Playing with Fire - Part 6

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"You look beautiful," you say as your wife emerges from the bedroom in a red dress and black heels.

She offers a surprisingly seductive smile - almost as if you're the one she's going on a date with - and approaches to give you a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she says. "Did you get the condoms?"

You turn and grab the box of condoms from the kitchen table. Your wife slips it into her purse and you say, "I hope you get to use more than one of those tonight."

"We used three last time," she says. "With any luck we'll use more this time."

The thought of your wife enjoying that much sex - and exceptionally good sex, at that - with another man is enough to make your cock stir to life.

She reaches out and caresses the bulge in your jeans. "You like that the sex was so good with him that I let him have me three times, don't you?"

You nod and she grips your cock and strokes your with a little more vigor. "Honestly, I love it. I just...I love that you have such good sex with other men, that you have...that it's better...better sex than you have with me."

There was a time when that admission would have made your wife frown. That's changed, though. Emily pushed you to share your true feelings - some of them, at least - with your wife and she's embraced your needs, at least to a certain extent.

"Do you think he'd enjoy hearing that?" she asks. "That he fucks me better than my husband does?"

You nod. You don't know the man she's fucking tonight - you've never met him - but you're fairly certain he would love to hear that he fucks your wife better than the man she's married to. "I think that would turn him on," you say. "I don't know for sure, I guess, but I think he'd like to know that he was superior to your husband, at least in terms of how hard he makes you cum."

Your wife steps closer and leans in. She kisses you softly and her tongue briefly dances with yours before she says, "Maybe I'll tell him, then. Maybe I'll tell him that I thought of him the last time I let my husband's cock inside me. Maybe I'll tell him that I wished he was the one fucking me, that my husband couldn't even make me cum with his cock, that he had to use his fingers to get me off because I'm used to having far better sex with men outside my marriage."

She gives you another kiss, releases your cock, and steps away. She grabs the car keys and heads for the door. Your wife blows you a kiss before walking out, leaving you with a painful erection and a wealth of desire coursing through your body.

You pull your phone out and send Emily a text, letting her know that your wife has left for her date, just as she requested.

"I'm coming by, but I'm not coming inside tonight," she replies. "I want you outside and waiting for me when I arrive. I'll be there in ten minutes."

It feels risky to leave the house, but you know it's not really any riskier than inviting Emily inside. You grab your wallet and keys, lock up the house, and head outside to wait at the curb for the young lady that has humiliated you - much to your delight - on a handful of occasions. In doing so, she's provided you with a particularly intense kind of pleasure, one that you can't help but want more of. That's why you're standing on the curb waiting for a girl you don't know all that well to arrive. That's why your heart is pounding with excitement. That's why you can't wait to see what's going to happen.

A car pulls up to the curb and Emily gets out. She's in a short, pleated skirt and a cropped t-shirt. As she approaches, her breasts bounce in a manner that makes it fairly obvious she's not wearing a bra. She looks exquisite and you can't help but feel a touch of desire, though you know Emily would never let your cock come anywhere near her.

"Did she make you buy condoms, cuck?" Emily asks as you do your best not to stare at her breasts.

"Yes," you answer with a nod.

"You must be excited that your wife is going to spend the night with another man's cock hammering her cunt," she says.

"I am," you reply.

Emily smiles and reaches up to playfully run her fingers over your chest. "And you must be extra excited that she's started to give you a little of what you crave. How did it feel when she told you that you're not nearly as good as the other men she fucks?"

Your cock twitches at the memory of it. "It felt incredible," you say. "Thank you, Emily."

She smiles sweetly. "For what, cuck?"

"For encouraging me," you answer. "You're the reason my wife is willing to say anything like that to me. You're the reason I had the courage to ask for what I needed, to make it clear that I needed more."

"Do you worry that your wife is going to think you're pathetic?" Emily asks with a slight edge to her voice. "That she's going to wonder why she's married to a man that gets off on being told he's not good enough? Do you worry that she's going to decide that she doesn't want to be married to a pathetic fucking cuck that can't satisfy her with his cock and that cums like a teenager when she tells him he's too worthless to satisfy her sexual desires?"

You do worry about that, but in the moment you're struggling to think about anything other than the pleasure Emily's words have offered you. Your cock is half hard, which feels risky while you're standing on the sidewalk, but you can't help it. You love being told that you're a pathetic fucking cuck, especially by a beautiful woman, and you can't help but get turned on when you consider that you're incapable of satisfying your wife.

"I'll bet you could cum right here on the sidewalk if I told you to take your cock out and masturbate," Emily says. "I'll bet I could whisper in your ear about how worthless your little dick is and how you couldn't satisfy your wife if your life depended on it, and I'll bet that would make you spill your load all over the sidewalk."

You're not entirely sure she's wrong, but you don't say a word.

"I'd make you lick up your cum if you did that," she says with a smile. "I'm make you get on your knees like the filthy fucking cuck that you are and I'd make you lick up every drop off the disgusting sidewalk, and I think we both know you'd do it, wouldn't you?"

You stare at the sidewalk and nod while some part of you hopes that Emily will actually demand that you masturbate and cum right in front of her.

She leans in close enough that you can feel her breath on your neck and says, "Pathetic...just the way I like you." She moves towards the car and opens the back door before saying, "While I would enjoy making you lick your cum off the sidewalk like some nasty little slut, we have somewhere to be. You're driving."

You rush towards the driver's side and get behind the wheel.

"Head down the street and take your first left," Emily instructs.

You do as you're told, following Emily's continued directions until you pull up in front of an apartment building. She doesn't tell you why you're there and you know it's not your place to ask. Instead, you put the car in park and wait.

"What do you think your wife is doing right now, cuck?" Emily asks from the backseat. "Do you think her pretty lips are wrapped around her date's big cock? Do you think she's in his bed with her legs spread so she can take his fat dick in her tight little cunt?"

"They're probably having drinks and fooling around," you say. "I know she likes giving him head, though, so I'm sure it won't be long before she has him in her mouth."

"Does your wife like sucking your cock, cuck?" Emily asks.

"No," you say. "It's not her favorite thing."

You hear laughter from the backseat. "No, I can't imagine it is. Women don't really like sucking worthless little dicks. We like giving head to real men, men that can fuck us like we need to be fucked, men that can actually make us cum the way we deserve to cum. You're not a man like that, are you cuck?"

"No," you admit.

A guy comes out of the apartment building and heads towards the car. He comes around to the driver's side and gets in the backseat. Without saying a word he slides towards Emily and they share a remarkably passionate kiss. You watch as his hand moves under her skirt so his fingers can slip into her pussy, which is quite clearly soaked with desire.

"Drive us to the park, cuck," Emily instructs.

The guy turns and looks at you. He smiles and fingers Emily's pussy skillfully, at least based on the way she moans. "What are you waiting for, cuck?" he says. "Drive the fucking car."

Emily laughs as you put the car in drive and head towards the park. They spend the entire drive fooling around in the backseat and you listen to the kissing, moaning, fingering, and even a little bit of cock stroking after Emily frees him from his pants.

You arrive at your destination and Emily directs you to an out-of-the-way spot to park the car. She and her date continue to fool around in the backseat as you turn to watch. You see her fingers moving up and down his thick shaft. You see him playing with her pussy - and you hear her wetness - and you witness the intense passion of their kissing. They're clearly into each other and you suspect you've fucked before. There's even a chance you've eaten his cum out of her pussy, that he was the one she fucked before calling you to her apartment to clean her.

"The cuck's wife doesn't let him watch a real man fuck her," Emily says. "Isn't that a shame?"

"It is," her date responds as he turns to look at you. "Assuming that's something you'd enjoy, cuck. Is it? Would you like to watch as a real man fucks your wife?"

You nod at both of them. That's what you crave more than almost anything.

"C'mon," Emily says as she opens the door, takes her date's hand, and leads him out of the car. "You stay there, cuck."

You watch as Emily leads him in front of the car. They kiss as she strokes his cock. The headlights illuminate everything. You can see the veins running down his shaft and the plumpness of the head. You can even see the way the precum at the tip glistens in the light.

Emily drops to her knees in front of him. She turns and looks at you as her fingers move up and down his thick shaft. She smiles, turns back to him, and takes his big cock in her mouth. You lean closer and watch as she gives a beautiful blowjob. You think of your wife and wonder if she's doing the same thing right now with her date. You imagine her on her knees for him, offering the pleasure of her mouth because she wants to make him feel good, and to arouse him so he'll fuck her.

Emily's cocksucking leaves his shaft slippery with spit as she stands up. He lifts her skirt and slips his fingers into her pussy. You watch him enter her and look up to see her lips parted for what must be a beautiful moan.

He directs Emily to the hood of the car and bends her over. She looks at you and smiles as he flips her skirt up and slides his cock into her. She closes her eyes and moans as he grabs her hips and fucks her. She lifts her shirt over her tits and you watch them bounce with every thrust. You see him spank her ass a few times and you see her cry out, though her face wears a look of the purest pleasure, making it perfectly clear she's enjoying herself.

Your dick is hard as a rock as you watch Emily get fucked from behind. You wonder if your wife has ever been fucked over the hood of a car. You know she's been taken from behind in another man's bed. You're almost certain she's been spanked like he keeps spanking Emily while pounding her pussy.

He pulls out. Emily stands up and beckons for you to get out of the car. You do as you're told. You join her in front of the car.

"Look at the cute little bulge," she says. "Is your worthless cuckold cock hard?"

"Yes," you admit.

"Is that because you watched a real man fuck me, cuck?" Emily asks.

"Yes," you say. "It was...it was beautiful."

"Take your pants off," she instructs.

You're nervous about stripping in the park, but you do as you're told. Emily and her date laugh as they see your stiff little cock spring free from your underwear.

"Stand next to him," she says.

You move to next to him and Emily steps closer and takes his cock in her hand. Then she reaches out and her fingers encircle your shaft. She doesn't stroke you, but it feels intensely pleasurable.

"Look at the difference," she says. "I can't fit my fingers around his beautiful cock, but I have no trouble getting all the way around yours, cuck. No wonder you can't fuck your wife the way she deserves to be fucked. No wonder she cuckolds you. No wonder she has a roster of guys that she offers her cunt to. You're lucky you were eager to let her fuck other men, because she absolutely would have started cheating on you. No woman in the world could possibly be satisfied by this pathetic excuse for a dick."

If she were to stroke you even a little, there's a very good chance you'd cum. She doesn't, though. Instead, she releases your dick and strokes his.

"Do you want to taste my pussy, cuck?" Emily asks.

"Yes, please," you answer.

She slips three fingers into her pussy, but instead of letting you lick them clean she rubs the juices all over his cock. "Go ahead," she says.

You look at his thick, throbbing dick and then back at Emily. "What...I don't...I don't understand."

"Sure you do," she replies. "My pussy juices are on his cock. You can taste me by licking my juices off his beautiful dick, and that's what I just told you to do, cuck. What are you waiting for?"

"I...I can't...I can't do that," you say as Emily once again fingers her slippery pussy and rubs the juices over the head of his cock.

"You're a fucking cuckold," Emily replies sharply. "You're a little bitch. A toy to be used for my amusement. If I want you to take his fucking cock in your mouth to suck my juices off of it, you need to do it. And let's not pretend that it doesn't excite you. I think we both know that you'll stroke that worthless little dick of yours and cum while you think about the humiliation of having sucked a real man's cock. I think we both know you're turned on just thinking about it, cuck. I think you should stop being such a fucking coward and get on your knees for me."

You stare at his cock, but you don't fall to your knees. Not until Emily reaches out, grabs a handful of your hair, and pushes you down. He turns towards you and Emily grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip over your lips, spreading precum on them.

"You've already eaten his cum, cuck," she says. "You ate it out of me like a filthy fucking slut. You devoured it. You showed me exactly how pathetic you are. Now open your mouth and suck his dick. Suck my pussy juices off of it. Show me that you're a cock whore along with being a cum slut."

The idea of giving a blowjob is terrifying, but it's equally arousing. You can feel your balls tingling with desire. You know your cock is hard as a rock. You want to suck his cock. You want to do it for Emily. You want to feel the humiliation of surrendering to that, of taking him in your mouth, of blowing a superior man in front of Emily.

So you do it. You take him in your mouth. You suck his cock. Humiliation courses through your body. Your dick throbs. Your balls tingle. You've never felt this kind of arousal. It makes you moan and you realize that you're doing so with a dick in your mouth, which only serves to deepen your humiliation.

"That's it, you fucking cock whore," Emily says as she grabs a handful of your hair and moves your head back and forth, directing you like you're little more than a cocksucking puppet to be used for her pleasure. "Suck his dick. Taste my pussy on it. Show me that you know what a pathetic little beta cuck bitch you are."

You give Emily what she wants. You suck cock for her. You bathe in the humiliation of it. You embrace the pleasure that comes with it. You explore an entirely new kind of pleasure related to your cuckolding.

"Cum in his mouth," Emily says. "Make him take your load straight from the source. Give this cuckold cum slut what he craves."

She tightens her grip and directs your mouth to move faster on his cock. You feel the head swell up. You know you're about to receive another man's load on your tongue. You know another man is about to empty his balls into your mouth. Your body hums with arousal and humiliation. You're both turned on and terrified at what's about to happen.

"Oh, fuck," he says. "Here it comes."

He grunts and groans as his cock head swells up even further. He cums in your mouth. The taste is familiar, but far more potent directly from the source. You keep your lips sealed around the head and take everything he has to offer.

After finishing in your mouth he pulls out and Emily rubs the head of his cock over your face, leaving a thin trail of cum and saliva on your skin. Emily leans in to give him a kiss and asks, "Did the cuck make you feel good? Is he a natural born cocksucker?"

"He is," he answers. "That was a damn good orgasm."

Emily pulls hard on your hair and you look up at her to see a devilish smile on her face. "Swallow his load and then thank him for cumming in your mouth."

You swallow. His cum burns going down, but there's something intoxicating about the humiliation of it. "Thank...thank you for cumming in my mouth," you say.

"You're welcome, cuck," he replies.

They both laugh at you while your little dick throbs with desire. Emily releases your hair and hops on the hood of the car. She spreads her legs and you gaze at her perfect pussy.

"Eat me, cuck," she says. "Make me cum."

You crawl towards her and take your place between her legs. You eat her pussy and she leans back and moans.

"I'll bet your wife is getting fucked right now, cuck," she says. "I'll bet her tight little cunt is getting pounded good and hard. I'll bet she's not even thinking about you. Why would she? Why would she give even a moment's thought to her worthless cuck of a husband while she's got a real man's dick buried inside her."

You moan into Emily's pussy and she grabs your hair, pulls your head away from her slippery cunt, and sits up to look down at you.

"Do you think your wife will let you fuck her tonight, cuck?" she asks.

"Maybe," you answer.

She smiles. "If she does, I want you to clean your load out of her when you're done. She won't want you to, of course, but you need to convince her to let you. You need to tell her that it would turn you on, that you'd love the pleasure of putting your tongue in her cum-filled pussy and licking up your mess. You need to show her that you're a fucking cum slut. Do you understand?"

"Yes," you say.

You're not sure your wife will let you do that, but you're going to try. You want to do as Emily desires, and you want your wife to know the depths of your kink. The only question is how to convince her to let you between her legs after you've cum. You'll find a way, though.