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His Dominant Wife's Desires - Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-03-27 05:21:57 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Rose wears delicately designed black lace lingerie that makes her breasts look astonishingly sexy. She's paired it with heels and stockings, but her pussy is exposed. She shaved this morning in the shower and all that remains of her pubic hair is a small strip.
Andrew is on her knees. The hardwood in the bedroom is likely uncomfortable for him, but Rose doesn't care. She likes that he's willing to suffer a bit of discomfort for the pleasure of being on his knees in front of his wife. He has yet to gaze upon her pussy because she instructed him to stare at the floor until she gave him permission to look up.
Andrew's naked and his loins tingle with pleasure. He can see his wife's beautiful feet and calves. He wants to touch her stockings, but he keeps his hands on his thighs as he's been instructed to do.
"Does it excite you to be on your knees in front of me?" she asks.
"It does."
Rose extends her foot and teases the head of Andrew's cock, slowly luring him into an erect state. He wants to touch her legs, to run his hands over them, to massage her gently. He restrains his desires, though.
Rose steps away, opens her nightstand drawer, and pulls out a shiny silver butt plug. She approaches Andrew with the toy in her hand and says, "Look up at me and open your mouth."
Andrew takes in the beauty of his wife - glancing at her pussy in the process - and sees the toy in her hand. His asshole involuntarily clenches as he parts his lips. Rose slips the toy between them and he clamps down on it and sucks.
"Get it nice and wet," she says. "Because it's going up your ass."
Andrew sucks on the toy as Rose moves it in and out of his mouth. He tries his best to cover it with spit because he knows that she won't be lubricating him before she shoves it up his ass.
"Are you nervous?"
He nods.
Rose smiles. "I'm wet just thinking about it." She leaves the toy in his mouth and backs up until she's sitting in the bed. She spreads her legs and shows that is, in fact, quite wet. "It's amazing how far we've come, isn't it? Not that long ago we were a couple like so many others. Perfectly normal. Perfectly vanilla. Now, though, we're about as far from vanilla as a couple can get."
Andrew nods while sucking on the butt plug that will soon be in his ass.
"You're just a few hours from getting having your manhood completely destroyed," she says as a hand moves between her legs to rub her pussy. All it takes is a gentle touch for pleasure to rush through Rose's body. She rubs her clit in slow circles and smiles down at Andrew as she imagines him fully surrendering to her and her dominant desires. Everything he's done up to this point - all the cocksucking, cum eating, pussy worship, ass worship, foot worship, and so much more - has been a prelude to fully surrendering himself, to letting go of what remains of his ego and taking her bull's fat cock up his ass.
Andrew thinks of how he rode a dildo in front of Rose and her bull Ethan. He thinks of how the anal penetration hurt but somehow turned him on. He thinks of how they'd both watched, how they'd looked down at him while he'd fucked his ass. He thinks of how hard he'd cum while eagerly degrading himself for their pleasure.
Rose stands and approaches Andrew. She bends over, gives him a moment to admire her cleavage, and then pulls the butt plug from his mouth. "Spit on it."
He does so and Rose smiles, admires how wet and shiny the plug looks, and then grabs a handful of her husband's hair. She pulls hard enough that he winces and she experiences a surge of pleasure between her legs at his willingness to surrender control to her even if it's unpleasant for him.
"Get on your hands and knees in the bed," she instructs before pulling hard on his hair to help him to his feet.
Rose releases her grasp on his hair and Andrew rushes towards the bed and crawls onto his hands and knees. He looks back but she delivers a remarkably painful swat on his ass.
"Did I say you could look back at me?"
"No, sorry."
Andrew directs his gaze forward and feels Rose spread his ass cheeks. She presses the tip of the plug against his anus and it begins to enter him. It's painful, but anal penetration is always painful at first, especially when the only lubrication is his spit on the toy.
"Arch your back," she demands.
Andrew does as ordered and Rose runs her fingers up his back while slowly stretching his asshole with the toy. He finds himself holding his breath while fighting through the pain as the thickest part of the butt plug stretches his anus.
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes," he answered.
Andrew lets out a breath as the toy slips inside him. He feels a great sense of relief, but it lasts for only a moment as Rose begins to pull the toy free. She does so slowly. She's stretching him. Some part of him understands that it's for his benefit, that Ethan's cock is quite large and it's going to hurt a great deal more than the plug does.
Rose admires the sight of her husband's asshole stretching around the toy. Her pussy is soaked in part because she's thinking about her bull mounting Andrew and taking his virginity and in part because the sense of power coursing through her is irresistible.
"Ethan's excited about putting you in your place, cuck," she says. "He's excited about showing you exactly what kind of man you are by mounting you and fucking your ass while I watch. He knows it's going to make me drip to see you get fucked by a real man, to see you get turned into a faggot by my bull's gorgeous cock."
Andrew can't help his arousal when his wife uses that word. It's so humiliating, and yet so accurate.
"Do you want to be a faggot, my love?" she asks.
"No," he answers.
Rose crawls into the bed. She's on her knees next to Andrew. He can feel the warmth emanating from her body as she continues to fuck him with the butt plug, stretching his asshole relentlessly. She grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls back hard. Andrew's head snaps back and he groans from the sudden burst of pain. Rose pushes the toy inside him and spanks his ass a handful of times.
"You're going to submit to it though, aren't you?" she asks between painful strikes against his ass cheek. "You're going to submit to my desire to see you become a faggot for my bull, aren't you?"
"Yes," he answered.
Rose reached under Andrew's body and grasped his cock, which was hard and dripping with precum. She stroked him slowly and bent over to kiss his upper back and shoulders.
"Are you sure you're not looking forward to being a faggot, cuck? Because your cock is awfully hard for someone that doesn't want to be turned out by a real man's cock."
"Serving you turns me on," he replies. That's true. That's been true since the first time Andrew offered his submission to his wife and it's become an increasingly significant part of his reality since that day. He lives to serve her, even when they're not actively indulging in sexual pleasure.
Rose moans. Her husband's words bring her pleasure. Deep, significant, beautiful pleasure. It makes her pussy tingle. It makes her want to masturbate to an orgasm. It makes her want to sit on his face until she cums all over it. It makes her want to pursue her satisfaction relentlessly, but she holds off because she knows her first orgasm will be so much better if she lets the desire build until she finally cums while Ethan breeds her husband's asshole, stealing whatever remains of his manhood in the process.
Rose releases his cock and grabs the butt plug once more. She pulls it out until just the tip remains and then shoves it up Andrew's ass. He winces, but it goes in with ease. He's ready to be fucked, so she leaves the plug buried inside him crawls until she's in front of him.
Andrew's face is level with her pussy and he watches as she reaches down and plunges three fingers inside her slick hole. He yearns to taste her, to kiss her, to bury his nose in her strip of pubic hair and inhale deeply.
"Suck them clean," Rose says as she pulls her fingers from her pussy and pushes them into his mouth.
Andrew moans around his wife's fingers while tasting her juices. She pushes deep and he gags. His stomach heaves and his asshole tightens around the plug as Rose leans forward and spanks him a handful of times. It's a miserable experience, but Andrew understands that pushing his limits and making him experience at least a bit of misery of part of what Rose finds so thrilling when she dominates him.
The doorbell rings. Andrew's asshole tightens reflexively.
"Get on your knees on the floor, cuck," Rose orders.
He backs out of the bed and onto his knees. She stands in front of him and grabs a handful of his hair. Andrew wonders if she's going to slap him across the face for fun. Instead, Rose bends over and kisses him softly. It's downright romantic, in fact, and it brings him right to a place of pure love.
"You're a very good cuck," she whispers, "and I'm not sure if you understand just how much pleasure it brings me when you submit to such incredible humiliation for me."
"I love you, Rose," he replies.
She caresses his face and kisses him again. "I love you too, cuck. Now I'm going to bring my bull to our bedroom and you're going to be a good faggot for him. Do you understand?"
Andrew's dick throbs. "Yes, I understand."
She walks out of the room. Andrew waits on his knees. He ends up waiting for quite some time. He can't hear much, but it's clear that Rose and Ethan are in the living room. They remain there for nearly an hour and Andrew knows it's on purpose. He knows that he's being made to wait so he can spend a great deal of time contemplating his fate. It works, too, as all he can do is think of the fact that he's going to get fucked by a man for his wife's pleasure. It's beyond humiliating. It will absolutely change him. It will further change the way she sees him. It's inevitable. It will be painful and humiliating and Andrew is also well aware that he'll likely find the whole experience enthralling, too, in the way that a submissive cuck like him finds it arousing to be degraded.
Finally, after more than an hour, Rose and Ethan walk into the bedroom. She remains dressed in her corset, stockings, and heels, but he's naked. His dick is hard, too, and it's clear that Rose has pleasured him in some way, though Andrew suspects it might not have gone further than a handjob.
"Cuck, give my bull your throat," Rose orders.
Andrew crawls towards Ethan, looks up at him, and takes the bull's big cock in his mouth. He sucks voraciously. He's done it before. He's a cocksucker. He's long been a cocksucker. This part he's gotten used to.
Ethan grabs hold of Andrew's head with both hands. He takes control. He begins to fuck his mouth. Rose sits in the bed and spreads her legs. Andrew sees out of the corner of his eye that his wife is masturbating.
Rose watches another man's cock move in and out of her husband's mouth. She loves the way Ethan has Andrew's head in both hands, the way he thrusts in and out of her cuck husband's mouth like it's just a hole for his pleasure. She loves seeing Andrew objectified and humiliated. She loves seeing his eyes water and his nose run. She loves seeing the saliva dripping down his chin. She loves that he's willing to suffer this humiliation for her pleasure, for she knows Andrew has no attraction to men or to cock. His attraction is to service and submission, to doing as his wife desires. That's what turns him on, even if his wife desires that he suffer for her.
Ethan thrusts almost all of his cock into Andrew's throat and holds it there. Rose moans as her husband begins to panic, as he pushes against Ethan's thighs, as his body rejects the idea of choking with a cock in its throat.
Andrew gasps for air as Ethan pulls out. He hears Rose and her bull laughing at his expense. He understands that his suffering turns them on and he's surprised that his dick remains hard as a rock. As it turns out, he's something of a masochist in addition to being a submissive, because he's remained thoroughly aroused despite all of that suffering.
Rose crawls into the bed and sits against the pillows. She spreads her legs, looks at her husband, and says, "It's time to get fucked by a real man, faggot. Get on your hands and knees between my legs."
Andrew stands. His legs tremble a little. He's nervous. More nervous than he thought he'd be. He crawls into the bed and between Rose's legs. He stares at her pussy for a moment and then looks up at her.
Rose smiles at her husband. She reaches out and slips two fingers into his mouth. Ethan crawls into the bed behind Andrew.
Andrew feels Ethan pull the butt plug from his asshole and toss it aside. Then he feels the head of Ethan's cock against his asshole. His heart is pounding. He's been humiliated in so many different ways for his wife's pleasure, but this feels different. This feels like a huge step into the unknown.
The cock enters Andrew. It's thick. It's just as thick as the butt plug, except it doesn't get thinner once it's inside him. It remains thick. Impossibly thick. It hurts as it slides in and out of him, but Andrew keeps sucking on his wife's fingers.
"This is what was always meant to happen," Rose says as she leans forward. "I didn't know it when I first dominated you, but this was always where we'd end up, with you on your hands and knees getting fucked like a faggot bitch. This is far from the last time it's going to happen. Other men will use your ass. You will degrade yourself for my pleasure and you'll do it over and over and over. My pussy has never been as wet as it is right now, cuck."
Rose leans back, inches her hips forward, and then grabs Andrew's hair and pulls down until his lips are pressed against her cunt.
"Fuck the faggot hard," she says. "Use his ass and dump your load deep inside him."
Andrew thinks about Ethan cumming inside him. For some reason it feels so much more humiliating than if the bull had worn a condom. Taking a man's cum in his ass is the final step towards total degradation for Andrew, who had once been a fully straight man that enjoyed nothing more than making love to his wife. Now he’s eating Rose's pussy while her bull fucks his ass and with every thrust steals a little more of what remains of Andrew’s manhood.
The more turned on Rose gets, the harder she grips Andrew's hair. She moans. She rubs his face over her pussy, using him as a mixture of a sex toy and a tongue.
"Dump your load in his faggot ass," Rose says. "Fuck...use him as a fucking cum dump. Use my husband as your fucking cum dump faggot!"
Ethan smacks Andrew's ass and then grabs his hips and fucks him harder and faster. It hurts. Every thrust is painful. Agonizing, even. Andrew takes it, though. He takes it because it’s his place. He takes it because he’s a cuck, a submissive, and apparently a masochist given that his dick is still hard as a rock.
Then Ethan cums inside him. Andrew feels the cock pulsing in his ass. His wife cums at the same time. He’s given them both pleasure. He's served his role as a cuck, as a plaything, as a submissive.
Andrew rides a beautiful high. Every bit of agony getting to that point has been worth it. He's given two people orgasms at the same time and it’s clear to him that he's just served his life's purpose. He’s grateful that he'll get to do so repeatedly, that his wife and her bull will continue to use him for their pleasure going forward.
Ethan pulls out and Andrew's ass gapes for a moment before closing up. Rose lifts his chin and smiles in that blissful post-orgasmic way that happens when someone's had an especially potent climax.
"Would you like to fuck me, cuck?" she asks.
Andrew feels an intense rush of excitement and crawls forward. "More than anything."
Rose laughs. "Well, you can't, you fucking faggot. You'll never fuck me again."
She grabs his hair once more and shoves three fingers into his mouth. He sucks like a good cuck.
"You can't possibly have thought I'd let you fuck me, cuck. Those days are over. You're barely even a man in my eyes. You're a good submissive cuck and I will keep you forever, but Ethan's a man, not you, and I only let men fuck me. You'll be getting fucked quite often, though, because it really turns me on to watch you take dick."
Andrew is turned on and crestfallen at the same time.
"You'll be cumming a lot less, too," she says. "Once a month at most. Now go put in your butt plug so your body can absorb Ethan's cum. It won't make you more of a real man, but it will make you more of a bitch."
Andrew rushes out of the bed, picks up the plug, and puts it in his ass.
"Suck his dick clean, faggot," Rose instructs with a smile. "Then get him hard again. I need to get fucked by a real man."
Andrew falls to his knees in front of Ethan. He sucks on the cock that was just in his asshole. He sucks it clean. He does a good job because he's a good cuck.
He'll continue to be a good cuck for his wife and her bull. He knows she'll find new humiliating ways to make him submit and he can't wait to offer himself in whatever way she desires.
After all, serving his dominant wife's desires is all that Andrew truly cares about.
The End.
