Becca Bellamy
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Your Cuckolding - Part 24
🕑 Added 2021-12-24 07:25:02 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“Do you know how long Alec has been in our lives?” your wife asked as she crawled into bed and cuddled up next to you.
“We’re coming up on a year, aren’t we?” you replied.
Her fingers slipped under your t-shirt and she rubbed them in slow circles over your stomach. “That’s right. It will be our one year anniversary in just under four weeks.”
You were a little bit astounded, as it certainly didn’t feel as though that much time had passed since Alec and your wife had first cuckolded you.
“It’s been an incredible year, hasn’t it?” she asked.
“It really has,” you replied. “I don’t know if you feel the same way, but I think I’m as happy as I’ve ever been, if not happier.”
She kissed your neck and said, “I do feel the same way. Alec’s made such a difference in our lives, and all of it positive, I think. Still, when I look back, I can hardly believe how much I’ve learned about myself – and you – in just a year.”
You thought of the many boundaries you’d crossed in the span of just twelve months and it sent your head spinning a little. To have gone from a fairly vanilla sexual relationship to one where your wife’s primary sexual partner was another man was quite the sea change, and that was without including the fact that you regularly offered blowjobs and clean up services among other humiliating acts.
“Do you think of Alec as our bull, instead of mine?” your wife asked.
“I suppose so, yes,” you replied. “It’s been clear from the start that he has my satisfaction in mind as well as yours. I could definitely see where an outsider would hear me say that and think I was insane, but I think it’s true. It’s just that my satisfaction comes from an entirely different place than it does for most men.”
“It certainly does,” your wife said as her fingers drifted between your legs and gently teased your cock through your underwear. She kissed your neck, moaned softly, and said, “After all, how many men get turned on sucking the cock that’s going to fuck their wives?”
Your voice wavered as you said, “Not many.”
“How many men get turned on watching that cock fuck their wives?” she asked.
“Not many,” you replied once more.
“I didn’t know it a year ago,” your wife said, “but now I understand just how lucky I am to be married to a man that finds those things pleasurable.”
“Because Alec fucks you better than I ever did,” you replied.
She moaned and kissed your neck as your cock reached a painfully erect state from her slow, sensual stroking. “That’s right,” she whispered. “He fucks me better than any man ever has. Even after a year together he still makes me see stars every time I cum. The orgasms with him are still light years better than the orgasms I had when we were a more normal couple. I don’t know how long that will last, but I want it to be with him as long as possible.”
You turned your head and your wife looked up at you. Your lips met for a tender kiss that slowly evolved into something lustier. Her tongue danced gently against your lips before moving into your mouth and you indulged in a lusty duel that produced a wet stain in the front of your underwear as precum poured from the tip.
“I need you too, though,” she said. “It wouldn’t work it if was just Alec in my life. I need both my bull and my cuckold. I need to see you on your knees in front of him, fluffing his beautiful cock to get it ready for me. I need to feel your eager tongue against my pussy as you prepared me to be fucked by a superior man. I need to see you crawl between my legs afterwards to clean his cum out of me and give me one last orgasm by massaging my clit with your eager, cum-soaked tongue while his load simmers in your belly. I need you to lick my asshole when he wants anal sex. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I need you to want to be my cuckold. You’re a much bigger part of my pleasure than you might realize.”
“I want to be your cuckold, Sarah,” you said. “I want to be your cuckold forever. Even if you and Alec break up I want to continue being your cuckold. I’ll help you find someone new if that happens. I’ll make sure he’d just as good as Alec.”
You kissed again and she slipped her fingers into your underwear to stroke your cock. Her skin felt warm and soft against yours and the way her tongue moved in your mouth made you wonder if you would be treated to an orgasm by your wife’s hand.
“I want to do something special for Alec, for our bull, in celebration of our anniversary,” your wife said softly. “Something really special.”
“Did you have something in mind?” you asked.
She nodded. “I did. I need your permission, though.”
“My permission? What could you need my permission for?” you asked.
Your wife smiled sweetly and kissed your neck. Her lips were soft and a little bit wet and when she let her tongue dance over your skin it proved to be utterly intoxicating.
“I want to give him the ultimate gift,” she said. “I want to give him something that every man like him deserves and that most desire.”
You were utterly dumbfounded as to what your wife could be talking about, for you couldn’t imagine what she could give Alec that he hadn’t already enjoyed.
“I want him to get me pregnant,” she said.
“Pregnant?” you asked as a sense of shock overtook you.
She freed your cock from your underwear and said, “Yes. I want Alec to get me pregnant. I want us to start a family with him. I want the man that has changed our lives – the man that has become my primary sexual partner – to get me pregnant.”
An unexpected wave of arousal followed the initial shock of your wife’s desire. You weren’t really thinking clearly, but it made sense. Alec wasn’t just a guy she had sex with every once in a while. He’d become a huge part of both of your lives, and you’d both come to see him as a leader, in a manner of speaking, in your marriage. He’d guided your evolution into the cuckold you’d become and he’d guided your wife in both helping you experience every pleasure a cuckold craves and in embracing the pleasure she both deserved and desired.
“This isn’t my decision to make, though,” your wife said. “It’s our decision to make. Do we want our bull to get me pregnant, to help us start a family together?”
You reached between your wife’s legs and pressed your fingers against her cotton panties. You felt the warmth and wetness you’d expected and smiled as you slipped your fingers into her underwear and inside her.
“Are you this wet because you’re thinking about having his baby?” you asked as you moved in and out of her pussy.
“Yes,” she said. “And, to be honest, I’ve been thinking about it for a few months now. It feels like a desire I don’t have any control over, like it’s something my body has decided it wants without any input from my brain. It’s almost like it’s a primal thing, like…well, like my body wants the superior man in my life to get me pregnant.”
There was a time when that would have been a crushing comment. That time had passed, though. It had long since passed, in fact. The first time you sucked Alec’s cock you embraced the idea that he was the superior man. In fact, a comment that might have crushed you at some point was now a source of great arousal as you felt your cock throb while the words spilled from your wife’s lips.
“I want that too,” you said.
Your wife smiled brightly and kissed you. She pulled your hand from her panties and hurriedly took them off before straddling you. Your cock slipped between her plump, soaking wet labia and inside her. You moaned into her mouth as her pussy swallowed every inch of your stiff cock.
“I’m going off birth control tomorrow,” she said. “You deserve to enjoy my pussy one more time before Alec gets me pregnant.”
Your toes curled as she slowly lifted off your cock and sank back down again. You reached up to take off her t-shirt and free her wondrous breasts. You took them in your hands and your mind conjured an image of them swollen with milk to feed the baby that Alec would give her.
“Tell me you want it,” your wife said.
“I want Alec to get you pregnant,” you replied. “I do, Sarah. I want Alec to get you pregnant. I want our bull to get you pregnant.”
Your wife closed her eyes and moaned. Her head rolled towards the ceiling as she moved her hips back and forth over your crotch. The intense heat of her pussy bathed your cock, enveloping you in a perfect kind of pleasure that blended with the cuckold-fueled lust that filled your body.
You moved your hands to your wife’s stomach and imagined it growing with another man’s baby. She stopped grinding on your cock and looked down with a smile on her face.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” she asked. “About his baby growing inside me.”
“I am,” you replied. “I can’t stop thinking about it. There’s just something so beautiful about it. It really is the right choice, Sarah. I was shocked when you first said it, but it’s the right choice. There’s no question it’s the right choice. Of course Alec should get you pregnant. Of course you’d want him – and not me – to be the one to help us start a family. And of course he’s the sort of man that would be happy to do that for us, because you’re right that he cares about our happiness.”
Your wife leaned down and kissed you. “He’s a wonderful bull,” she said softly. “And I want him to be ours forever. I want us both to work hard to make him feel good, to make him feel like a man wants to feel. Will you do that for me? Will you work hard to make Alec feel good?”
You nodded. “I will. I’ll do whatever it takes.” It wouldn’t be hard for you, though, as you’d come to enjoy doing whatever it took to make Alec and your wife feel good. You enjoyed sucking his cock. You found it pleasurable, in fact. You enjoyed cleaning up after he’d fucked his load into your wife. You enjoyed everything about being a cuckold.
“I want you to cum inside me,” your wife said as she sat up and started to ride you in earnest. “And remember, this will be the last time you fuck me until Alec gets me pregnant. I’ll still have protection from the birth control for a while after I go off it, but I’m not taking any chances with you. I don’t want your baby growing inside me. I want his. I have to have his. My body was made to have his baby, not yours.”
“Oh, fuck,” you said.
“That turns you on, doesn’t it?” she asked.
You nodded.
“You really are a cuckold,” she said. “And I love you for it. I love that you get closer to cumming when I tell you that I don’t want your baby inside me, that you’re not good enough to get me pregnant. I love that you’re going to be an even better cuckold for Alec and me in the coming months. You’re going to be an eager cocksucker. You’re going to happily give up your spot in our bed if Alec wants to spend the night. You’re going to clean his cock and balls after he’s done fucking me. You’re going to do anything and everything that’s asked of you because I want to make sure that Alec knows we appreciate that he’s a wonderful bull for us.”
“Sarah…I’m close,” you said.
“And I’m not,” she replied. “But that’s okay. Your cock can’t make me cum anymore. I’ve had something better – much, much better – and you pale in comparison.”
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” you said.
Your wife smiled as you came inside her. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the pulsating pleasure in your loins as you injected shot after shot of cum into her slick pussy. Your thighs trembled and your toes curled. You had a world class orgasm fueled by all kinds of cuckold pleasures.
Your wife leaned down and kissed you softly. “You’re the most wonderful husband in the world,” she whispered. “I love your more than I could possibly explain. Thank you for being such a good cuckold for me.”
“It’s my pleasure,” you said. “Trust me, it’s my pleasure.”
