The Destruction of a Cuckold - Part 6

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"What's it like?" Grace asked as she set her phone in her lap and turned towards Caleb.

He looked at his wife - and the exquisite satin camisole she wore - and smiled. "Sorry, what's what like?"

Grace laughed. "Oh yeah, right, I had the first part of that conversation in my head, I guess. I was just curious what it's like when you go down on me after Bryan's cum inside me. When you clean me. You really seem to enjoy it - like, you really, really seem to enjoy it - and I was just thinking that I'd enjoy understanding why you enjoy it, or at least what's going through your head when you do it."

Caleb had cleaned her pussy half a dozen times in the past two weeks and each and every time he'd experienced the same thrill. It was the sort of thing he'd read about on various cuckold forums and in stories, but it was so much better to actually experience it himself.

"So, there's the physical experience," he began. "My heart is usually pounding pretty hard. I'm turned on, but it's not just the kind of arousal that ends with an erection. It's the kind where it feels like my whole body is in on it, you know? Like it's flowing through me, turning me on from head to toe."

"That's like how I feel when I'm with Bryan," Grace chimed in. "It's like every inch of my body craves him, so every inch of my body gets turned on when he comes over to fuck me."

"Exactly," Caleb said as he felt a twinge of arousal at his wife describing her lust for the man that provided her with such intense sexual pleasure. "Then I see his cum inside you and it's like a whole different kind of arousal comes over me. I see that someone else - your boyfriend - has cum inside you, that you've granted him the pleasure of cumming in your pussy while me, your husband, sat there and watched. It's a psychological thing, I guess. Bryan, the man that fucks you better than I do, now has the privilege of cumming inside you because of that, and I'm denied that privilege because I'm not good enough to satisfy you."

"So it's the humiliation of it that you enjoy," Grace said.

Caleb nodded. "It is. That goes double for when I actually clean you, of course. That's the most humiliating part. To lick his cum from your pussy, to clean up the mess that Bryan is privileged enough to make, to swallow his cum, to eat it, it's all so humiliating. It's a little embarrassing to admit that, to be honest, but that really is the part that turns me on the most. It probably shouldn't and maybe I shouldn't be admitting that, but it does."

Grace set her phone aside and moved a little closer to Caleb before reaching out and taking his hand in hers. "It's not like I don't know that you're turned on by humiliation, Caleb. So you don't have to worry about admitting that. I like that you're willing to admit it, in fact."

"But...does it...I mean, does it change things between us?" he asked, giving voice to the most significant fear he'd harbored since his cuckolding had begun.

"I'm not sure I know how to answer that," Grace replied. "Because things have changed between us. Obviously they have. We rarely have sex anymore, almost entirely because I don't want to have you inside me now that I've had Bryan."

"Do you...do you see me differently after some of the things I've done?" Caleb asked. "I mean, does me cleaning you...does that make you see me differently?"

Grace moved a little closer and Caleb felt the soft satin of her camisole against his bare skin. He looked down to see that her nipples were now hard and poking through the material. "It does," she admitted. "That can't be surprising though, can it?"

Caleb shook his head.

Grace's hand moved down his stomach and between his legs. She grasped his cock through the thin material of his underwear and stroked him slowly as she kissed his neck. "You encouraged me to cuckold you, to find a boyfriend, to fuck him with wild abandon. You encouraged me to enjoy it, to bring someone else into our marriage. And, you got off on it. You had better orgasms watching another man fuck me than you ever did while fucking me."

Caleb hated to admit that was true, but it was. His lust for humiliation was so significant that when Grace fed it, his orgasms were far more potent.

"You enjoyed it when I told you that I didn't want to fuck you anymore, that I preferred Bryan's cock. You'd probably enjoy it - and cum in just a few pumps - if I let you put your cock inside me and told you what a disappointment you were," Grace continued.

"I would," Caleb admitted as hic cock stiffened in her hand while an overwhelming sense of lust grew between his legs.

"Now you can't wait to crawl between my legs and eat Bryan's cum out of my pussy," Grace said. "You absolutely love doing something that the vast majority of men would find horrifying. You crave it, Caleb. I see the look in your eyes when you do it. I see how turned on you are. I hear you moan while you're doing it. I hear how excited you are when you have Bryan's cum in your mouth. I see that you're becoming a cum slut as long as the cum is directly from your wife's pussy."

Grace was effectively listing all the reasons she now saw Caleb differently than she had before his cuckolding and he couldn't argue with any of them. She'd been willing to go along with his desires, but of course she saw him differently. Any sane woman would have viewed him in an entirely different light after all the things he'd done.

"So you do see me differently than you used to?" he asked.

"I do," Grace admitted as she stroked his cock, which was now slick with precum.

"Am I...am I less of a man to you?" he asked.

Grace kissed his neck, moaned, and said, "Yes, Caleb. You're much less of a man in my eyes. Especially compared to Bryan, who's a man in every way. He'd never clean cum out of my pussy. He'd never get hard while I described why I saw him as less of a man. He'd never have an orgasm while his wife made it perfectly clear that she no longer thought of him as much of a man."

Arousal competed with pain as Grace jerked Caleb off and brought him ever closer to an orgasm. He couldn't tell how much she was embellishing for his pleasure and how much of what she was saying was genuinely true. He worried that all of it was true, that he really had fallen far in her eyes, and yet he was on the verge of an orgasm. There was no stopping it at that point, either. He was going to cum. There was nothing to be done about it.

"Grace, fuck, I'm close," he said.

"Mmm, of course you are," she replied softly while stroking him faster. "That's because you're not a real man, Caleb. You've made that perfectly clear. You're a cuckold. You're less than a man. You like watching someone else fuck your wife. You like watching someone else make me cum. You like watching someone else empty his balls inside me. You like crawling between my legs and licking Bryan's cum out of me like a dirty little cum slut. You're not a real man, Caleb. You never were."

Caleb came hard as Grace showered his neck in soft kisses while moaning. Pleasure and humiliation mingled in his mind, enhancing his orgasm and bringing just a little bit of emotional pain along with it.

"Did you enjoy that?" Grace asked.

"I did," Caleb replied.

She laughed softly and released his cock. "Of course you did." Grace released his cock, slipped out of bed, and headed for the bathroom.

Caleb watched his wife wash her hands and tried to discern how she really felt about him. So much of what she'd said indicated that she didn't really think much of him anymore, and yet she'd been more than willing to offer him a handjob and enhance it with all sorts of cuckold pleasures, all of which were acts of kindness on her part.

Grace returned to the bed, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "You should really get cleaned up."

"Thank you for that, Grace," he replied. "That felt really good."

She smiled. "You're welcome. It was my pleasure."

Caleb wanted to ask what she really thought of him. He wanted to ask if he was destroying their marriage with his continued pursuit of the pleasures of being a cuckold, but he didn't. Instead, he cleaned up, did a little reading on his phone, and then tried his best to fall asleep, though that was a struggle given the cuckold angst that ran through his mind.

"Damn," Bryan said as he pulled out of Grace's pussy and sat back on his knees. "Look at the mess you made of my cock."

Grace's pussy had left parts of his cock coated with a thick white cream - that definitely wasn't his cum - and it seemed that she couldn't help but smile at the sight of it.

"It's been almost a week since you last fucked me," Grace said with a smile. "I guess I was a lot more turned on than I thought."

Bryan nodded towards Caleb and said, "What? He couldn't fuck you while I was gone?"

They both laughed and Caleb felt a shockwave of humiliation wash over him.

"Obviously not," Grace replied. "I mean, I could have let him fuck me, but what would be the point of that? It's painfully obvious that he just can't get the job done. He's a cuckold." She turned to Caleb and asked, "Isn't that right, sweetie? We all know that you couldn't fuck me to an orgasm to save your life, right?"

Caleb nodded as he felt his dick throbbing between his legs. As much as he'd come to feel wary about getting off as a result of humiliation, he couldn't help himself.

"Don't you think you should offer to clean Bryan's messy cock, Caleb?" Grace asked. "Shouldn't you be willing to soak a wash cloth with some warm water and gently rub his big, beautiful dick clean after he made your wife cum twice in the past ten minutes?"

Caleb stared at Bryan's cock - which really was messy - and then at his wife, who wore a devilish smile on her face. "I, uh, well, I guess I could do that."

"Caleb, my little cuckold, it's not about what you could do," Grace replied. "It's about what you should do, about what a cuckold like you should do. Bryan's cock is messy because he fucked me so good. He fucked me to two orgasms, both of which were better than any single orgasm you've ever given me. I came on his cock, Caleb. I covered him in my thick cream right before he came inside me and now his cock is all messy, and as my good little cuck, you should be the one to clean it. Don't you agree?"

Caleb stood and nodded. He headed for the bathroom, dampened a washcloth with warm water, and returned to find Bryan and Grace cuddled up in bed.

"Crawl between his legs, cuckold," she instructed. "Clean his cock like a good little cuck and then you can eat his load from my pussy, which I think we both know you want to do."

Caleb crawled between Bryan's legs until he was close enough to the long, thick, still-hard cock to reach out and clean it. He extended his hand and prepared to wrap the washcloth around the slick, messy shaft, and clean it up when Grace stopped him.

"Wait," she said. Caleb looked towards his wife and she reached over to run her hands over Bryan's muscular chest as she said, "I don't think you should use a washcloth."

"What?" Caleb asked.

"Well, you clean my pussy with your tongue, don't you?" she said. "You put your tongue deep into the pussy that my boyfriend just fucked and you lick up his load like a filthy little cum slut, don't you?"

Caleb nodded as arousal coursed through his body, for he was fairly certain his wife was about to suggest - or even demand - that he do something hugely humiliating and he couldn't quite stave off the pleasure he felt at the idea.

"Then you should use your mouth to clean Bryan's cock," Grace said.

Caleb closed his eyes as a wave of lust washed over him. It was powered by humiliation - of course it was - and it felt exceptionally potent as it moved through him. As was almost always the case, Caleb didn't want to surrender to his desire for humiliation. He didn't want to wrap his lips around his wife's boyfriend's cock and suck it clean. He didn't want to lick up the little bits of white cream she'd left on his shaft because he'd fucked her so well. He couldn't imagine anything more humiliating.

"You wouldn't mind if my little cuck used his mouth to clean your cock, would you Bryan?" she asked.

"Not at all," Bryan replied. "In fact, given the kind of man you are, Caleb, I'm not sure why you haven't already done it. What the fuck are you waiting for? I shouldn't have had to wait this long for you to clean my cock. Lick up the mess your wife left behind. Lick up her juices. Lick up the little bits of cum left all over it."

Grace kissed Bryan's neck and cheek and moaned like it turned her on to hear him talk to Caleb like that. He found it worrying, and yet there was that undeniable sense of arousal bubbling beneath the surface, as if he wanted to surrender to Bryan's obvious desire to humiliate him.

"Do it, cuckold," Grace said before kissing her boyfriend's neck in a seductive manner, like she was trying her best to arouse him for another round. "Suck his cock clean. Suck and lick all of my juices off his fat dick."

Caleb's heart pounded as he stared at the plump head of Bryan's cock. He leaned in and the scent of sex filled his nose. He stared at a little glob of white cream resting on the cock head, extended his tongue, and licked it off the spongy flesh.

"Mmm, there you go, my little cuck," Grace said softly. "Clean his fucking cock. Don't be so delicate about it, either. Take him in your mouth. Suck him clean. You know it's what you want, you know it's what you crave."

Caleb hated that she was right. He hated that he craved taking Bryan's cock in his mouth, and yet he did. He wanted to be that kind of cuckold. He wanted to feel that humiliation and the pleasure that came with it. So he opened his mouth and took Bryan's dick between his lips. He ran his tongue over the underside of the plump cock head. He moved his lips further down, swallowing as much as he could. He licked and sucked as he pulled back and then did it all over again.

"I knew it," Grace said. "I knew you'd do it. I knew it was a short leap from cum slut to cocksucker. I fucking knew you'd eat dick if I told you to."

Caleb's cock was so hard it hurt. She was right. He was a cocksucker. He was a cuckold cocksucker. There was no denying it. It turned him on to be one, too. He took his cock in his hand and stroked. He felt extraordinary pleasure, like the nerves at the tip of his dick had somehow become more sensitive simply because he was giving a blowjob.

"This feels pretty fucking good," Bryan said. "And I gotta admit, there's something kinda hot about your cuck husband being willing to suck my cock like a little bitch."

"I know," Grace replied. "Do you think you could fuck me again? Watching this little bitch humiliate himself by sucking your dick has me all worked up again. I need you to fuck me, Bryan."

"Caleb's dick is hard," Bryan said. "Why not have him fuck you?"

Grace laughed, and not in a performative way. Caleb was convinced she found the idea genuinely hilarious, as if him trying to fuck her to an orgasm was so pointless that the only response that made any sense was to laugh. "I don't fuck cocksucking cum sluts," she said. "And that's what my husband has become. Caleb, get between my legs. Eat his fucking cum out of me. Right now. Get me ready to be fucked again."

Caleb did as instructed, sinking deeper into his humiliation in the process. He pushed his tongue into Grace's pussy and he licked up as much of Bryan's cum as he could. He swallowed, licked, swallowed, and licked some more. While he did, Grace and Bryan fooled around like people do before they're about to indulge in their simmering desire. She played with his cock and sucked on his tongue while he fondled her breasts and elicited a series of wild moans.

"Am I clean, my little cuck?" Grace asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"Then make room for my boyfriend," Grace said. "You can watch from your knees, and when we're done you can clean his cock again. And, if you do a good job, I'll jerk you off. Does that sound good, my little cocksucking cum slut?"

"It sounds amazing," Caleb answered as he backed out of the bed and dropped to his knees.

"Of course it does," Grace replied before Bryan moved between her legs, slipped his cock inside her, and fucked her for the second time that day.

Caleb watched while slowly masturbating. He'd taken another step, a deeper step, into an undeniable level of humiliation, and yet he wanted to go further. He wanted to keep chasing it, to suck more cock, to eat more cum. He couldn't resist, despite knowing the risks. He had to have more. He had to.