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An Obedient Boy Does as He's Told
🕑 Added 2024-11-15 05:04:39 +0000 UTCAs Ryan strolled the aisles of the grocery store he couldn't help but take note of the remarkable volume of women dressed in leggings. He tried his best not to stare, of course, but when it was safe he'd steal a quick glance at one of the many remarkably tight asses strolling by him.
It was the middle of the afternoon on a Wednesday, which meant most of the women were the stay at home moms in their neighborhood. There were a few dads like Ryan - those that worked from home - strolling the store as well, but it was at least three quarters women.
The uniform of the stay at home mom - leggings and an athleisure top - was always thrilling to admire, even on the moms that weren't quite as dedicated to fitness as the others.
Ryan didn't always stare so much, but he'd gone a week without an orgasm - at his wife's orders - and it was like he was unable to keep his eyes away from the tight, perfect-looking asses that kept strolling by him.
He should have known he'd get caught, but he couldn't help himself.
It wasn't until he was nearly through the shopping list his wife had prepared that Ryan found himself in an awkward situation.
"Enjoying the view?" someone asked.
He looked up to see a blonde woman looking over her shoulder. He recognized her as one of his wife's friends.
"Oh, uh, Naomi...shit, I'm sorry."
Ryan felt his face redden with embarrassment. His wife likely wouldn't have been angry if she knew he'd glanced at a friend's ass, but she wouldn't have been happy, either, and there was a very good chance she was going to find out about his little ogling incident.
"No effort to deny that you were staring," Naomi said as she spun her cart around to face Ryan. "How interesting."
"Yeah, well, it was pretty obvious I was staring, so what's the point in lying, right?"
She pushed her cart forward until it was right next to his. Naomi was close enough that Ryan caught a hint of her perfume. He wasn't sure why she'd wear perfume to the grocery store, but it was lovely.
"Did you like what you saw?" she asked.
"Uh...I mean...I don't know if I should answer that."
Naomi laughed softly. "That's a yes."
He smiled and looked away. "Again, I'm sorry."
Naomi put her hand on his arm and Ryan felt an instant rush of desire at her touch. It wasn't desire for her, so much as it was the release of pent-up lust after a full week of sexual denial - and teasing - at his wife's hands.
"There's no need to apologize," she said while Ryan stared at her delicate fingers as they rested on his arm.
He lifted his gaze to meet hers. "Thanks. I appreciate that."
"It must be hard," Naomi said with her hand still resting on his arm.
"Sorry, what do you mean?"
She smiled suggestively and said, "Anna told me about your...arrangement."
Ryan felt a sudden tightness in his chest. "What...what arrangement is that?" he asked.
Naomi's fingers danced over his arm. "The one where she gets to sleep with other guys. The one where she sometimes denies you for days or even weeks at a time. The one where you make her cum countless times while you remain denied and frustrated."
Anna hadn't mentioned saying anything about their marital arrangement, though she wasn't sworn to secrecy, either.
"She...she told you about that?"
Naomi nodded. "She did. I was telling her that my sex life - with Angelo - had gotten a bit stale and I think she just couldn't help but tell me about how exciting your sex life has become since she started taking lovers."
Ryan's heart pounded hard in his chest as Naomi ran her fingers down his arm before she flipped his hand over to caress his palm in a surprisingly seductive manner.
"She told me that she gets to have great sex with other men and that you find it so thrilling that you're willing to sacrifice your orgasms - or at least the frequency at which you have orgasms - because denying you makes the sex with other men even hotter for her. I couldn't believe that part - Angelo would never give up his orgasms for my pleasure - but Anna insisted it was true. She told me that she was in the process of denying you, and that was two days ago. So tell me, Ryan, has your wife let you cum since then?"
He shook his head no and Naomi pushed her cart a little closer and leaned over like she was going to kiss him. Her lips stopped short of his neck, though, and instead she moaned in a manner that made his cock stir to life.
"I told her I was jealous of her," she whispered. "I told her I wished that my husband was willing to let me take a lover while he remained faithful. Because that's what you do, right Ryan? Your wife fucks other men while you remain faithful to her and her alone?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"And it turns you on to stay faithful to her while her pussy is serviced by anyone she desires."
Ryan's cock had grown uncomfortably hard as he felt Naomi's breath against his neck and inhaled the scent of her perfume. "Yes, it does," he said. "I...I don't know why, but I like it."
"Are you excited, Ryan?"
He nodded.
"Me too," Naomi whispered. "Why don't we finish our shopping and meet up in the parking lot?"
"I...I don't know if I should do that."
She laughed softly. "Ryan...I'm not trying to seduce you. I wouldn't betray my friend - your wife - in that way. There is something you can do for me, though. Something I've talked to your wife about. Something she's okay with. Maybe even excited about. So finish your grocery shopping and meet me at my car. It's the white Range Rover."
"I know," he said.
Naomi kissed him softly on the cheek and then walked away with her cart. Ryan turned to see her go and she looked over her shoulder and smiled. He glanced at her ass - it looked perfect in the leggings - and then pulled his phone from his pocket to consult the shopping list Anna had made for him.
It took a little longer than usual to finish shopping - Ryan couldn't stop thinking about what Naomi could possibly want from him - but eventually he checked out, loaded the groceries into his trunk, and made his way to Naomi's Range Rover.
She was waiting with the trunk open and her cart full of bags. "Would you load these into the car for me?"
Ryan nodded and dutifully transferred Naomi's groceries into the back of her car.
"Would you return the cart?"
He nodded and returned the empty cart to the store before hurrying back to Naomi, who sat on the edge of her trunk with her legs crossed.
"So, would you be willing to help me with something, Ryan?"
"It really depends on what you need help with."
She smiled. "Fair enough."
Ryan clasped his hands behind his back and stood uncomfortably as Naomi eyed him without saying a word.
"I lied," she said.
"About what?"
"About what Anna and I were talking about. I wasn't telling her that my sex life with Angelo has gotten boring."
"What were you talking about?"
Naomi uncrossed her legs and Ryan glanced between them. He couldn't see anything - her leggings were thick enough to not provide an outline of her pussy lips - and he regretted looking, though he knew it was reflexive thanks to the unyielding arousal coursing through him as a result of his wife's denial.
"Your wife fucked my husband," Naomi said.
Ryan's eyes went wide.
"That's right. Two weeks ago. She seduced him, in fact. They ran into each other in the grocery store."
Ryan looked over his shoulder.
"Yes, Ryan, that grocery store. They ran into each other. They talked. They flirted a little - Anna was wearing leggings and a sports bra since she'd just come from the gym - and they ended up fucking. They fucked in my house, in fact. I was on a trip with a few girlfriends for the weekend and my husband fucked your wife in our living room. He had the good sense not to fuck her in our bed, but he fucked her in our house."
Anna had told him about it. She hadn't shared all the details, though. Just that she'd fucked a married man in his house and that she'd found it so much hotter than she'd expected. She'd informed Ryan of that while sitting on his face.
"She sat on my face after she fucked him," Ryan blurted out. "She didn't tell me who she'd fucked, though. Just that he'd been married."
"Come closer," Naomi instructed.
Ryan approached the car until she held up a hand to stop his progress. Naomi looked up at him and then reached out and caressed Ryan's cock through his jeans. He knew Anna wouldn't approve. He knew he should have walked away. He didn't, though. He let her get him hard right there in the parking lot and it felt spectacularly good.
When Naomi let her hand fall to her side once more, Ryan asked, "What did you need my help with?"
"Revenge."
Ryan's cock was hard and his body was flooded with arousal, but he still felt a touch of fear at the idea of helping Naomi with a revenge plot. "I can't get revenge on my wife, Naomi. That's insane. I don't know why you think I'd want that."
He moved to back away and Naomi grabbed his cock through his jeans and squeezed tight, freezing Ryan in place.
"It's not revenge on her that I want. It's revenge on my husband."
"Oh," was all Ryan could manage to say.
She released her grip on his cock and caressed it a little, once again luring him into a state of arousal. "I talked to Anna. She gave me permission to use you, Ryan. She said you'd be obedient. She said you're a very obedient boy."
Ryan wished he wasn't turned on at the notion of his wife calling him an obedient boy - and at hearing those words repeated by Naomi - but he couldn't help the arousal that coursed through him.
"Yes, I am."
Naomi smiled, put a hand on his chest, and pushed back gently. Ryan stepped back and she stood up, turned around, and said, "Put your hands on my ass."
Ryan did so and held back a moan at how wondrous her backside felt in the leggings.
"Now squeeze."
He squeezed her ass and she moaned, sending a surge of arousal through him.
"I need your help, Ryan. I promise, you'll be rewarded if you're the obedient boy your wife said you'd be."
Ryan thought of having sex with Naomi. He knew that wasn't being explicitly offered, and yet his mind went there. His thoughts were intensely lurid and thrilling and his dick throbbed at the idea of lowering her leggings, sliding into her wet pussy, and fucking her from behind until he spilled his load inside her.
"I'll help you," he said.
Naomi stood, turned around, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Go home. Drop off your groceries. Then come straight to my house. The door will be unlocked. You can let yourself in and come upstairs to the bedroom."
Ryan nodded as Naomi closed the trunk and moved to the driver's side door. He stood there as she started the car and moved out of the way only when the reverse lights came on.
After backing out of her space, Naomi blew him a kiss and drove off.
Ryan stood there for another minute before getting into his car and heading home. He thought of her for the entire ten minute drive. He thought of her lips on his cheek and neck. He thought of how good her ass felt in his hands. He thought of fucking her. He thought constantly of fucking her.
As soon as he unloaded the groceries, Ryan called his wife.
"Hey, baby," Anna answered.
"Hey. Did you tell Naomi that I'd help her get revenge on her husband?"
"I did."
"Do you know what she's planning?"
"No, I don't. I felt terrible, though. I mean, I got so caught up in the thrill of fucking her husband that I didn't think for a second about how destructive it would be. I've never been more of a whore, though the orgasm was so fucking good, Ryan. I mean, Angelo made me cum so much harder than you ever have. The fact that he's got a gorgeous dick and a gorgeous body certainly helped, but fuck was it hot that he was willing to cheat on his wife with me."
Ryan's dick was hard again.
"Did he really make you cum that much harder than I do?"
She laughed softly. "Of course he did, baby, but almost all the guys I fuck make me cum harder than you do. That's why I cuckold you. Hell, you make me cum harder when I sit on your face than when you fuck me. You're a cuck, though. That's how it works."
Ryan wanted to masturbate.
"You need to do what she wants, Ryan. That was the deal Naomi and I made. You're an obedient boy for her and she doesn't try and ruin my reputation. I made a mistake by fucking her husband and you have to be a good cuck and do what it takes to make up for that mistake, even if it means suffering a little. It might not, though. Hell, she might want to fuck you. I'll bet her husband would find it painful to watch his wife have sex with a lesser man."
Again Ryan desperately wanted to masturbate. He really was a cuck.
"Okay. I'm heading over there now."
"I can't wait to hear what she makes you do. I love you, baby."
"I love you too."
With his wife's blessing - and a wealth of arousal swirling around his brain - Ryan headed to Anna's house. He parked in the driveway and let himself in through the front door, which was unlocked as promised.
Ryan considered calling out just to make sure Anna and Angelo knew he was coming, but instead he quietly ascended the staircase and moved to the end of the hallway.
He stepped into the master bedroom to find Angelo naked and tightly bound to an elegant-looking wooden chair with intricately carved arms and legs and a red velvet cushion that must have felt rather wondrous against his bare ass. He was gagged, too, though the moment Angelo saw Ryan he began to struggle against the zip ties that kept him in place.
Naomi was in the bed and she looked spectacular in a delicate black lace lingerie set complete with stockings and heels. Blood rushed to Ryan's cock and he achieved an erection without a hint of physical stimulation as he imagined getting to fuck Naomi in her bed while her husband watched.
"I'm so glad you came," she said softly before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, standing up, and sauntering towards him. "Now let's get you out of these clothes."
Naomi kissed Ryan's neck as she undressed him. She took her time, too, no doubt doing so to put on a show for her husband, who continued to struggle against the bondage and the gag that kept him quiet.
"As you can tell, Angelo's not exactly excited about what's going to unfold here this afternoon, but just like you, he has no choice in the matter. He's not so good at being obedient, though, so I had to take him hostage in his own home. He's going to learn his lesson, though."
Ryan's jeans fell to the floor and he kicked his shoes off and stepped out of them. Anna then lowered his underwear and sank to her knees. He looked down at her as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and took the head in her mouth.
Angelo screamed through the gag as his wife sucked Ryan's cock. All he could do was close his eyes and moan at the intense pleasure of a blowjob from someone other than his wife.
It was a blissful blowjob, but it was short. No more than a minute. Anna stood and took his spit-soaked cock in her hand. She gripped it tightly and led Ryan towards the chair where her husband was tightly bound.
Anna then released Ryan's cock, turned around, and sat in Angelo's lap. She moved over him like a stripper would, luring his cock into an erect state despite his obvious distress. As it turns out, he too was vulnerable to his wife's considerable sexual charms and could do nothing to stop her while in such tight bondage.
Once Angelo was hard, Anna stood, dropped to her knees, and took him in her mouth. She gave him a quick blowjob, too, and Ryan watched Angelo's face and witnessed both pleasure and agony dancing across it, perhaps because Angelo was worried about what would happen next.
After the blowjob, Anna stood and kissed Ryan. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and he moaned. It always turned him on when Naomi kissed him after blowing someone else and that same arousal was present in his loins as Anna's tongue danced with his.
"Get on your knees," Anna whispered after the kiss.
Ryan fell to his knees and looked up at her. She ran her fingers through his hair and he was certain she'd pull him to her pussy. She didn't, though. Instead, she stepped aside and Ryan was staring at her husband's stiff, spit-soaked cock.
"Suck his cock," she instructed.
Ryan looked up at her. "What?"
"I want you to suck my husband's cock. It's the last thing in the world he'd want, which is why you're going to do it. You're going to suck his cock and make him feel good. You're going to be an obedient cocksucker for me, Ryan. Now don't argue. Suck my husband's fucking cock or I will destroy your wife."
It wouldn't be hard to make Naomi a pariah. She was normally careful about who she slept with so it wasn't really a risk, but people in the suburbs didn't like women that fucked around. They'd alienate her. They'd make it impossible for Naomi to exist in their small town. Just a few texts from Anna to the right people could make that a reality.
Ryan hadn't sucked cock before. He'd touched a cock when Naomi had instructed him to place it inside her and once he'd put a condom on another man's cock, but he'd never given a blowjob.
"I don't know how," he said as a last ditch effort to make Anna change her mind.
"You've gotten your dick sucked, right? It's easy enough to mimic what women have done to you. This is your last chance, Ryan. Suck his dick right now or I will start texting and spread the word that your wife is a home wrecker."
Ryan looked at Angelo's cock and crawled forward. He reached out and his hand shook as he wrapped his fingers around the foreign object. Angelo struggled in the chair and moaned into the gag, but there was nothing he could do.
Ryan leaned forward and took the head of the cock in his mouth. He was ready for revulsion, for nausea, for psychological pain.
None of that happened, though. Instead, all he felt was a spongy bit of flesh in his mouth. He closed his lips around it. He moved his tongue around. He sucked in hard while doing so.
"That's it, cocksucker," Anna said in a surprisingly soft, seductive tone. "Pleasure my husband. Pleasure the man that fucked your whore wife. Suck his cock and make him feel so fucking good."
Angelo jerked his arms and groaned in pain. He had the good sense not to move his feet too much, for that might have caused Ryan to injure the cock in his mouth if it was shifting around.
"Yeah, that's right, Angelo, you're getting your dick sucked by a man. You might as well be a faggot, and you really will be a faggot if you cum in his mouth. I mean, he's just being obedient. He's doing as he's told because his wife has turned him into a cuck bitch that will follow her rules. You, though, you're a real man. You're not the kind of man that gets his dick sucked by a guy. Well, you thought you weren't, but here you are getting head from a man. I guess you are a faggot, sweetie."
Anna was being cruel. Heartless, even. She was clearly pissed that Angelo had cheated on her and she was more than happy to exact a painful revenge that would likely do lasting psychological damage.
For his part, Ryan was surprised at the excitement he felt. He was fairly certain it wasn't because he had a dick in his mouth, though. Instead, he suspected it was because he was, in fact, being an obedient boy and there was something so thrilling about that.
"Use your hands, Ryan," Anna instructed. "Stroke him as you suck him. Play with his balls. Pleasure him. I want him to cum. I want him to cum in your mouth. I want you to swallow his fucking load."
Ryan sucked harder on the head of the cock in his mouth. He stroked it. He played with the balls.
"Swallow him, Ryan," she said. "Swallow his fat cock. Swallow as much of it as you can."
She pushed on the back of his head and Ryan took as much of the dick as he could. He gagged pretty quickly, but he kept on doing it in the hope of satisfying Anna.
"This isn't quite as nice as having his wife suck your cock in our home, is it?" Anna asked her husband. "She's a good cocksucker, isn't she? A woman like that - a woman freed of the sexual responsibilities of her marriage - is free to enjoy pleasuring a man's cock. She's free to worship a nice big dick - one far bigger than her husband's - and I'll bet she worshiped yours, didn't she? I'll be she was a world class cocksucker for you, Angelo. I'll bet she made you feel like a man as she blew you. I'll bet she told you that she never sucks her husband's worthless cock."
Angelo moaned, though Ryan detected pleasure along with the agony.
"I'll bet that's why you fucked her so good. I'll bet you wanted to show her that you were ten times the man that her husband is."
Ryan could hardly claim to be more of a man than Angelo given that he was on his knees sucking cock.
"Now, though, you're just a faggot. A faggot enjoying a blowjob from a man. A faggot about to blow his load in a man's mouth."
Ryan felt the cock swell up. He sucked harder.
A thick load erupted in Ryan's mouth. The cock head pulsed and the balls jumped in their sack. He nearly choked as the cum ran towards the back of his throat, but Ryan kept his lips sealed around the shaft. He was tempted to swallow, but something told him to refrain just in case Anna had plans.
When Angelo was finished cumming, Ryan pulled off turned to Anna, who was standing next to him. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth as she smiled.
"You can swallow my husband's cum," she said.
Ryan closed his mouth and swallowed. The cum burned going down his throat and he nearly gagged from the taste, but he maintained his composure.
"Get in the bed. On your back."
Ryan stood and crawled into their bed. Anna crawled in after him and mounted his crotch. She freed her pussy from the black lace covering it and took him inside her.
"Your cock feels nowhere near as good as his," she said. "I can see why your wife cucked you with him. I can see why she's cucked you as often as she has in the past few years. This dick of yours couldn't satisfy any woman."
Ryan was already close to cumming, though he suspected that Anna knew that.
"Cum inside me, Ryan," she said. "Cum in my pussy. Unleash your load in another man's wife."
Ryan came as she desired. He came long before Anna even approached an orgasm. He came hard, too, with his body trembling wildly as pleasure enveloped him.
When he'd finished, Anna leaned down, kissed him on the lips, and then smiled and said, "You're not much of a lover. I can see why your wife cucks you. You're every bit the obedient boy she said you'd be, though, so thank you for that."
Anna then lifted her pussy off of him, got out of the bed, and straddled her husband. She grabbed a handful of Angelo's hair and pulled back until he was staring straight up at her.
"That's an inferior man's cum you feel leaking onto your cock. It's going to completely coat that dick of yours and then I'm going to lock you in a chastity device and your cock won't be set free until I'm satisfied that you've suffered enough."
Angelo tried to talk through the gag, but Anna held a hand over his mouth and shushed him.
"You did what you pleased. Now I'm going to do as I please and you're going to suffer. Who knows, I might even ask Anna for a recommendation for a real man that I can cuck you with. Maybe I'll fuck Ryan every day for the next two weeks. Maybe I'll get a strapon and peg your worthless ass every day for two weeks. I know, however, that I'm going to enjoy myself no matter what I do."
Anna turned to Ryan, smiled, and said, "You can go now."
Ryan hastily got dressed as he watched his cum leak out of Anna's pussy and onto her husband's cock.
"Oh, and Ryan, your wife was quite excited that I was going to make you suck cock. You can expect that she's going to make you do that to some of her lovers in the future. I'm sorry about that. I'm afraid it's my fault that you're going to become a cocksucker for your wife. It's a shame that you have to suffer for what she did, but sometimes that's just how it goes."
Ryan wasn't going to say it, but he wouldn't suffer if Naomi made him suck cock because it turned her on to make him give head. He was a cuck, after all, and his wife's pleasure was the only thing that really mattered to him.
If anything, he was excited about opening a new chapter in their journey as a hotwife and cuckold couple.
