Becca Bellamy
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A Good Cuckold Always Cleans Up His Messes
🕑 Added 2024-04-27 05:03:23 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous entries in the 'Ways to Make Him Cum' series.
The mall is a wonderland for a cuckold. More than half the stores are full of women's clothing and underwear and you can't help but think that your wife would look beautiful in just about all of it.
More than that, though, you think that her bull would love her in almost every outfit you see. He'd be unable to keep his hands off her in the little sundress on the mannequin you walked by a half an hour ago. He'd love to have her on his arm for a dinner date in the tight black dress you saw a few minutes ago. He'd absolutely love to fuck her in the lingerie set you're staring at right now.
"Like what you see?" your wife asks.
She's returned from the bathroom and you're not the slightest bit ashamed to have been staring at a mannequin in the Victoria's Secret window. After all, you love buying your wife beautiful things to wear for her bull.
"I do," you answer with a smile. "That would look incredible on you."
She takes your hand, kisses your cheek, and replies, "I think you might be right, but there's really only one way to know for sure."
A familiar kind of excitement builds in your body. The kind that you're certain only a cuckold experiences. The kind of excitement that comes from thinking about the pleasure of watching your wife have sex with another man in the lingerie set you bought her.
"Could we?" you ask.
She nods. "Absolutely. You know I love it when you buy me pretty things to wear for my bull. You know I love that look on your face when you imagine him seeing me in something new and naughty and sexy."
"It really turns me on," you admit. "Buying you lingerie to wear for him."
She kisses your neck and whispers, "Lingerie that you get to watch me get fucked in."
You nod.
"Lingerie that only my bull gets to fuck me in. Lingerie that you can see but can't touch. Lingerie that you're not allowed to fuck me in because you're not worthy of that kind of pleasure."
Your arousal threatens to become a problem as your cock grows stiff in your underwear. You look down and see a bit of a bulge, but your underwear are tight and have mostly contained your cock.
"Let's go shopping," she says with a smile so bright that you're absolutely certain she's gotten a little bit turned on at offering just a hint of the kind of verbal teasing you enjoy.
She squeezes your hand and leads you into the store. You find the lingerie that was on the mannequin and bring a set to the fitting area. Your wife gives you a soft kiss on the cheek and then saunters towards one of the fitting rooms before disappearing inside.
You sit and pull out your phone. You'd love nothing more than to peer into the fitting area as you wait for your wife to emerge, but you don't want to seem like a creep. So instead you browse social media, watching a few cute dog videos.
Then you get a text from your wife. "This lingerie looks amazing on me. He's going to love it. Would you like to see it?"
"Yes. More than anything," you reply.
You look down the fitting area hallway and wait for your wife to emerge. Your cock tingles with excitement. You love the moment when you first see her in something that's meant to arouse her bull.
"I'm not sure you deserve to see it yet," she texts. "Maybe I should make you wait. Maybe he should be the first man to see me in this lingerie. It's meant for him, after all. It's not meant for a cuckold."
Your pulse quickens and your fingers tremble a little as they hover over your phone. She's teasing you. She's playing into your desires. She's doing what she can to arouse you in a Victoria's Secret and you love her desperately.
"Perhaps I could earn the right to catch a glimpse of you in the lingerie you're going to wear for him," you reply. "Maybe I could pick out a lovely satin robe to go with that lingerie set, something soft and comfortable that you could wear while doing your hair and makeup, or something that would act as a lovely way to tease your bull before you drop it and reveal the lingerie you're wearing for him."
You like it when she plays these little games with you, when she makes you work a little for the rewards you crave. Even a reward as simple as merely seeing her in a lingerie set is something you appreciate more when she's made you work for it.
"That sounds lovely. Go and pick out the robe. I'd prefer something with lace trim. Come back with it and I'll give you a little glimpse of how good I look in this lingerie set."
You stand, glance down to make sure the bulge of your cock isn't too obvious, and then head off to find a lovely black satin robe with lace trim. You rush through the store and find your way to the robes. You run your fingers over the delicate satin. You find one with the perfect lace trim and locate her size. You grab it and rush back to the fitting area.
"I'm back," you text.
She opens the door to her fitting room and you see her stocking-clad leg poke out. Her hand follows and she beckons you to rush down the hallway. You do so without thinking and no one from the store is there to stop you.
"Stop," she says when you're just a foot from her fitting room. "Give me the robe."
You can't see your wife - only her leg and her arm - but you hand her the robe. The door to the fitting room closes and you wait in the hallway. You feel a little uncomfortable - if another woman stepped out of her fitting room she might get quite angry at the presence of a man - but you wait.
Finally, the door opens fully and your wife invites you to gaze upon her. She's wearing the robe. It's tied shut. It's not quite long enough to reach her stockings, which is perfect as you catch a glimpse of her thighs and the lace tops of her nylons. You made a good choice. The robe is perfect. It enhances her sexiness.
"You look amazing," you say.
Your wife smiles. "Yes, I do."
Then she gently unties the robe and holds it closed as you smile. Your excitement builds. You know you're only going to be given a quick flash of her body in black lingerie, and yet you're utterly delighted at the prospect.
She pulls the robe open a few inches and you see her cleavage, the black lace of the bra holding her breasts, the garter belt across her stomach, and the semi-sheer panties that cover her perfect pussy.
"Perfect," you whisper.
Your wife closes her robe, smiles, and says, "That's all you get, my love. That's all a cuckold deserves until my bull has seen me in this."
"Thank you," you reply.
"You're welcome, my love."
You turn to walk away, but she stops you.
"Would you like to kiss my feet before you go?"
She's being generous. She knows an act of submission turns you on. She knows that there's a thrill to engaging in such an act in public.
"Yes," you answer.
"You may do so."
You check to make sure no one is watching and then drop to your hands and knees, bend over, and kiss each of your wife's nylon-clad feet. She purrs softly as you do so and that adds infinite pleasure to the act of submission.
You stand, smile, and say, "Thank you for that."
She gives you a kiss on the cheek and gently nudges you back before closing the door to the fitting room. You're overjoyed as you depart the area and sit with your phone once again in your hand.
A few minutes later your wife emerges from the dressing room with the lingerie in one hand and her purse in the other. She hands you the items you'll be purchasing, gives you a kiss on the lips, and takes your hand.
You pay for her lingerie and carry the bag out of the store. You've done everything you needed to do at the mall so you leave. You hold hands all the way to the parking lot and you open the passenger door like a gentleman. Your wife rewards you with a kiss, this one longer and imbued with a deeper level of passion.
"Thank you for the beautiful lingerie," she says. "I love it and I'm certain he's going to love it too."
"It was my pleasure," you reply.
You set the bag in the backseat and get behind the wheel. You get on the road and your wife reaches over to massage your cock through your pants.
"I texted him while I was in the fitting room. I sent him a picture of me in the robe and stockings. I told him you were going to buy me something sexy to wear for him. I invited him over tonight to fuck me, to satisfy me in front of my cuckold husband in the lingerie you'd bought for me."
"Is he coming?" you ask.
"He is, my love," you say. "I told him I needed an hour to get ready for him, but he's coming."
She teases your cock the entire drive home. Then she heads to the master bathroom to get ready. She does her hair and makeup in the seductive manner her bull enjoys. She changes into the lingerie, though you're not permitted in the bedroom when she does so.
Your beautiful wife emerges from the bedroom looking like she did in the fitting area. The robe is closed. You can see her stocking tops. You know she's wearing lingerie underneath, but it's hidden from you.
"Do you want to watch today?" she asks.
You nod.
"No masturbating while you watch. No touching yourself at all. Focus on my pleasure while he fucks me. I'll focus on your pleasure afterwards."
"No masturbating," you say. "I promise."
When her bull arrives, your wife greets him at the door. He smiles when he sees the satin robe, stockings, and heels. He steps back to admire her and then she beckons him into the house.
They kiss in your foyer. His hands move down her back, caressing the soft satin while their tongues entwine. He grabs her ass and gives it a gentle squeeze as she moans into his mouth. He pulls up the back of the robe and you see her ass in the panties.
Her hand moves between his legs and she strokes his cock. "I love that you're already hard for me," she says.
"You're irresistible," he replies. "And this robe feels fucking incredible."
She looks at you, smiles, and says, "My cuckold picked it out. He thought you'd like it."
Her bull joins your wife in looking your way and he too smiles. "You were right, cuck."
He grabs her ass and picks her up. Your wife wraps her stocking-clad legs around him and they kiss as he walks towards the bedroom. You figured they might have a glass of wine or fool around on the couch, but it seems that they're both so overwhelmed with desire that they're skipping that part of the foreplay. You're more than happy to follow, though.
He sets your wife down in the bedroom and she hastily strips off his clothes as they kiss. She does so with such deftness that you can't help but be impressed. She's stripped him naked often enough that she can do it with her eyes closed.
You sit in what your wife often calls 'the cuck chair.' You've dragged it in from your office as you often do. You're tempted to masturbate through your jeans, but you remember your wife's instruction. You put your hands on the arm rests and you watch as she strokes his stiff cock and kisses him while his hands move all over her robe.
"Get in the bed," she says to her bull.
He pulls the covers back and lies on your side of the bed. His bare ass is right where yours will be later tonight.
She looks at him, smiles, and tugs at the strip of satin that keeps her robe closed. It loosens and you see her cleavage and her taut stomach. Her bull sees it too and he smiles. He takes his cock in his hand and strokes slowly. He's allowed to masturbate but you - the cuckold - must keep your hands at your sides and leave your dick alone.
Your wife pushes the robe off her shoulders and spins around. She looks back at him and lets the robe fall to the floor. Then she slowly turns around and models the lingerie for him. She does a little dance while running her hands over her body. She cups her breasts in the lace bra. She rubs her pussy a little. She runs her fingers through her hair, pulling it up and letting it go so it cascades over her shoulders and down her back.
His cock is hard as a rock with a drop of precum at the tip. He's utterly enraptured with your wife and with good reason. She's beautiful and seductive and she looks insanely hot in the lingerie you bought her.
"Do you like it?" she asks. "Do you like the lingerie my cuckold bought me?"
"I fucking love it," he says. "I want you. I fucking need you."
She loves hearing that from her bull. It makes her pussy wet. You know it does.
She crawls into the bed. They kiss as she strokes his cock. Their tongues mingle and you listen to her moan. She kisses her way down his body. She takes him in her mouth. She gives her bull a blowjob while you watch from the cuckold chair. Your dick throbs, but you can't touch it. You can't pursue your pleasure. You have to think about her pleasure. It's painful. It really is. You're good, though. You keep your hands on the arm rests, gripping them tightly when the urge to jerk off gets particularly strong.
To your surprise and delight, your wife climbs onto her bull in reverse cowgirl, pulls her panties aside, and takes him inside her. Her lean, fit body looks beautiful atop his cock and you listen to her moan as he fills and stretches her pussy for the first time in nearly a week.
"He feels so good inside me," she says while staring at you. "His big cock feels so good in my tight pussy."
"You look so good. That lingerie is perfect. You look so fucking hot riding him," you reply.
She rides him while holding your gaze. It's an intense experience. You focus on her pleasure. You try and ignore your overwhelming desire to masturbate.
"You want to jerk off, don't you cuckold?" she asks.
You nod.
"But you're not going to, are you? You're going to keep your hands off your dick because you want your reward. You want an orgasm, and you know that if you touch your cock without permission that I'm not going to let you cum," she says.
She rides him faster and moans and you're absolutely certain it turns her on to talk like that, to fill your head with the kind of cuckold pleasures that only dirty talk can offer. That makes it easier to keep your hands off your cock because it feels like doing so actually adds to your wife's satisfaction.
"I'll bet you'd love to lick my clit right now, wouldn't you?" she asks.
You look at her pussy. You see him filling her. You see thick cock stretching her out over and over as she rides him. You think of being between his legs and licking her clit. It sounds like the hottest thing in the world.
"Yes. I'd love that. Can I do that?"
She shakes her head and moans. "You have to sit there and watch, my love. You don't get to participate. You don't get to jerk off. You have to sit and watch while he fucks me, while he makes me feel good, while he makes me cum all over this big, beautiful cock of his."
She looks at you and moans. She bounces on his dick as he reaches up and grabs her tits, playing with them in the delicate lace of her bra. She moans louder. It's all so fucking hot to witness and it's so difficult to remain in the chair, to keep your hands on the arm rests, to pass up the pursuit of any sort of pleasure.
Your wife lifts her pussy from his cock and spins around. She takes him inside her once more. She rides him vigorously. When she leans over to kiss him, you're granted the most incredible view of her pussy taking his cock. Up and down she rides while grinding her clit against his pelvis. They both moan. They're fucking with wild abandon and well on their way to mutual orgasms.
"Fuck, baby, cum inside me," she says. "Cum in my pussy while my cuck watches!"
They fuck for a little longer. Then they cum together. They cum loudly. They cum hard. His cock pulses. His balls jump in their sack. Her ass vibrates from the pleasure coursing through her body.
They kiss and whisper to each other afterwards. He caresses her body. She runs her fingers through his hair. She tells him how good he makes her feel. She tells him she wants him to fuck her again before he goes home.
Then she asks for a little alone time for you and her. She lifts her pussy from his cock and rolls onto her back. He gets up, puts his boxers on, and heads out of the bedroom.
You're still in your chair. Your dick is still throbbing. Your wife is on her back in her lingerie. Her panties are damp with his cum. You can see some of it leaking out of her and pressing into the delicate lace.
"Stand and strip, my love," she instructs.
You stand and remove your clothes as you stare at your wife's beautiful body. Her chest is flushed red and her brow looks slightly damp from the vigorous nature of the ride she took on his cock.
"How long has it been since I gave you an orgasm?" she asks.
"Five days."
She smiles. It pleases her that she's in control of your orgasms. "Come to me, my love."
You crawl into the bed and next to your wife. Your body lies next to hers. You feel her warmth, the lace of her lingerie and the smoothness of her nylons against your skin. She kisses you and her fingers find your cock and stroke you slowly as your tongues mingle.
"It won't take you long to cum, will it?" she asks.
You shake your head.
"I like that. I like that you get so turned on that I can make you cum in less than a minute if I want. I like that I get to control how long you feel that pleasure you crave."
You like it too, so much so that your dick throbs in her hand.
"There's something I want today," she says. "Something that I think should become a regular practice."
"Okay."
She smiles. "You don't even know what I'm going to say."
"It doesn't matter. I want to do it for you."
She kisses your neck and moans. She releases your cock and pushes her fingers into her panties. They emerge covered in her bull's cum. Her fingers approach your mouth. They push past your lips and onto your tongue. You suck them clean.
"You like cleaning his cum, don't you?" she asks. "You like being a good cuckold and cleaning the mess my bull leaves inside me."
"Yes, I do," you admit as your dick throbs without being touched.
She kisses you. Her tongue mingles with yours. She tastes his load. She shares it with you. There's something intensely sexy about it. Something that makes your dick ache.
"A cuckold should always clean up," she whispers. "There's no better way of embracing your place, is there? He fucks me better than you do. He makes me cum harder than you do. That's why I'm with him, after all, and you enjoy cleaning his cum out of me because it's a perfect way of embracing your place in the sexual hierarchy."
"Yes," you whisper.
She takes your cock in her hand and strokes your furiously. "I know it won't bring you anywhere near as much pleasure, but you're going to start cleaning your own messes from now on. Every time you cum you're going to swallow as much of it as you can. You're going to be a good cuckold and consume the loads I let you spill."
"Oh, fuck."
"You like that, don't you? You like the idea of licking up your cum. Of course you do. You're a good cuckold. You're not going to like it after you've cum, but you're going to do it anyway, aren't you?"
"Yes, I will," you answer.
She kisses your neck and moans. "That's a good boy. Now cum for me so I can feed you your load. I'll feed you his, too. I'll feed you all the cum you handle, cuck."
You cum. You cum so fucking hard. You cum all over your stomach and her fingers. You fill the bedroom with loud grunts and groans as pleasure tears through your body in the most remarkable way.
You realize your eyes were closed from the sheer pleasure of it. When you open them again, you see your wife's fingers dangling over your mouth. You see your cum on them.
"It's time to clean your mess, my love," she says softly. "And when you're done, you can crawl between my legs and clean his mess too."
You feel the revulsion you knew you'd feel. You don't want to eat your cum. Not after you've had your orgasm.
You do it, though. Your wife was very generous in letting you buy her lingerie, in letting you watch as she and her bull fucked. She was generous in giving you an orgasm, too, so you reward her generosity by doing as she desires.
You clean your cum from her fingers. When she scoops it off your chest, you suck her fingers clean.
"That's a good boy," she whispers.
"Thank you for being so generous," you say.
She smiles. "You're welcome. Now you may crawl between my legs and clean his mess out of me."
You're a very lucky cuckold.
