A Hotwife Discovers the Power of Denial…and Uses It for Her Pleasure - Part 6

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The sounds of kissing and soft, gentle moans filled Brad’s bedroom as Louis stepped into his closet and stared at the mess of dirty clothes on the floor. He looked over his shoulder to see Brad’s hand had already moved under Kaylee’s sweater as they kissed in the way that lovers tend to kiss when they haven’t seen each other in more than a week.

Louis wanted to watch. He was desperate to watch. His cock was already hard and all they were doing was kissing. He wasn’t permitted to watch, though. He’d been denied that opportunity because it turned Kaylee on to do so. Instead, Louis had been instructed to do chores around Brad’s house, starting with his laundry.

Louis watched his wife and her bull fool around for a few more seconds – he savored each and every moment, too – before turning back to the mess of laundry on the closet floor and bending over to toss it all into the hamper. Louis would have preferred to separate the darks and the lights in the closet – so he could spend a little more time looking over his shoulder at his wife and her bull – but he’d been specifically instructed to do that in the laundry room.

Once the hamper was full Louis grabbed it, took a deep breath, and headed out of the bedroom. His eyes were glued to the bed the entire time and he got a beautiful eyeful of Kaylee stroking her bull’s cock through his jeans. Brad was already hard – Louis was certain he was eager to fuck Kaylee after a week and a half without her – and she seemed delighted by the stiffness she was eagerly stroking.

“You’re so hard for me,” she said with wonder in her voice.

“I’ve missed you,” Brad replied with a smile. “I’m a little bit desperate for you, in fact.”

Kaylee offered a gleeful smile in return and unzipped his pants. Her fingers moved into his pants and Brad let out a moan as she found his stiff cock. “I’m desperate for you, too,” Kaylee replied before looking towards Louis, who was nearly out of the bedroom. “I’m sure Louis could tell you how desperate I am. I’ve been masturbating to thoughts of fucking you for the past week.”

Brad looked at Louis, smiled, and said, “Why didn’t you just fuck your husband?”

Kaylee laughed. “I think we all know that Louis doesn’t compare to you, Brad. He couldn’t satisfy me if his life depended on it. That’s why he’s going to spend the afternoon doing chores while you fuck me as many times as you can manage.”

“Speaking of which,” Brad said as he looked at Louis, “why are you still here, Louis? There’s a lot of work that needs to be done around the house, so you really ought to get to it.”

Louis hesitated and Kaylee shot him a sharp look and added, “You heard him, cuckold. Get to work. And remember, you’re not allowed to watch until you’re done with your chores. You can catch a quick peak every now and then if you want to tease yourself, though. Now go, get started with your chores.”

Though he felt tempted to try and reclaim some shred of his dignity, Louis knew there was no point, so he headed out of the bedroom and towards the laundry room as the moans of pleasure once again emerged from Brad’s bedroom.

“I’ve missed you,” Kaylee said. “I’ve really missed your cock. My new toy is nice, but it just doesn’t compare to the real thing.”

“And your husband doesn’t even come close to comparing, does he?” Brad asked.

Kaylee laughed. “No, he doesn’t.”

The laundry room wasn’t far from the bedroom. They knew Louis could hear them. Kaylee certainly knew that Louis would be aroused by what they were saying. He was a cuckold, after all. It was a role he embrace and enjoyed. That enjoyment was enhanced by his long term denial – it had been months since he’d fucked Kaylee and his orgasms had become somewhat infrequent – but Louis had begun to understand the pleasures of that denial, for it meant an almost constant level of arousal coursed through his body, particularly when Kaylee was in a mood to stoke the flames of his desire, which she almost always was.

“Oh, fuck, Kaylee,” Brad said. “That feels so fucking good.”

Louis set the hamper on the floor and leaned out of the laundry room. He listened and a few moments later the sounds of a blowjob reached his ears. He gripped the door frame as his cock grew into a stiff state while he listened to his wife suck another man’s cock just down the hallway. Louis felt a deep sense of frustration at not being able to witness the sight of Brad’s stiffness moving in and out of Kaylee’s mouth, and yet he knew the intense level of arousal coursing through his body was at least in part due to that denial.

“I swear, Kaylee, I have never been with a woman that uses her mouth like you do,” Brad said.

An audible pop – the sound of Brad’s cock departing Kaylee’s mouth – reached Louis’s ears before his wife said, “You’ve never been with someone that appreciates your cock like I do. I spent years being fucked by Louis’s disappointing dick, so I know just how wonderful yours is. I know just how lucky I am to enjoy it, so when I suck your cock I make sure to show my appreciation for how good you make me feel.”

Brad’s moans resumed a moment later and Louis was tempted to creep down the hallway to try and grab a quick look. He resisted, though. He knew that making him do chores around the house was part of the cuckolding game they were all playing, but he also knew that it was expected that the chores would get finished, and if they weren’t that Kaylee would punish Louis in some way, likely by denying him the sort of affection and attention he’d come to crave.

For that reason, Louis set about separating Brad’s laundry – there was something rather humiliating about dealing his wife’s bull’s underwear – before tossing the lights in the washing machine and getting the first load started.

Louis headed for the kitchen but stopped in his tracks when he saw Kaylee – who was now naked – step out of Brad’s bedroom with a smile on her face. Louis drank in the intoxicating sight of her body as she approached with a seductive sway in her hips and a naughty smile on her face.

Kaylee stopped just in front of him and reached out to run her finger over the bulge in his pants as she stared into his eyes and smiled. Kaylee then took Louis’s hand and placed it between her legs. He took the hint and slipped a finger between her labia, slowly penetrating her exceedingly wet pussy.

“Do you feel that?” she asked.

Louis nodded.

“That’s how desperately I want him,” she said. “That’s how desperately my body needs him. I need something else, though.”

“Anything,” Louis replied.

Kaylee stepped a little closer and moaned softly as Louis fingered her. “I need my cuckold husband to get on his knees and lick my pussy. I’m nice and wet, but I want you to participate in getting me ready to fuck him before I go back to his bedroom and you return to doing chores for him.”

Louis sank to his knees without hesitation. Kaylee put a hand on the top of his head, stepped closer, and pulled him towards her pussy. Louis extended his tongue and licked his wife just as she desired. He licked up her juices. He spread his saliva over her labia and inside her. He prepared her to be fucked by the man she’d chosen as her preferred lover, the man whose size and skill was responsible for Louis’s long term denial.

“Mmm, that’s a good cuckold,” Kaylee said softly. “Prepare me for him. Prepare me to be fucked by my bull while you do his chores to make his life a little easier, all because he fucks your wife so much better than you do.”

Louis was hard as a rock, but it was more than that. Lust completely enveloped him, in part because of his denial and in part because of the surprisingly pleasurable sense of humiliation that came from doing chores for Brad while he fucked Kaylee.

When she stepped back, Kaylee looked down at Louis and smiled. “Brad said you’ll find a grocery list on the kitchen table. After you’re done cleaning the living room and kitchen he wants you to go shopping. Make sure you get everything on the list. Oh, and you’ll be cooking for us when you get back.”

“Of course,” Louis said.

Kaylee turned and sauntered back towards the bedroom as Louis watched from his knees. Her ass looked as good as it ever had and he wanted desperately to follow her down the hallway and watch as she climbed into her bull’s bed and no doubt took him inside her for a wild, wondrous ride.

Instead, Louis stood up and headed for the living room. It wasn’t particularly messy, but he needed to dust every surface and do a little light vacuuming before he could move on to the kitchen.

Kaylee moaned as Louis picked up the dust rag. Brad was inside her. Louis was certain of it, for his wife only moaned in that particular way when she had her bull’s cock inside her.

“I can’t tell you how badly I’ve missed this,” she said. “Please don’t go away for work again, or take me with you next time. I can’t stand missing out on this beautiful cock of yours for so long. My body just can’t handle it.”

Louis wasn’t sure what position they were in, but he imagined Kaylee on top as he began to dust Brad’s living room. He saw his naked, beautiful wife sitting astride her bull’s crotch with his cock buried inside her. Her hands were on his chest and she was smiling down at him as she moved back and forth on his thickness. Kaylee tended to begin that way when she was on top. She liked to get herself all hot and bothered by rubbing her clit into Brad’s pelvis before shifting to a bouncing motion that unquestionably brought him more pleasure as he got to feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy moving up and down his long, thick shaft.

The talking had stopped but the sounds of sex had gotten considerably louder as Louis tried his best to concentrate on his chores. He didn’t do a particularly good job of mastering that concentration – it was exceptionally hard to focus when he was fully erect while listening to his wife and her bull fuck – but he got everything clean and organized in the living room. The vacuuming proved to be a blessing as the sound made it impossible to hear the sex his wife was having. All of Louis’s lust returned like a tidal wave once the vacuum was off, though, and Kaylee was moaning and screaming like she was getting close to cumming.

Louis wrapped the cord around the vacuum and listened as his wife moved closer and closer to her orgasm. He looked down to see that his cock had leaked a bit of precum and left a small stain in the front of his jeans and he felt an odd sense of pleasure at seeing the results of his extended arousal and denial. He could feel it coursing through him, too. It felt like his entire body had come alive in a way he thoroughly enjoyed.

As Louis put the vacuum back in the closet, Kaylee had an orgasm. It sounded like an exceptionally pleasurable orgasm, too. She unleashed a series of guttural moans as a week and a half of pent up desire spilled out of her with her bull’s cock buried deep in her pussy.

“You’re amazing,” she said. “You’re just…you’re amazing, Brad.”

Louis shut the closet door and headed for the kitchen, which needed to be cleaned before he could go grocery shopping.

“Louis,” Kaylee said from behind him.

He turned to his beautiful wife standing in the hallway. Her chest was flushed red, her pussy lips looked plump and wet, and her hair was considerably messier than it had been, all of which served to further deepen his arousal, for they were all signs that she’d just been fucked.

Kaylee approached as she stared at the bulge – and the spot of precum – between his legs. Once again Louis soaked up the sight of her naked body, though his eyes kept drifting between her legs as he imagined Brad’s cock moving in and out of her pussy.

“Get on your knees,” she said.

Louis sank to his knees and Kaylee grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him between her legs. She rubbed her pussy over his face while he extended his tongue and pushed it between her labia to taste her sweet insides.

“I’d almost forgotten how good it feels when Brad fucks me,” Kaylee said. “He’s just so much better than you, Louis. He’s a bull. You’re a cuckold. He belongs inside me. You belong on your knees with your tongue in my pussy after he’s fucked me.”

Louis would have offered a response, but Kaylee was smothering him with her pussy in the most delightful way.

“You’d like it if I took your cock inside me right now though, wouldn’t you?” she asked.

Louis nodded as his tongue continued to probe her pussy.

“It’s been months since I let you inside me,” Kaylee said. “You must be desperate.”

Louis nodded again. He really was desperate. He tried his best to contain that desperation, but it was increasingly difficult. Putting his tongue inside her only reminded him of how glorious it would feel to fuck his wife, and yet Louis wasn’t sure if she’d ever let him do that again, for Kaylee seemed to take so much pleasure in denying him.

“Your desperation turns me on,” she noted. “It makes me wet. It makes me want Brad even more. It makes me want to see you on your knees even more. It makes me want to make you even more of a cuckold, to make you even more desperate, to drive you utterly mad with desire before I deny you yet again.”

Louis wasn’t sure why, but in that moment he felt a surprising need for all of that. There was a point where the denial had been agonizing, but it seemed as though he’d pushed through that point and had come to crave it.

Kaylee stepped back and bent over to kiss Louis softly. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling of her warm, soft lips against his as she offered just a hint of tongue and deepened his desire.

“I want you to go shopping now,” she said softly. “You can clean the kitchen when you get back.”

Kaylee turned and walked back to the bedroom as Louis got to his feet, retrieved the grocery list, and headed for the front door. He heard Brad moan as he turned the handle. He waited for a few moments and the sounds of a blowjob reached his ears. Kaylee was pleasuring her bull once again. They’d be having sex soon enough, but as much as he wanted to stay and listen, Louis had a job to do, so he headed out to run an errand for the man his wife had taken as her primary sexual partner.

Louis was a few items into the grocery list when he received a picture from Kaylee. She was on her back in Brad’s bed. He was between her legs and he clearly had her phone in his hand as the picture was from his point of view. It showed his big cock resting on her stomach, indicating exactly how deep he’d be inside her. A moment later a second picture arrived. This time Brad was inside her. Every inch of him, in fact. The implication was clear. Her bull’s cock reached far deeper inside Kaylee that Louis’s ever had.

“He’s bigger than you,” she texted a moment later. “He fucks me so much better than you do. That’s why I deny you. That’s why you’re out buying his groceries while he satisfies my pussy. Don’t worry, though. Keep being a good cuckold and I’ll let you fuck me at some point.”

Louis slipped his phone in his pocket and looked down at the renewed bulge in his jeans. He felt a little panicked at the idea of being hard in public and did his best to try and distract his mind. Eventually, his erection deflated and he was able to continue the grocery shopping, though it proved difficult to keep his mind from wandering back to the pictures Kaylee had sent. Over and over he saw her bull’s cock inside her and he heard her saying the words she’d texted him.

Another picture came in as Louis was loading the now-purchased groceries into his trunk. It was a close up shot of Kaylee’s pussy. Her labia gaped open and there was very clearly cum inside her. Brad had taken his pleasure and left the evidence of his satisfaction in Louis’s wife, no doubt to her great pleasure.

“Isn’t my pussy beautiful when it’s full of his cum?” Kaylee texted. “Tell me, Louis, does seeing my pussy full of another man’s cum make you want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” Louis texted back as he felt that very desire while staring at the picture in the grocery store parking lot.

“Should I let you enjoy that pleasure some time? Should I let my cuckold husband have sloppy seconds sex with me after Brad has satisfied me?” Kaylee asked. “Should I let you slide your cock into my cum-filled pussy and fuck me as hard as you want?”

“Yes, please,” Louis texted.

“Come back and we’ll talk about it,” she replied.

Louis rushed into the car and headed back to Brad’s place as quickly as possible. He nearly forgot to unload the groceries and had to go back, hurriedly drag everything from the trunk and into the house, and then rushed towards the bedroom.

Brad and Kaylee were naked in his bed. He was sitting up against the headboard and his cock was still half hard. Kaylee’s legs were closed but Louis knew her bull’s cum still rested deep inside her.

“Strip,” Kaylee instructed.

Louis practically tore his clothes off as he thought his wife was going to allow him to enjoy sloppy seconds.

“Come closer,” she said.

Louis walked towards the bed as his heart pounded. Kaylee spread her legs and he saw that her pussy still looked wet and enflamed. He couldn’t see any cum, but he wasn’t close enough for that.

As he reached the edge of the bed, Kaylee took Louis’s stiff cock in her hand and stroked him slowly.

“You’re stiff with excitement and you’re not even half as big as Brad’s half hard cock,” Kaylee noted. “It’s no wonder he makes me cum so much harder than you ever have.”

Louis watched his wife take her bull’s cock in her hand and stroke the shaft. He noticed the head was still slick with her juices and what looked like a little bit of cum, indicating that neither of them had left the bed since the sex concluded.

“A cuckold needs to earn the right to fuck his wife,” Kaylee said. “So that’s what you’ll have to do, Louis.”

“I will,” he replied.

She smiled. “Good. Then I want you to clean Brad’s cock for me.”

Louis’s heart rate felt like it doubled as he stared at Brad’s cock. “Wha…what?” he asked.

“Brad’s cock is a little bit messy from fucking me. It’s slick with my juices and some of his cum. It needs to be cleaned and I can’t think of a better task for a cuckold,” Kaylee said. “You don’t have to, of course, but if you want to fuck me you’re going to have to earn it, Louis. You’re going to have to crawl between Brad’s legs and use your mouth to clean his cock.”

Louis knew that he couldn’t offer Kaylee much of anything with regards to sex, which meant she had very little reason to let him fuck her. Because of that, he knew she was serious about him earning the right to fuck her, which meant there was a very good chance he’d have to suck Brad’s cock clean before he was given a chance to fuck his wife again. He also knew there was a chance Kaylee would deny him once again. Louis couldn’t help himself, though. He was so turned on by the entire day – and the months of denial – that he wanted to pursue whatever kinky pleasures Kaylee set in front of him.

Louis moved to the foot of the bed and stared at Brad’s cock. He leaned forward, rested his hands on the comforter, and crawled forward.

“That’s it,” Kaylee said. “Come clean his cock. Show me how eager you are to fuck me. Show me that you deserve a reward. Show me that you’re willing to work for the privilege of enjoying my pussy.”

Louis dropped to his stomach between Brad’s legs and stared at the half hard cock in front of him. The tip was shiny with Kaylee’s juices and there was a glob of cum resting on the spongy flesh.

“Take it in your mouth, cuckold,” Kaylee said. “Clean your wife’s bull. Clean the man that fucks me better than you ever have. Clean him and show me that you’re worthy of spending a little time in my pussy.”

Louis parted his lips, slowly moved forward, and took the plump head of Brad’s cock in his mouth. The taste of cum and Kaylee’s sweet juices lit up his tongue. He closed his lips around the semi-hard cock and sucked gently to clean it as his wife desired.

“What a good cuckold,” Kaylee said as she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. “Clean that cock for me. Suck my juices off of it. Clean his cum off of it.”

She was breathing rapidly and Louis couldn’t help but get caught up in what seemed to be a fairly potent kind of desire emanating from her.

“You know, a little of your juice dripped down to my balls,” Brad said.

“Clean them, cuckold,” Kaylee instructed.

Louis did so with little hesitation. He’d already had a cock in his mouth so sucking on a pair of balls seemed fairly harmless.

“Oh, fuck,” Kaylee said. “Clean his balls, cuckold. Clean his big balls.”

Louis licked and sucked on Brad’s balls and a few seconds later Kaylee had an orgasm. She closed her eyes, grabbed a tight handful of the comforter, and filled the bedroom with the kinds of moans that always accompanied a good orgasm.

“Thank you for that, Louis. You can leave,” Kaylee said.

Louis backed out of the bed and stared between her legs. Her pussy looked incredible – there was now cum leaking out of her – and he considered asking if he could fuck her, but Louis knew that wasn’t really his question to ask. Kaylee would let him have her if she wanted him to have her.

“Clean the kitchen and then make us lunch,” Kaylee instructed. “We’re going to fuck again.”

Louis got dressed and headed for the kitchen. He put the groceries away, did the cleaning that was requested of him, and set about preparing lunch. All the while, he listened to the joyful sounds of foreplay – and then sex – emanating from Brad’s bedroom. Louis’s cock remained stiff and unsatisfied, but he wasn’t nearly as agonized by that as he’d been in the past. He was starting to like it, as if Kaylee had successfully trained him to crave denial and the doses of humiliation she seemed so keen to dish out.

Despite knowing that was potentially dangerous – and a little unhealthy – Louis found himself wanting more and hoping that Kaylee would offer it up after she and Brad finished fucking for the third time.