Becca Bellamy
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Rewards for a Good Cuckold - Part 2
🕑 Added 2025-09-25 04:17:47 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
Marie knows her husband exceptionally well, which is why the rewards he earns are a little different than most men. After an exceptionally good few weeks as her cuck, Marie treats Reese to a reward that lasts all day and well into the night and includes humiliation and a wealth of teasing, both of which he craves more than most men would.
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Reese wasn't sure his wife would be in their bed when he woke up on Friday morning. She'd gone to Marco's directly after work for what Reese thought would be a quickie. Instead, they'd had dinner together and Marie had texted to say she'd be staying a little longer. By the time midnight rolled around she still wasn't home so he went to bed thinking she'd decided to spend the night with her lover.
She hadn't, though. Reese could hear her breathing as the morning sunlight spilled into the room. He rolled over to see his beautiful wife tucked under the covers. He inched closer and kissed her cheek. He moved to leave the bed and begin the morning's work, but Marie rolled towards him and draped her arm over his body.
"I'm sorry I got home so late last night," she said.
"You don't have to apologize. You're welcome to spend as much time with Marco as you want."
A hazy smile spread across her face. "I should have texted, and I'm sorry I didn't. I got caught up in enjoying his many talents, as it turned out."
Marie's hand moved between Reese's legs and she teased him until he was hard and eager for pleasure that almost certainly wouldn't arrive.
"You deserve a reward," she whispered as her lips brushed against his neck. "And I think I've come up with something that you'll enjoy."
She straddled him and for a moment Reese allowed himself to believe his wife was going to have sex with him. She rested her hands on his chest and dragged her hips back and forth over his crotch, igniting a torrent of desire. Marie sat back, took his hands, and placed them on her breasts, urging him to caress her through the soft satin of her camisole.
"You're so hard," she said.
"You're so beautiful...and it's been a while since you let me cum."
Marie smiled. "And why is that?"
"Because I'm a cuckold. Because I can't fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Because I don't deserve to cum anywhere near as often as you and Marco get to cum."
"No, you don't."
She leaned down and kissed his neck. Her tongue danced over his skin and for a moment she took his earlobe between her lips and sucked on it, moaning so beautifully that his dick throbbed with a desire that bordered on being painful.
"You deserve a reward, though," she said. "And I've come up with a multi-part pleasure for you."
Marie took her panties off and crawled forward until she was sitting astride his face.
"Inhale," she instructed.
Reese breathed deeply and the scent of his wife's pussy filled his nose. It wasn't just her pussy, though. It was cum. It was sex. It was an aged version of those scents, too, and it was far more potent than it would have been the night before.
"You smell incredible," he said. "Like...well, it smells like my cuckolding, I suppose."
Marie seemed delighted. "It's your cuckolding. It's passion. It's desire. It's my lust for another man. It's Marco's cum. It's Marco's lust for me. Many men would find the scent abhorrent, but to you it's a reward to be granted the thrill of inhaling the scent of my well-used pussy, just like it's going to be a reward for me to ride your face to multiple orgasms."
She lowered her pussy to his face and began to ride in a more aggressive manner than Reese was used to. Marie had seemingly little interest in his tongue. Instead, she moved her pussy from his chin to his forehead, riding him like he was an inanimate object, a sex toy meant to generate friction against her clit.
Everywhere her pussy wet, Marie left behind a thin sheen of her juices. She left behind the scent that emanated from the place that Marco had fucked and filled with multiple loads of cum the night before.
Marie claimed multiple orgasms while riding his face and each time she came, thick juices leaked out of her, leaving his face soaked by the time she'd satisfied herself and dismounted to head for the shower.
"Your first reward is that you get to wear my scent on your face all day long, my love," she said with a smile. "You may not shower or wash your face at any time. You will spend your day inhaling the smell of sex, of your cuckolding, as you put it."
"Thank you," he said.
Marie blew him a kiss. "I'm up early enough for a real breakfast today. I'd like a soft scramble served on sourdough with a side of fruit. And coffee, of course." She gestured towards the door. "Off you go. Oh, one more thing, actually."
"What's that?"
She stepped into the closet and emerged a few moments later with a pair of panties dangling from her fingers. "I wore these last night. I got fucked in them once. I put them on after each time he fucked me to soak up his cum. They're still damp, actually, and I'm sure the smell is borderline overpowering at this point."
Reese stared at the black lace boyshort panties dangling from his wife's finger.
"These panties are a gift, Reese. You get to wear them today. You get to feel them against your disappointing cock all day long. You get to feel the damp cum against your little dick. You get to wear a reminder of your status all day long. Isn't that generous of me?"
He stood and walked towards his wife. "It is. Thank you, Marie."
She handed him the panties and Reese took off his boxers, held the underwear under his nose to once more inhale the scent of his cuckolding, and then stepped into the panties and pulled them up his legs. They were snug, but he was surprised at how nice it felt to have the soft, damp lace against his cock and balls.
Marie cupped his genitals and kissed his neck. "Your disappointing dick looks awfully good in lace, my love. Perhaps I'll reward you with the pleasure of wearing my used panties more often."
His cock throbbed and the restrictive nature of her underwear led to an ache that Reese couldn't help but enjoy. "I'd like that," he said.
"I know you would. I know you better than anyone, my love. Now get on your knees and kiss my feet to show your gratitude. Then you can make my breakfast."
Reese dropped to his knees and kissed his wife's feet as instructed. He felt the panties stretch over his ass and he delighted in the notion that it would be practically impossible to forget that he was wearing his wife's used underwear, that he would spend his entire day being reminded that she'd fucked someone else the night before, that she preferred to fuck that man, that she'd taken multiple loads of that man's cum in her pussy.
Marie stepped into the bathroom and Reese put on a t-shirt and headed for the kitchen. He prepared coffee and breakfast for both of them and timed it almost perfectly as the food was ready not long after his wife stepped into the kitchen in a fluffy white robe.
"So, are you excited about the convention?" Marie asked as she dug into her eggs.
She was referring to the sci-fi convention in a month's time. Reese had achieved enough success in the field that he'd been invited to join a panel of indie sci-fi authors and he'd spend a few hours signing books - he'd self-published a few paperback collections of his stories - at a booth. It was the first time he'd been invited to a convention and to say that he was excited was an understatement.
"I really am," he answered. "More than excited, actually."
"I'm really proud of you, you know."
Marie had never scoffed at his career choice. In fact, she'd always been fully supportive, more so than the spouses of some of the authors he'd chatted with online. It still felt good to hear her give voice to her pride, though.
"That means more to me than I can say," he replied.
She took his hand and squeezed it gently. "I was thinking we could have a little fun that weekend."
"What kind of fun?"
"Well, you can so no because it's your weekend, but what if we got a suite and I invited Marco to join us? I could spend the weekend rewarding you handsomely for your success."
Reese pictured himself sleeping on the couch in the hotel suite as his wife and her lover spent the night together in bed. He pictured being able to watch or being made to listen. He pictured himself helping Marie prepare to get fucked. He pictured himself fluffing and cleaning up. He imagined his wife coming up with all manner of ways to make a weekend of cuckolding feel truly special as a reward for Reese having achieved a level of success in his writing career that he'd never imagined possible.
"I'd love that," he said. "Do you think Marco would come?"
"Do I think he'd enjoy spending the weekend fucking me and cuckolding you in all kinds of inventive ways? Yes, my love, I think he would enjoy that immensely. I would, too. I've already come up with a few ideas for how to make it fun for you, but I'm sure I'll have even more by the time we get there. After all, you deserve to be celebrated in the very special way that might only appeal to you."
"Can you share an idea?" he asked.
She smiled and sipped her coffee. "Well, I think it would be fun if you wore a pair of cum-soaked panties during your panel, especially if you'd been denied an orgasm for a few weeks. Can you imagine how hard it would be to stay focused while your cute little cock and balls were soaked in Marco's cum?"
Marie's foot moved between his legs and massaged his cock through the damp panties.
"I do love that you made me wear your used panties today...it really is a reward and if there was a fresh load of cum in them, that would be really hot."
"I know it would, my love. I know you better than you know yourself and I want to take care of you, to reward you for being good. That's just one idea, though. I want to make the weekend special for you."
"I love you, Marie."
She lifted her foot to his mouth and he kissed her toes, tasting just a hint of what had soaked into her panties. "I love you too, and I think you should make me cum one more time and then follow me to the bedroom so you can help dress me for work."
Reese fell to his knees and she parted her legs. He tended to her clit with his tongue as Marie finished her breakfast, sipped her coffee, and eventually put a hand on the back of his head for a short while before having yet another orgasm.
He wasn't often called upon to help dress her for work, but Reese always enjoyed it. He felt a little like a servant, but there was something intoxicating about that experience and he couldn't get enough of it, especially since she was often quite demanding and would reprimand him if he dressed her poorly.
Right before she left, Marie pulled yet another item of clothing from the closet. It was a button up shirt, but Reese didn't recognize it.
"This is Marco's," she said. "He wore it to work yesterday. I wore it, too. I put it on after he fucked me the first time. We cuddled together as I wore it. We had dinner as I wore it. We had drinks on his couch as I wore it. Then he fucked me in it. Twice, actually. Now you're going to wear it all day. You're going to smell him on it. You're going to smell me on it. You're going to know that I got fucked in the shirt and panties you're going to spend your entire day in. You're going to be immersed in your cuckolding, my love, all day long."
"Thank you," Reese said as he took the shirt from her. She was right about the smell. It was a mixture of Marco, Marie, and sex and it was utterly intoxicating.
She left for work soon after, accepting another coffee in a travel cup and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Reese set about his day's work, first doing the breakfast dishes and then a bit of tidying around the house before he sat down to write.
He hadn't made much progress when Marie texted half an hour later.
"I made an audio recording of Marco fucking me last night. It was my first time wearing the shirt and panties. I want you to listen to it and rub yourself. Keep your useless cock in those pretty panties, though. Get hard. Leak precum. No orgasms, though."
"Thank you," he said, acknowledging that Marie had, in fact, offered him a series of rewards that day as she'd ensured he would spend hours immersed in the pleasure of his cuckolding.
He played the file she'd sent and the sounds of a blowjob emanated from his phone.
"Fuck," Marco said. "That feels so fucking good, Marie."
His cock had to have been soaked with her saliva. The sounds of wetness were far too loud for anything else. She must have been using her hand to stroke him, too, and it made for a blissful listening experience. Reese leaned back and rubbed himself through the panties, using two fingers to do so. He looked down and it instantly struck him that he was masturbating in the same way his wife did, that he was rubbing his cock like it was a clit. It was a thoroughly humiliating realization, and yet that humiliation brought him pleasure, as it almost always did.
"You look good in my shirt, you know."
The sound of slow, wet cock stroking filled Reese's ears.
"I'd like to keep it on while you fuck me. I'd like to take it home with me, too."
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to make Reese wear it tomorrow. A reward for him. He gets to wear a superior man's shirt. He gets to smell you. He gets to smell me. He gets to smell the sex we had. He gets to be reminded of his status all day long."
"His status as the lesser man?"
Marie moaned and Reese found himself doing the same thing. He liked being reminded that Marco was sexually superior to him. It had always turned him on and he was certain it always would.
More blowjob sounds emanated from his phone and Reese was fairly certain he heard some ball sucking, too, as his wife put on a show for her lover. Reese wondered how much was for his benefit and how much was simply that Marie put in far more effort to serve Marco's cock than she ever had with her husband.
"I need to get fucked," she said. "And fucked hard, Marco. Don't hold back. Pound my married pussy."
"With pleasure."
They shifted. Reese closed his eyes and imagined his wife being put into position to be fucked hard. The sound of kissing led him to picture Marie on her back as Marco slid into her. He pictured her wearing the shirt and panties he had on. It was just as humiliating as Marie seemed to imagine it would be and his dick was so hard that it actually hurt a little in the confines of the tight lace panties.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
The sounds of sex filled Reese's office. There was kissing and moaning and flesh meeting flesh. He closed his eyes and let the pleasure wash over him. Then, in an instant, Reese was on the verge of an orgasm. He pulled his hand from his crotch and leaned forward as his balls tightened and his cock swelled up. He very nearly came, too, risking a punishment of some kind from his wife.
A bit of cum escaped his cock, but he'd held off on fully spilling his load, to his great relief. Reese listened to the rest of the audio, but he mostly played with his balls, keeping away from his dick because he clearly couldn't handle the pleasure that Marie had gifted him in the form of panties, a shirt, and a face that remained covered in her dried juices from the marathon ride she'd taken on his head earlier that day.
"Thank you for the audio," he texted. "That was incredible."
"Don't thank me yet," she replied. "You're going to listen to it once an hour and you're going to rub your disappointing dick while you do. I want you absolutely dripping with desire by the time I get home, Reese."
He wouldn't be getting much writing done that day, but Reese was just fine with that, especially if it meant he'd spend hours immersed in a state of intense arousal.
By the time Marie got home, Reese had listened to the audio ten times. He'd rubbed his cock and balls through the panties each time and they remained damp thanks to the steady flow of precum dripping from his dick.
"Join me in the bedroom," she said with a smile upon stepping into the house.
Reese followed and undressed his wife at her instruction. He folded her clothes neatly and took note of the wet spot in her black satin panties.
"In the bed," she said.
He crawled into the bed and rolled onto his back. Marie removed her panties and Reese spotted thick white cream in the gusset. She followed his gaze and smiled.
"Yes, I got fucked," she said. "I listened to the audio I sent you a few times and got turned on enough that I had to have him again. I came home as soon as he unloaded inside me as I wanted to give you another reward."
Marie moved to the side of the bed and gestured for Reese to lift his head. He did so and she placed the cum-filled gusset of her panties over his mouth while placing them on his head. He was effectively wearing two pair of panties at that point. One over his crotch and one over his face.
Marie straddled him and pulled his cock from the boyshort panties he’d worn all day. She surprised Reese by taking him inside her, bathing him in her cum-filled pussy. His erection throbbed with pleasure as Marie immersed it in another man's cum.
"Lick his load from my panties," she said. "Right now."
He ran his tongue over the gusset, licking up Marco's cum and swallowing what ended up in his mouth. She rocked her hips back and forth, riding him in a slow, teasing manner while rubbing her clit against his pelvis.
"This is not how most men choose to fuck their wives," she said softly. "Wearing my used panties on your face and licking a superior man's load out of them. This is exciting for you, though. This is the sort of thing you crave. This should really be the only way you're allowed inside me. You should be reminded of your status, of your inferiority, every single time I permit you in my pussy."
Reese arched his back as the pleasure built in his loins.
Marie rested her hands on his chest and dug her fingernails into his skin. She was gentle, but he felt just a hint of pain. Reese moaned, though, as it felt surprisingly good.
"Cum inside me, Reese," Marie said as she rode him faster. "Cum inside me while you wear a superior man's shirt, while you wear my messy panties on your face, while you eat a superior man's fucking load!"
Reese's body shuddered as he came inside his wife, as he experienced an orgasm so blissful he could scarcely wrap his mind around the intensity of the pleasure coursing through his body.
As soon as he'd finished cumming, Marie lifted her hips, dragged them forward, and held her pussy over his face. Cum dripped out of her and onto him and the panties. He closed his eyes and received a facial, of sorts, doing so with a smile on his face and aftershocks of pleasure ripping through his body.
Marie used her fingers to pull the panties aside and expose his mouth. She dropped her pussy onto it and Reese put his tongue to work, licking feverishly to give his wife the orgasm he presumed she wanted.
After cumming, Marie sat next to him and ran her fingers through the cum all over his face.
"Did you enjoy your rewards today?"
"More than you can imagine."
"Good. Remember, though, that you only get rewards when you're a good cuckold, when you prove that you know your place, when you put my needs ahead of yours."
"I know. I'll be good. I will."
"Then I'll keep rewarding you and as long as you're good for the next month we're going to have the time of our lives at the convention, I can promise you that."
Reese had been deeply excited about the convention, but now he was certain it had a chance to be one of the best weekends of his life, and that was absolutely something to look forward to.
