Becca Bellamy
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The Destruction of a Cuckold - Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-11-23 06:51:58 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
Caleb stepped into the living room with a glass of wine in each hand and admired the smile on his wife’s face. She had her phone in her hand and she seemed to be texting, which meant she was almost certainly chatting with Bryan.
“How’s Bryan?” Caleb asked as he set the glasses on the coffee table.
Grace looked up from her phone, grabbed her wine, and said, “He misses me.”
Caleb felt a little twinge of jealousy and lust – two emotions he’d become intimately familiar with in the month since his wife’s first date with Bryan – and he smiled at the pleasure that came with that feeling. “I’m sure he does,” Caleb said. “He really seems to like you.”
“And I really like him” Grace replied with a sweet smile.
“Does that mean you miss him as much as he misses you?” Caleb asked.
Grace nodded and sipped her wine. “It does.”
“Here, put your feet up on the couch. I’ll give you a rub,” Caleb said. Grace did as he requested and he took one of her feet in his hands and offered the kind of rub he’d given a great deal more often over the past month. “So, do you wish Bryan was here instead of away on work?”
“I do,” Grace said.
Caleb was still a little hesitant to probe his wife about her feelings for Bryan – both sexual and emotional – mostly because he worried that she still found it a little strange, or even off putting, that he was so turned on by her relationship with another man. Grace had never mentioned anything, but every once in a while Caleb thought he detected a look on her face or a change in her posture that indicated she’d rather not indulge in his cuckold-fueled desires. Despite his misgivings, though, Caleb almost always failed to restrain himself.
“Do you wish he was the one rubbing your feet instead of me?” Caleb asked.
Grace sipped her wine and smiled at Caleb. “I like it when you rub my feet. It feels nice. I do wish that Bryan was here, though. I like cuddling up next to him. I like when he puts his arm around me and holds me close. I like how good it feels to be close to him. I don’t know…I feel warm and safe and happy.”
Though Caleb hadn’t necessarily intended for his wife to find a boyfriend instead of a bull, her relationship with Bryan had quickly become more than sexual. They really liked each other and Caleb experienced intense arousal at the idea of his wife having an actual relationship with someone else.
“Does that bother you?” Grace asked.
“That you like being in your boyfriend’s arms?” Caleb replied.
Grace smiled. They’d only recently begun referring to Bryan as her boyfriend and it seemed to bring her as much pleasure as it brought Caleb. “Yes. Does it bother you that I find emotional satisfaction with Bryan?”
“No,” Caleb said. “I mean, I guess I feel jealous and sometimes a little bit insecure about it, but that’s no different from the sexual elements, which also make me feel jealous and insecure from time to time.”
Grace offered her other foot and Caleb happily rubbed it. She let out a satisfied moan before asking, “But the sexual stuff turns you on, too. In a really significant way. Is it the same for the emotional stuff? Do you get turned on when I tell you that I love being close with Bryan, that I love being in his strong arms, that I feel warm and safe and happy when I’m with him?”
“It is a turn on,” Caleb answered. “It’s different than the sexual stuff, though. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. It’s like, I’m not hard right now – like I’d probably be hard if you were making out with Bryan or the two of you were having sex on the couch – but I am really turned on. It’s almost a different kind of arousal, like I can feel it through my whole body. It’s like this low level tingling sensation that just sorts of moves through me. I mean, I really like it.”
Grace smiled, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she set her wine on the coffee table and typed out a message as Caleb continued to rub her feet. He pushed up the bottom of her leggings and extended the massage to her calves, which brought about another satisfied moan.
“Does it bother you that I’m turned on by any of this, or all of this?” Caleb asked as Grace’s silence continued.
She looked up at him and offered a soft, almost wistful smile. “I wouldn’t say I’m bothered by it,” she said.
“What would you say?” Caleb asked.
Grace studied his face for a few moments and then looked away as Caleb felt a mild sense of panic rise up in his chest. Was it possible that Grace was already souring on the dynamic their marriage had taken on after she’d cuckolded him with Bryan?
“It’s been an adjustment,” Grace finally said. “I knew it turned you on. Obviously I knew that. I saw it after my first date with Bryan, before I’d really done anything sexual with him. I saw it again – and in a far more potent form – after he’d fucked me the first time. So it’s not surprising. I guess I’m just seeing you in a new light, you know? When we got married, I expected that you’d be the last man I was ever with, sexually speaking. Now that belief has been turned upside down in a fairly spectacular manner, you know? So I’m adjusting to a new way of seeing my husband.”
“Should I be worried?” Caleb asked. He was already worried – he hadn’t considered that Grace might see him differently now that he was a cuckold and she was a hotwife, but it seemed as though that was the case.
“Worried?” Grace replied.
“Yeah. Should I be worried that you see me differently now? I mean, do you see me in a worse light than before, I guess?” Caleb asked.
Grace smiled, this time without any hint of wistfulness. “No, you shouldn’t be worried. Now I see the most honest version of you. You’ve always had these fantasies, and now that I’ve made them come true I’ve met the real you, so to speak. I’m not saying that a cuckold is all you are, but I would say that being a cuckold is where you find true sexual satisfaction.” She paused and offered yet another smile, this one imbued with a hint of lust. “Would you agree?”
“I would,” Caleb replied.
“You look so worried,” Grace said.
Caleb looked down at his wife’s feet as it felt difficult to meet her gaze. “I don’t want my fantasy to ruin us, you know?” he said. “I understand what you’re saying, that you can’t help but see me in a different light, but I’d rather give up this fantasy and keep you than risk losing you.”
“Take my leggings off,” Grace instructed.
Caleb looked up and she stared into his eyes without saying another word. He wasn’t sure what she had planned, but Caleb wasn’t going to turn her down. He crawled forward and slowly pulled her leggings off, revealing a simple blue thong with an obvious wet stain in the gusset.
Grace pushed a hand into her panties and Caleb’s eyes stayed glued to the irresistible space between her legs. He watched her fingers move beneath the blue fabric and when he heard the sounds of wetness it was obvious Grace was penetrating her slippery pussy.
“I’m wet,” she said. “As I’m sure you noticed.”
Caleb nodded.
“Do you know why I’m so wet?” she asked.
Caleb finally looked up to see a seductive smile on his wife’s face. “Because…because you’ve been thinking about Bryan?”
“That’s right,” Grace replied. “I’ve been texting him my thoughts and he’s been texting me his. I miss him and he misses me, of course, but we got a lot more specific. I miss the feel of Bryan’s lips against mine. I miss the feel of his body on top of mine. I miss the feel of his strong hands on my breasts. I miss the feel of his cock inside my pussy. I miss the way he moans when I make him cum. I miss the way he makes me cum.”
Caleb couldn’t help his arousal as he watched his wife lose herself in her lust for Bryan. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were moving rapidly in her panties as she indulged in her desire and masturbated while he watched from just a few feet away.
Grace pulled her fingers from her panties – before she’d climaxed – and held them up. “I’m soaked because I’ve changed too. I’m different than I was before I went on that first date with Bryan. I’ve had the best sex of my life in the past month and there’s no question that’s changed me. So I see myself differently, too. We’re both changing, Caleb, and that’s a good thing, at least in my mind. So you have no reason to be worried. I’m adjusting and I imagine you are too.”
Caleb hadn’t really thought about it that much, but Grace was right. There was no question their marriage had changed and he was almost certainly adjusting to those changes. For him, though, the changes all felt like they were for the better.
“How long has it been since you fucked me?” Grace asked.
Caleb thought about it for a moment and was surprised to find that it had been more than a week. They’d fucked almost every day after Grace’s first date and they’d done so again after her second date, which included oral sex with Bryan. He hadn’t paid much attention to the fact that they hadn’t fucked with anywhere near that level of frequency since Grace had fucked Bryan for the first time.
“I think it’s been almost a week and a half,” he said.
“That’s right,” Grace replied as she slipped her fingers back into her panties. “It’s been ten days since you fucked me. Do you know why?”
“Because you’re fucking Bryan now?” Caleb asked.
“That’s right,” Grace said. “Because I’m fucking Bryan now.”
Caleb sat back on his knees and reached between his legs. He stroked his cock through his jeans and asked the question that popped into his head. “Is it also because Bryan is better than I am?”
“Is that what you want?” Grace asked. “Do you want me to fuck you less because Bryan is better than you? Would that turn you on if I wasn’t interested in your cock anymore because I’ve found a man that fucks me so much better than you ever have?”
Caleb hesitated as he thought of what Grace had said. If he was honest, if he admitted that he loved the idea of her not wanting his cock anymore because she was fucking someone better than him, would that make Grace think less of him? Would he diminish himself in her eyes if he admitted that he found the notion thrilling?
While he was thinking, Grace pulled her panties off, spread her legs, and reached down to slip three fingers into her wet pussy. She penetrated her pink flesh with ease and moaned. Caleb felt overcome with lust, making it impossible to do anything but follow his arousal.
“Yes, Grace, it would turn me on if you weren’t interested in my cock anymore,” Caleb admitted. “I know it’s fucked up, but I love that you find Bryan so satisfying that you don’t really want or need to fuck me anymore.”
Caleb saw something briefly flicker across his wife’s face – was it disappointment, or even a hint of disgust – before she pulled her fingers from her pussy and said, “Fuck me, Caleb. Put your cock inside me and fuck me.”
Caleb crawled forward and entered his wife. She was as wet as he’d ever felt and he remained still for a few moments to experience the thrill of being bathed in her desire for another man.
“You’re so wet,” Caleb said. “Are you…are you wet for him?”
Grace wrapped her legs around him and answered, “Of course I am. I never get this wet for you.”
Caleb groaned and fucked his wife. Every thrust brought with it a little explosion of pleasure between his legs. It wasn’t just that she was soaked and that her pussy felt perfect. It was that she was soaked for another man, that thinking about Bryan had gotten to her that place.
“Does my wet pussy feel good, Caleb?” Grace asked.
“Yes, it feels perfect,” Caleb replied. “You feel so good, Grace. You feel so fucking good.”
“Does it feel even better because you know I’m wet for another man?” she asked. Caleb moaned and nodded. Grace smiled and added, “Enjoy it, Caleb. Enjoy my wet pussy. Enjoy the pussy that prefers Bryan’s cock.”
“Oh…God, Grace,” Caleb said. His body hummed with the pleasure that emanated from between his legs. Every thrust into his wife was a moment of pure joy and the closer he got to his orgasm the more he thought of the many pleasures of his cuckolding. “Grace…would you…do you wish Bryan was the one fucking you right now?”
Grace moaned and said, “Yes, Caleb. I wish Bryan’s body was on top of mine. I wish Bryan’s big cock was inside me. I wish I could kiss him. I wish I could tell him how good he felt inside me. I couldn’t say that to you, Caleb, because it would be a lie. Your cock doesn’t feel like much of anything compared to Bryan.”
“Oh…fuck!” Caleb cried out as he came inside his wife. He closed his eyes and Grace put a hand on the back of his head and pulled him close. She kissed his neck and ran her fingers through his hair, engulfing Caleb in what felt like love and warmth.
“I like how much you enjoy being a cuckold,” Grace said softly.
“Yeah?” Caleb asked as the pleasures of his climax continued to radiate outwards from his loins. He lifted his head to see a beautiful smile on Grace’s face.
“Yes,” she said. “It’s nice to know that we both find such pleasure in me having sex with Bryan.”
“I guess we really do,” Caleb noted. “Can I…Can I help you cum?”
“That would be lovely,” Grace replied.
Caleb pulled out and got on his knees in front of the couch. He lifted Grace’s shirt and freed her breasts from the simple bra she wore. His lips encircled one of her nipples while his hand moved between her legs to offer an orgasm with his fingers.
“Think about him,” Caleb said. “Think about him fucking you like you crave. Think about his body on top of yours. Think about his big cock inside you. Think about Bryan giving you what you need, what I can’t give you.”
In his post-orgasmic state, it felt strange and a little dangerous to utter those words, but Grace’s loud, lovely moans made it seem as though she found it quite pleasurable to do exactly as Caleb suggested. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to arrive, and after her climax Grace pulled Caleb’s lips to hers for a lingering kiss.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“Thank you,” Caleb replied. “I know this is not the sex life you’d ever imagined having, but I’m grateful that you’ve been willing to do this, to cuckold me.”
“You’re right,” Grace said. “It’s not what I ever imagined, but, at least for now, our sex life is better than it used to be. A lot better, in fact. It involves another man, but it’s better.”
“I love you,” Caleb whispered before offering a soft kiss.
“I love you too,” Grace replied.
Caleb smile blissfully as he stood and got dressed. He was riding high on the joys of cuckolding without any inkling of the turmoil to come.
