Becca Bellamy
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What You're No Longer Allowed to Have
🕑 Added 2025-03-27 05:23:39 +0000 UTCIt was when her cuckold stepped into the shower that Stephanie was struck by an idea. She quickly changed into the new lingerie set she'd purchased just a few days ago. She intended on wearing it for her bull, of course, but she was going to give her cuck husband Tate a little taste of what he's no longer allowed to have.
She pulled on the second stocking and stepped into her heels as Tate turned off the shower. It would take a few minutes for him to dry off, so Stephanie found the perfect pose in the comfy white chair in their bedroom. She often uses the chair to read - it's near a window and gets great sunlight - and sometimes Tate sits in the chair while Stephanie and her bull have sex in the marital bed.
Tate saw her the moment he came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. His hair was still damp and Stephanie noted that her husband's recent dedication to fitness - he finally had a gym membership and he went at least five days a week - had paid off. He looked good, though he still paled in comparison to the man that had taken his place as her primary sexual partner.
"Drop the towel, cuck," she said with a smile.
Tate did so and she could see that her beauty had already stirred his cock, which was now half hard. Tate reached for it but Stephanie wagged a finger and his hand fell to his side.
"I take it you like my new lingerie?"
He nodded while staring at her breasts. Stephanie couldn't blame him. She bought the corset in no small part because it made her breasts look spectacular.
"Did you get turned on when you saw it?"
"I did."
"Be honest, did you think about fucking me in this lingerie, or did you think about watching me get fucked in this lingerie?"
"Watching you get fucked," Tate said, "or going down on you in that lingerie. I'd love to go down on you in that lingerie."
Stephanie smiled. "You're suck a cuck, Tate."
"I know," he replied with a smile just as big as hers. "I can't help it."
"Nor would I want you to. You being a cuck means that I get to invite Colter into our bed as often as I desire. It means that I get to enjoy a bigger cock attached to a gorgeous man whenever I'm in the mood. I'm very, very happy that you're a cuck and that I get to be a hotwife."
Tate approached. Stephanie liked the way he looked at her, the way his eyes kept wandering over her body. She liked that his lust was so obvious.
"When are you going to invite Colter over again?"
"Friday night," she replied. "I'll be wearing this lingerie for him. I'll suck his dick in this lingerie. He'll fuck me however he wants in this lingerie. I'll give myself to him in our bed, cuck. He'll give me what my husband is supposed to give me, what my husband would give me if he wasn't a cuck."
"I want you," Tate said.
Stephanie smiled and laughed softly. "I know you do, but you can't have me. You can't have any of this any more," she added while gesturing to her body. "This used to be yours. Do you remember those days, Tate? Do you remember when I'd wear lingerie for you, when I'd seduce you into our bed, when I'd give you my pussy?"
He nodded. Stephanie pointed to the floor and Tate fell to his knees.
"Do you remember how you used to say that my pussy was perfect?"
"I do."
"Do you remember how desperate you used to be to get inside me?"
"I'm still that desperate."
She ran her fingers up her stocking-clad leg and over the bare skin of her thigh. Stephanie moaned softly and grasped one of her breasts. She closed her eyes and squeezed it gently.
"Only now you're not allowed to have me," she said softly. "Now Colter gets to have me. Another man gets to have me because I've made you my cuck."
Tate's dick was hard, a fact that delighted Stephanie.
"You prefer it this way, don't you?"
"I do."
Her pussy was wet. Her husband was a cuck, but she was a hotwife. She was his partner in their lifestyle. She liked denying him her body as much as he liked being denied.
"How long has it been? How long have you been my pussy free cuckold?"
"Fourteen months and two weeks," Tate answered without hesitation.
Stephanie moaned. "I like that you're keeping track, Tate." She slipped a hand into her panties and rubbed her pussy. "I have to tell you, I think it's going to be a long, long time before you're inside me again and there's at least a chance that you'll never fuck me again."
He moaned. His cock was throbbing. There was precum at the tip, too.
"Stroke yourself for me."
Tate wrapped his fingers around his dick and stroked slowly. He knew better than to try and have an orgasm. He hadn't been given permission to experience that pleasure.
"How does it feel when I say you might never fuck me again?"
"Arousing. Terrifying."
Stephanie rubbed her pussy faster. She could feel the arousal spreading in a way she loved. Hotwifing was the only thing she'd ever done that filled her entire body with pleasure, to the point that she'd sometimes get lightheaded and end up with tingling fingers and toes after a hotwife-fueled orgasm.
"It turns me on to think of denying you in that way, Tate, though I suppose that I could go long enough without a bull that I'd be desperate enough for cock to let you inside me."
Tate slows his stroking and Stephanie watches the head of his cock swell up.
"Sex with you was never great, though. Not compared to what it's like when I'm with a bull, when I'm with the kind of man that can actually tend to my needs. You never could, Tate. I didn't know it at first, but you never could give me what I needed, what I deserved in a man. That's why you're pussy free. That's why you're a cuck. That's why you'll always be my cuck. Even when we're old and in a retirement community I'll be getting dick from someone else while you watch."
"I don't know why, but that's so fucking hot to me," he said.
Stephanie watched the head of his cock swell up. "Don't you dare cum."
He released his cock and let his hand fall to his side.
"Did you get close?"
He nodded.
Stephanie took her panties off and spread her legs. Tate gazed between them and she beckoned him closer. "Kiss my thighs. No pussy, though."
He leaned in and his soft lips planted a series of kisses against her skin. Stephanie took the opportunity to run her fingers through her husband's hair. She moaned, too, because his touch felt exceptionally good.
"I do like your tongue, Tate," she said. "And if I'm being honest, it makes me cum harder than your cock ever did."
He looked up at her and smiled. "I love eating your pussy. If you gave me a choice, I really think I'd choose licking your pussy over fucking it."
"You're such a cuck."
She grabbed a handful of his hair and directed his mouth to her clit. Tate went to work immediately, lapping at her throbbing sex organ with his exceptionally talented tongue and sending her to a place of bliss.
"This is what you get, cuck. This is what you deserve. Your dick goes unused. Your dick doesn't come anywhere near my pussy or my mouth. Those holes are reserved for my bulls. That pleasure is reserved for my bulls. You get to worship my pussy while I think of Colter. You get to look at the lingerie I wear for him, but you don't get to enjoy me in it. You're not worthy of that. You just get to watch."
Tate was so good with his tongue. He'd gotten better since his cuckolding began, too. Now he truly did worship her pussy. He licked with only one agenda, which was to make her cum. He wasn't trying to turn her on so he could fuck her. He wasn't trying to get her wet so he could slide into her. He was going down on her because he wanted to make her cum and to do so without any thought to his cock.
"I've been thinking about getting you one of those cute little cages," she said.
Tate looked up with surprise in his eyes.
"I know you want me to lock your cock in one of then," Stephanie said. "I know you want to take your denial to the next level and I've been thinking about it. I like the idea of you having to wear one when Colter is here. I like that it will make it even clearer which of you is the cuck and which of you is the bull, which of you gets access to my pussy and which you is pussy free."
"I'd love that, Stephanie. I would. I'd be so grateful."
"You'll have to show me your gratitude," she said.
"I will. I'll more work around the house. I'll do more to please you and help when Colter is here. I will. I'll do anything."
Stephanie liked his excitement. She liked making her cuck husband feel good, and if he wanted her to lock his cock and take full control over it, she was willing to consider it as long as he was well-behaved.
"There will be no whining, do you understand? I hate whining."
"I won't whine. I won't. You're in control. You'll be in control when I'm locked up."
"Good. Now make me cum, cuck. Make me cum while you think about the fact that I'll never wear lingerie like this for you. Never again. Lingerie like this - and the pussy it contains - isn't meant for cucks like you. It's meant for real men like Colter."
Tate moaned and Stephanie could see how badly he wanted to cum. She decided to be generous.
"I'll let you cum if you promise to eat your load from your hand and from the floor," she said.
"I will," he replied.
"Wait until I've my my orgasm and then you can stroke your dick and blow your load. Then you damn well better eat it."
Stephanie closed her eyes, leaned back, and reaped the benefits of being a hotwife to a loyal, happy, eager cuck husband.
Comments
Mark
Tate has a small penis.
