You’ll Need Her Bull’s Permission Before You Can Have Her, Cuck

Wouldn't it be incredibly humiliating to have to ask another man's permission to have sex with your wife? Wouldn't it be even more humiliating if you had to beg?

It would be, but sometimes a cuckold has to do all manner of humiliating things because he's declared to the world that he can't satisfy his wife. This is just one of those things.

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“Please, don’t make me do that,” you say. “Don’t make me beg another man for permission to fuck my wife.”

She smiles and reaches between her legs. She pulls aside her panties and shows you what you crave. She shows you her perfect pink pussy. She spreads her lips a little and you see the flesh that you’re so eager to feel wrapped around your cock.

“If you want this,” she says, “you need to get permission from the man that owns it.”

“You don’t own your pussy?” you ask.

“I don’t want to own my pussy,” she answers. “I want him to own it. After all, he fucks it like no man ever has. I swear, baby, the orgasm I have with him are head and shoulders above the orgasms I’ve had with any other man I’ve been with. So I gave him my pussy. I told him he owns it. I told him that he gets to decide who I fuck, which is why you have to ask for permission to fuck your wife.”

The idea of asking her bull for permission to fuck her – to enjoy what should be your right as her husband – is humiliating, but it’s been an awfully long time since you’ve been inside her and you’re desperate. Plus, her pussy looks so fucking good.

“Okay, fine,” you say. “Can you call him?”

Your wife smiles and grabs her phone from the nightstand. She calls her bull and puts it on speakerphone, which is absolutely going to make it just a little more humiliating.

“Hey, baby,” he says. “What’s up?”

“Well, I’m in bed with my desperately horny husband and I told him that you own my pussy now and that you decide who gets to fuck it, so he wanted to ask you a question,” she says.

“Go for it, cuckold,” he says.

You take a deep breath and say, “Can I…would you be willing to give me permission to fuck my wife?”

“I might be willing,” he says. “But here’s the thing. I don’t think your wife should have to experience your disappointing little dick without getting something for herself, and I think we both know you’re not capable of giving her anything she wants, sexually speaking.”

“He’s right about that,” she says.

“So,” her bull continues, “bring her over here. There’s some dishes in the sink and my kitchen could use a good cleaning. You can do the dishes and the cleaning while I fuck your wife and make her cum all over my cock. Then, after I’ve had my way with her, I’ll call you in and you can have sloppy seconds as long as you’ve done a good job cleaning. How does that sound, cuck?”

It sounds humiliating, but you’re desperate. Still, you can’t bring yourself to do it.

“Baby, now that I’m thinking about my bull fucking me, I need it. My pussy is already wet just thinking about him,” your wife says. “So you can’t turn him down. Plus, it’s a fair offer. You get to fuck me, you just don’t get to fuck a clean pussy. You’ll have to fuck it while it’s dripping with his cum. But don’t you think you’ll like that? Won’t you love being the second man in my pussy, especially when the first man is so much better than you?”

“Yes,” you admit. It’s the cleaning of his kitchen that feels so humiliating. You’d be doing menial labor for the chance to have sloppy seconds sex with your wife. But, she’s right that you’d enjoy it. Of course she is. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“We’ll be right over,” your wife says before hanging up the phone.

You both get dressed and head over to her bull’s place. He greets you at the door and pulls your wife close for a kiss.

You stand there and watch until he looks at you and says, “The kitchen isn’t going to clean itself, cuckold. Get your ass in there. And remember, I’m not letting you in her pussy unless you do a damn good job.”

Your wife chuckles and kisses her bull again as you walk past them and towards the kitchen. There’s a considerable pile of dishes in the sink and you take a deep breath, swallow the humiliation of doing chores for the man that now owns your wife’s pussy, and get to work.

You hear your wife’s first moan when you’re halfway through the dishes. You turn the water off and listen. You’re not certain, but you think he’s going down on her, which he seems to enjoy doing as a way of driving her wild with lust before plunging his cock into her pussy.

You dry some of the already clean dishes as you listen. Your wife’s moans change. Now she’s getting fucked. You know it. You know those moans. You know they mean that her bull’s cock is inside her, that he’s satisfying her in the way that only he can.

You wish you could be there watching. You love to watch. You love to see his cock slide in and out of her slick pussy. You love to see the look on her face as she loses herself in the overwhelming pleasure of taking his cock. You can’t, though. Not today. Today you have to do his dishes and clean his kitchen because you want the chance to feel her pussy, the pussy that he owns now.

You turn the water back on and finish the dishes as you listen to your wife’s moans and picture the sex they’re having. You imagine her on her back with her legs spread wide while he pounds her pussy. You imagine her on top with her hands on his muscular chest as she rides him. You imagine her on her hands and knees with a wild, wondrous look of pleasure on her face as he takes her from behind.

Eventually, the moans stop just as you’re finishing up wiping down the kitchen. Your wife’s bull has likely finished fucking her. He’s satisfied her – you heard her orgasm – and claimed his satisfaction and left his cum inside her.

You give the kitchen one more check as you hear someone approaching. You turn and see your wife’s bull in the kitchen doorway without a stitch of clothing on. His cock is still half hard and it’s still a bit shiny from the juices of your wife’s pussy.

“It looks like you did a good job, cuckold,” he says as he steps into the kitchen and walks around. He runs his fingers over the countertop, pulls out a few of the pans you cleaned to make sure they’re actually clean, and then leans against the counter and smiles at you. “Well done. You cleaned my kitchen while I was fucking your wife and you did a damn good job. I think we’re going to have a great deal of fun together now that her pussy is mine.”

You’re not so sure about that, but you’d really like to fuck your wife, so you ask, “May I fuck her now?” It’s humiliating to utter those words, but there’s nothing to be done about it.

“Yes you may,” he says.

You rush towards the bedroom and find your wife naked with her legs spread. She has a hazy smile on her face – he fucked her well, as he always does – and she says, “Did you do a good job cleaning his kitchen, baby?”

“I did,” you answer as you take your clothes off.

“And how did it feel to clean my bull’s kitchen while you listened to him fucking me?” she asks.

You know that question shouldn’t turn you on, but it does. Your loins stir in the most wondrous way. “It was a little humiliating,” you answer.

“Just like it’s a little humiliating that you have to ask another man for permission to fuck your wife,” she says.

You crawl between her legs and she smiles and wraps her fingers around your cock. You kiss her perfect breasts and she moans for you. You kiss your way up her body and find her lips. Your tongues engage in a lusty dance as she guides your cock inside her. You plunge into your wife’s pussy and feel the heat and wetness of her bull’s cum.

“Does it feel good?” she asks in a soft, sultry voice. “Do you like being the second man inside me? Do you like fucking me after my bull has stretched me out and filled me with his cum?”

“Yes,” you answer as your cock moves in and out of her slippery cunt.

“I love that he lasts so long,” she says. “I love that he can fuck me until my pussy is completely satisfied. I love that he’s so much better than you, baby, and I love that you were happy to do chores for him while he had his way with your wife.”

You fuck her faster. You feel your orgasm coming on. You’d love to be able to last longer, but you don’t have it in you.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” she asks.

You nod.

She pulls your lips to hers and kisses you. She grabs your ass and squeezes it as you fuck her vigorously. She smiles and says, “He’s better than you. That’s why you cleaned his kitchen while he fucked me. That’s why he owns my pussy. That’s why you’ll always have to ask him permission anytime you want to fuck me.”

You cum inside her. Your body vibrates with pleasure. Your toes curl. Your legs wobble. You feel lightheaded in the best way possible. You have a spectacular orgasm.

“Did you enjoy yourself, cuckold?” her bull asks.

You look back and see him standing in the door. “I did,” you say.

“What do you say to him, sweetie?” your wife asks.

“Thank you for letting me fuck my wife,” you answer.

“You’re welcome,” her bull says with a smile. “Now you better get between her legs and clean up all that cum if you want me to say ‘yes’ the next time you want to fuck her.”

You pull out and look between your wife’s legs. It’s a mess, but of course it is. Two men have cum inside her. You lie on your stomach and you clean up that mess. Of course you do. You want to fuck her again and he owns her pussy now, which means he’s in control. Your only choice is to clean up.