Becca Bellamy
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Sometimes, It’s Hard to be a Cuckold
🕑 Added 2021-10-10 05:11:46 +0000 UTCYou woke up with an erection and a deep desire to be inside your wife. You’d been denied that particular pleasure for months because she’d taken a lover that satisfied her sexual needs to a far greater degree than you’d ever been able to. She offered you regular handjobs to dissipate your growing desire, but they weren’t enough to fully deflate your need.
You cuddled up next to her and kissed her neck as the morning sunlight streamed through the windows. She greeted your touch with a sleepy moan and shifted her body against yours. Her ass pressed up against your pelvis and it felt as though your bodies melded. She’d granted you a handjob two days prior, but it still felt as though it had been weeks since you’d had an orgasm. Even the simple pleasure of feeling her ass against your crotch was intensely arousing.
You moved your hand over her thigh and up her torso. Your fingers came to rest just beneath her breast and you kissed her neck again. She shifted her hips and rubbed her perfect ass against your crotch, further igniting your desire. You grasped her breast through the thin material of her tank top and she moaned. You kissed her neck again and she moaned even louder.
She took your hand in hers and lifted your finger to her lips. She took it in your mouth and sucked on it like she was offering the finest oral pleasure a man could possibly experience. It wasn’t the same as a blowjob, of course, but it was a perfect tease and your dick throbbed. You were certain that your beautiful wife was about to welcome you into her pussy after an impossibly long period of denial.
When she relented sucking on your finger you reached down to work her panties off. Every signal she’d given you indicated her willingness to have sex so you figured it was a surefire thing. It wasn’t, though. She reached down and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from removing her panties. You felt crushingly disappointed.
“Please,” you said. As embarrassing as it was to beg your wife for the privilege of being inside her, you couldn’t help it. You desperation was overwhelming.
“No,” she answered before rolling onto her back and sitting against the headboard. She gently patted her thighs and said, “Come here.”
You laid your head on her warm, smooth skin and your wife ran her hands through your hair and down your back.
“I know it’s hard,” she said. “I know that you want me. But you can’t have me.”
“But I need you,” you replied.
“I know,” she said softly. “But you still can’t have me.”
“Why not?” you asked.
“Because you don’t deserve me,” she answered. “Because you don’t measure up to him. Because he’s far better than you and I shouldn’t have to experience below average sex just because you’re my husband.”
Her words felt harsh, but she delivered them in a soft, loving tone. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t entirely disagree with her. You knew you were below average – or worse – as a lover and you knew that he was far better than you. You knew she deserved the best. You wanted her to have the best. You still wanted to be inside her, though. You couldn’t help that.
“I take care of you, don’t I?” she asked. “I give you pleasure. I stroke your cock and fill your head with dirty talk that makes you cum, don’t I?”
“Yes,” you replied. She gives you a handjob at least once a week, sometimes twice, and it’s always intensely pleasurable. It’s not sex, though.
“Would you feel better if I gave you a handjob right now?” she asked.
You looked up at her and nodded. As much as you wanted to fuck her, you knew it wasn’t going to happen, so you were better off taking what you could get.
Your wife took off her tank top and laid next to you. You slid your underwear off and she wrapped her fingers around your cock and stroked you.
Her lips found yours for a soft, lingering kiss. She offered her tongue and you took it with a moan as her fingers worked their magic on your stiff cock.
“I know you crave my pussy,” she said softly. “But I don’t crave your cock. I don’t want it. I don’t need it. Not anymore. I crave him. I crave his cock. I crave his body. I even crave the pleasure of feeling him cum inside me.”
You thought of the last time you watched them together. You thought of how he came inside her while she was on top. You thought of how she begged him for his cum. Over and over she uttered those beautiful words. “Cum inside me,” she said to him. “Cum inside me!”
“I love that you crave him,” you admitted.
“I know you do,” your wife said as she gathered the precum dripping from the tip of your cock and used it to lubricate your shaft. “You’re a cuckold. Of course you love it. I know you want me, but I also know that you love that you’re not allowed to have me anymore. You’re simply not good enough to let you into my pussy. You just don’t compare to him. You don’t deserve to fuck me.”
Her words led you down a path of pleasure, your cock throbbing in her hand as she put you in your place as her cuckold.
“Now cum for me,” she said. “Cum like a cuckold. Cum as you’re denied my pussy. Cum as I stroke your cock and tell you that you don’t deserve my pussy.”
You climaxed. Cum spilled onto your stomach as your wife kissed you. You moaned into her mouth as your desire spilled from your cock.
“Thank you,” you said. You’d learned that it was always good to thank your wife after she’d granted you an orgasm.
“It was my pleasure,” your wife replied.
You cleaned up your mess and made breakfast together. You’d started your Saturday unlike most married couples, but despite your frustration at your denial, you were happy. After all, being a cuckold thrills you.
