on. Peyton gave him one more kiss - this time with lots of tongue - and then Alan made his way to the passenger seat and they headed home to prepare for a night of pleasure with Scott.

"Are you making the bed?" Peyton asked with a smile as she stood in the bathroom doorway and watched Alan.

"I am," he replied before turning her way and ceasing all activity as he admired her body in the sheer bodysuit she'd just changed into. "Wow, Peyton...you look...you look incredible."

Alan hadn't seen that particular piece at Victoria's Secret - she wasn't going to step out of the fitting room in something so see through - and it was a delight to see the instant lust wash across his face as he stared at her.

"Uh, yes, I was making the bed so it looks nice for when...well, for when..."

"For when I lead Scott into our bedroom so he can fuck me in our bed while you watch?" Peyton asked.

Alan nodded and a bulge appeared in his pants. It seemed that the combination of her lingerie and the thought of another man - a superior man - fucking Peyton in their bed was enough to turn him on.

Peyton stepped into the bedroom and slowly sauntered towards her husband. "It's very nice of you to make the bed for us."

"I...I want to be a good cuckold tonight," he replied as his eyes wandered over her body. "Like you said in the parking lot, this is what I am, this is what I want to be. I've been in some form of denial about that and acting like I'm just sort of going along with what you want, but I want this, Peyton. I...it turns me on...it satisfies me...it really does."

Peyton stopped in front of Alan and reached out to loosen his belt, unbutton his pants, and gently tug on the zipper. "A cuckold should be naked while he serves his wife," she said softly. "He should be naked when her lover arrives. He should be willing to be vulnerable in that way, to show his status as the inferior man from the start of the evening."

Alan nodded and hastily stripped out of the rest of his clothes, leaving him naked and half hard in front of her. Peyton stroked his cock until he was stiff, gave Alan a soft kiss on the cheek, and said, "Finish making the bed, put your clothes away, and then join me in the living room. If you're lucky, I'll let you prepare my pussy with your tongue while I wait for Scott to arrive."

Peyton left the bedroom and smiled as she headed for the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. It seemed that she really had broken through to Alan in the parking lot, that she'd finally pushed him past the point of no return and that he'd actually accepted his place instead of feeling any shame about it.

With that same smile on her face, Peyton made her way to the couch, sat, and sipped her wine as her fingers drifted between her legs. She rubbed her pussy through the thin material of the bodysuit and felt the warmth of arousal spreading from her loins. There was still so much fun to be had with Alan, so many beautiful humiliations to visit upon him, and merely thinking of them was enough to make her tingle with anticipatory lust.

She knew Scott was on board for doing just about anything and there were pleasures Peyton could pursue without any help from her lover. She could have Alan fitted for a chastity device. She could take him to a visit with a beautiful dominatrix and witness the beauty of another woman humiliating and dominating him. She could find a man that Alan and Alan alone could pleasure, offering his increasingly experienced mouth to suck on a beautiful cock until he was rewarded with a thick load of cum. She could find a domme to fuck Alan with a strapon or take his ass herself. She could convince Scott to fuck him, or find another guy that would happily bend Alan over and take him from behind while Peyton watched.

It would take time to introduce Alan to those pleasures and many others, but Peyton was delighted that the Handbook, which had provided her with so many beautiful humiliation ideas, had been so effective in helping Alan explore the things that brought him a kind of pleasure he'd clearly never been willing to fully embrace before.

"Can I...can I help?" he asked.

Peyton looked up to see Alan standing at the edge of the living room with an erection. She'd gotten lost in her fantasies of humiliation and domination and hadn't even noticed him enter.

"Of course you can," she replied. "Come, kneel between my legs, right where a cuckold belongs."

Alan rushed towards her with his stiff dick bouncing a little with each step and dropped to his knees between her legs. Peyton slowly pulled aside the delicate, sheer material covering her pussy, put a hand on the back of Alan's head, and pulled him closer.

"Worship my pussy, Alan," she said softly. "Don't spend too much time on my clit, though. It's not your job to make me cum. That pleasure belongs to Scott, whose big cock will spend a great deal of time in my pussy tonight."

Alan did as instructed and Peyton sipped her wine before leaning back, closing her eyes, and smiling as he worked to ensure she was soaking wet before Scott's cock entered her.

"Would you like to know what I was thinking about as I masturbated?" she asked.

"Yes, please," Alan replied.

Peyton smiled. "I was thinking about you, Alan." He looked up at her without taking a break from licking her pussy and she grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulled hard enough to make him wince just a bit, and relaxed her grip. "I was thinking of the fun we're going to have going forward, of the many pleasures - though you might call them humiliations - I'm going to show you."

"They're pleasures," Alan said.

Peyton knew he wouldn't necessarily think so as she took him deeper down the path of cuckoldry, but that wasn't important in the moment. "Tonight you'll suck cock for me, Alan. You'll prove that you're an eager cocksucking cuckold, that you understand that your humiliation at having a bigger, better dick in your mouth is part of the pleasure of being a cuckold. I think I'll have you suck on Scott's balls while I ride him, too. I think I'll have you bathe his big, beautiful balls with that talented mouth of yours to show him that you know your place, that you understand that you couldn't hope to fuck me like he does, that all you can hope to do is serve us both like a good cuckold."

Alan plunged his tongue deeper into her pussy and rubbed his nose over her clit, generating a blissful tingle as Peyton felt the excitement surge through her body.

"I was thinking of bringing you to a professional dominatrix," she said while running her fingers through his hair. "I think it might be fun to watch a skilled practitioner of the dominant arts guide you to a place of submission and humiliation. I was thinking I'd get her recommendation for a chastity cage so I can keep your little dick locked up tight, just so you don't get any ideas about masturbating without my permission."

Alan kissed and sucked on her labia, moving from one to the other while doing his best to maintain eye contact. Peyton saw no fear in his eyes, confirming that he'd made a breakthrough in his submission.

"I was thinking, sometime in the future, that I want to watch you get fucked, Alan," she said while once again taking a tight grip on his hair. "Perhaps I'll be kind and let you get fucked by a dominatrix wearing a strapon first, but I can already tell that I'm not going to be fully satisfied until I watch a man fuck you, Alan. It's the ultimate humiliation for a cuckold. With any luck, Scott will be willing to do the job, as I can't imagine anything hotter than watching you get pounded by the man that took your place."

Peyton pulled back on his hair, depriving him of her pussy as she leaned forward. She glanced between Alan's legs to see that his dick was still hard and she took note of the shiny drop of precum resting at the tip.

"Will you do that for me, Alan?" she asked. "Will you embrace the humiliation of getting fucked by the man that satisfies your wife?"

He looked nervous, but of course he did. He'd had to let go of whatever remained of his manhood if he let Scott fuck him. "Yes, I will," he said.

Peyton leaned down and kissed him with intense passion, driving her tongue into his mouth as she worked his cock with her toes, eliciting a moan into her mouth and offering one of her own as Alan proved himself willing to do whatever it took to satisfy her.

She sat back again, spread her legs, and pulled his head between them. Alan's tongue slipped into her pussy and Peyton sipped her wine, savored the sweet taste, and then closed her eyes and sat back.

She smiled as visions of future kinky adventures with Alan filled her head. The Handbook had led her this far, and now Peyton was ready to go off on her own adventure, charting a path of increasingly wild pleasure with her willing, eager cuckold husband anyone else that wanted to help them along the way. The future looked bright.

The End.