A Taste for Her Obedient Cuckold

The question is a simple one: Did she cuckold you tonight?

She almost certainly did. She went on a date, after all. She wore that red dress that no man could possibly resist. She wore an elegant, expensive red lace bra and panty set beneath it. She was exquisite from head to toe.

Still, she didn't say if she cucked you when she came in. Instead, she kissed you on the cheek, told you she missed you, and then walked past you and settled onto your living room couch.

You detected a man's smell on her, but that's not proof of cuckolding. They could have danced. They could have kissed. They could have fooled around in numerous ways that wouldn't include him entering her.

"You're wondering if I fucked him, aren't you?" she asks as you step into the living room.

"I am."

She smiles and beckons you closer. You approach and your wife points to the floor. You fall to your knees.

"I like it when you do as you're told," she says softly.

"And I like doing as I'm told."

She leans closer and caresses your face. "There's nothing quite like an obedient cuck. Always so eager to do my bidding. Always happy to tend to my pleasure, to put my satisfaction above his own, to deny himself that which he craves in the name of ensuring his wife gets to have what she craves."

Her touch is soft and it relaxes you while her words turn you on.

Your wife crosses her legs and says, "Kiss my toes."

Her toenails are painted red and they look exquisite. You kiss each of them. She offers her other foot. You kiss five more toes.

"It feels so good when you kiss my feet. Take my shoes off. Shower my feet in kisses, my love. Turn me on."

You carefully remove her heels. You hold the heel of her foot in your hand and deliver dozens of soft kisses. You use your tongue a little, too, and your wife moans. She seems to have a direct connection from her foot to her clit and you've been tasked with regularly kissing her feet since that connection was discovered.

"Mmm, that feels so good," she says. "You can't satisfy me like he does, of course, but I love that there are ways you can make me feel good that he doesn't. I'm sure he'd kiss my feet if I asked him to, but you get off on doing it and I love that."

You do get off on it. There's something so hot about being on your knees and kissing her feet. It feels subservient in a manner that provides an enormous thrill.

"You may kiss my legs," your wife instructs. "You must stop at my knees."

You kiss your way up and down her calves. You caress her soft skin. The satin of her dress brushes against your face as you reach her knees and you inhale deeply in the hopes of breathing in the smell of sex. You're not close enough to her pussy to tell, though.

As you kiss her legs, your wife slowly pulls up her dress, revealing more and more of her thighs and eventually offering you a view of the red lace that covers her pussy. You see a wet spot, but that doesn't mean anything. Your wife always drips with desire when she's with him. Sometimes she drips with desire by merely thinking of him.

"You may kiss my thighs, cuckold," she says.

You moan. You like the slight touch of aggression in her voice when she calls you 'cuckold.' You like the smile that follows. You like that your wife has settled so nicely into her role as a cuckoldress to an obedient cuckold husband.

She runs her fingers through her hair as you kiss her warm, soft thighs. She moans when your tongue dances over her flesh. You inhale deeply as you approach her pussy and the scent of her desire fills your nose. You still can't tell if she got fucked, though. It was only her third date with him, after all, and she doesn't always fuck on the third date.

"I'm so turned on," you say.

"I know you are, cuckold. You've probably been turned on all night, sitting at home and fantasizing about your wife enjoying another man's cock, about him satisfying me in ways you can't."

You want to masturbate, to pursue your pleasure as your wife reminds you that you're sexually inferior to the men she fucks. You refrain, though, as you haven't been given permission. Instead, you run your fingers over her legs, starting at her toes and working all the way up as you kiss her thighs, going from one side to the other and letting your lips linger against her skin as she moans.

Then your wife takes your head in her hands and pushes you back as she leans forward. Her lips near yours and she smiles. 

"Your wife sucked another man's cock tonight," she whispers.

You stare at her lips. You imagine them wrapped around someone else's dick. You've been granted the pleasure of watching such a thing a few times and the imagery pops into your head. Another man's hands in her hair. A look of intense pleasure on his face. A steady stream of moans. Your wife's hand around the base of his remarkably stiff shaft as her lips move up and down, her saliva coating his shaft as it departs her mouth.

"Please, kiss me," you say.

"Even though I had someone else's dick in my mouth?"

"Because you had someone else's dick in your mouth."

She smiles. "You're such a fucking cuck."

She kisses you. Her tongue probes deep into your mouth. You moan and run your fingers up her outer thighs. She moans as her tongue dances all around your mouth. You wonder if she made him cum with her mouth or if it was merely foreplay.

"You kiss better when you know I've sucked dick," she says. "That's so fucking hot."

"It turns me on."

She leans back. She inches her hips forward. Her panty-clad pussy approaches.

"Smell me."

You lean in. You press your nose against her panties. You inhale deeply. It smells like sex. Like she got fucked. You can't be certain, of course, but the smell is potent. At the very least she was aroused for a long time. Long enough to soak her panties and generate a wealth of scent, some of which no doubt lingers in her pubic hair.

"You smell so good," you say. "Like desire. Like sex."

She smiles and puts a hand on the back of your head. She pulls you closer. She rubs your face over her panty-clad pussy. Some of her wetness seeps through the red lace. Your tongue snakes out of your mouth and tastes her.

"Take my panties off," she says.

You remove her panties. You rest your chin on the edge of the couch cushion. You watch as your wife rubs her fingers over her pussy. She's wet. Her labia are enflamed. The smell is even more potent now. She got fucked. You're nearly certain of it.

"My pussy is so wet," she says. "I never get this wet for you, cuckold. Never. You don't turn me on the way my boyfriends do. I get so excited when I'm out with a real man. When he tells me how beautiful I look. When he kisses me. When he touches me. When I feel how hard he is for me. When I take his cock in my mouth. When he moans as I suck him. When he puts his fingers in me. When he licks my clit. When he tells me how badly he wants to fuck me."

"Did he say that tonight?"

She nods.

"Did you let him fuck you?"

She puts her fingers in your mouth. You taste her pussy juices. She pulls her fingers free and puts her hand on the back of your head. She pulls you close.

"Taste my pussy, cuck."

You put your tongue inside her. You taste her sweet juices. You taste latex. You taste a condom. It's faint, but you taste it. Your wife got fucked. She cucked you. She let someone else inside her.

You moan and she pulls you closer. Her pussy lips part. Her wetness coats your lips, your chin, and even your cheeks. She's spreading the evidence of your cuckolding over your face.

"This is your favorite part, isn't it cuck?" she asks. "You love putting your tongue where another man's cock went, don't you? You love devouring your wife's cunt after she's given it to a superior man, don't you?"

"Yes," you say, though it's muffled by her pussy.

She grabs a handful of your hair and pulls back. You feel her wetness on your face as you try and lean forward to once again drive your tongue into her pussy.

"He fucked me twice," she says. "The first time was so good that I couldn't help but suck him until he got hard again. He fucked me better than most of my boyfriends have, cuck, and light years better than you've ever fucked me."

Your mouth returns to her pussy. You taste her. You lick her clit. You suck on it a little. She moans.

"That's a good cuckold," she says. "Tend to me with your tongue. Soothe my sore pussy lips. Give me another orgasm while I think about having him again."

You lick her clit until she cums and your wife holds your head in both hands as the climax rips through her, leaving her trembling and with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Would you like to cum, cuck?" she asks.

"Yes, please."

"Would you like to fuck me?"

Your eyes go wide. It's been a long time since you've been in her pussy.

"More than anything."

She laughs. "It's so cute that you thought there was a chance I'd let you fuck me." She laughs again and you feel a gentle twinge of humiliation. "Only real men get to fuck me, cuck, and I think we both know that you're not a real man. Certainly not an alpha male. You like to lick my pussy after someone else has fucked it and you can't come close to satisfying me with your cock. Why would I let you fuck me?"

"You wouldn't," you say as your cock rages with desire. Sometimes the humiliation is painful, but it's almost always followed by pleasure that makes you want nothing more than to remain a cuckold to your beautiful wife.

"You can cum on my feet as long as you lick up your mess," she says.

You stand and take off your pants. You drop to your knees and stroke furiously as your wife rubs her toes over the tip of your cock. She's made you clean your mess before and it's never pleasant, though the thought of it does arouse you, right up until you cum, that is.

"I think my new boyfriend is going to be around for a while, you know," she says. "There's a very good chance that he'll be allowed to cum inside me at some point, which means that you'll be allowed to clean his cum out of me and I know how much my little cucky loves that, doesn't he?"

You nod furiously.

"Just imagine me coming home with a thick creampie inside me and sitting on your face. Just imagine his hot cum coating your tongue as I grind on your face and tell you how happy it makes me that you're such an eager cum slut for me."

Your cock throbs in your hand. She holds her feet together because she can tell that you're close to blowing your load.

"Cum on my feet," she says. "Cum on my feet and then lick it all up like an obedient cuck should."

Your loins tense up. You hold your breath. Pleasure explodes from between your legs. Cum shoots from your cock and coats your wife's feet. It splashes onto the floor. It gets on her toes. It makes a wondrous, spectacular mess and you watch and admire the impressive volume that you've produced, no doubt due to the two week denial period you've endured.

"Lick it up, cuck," she says. "Show me that you're willing to be a cum slut for your wife. Show me that you're a good cucky boy, that you'll eat any cum I tell you to, that you're eager for the time when I let my boyfriend cum inside me."

You back up and bend over. You clean your cum off your wife's feet. You think about cleaning her pussy. You think about how hot it was the last time you were allowed to do so. You hope that her new boyfriend really does stick around for a while, that he's worthy of being her long term lover and cumming inside her on a regular basis.

Whatever happens, though, you resolve to continue being a good, obedient cuck for your beautiful wife.