Becca Bellamy
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Putting the Cuckold in His Place
🕑 Added 2023-06-03 06:07:14 +0000 UTCIt was a fairly stressful day at work, but as you approach the house you feel that stress begin to melt away. After all, there's nothing quite like taking your wife in your arms for a hug and a kiss.
Today your stress melts away for an entirely different reason, though. Today you see something that excites you as you step into the house. It's the first thing that catches your eye as soon as you open the door.
It's a pair of panties resting on the stairs. They're red and they look to be boyshorts and they're made from the most delicate, beautiful lace. You close the door and approach the staircase that leads to the house's second floor. You lean forward and run your fingers over the panties. The lace feels impossibly soft and your cock stirs as you touch it.
You look up the stairs, hold your breath, and listen. You hear nothing, though. You look down at the panties once more and loosen your tie. You unbutton your shirt. You unzip your pants. You strip as you know you're supposed to upon seeing a pair of your wife's beautiful panties on the stairs. You strip because there's something you absolutely must do, something she's made perfectly clear that you're expected to do when she leaves her panties on the stairs.
You strip until you're fully naked and you neatly fold your clothes. You pick up the delicate red lace boyshort panties, run your fingers over them, and hold them under your nose. You close your eyes and inhale deeply. The delicate scent of your wife's perfume - the perfume of hers you love the most - fills your nose.
It's the other scent that you find far more thrilling, though. It's the scent that confirms that you're holding a pair of your wife's used panties. It's the unmistakable scent of sex. You're holding - and inhaling the smell of - the panties your wife wore the last time she fucked her bull.
You remember falling to your knees to strip them off of her. You remember how wet and puffy her pussy lips looked as you revealed them. You remember that his cum had leaked into the gusset of her panties, that it had left a thick mess. You remember your wife smiling and gently telling you to lick her bull's cum out of the panties currently in your hand. You remember how strong it tasted on your tongue. You remember how hard your cock throbbed as you followed her instructions.
You didn't get to watch her fuck him that night. She went to his place, as she often does. She likes alone time with her bull, after all. Tonight is going to be different, thought. Tonight she left her panties on the staircase, which is how she tells you that her bull is coming over and that you're expected to be a good cuckold.
The first step is to put on her panties. She's not just leaving them there as a lovely little tease, after all. She's made it perfectly clear that you - her cuckold - are meant to be in a lovely, delicate, feminine pair of panties - and only panties - when her bull is in your home. It's an act meant to remind you of your place, to remind you that he's the real man of the house when he's there.
You step into her panties. You pull them up your legs. You pull them tight against your cock and balls. Your cock hardens a little, just as it always does when you put on her panties. You like that she's so eager to put you in your place. You like that her bull is going to see you in them. You like that your night is going to be filled with the kind of cuckold humiliation you've come to crave in a desperate manner.
You pick up your neatly folded clothes and head upstairs with your cock starting to strain in the panties. You step into the bedroom and see that the light in the master bathroom is on.
"Hey honey," you say.
Your wife appears in the bathroom doorway. She's wearing the same panties you have on, only they look a great deal sexier on you. She's wearing a matching bra, too, and it looks exquisite on her.
"I like your panties," she says with a smile.
"They look even better on you," you reply.
It looks as though she's just about done with her makeup - she looks astoundingly beautiful - and as she saunters towards you her beautiful hair sways from side to side. Her smile seems to get bigger as she approaches, takes the clothes from your hands, and set them on the floor.
She reaches out and caresses your cock. "I certainly like the way your little dick looks in my panties. And I know Matt always enjoys seeing you dressed in my pretty little panties. You like it too, don't you, sweetie? You like feeling like a good little cuck, don't you?"
Your cock stiffens at her touch. It strains against the tight red lace and she smiles at the sight of it and the sense of control she has over you.
"Look who's excited to be a good little cuck tonight," she says softly. "You are going to be good for me, aren't you?"
You nod.
Your wife steps closer and kisses your neck. Your cock somehow gets harder. It aches as the tight lace keeps it from growing to its full - though still unimpressive - size. "You like being my little panty boy cuck, don't you?"
"Yes," you admit.
"You like that Matt's the man of the house when he comes over," she continues. "You like not having to feel any of the pressure a man feels. You like that you can just be a good little cuck, that you get on your knees and await instructions, that you're under no pressure at all, that you just have to obey like a good boy."
You nod and your wife steps back. She smiles at your cock, which is now as stiff as her panties will allow.
"He'll be here soon," she says. "You can greet him at the door. Make sure you thank him for coming over. Make sure you make it perfectly clear that he's the man of the house tonight, that he's welcome to order you around as he sees fit. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do," you reply.
Your wife turns and walks towards the bathroom to finish getting ready for her bull.
"Thank you," you say. "For inviting him over. For letting me watch. For the panties."
"You're welcome, cuck," your wife replies without looking back at you.
You leave the bedroom with your dick still throbbing in the tight confines of her panties. You feel the slight crustiness of the dried cum in the gusset and it serves as a further reminder of your place, a notion that thrills you. You're not sure when Matt will arrive, but you keep yourself busy by tidying up the house and reminding yourself that tonight it's your duty to do as you're told, and nothing more. You are simply to follow instructions and to otherwise remain still and silent as your wife and her bull enjoy each other.
The doorbell rings and you rush to answer it. Matt smiles as he stares at you in your panties. "Please, come in," you reply. He steps into the house and you suddenly feel quite small compared to him. You are, quite literally smaller than your wife’s well-built bull, but your nakedness outside of the panties makes you feel so much smaller.
"My wife is waiting for you in our bedroom," you say. "Is there anything I can do for you before you go to her? Can I get you a drink, perhaps? I am yours to command."
It's humiliating to utter those words to another man, and yet that humiliation thrills you. It makes your balls tingle with desire. The smile on Matt's face is quite thrilling, too, as you see him basking in the sense of superiority you've just imbued him with.
"If I wanted you to get on your knees and throat my cock, would you do it, cuck?" he asks.
"Yes, I would," you answer. You've sucked his cock before. You've done it numerous times, in fact. After all, when he's in the house, your sexuality is of no consequence. Your need to do as you're told is all that matters.
"How about you get on your knees and see if you can get me hard without taking my pants off and without using your hands," he suggests.
You drop to your knees, crawl towards him, and lean in. You kiss his cock through his jeans. You kiss it repeatedly, and when it begins to grow, you use your lips to massage it. You try your best to suck him through his jeans, to lure him into an erect state like a good cuckold, to do as the man of the house instructed.
"Very good, cuck," he says. "Perhaps I'll let you suck on the real thing before I fuck your wife."
"Thank you," you reply.
He turns and walks away. He walks towards the bedroom you share with your wife. You know she'll be waiting in your marital bed. She'll be wearing that delicate red lace bra and boyshort set and she'll be wearing it for him. You know her pussy is already wet and that her whole body will tingle with desire the moment he steps into the room. You know that if you followed right behind him she wouldn't bother looking your way because her desire for him will be so overpowering.
Instead of going right for the bedroom, you wait for a while. You tidy the house. You check the fridge to make sure his favorite beer is there so you can fetch him one after he's fucked your wife. You survey the available snacks in case they're hungry after they've satiated their desire for each other.
Then you return to the bedroom you share with your beautiful wife. You see her in bed with her bull. He's already naked but she's still in her lingerie. They're kissing and her fingers are wrapped around his long, impressively thick cock. He's playing with her tits as she gives him a slow handjob. You stand in the doorway and soak up the arousing sight of your wife’s eagerness to give herself to another man.
He looks at you and smiles. Your wife turns her head and she too smiles as her gaze finds your stiff cock in the sexy used panties she had you put on the moment you walked in the house.
"Come here, cuck," he instructs.
You approach the bed and he slips his hand into your wife's panties. His fingers move slowly and elicit a moan as she closes her eyes.
"You're so wet," he says.
"I'm always wet when you come over," she replies. "I love when you fuck me in the bed I share with my husband. I love when you come over and put him in his place. I love when you show him what it looks like when a real man fucks his wife."
Her bull smiles as he stares at you. He loves putting you in your place, too. "Suck my dick, cuck," he says. "Show your wife that you understand who the man of the house is tonight."
There was a time when you hesitated to suck his dick. That time has long since passed, though. You understand your place. You understand that he's the man of the house on nights like these and you understand that you're just a cuck, and a cuck must do as he's told.
You crawl into the bed and between Matt's legs. You take his dick into your mouth. You suck it like a good cuckold. You fellate the man that will fuck your wife to multiple orgasms tonight. You do so while wearing a pair of your wife's used panties, while your dick throbs inside them. You do so while he fingers her pussy and kisses her, while she moans for him and undoubtedly thinks of how good it's going to feel when his big cock slides into her.
"Get on top," he says to your beautiful wife.
She pulls her panties off and tosses them aside. You let his cock slip from your mouth and back up as your wife straddles him.
"Put me inside her, cuck," he instructs.
You wrap your fingers around the thick shaft that was just in your mouth and guide it into her pussy. Your wife slowly sits down on it, taking every inch into her perfect, slick, needy cunt. She moans while he fills her and you can't get enough of watching her pussy swallow the cock that dwarfs yours.
"Suck my nuts, cuck," her bull instructs.
Your wife moans as he says it. She moans because it turns her on when he orders you around. It turns her on when he degrades you, when he shows that he's in charge, when you offer your submission to the man she's given herself to, to the man that will fill her pussy with his cum multiple times before the night is over.
You suck his balls as instructed. You lie on your stomach, crawl closer, and take his balls into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around them. His musky scent fills your nose and his taste dances on your tongue as your wife rides him. You try and suck loudly so she can hear it. You know it turns her on when you're a good cuck - and you do as you're told - and you love nothing more than turning your wife on.
"Is he being a good cuck?" she asks. "Is my husband sucking your balls, Matt? Is he showing you that he understands that you're the man of the house?"
Her voice is thick with lust as she talks to her bull, but the last question seems to turn her on more than the others. She rides him a little faster as she says it. It seems that she gets off on the differences between her husband and her bull and that she really likes it when he shows that he's in charge.
"He knows his place," Matt says. "He knows that his wife chose a far superior man as her bull. He knows that he can't compete, that he needs to put those panties on and show us both that he's a good little cuck bitch."
You close your eyes and lose yourself in the bliss of being a good cuck. You suck his balls as your wife's ass drops down onto your head over and over. You swirl your tongue around his sack as the sounds of sex fill your ears. It's obvious your wife's pussy is soaked and from her increasingly loud moans it's equally as clear that she's already well on her way to a thunderous orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, Matt, your cock feels so good inside me," she says. "I'm close, baby. I'm close."
"Cum on my cock while your cuck sucks my balls," he replies. "Cum on a real man's cock."
Your wife's moans get louder. She rides him harder and faster. She cums. She cums hard. She moans in that long, low manner that always accompanies her orgasm. You've heard it so many times, and yet it never gets old.
She leans forward and you look up to see his slick shaft stretching her pussy lips. You hear them kiss. You hear your wife say, "It's so nice to have a man in the house."
He lifts her off his cock and she cuddles up next to him. "Suck my dick, cuck," he says.
Your wife looks down at you as you take him in your mouth. She smiles while watching you suck the cock that just made her cum. "You're such a good cuck," she says. "Such a good boy for me. I love that you understand your place. I love that you didn't fight putting on my panties. I love that you don't argue about sucking dick or balls or cleaning my pussy. I love that you know that you're just not capable of being the kind of man I need."
She seems so happy, and she deserves that happiness. You're happy, too. It took a while for you to embrace what truly made you happy, but there's bliss to be found in being a good cuckold for your wife, in fully embracing the idea that you're not man enough for her.
She looks at her bull, kisses him softly, and says, "How would you feel about spending more time at our house?"
He smiles. "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."
"How would you feel about that, cuck?" your wife asks as she runs her fingers through her bull’s chest hair.
His cock is still in your mouth as she asks the question. You're still dressed in a pair of panties. Your dick is still hard. It's a question worth considering, because your wife is asking you if you're okay with what might be a substantial change to your life. After all, he typically spends 2-3 nights every month at your house. It's really just a small sliver of your life. Any increase would dramatically change your existence.
And yet, the answer comes without much need to consider it. "I'd love that," you reply. "You deserve to have a real man around."
She smiles. "And you like being a cuck, don't you? You like the freedom of not having to make any decision. You like not having to feel any pressure about satisfying me. You like that a real man can do that when Matt's here. You like that your only job is to do exactly as you're told. You like that you don't have to lead, that you simply have to follow the instructions given by the man of the house."
You nod. "Yes, I do." It's true. Every word of it is true. It's humiliating, of course, but you've long since made peace with the fact that you crave humiliation and you genuinely like not having to worry about a thing at home, about having to do only as you're instructed to do, about not having to be concerned with your wife's pleasure because a better man is going to take care of it.
"How often do you want me to stay over?" he asks.
"I was thinking at least two nights a week to start," your wife replies.
Matt smiles. "To start?"
She smiles and kisses him softly. "Well, like I said, it's really nice having a man around the house, a real man. So if it goes well, maybe we make it more than two nights a week. If it goes really well, maybe we see how it feels to have you around most of the time."
They share a long, lingering, romantic kiss and you resume sucking his cock. You play with his balls. You pleasure him while your wife seals her bond with him. You know that your marriage - and life - is on the cusp of a major change and despite that being a little scary, you're thrilled.
He looks at you and says, "I think we'll fuck in missionary next, cuck, and I think I'd like to feel your tongue in my ass while we do."
"Of course," you reply. "It would be my pleasure to rim you while you fuck her."
He smiles and so does your wife. "I think I'd like you to call me sir from now on," he adds.
"Yes, sir," you reply. "Of course."
Your wife rolls onto her back and spreads her legs. Her pussy is soaked, but of course it is. It turns her on when he puts you in your place, and he has definitely put you in your place tonight.
He gets between her legs. She guides his cock into her pussy. You take your place. You spread his ass cheeks. You tongue his asshole. You prepare to move your head along with his thrusts. You prepare to do whatever it takes to make them happy.
In the back of your mind, you prepare for your life to change dramatically, for a real man to eventually take your place in the house. There's no stopping it now, and you wouldn't want to if you could.
You're a cuckold. This is your place, and your wife deserves everything she wants, even if what she wants is for another man to take your place.
