Consulting the Cuckold Humiliation Handbook - Part 17

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Peyton was on her knees in the living room. She wore a delicate, sheer black bra and panty set. Scott was sitting on the couch. His dick was hard as a rock and slick with Peyton's saliva, as she'd been blowing him rather vigorously.

"It looks like your husband is home," Scott said as he looked out the front window.

Peyton turned and saw Alan's car pull into the driveway. She smiled as her fingers moved up and down Scott's slick shaft. Alan had no idea she'd invited her lover over. He had no idea he'd be walking in on his cuckolding in progress.

Peyton looked back at Scott, who had a smile on his face, and with good reason. He was in the enviable position of being the man that Peyton wanted to pleasure more than any other, and his evening was guaranteed to include at least one orgasm. If Peyton had her way, it would include at least two.

"When he comes in, instruct Alan to get naked and join me on my knees," Peyton said.

Scott nodded as she took him in her mouth once more. The head of his cock was wondrously plump and thick and the shaft flesh astoundingly stiff as Peyton stroked him slowly while offering a sensual blowjob, luring Scott just a little deeper into what she hoped was a deep state of desire.

The front door opened and Peyton did her best to make sure the blowjob was quiet. She wanted Alan to see her sucking cock before he heard it. His footsteps neared the living room and abruptly stopped. Peyton thought she heard a groan, but she wasn't about to look up from the task at hand. She wanted her husband to be awed by the sight of his wife's head bobbing up and down in another man's lap.

"Welcome home, Alan," Scott said as he put a hand on the back of Peyton's head. "Your lovely wife would like you to get naked and join her on your knees."

Peyton heard Alan's keys fall to the floor. She imagined him being so eager to strip that he didn't bother putting them in his pocket. The sound of him shucking his clothes from his body followed and soon enough Alan was on his knees next to his lovely wife. Peyton took Scott's cock as deep into her throat as she could manage, held it there for a few moments while playing with his balls, and then pulled back, kissed the head, and turned to her husband.

"Did you have a good day, Alan?" she asked.

He nodded while staring at her lips, which were slippery with saliva.

"Was it a nice surprise to see me sucking Scott's big, beautiful cock when you came through the door?" Peyton asked.

"Yes," Alan answered.

Peyton smiled and leaned closer. "Tell me, cuckold, what was your first though when you saw me blowing him? What came to mind?"

"I...I thought about joining you," he said.

Peyton stroked Scott's cock slowly and asked, "Joining me in sucking on this big, beautiful cock? Sucking the cock that fucks your wife so much better than your little dick ever has? Is that what you were thinking about, Alan?"

He nodded and Peyton glanced between his legs to see that Alan's cock was growing in the most delightful way.

"Are you getting hard at the thought of sucking a superior man's cock with your wife, cuckold?" she asked.

"Yes," he admitted as his dick continued to grow.

Peyton reached between his legs, took his shaft in her hand, and stroked him slowly. Arousal washed over his face and Peyton smiled, for she had her husband right where she wanted him. "Tell me that you want to be a cocksucking cuckold for me," she said.

"I want to be a cocksucking cuckold for you," Alan repeated.

Peyton leaned in and rewarded her husband with a deeply passionate kiss. She offered him her tongue - and a taste of Scott's cock - and he took it without hesitation. When she left her tongue in his mouth Alan sucked on it, just like Peyton wanted him to. He sucked because she'd turned him into a cuckold cocksucker, because she'd pushed him so deep into the beautiful humiliation of being a man that can't fuck his wife properly that he was now eager to use his mouth however she desired.

"Scott, will you stand up for us," Peyton said.

Scott happily stood and smiled down at the couple.

"Let's make him cum together," she said to her husband. "Let's give his big, beautiful cock the pleasure it deserves."

Alan crawled closer and Peyton put a hand on the back of his head to urge him towards her lover's cock.

"Take him in your mouth, cocksucker," she whispered.

Alan did so without hesitation. Giving a blowjob the week before had clearly torn down any hesitation he had over being the bisexual cuckold slut she needed him to be. He sucked dick ravenously, and while he wasn't nearly as skilled as Peyton, he was enormously enthusiastic.

"Look at you go," she said softly. "You filthy fucking cocksucker. Look at you sucking on that big, beautiful dick. Look at you working had to make him feel good. I want a turn, though. You can suck on his big balls."

Alan followed her instructions and took Scott's big balls into his mouth as Peyton stroked her lover's cock. She looked up at him and saw a pure, perfect kind of lust on Scott's face. Of course he was turned on. He was getting his cock and balls sucked by a couple.

"Does my husband's mouth feel good on your balls?" she asked.

"It does," Scott answered. "He's sucking like a good little bitch."

"That makes me happy," Peyton replied softly. "I like being married to a little cuckold bitch, a cocksucker, a ball worshiper, a man that understands his place."

Peyton took Scott's cock into her mouth. She sucked hard while maintaining eye contact and expressing her intense lust for making him feel good. She played with Alan's cock, too, teasing him relentlessly and ensuring he stayed in a place of wild desire, which would ensure that he was pliable and ready to do whatever she demanded.

"Join me," Peyton said. "Worship his cock with me."

Alan popped up and they each took a side of his cock. They licked and sucked and kissed over the head. They truly worshiped Scott together, showing him the kind of affection any man would find thrilling.

"Look up at him, cuckold," Peyton instructed. "Maintain eye contact when you're worshiping a real man's cock. Show him that you understand your place, that you're inferior to him when it comes to pleasuring your wife."

Alan looked up at Scott and moaned. Peyton liked the idea that her husband was turned on at having to admit that he was an inferior man, that it was his place to be on his knees sucking dick with his wife.

"I'm close," Scott said.

Peyton reached up and wrapped her fingers around Scott's cock. "I'm going to make him cum on your face, cuckold," she explained. "I want you to feel his hot, thick cum spraying across your skin. I want you to take every bit of his huge load on your face so you understand just how inferior you are as my small-dicked cuckold husband."

Alan looked up at Scott as Peyton stroked her lover's cock, concentrating her efforts on pleasuring the tip and extracting a massive load that would soon decorate her husband's face.

"Beg him to cum on your face, cuckold," she said. "Beg him to blow his load all over you."

Alan hesitated, but only for a second. Any resistance to the humiliation Peyton wanted him to feel had clearly washed away. "Please, cum on my face," he said. "Please, put me in my place. Cum on my face!"

Scott smiled and Peyton felt his cock swell up in her hand. His balls tightened and then leapt in their sack as the first rope of cum launched from the tip of his cock and landed across Alan's face. Peyton moaned - the sight of her husband taking a facial turned out to be far more erotic than she imagined - and continued to stroke her lover all the way through his orgasm. She watched each beautiful rope of cum land on Alan, painting his face in a rather remarkable way. It seemed that the long blowjob Peyton had offered built up quite a nice load for Scott, and now Alan was wearing all of it.

"Mmm, you look so good covered in his cum, cuckold," Peyton said as she released Scott's cock. He sat on the couch and Peyton turned her husband – who’d closed his eyes during the facial –  so he was facing her. "How does it feel to have taken a facial from a real man?"

"Good," Alan answered. Peyton took his cock - which was still rock hard - in her hand and stroked him slowly. "It's...it's humiliating...but that's...I don't...it's good."

"Is that because you like being humiliated Alan? Do you like being reminded that you're just a fucking cuckold and Scott is a real man? Do you like feeling his hot cum slowly dripping down your face?" Peyton asked.

"Yes...fuck...Peyton...yes," he answered. His cock felt exceptionally stiff in her hand and Peyton was fairly certain her husband was on the verge of an orgasm. She wasn't done yet, though, so his climax would have to wait.

Peyton loosened her grip and stroked him slowly as she reached up and ran a finger through one of the streaks of cum across her husband's face. "Open up," she said.

Alan parted his lips and Peyton pushed her cum-covered finger into his mouth. He sucked it clean like she wanted him to. He sucked it clean without hesitation and he moaned while doing it. His cock surged in her hand. He clearly enjoyed himself.

Overcome by a naughty kind of desire, Peyton leaned forward and licked some of Scott's cum from her husband's face. She gathered it on her tongue and held it in her mouth. She kissed her husband. She pushed her tongue into his mouth. She shared her lover's cum with him. Her tongue moved swiftly, too. She wanted to make it sloppy, to lose herself in that wild, wondrous sense of bliss that enveloped her as Alan welcomed her lover's cum into his mouth.

"Do you want more?" she asked.

Alan nodded. His eyes were closed - he had cum on his eyelids - but he looked excited. His dick was still stiff and there was precum dripping from the tip. He wanted more.

Peyton licked and sucked more of the cum from her husband's face. She shared it with him. The kisses were exceedingly sloppy, but that only served to turn her on, so she made them sloppier. Arousal coursed through her body as Alan welcomed her tongue into his mouth over and over, taking the cum she wanted to feed him and swallowing like a good cuckold.

"You can open your eyes," Peyton said when she'd licked every last drop of cum from her husband's face.

Alan opened his eyes and smiled at her. She stroked his cock a little faster and he moaned. He was so close to cumming, and yet Peyton was the one in control, a notion that made her very happy.

"How does it feel to have taken a facial?" she asked.

"Incredible," he replied.

"Scott's going to stick around a little longer," Peyton informed him. "I need to get fucked, and I think we both know that this pathetic dick of yours can't possibly make me cum."

"I know," Alan said. "What can I do to help?"

Peyton leaned in and softly kissed him on the lips. "You're such a good cuckold," she said. "I'd like a drink, and I imagine Scott would too. So why don't you go to the kitchen and make us cocktails."

She released his cock and Alan stood and headed for the kitchen.

"Oh, and sweetie, don't clean your face. I know it's probably sticky with the residue of Scott's cum and it might feel uncomfortable, but I don't want you to clean it. I want you to stay sticky and messy. You haven't finished serving, either, so there's no particular point in you cleaning up," she instructed.

"Of course," Alan said. "I'll be right back."

Peyton smiled at her husband's eagerness to obey and joined Scott on the couch. She wiped the remnants of cum from her lips and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for being so willing to play with my husband," she said while taking his balls in her hand. "I can't tell you how much it turns me on to humiliate him."

"You're not the only one that enjoys it," Scott replied. "In fact, I think all three of us like it."

"I think you're right," Peyton replied with a smile.

Scott turned his body towards Peyton and reached between her legs. He kissed her neck as his fingers slipped into her panties and between her pussy lips. He found her wetness and she moaned as he quickly moved to playing with her clit.

"How badly do you need to get fucked?" Scott asked.

"I'm desperate," she answered as lust spread from her loins. "Will you fuck me, Scott? Will you fuck me while my cuckold watches?"

Scott pulled his fingers from her panties and held them up for a moment before Peyton leaned forward and took them in her mouth. "I'll fuck you," he said softly. "I'll fuck you while your cuckold watches. I'll show him - once again - what it looks like when his wife gets what she needs from a man."

Peyton saw Alan approach with a drink in each hand. She sucked harder on Scott's fingers, taking them deeper into her mouth as Alan set the drinks on the coffee table and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you, cuckold," Scott said. "Now, as you can see, your wife is quite desperate to get fucked. My cock's not hard yet, though. It needs a little time to recover, but you can speed that up if you'd like. How would you feel about doing that?"

"It would be my pleasure," Alan said.

"Good. Then get on your knees, crawl over here, and suck my dick like a good cuckold," Scott instructed.

Alan looked at Peyton and fell to his knees. Scott pulled his fingers from her mouth and she said, "That's a good boy, Alan. This is what a cuckold does. He sucks dick for his wife. He sucks balls. He fluffs for as long as is necessary. He does everything in his power to make sure the real man in his wife's life is ready to fuck her. So get to work. Suck Scott's beautiful cock while he and I enjoy the drinks you made. And don't fucking stop until he's rock hard in your mouth."

Alan went to work as Peyton grabbed their drinks from the table and handed one to Scott. They toasted and sipped while the sounds of a blowjob emanated from between Scott's legs. It would be a while before Scott could get hard, but Peyton liked that, because it would only deepen her husband's humiliation to be sucking on a flaccid cock with such lust, and the more humiliation Alan experienced, the more arousal coursed through Peyton's body.

"How about we watch a little TV while he's busy sucking your cock?" Peyton asked.

"That sounds great," Scott replied.

She grabbed the remote, found something to watch, and cuddled up with her lover while Alan worked hard as a cuckold cocksucker. Scott's fingers found their way between her legs and he gently rubbed her pussy through her panties, keeping her in a state of lust that he would no doubt satisfy before the night was over. Peyton was happy to wait for that, though, as she there was so much more humiliation for Alan to enjoy before she claimed her satisfaction.