The Destruction of a Cuckold - Part 3

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Grace stepped out of the closet with a pair of pink lace panties in her hand and a smile on her face. She held the underwear up against her body and asked, “Do you think Bryan would like these?”

Caleb nodded. “Those panties look amazing on you. They always have.” Grace lifted her foot and reached down to step into her panties and Caleb stood and said, “Wait.”

Grace set her foot down and looked up. “What’s wrong?”

Caleb approached his beautiful naked wife and asked, “What if…what if I put them on you?”

“Is that something you want?” she replied.

Caleb nodded and Grace lifted her hand and offered the panties. He took them and ran his fingers over the soft lace while his eyes roamed over her body for a few moments. “Here, sit on the edge of the bed,” he said.

Grace smiled, gave Caleb a soft kiss on the cheek, and moved past him to sit on the edge of the bed. He turned, approached, and dropped to his knees in front of her.

As Caleb moved to help his wife into the panties she’d chosen for her boyfriend, Grace said, “Wait. Tell me why you want to dress me in my panties.”

“Because it turns me on to prepare you to enjoy your boyfriend,” Caleb admitted as his pulse raced. Grace was well aware of his cuckold fetish – she’d been fucking another man for a month and a half – but sometimes it still felt nerve-wracking to talk about how arousing he found it. “I just…I don’t know, I just love the idea of helping you look good for Bryan.”

Grace extended her foot and her toes found their way to Caleb’s crotch and played with his half hard cock. “So it would make you happy if I let you dress me every time I went to see Bryan?”

Caleb nodded. “Any kind of preparation would be exciting to me. Washing your hair. Washing your body. Preparing your…well, your pussy in any way you want it prepared.”

“You should have said something,” Grace replied with a smile. “I would have let you shower with me. I like the idea of you washing me. That seems like it would be a great way to relax, honestly, and it might even be a really nice way to connect with you before I leave to see my boyfriend.”

Caleb’s was hard, thanks to thoughts of preparing Grace to see Bryan and the skillful way she manipulated his cock with her toes.

“I think Bryan would like the idea of my husband preparing me to see him,” Grace noted. “I think he’d love it, to be honest.”

“Really?” Caleb asked.

Grace nodded as her toes worked his cock vigorously. “He loves that I’m married. He loves that you know that he’s fucking me. He really, really loves that he fucks me better than you do. He loves it when I tell him that he’s better than you.”

Caleb moaned as he reached out and ran his fingers up Grace’s calves, past her knees, and over her inner thighs.

“It sounds like you love that too,” Grace said softly as she spread her legs. “He is better than you. Much better than you.”

Caleb crawled forward and kissed the soft skin of Grace’s inner thigh. She ran her fingers through his hair and he offered a series of soft, sensual kisses that elicited a quiet moan.

“I like that you want to prepare me for him, Caleb,” Grace said. “It makes me feel like you’re still fully in support of me having a boyfriend. I really like that it excites you, too.”

“I love that you have a boyfriend, Grace,” Caleb replied as he looked up at his wife from between her legs. “I really do. I love that you’re cuckolding me. I love that you’re enjoying it so much. I love that you’re so generous when it comes to talking about how good Bryan fucks you and how much you enjoy having sex with him.”

“And I love having sex with my boyfriend,” Grace said. “Tell me, would you enjoy preparing my pussy with your tongue?”

Caleb felt a rush of excitement as he looked up at his wife and nodded. “Very much so.”

“That seems like something a cuckold would do, doesn’t it? Make sure his wife’s pussy is nice and wet for when her boyfriend’s big cock slides into her?” Grace asked.

Caleb’s cock ached as she offered such intoxicatingly sexy dirty talk. All he could do was nod and resist the urge to bury his face between her legs to tend to her pussy and leave her completely soaked for Bryan.

“Would you enjoy preparing my pussy for Bryan?” Grace asked.

“Yes,” Caleb said with obvious desperation in his voice.

“Is that what you’d like to do right now, Caleb? Would you like to prepare my pussy for my boyfriend?” she asked with a smile that made Caleb think she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

“Please, Grace, let me lick your pussy,” Caleb begged.

A giddy-looking smile crossed Grace’s face as she spread her legs a little wider and said, “Go ahead. Prepare my pussy.”

Caleb couldn’t help but moan as he moved between her legs and put his tongue to work. He was overcome with desire at the idea of preparing her pussy for another man – for her boyfriend – to fuck. His cock throbbed with that desire and when Grace’s toes once again began to work him, Caleb’s loins filled with a beautiful kind of lust that he only ever experienced when cuckolding was involved.

“I do love that you keep surprising me with how much you love being cuckolded,” Grace said. “It’s like I keep seeing a different side of my husband.”

Caleb looked up at her, though he refused to pull away from her pussy. He hoped that the look in his eyes could communicate his overwhelming love for his wife.

“Lick my clit,” Grace instructed as she put a hand on the back of Caleb’s head. “Make me feel good. Get me close to orgasm. Tease me. Leave me wild with desire, desire that Bryan will satiate with his big cock.”

Caleb turned his attention to Grace’s clit and she applied pressure to the back of his head, pushing him deeper between her legs and smearing her pussy juices on his lips and chin. Her moans filled the bedroom as thoughts of her and Bryan fucking filled his head. Over and over he thought of how utterly thrilling it was to be the one that prepared her pussy for another man to fuck. It kept his cock in a painfully throbbing state that Caleb hoped would never fade.

Grace pushed back on Caleb’s forehead and closed her thighs, depriving him of her pussy. “You did a wonderful job. I want Bryan more than ever thanks to your tongue. Why don’t you put my panties on now?”

Caleb grabbed her panties, guided Grace’s feet into them and pulled them up her legs. She stood and he made sure they looked absolutely perfect before kissing both her thighs repeatedly while she smiled while looking down at him.

“Would you like to finish dressing me?” she asked.

“I can’t explain how much that would thrill me,” Caleb replied.

Grace offered a hand to help him to his feet and Caleb followed her to the closet with an erection still raging in his pants, largely from the thrill of getting to dress his beautiful wife so another man could enjoy her body.

“Does that feel good?” Grace asked as she slowly stroked Caleb’s stiff cock.

He glanced at Grace’s hard nipples as they poked through the thin satin of her camisole and looked up to meet her gaze, which seemed to be infused with a potent form of lust. “It feels incredible. Do you…do you ever stroke Bryan’s cock like this?”

“Of course,” Grace answered. “I stroked him like this yesterday, in fact. It was a lot like this, in fact. We were in his bed – I was naked instead of wearing lingerie – but otherwise we were together in his bed and I was stroking his cock as we kissed. It was incredible to feel him get hard in my hand, to literally feel his desire for me.”

“Do you…when you stroke him, is he thicker than I am?” Caleb asked.

Grace smiled and kissed him softly. “He is. My fingers fit nicely around your cock, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. They don’t fit around Bryan’s cock, though. He’s quite a bit thicker than you are.”

Caleb watched his wife’s smile transition into a look of lusty joy and he felt his cock throb in her hand as a question came to mind. “Does his size…does it make a difference?”

“You mean is the sex better because Bryan’s cock is so much bigger than yours?” Grace asked.

Caleb moaned and nodded.

“Yes, it is,” Grace said. “Size matters, and Bryan has a great deal more size than you. He’s longer and thicker and it feels better when it’s inside me. He reaches places inside me that no man has ever reached and when he’s really deep in my pussy there’s something indescribably pleasurable about it. It makes my toes curl when he takes his time fucking me slowly and deeply. And the thickness, Caleb, the thickness makes such a difference.”

Caleb closed his eyes and moaned as his wife took him to that place of pleasure he’d been to so often in the two months she’d been seeing Bryan. It was as if she was naturally gifted at delivering the kind of gentle humiliation that turned him on more than almost anything, and despite knowing that it was risky to desire it, Caleb wanted more.

“Do you think you could go back to my cock, if you and Bryan broke up, let’s say?” Caleb asked.

“Oh, no, I don’t think so,” Grace replied with a smile. “Your cock isn’t big enough for me. Not anymore. Now that I’ve discovered how much better sex can be when I’m with a well hung man, I can’t go back. I’d have a hard time thinking about anything other than how good Bryan’s cock felt and how disappointing your cock feels.”

“What if I fucked you right now?” Caleb asked. “Would it be disappointing? Compared to Bryan, at least?”

“Yes, it would be,” Grace answered.

Caleb studied his wife’s beautiful face as he considered chasing the humiliation he craved. Even thinking of being inside her and being told he was inadequate was enough to deepen the lust simmering in his loins, to the point that he couldn’t resist. He knew it was potentially unwise, but he couldn’t stop himself. He had to ask.

“Can I fuck you?” Caleb asked.

Grace smiled and stroked his cock a little faster. “Are you sure? It was only a day ago that Bryan fucked me. If I think about it I can still feel his cock inside me. I can still feel the pleasure of having him thrust in and out of me. Are you sure you want to try and compete with that, Caleb? I don’t think you’ll succeed.”

Somewhere, deep in the recesses of his mind, the sane part of Caleb’s mind shouted at him not to chase the humiliation he craved. That part of him stood no chance at shouting loud enough, though. Caleb was lost in his desire and the only thing he wanted was to slide into his wife’s pussy and to hear her say that he wasn’t big enough or good enough to satisfy her.

“I want it more than anything,” he said. “Please, Grace, let me fuck you.”

Grace released his cock, rolled onto her back, and said, “Go ahead. Fuck me.”

Caleb moved between her legs, pulled Grace’s satin panties off, and buried his tongue in her pussy. It thrilled him to find her wet with desire – it made him feel like she enjoyed their dalliances with cuckold humiliation – and when Grace moaned in pleasure Caleb took heart in his ability to make his wife feel good despite his shortcomings compared to Bryan.

“Fuck me, Caleb,” she implored him. “Put your cock inside me.”

Caleb crawled forward and slid into his wife’s steamy, slippery pussy. She pulled him close as he buried every inch inside her and held it there.

“Does my pussy feel good?” Grace asked.

“It’s perfect,” Caleb answered. “You feel perfect, Grace.” He looked into her eyes as a question lingered on his lips. His heart pounded hard at the idea of asking it, for he knew the answer would thrill him. “Does my cock feel good?”

“No,” Grace answered. “I can barely feel your cock. It’s like you’re not even inside me.”

Caleb moaned and fucked her faster as his balls tightened and his loins came alive with a particularly intense form of pleasure.

Grace seemed to pick up on his desire as she smiled and said, “Your dick is too small for me. It’s too small to make me cum. It’s too small to make me feel anything.”

“Oh, fuck, Grace,” Caleb said as he felt his orgasm approaching with remarkable speed.

“Bryan fucks me so much better than you,” Grace continued. “His big cock feels so much better inside me than your little dick does. You were made to be a cuckold, baby.”

Caleb buried his cock inside her and climaxed. His toes curled and his legs trembled as pleasure exploded from between his legs while he came inside his wife. Grace wrapped her arms around him, pulled Caleb close, and kissed his cheeks and neck as the aftershocks of pleasure worked their way through his body. Her touch was warm and comforting, which was particularly nice as Caleb dealt with a touch of post-orgasmic emotional pain from his lusty pursuit of erotic humiliation.

After pulling out, Caleb asked, “Can I make you cum?”

Grace smiled and replied, “I appreciate the offer, but I’m okay. I thoroughly enjoyed making you cum, though. It is kind of amazing how much you enjoy being cuckolded and how much just a little bit of dirty talk gets you off.”

Caleb tried his best not to feel disappointed – and a little worried – that Grace had little interest in him providing an orgasm, but it still bothered him. He wondered if he’d made a mistake in lustily pursuing the pleasure that came with having the size of his cock humiliated, and yet even in that moment Caleb knew he’d end up doing it again. He knew he couldn’t resist.

“I will take a foot massage, though,” Grace said.

Caleb’s face lit up with a smile. “Of course.” He moved to the foot of the bed, set Grace’s foot in his lap, and offered a massage that put a smile on her face.

“Do you mind if I text Bryan while you’re rubbing my feet?” she asked.

“No, of course not,” Caleb replied. He minded a little, but he wasn’t going to disappoint Grace. After all, she’d just provided him with one of the best orgasms of his life, so it didn’t feel right to tell her what she could and couldn’t do.

Instead, Caleb rubbed his wife’s beautiful feet and watched as she texted with her boyfriend, the man whose cock provided her with the orgasms she truly craved. A sense of concern festered in the back of his mind, but Caleb refused to let it emerge from the recesses of his thoughts, for the joy of a great cuckold-fueled orgasm still resonated throughout his body and he wasn’t willing to forgo future orgasms of that same caliber. He just couldn’t do it.