Becca Bellamy
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Submission is Bliss...and so is Domination - Part 8
🕑 Added 2025-09-17 04:39:04 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
There's nothing quite like a lingerie shopping trip with your dominant hotwife, is there? Contained within this story is two quick tales from two different shopping trips, one of which involves another woman and one which involves a bit of teasing graduating to a full-on quickie cuckolding. Enjoy :)
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One of the most fascinating elements of cuckolding my husband is the push and pull he experiences when he's in the midst of what I sometimes think of as a 'cuck moment.'
These are the moments where he experiences conflicting emotions, like when I instruct him to clean me after Edgar has unleashed inside me. Neil has little interest in consuming another man's seed, but he has a great deal of interest in the humiliating pleasure of being ordered to do so because he is an inferior lover when compared to my bull.
Most people run from those moments. The cognitive dissonance proves to be too much to handle. From what I understand, even some of the men that claim to want to be cuckolded find themselves running from these moments, such is the potency of the dissonance that occupies their minds when they're in the midst of a cuck moment.
My husband sometimes has the urge to run, even if it's just emotionally. Who could blame him? I like to dominate him. I like to, in my way, humiliate him. I like it in part because he gets off on it, but that's not the only reason. I get off on it, too. I like the power I have over him. It makes me wet, as I'm sure you know if you've read the previous entries in my tale.
You might think that these cuck moments only occur when Neil witnesses me with my bull, but that's not the case. In fact, as a dominant hotwife, those moments happen with some frequency. Sometimes they're merely submissive moments, like when Neil requests to pleasure my pussy and I instead make him suck on my toes while I masturbate to an orgasm.
I enjoy indulging in that sort of pleasure, but it's the cuck moments that really get me off and I find myself sometimes introducing those moments when I needn't have done so. Let me tell you of one such instance.
As you might imagine, Neil enjoys taking me shopping for lingerie and outfits to wear for other men. He likes that I'm so eager to look my best for the man that satisfies my sexual desires. He likes that I often go out of my way to dress exactly as my bull desires, or that I'm willing to try new fashions and lingerie styles in the name of keeping things fresh and fun and sexy for my bull. Those shopping trips can be simple, straightforward afternoons designed to load me up with pretty things to wear, but they're a great deal more fun if they're also filled with cuck moments for my husband.
As I've mentioned before, my confidence went through the roof when I became a hotwife. I like it when I enter a room and garner the attention of damn near every man. I even like it when my confidence sometimes proves off-putting to the women in the room as they see me as a threat. They're not always wrong about that, by the way, as I've fucked a few married men in my time as a hotwife, though not always knowingly.
It seems that men are especially enamored with a confident, beautiful woman walking into a lingerie store. I immediately become an object of fantasy. I become the woman they wish they were married to, the one that eyes the lingerie with excitement, that looks at each piece like it might inspire a wealth of desire in the man I wish to have inside me. The other men in the store - even those there with their wives - look at me like they wish they were the man I was buying lingerie for. That alone provides a wealth of small cuck moments for Neil, but it's a great deal more fun when I can turn up the heat a little.
Some women find me threatening, but there are some that are drawn to me, to my confidence. Those are almost always the women that wish they possessed the strong sense of self-belief that I exude. When I take note of a woman like that, I almost always find a way to let her know that my husband is a cuckold, that my confidence is at least partly born from the fact that I'm free to fuck whoever I want and as a result I find that men are drawn to me, that they desire me, and that their desire makes me feel such wonderful things.
A few years ago we were shopping for lingerie when I spotted a woman ten years my junior standing in a section dedicated almost entirely to lingerie made from leather and leather-like materials.
"You'd look phenomenal in that," I said as she ran her fingers over a bodysuit.
I caught her by surprise and she jumped a little while yanking her hand away from the lingerie like it was on fire.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you." I held out my hand. "I'm Jess."
"Oh, I'm Stephanie, and it's okay. The surprise, I mean."
"Who are you shopping for, if I may ask?" I queried.
She looked back at the lingerie and then glanced at the floor. "No one, actually. I just thought...I don't know, I just thought that maybe I'd buy something for the kind of woman...I don't know, for the kind of woman I feel like I want to be."
"I understand that completely."
Stephanie glanced over my shoulder at Neil, who was standing a handful of steps behind me.
"That's my husband, Neil," I said. "He takes me shopping to buy lingerie that I can wear for the men I cuckold him with."
Stephanie's eyes went wide.
I laughed and reached out to reassuringly touch her forearm. "Oh, don't worry. He likes it - to a certain degree, at least - when I share his naughty little secret. Though I suppose the most honest thing to say would be that it turns me on - a little bit - to share his secret with other women."
She looked at Neil and back at me. "You mean that you...that you have sex with other men?"
"Often while my husband watches," I explained. "Sometimes he even participates in the way a cuck should, which is to say that he does exactly as I command and nothing more."
I noted that Stephanie's cheeks and chest had turned a slight shade of red and took it as a sign of arousal, albeit of a minor variety.
"Before I started cucking him, though, I was like you."
"Like me?" she asked.
I nodded and smiled sweetly at her. "Lacking in confidence, shall we say, though I mean no harm by the comment. I just mean to assure you that I know where you're coming from, that I've been where you are, and that you should absolutely buy that piece of lingerie for yourself, that you should wear it the next time you go on a date."
She glanced at the bodysuit once more. "Do you really think so? What if...what if things went a certain way on the date and I ended up wanting to be with the man. What if he saw the lingerie? What would he think of me?"
I chuckled. "He'd think you were a confident, self-possessed woman that was going to blow his mind in so many different ways."
Her smile made it seem like she'd been quite eager to hear someone say such a thing.
"May I ask, Stephanie, are you attracted to this kind of lingerie because you have certain desires when it comes to bedroom play? Are you, to be somewhat vague about it, a woman who prefers to be on top?"
She looked embarrassed, though I took that to mean that I'd hit the nail on the head.
"Yes," Stephanie replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Then you should absolutely buy this lingerie. You should wear it on a date when you think there's a chance you'll have a little fun with a man. You'll be able to tell from his reaction to this lingerie if he's the man for you. Oh, and you should absolutely sit on his face on that date, which will tell you without a doubt if he's the man for you."
Again she looked at the lingerie, but this time she smiled and plucked it from the rack. She held it up against her body and I turned to Neil and held out my hand to urge him closer.
"Neil, darling, if you were on a date with beautiful young Stephanie, you'd be eager for her to sit on your face, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," he admitted. "Especially in that lingerie."
Stephanie looked my husband up and down and I saw her smile. That wasn't unexpected, though. Neil's a handsome man, after all, and he doesn't actually emanate the energy of a submissive. He's the kind of man a woman would love to have beneath her, which is, by the way, part of why it's so much fun to dominate and humiliate him.
"Have you ever sat on a man's face, Stephanie?"
She shook her head and again I reached out to reassuringly touch her forearm.
"Oh, you absolutely must. It's such a rush to have him beneath you, to hold his head between your legs, to take what you desire from him while he surrenders to your power, while he gives his mouth over to you for your pleasure. I promise, you will not be disappointed if you put in the effort to find a man who will treasure the chance to lie beneath you and offer his mouth for your satisfaction."
I saw her chest flush once more. I relished the fact that I'd heightened her arousal, that I'd contributed to what I'd hoped was a significant sense of desire now coursing through her.
"And for what it's worth, I can vouch for the endless fun offered by finding a man that's willing to be your cuckold, that's willing to support you in your quest to fuck other men and to explore your sexuality by doing so."
Stephanie looked at Neil again. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, which put a smile on my face.
"Thank you, Jess," she said. "I'm going to buy this lingerie because of you, and I'm going to find a man that will be...well, that will be like you described. The truth is, I want to find that sort of man. I want to see what it's like."
We said our goodbyes and I grabbed a version of the black leather-style bodysuit in my size and took Neil to the fitting room. There wasn't enough room for me to sit on his face, but I did put him on his knees, grab his head, and smother him with my pussy before having an orgasm that left my legs shaking. I bought the lingerie, too - it looked great on me - and when we got home I had Neil give me a massage before I put it on and sat on his face for half an hour, claiming several orgasms while denying him even the pleasure of my hand around his cock.
There was another cuck moment at a lingerie shop that I think you might enjoy hearing about. I had a third date with a potential new bull and we were going to fuck after that date so I wanted to look good for him. I also like having Neil buy me something new when I fuck a new bull the first time. It's a ritual of sorts that helps my cuck remember his place and helps me remember that men love it when you dress in something sexy for them.
While shopping, I spotted a man there on his own. He was a few years older than me, handsome, and in good shape, at least based on how he filled out the dress shirt he had on. He struck me as a married man seeking to buy something for his wife, though I detected a hint of unhappiness in him, like the shopping trip was a desperate attempt to reignite the spark in his marriage.
He saw me looking at him and I waved in a decidedly flirty manner. He looked at Neil - who was right next to me - and then smiled at me. I then pulled a piece of red lace lingerie from the rack and held it up against my body. I glanced at him and then looked at my husband.
"Do you think he'll like it?" I asked loud enough for the married man to hear.
Neil smiled and I'm pretty sure he knew what I was doing because he looked a little uncomfortable. "You'll look incredible in that, Jess. He'll love it. He's a very lucky man."
I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm the lucky one, cuck. He's handsome. He's got a big cock. He almost certainly knows how to fuck a woman. Tonight, he's going to fuck me as many times as I want it and you're going to sit at home like a good cuck."
I handed Neil the lingerie, turned, and glanced towards the married man. I made a point of not paying him too much attention, but I did look long enough to see that I still had his attention and that he seemed intrigued.
I led my cuck around the store and picked out a handful of other items that I'd try on before choosing my lingerie for the night. I routinely shared glances with the married man and when he was close enough I made sure to ask Neil if he thought my potential bull would like whatever lingerie I'd selected. By the end of it, my husband was sporting half an erection and I could see that he'd made a little wet spot in the front of his jeans as precum had leaked from his cock.
We made our way to the fitting rooms and I had Neil wait outside for me. I changed into the red lace lingerie and emerged to see my husband and the married man talking. They both turned to look at me as I walked towards them like a model strutting her stuff at a fashion show. Both sets of eyes were glued to me as I stopped at the entrance to the fitting area and put my hands on my hips.
"What do you think?"
"You're breathtaking," the married man said.
"Agreed," Neil added.
I walked towards them both, though I had eyes only for the married man. "Are you here shopping for your wife?" I asked.
He nodded.
"And are you hoping that lingerie will reignite your sex life?"
He seemed surprised, but he nodded.
"It probably won't. Your wife will no doubt enjoy feeling sexy, but I bet the lingerie won't do that for her. Your desire will. Do you feel desire?"
He glanced at my breasts, which looked fantastic in the semi-sheer red lace. The lascivious nature of his stare bothered me not one whit, for it's precisely what I wanted.
"Do you desire me?" I asked before he could answer my previous question.
"Yes."
"Would you fuck me if I told you I wanted you?"
He was taken aback for a moment and there was a look of genuine shock on his face. "Yes, I would," he answered.
He was quite obviously not a good husband, which was probably why his sex life was suffering. I didn't know him or his wife, though, and I found myself tempted to indulge in a bit of pleasure.
"You'd fuck me even though you've just met my husband?"
"If you asked me to fuck you, then I would have to assume your husband was on board with it."
"And what about your wife?"
"It would even the score," he said, succinctly explaining why he felt no compunction about stepping out on her.
I took a step closer and rested a hand on his chest. "She made you a cuck?"
There was a flash of anger. He was not like Neil. He was not a man that wanted to be cucked. His wife had cheated, though I knew that. Very few men want to be cucked, which is why I'm a lucky woman.
"She cheated," he said, the anger gone. "I wasn't intending on getting revenge, but I'm not against the idea."
I smiled. "Wait here."
I turned and walked back to the fitting room. I tried on a black lace bra, panty, and garter belt set. I strutted down the hallway towards them. I spun around to show how much of my ass the thong revealed. I grabbed the door frame of the fitting area, arched my back, and bent over a little, giving him a taste of how good it would look if I let him have me from behind.
"Do you want me?" I asked softly.
"More than anything."
I approached. I nearly kissed him, pulling away at the last moment. I walked back to the fitting room. I put on a pink baby doll and panties. It was entirely sheer with lace trim. It wasn't my usual style, but I thought perhaps my potential bull was more into the overtly feminine look so I figured I'd try it on. It looked better than I'd expected and I imagined it would be even more appealing without panties. For some reason I thought it would look quite good if I'd shaved my pussy, which I resolved to have Neil do if I chose the baby doll.
I stepped out of the fitting room and did my strut once more. The married man's eyes went wide. I'd clearly found the lingerie he preferred. As I got close he reached out and pulled me to him. He kissed me. I would have pushed away and stopped him, but there was an instant sense of electricity between us. His tongue entered my mouth. His hands found my ass. He squeezed it hard. Then he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. We were practically dry humping in the air.
I put an end to it before too long. I told him I was going to change back into my clothes and buy the pink lingerie. I told him that if he wanted me, he could fuck me in my car while my husband watched from the front seat.
A cuck moment had become full-on cuckolding.
We went to the car. The married man and I got in the back seat. We kissed. We stripped each other naked. Neil watched it all from the front seat. I gave the married man a quick blowjob while he fingered my exceedingly wet pussy. I had Neil pass me a condom and I rolled it down the married man's sizable cock before straddling him and taking his thickness inside me.
I rode him until we'd both cum. I cucked my husband in a parking lot, which was significantly hotter than I'd expected it would be. I actually came twice and the married man had what seemed to be a fantastically good orgasm.
He thanked me afterwards. He asked for my number, but I declined to give it to him. Sometimes, a hotwife wants to fuck a guy just once, especially a married guy.
I stayed naked in the back seat - the back windows had tinting - as Neil drove me home. I masturbated twice, giving me four orgasms in a remarkably short span of time.
When we got home, Neil gave me another orgasm in the backseat and I gave him a handjob with the married man's used condom. It was a fantastically satisfying day that was only possible because I'm a dominant hotwife and my husband is a blissfully happy submissive cuckold.
