The Destruction of a Cuckold - Part 5

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"What are you doing?" Grace asked as Caleb leaned in and kissed her neck.

The harsh edge in her voice caught Caleb off guard and he leaned back and said, "Sorry. I was just..."

She whipped her head towards him and he saw the same harshness in her eyes. "You were just what?"

"Uh, well, I was feeling kind of...amorous, I guess, so I figured I'd see if I could get you in the mood," Caleb replied.

Grace's irritation seemed to deepen before she took a deep breath and exhaled, seemingly breathing out the sense of agitation with it. "In the mood for sex?" she asked.

"Well, yes," he said. "Or masturbation, I guess. I mean, whatever you're in the mood for."

Grace pushed the covers down and turned towards Caleb in the bed. She took his hand in hers, smiled softly, and said, "I know this might be a little unfair to you, Caleb, but I feel like I'm just not that interested in having sex with you anymore. It's just...the experience is just so different from being with Bryan that I find it hard to get in the mood to have sex with you."

Caleb shouldn't have been surprised by Grace's revelation, but he was. "Oh," he said. "Right, well, that makes sense, I guess."

"Was that hurtful?" she asked.

"No," Caleb answered. "Well, I mean, it was surprising, I guess, and maybe a little hurtful because it caught me off guard. The thing is, I know it shouldn't have caught me off guard and it shouldn't be surprising. I mean, this whole thing we're doing is sort of based on the idea that you're having better sex with Bryan than you do with me. That's the part of it that I find so thrilling, so of course it makes sense that you'd get to a place where you don't really want to have sex with me."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"No, don't be," Caleb replied. "Really, Grace, don't be sorry."

Grace moved closer and kissed his neck. Her lips were warm and soft against his skin and when she moaned Caleb felt desire grow between his legs. "Let me make it up to you," she said softly as her fingers traveled down his stomach and towards his crotch. She found his cock in his underwear and stroked him slowly under the covers, teasing him into a fully erect state while slowly, seductively kissing his neck and cheek as a steady stream of moans escaped her lips.

"You don't have to do this, Grace," Caleb said, though by that point he was borderline desperate for her to take his bare cock in her hand and stroke him until he came.

"I know I don't," she replied softly. "But you deserve better than to have your wife act like your desire is an irritation, even if I don't want to fuck you anymore."

Caleb moaned as his state of arousal turned that simple, stated truth into something intensely erotic. "Grace, can you...can you say that again?"

"Mmm," she said softly. "I don't want to fuck you anymore, Caleb. Bryan is the only man I want to fuck now. Bryan's cock is the only one I want in my pussy. Bryan is the only man that deserves to fuck me, for he makes me cum far harder than you can, Caleb. I dream of his cock. I crave it. I dream of him. I crave him. I need him to fuck me. I don't need you to fuck me. I don't even want you to fuck me."

"Fuck..." Caleb replied.

"There's something else," she said.

Caleb turned towards his wife and saw a delighted look on her face. "What is it?"

She smiled and her lips moved closer to his, but Grace didn't kiss him. Instead, she said, "I'm not going to make Bryan use condoms anymore. He's going to start cumming inside me, and he's going to be the only man to do so. So, if I let you fuck me again, you'll have to wear a condom, though I wouldn't count on getting to fuck me again anytime soon. My boyfriend's cock is really the only one I want inside me, and I'm certain that feeling will only intensify once he starts cumming in my pussy."

"Can I watch the first time?" Caleb asked. "Can I watch him cum inside you?"

"Of course you can," Grace replied. "It's only fitting that my cuckold husband watch my boyfriend fill my pussy with his cum for the first time. So don't worry, you'll be there, on your knees, watching as he pumps his thick, creamy load into your wife's cunt."

Grace kissed him and Caleb moaned into her mouth as his orgasm arrived. She sucked on his tongue, offering a little extra pleasure while her fingers delicately worked the head of his cock to put him over the top, ensuring his orgasm was truly astounding.

"Thank you," Caleb said as Grace released his cock and leaned over to grab a tissue and clean up the cummy mess he'd left on her fingers.

"You're welcome," she replied before handing him the tissue. "Would you mind throwing this out?"

Caleb took the messy tissue and headed for the bathroom. He tossed it in the trash and then cleaned himself up as he stared in the mirror and thought of Bryan cumming inside Grace. He knew it was a big deal - it felt like it solidified their status as a couple, of sorts - and in his post-orgasmic clarity he couldn't help but wonder if it was a step too far. That, combined with Grace's genuine sense of irritation when Caleb first tried to initiate sex made him wonder if they were making a mistake in continuing their pursuit of cuckolding, and yet he knew he wouldn't stop it. He knew the pleasure was just too much to ignore, even if it felt dangerous.

Caleb was on his knees at the foot of the bed he shared with his wife. His fingers were wrapped around his stiff cock and he was slowly stroking as he watched another man enter Grace's pussy over and over.

"Bryan...fuck me," Grace said breathlessly as she wrapped her stocking-clad legs around him. Her fingers moved down his back with a sense of desperation and she grabbed his ass like she could somehow pull his cock deeper inside her.

It was the fourth time that week that Bryan had come to their home to have sex with Grace. Each time they'd fucked without protection and Caleb was absolutely certain they found it far more pleasurable that way. He knew he certainly found it more pleasurable to watch them fuck without protection. It looked better - there was just something about witnessing Bryan's bare cock entering Grace's pussy over and over - but it was more than that. It was knowing that Bryan was going to cum inside her, that he was going to be enjoying what was supposed to be a husband's privilege, that made it so thrilling to witness.

After a lengthy fuck, Bryan and Grace came together. Caleb stared between his wife's legs as her boyfriend's cock disappeared inside her. He saw Bryan's balls jumping in their sack as he unleashed volley after volley of cum inside her. Their moans of complete and utter sexual joy filled the bedroom and Caleb continued to slowly stroke himself. He was right on the verge of an orgasm and he loved to edge once he was in that space, to try and stay there for as long as possible.

Bryan and Grace remained coupled like that for a few minutes after their orgasms. They kissed, they whispered to each other in voices so quiet Caleb couldn't hear, and then eventually he pulled out and rolled onto his back next to her.

As he'd done each time Bryan had cum inside his wife, Caleb crawled just a little bit closer and stared between her legs. He admired the view of her enflamed pussy lips and the way she gaped open after her boyfriend's thick cock had spent so long inside her. Then there was the moment he enjoyed most of all: The sight of Bryan's cum as it began to leak out of her.

"You love to watch him leak out of me, don't you?" Grace asked.

"I do," Caleb admitted.

"Does it make you feel like more of a cuckold to see proof that my boyfriend came inside me?" she asked.

"Yes," Caleb answered. "There's just something about it that's so...so hot."

"You know, most men wouldn't feel that way," Bryan noted. "Most men would be horrified by what you're looking at, Caleb. Most men would be furious if their wife was naked in bed with another man and that man's cum was leaking out of her pussy."

"He's right," Grace said with a smile. "Most men wouldn't be on their knees masturbating to the sight of another man's cum leaking from their wife's pussy. But you're not like most men, are you Caleb?"

He shook his head and continued to stroke his exceptionally stiff cock.

"Does it ever make you feel pathetic, Caleb?" Bryan asked.

Caleb looked at his wife's boyfriend and saw a cocky smile on his face. He was a little annoyed with the question and that smile, but he couldn't really hold it against Bryan. After all, Caleb was on his knees and masturbating to the sight of Bryan's cum slowly leaking out of Grace's pussy, and from a certain point of view that was pathetic.

"I think you should answer him," Grace said.

"Yes," Caleb admitted. "Sometimes it feels a little pathetic to be so turned on by this stuff."

Grace reached down and gently ran her fingers over her labia. She moaned softly, making it seem like she was thoroughly aroused by the idea of her boyfriend's cum dripping out of her. "Does it turn you on to feel pathetic, Caleb?" she asked softly.

Caleb felt his cock throb in his hand and he loosened his grip to prevent an orgasm from overtaking him. The answer was right on the tip of his tongue. It was undeniable. "Yes, it does."

Grace smiled. "I thought so. I see no reason you can't enjoy the thing that turns you on, Caleb. It turns me on to get fucked by Bryan's big cock. It turns me on to have him cum inside me. It turns me on to know that I can fuck my boyfriend whenever I want. It even turns me on to know that I don't need to let my husband fuck me if I'm not the mood. It seems fair that we both get to enjoy what really turns us on."

Bryan reached out and took one of Grace's breasts into his hand. He squeezed the perky, soft flesh and then rolled onto his side and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned and her finger moved to her clit and rubbed it in slow, soft circles.

"You know what would be pathetic?" Grace asked as she looked down at Caleb.

"What...what's that?" he asked while his heart pounded in anticipation.

"If you licked Bryan's cum from my pussy," she answered.

Caleb released his cock and tightened up his loins to prevent himself from cumming as an overpowering surge of lust hit him. He heard himself moaning despite not wanting to and when Grace and Bryan laughed it only served to deepen the arousal.

"It seems like he agrees," Bryan noted. "I do too. It really would be pathetic if your cuckold husband crawled between your legs and ate my cum from your pussy, and if it turns him on to feel pathetic, I see no reason why he shouldn't do it."

"I think he's right, Caleb," Grace said. "And I think we both know that it's exactly what you want to do. I think your dick is hard as a rock just thinking about it. Stand up right now and show me. Show me that you're stiff thinking about licking up all the cum that Bryan left inside me."

Caleb pushed himself to his feet and looked down at his dick, which was standing at full attention. He stared between Grace's legs as she and Bryan chuckled at his arousal.

"Do it," Grace said. "Eat his cum from my pussy. You know you want to."

She was right. He wanted to. The only thing holding him back was the sense that he'd embarrass himself to such a degree that Grace would never be able to look at him the same way again. How could she? How could she possibly see him as the same kind of man if he actually licked Bryan's cum out of her? What could be more humiliating than that?

And yet, it was that potential for humiliation that drove Caleb's desire. He wanted to feel that sensation. He wanted to feel like Grace would never be able to look at him the same way because he'd humiliated himself so deeply. Despite knowing it might have been a spectacularly bad idea, Caleb felt himself crawling into the bed.

"That's it," Grace said. "Do what feels good, Caleb. Clean my pussy."

Caleb looked up to see Bryan's strong hand on one of Grace's breasts. They were both looking down at him as he settled between her legs and turned his attention to her pussy, which looked even better in close up.

"For the longest time," Grace began, "that was your pussy, Caleb. You were the only man I wanted inside me. You were the only man I even thought of fucking. You were my husband, after all, so I had no interest in anyone else. That's changed, though. It's not your pussy anymore. It's Bryan's now."

Caleb moaned before kissing Grace's thighs and her pink, puffy labia.

"Bryan fucks me better than you do," she said softly. "It's been that way since the first time I let him inside me and it's only gotten better as he's gotten to know my body, and it's gotten particularly good since we started having unprotected sex. So it's not your pussy anymore, but it's yours to clean if you want, Caleb. That's how you can have my pussy. You can clean up the mess my boyfriend leaves inside me."

Caleb stared at his wife's gaping pussy for a few moments and then pushed his tongue inside. He moaned as it was instantly bathed in the salty taste of Bryan's cum. A tidal wave of arousal rushed down his spine and centered between his legs as his cock throbbed so hard he had to roll his hips to prevent pain from it pressing into the bed.

"Clean me, Caleb," she said. "Clean my boyfriend's cum. Eat it out of me."

Caleb pulled his tongue back into his mouth and swallowed. He took Bryan's cum down his throat. It was, without question, the most humiliating thing he'd ever done, and yet it came with a deeply pleasurable sense of arousal that seemed to bounce through his body.

"Clean all of it, Caleb," Grace said. "Now that you've started, don't stop."

Caleb dove back in and ravenously cleaned her pussy. He licked and swallowed, licked and swallowed. He took more and more cum into his stomach, and the more he thought about it the more humiliating it was. Caleb kept doing it, though. He kept pursuing the high of that humiliation and each time he dove back into his wife's pussy he was rewarded with yet another dose of it.

Finally, when he was finished, Caleb moved to his knees and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He stroked while watching Bryan and Grace kiss - they'd started doing so halfway through Caleb's cleaning - and he held out his hand to catch his cum so he wouldn't make a mess in the bed.

"What are you doing?" Grace asked as she looked towards him.

"I was going to cum," he answered.

Grace smiled and sat up. "Let me do it," she said.

Caleb released his cock and Grace crawled behind him, reached around, and took his stiff shaft in her hand. She stroked him slowly and kissed his neck. He closed his eyes and let the sheer pleasure of the entire evening wash over him.

"I liked watching you eat his cum from my pussy, cuckold," she whispered. "You looked so pathetic with your face buried in my messy pussy. You looked like the pathetic cuckold you've become."

Humiliation washed over Caleb as Grace whispered the truth into his ear. He smiled, for it felt like she was offering an act of love in taking control of his pleasure and giving him a handjob while whispering a cuckold's version of sweet nothings to him.

"Can you still taste his cum?" she asked.

"Yes," Caleb answered.

"I think you'll be tasting a lot more of his cum from now on, cuckold," she said softly before kissing his neck. "I think you'll be cleaning his cum every time he fucks me from now on. I think we both know that's what you crave, don't you?"

"Yes," Caleb admitted.

"Are you a cum slut, Caleb?" she asked.

He didn't answer. Instead, he came. He came hard. He closed his eyes and an intense, overwhelming pleasure washed over him as Grace showered his neck in kisses and moaned softly and sweetly, enhancing his orgasm in the process.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome," Grace replied.

In that moment, Caleb felt a sense of genuine joy fueled by an uncommon sense of pleasure, one that he hoped would repeat itself over and over.

The pleasure certainly would, but the joy wouldn't remain forever.