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Consulting the Cuckold Humiliation Handbook - Part 13
🕑 Added 2022-05-16 05:00:06 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Scott and Peyton stepped out of his house and walked hand in hand towards Alan’s car. She’d texted him to pick her up after spending the afternoon with Scott and like a good cuckold he’d rushed over as quickly as possible.
“You were incredible today,” Peyton said as Scott walked to her passenger door.
“You’re always incredible, Peyton,” Scott replied as he took her into his arms. “I can’t tell you how much I enjoy being with you.”
Peyton smiled and kissed him. Scott’s hands moved to her lower back and his fingers rested just above her ass as his lips lingered against hers for a kiss that turned into something wonderfully passionate. It built the sort of lust that nearly had her requesting that they go back inside to fuck one more time before she left, but Peyton decided that her lust would be better used in pursuing a bit of cuckold-fueled pleasure with Alan.
“When will I see you again?” Scott asked as he opened the door for her.
Peyton slipped into the car – letting her dress ride most of the way up her thighs in the process – and looked up at her lover to say, “Soon. You know I can’t go very long without having you.”
Scott smiled, gently shut the door, and headed for his house as Peyton watched him go.
“I take it you enjoyed your afternoon?” Alan asked.
Peyton turned to her husband and smiled. She reached over, rested a hand on his thigh, and let her fingers wander towards his crotch. As she did, desire danced across his face, a notion that thrilled Peyton.
“He fucked me three times,” she said. “He’s got incredible stamina, Alan. He’s far superior to you in that way – in many ways, in fact – but you already knew that, didn’t you?”
Alan nodded as Peyton’s fingers reached his crotch. She was delighted to find him half hard and it didn’t take much to bring him to a fully erect state as he no doubt thought about her and Scott.
“We didn’t really leave his bed,” she continued. “We fucked, we talked, we fooled around, we fucked again, we talked a little more, we fooled around, we got each other all hot and bothered, and we fucked again. I honestly can’t think of a better way to spend an afternoon. It was pure, perfect pleasure aided by Scott’s gorgeous cock and his exceptional ability to make your wife cum like no man ever has.”
That elicited a moan from Alan and Peyton felt his cock surge in his pants, which had gotten considerably tighter in the crotch.
“We should go home,” she said. “I have a little surprise for you.”
Alan’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
Peyton nodded and unzipped his pants. She did have a surprise for Alan and she wanted him wildly aroused by the time she unveiled it, so she freed his cock and stroked him slowly as he backed out of the driveway and headed towards home.
“Did you think about me while I was gone?” she asked.
“Yes,” Alan admitted with a nod. “I tried not to, but I had trouble thinking of anything other than you and Scott.”
Peyton teased the head of his cock with her index finger as Alan pulled up to a stop sign. She unbuckled her seat belt, leaned over, and kissed his neck, eliciting yet another moan. “Did you think about me sucking his cock?” she whispered. “Did you think about your wife’s soft lips around another man’s long, thick cock?”
“Yes,” Alan said as he foot remained on the brake.
“I love sucking his cock,” Peyton said softly. “I love getting on my knees in front of Scott and sucking his big, beautiful cock. I love listening to him moan as my mouth gives him the sort of pleasure he deserves. I love making him feel so good. I’ve never loved sucking your cock, Alan. I’ve never loved getting on my knees for you. That’s because you’re not the kind of man Scott is. You’re nowhere near the kind of man he is.”
“Peyton…” Alan said before yet another moan escaped his lips as she kissed and gently sucked on the soft flesh of his neck. “There’s a car,” he finally added. “Behind us.”
Peyton smiled and moved back to her seat. She buckled up and Alan hit the gas, though Peyton kept her hand on his cock. She kept stroking him and slowly building up his arousal for she wanted him to be eager to enjoy the naughty little present she’d prepared for him.
“I sucked his cock twice,” she said. “I went down on him before the first time. I was desperate to have him inside me, but I actually took it slowly, because I really do like having him in my mouth. It actually makes me wet to give him head. It’s incredible, Alan. It was never like that with you. It will never be like that with you. Scott’s just a different kind of man. He’s the sort that a married woman cuckolds her husband for. You’re the sort that gets cuckolded.”
They pulled up to another stop sign and Peyton looked back and saw no cars behind them. She unbuckled again, but this time she dropped her head into Alan’s lap and took his cock in her mouth. She didn’t love giving her husband a blowjob, but there was nothing unpleasant about it, and she loved the idea of getting him so turned on that he’d be eager to get a little kinky with her once they were home.
“Oh my god, Peyton,” he said. “That feels so good.”
She offered a quick blowjob – probably thirty seconds – and then her head popped up and she kissed him, sharing the taste of his cock and his voluminous precum in the process. “It’s definitely not as fun to suck your cock,” she said softly. “It just doesn’t make me wet like sucking Scott’s cock does. Though it is a little bit exciting to think about him while I’m blowing you.”
Alan glanced in the rearview mirror and Peyton looked back to see a car had pulled up behind them. She buckled her seat belt once again and they took off. They were close to home now. Peyton would be able to unveil her surprise soon enough.
“I was on my back the first time he fucked me,” she said. “I almost came the moment he filled me the first time. It’s always like that with him. It feels so good when he slides into me, Alan. He’s so long and thick and he’s just so gorgeous that everything about it feels good. His hard body is on top of mine. His big cock is slowly filling me and stretching me in ways my cuckold husband never has. I know he’s going to fuck me with such skill, too, that I can’t help but get excited at the mere thought of what’s about to happen. I get so wet and worked up that I really could cum in an instant.”
More precum poured from the tip of Alan’s cock and Peyton stroked him a little faster. She knew her husband well enough to understand that he was fairly close to an orgasm, but he wasn’t there yet. She could still tease him a little more. She could pull him closer and closer until he was mad with desire right as they pulled into the garage.
“He fucked me so good, Alan,” she continued. “He fucked me the way I’ve come to crave, to need. He fucked me to a long, loud orgasm. I wrapped my legs around him and I screamed in pleasure. My body trembled. My pussy spasmed around his cock. He gave me the kind of orgasm you never have. He proved to me – yet again – why you’re a cuckold and he’s my lover. He proved to me that you’re just not capable of satisfying me, that you’re going to spend the rest of our marriage being my good cuckold because I’m not willing to go back to the underwhelming sex that you’re capable of offering.”
Alan gripped the steering wheel tighter and Peyton felt his cock surge in her hand. She slowed her strokes and loosened her grip. She couldn’t have him cumming in the car, after all.
“You like this, don’t you?” she asked. “You like being a cuckold. You like hearing that Scott fucks me better than you do.”
“Yes, I do,” he admitted. “I really do, Peyton.”
“Do you want to cum?” she asked.
“More than you can possibly imagine,” Alan answered.
Peyton smiled. “You’ve been turned on all night, haven’t you?”
Alan glanced at her before his eyes returned to the road. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” he answered.
He pulled down their street and Peyton unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over. Her head dropped into his lap and she took Alan’s cock into her mouth again and sucked slowly as he pulled into their driveway. Peyton heard the garage door rumble to life as she pleasured her husband while thinking about the surprise that waited in her purse.
“Let’s go inside,” she said after Alan had parked. “Don’t bother putting your cock away, either.”
Peyton grabbed her purse, got out, and headed for the door. Alan followed and she walked right to the bedroom, leaving her purse on the nightstand and sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread.
“Strip,” she instructed.
Alan smiled and took his clothes off at her command. Peyton reached out and stroked his stiff cock while he removed his shirt and she had him moaning before it hit the floor.
“Another man fucked me three times tonight,” she said. “He came three times while his cock was in your wife’s pussy. I came four times while another man’s cock was buried deep inside me. Each of those orgasms was better than any you’ve given me in years, Alan. Scott is a far superior man when it comes to pleasuring your wife. There’s no comparison between the two of you. He’s just better in every way.”
Alan moaned as Peyton humiliated him. The head of his cock surged and turned a slightly deeper color as blood rushed to it.
“I brought you something,” Peyton said. With one hand still wrapped around his cock, she reached for her purse. Her fingers slipped inside and they emerged holding a used condom that she’d tied off.
“Is that Scott’s?” Alan asked.
Peyton held it up. “This is the condom Scott used the last time he fucked me. I gently rolled it down his beautiful cock after giving him a long, slow blowjob. I sucked him until he was hard and I was soaking wet and then I tore open the condom wrapper and dressed his big, beautiful dick so he could satisfy me one last time.”
Peyton laid the condom over Alan’s stiff cock and took his balls in her hand. She played with them as he stared down at the used rubber that Scott had filled with hot cum.
“First, I rode him,” she continued. “I bounced up and down on his beautiful cock. I ground my pussy all over his crotch. I pursued the pleasure I craved and I made him feel so fucking good. He played with my tits and grabbed my ass and I kissed him as I marveled at how good it felt to have his big cock inside me instead of my husband’s disappointing dick.”
Alan moaned at the humiliation and his eyes still remained fixed on the condom that laid over his cock.
“I came while riding him,” Peyton said. “I came hard, too. I think the third orgasm of the night was the best. I told Scott I wanted him to finish fucking me from behind. I got on my hands and knees for him. I told him to take me from behind, to fill me with his big cock and to reach those beautiful places so deep inside me, those places that my husband’s small dick could never go.”
“Did he…did he fuck you from behind?” Alan asked.
Peyton plucked the condom from his cock, held it up for a moment, and then slowly untied it as she looked up at her husband and said, “He fucked your wife doggystyle. He fucked me hard, too. It felt good, Alan. It felt good to have Scott pounding me from behind and using my pussy for his pleasure. It always feels good to make him – a man like him – cum, and it felt particularly good tonight.”
With the condom untied, Peyton stood up and moved behind her husband. She kissed his neck and found his cock with her free hand, stroking him slowly as Alan moaned.
“Do you want to cum, Alan?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” he replied.
“I’m going to let you cum,” she said. “But you’re going to have to cum like a cuckold should.” Peyton dangled the used condom above his cock for a moment before moving the opening to the tip of his cock.
“Wait, don’t,” he said.
“Shh,” she whispered. “Just accept this. You’re a cuckold, Alan. You don’t deserve to orgasm like normal men do. You deserve to orgasm wearing the used condom of the man that fucked your wife. After all, Scott fucks me because you’re incapable of satisfying me as I deserve to be satisfied.”
Peyton slipped the condom onto Alan’s cock and slowly pulled it all the way down until the head was bathed in Scott’s warm cum.
“That’s it,” she said softly. “Accept your place, Alan. You’re a cuckold. You’re incapable of satisfying your wife. That’s why I fuck Scott. That’s why I’ll always fuck someone like Scott. Your cock should be wrapped in the condom he used to satisfy me. Your cock should be bathed in the cum that my pussy coaxed out of him. If you were a real man I’d be on my back and you’d be inside me, pounding me hard and preparing to fill me with your load. You’re not, though. You’re a cuckold, so the best you get is a handjob while another man’s used condom is wrapped around your cock.”
Peyton pressed her body against his and kissed Alan’s neck as she offered that handjob. She kept the condom wrapped tightly around his cock and used Scott’s cum as lube.
“Peyton…please,” Alan said as a particularly weak form of objection, but that was all he uttered. The pleasure took over. He reached back to pull her closer. His hands found her ass and he grasped it hard as Peyton stroked him faster.
“That’s it,” she said. “Be a good cuckold and enjoy your orgasm, for you aren’t entitled to many of them. A man that can’t fuck his wife worth a damn shouldn’t be allowed to cum very often, and he should have to acknowledge his inferiority when he cums. I can’t think of a better way to do that than to wrap your worthless cock in Scott’s condom and cum to jerk you off.”
Alan moaned and she felt his body tremble a little, indicating that he was well on his way to a climax.
“Tell me that you’re inferior, Alan,” Peyton requested. “Tell me that you understand that you’re an inferior man, that this is the kind of orgasm you deserve.”
“I’m…I’m inferior,” Alan replied. “I am. I can’t fuck you like Scott. This is the orgasm I deserve. It is!”
Alan grunted and groaned as Peyton felt him throb in her hand. She slowed her strokes and concentrated on gently teasing the head of his cock to enhance the pleasure of his orgasm. After all, if Alan thoroughly enjoyed his cuckold-fueled climaxes he was much more likely to want more of them, and that was a good thing for Peyton.
After he’d finished, Peyton released his cock and stepped in front of her husband. “Did you enjoy your orgasm?”
He nodded.
Peyton sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and said, “I’d like you to make me cum, Alan, just like a cuckold should. Get on your knees and eat my pussy.”
Alan dropped to his knees and she reached down to pull her dress up around her waist and move her panties aside.
“Keep the condom on your cock while you pleasure me,” she said. “Think about your place as my cuckold. Think about your cock still being bathed in Scott’s cum while you tend to the pussy that he pleasured tonight.”
Alan ran his fingers up her thighs, leaned forward, and went to work on Peyton’s pussy. She smiled and thought of how successful the evening had been on all fronts. Sex with Scott had been outstanding, as always. Alan had welcomed the kinky pleasure of bathing his cock in another man’s cum for an orgasm, and now he was happily going down on her to provide Peyton with yet another orgasm.
It wouldn’t be long before Alan was ready to embrace deeper, kinkier pleasures like cleaning Scott’s cum off of her – or even out of her – and preparing her lover’s cock with his eager mouth. It would still take time to get him there, but Peyton was determined, for it had become increasingly clear that she found intense pleasure in both humiliating her husband and in training him to be exactly the kind of cuckold she craved. It was equally clear that Alan enjoyed taking deeper steps into cuckoldry, so Peyton saw no reason to stop until she was married to the cuckold of her dreams.
Comments
Shubby99
BB — Your dialogue/Peyton’s humiliating comments toward Her cucky are fabulous...would love to be Her husband ;-)
