The Destruction of a Cuckold - Part 10

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The concrete of the pool deck was a little uncomfortable on Caleb's knees, but he wasn't about to complain to his wife. He knew that wasn't his place, that it might annoy her to hear that he didn't entirely enjoy the opportunity to rub her feet, an opportunity she'd offered him as she relaxed in the sun and sipped a cocktail he'd made.

"Would you like a towel?" Grace asked.

"Sorry?" he replied.

She lifted her sunglasses and smiled. "For your knees, Caleb. I can see the discomfort on your face. So, would you like a towel to rest your knees on while you rub my feet?"

Caleb smiled and nodded, the same as he did every time Grace demonstrated that she still cared for him despite the overwhelming changes in their relationship. "Thank you," he said as she handed him a towel. Caleb slipped it under his knees and resumed rubbing her soft, beautiful feet.

Grace sipped her cocktail and gently rested the cool glass on her stomach as she studied him. "I never imagined this was how things would turn out, you know."

"I know," Caleb replied. "I didn't either."

She wiggled her toes a little and said, "I thought I'd have fun. I thought I'd have great sex. I thought you'd have fun, too. It was obvious you were really into your fantasy, that it really turned you on. I didn't understand just how much it turned you on, though, and where that arousal would lead you. I didn't understand how it would change the way I look at you. I couldn't have known."

Caleb felt bad, like his fantasy had blown up their marriage in a way that wasn't particularly good. "I'm sorry."

Grace lifted her glass - leaving a small ring of condensation on her taut, tanned stomach - and took a sip before saying, "No apologies necessary, Caleb. I'm happier now than I've ever been. My husband is a happy cuckold who serves my every need. I'm relaxing poolside on a Friday afternoon, drinking a cocktail and getting a foot massage from a man who's happily turned himself into a servant for me and my boyfriend." She took another sip of her drink and set it on her stomach once more. "And, I'm in love."

Caleb's eyebrows shot up and he stopped rubbing her foot. He knew she wasn't talking about being in love with him. She couldn't have been. She must have been talking about Bryan. "With...with your boyfriend?"

"Of course," Grace said. "I love you, Caleb, but in a different way than I used to. I feel a passionate, romantic kind of love for Bryan. And he feels it for me. I love him in a way I've never loved a man before, in fact."

Caleb wasn't sure if his wife intended on causing him pain - probably not - but he felt it. He felt arousal, too. He felt his cock try and grow in its chastity cage. He felt the pain of it being defeated in that quest to grow.

"Why don't you suck on my toes, Caleb?" Grace suggested.

He didn't hesitate. He leaned forward, took her big toe in his mouth, and sucked on it while looking up at his wife and cuckoldress. He swirled his tongue around the surprisingly smooth, soft flesh and Grace smiled and let out a lovely moan.

"That's the main reason you never need to apologize for the way you are," Grace said. "Because of your desires - extreme as they may be - I found the man I was truly meant to be with. I found a man that makes me feel a kind of love I didn't know I could feel. I found a man that occupies my thoughts night and day, that I desire in ways I've never desired anyone or anything. I found a perfect man, Caleb, all because you were desperate for your wife to fuck someone else."

Caleb took another toe in his mouth and sucked with great vigor, very much like he was giving head to Grace's boyfriend.

"Now my life is what I want it to be," Grace continued. "It's what I've always needed it to be, though I confess I didn't entirely know what I needed. Now I do, though. I understand what I need. I understand that I need you, Caleb. I want you in my life. I want a good cuckold to do my bidding. I want a pantied, chastised cuckold that will do chores around the house, rub my feet, cook for us, fluff my boyfriend's cock, clean my pussy and his cock, and so much more. I want you, Caleb, just not in the way I used to want you."

Caleb let her toes fall from his mouth, sat up, and said, "Thank you, Grace. You're so much more than I deserve."

"Yes, I am," Grace replied. "You're lucky, Caleb. Most women would have kicked you out long ago. Most women wouldn't ever want to see you again, given what you've revealed yourself to be. I'm not most women, though. I see the value in a man like you. I see the upside in having you around to serve Bryan and me. I see the absolute joy in having a good little cuckold that will spend his afternoon serving my needs above his own."

"You're the most important person in the world to me," Caleb said.

Grace smiled and reached down to gently pull aside her bikini bottoms, exposing her recently trimmed pussy. Her labia looked plump with desire and as she spread her legs Caleb could see the wetness inside her. "Would you like a taste, cuckold?" she asked.

"More than anything," Caleb answered with a vigorous nod.

Grace beckoned him closer. "Crawl between my legs."

Caleb did as instructed and Grace slipped two fingers between her plump lips and into the wetness of her cunt. She held them there for a few moments and then slowly rubbed the wetness over Caleb's lips. "Lick your lips clean," she said softly.

Caleb ran his tongue over his lips, tasting his wife's sweet juices as his cock throbbed in its cage.

"Do I taste good?" she asked.

"You taste incredible," he answered.

Grace smiled. "Do you miss being able to fuck me, Caleb?"

"Yes," he admitted. "I know I don't deserve to fuck you. I know I'm not worthy of that, but I still miss it. I miss how good it felt. I miss how close I felt to you when I was inside you."

"You're right that you don't deserve it," Grace said as she slipped two fingers into her pussy once more. "And you won't ever fuck me again, just to be clear. I like that you miss it, though. I like that you still want it, even though you know you can't have it. Do you feel jealous when you watch Bryan fuck me?"

"Yes," Caleb answered.

"Mmm, I like that too," Grace said with a smile. "My good little cuckold, resting on his knees and wishing that he was the one in his wife's pussy while knowing that he doesn't deserve to be the one to fuck her, that he isn't even remotely worthy of it. You know that's true, don't you Caleb? You know that you don't deserve my pussy, right?"

"Yes," Caleb said as he watched Grace's fingers slide in and out of her pussy. "I know I'm not worthy of it. I do, Grace. I know I'm not worthy of you. That's why I'm so grateful that you've let me stay even though you're in love with Bryan."

"I am in love with him," Grace said. "I'm getting a little desperate to see him right now, in fact. It's nice to tease you, to play with you, even to let you eat my pussy, but it would be so much nicer if Bryan was here to plunge his cock into my tight cunt and stretch me out."

She closed her eyes and rubbed her clit a little. Her moans floated into the air as she arched her back a little while Caleb's gaze remained fixed on her pussy. He thought she might masturbate to an orgasm, but instead she pulled her fingers away, opened her eyes, and looked down at him.

"Come taste my pussy," she said. "Don't make me cum, though. I'm going to save that privilege for Bryan."

Caleb crawled a little closer and pushed his tongue inside his wife's slick pussy. He tasted her sweet juices and felt the heat of her desire as she gently rested a hand on the back of his head.

"Do you like knowing that I'm in love with Bryan?" Grace asked. "Does that turn you on? Do you like that your wife has fallen in love with another man?"

Caleb plunged his tongue deep inside her, soaked up her juices, and then lifted his head and answered, "Yes, it does. I know it's fucked up, but it turns me on."

Grace ran her fingers through his hair and said, "It is fucked up. But that doesn't matter, does it? Most people would think it's fucked up that I make you suck Bryan's cock all the time. Most people would think it's fucked up that I make you clean my boyfriend's cum from my cunt after he's pounded me while you watched. What other people think doesn't matter at all, does it?"

"No," Caleb answered as he felt himself falling deeper in love with Grace, despite knowing that she now directed her romantic love towards another man.

Grace's phone buzzed and she picked it up off the table next to her lounge chair. She smiled and turned her attention to Caleb. "Bryan's on his way home. He says he's been thinking about me all day and he needs to fuck me. Would you like to help with that?"

"Yes, more than anything," Caleb answered.

Grace sat up, downed the rest of her cocktail, and stood. Caleb did the same and followed his bikini-clad wife into the house and to the bedroom that she now shared with Bryan. They'd done a bit of redecorating since he'd moved out, including painting the walls a different color, getting a new bed, and replacing the dresser with something sleeker.

"Go to the closet and pick out a lingerie set for me to wear for my boyfriend," Grace said. "Something seductive."

Caleb hurried to the closet in search of a strappy black lingerie set he'd bought with Grace during a recent shopping trip. He was fairly certain she hadn't worn it for Bryan yet and he knew it would be perfect. Once he'd found it, Caleb exited the closet and set the pieces on the bed.

"Dress me, cuckold," Grace insisted.

Caleb did so happily, sinking to his knees to help her into the panties and stockings first. Grace was more than happy to let Caleb take his time and she even reached out to run her fingers through his hair a few times as he dressed her.

When he was finished, Caleb stood to help Grace into the bra, which had enough straps that it took a little while to get her into. He managed, though, and when he stepped back to admire his wife she looked truly stunning.

"You forgot your panties, cuckold," she said. "Go find a pair right now."

Caleb returned to the closet and pulled a pair of his wife's used panties from the dirty clothes. They were still a little damp in the gusset and though he couldn't tell, he liked the idea that they were wet because Bryan's cum had leaked into them after they'd fucked. Caleb stepped into the panties, pulled them snug against his crotch, and returned to the bedroom.

"Good choice," Grace said. "It's fitting that a cuckold should wear a pair of panties filled with another man's cum, don't you think?"

Caleb smiled. "Yes, I do."

Grace reached out and grabbed his locked cock and balls. "You're truly pathetic, Caleb. We both know that. We've known that since the first time I cuckolded you. It's only become clearer each subsequent time. But it turns you on to be pathetic, doesn't it? It turns you on to know that I think you're pathetic, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does," Caleb answered.

"You're going to suck dick for me tonight," Grace said. "You're going to be every bit the pathetic cuckold we both know you are. You're going to suck on Bryan's beautiful cock and get him hard for me. You're going to guide him into my pussy. You're going to watch him fuck me. You're going to suck him clean at any point if it's what he desires. You're absolutely going to clean him after he cums inside me, and then you're going to lick his load out of my cunt and swallow every drop."

"I'll do anything you want, Grace," Caleb replied.

She smiled. "Like I said, you're pathetic."

Bryan came home - it was now his and Grace's home, after all - not long after. He wasted no time coming to the bedroom, where Caleb waited on his knees. Bryan only had eyes for Grace, though, who stood by the bed in the strappy lingerie set Caleb had dressed her in. They shared an intensely passionate kiss as Bryan's hands roamed over her body. Grace helped him out of his pants while their tongues danced, freeing his cock in the process.

"You know what you need to do, cuckold," Grace said. "Suck his cock. Suck it like the pathetic little bitch that you are."

Caleb crawled towards Bryan. He felt the panties cling to his ass as he did. He felt his cock throb in its cage. He felt the overwhelming desire. He wrapped his lips around Bryan's half-hard cock and he sucked for all he was worth. He gave a wet, wondrous blowjob in the name of getting his wife's boyfriend - the man she was now in love with - hard. He sucked dick to prove he was every bit the pathetic cuckold she saw him as, and he did it well.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," Bryan said as Caleb sucked dick.

"I thought about you all day too," Grace replied. "I guess that's what happens when you're madly in love with someone, though."

The talk of love was unexpectedly humiliating for Caleb. It served as a further reminder of just how far he'd fallen, and of how Grace now saw him. He was no longer a man worth being in love with. He was no longer a man, really. He was a pantied, chastised cuckold cocksucker, so it made perfect sense that Grace would fall in love with someone else.

"I do love you madly," Bryan said. "And I desperately want to fuck you."

Grace stepped away from him, fell back into the bed, and pulled her panties aside. Bryan put a hand on the back of Caleb's head and fucked his throat while staring at Grace as she masturbated.

"Is that pussy mine?" Bryan asked.

"You're the only man in the room," Grace replied. "You're the only one that deserves my pussy. You're the only one I want to give my pussy to anymore. So yes, this pussy is yours."

Bryan held his dick in the back of Caleb's throat for a few seconds and then pulled out, slapped Caleb across the face with his slippery cock, and crawled into the bed. He slipped his cock into Grace's tight pussy and held it there before looking over his shoulder. "Get in the bed and eat my ass, cuckold. Lick my hairy fucking hole while I fuck your wife."

"You're so bad," Grace said with a smile. "But that's exactly what he deserves."

Caleb crawled into the bed and laid on his stomach. He spread Bryan's ass cheeks and pressed his face between them. He licked his wife's boyfriend's sweaty, hairy asshole. He did so while Bryan's cock moved in and out of Grace's pussy. He did so because he'd been ordered, and because he liked to follow their orders.

"Harder, Bryan," Grace demanded after a few minutes of deep, slow thrusts. "Fuck me harder while the worthless fucking cuck tongues your asshole."

Bryan delivered. He fucked Grace harder and faster. He pumped her pussy with his big cock and Caleb tongued his hole, playing the part of the cuckold, because that's what he was. Caleb served their needs, putting them far above his own. He was everything they needed him to be.

Eventually, Bryan came deep inside Grace. She came as he did so, and Caleb found joy in the idea that her boyfriend's orgasm had put Grace over the top into a beautiful climax of her own.

"Get on your knees by the bed," Bryan demanded.

Caleb slid out of the bed and onto his knees. A moment later Bryan was standing in front of him with his slippery cock just a few inches from Caleb's mouth.

"Lean back. Rest your head against the bed," he instructed. Caleb did so and a moment later Bryan's cock was in his mouth. With Caleb's head being against the bed, he had nowhere to go when Bryan began to fuck his face. He couldn't move when the thick cock that had just been deep in his wife penetrated his throat. All he could do was sit there and take it, so that's what he did. He took every inch without complaint. He gagged and choked and suffered, but he took it.

Eventually, Bryan pulled out. He rubbed the thick saliva on his cock all over Caleb's face, laughed, and crawled into the bed. "What are you waiting for, cuck?" he asked. "Get up here and eat my load out of her pussy."

They both laughed when Caleb stood up, likely because his face was covered in saliva. He crawled between Grace's legs and pushed his tongue into her pussy without hesitation. He found a thick pool of Bryan's cum and he lapped it up, licking like a good cuckold is supposed to. He swallowed what he could find and he did so gleefully.

"This is your life now, cuckold," Grace said. "You live in service to us. Every moment of every day should be consumed with thoughts of the couple you now serve. Do you understand that?"

Caleb nodded with his tongue still inside her pussy.

"You'll clean. You'll cook. You'll maintain the yard and the pool. You'll wear your chastity device 24/7. You'll wear panties all the time, unless I decide to keep you naked. You'll live in the pool house and you'll come into the main house only when invited. You'll be every bit the pathetic cuckold we both know you are, that you want to be. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Caleb said before returning his tongue to his wife's cum-filled pussy.

"You’re lucky to have us, Caleb. But we're lucky to have you, too," Grace said with a smile.

"Yes, we are," Bryan replied.

Caleb knew he was truly the lucky one. He knew that a cuckold like him - one that couldn't resist the overwhelming allure of humiliation - usually ended up alone. He wasn't alone, though. He had a beautiful woman and her boyfriend to serve. He'd become an integral part of their life. He was comfortable and happy. He got to spend a great deal of time feeling the humiliation he craved. He had everything he wanted. There was no reason to complain. He was a happy cuckold.

The End.