Becca Bellamy
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Playing with Fire - Part 10
🕑 Added 2023-07-22 06:22:07 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"What are you doing here?" Emily asks.
'Here' is her apartment. You're on your knees in her apartment, in fact. You're naked, too.
"You...you asked me to come over," you reply.
She puts her hands on her hips but her face remains still and unreadable. She steps closer, extends her foot, and gently plays with your balls using the tip of her canvas sneaker.
"I think we both know that's not what I was asking, cuck," she says. "Yes, I invited you over, but it's not as if I own you. It's not as if I can command you, and from what you've said, your wife has been rather generous in delving deeper into your cuckold fetish."
"Yes, she has," you reply. She's been quite generous, in fact. Over the past two months she's let you watch almost every time she's been with one of her lovers and in most cases she's let you clean up his cum. Most of the time she pours it out of a condom and onto her body, but in recent weeks she's been a little bolder, including jerking you off into one of her lover's cum-filled used condoms and pouring a load of cum into your mouth while you masturbate.
Emily smiles. "Then why are you here? If you're getting more of what you crave from your wife, why did you accept my invitation to come over? Why did you follow my command to strip naked the moment you stepped into my house? Your beautiful wife has happily played into your desire to be a filthy cum slut, so why do you still need me?"
You close your eyes and your cock and balls tingle with pleasure as the phrase 'cum slut' bounces around your brain.
"Is that why you're here?" Emily asks. "Does your wife still not quite understand what you need, cuck? Are you still unwilling to fully express your desires to her?"
You open your eyes, look up at her, and nod. You feel terrible. You shouldn't have accepted Emily's invitation. You shouldn't have driven to her apartment. You shouldn't have gone inside. You shouldn't have stripped and dropped to your knees for her. Your wife has made your cum eating dreams come true and it hadn't seemed to make any real impact on the health of your marriage, either.
Unfortunately, you couldn't resist the allure of that heavy dose of humiliation you knew Emily would give you. As generous as your wife had been, you still hadn't been able to confess all of your desires to her. You just couldn't. You knew she'd see you differently, that she might struggle mightily to accept that her husband was the kind of man that wanted to be called a cum slut, that wanted to do more than watch her fuck someone else, that would have found it thrilling for his wife to demand that he suck her lover's cock and then help guide it inside her before being allowed to watch them fuck.
"You're a greedy little cuck, aren't you?" she asks.
You feel guilty as you nod. She’s right, though. There’s no denying it. You’re greedy. Terribly greedy. You’re weak, too. You wouldn't have ended up at her apartment if you were strong. You would have resisted the allure of the humiliation she could offer you.
"Do you remember when I made you suck cock for me?" she asks.
You nod.
"How often do you think about that, cuck?"
"Most days." you answer. "I still masturbate sometimes and I can't keep it out of my head when I do. It just...the thought just appears. I can feel him in my mouth. I can taste him. I can taste his cum. I can feel the...I don't know...the thrill of it...the..."
"The sheer humiliation of being a cuckold cocksucker?" she finishes your thought.
You nod.
Emily grabs a handful of your hair and steps closer as you crane your neck to look up at her. You watch as a look of lust slowly washes over her face. "I have to admit, I like that you can't resist me, cuck. I like that you're so weak, that all I have to do is text and you'll come running, strip, and get on your knees like some pathetic little toy that's desperate to be used. That's what you are, isn't it? A pathetic little cuck toy that's willing to let me do just about anything I desire as long as I give you the humiliation you crave?"
You should shake your head, get up, get dressed, and leave. You know you should. You know that's the smart decision. That's not what you do, though.
"Yes," you answer. "Please...Emily...I just...I know I shouldn't be here. I know I should be satisfied with what my wife gives me, I know that she's wonderful in every way and that I don't even deserve a woman like her, but I just can't help but crave what you give me."
Emily smiles. "Pathetic," she says. Then she steps back, bends over, and gathers all the saliva in her mouth. She purses her lips and you quickly open your mouth. You receive her fluid and a moment later she shoves three fingers onto your tongue. "Suck," she demands.
You suck her fingers as she fucks your mouth with them. In and out, in and out, in and out they go. Her saliva mixes with yours and some of it spills out as she pumps your face. You gag from time to time when she gets particularly deep and your eyes begin to water. All the while, Emily remains bent over with a wild, delighted look in her eyes.
She pulls her fingers from your mouth and wipes them on your cheek before releasing her grasp on your hair, stepping back, and reaching under her pleated skirt to lower her panties. You stare hoping for a look at her pussy, but her skirt keeps it covered, denying you even a glimpse.
"How long has it been since your wife cuckolded you?" she asks.
"Five days," you reply. "She fucked one of her regulars last Saturday. We went to his place. They fucked twice, actually. He got so turned on watching me lick his cum off her ass that he wanted to fuck her again almost immediately."
Emily smiles. "I can't say I'm surprised. I bet most of the men she cuckolds you with really like the idea of her pathetic husband licking up their cum. It makes them feel superior, I'm sure, and they are superior, aren't they? After all, they're fucking your wife and making her cum and they're definitely not watching like a little bitch and desperately licking up sticky loads of spunk like you."
"No, they're not," you reply.
"You're a disgusting little cum whore, aren't you?" she asks.
Your dick starts to grow as you nod. The thing that turns you on the most, though, is thinking of your wife uttering those words before she pours a load of cum into your mouth. It's intoxicating enough to hear Emily say it, but there's something intensely pleasurable about imagining those same words coming from your wife.
"What are you thinking right now?" Emily asks.
"That I want to hear my wife say those words," you admit.
She smiles, lifts her skirt, and rubs her pussy with three fingers. You can see that she's wet. Exceedingly wet, even. "It's more than that though, isn't it?" she asks. "Humiliating you turns me on. It makes me wet. It makes my pussy tingle with desire. It makes me wish there was a real man here right now so he could bend me over and fuck me while you watched, you pathetic little cuck."
Your dick is hard. It's rock hard.
"That's the real fantasy, isn't it?" she asks. "You want your wife to find it arousing to humiliate you. You want it to make her pussy wet to call you a cum slut, or a cock whore. You want her to get turned on as she watches you suck dick for her. You want her to get off on the idea of her lover using your mouth for his pleasure before he pounds her pussy, cums inside her, and demands that you act like the filthy cum whore you are and lick every drop of it out of her."
"Yes, I want that," you say. "I do. I want that."
"What would your lovely wife say if you confessed that?" Emily asks. "Would she refuse? Would she have a look of horror on her face? Would she think that she'd married a depraved freak?"
"I don't know."
Emily slips three fingers into her pussy, closes her eyes, and fucks herself as she reaches down with her other hand and rubs her clit. The sight of her masturbation is breathtakingly beautiful, to the point that you can't look away.
She pulls her fingers from her pussy and feeds them to you. She does so slowly and with a smile on her face. She's rewarding you with the taste of her cunt and you can't help but enjoy the sweetness of it on your tongue.
"I think she might be more receptive than you think," she says with a smile. "After all, she's been feeding you the cum of her lovers for more than two months now. If she hated it, she would have stopped. She would have told you she found it all disgusting. She hasn't said that, though. She's kept on cuckolding you. She's kept on letting you feast on the loads of the superior men that fuck her. She's been more than happy to offer you a little bit of verbal humiliation, at least from what you've said."
You nod. Your wife has indeed been willing to offer up light humiliation about her lovers being better than you and about preferring their cocks over yours.
"She knows what you are," Emily continues as her fingers remain in your mouth. "She knows that you're a cuck. That you're a cum slut. That you're a fucking cum dumpster. That you're a pathetic little jizz slurping whore. She knows that you're not like most men, that you're a rare breed of man that would choose to watch her get fucked instead of fucking her yourself. She knows all of that and she's still with you. I don't think she'll freak out if you tell her that you want her to be harsher, verbally speaking. I don't think she'll lose her mind if you confess that you desperately want to be a pathetic, disgusting cocksucking cuck for her."
You want that to be true. You're desperate for that to be true. You're skeptical, though. You're not certain your wife is that kind of woman, and even if she was willing to try, you're not certain she'd be able to remain married to you after she'd talked to you like Emily does or watched you give a blowjob.
"You're going to tell her," Emily says as she pulls her fingers from your mouth. "You're going to tell her tonight, in fact."
You shake your head. "I can't."
She smiles. "You can, and you will. If you don't, I'll tell her. I'll tell her everything we've done together. I'll tell her how I met you while you were buying condoms. I'll tell her about all the times we've gotten together, about all the things you've done for me, about all the pleasure I've given you. I'll tell her absolutely everything. Remember, I don't give a fuck about you. You're just a toy, a plaything. I'll blow up your life if I have to."
Your chest tightens as fear grips you. She'll tell your wife. You know she will. "Okay. I'll tell her. I will. I'll tell her what I want, what I really want."
Emily lifts her skirt and says, "Would you like to eat my pussy?"
You know you shouldn't. You know you should just go home. You nod.
She smiles, grabs a handful of your hair, and pulls your mouth to her pussy. You taste her. You close your eyes. You moan. You eat her pussy. You make her cum. While you do, she showers you with the verbal humiliation you crave. She turns you on while calling you a cocksucker, a cum whore, and a small-dicked cuck, among other things.
You get dressed and go home with the taste of her pussy on your tongue. You consider saying nothing to your wife and lying to Emily about having confessed. It feels dangerous, though. Emily's unpredictable, and while you don't believe that you mean nothing to her, you're also quite certain she'd have no problem doing damage to your marriage if she was in the mood to be destructive.
Two hours pass before your wife returns home from work. You give her a kiss and she tells you that she has a date that night and that you're invited to watch. It's with a guy she's seen before, a guy whose cum you've eaten on multiple occasions, a guy who loves the fact that you're so eager to watch and eat his load after they've fucked.
Your wife strokes your cock through your pants as she tells you about it. You get hard as a rock. Arousal floods your body as you imagine licking a thick load off your wife's breasts, or her tight ass, or her stomach.
"I...what would you..." you say before trailing off.
Your wife studies your face for a few moments and asks, "What's wrong?"
"I'm selfish," you say. "You've given me so much of what I crave, with this fantasy of mine, I mean, with cuckolding me, and yet I find that I still want more."
"More?" she asks. "What do you mean?"
"I know it's not fair," you reply. "I know I should just concentrate on how amazing it is that you're willing to let me clean up your lover's cum, that you've done things like give me a handjob with a used condom or poured the cum into my mouth, that you let me watch, that you sometimes talk about how your lovers are better than I am while giving me a handjob. I'm so grateful for all that because it makes me cum so hard and it, well, it actually makes me feel seen, like you understand me in a way no one else ever has."
She doesn't look annoyed or angry as she says, "But you want more?"
You nod.
"More of what? How could I give you more?"
"It's...it's humiliating to lick another man's cum off your breasts," you begin, "but I like that. I love that. That's what turns me on. That's what I...that's what I crave. I couldn't begin to explain why. I really couldn't. It's just the way I am."
She reaches up and caresses your face. "I know."
It surprises you. It probably shouldn't, but it does. "You do?"
She nods. "Of course I do. It's why you like hearing that my lovers are better than you, that I prefer a big cock to yours, that they fuck me better than you do, that just about anyone I've ever been with fucks me better than you do."
Your cock is so hard it hurts.
"But you want more?" she asks.
You nod. "I'm sorry."
She leans forward and kisses your cheek softly. "You don't have to be sorry. I thought letting you lick cum off of me might change the way I thought about you or that it might change our marriage, but it didn't. Not really, anyway. I still love you. I still want to be with you. I have no interest at all in actually dating another man or getting divorced and spending years searching for someone that would be a good fit for marriage. I've already found that man, even if he enjoys the humiliation of watching his wife fuck other people, even if he gets off on licking the cum of those other people off of me."
She kisses you. It starts off soft and slow, but then she moans and her lips part. Her tongue slips into your mouth and dances with yours. Your hands move down her back and you grab her ass and pull her closer.
"It's a shame you can't fuck me like any of my lovers," she says softly. "If you could, you could have me right now. I think we both know you'd just disappoint me though, don't we?"
You nod.
"Instead, you'd rather watch," she says. "You'd rather get on your knees and watch as another man takes me into his bed and satisfies me."
"I'd rather watch and then clean his cum off of you," you reply. "I'd rather lick it off your perfect tits, or your tight ass, or your stomach...or your pussy."
She reaches down and strokes you through your pants. "And what else?" she asks.
The words are on the tip of your tongue, but you can't quite let them loose. Your wife steps behind you and kisses your neck. She presses her body against yours and you close your eyes as she runs her hands down your chest and between your legs.
"What else do you crave?" she asks softly. "What else would thrill you to do instead of fucking your wife?"
"I'd...instead of fucking you I'd rather...I'd rather suck the cock of the man that's going to fuck you," you admit.
For a moment your wife is silent as you feel that tightness in your chest again. What if she's horrified? What if you've just proven to be too much of a freak for her? What if she's about to walk away, pack her things, and leave you?
She does none of those things, though. Instead, she kisses your neck, moans softly, and says, "That would be humiliating, wouldn't it? To suck the cock of the man that's going to fuck your wife? To show him just how different the two of you are? He would certainly never drop to his knees and suck cock, but he's not like you, is he? He doesn't thrive on humiliation. Not like you."
Maybe Emily was right. Maybe your wife understands you better than you think, or maybe she's nowhere near as put off by your desire for humiliation as you thought she'd be.
"I...it would turn me on...it would drive me crazy - in a good way - if you...if you humiliated me...called me names...talked dirty to me while I was sucking his cock," you say.
"Like cocksucker?" she asks. "Is that what you want? Do you want me to call you a cocksucker while you have another man's dick in your mouth? While you're on your knees giving him head before he fucks me?"
"Yes," you admit while a shiver of pleasure moves through your body. There's still fear, though. You can't see your wife's face. She sounds like she's turned on, but she could just be winding you up before she tells you how pathetic you are and instructs you to get out of the house.
"And what else?" she asks.
"I want...I want you to verbally humiliate me when I clean up his cum. I want you to call me a...something like a cum slut while I do it. That would really turn me on. Even more than I'm already turned on," you say.
She doesn't say a word. Her body is still pressed against yours. She's still gently teasing your cock through your pants. You can still feel her breath against your neck.
With each second that passes in silence you feel your fear grow. You're absolutely certain your wife is going to reveal that she's not the slightest bit interested in humiliating you, that she finds you disgusting, that she'd rather divorce you than even consider doing any of the things you just talked about.
"What if he wants to talk to you like that?" she asks.
It's the last thing you expected her to ask. "Your...the guy you're fucking?"
"Yes," your wife says softly. "What if he wants to call you name while you're sucking his cock, or while he's fucking me? What if it would turn him on to humiliate you while he's inside me?"
"I'd love that," you say without thinking. It's true, but the excitement in your voice embarrasses you a little.
Again she's quiet for a short spell and again you feel the fear and angst. Then she says, "You know, you are a cum slut."
You smile and excitement replaces the fear and angst.
"I mean, it's a perfectly appropriate phrase give how much cum you've eaten over the past few months. Plus, I see the look in your eyes when you do it. I'm not sure I've ever seen you so turned on. If you're not a cum slut, I don't know who is," she says.
She steps back and you turn around. You're nervous about meeting her gaze, but you force yourself to do it. Your wife smiles, takes your hand, and says, "Come. I need to get ready for my date tonight, and we need to keep talking about the man you really are. Because you're not quite who I've always thought you are, are you?"
You shake your head.
"Don't worry," she says with a smile. "I think we can make this work. After all, you've made sure that I've gotten what I need, sexually speaking, haven't you?"
"I like to think I have," you reply.
She leans in and kisses you on the cheek. Her lips are soft and warm and she purrs just a little while doing it. "You have," she says softly. "You're damn near worthless in bed, so I've had to get what I need from other men, but you've been kind enough to ensure I can fuck anyone I want, anytime I want."
It's just dirty talk, but it's so potent it makes you weak in the knees. It's what you crave, what you need, what only Emily had been willing to give you.
"Come to the bedroom with me. Come and help me get ready for a man who's not worthless in bed, a man who can actually fuck me to the kind of orgasm I deserve, a man who will do that while my pathetic cuckold husband is watching from his knees," she says.
You close your eyes for a moment and let the pleasure wash over you. Then you say, "I love you. I love you so much."
She smiles. "I love you too." She takes your hand. She leads you to the bedroom. You're filled with hope and joy and love and arousal. It seems that Emily was right. It seems, too, that she might have cared for you a little more than she let on, for she seems to have pushed you right into the version of your marriage that you crave.
Only time will tell, but perhaps your wife is ready and willing to humiliate you as you crave.
