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Consulting the Cuckold Humiliation Handbook - Part 11
🕑 Added 2021-12-20 07:22:45 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Peyton’s phone buzzed as she and Alan found their seats in the back row of the movie theater. She pulled it from her purse and saw Scott’s name. “Are you free tonight?” he texted. “I’ve been daydreaming about you.”
“Are they naughty daydreams?” she replied.
“You know they are. I can’t get you out of my head, Peyton. I’m going crazy over here. I need to see you. I need to fuck you,” he texted.
“Come over to the house tonight,” she said. “You can fuck me as many times as you’d like.”
“See you a little later, then,” he replied.
Peyton put her phone on silent and slipped it back into her purse before reaching over and grabbing a handful of popcorn from the tub in Alan’s lap. “That was Scott,” she said. “He’s coming over tonight.”
Alan looked her way and smiled.
“He says he’s been daydreaming about me,” she continued. “That he can’t get me out of his head. That he needs to fuck me.” Peyton saw a flicker of arousal in her husband’s eyes and she leaned a little closer. “You don’t mind if I spend the better part of the night taking Scott’s big cock in my tight, married pussy, do you?”
“Peyton,” Alan said. “Not here.”
Peyton reached towards the tub of popcorn but bypassed it in favor of letting her hand drift between her husband’s legs. She grasped his cock through his jeans and found him well on the way to an erection. “Are you sure about that?” she asked. “It seems like you’re turned on, baby. It seems like you’d really enjoy it if I spent my night getting my tight pussy stretched out by Scott’s big cock.”
Alan closed his eyes and Peyton watched as he surrendered to – or was overtaken by – the pleasure he felt. Just a little bit of dirty talk and she’d managed to lure her husband into that same place of desire he so often traveled these days.
“Do you fantasize about Scott fucking me?” Peyton asked.
“What?” Alan replied.
“When you’re in the shower, or trying to fall asleep at night, or daydreaming while you’re at work,” she said. “Do you fantasize about it? Do you close your eyes and picture what you’ve seen? Do you see me sucking his cock or spreading my legs and welcoming him into my wet pussy? Do you see him fucking me from behind while I stare into your eyes? Do you hear me telling you that your cock is inadequate and that you don’t deserve to fuck me because you’re nowhere near as skilled as he is?”
Alan groaned and Peyton stroked him a little faster through his pants. Anyone that looked up at the back row would have known what she was doing, but she didn’t care, and the theater was almost entirely empty anyway.
“Yes,” Alan admitted. “I do. I fantasize about you and Scott.”
Peyton pulled her hand from between his legs and said, “I do too. I can’t help myself. Fucking him is so much better than fucking you and my body can’t help but crave him all the time. I get wet for him at work. I get wet for him in the shower. I’m wet for him right now.”
Alan turned and his gaze focused on Peyton’s legs. She reached down and pulled her dress up a little, exposing her creamy thighs.
“Do you want to feel how wet I am?” she asked.
“Here?” Alan replied as his eyes darted around the theater.
Peyton nodded. “Feel how wet I am for him, baby. You can feel it through my panties.”
Alan looked around the theater once more and then reached over and ran his fingers up one of Peyton’s thighs. She shuddered at the intense pleasure of his touch – she was certain that being just a little bit naughty in public provided quite the thrill – and then he pressed his fingers against her panties and no doubt discovered the wetness that had already seeped through.
“Can you feel it?” she asked softly. “Can you feel how wet I am for Scott’s big, beautiful cock? Can you feel how badly I need him to stretch me out like my husband can’t?”
Alan surprised Peyton by pulling her panties aside and pushing two fingers inside her. She covered her mouth to prevent an audible moan from escaping and kept her hand there as he managed to massage her clit with his thumb while he worked her pussy.
“Will I get to watch tonight?” Alan asked.
Peyton nodded.
“I love watching, Peyton,” he admitted. “It’s still really weird to admit that, but I love watching him fuck you. I love watching another man fuck my wife.”
Peyton’s orgasm snuck up on her. She closed her eyes and pleasure exploded from between her legs. Alan worked her clit right through her climax and she felt the juices dripping from her pussy and no doubt soaking his fingers.
“Holy shit,” Peyton whispered as he pulled his fingers from her pussy and put her panties back in place.
Alan reached for a napkin and Peyton grabbed his wrist, glanced around the theater, and promptly took his fingers in her mouth to clean them. She held Alan’s gaze while sucking with great fervor. She watched in delight as arousal danced across his face. She did her best to suck her saliva off his fingers as she pulled them from her mouth and then set his hand on the armrest.
“If you were Scott, I’d have my lips wrapped around your cock right now. I’d give you a long, slow blowjob and make you cum in my mouth. I’d swallow for you and I’d tell you how good your cum tasted. But you’re not Scott, are you?” Peyton said.
“No, I’m not,” Alan answered.
Peyton leaned in and whispered, “And that turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” Alan replied.
Peyton rewarded him with a lingering, passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, she reached between Alan’s legs once more and gave him a good stroking through his pants, just to amp up the teasing pleasure a bit.
“Will you be good for me tonight?” Peyton asked.
“I will,” Alan replied.
She smiled. She had plans for him tonight. She wanted Alan to take the first step that would lead him much further down the road of cuckolding.
“You know, before I met you, I never really thought a cock could be beautiful,” Peyton revealed as she slowly ran her fingers up and down Scott’s remarkably stiff shaft. “I knew some were better than others – and that my husband possessed a rather uninspiring cock – but I never thought I could see one and think it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on.”
Scott wore the delighted smile of a man about to have sex with the woman that was gleefully complimenting his cock. “Are you saying my cock is beautiful?”
Peyton nodded. “When I look at it, particularly when it’s so hard like this, I feel everything someone feels when they see something beautiful. It makes me smile to look at it, though I suppose I could just be thinking about how it’s going to make me feel when it’s inside me.”
Scott leaned closer and their lips met for a remarkably passionate kiss as Peyton stroked him a little faster. She really did find his cock beautiful, though she acknowledged it could simply be that his cock made her feel better than any ever had.
“Do you think Scott’s cock is beautiful, baby?” Peyton asked as she turned to her husband, who was naked and on his knees in front of the couch.
“I don’t know,” Alan said.
“You’d admit that it’s more beautiful than yours though, wouldn’t you?” Peyton asked.
Alan nodded.
“Would you like to stroke his cock, Alan?” she asked.
A panicked look crossed his face. Peyton couldn’t help but wonder what was running through her husband’s mind in that moment. She knew he wasn’t attracted to men, but that wasn’t a requirement for what she wanted him to do. In fact, his task was a rather simple one that Peyton still found enormously appealing.
The Handbook Says: Have Your Cuckold Place Your Lover’s Cock Inside You
Peyton had a small twist in mind, though. She wanted Alan to put a condom on Scott’s cock before placing him inside her. She wanted him to embrace his place as her cuckold – and as a man that was truly incapable of pleasuring her anywhere near as well as Scott did – and put in an effort to prepare her lover to fill what was supposed to be Alan’s role in their marriage.
“That’s okay, baby,” Peyton said. “You don’t have to stroke his cock.”
A relieved look washed over his face and Peyton couldn’t help but feel a little excited at the prospect of coaxing Alan into crossing a barrier he clearly wished to remain on the other side of. He didn’t have a choice, though, and she was quite certain she could get him to do as she desired.
“I would like you to help prepare me for Scott’s cock, though,” Peyton said. “So I’d like you to get on your back so I can sit astride your face while I give my lover the pleasure of my mouth.”
Alan quickly moved to his back and positioned himself so Peyton could drop onto his face in front of the couch and take Scott’s cock into her mouth. She stood, stripped, and did so as Scott watched with the anticipatory smile of a man about to get his dick sucked by an eager woman.
“Alan and I had a little teasing fun at the movies today,” Peyton said as she sat on her husband’s face. His tongue went to work immediately and she smiled at the pleasurable feeling of having her clit licked. “We were there when you texted me and I told him how badly you wanted me, and how wet it made me to think about fucking you tonight.”
“Did it?” Scott asked.
Peyton nodded before leaning forward and kissing the head of his plump, perfect, beautiful cock. “It did. Alan liked that, of course. He loves that his wife gets wet for another man. He also loved that I told him I’d have blown you in the theater if you were there with me.”
Scott moaned as Peyton took him in her mouth a moment later. She moved her hips over Alan’s face, leaving her juices smeared all over his chin and cheeks while his tongue spread saliva all over. She didn’t really need to be any wetter to fuck Scott, but she liked the idea of putting Alan on his back and smothering him with her pussy before she fucked the man whose cock she’d fallen for.
“Would you have let me suck your cock in the theater? Would you have let me be a naughty girl like that?” Peyton asked.
“You know I would have,” Scott said. “You know I’m up for anything.”
He’d agreed to let Alan put a condom on his cock without hesitation – Peyton had checked with him first, of course – so she believed that he really was up for anything. She suspected he’d be up for her future plans of bisexual play for her husband, too.
“I would have done it too,” Peyton replied. “Maybe we should go on a movie date this week?”
“Absolutely,” Scott said.
Peyton’s hand moved up and down his slippery, spit soaked shaft as she added, “Maybe Alan can come too. He can sit a few rows ahead of us and look back to see my head bobbing up and down in your lap as I suck your beautiful cock and do everything I can to make you cum in my mouth.”
Alan moaned beneath Peyton and she smiled in delight. She didn’t have to look back to know that his cock was hard. Of course it was. Alan was a cuckold, after all.
“Does my pussy seem wet?” Peyton asked as she lifted her hips and looked down at Alan.
“Yes,” he answered. “You’re soaked.”
“Would you run to the bedroom and retrieve a condom for us?” she asked.
Alan scooted out from beneath Peyton and hurried off to the bedroom.
“Do you think he’s going to do it?” Scott asked.
“I do,” Peyton replied. “It will take a little convincing, but he’ll do it. He’s learning his role as a cuckold and this will really help solidify it for him.”
Alan returned a moment later and Peyton stood and sat next to Scott. She kissed him to busy herself while her husband stood there with a condom in his hand and a rock hard cock between his legs.
“Alan, did you ever think you’d be the kind of man that would retrieve a condom so his wife could fuck another man?” Peyton asked.
“No,” Alan answered.
“I didn’t think so either,” Peyton said as she pointed to the floor and watched Alan dropped to his knees. “I didn’t think we’d ever get to this point in our marriage. I didn’t think I was the kind of woman that would want to fuck another man, but I also thought you could satisfy me when we got married. I was wrong about that, though. You can’t, which is why you just ran for the bedroom to get a condom. That’s your place, baby. You retrieve the condom and Scott fucks me.”
Alan didn’t say anything, but Peyton could see that his cock was still throbbing, which meant she still had him where she wanted him.
“Tear open the condom,” she instructed.
Alan quickly tore it open and pulled out the lubed up prophylactic inside. He extended his arm to hand it to her, but Peyton refused.
“Put it on Scott’s cock,” Peyton said.
Alan looked at Peyton and then at Scott’s cock, but he made no move to put the condom on.
“I know it’s scary,” she said softly. “I know it is. I know handling another man’s cock probably seems utterly terrifying, like you’re crossing some sort of boundary you can’t ever come back from. But the truth is, you crossed that boundary a long time ago. You’re already on the other side. Putting that condom on Scott’s big, beautiful cock is just one more little step. It’s you admitting that you recognize your place in our marriage. It’s you showing that you understand that you will never, ever be able to fuck me like Scott – or another man like him – can fuck me. It’s you showing that you understand that our marriage will never go back to the way it was. You will never be my primary sexual partner again. You’re not capable of it. Which means you need to take this step. You need to put that condom on Scott’s cock. You need to play your part and prepare him to fuck your wife.”
Alan looked pained, but Peyton was certain his cock was even harder. He was dripping quite a bit of precum, too. He might not have wanted to cross the boundary, but it wasn’t because he found it disgusting.
“Do it,” Peyton said. “Prepare my lover’s cock to fuck me, just like you prepared my pussy with your tongue.”
Alan’s hand shook as he reached out. He paused just a few inches from Scott’s cock.
“Put the condom on this beautiful cock,” she said. “Wrap it up for me. Make it safe for him to fuck me. You won’t have to do this forever. Soon enough Scott won’t use condoms when he fucks me. Soon enough he’ll get to have my pussy bareback. Soon enough he’ll get to cum inside me. For now, you need to put that condom on him or I won’t get the satisfaction I deserve.”
Alan placed the condom at the tip of Scott’s cock and gently rolled it down the shaft. Peyton leaned over and kissed her lover softly as she said, “I told you he’d do it for me. I told you he’d be good. I told you he knew his place.”
“You were right,” Scott said. “You know your husband very well. Better than he knows himself, maybe.”
Peyton looked back at Alan – who seemed a mixture of terrified and aroused – and said, “I do know you better than you know yourself, baby. I know that you enjoyed that. I know that deep down you found great pleasure in dressing a bigger, better cock so it could fuck your wife.”
Alan couldn’t manage to express himself, but that didn’t bother Peyton. She saw the desire on his face. She saw his cock throbbing. Even if he was experiencing some level of agony, she was okay with that. His transformation into a perfect humiliated cuckold would likely be painful at certain points.
“Now you’re going to do one more thing for me,” she said. “You’re going to put Scott’s cock inside me. You’re going to wrap your fingers around the base of his thick, beautiful, perfect cock and you’re going to guide it between my plump, wet pussy lips. You’re going to hold it in place while I take it all the way inside me. You’re going to do so because you want to be a good cuckold for me, Alan. You’re going to do so because you want to show me that you know your place in the new version of our marriage. Do you understand?”
Alan nodded, though he looked far from convinced. Peyton straddled Scott and kissed him as she felt his cock against her ass cheeks. She took his tongue in her mouth and sucked like a woman possessed. It wasn’t just that she was trying to make Alan the cuckold she wanted him to be. It was that she found it pleasurable to humiliate him. It made her pussy wetter. It made her cum harder on Scott’s cock. It was partly because Alan clearly enjoyed it, but Peyton was more than happy to be selfish about it, too. She liked humiliating her husband.
“Put him inside me,” Peyton instructed. “Wrap your fingers around my lover’s perfect cock and put him inside your wife. Help him fuck me. Help him do what you’ve failed to do for years.”
Peyton lifted her hips and looked over her shoulder to see Alan reach out and take Scott’s cock in his hand. The tip moved between her labia and slipped inside her. Peyton smiled as pleasure emanated outwards from her loins. Her husband was doing as she desired. He was being every bit the good cuckold she wanted him to be.
“Now watch, baby. Watch me ride his cock. Watch my pussy lips stretch out around it. Watch him satisfy me. Watch what it’s like when I cum on a real man’s cock,” Peyton said.
Peyton bounced hard on Scott’s cock. Her tits bounced in his face and he reached up to play with them as she rode him with wild abandon. He pinched her nipples and she cried out joyfully at how good it felt.
“Masturbate, baby,” Peyton said. “Play with your inadequate cock while you watch me ride a real man. Don’t you dare cum, though.”
Peyton leaned down and kissed Scott. She heard her husband moan and she hoped it was because he had an even better view of her pussy being stretched by someone else’s cock. She came not long after. She was far too worked up to last very long. Thankfully, she could cum multiple times, so the night was just starting.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Peyton said to Scott. “Follow us, baby. You can put his cock inside me again. You can do it all night, in fact. Wouldn’t it be nice to feel useful?”
Alan didn’t say anything, but he happily stood and followed Scott and Peyton as they made their way to the master bedroom. Peyton knew Scott could last a long time – and go multiple times if she wanted – so she suspected Alan would get lots of chances to get used to having his hands on another man’s cock. He’d need to get used to it, because before long Peyton planned on having him do a great deal more than simply guiding Scott’s cock inside her.
After all, the Handbook had so much more to teach her, and so much more humiliating fun for Alan to experience.
