Becca Bellamy
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Happy Hotwife, Happy Life - Part 11
🕑 Added 2025-03-23 05:36:38 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Being a cuckold requires a willingness to be remarkably vulnerable. It wasn't something I'd thought a great deal about, not until I began exploring pushing Alex to travel deeper into the depths of this lifestyle that we'd found ourselves immersed in.
It had begun as a half open marriage. Alex couldn't fully satisfy me but I loved him desperately and couldn't bear the thought of leaving him. After some discussion, we settled on me being able to pursue my sexual pleasure with other men while he remained faithful.
I then pursued that pleasure and had the kind of sex that I craved. Really I had the kind of sex I didn't even know I needed.
Then, in tending to Alex's needs, we discovered that he actually found a great deal of pleasure in being a cuckold. As in, he was turned on by the idea that I was having sex with other men and furthermore he was turned on by the fact that I was having better sex with those men. He was quite thrilled by the idea that I was enjoying a much larger cock than his. That cock belongs to Simon, by the way, and he is really quite skilled, which makes his size even more pleasurable for me.
While playing with Simon both Alex and I discovered that we're thoroughly aroused by delving into, for lack of a better word, the humiliation that is inherent to cuckolding.
For instance, it turned me on to make Alex take Simon's used condom and throw it away before bringing a damp wash cloth back so I could lovingly clean the cock that had just fucked me to a wondrous orgasm. I then made Alex tend to my sore pussy with his tongue, doing so while I cuddled with Simon.
Those were small-but-humiliating acts that Alex had to undergo. I'd just been fucked by another man. My body was tingling with pleasure from Simon's exceptional size and skill, neither of which Alex possessed. I then made him throw out another man's used condom while I cuddled with that man. Fuck, even writing about it has my pussy wet.
I'm not the only member of our marriage, though, so it's important that Alex also find pleasure in these small humiliations. Thankfully, he did. I know he did because he told me, though that's not always a reliable indicator, of course, since people lie.
However, after Simon left that night, I tended to Alex's pleasure and I know when my husband is turned on. I know when he's awash in an excess of arousal, and that was unquestionably the case as I stroked his cock with my naked body pressed against his.
"You enjoyed tonight, didn't you?" I asked softly.
He nodded.
I kissed my husband's neck and slowly teased the head of his cock. "You enjoyed watching Simon fuck me to the kinds of orgasms you've never been able to give me, didn't you?"
Alex moaned. He lifted his hips off the bed like he was trying to fuck my hand. I squeezed his cock a little tighter, though I kept my hand away from the head because I didn't want him cumming just yet.
"I think my favorite part was when you kissed me while Simon's superior cock stretched my pussy and reached places inside me that your cock has never gone," I said. I had thoroughly enjoyed that part. I'd been on my hands and knees while Simon took me doggystyle. I'd called Alex over and we'd kissed while the sexually superior man - it turns me on to think of Simon in that manner - fucked me with depth and power in pursuit of his pleasure.
"I loved that," Alex admitted. "I loved how you moaned into my mouth because he was so deep inside you."
"So much deeper than your cock has ever gone, than your cock could ever go."
I teased the underside of his cock head with my fingers. He was coated in precum and so slippery and I loved seeing his body twitch from the pleasure of my touch.
"Simon liked that I made you watch," I said. "He liked that you had to witness him fucking your wife better than you've ever fucked me. He liked playing the part of the man I had to turn to for sexual satisfaction because you can't give me what I need, what I deserve."
Alex turned his head and I met his gaze. "I'm so fucking turned on, Erica."
This is where the vulnerability comes in. It's there throughout the process, of course, but it actually takes a great deal of courage to admit that you're the kind of man that's turned on by being told that someone else fucks your wife far better than you do. Men are programmed not to admit things like that because there's a genuine fear that their wife or girlfriend will no longer be able to take them seriously as a man. If you think about it, it's a huge risk to admit to your cuckold desires because the fallout can be devastating.
It was in that moment - with Alex holding my gaze and fully admitting just how much his cuckolding had turned him on - that I realized the depth of his vulnerability. I also realized that he was willing to be that vulnerable because he knew it turned me on, because it made me happy to be able to cuckold him, to kiss him while another man fucked me, to make him lick my pussy while I cuddled with the man that had just fucked me. Even in that moment, when it was just the two of us, my pussy was soaking wet and my body humming with desire because I was, in a somewhat gentle manner, humiliating my husband for his cuckold desires.
"I love you, Alex," I whispered. "I love you desperately."
I straddled him. I took him inside me. I kissed him as I rode him.
Then, as he was nearing his orgasm - I could see it on his face - I leaned down and whispered, "I can barely feel your cock. Simon stretched my pussy so good with his superior cock that I can barely feel you, Alex. It's like you're not even inside me."
That's when he came. He came with humiliation coursing through his body. He came hard and I kissed both sides of his neck and cheeks throughout his orgasm while rocking my hips back and forth to try and milk every bit of pleasure from him.
Then I rolled off Alex, took his hand, and guided it to my clit. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked gently while rubbing me to an orgasm that left my whole body tingling with intense pleasure.
"I'll be right back," he said after I'd come down from my climax.
Alex got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He returned with the same damp wash cloth I'd used to clean Simon's cock. This time, though, he pressed it between my legs so that his cum wouldn't leak out and make a mess of the bed sheets.
"That was an amazing orgasm, by the way," he said. "And the dirty talk...that was really hot. I really enjoyed it."
"Yeah?"
He laid next to me and ran his hand over my stomach and breasts, gently caressing me and sending beautiful waves of relaxation through my body. "Yes, absolutely."
"So you'd be okay with me doing more of that kind of stuff, exploring more of the...well, the humiliating stuff?" I asked.
Alex kissed me on the cheek. "I would, Erica. I'm interested in it and turned on by it, and to be honest, the fact that you seem interested and aroused by it makes it all the more exciting to me. It really does. I never would have guessed that this sort of thing would be so hot to me, but obviously there was a reason - a deeply hidden reason at the time - but there was a reason that I suggested that you sleep with other people while I remain faithful. I didn't get it at the time, but I was just expressing a desire."
I found his lips and drew his tongue into my mouth for a lingering kiss. I hadn't thought about it in the way he'd just phrased it, but it struck me that he was right. His suggestion that I fuck other people was the expression of a subconscious sexual desire, one that we were now consciously exploring, one that made our hotwife and cuckold lifestyle a great deal more exciting, as you'll see.
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"Cuck, come in here!"
I'd taken to calling Alex 'cuck' on date nights. I'd taken to issuing orders, too. I was no longer saying, "Alex, could you come in here?" That would be giving him a choice. Instead, I was acting as if it was his duty to respond to my commands and tend to my needs on date nights with Simon.
He showed up quickly, as he always did. "What can I do for you?"
"I need a little help with my garter belt," I said.
Alex rushed over and helped me align the garter belt properly. He then attached the garters to my stockings and did so without instruction, which delighted me.
"Do you like helping me look good for another man, cuck?" I asked.
"I do," he replied. "I love it, in fact."
Alex stepped back and I turned from side to side. "How do I look?"
"Perfect. You look perfect, Erica. You're so beautiful and so sexy. Simon's a very lucky man."
"He is, and so are you, cuck. You get to help your beautiful wife look good for her boyfriend." Simon had been upgraded to boyfriend status by that point. We almost always went on a date of some sort before fucking, so it felt foolish to call him anything other than my boyfriend. I considered referring to him as a bull, but for whatever reason the term has never really appealed to me. "You get to watch as my boyfriend satisfies me. If you're lucky I'll let you help, too."
Alex's eyes lit up. "I'd love to help in whatever way you deem me worthy of helping."
There are many ways a cuckold can help his wife and her boyfriend have a pleasurable night, as I'm sure you know. Sometimes it's nothing more than logistics, like booking a reservation at a nice restaurant or hotel. Sometimes it's service-based, like making food or drinks. Sometimes it's sexual, like using his tongue to tend to my pussy before Simon fucks me, or guiding Simon's cock inside me, or licking my asshole as I ride Simon's cock.
Yes, we've explored all of those pleasures (or humiliations, depending on how you see it) and I've enjoyed every bit of it. I like that date nights feel so different, that we both sink into these unique-feeling, outsized roles, with me as the hotwife with a kinky streak and Alex as the obedient cuckold that will do anything to ensure that his wife and her boyfriend experience the pleasure they crave.
"I'd like to see you on your knees, cuck," I said.
Alex fell to his knees without hesitation, as he always does on date nights (though he'd do it on any other night if I ordered it). I pointed to my toes and he bent over and kissed them through my stockings. I don't know why, but I like seeing him kiss my toes. I like how submissive he looks when he does it and I certainly enjoy how dominant I feel when I command it.
"Follow me to the bathroom," I said.
Alex crawled behind me - a simple but thrilling way to humiliate him in a small way - as I stepped in front of the bathroom mirror to finish my hair and makeup. I always put in an effort to look good for Simon - a great deal of effort, in fact - because I want him to be overcome with lust when he sees me. I want him to feel - in some small way, at least - like it's a shame that we can't just fuck the moment we see each other. I want his desire to build over the course of our date, and that begins with looking as hot as possible.
"You may kiss my ass while I do my makeup, cuck," I said. "I don't want to hear from you, though."
I like talking to Alex. I also like playing the part of his dominant hotwife from time to time, so ordering him to remain silent while sitting on his knees and kissing my ass was hot to me. There's something about making him do very little while I work to look hot for another man that excites me, too.
So he kissed my ass while I did my makeup. He rubbed my legs a little, too, though I had no objection to that. It felt nice, after all. I can't speak for the other women out there, but I sure do feel powerful when my husband happily rests on his knees behind me for an hour while I do my hair and makeup for another man.
"Go get my dress, cuck," I said when I'd put the finishing touches on my makeup.
Alex rose to his feet and headed for the closet. He retrieved the dress I'd picked out and laid it on the bed.
"Dress me."
I liked having him dress me. I liked the idea that he was working for the reward of being able to watch another man fuck me. That's not a reward most men would want. It's a reward a cuckold wants, though. It's a reward a cuckold craves, and by that point Alex was a full-on cuck.
"Simon will be spending the night, cuck," I informed him. "Instead of you being in the guest room, though, I'd like you to sleep on the floor by my side of the bed. You can blow up that little air mattress or lay down some cushions. I want my cuck on the floor next to me, though."
Alex didn't say anything so I looked over my shoulder as he zipped up my dress. I saw excitement, thankfully. There's always a risk of pushing things too far, of going just past his comfort level. I hadn't done so, though.
"I'd like you to lie on your little makeshift bed while Simon fucks me tonight," I explained. "You won't be able to see, but that's how I want it tonight. I want you to lie there and listen while another man fucks me in our bed, in our marital bed. I want you to lie there, listen, and consider your place as a cuck."
Alex ran his hands down my back and grasped my waist. I knew he wanted to pull me close, to feel my body against his. I knew he wanted to grind his cock into my ass.
"You may step closer, cuck," I said.
He stepped closer with his hands still on my waist. I then moved my ass back and forth, rubbing it against the erection in his pants. Alex had become enough of a cuck that merely telling him about the humiliation he would suffer that night was enough to arouse him. The fact that he'd gone nearly a week without an orgasm made it a great deal easier to stimulate that arousal, too.
I stepped away before Alex had too much of a chance to lose himself in his arousal. "I've made a list of chores for you to tend to while I'm on my date, cuck. I expect that they'll all be finished by the time I get home."
"Of course."
I kissed him. A long, slow, deep kiss. I caressed his face. I played with his hair. I did so to make sure that Alex understood that I loved him. I'm not sure it was a necessity, but moments like that were important to me on date nights just in case the excess of humiliation ever made him question the foundation of our marriage.
"I'll be home in a few hours, cuck."
I left Alex to his chores and went on a date with Simon. Alex had made reservations at a beautiful restaurant and we dined sitting next to each other in a darkened corner booth. It had been a week since we'd seen each other and though we talked throughout the meal, there was also a great deal of sensual affection exchanged, from touching to kissing to Simon's fingers making their way under my dress and into my panties on a few occasions.
I gave him a blowjob on the drive home. I don't always do so, but I do find pleasure in it and sometimes I just can't help myself. Plus, I like that I can walk into the house, kiss Alex, and let him know that I'd just had another man's cock in my mouth. Usually he can tell without me having to say anything, though, as he can taste Simon's cock and precum on my tongue.
Alex greeted us at the door and I did indeed kiss him. "How does my boyfriend's cock taste, cuck?" I asked after the kiss.
Alex glanced at Simon - who was behind me - and said, "Good. It tastes good."
I smiled and kissed him again. It's fun to make him say something like that in front of Simon. I know it excites both of my men and I like creating that kind of excitement.
I'd texted Alex that we were on our way back and he'd made our drinks. They were waiting in the living room and Simon and I sat on the couch as Alex dropped to his knees in front of us, as he always did in case we had any requirements of him.
"Rub my feet, cuck," I instructed.
Alex removed my heels and rubbed my stocking-clad feet while I enjoyed a drink with my boyfriend. I made a point of ignoring my cuck throughout the foot rub. Occasionally I'd moan because it felt good, but Simon had my attention. We did more than our fair share of kissing, too, as there's nothing quite like making out with my boyfriend to build up even more of that incredible desire that makes my pussy tingle whenever I'm with him.
"Take his shoes off, cuck," I instructed as our drinks were nearly finished.
It's a small thing, but I know it's humiliating to have to serve Simon in that way. Alex did it, though. He's well-behaved when he's turned on and in cuckold mode.
"Would you like a foot massage, baby?" I asked Simon.
He smiled, sipped his drink, and looked at my husband. "I would."
I looked at Alex, too. "You heard him, cuck. Rub his feet."
Alex clearly wasn't keen on doing so, but he didn't hesitate. He gave my boyfriend a foot massage while I made out with Simon. I kissed him with great passion. I wanted Alex to feel jealous as he rubbed Simon's feet. I wanted to push him to that place of cuckold-fueled madness where he wonders how he can possibly withstand what's unfolding.
I ignored Alex, though. There was no interaction as he rubbed Simon's feet. Instead, I made out with my boyfriend. I stroked his dick through his pants. Then I freed his dick. Then I went down on him. I gave him a blowjob while my husband was rubbing his feet and for some reason that made it so much hotter to me to have Simon's gorgeous cock in my mouth.
"Go to your bed, cuck," I said.
Alex released Simon's foot from his grasp, stood, and headed for the bedroom.
"Naked, cuck," I called out.
Alex acknowledged my instruction and I leaned over and kissed Simon while stroking him.
"The cuck is going to sleep in the bedroom with us," I explained. "But he's going to sleep on the floor next to my side of the bed. He blew up a small air mattress and that's where he's going to stay while you fuck me. He won't be able to watch, but he will hear everything."
"I like the way you think, Erica."
I couldn't help myself. I took Simon in my mouth again. I sucked his cock slowly. I stroked him using my saliva as lube. I even deepthroated him a few times, though he's big enough that it's still something of a struggle to do with any regularity.
Then we went to the bedroom. I stripped Simon naked and had him sit on the edge of the bed. I did a little striptease for him as I removed my dress. I made sure to sit in his lap a little, too, as he groped my breasts and rubbed my thighs.
Then I put a condom on his gorgeous cock and mounted him. I rode him while we kissed. I told him how good his cock felt inside me. I told him how much bigger and better he was than my cuck. We fucked with me on top until we both came, and came really fucking hard, too. That first orgasm is always so glorious after all the buildup of a week without seeing him and a night of teasing and foreplay.
I climbed off his cock and removed the condom. Then I rolled towards Alex and looked down to see him sporting an erection with his hands folded across his chest. I'd ordered him not to masturbate and I had every reason to trust that he'd followed my orders, which means he'd gotten hard by listening, which was delightful.
I extended the hand holding the condom and it dangled over Alex's body as I considered what I wanted to do with it. "Open up," I said.
Alex opened his mouth and stared at the condom. I lowered it slowly and placed it in his mouth.
"Hold it there until I give you permission to remove it from your mouth, cuck," I said.
He nodded. My pussy tingled. I'd just been fucked to a great orgasm but I was turned on all over again. What a thrill it is to have a cuck husband to play with.
I rolled back to Simon. I cuddled with him. I told him that his condom was now in Alex's mouth. He smiled and kissed me deeply.
We talked for a little while. I like talking with Simon. I like treating him like a real boyfriend. I especially like it when Alex gets to hear me talk to Simon in that way. I know it makes him jealous, but I think it's good for a cuck to feel jealous from time to time.
Eventually Simon and I fooled around again. We kissed. He fingered me. I stroked his cock. I went down on him. I sat on his face for a little while - at his request - and then put on another condom. This time we fucked in missionary until I'd cum and then he put me on my hands and knees so I could see over the side of the bed and look down at Alex. Simon fucked me exceptionally hard in that position as I watched my husband hold a condom filled with another man's load in his mouth. It was beyond exquisite and I had a rare orgasm while getting fucked doggystyle. It was a genuine treat.
The second used condom ended up resting on Alex's forehead. His cock was still hard.
Simon fucked me once more than night. I gave Alex the third used condom afterwards and told him that he could use it to masturbate if he wanted. If he chose not to he wouldn't be allowed to cum, though.
It probably won't surprise you to hear that he used it to jerk off. Simon and I both watched. It was great fun.
Alex remained in his makeshift bed all night and stayed there while Simon and I fucked the next morning. That condom ended up on his chest.
All told, it was a beautiful night that included an even deeper adventure into the humiliating delights of cuckolding. There's more fun to come, too.
