Becca Bellamy
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The Journey of a Submissive Cuckold - Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-06-02 05:52:07 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Your morning had been a challenge as you'd spent your time waiting for your beautiful wife to return from her night of cuckolding you.
Your afternoon was less of a challenge. You took her to lunch. You talked more of her time with him, though in less explicit details. Then you took her shopping so she could buy a dress and lingerie to wear for him that night.
The shopping trip was your idea. She had a dress she could wear. She even had lingerie. It was a Vegas trip, after all, so she'd packed with the intention of indulging in a bit of sinfulness.
It struck you that a submissive cuckold would do whatever he could to make his wife look and feel beautiful before she met with her lover, so you asked if you could buy her a new dress and lingerie so that she'd look especially good for her lover.
Her face lit up as you suggested it. She accepted your invitation and as soon as you stepped out of the restaurant she pulled you close for a soft, lingering kiss.
You spared no expense, taking her to The Shops at Crystals, an absurd collection of some of the most high-end brands in the world. You bought her an elegant, form-fitting white dress and the most beautiful black lace bra and panty set to wear for when the dress came off in his hotel room. The set came with a garter belt and your wife promised to bring a pair of stockings that she would change into once you were in her lover's suite.
He suggested that you all have dinner together before the evening's festivities. He booked a table at Lago, an exquisite restaurant at The Bellagio that overlooked the fountains.
He was waiting as you walked up. Your wife stepped away from you and into his arms. She did so seemingly without thinking. Their lips met and they kissed in such a deep manner that the hostess seemed surprised at the public display of affection. You were surprised, too, though it was tempered by a significant volume of desire that stirred in your loins.
He took her hand and you followed them into the restaurant. The hostess led you to a table for four - with a beautiful view of the fountains, of course - and your wife and her lover sat on one side of the table while you sat on the other.
"You look exquisite," he said to her. "Truly breathtaking."
She smiled and glanced at you. "My husband bought me this dress so that I'd look good for you. He bought me a lovely lingerie set, too. He's very committed to being a good cuckold."
You felt your face redden at the sudden humiliation coursing through you. He could have made it much worse, but instead he looked at you and smiled.
"You have excellent taste," he said. "And of course you're married to a stunningly beautiful, sexy woman. I'm grateful to have met her. I'm grateful for your very particular desires, too, because if not for them I wouldn't have spent the night with this glorious woman."
Your wife leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Her lips curled into a decidedly seductive smile before she said, "You mean you wouldn't have spent the night satisfying this glorious woman."
He smiled, turned to her, and they shared a kiss, though it was far less scandalous than their first of the evening. "That's right," he said. "Though, to be fair, you deserve a great deal of credit for your ability to make a man feel good."
Your wife's hand moved under the table as you noted the hunger in her eyes. She wanted him. She would have been more than happy to skip dinner in favor of rushing to his suite so he could ravage her body once more.
The dinner conversation largely revolved around getting to know each other a little more, though the more you learned about him the more you felt like an inferior version of a man. It didn't help that your wife was sitting as close to him as she could and seemingly missed no opportunity to touch or kiss him.
He didn't go into the nitty gritty details, but he mentioned that he worked at a hedge fund and was in town for a conference of some sort. He lived in New York. He showed off pictures of his apartment, which looked modern and hugely expensive and featured a deck with the most breathtaking city view you'd ever seen. In many ways, he was the kind of man that most women would do damn near anything to be with. You were not - and are not - that kind of man.
Not once did he rub it in your face, though. Only an insecure man would see fit to do that, and he was not an insecure man. He had no reason to be. Your wife was his. She'd made that clear from the moment she saw him that night and she continued to do so throughout dinner.
Mercifully, he paid the exorbitant check (who knew food could cost that much?). You thanked him profusely and he waved it off like it was nothing, probably because it was nothing for a man like him. He took your wife's hand and walked out of the restaurant. Then he put his arm around her and they strolled towards the elevators.
They got in first and you followed. He leaned against the far wall of the elevator car and she stepped into his arms as the doors closed. She was about to kiss him when she looked at you.
"Stand in the corner," she said. "Facing the corner, in fact. You can listen, but you can't watch."
He smirked and for a moment you trembled from the intense humiliation. Then you did as you were told. You wanted to be a submissive cuckold, after all, and arguing with your wife's command is not something a sub cuck would do.
They kissed - loudly and passionately - as you faced the corner of the elevator. Your wife moaned. You were pretty certain he smacked her ass at least once. Your cock stirred and you realized that being ordered to face the corner had actually deepened your arousal.
You remained in the corner as the elevator doors opened.
"You may follow," your wife said as they stepped into the hallway.
You followed and saw him place a hand on her ass for a few seconds before putting his arm around her once more. You felt a little like you were floating down the hallway and realized that it was your wife's dominance that had imbued you with that gleeful lightness. She was acting as you'd always fantasized. She was on the verge of cuckolding you again and she seemed to take no small amount of pleasure in dominating and humiliating you along the way.
You were awed upon stepping into his room. It was remarkably spacious with breathtaking views of the fountains and the strip. He'd undoubtedly paid a great sum for the pleasure of staying in the suite, but it struck you as well worth it.
"My cuckold is going to assist me in looking good for you," your wife said as she stepped away from him. "Why don't you pour yourself an after dinner drink?"
He lifted her hand to his lips, kissed it softly, and stepped away. Your wife led you into the huge bathroom, shut the door, and turned away from you. You unzipped her dress and carefully slid it from her shoulders and down her body. You folded it and hung it carefully over the shower door as she pulled a pair of elegant black seamed stockings from her purse.
The stockings were in your hand a moment later. She leaned against the bathroom counter and slipped off her heels as you dropped to your knees. Your wife was silent as you took your time pulling on the stockings. You ran your fingers over the impossibly soft nylon and leaned in to kiss the fabric a handful of times. She moaned as you did so and ran her fingers through your hair a handful of times.
It was the first time you'd dressed her in this manner, but it felt like you were embarking on a ritual that would repeat itself countless times. It thrilled you, thus the painful erection between your legs.
You slipped the heels back onto her feet once she was adorned in her stockings and then stood, stepped back, and admired how beautiful she looked.
"You're breathtaking," you said.
She turned and gazed at herself in the mirror. "Thank you for buying me something sexy to wear for him," she said. "I think this set is nicer than any lingerie I own, though I suppose it's fitting that the nicest lingerie I own should be worn for the man that has fucked me better than anyone I've ever been with."
She beckoned you closer and soon enough you were kissing. Her tongue moved deep into your mouth in a decidedly pornographic manner that you found thrilling.
"I need to make it clear that you're expected to behave tonight. By which I mean, you will remain silent unless you're spoken to. You will watch, but you will not masturbate. You will do as you're told if either of us makes a request, but otherwise you will do your best to remain invisible. If you cannot behave I will banish you from his room, spend the night with him, and end our little experiment once the morning has arrived. Do you understand?"
You nodded. "I'll be a good submissive cuckold for you." It felt good to say it, to label yourself in that way, to make clear to both of you that you knew exactly what you were.
"Good," she said. "Now I'm going to go out there and suck his cock while he enjoys his drink. My desire to pleasure him with my mouth might surprise you, given that I'm not usually that kind of woman. However, I'm sure you already understand that he's a much different kind of man from the one I usually have sex with."
She meant that he was a different kind of man than you. The humiliation induced both arousal and angst and for a few moments the battle between them played out in your body, producing a whole host of feelings both pleasant and unpleasant.
Then your wife left the bathroom. You followed. You saw him sitting in a plush-looking armchair with a view of the fountains, which were firing high into the air. His attention was squarely focused on your wife, though, and with good reason. She looked flawless in her lingerie and heels and he understood he was moments away from getting his dick sucked by a beautiful married woman.
She bent over, plucked the drink from his hand, and took a sip before kissing him deeply. You felt a twinge of jealousy at the kiss, in part because it seemed so passionate, so full of desire.
Your wife sank to her knees, placed his drink back in his hand, and removed his pants. His underwear soon followed and she took his half hard cock in her mouth and offered the kind of blowjob you'd never received.
He closed his eyes, sat back, and moaned. Of course he did. Your wife was sucking his cock like a goddess would. She took most of his shaft in her mouth, paused, and pulled back slowly while sucking her cheeks in. She kissed and licked the head. She sucked and fondled his balls. She was a woman showing her appreciation to the man that had fucked her to multiple blissful orgasms that night before. She was, to your mind, at least, a woman doing everything she could to make sure this man remembered her long after their Vegas tryst had come to end.
"Get me a condom, cuckold," your wife demanded after a long, slow blowjob. She pointed towards the nightstand and you hurried over, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom. You rushed to your wife's side and watched as she took him in her mouth once more, resuming the blowjob while he smiled down at her.
"Your wife sucks dick like very few women I've ever been with...but she fucks even better, cuckold," he said.
It felt different to hear him call you 'cuckold.' It was more humiliating. You wanted to turn and walk away, to escape the unpleasant feelings that his word choice had inspired. You remained still, though.
Your wife then took the condom from you and tore it open. She rolled it down his cock, stood, and kissed you without warning. Her tongue invaded your mouth and it was obvious she wasn't kissing you for connection. She was kissing you to share the taste of another man's cock. She was kissing you to humiliate you, to make you taste her tongue mere moments after his dick had been inside her mouth.
"Sit in that chair," she said. "Don't move unless one of us tells you otherwise, cuckold."
"Of course," you replied, just like a good submissive cuckold should.
He stood and your wife helped him out of his shirt, leaving him naked and eager to fuck her. They kissed as he grabbed her ass and fingered her pussy, as she stroked his cock and sucked on his tongue.
She pushed him into the bed and mounted him. His cock was inside her a moment later. She rolled her head back and moaned like a woman possessed, as if she'd been waiting her whole life for that beautiful moment when his thickness filled her.
You watched from the chair - the chair where he'd just gotten a blowjob - as your wife rode him. You watched her do so quickly and then slow down. You watched his cock fill her over and over again. You watched her pussy lips cling to his latex-wrapped shaft as she lifted her hips. You watched her body open up for him and welcome him deep inside her.
There was more to appreciate, though. She lowered her body on top of his and they kissed with wild passion. He played with her tits. He played with her ass. She told him how good his cock felt inside her. She told him how wet she was for him. He told her that her pussy felt better than any he'd ever fucked, a compliment that produced a wild, wondrous moan from your wife.
Then they climaxed together. Her pussy swallowed his cock and they both had an orgasm. You stared at the union of their bodies and held your breath as a sense of arousal unlike any other gripped your body. You knew in that moment that the memory would last forever, that you'd be able to call it up at a moment's notice and experience that same deep level of arousal, for there's no experience quite like the first time you witness another man cum while his cock is buried deep in your wife's pussy.
The experience was not without angst, of course, as you were also witnessing your wife experience the height of pleasure as a result of having sex with someone else. You felt as though your marriage hung in the balance, as though she might leave you because the pleasure was so overwhelming, as if she might understand that could do better than you.
You knew that it was the purest distillation of cuckolding. It was the real version of it, not the fantasy. It was the risk of it encapsulated in that moment where your wife and her lover were cumming because they had such intense sexual chemistry.
Afterwards, she collapsed on top of him. They shared slow, deep, beautiful kisses. His hands moved over body as his cock remained stiff inside her. It was beautiful to witness, though the intimacy of it inspired that same mixture of angst and arousal.
Eventually your wife lifted her pussy off his cock and turned towards you. Your gaze was fixed on his dick, though, on the cum in the tip of the condom. The cum that your wife's pussy had produced. The cum that felt like a symbol of your cuckolding, for he was the one who'd had an orgasm inside her. Not you.
"Did you enjoy watching?" she asked.
"Yes. Very much so. Thank you for letting me watch."
She removed the condom from his cock, crawled out of the bed, and approached you with the rubber dangling from her fingers. She stepped between your legs and stopped as you stared at the load that now swung just a handful of inches from your face.
"Last night, after the third time he'd fucked me, I thought about what I'd want to do if you were in the room," she said. "I'm not proud of it, but there was a part of me that wanted to punish you for having this desire, for wanting me to fuck other men. I tossed that thought away, though, mostly because I'd just had the best sex of my life because of your desire."
She looked over her shoulder and blew him a kiss before turning her attention back to you.
"Then I thought about what you'd want. To be honest, though, I'm not really familiar with what a cuckold wants after he's watched his wife get fucked by another man. Aside from an orgasm, of course."
You would have enjoyed an orgasm, but you kept your mouth shut.
"Then I thought about what he'd want," she said before quickly gesturing to the man who'd just fucked her. "So I asked him. Do you know what he said?"
You shook your head.
Your wife smiled and bent over, no doubt giving him an amazing view of her ass. "He said he'd want to watch you eat his cum."
It took every bit of willpower you possessed to remain still and quiet.
"After he said that, I thought about you, my love. I thought about your professed desire to be a submissive. A submissive cuckold, to be exact. I'll admit that I'm not well-versed in kink, but I'm pretty sure that being a good submissive means doing whatever your dominant partner desires. In fact, I'm pretty sure that sometimes it means doing things you really, really don't want to do. Isn't that right?"
"Yes," you admitted.
"So I've decided that you're going to eat his cum while he watches," she said. "I'm going to pour it into your mouth from his condom. You're going to hold it in your mouth until I give you permission to swallow. Once I give that permission, you're going to consume his cum while he watches and you're going to do so because I want to make him happy. Because he fucks me so much better than you do that he deserves to be happy, even if his happiness comes at your expense."
She was far more comfortable being dominant than you'd imagined possible. Every fiber of your being wanted to get up and walk out, for the idea of eating his cum was truly disgusting and deeply humiliating. You understood, though, that your burgeoning dom/sub relationship with your wife would come to an end if you refused her command.
So you opened your mouth and tilted your head back a little. She shifted her body so he could see you and then she upended the condom and poured his load into your mouth.
"Fuck," he said. "God damn that's hot."
You wanted to spit it out. You wanted to push her hand away to prevent the rest of the cum from reaching your mouth. You wanted so desperately for it to end. She made sure to get every drop possible onto your tongue, though, and you took it all without complaint.
She then set the used condom on the TV stand and crawled into the bed while you remained in the chair with his load in your mouth.
Your wife cuddled up with him and he put an arm around her. They kissed slowly and deeply and she stroked his cock, which had gone soft.
"I'm surprised you did that," he said.
"Me too," she replied. "But to be honest, what I want in this moment is to make you happy. That's why I'm going to spend the night in your room again. That's why I'm going to let you have me as many times as you want. That's why I'm going to let you have me tomorrow morning. You deserve that. You deserve to feel good. You deserve to get what you want because you fuck me so much better than he does."
He looked at you. "It's going to be a long night for you."
"You may swallow his cum, cuckold."
You swallowed. They laughed as you gagged, as your face no doubt showed just how awful it tasted. It was made worse by the fact that it was probably not the last load you'd be drinking that night.
They kissed after laughing at you. She stroked his dick again. He started to grow in her hand. His recovery time was impressive, though he was clearly an impressive man in more ways than one.
"Let's order champagne," he said. "Let's get two bottles, in fact. Let's really celebrate the fun we're going to have tonight."
It ended up being a long night full of both pleasure and humiliation. You were a good submissive cuckold, though. You made your wife happy. You proved to her that you were genuine about your desire to submit to her, to put her needs first.
Your dedication that night set you up for years of cuckolding on vacation. It changed your wife's approach to sex, too, as she embraced being a hotwife in unexpected ways that weren't always easy for you to endure. That's how it goes for a submissive cuckold, though.
