Becca Bellamy
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He Spends the Night and You Sleep on the Floor
🕑 Added 2021-09-09 06:12:48 +0000 UTCYour wife was going to let you sleep in the guest room. Her bull had a better idea, though. He suggested that you spend the night on the floor of the master bedroom.
He saw a little bit of fight in your eyes while he was fucking your wife. He saw that you hadn’t yet accepted your place as a cuckold. He could see the arousal, of course, but he could also see that you weren’t quite ready to accept that you’re not man enough to fuck your wife like she needs.
That’s why he told her you needed to sleep on the floor. He told her that every cuckold needs to learn his place, that a cuckold/hotwife relationship can’t work if the cuck believes he’s every bit as much of a man as his hotwife’s bull is. You’re not, though, and her bull understands that. He knows that the reason he ended up in your bed is because you’re not good enough to satisfy your wife. He knows that you can’t make her cum like he can, and he knows that you needed a little bit of help to accept that reality.
So you grabbed an old sleeping bag from the attic, your wife tossed you a pillow, and you slept on the floor by her side of the bed.
You listened as they engaged in pillow talk. You listened as he told your wife how beautiful she was and how good her pussy felt. You listened as she told him that he gave her the best orgasm she’d had in years, maybe ever.
You listened as they kissed. You listened as your wife moaned. You looked up but you couldn’t see anything from the floor. You’d been instructed to remain in your sleeping bag, too. It wasn’t your place to watch without permission, and while you wanted to, your wife’s bull was so forceful when he instructed you to sleep on the floor that you worried he’d be more than happy to punish you for disobeying him.
You figured they’d do a little kissing and go to sleep, but instead he fucked your wife again. You listened to the moans. You listened to the sounds of sex. You listened to your wife cum with his cock buried inside her. You listened to him cum while her tight pussy was wrapped around his thick shaft.
Your cock was stiff in the sleeping bag as you listened, but you’d been forbidden from masturbating so you stared at the ceiling and soaked in a mixture of arousal and misery as your wife and her bull fucked and climaxed.
They fell asleep not long after. It took a little longer for slumber to take you, but it came eventually. You woke up a few times in the middle of the night, mostly because the floor’s a terribly uncomfortable place to sleep. Each time it took a few seconds for you to remember that your wife’s bull had ordered you to spend the night in a sleeping bag on the floor. Each time you felt a little rush of humiliation. Each time your cock got hard as you thought of your wife spending the night in your bed with another man.
Her bull’s moans woke you up in the morning. The room was filled with warm sunlight. You opened your eyes and the sound of a blowjob soon joined her bull’s moans. Your wife was giving him head to start the day. You couldn’t remember the last time she’d treated you to that particular pleasure. You felt jealous. You were turned on, too.
Your wife’s bull commented on her oral talent. She told him it was nice to play with a cock that was worth sucking on, unlike yours. You throbbed in the suitcase. You desperately wanted to masturbate and you gripped the edge of the sleeping bag to keep your hands from pushing down into your underwear.
Your wife and her bull fucked not long after. She got on top and rode him. As she bounced you could see the top of her head, but nothing more. You imagined her in the nightie she’d worn to bed. You imagined her breasts bouncing beneath the soft satin. You imagined your wife and her bull joined at their loins, with his big dick deep inside her and tight pussy milking it as she bounced.
She came while riding him. They switched positions soon after. Your wife got on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. She looked down at you with a smile on her face.
She moaned as her bull slipped his cock into her from behind. You watched her face. You watched the pleasure wash over it. You watched the joy she felt at having someone else’s cock inside her while you were on the bedroom floor where her bull had ordered you to sleep.
He came after a few minutes of vigorous doggystyle sex. Your wife smiled at you as another man experienced the height of sexual pleasure while inside her.
Her bull ordered you to make them breakfast. You got out of the sleeping bag and your wife chuckled at the sight of your erection. She made no move to provide you with even a hint of satisfaction, though.
You left the bedroom as your wife and her bull cuddled up. He told you to bring them breakfast in bed when you were finished cooking. You told him you would.
You cooked. You served them. You waited on your knees by the bed as they ate. You cleared the dishes when they were done. Your wife had her bull’s cock in her mouth once more when you returned from the kitchen.
He smiled and said you could watch, but only if you thanked him for making you sleep on the bedroom floor and helping you accept your place as a cuckold.
You thanked him, just like a good cuckold should.
Comments
Stephen
Thank you, sir.
