Some Men Are Meant to be Cucked

As it turns out, Terry is the sort of man that's meant to be cucked. He doesn't know it when our story begins, but after he and his girlfriend run into their ex while going to lunch Terry discovers that he's turned on by the idea of someone else satisfying her. Will he and Melinda explore being a cuckold couple, or will their discovery explode their relationship?

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Once, many years ago, Terry overheard a group of women talking at a restaurant. His date was in the bathroom and the women at the booth behind theirs were clearly a few drinks into their evening. The subject of the conversation was the notion of being 'dickmatized,' as they put it. As in, a man fucks you so good that you're completely under his spell when his dick makes an appearance, or in some extreme cases when you merely think about his dick.

Terry listened for a few minutes until his date returned. He contemplated asking her if she'd ever been dickmatized - in truth, he was hoping his dick had worked that sort of magic on a woman at some point - but he didn't want the women in the booth behind them to overhear. The date had ended somewhat poorly after a disagreement that Terry has long since forgotten about - and they broke up soon after - so he never asked her the question.

The notion stuck with him through the years, though. He looked for signs in the women he slept with. He wasn't sure what the signs looked like so his search was always fruitless, but still Terry sought out proof that his dick was capable of fucking a woman in that manner.

Terry never saw anything that seemed like proof. When he spent the night with a woman they rarely had sex more than once and almost never the next morning. In one case she let him inside her the next morning but she clearly wasn't enjoying it and Terry faked an orgasm, hastily pulled the condom off, got dressed, and headed out, mostly from sheer embarrassment.

It wasn't until shortly after his 34th birthday that Terry saw his first evidence of a woman being well and truly dickmatized. To his great disappointment, he was not the owner of the dick that had pleasured a woman to such an extent that she found herself under his spell in his presence.

Terry was on a date with a beautiful 28 year old girl named Melinda. She had curly blonde hair, a body honed in the gym, and the most incredible smiled he'd ever seen. She was probably a little too young for him, but her beauty and joyful personality made it impossible for Terry to resist her.

The date in question was their sixth in a little under a month. They'd slept together twice and Terry was fairly certain the sex had been good. Melinda had cum each time - twice the second time - and she'd initiated the second encounter and had given him a quick blowjob as part of the foreplay so he had every reason to believe that she liked having sex with him and wanted to do so again. They were on yet another date, after all.

It was a Saturday and they were going out for lunch. Melinda had on a blue and white sundress and her curly hair was pulled into a ponytail, which Terry found far more alluring than he'd expected. She wore a pair of woven espadrile sandals with a three inch heel that looked casual but still made her legs toned and tight in the way heels do.

She was, in other words, flawlessly beautiful and Terry wore a bright smile as they walked down the street on a beautiful spring day. He'd booked a reservation - likely not necessary, but there was no reason to take chances - at a restaurant with a lovely outdoor patio set under a massive tree with branches stretching out over the eating area and providing endless shade.

"Oh my gosh, Steve!" Melinda said as they neared the restaurant.

A man in a polo shirt and jeans turned and his face lit up. "Melinda!"

She broke away from Terry and stepped into the other man's arms for a hug that went on far too long, as least as far as Terry was concerned. Steve's hands ventured down Melinda's back and came awfully close to grasping her ass, which eliminated the man as a family member and likely even a good friend, as good friends tended not to borderline grope each other when they hugged.

"It's so good to see you," Melinda said with her body nearly pressed against Steve's.

"Yeah, you too. It's been a while, hasn't it? What, like, nearly a year?"

She nodded and for a moment Terry thought they might kiss. They didn't, thankfully.

It was Steve that eventually looked towards Terry. Melinda noticed, stepped out of the arms of the man she'd hugged, and said, "Steve, this is my boyfriend, Terry."

They shook hands and an uncomfortable silence settled over the three of them for a few seconds.

"Did you two date?" Terry asked, breaking that silence with an uncomfortable question.

Steve laughed. "We did, yeah. For a few months."

Melinda rested a hand on Steven's forearm for a moment and Terry was fairly certain her chest was a bit flushed, a surefire sign of arousal.

"Why did you break up?" Terry asked.

Melinda shot him a look. "Oh my gosh, Terry, we don't need to talk about that."

Steve glanced at his watch. "I actually have to go. It was really good seeing you though, Melinda, and nice to meet you, Terry."

He walked away and for far too long Melinda watched him go. There was even a hint of wistfulness on her face, like she was reliving a memory in that very moment.

It wasn't, in fact, that particular interaction with Steve that proved that a woman could be under a man's spell simply because he’d fucked her with such skill. The absolute proof came later that day, though in hindsight, Terry should have known from the moment he saw Melinda rush into Steve's arms.

After lunch - which was lovely in every way - Terry invited Melinda back to his place for coffee (he meant sex, of course, but after only six dates he was still being polite). He expected she'd agree enthusiastically, but she declined, saying that she'd forgotten she'd scheduled an afternoon meet up with her mom. She gave Terry a kiss on the cheek and rushed off while he stood on the sidewalk trying to discern why she'd almost certainly just lied to him.

Terry got in touch with a few friends and managed to put together a foursome for a round of golf, mostly to keep his mind off the fact that something had gone wrong with Melinda, though at that point he had no idea just how wrong it had gone and how little he'd had to do with his relationship getting turned upside down.

It was a little after 10 p.m. that night when Terry heard a gentle knock on his door. He was mostly puzzled as no one knocked at that hour. Terry peered through the peephole to find Melinda standing on his porch in the same blue and white sundress she'd worn to lunch.

He opened the door hastily and stepped aside to let her in. "What a nice surprise."

Melinda entered the house without saying a word and Terry reached for her hand as she passed him. Her first instinct seemed to be to pull away, but she managed to meet his gaze.

"What's wrong?"

Tears formed in her eyes and Terry pulled her close. For a moment Melinda let him hug her, but then she pushed him away.

"Melinda, what's wrong?"

She sobbed. "Steve. Steve...I..."

Terry assumed the worst. "Did he hurt you?"

She shook her head. "No. Nothing like that. I...Terry...I hurt you."

"What? I don't understand?"

She looked up at him, her face wet with tears. "I slept with him. I didn't...I didn't have a thing with my mom. I left lunch and went to Steve. I...I can't believe I did this. I really like you and I just...I fucked it up."

Terry thought back to the conversation from years ago. The one he'd replayed in his mind hundreds of times. The conversation that had become something of an obsession of his. It wasn't until that very moment, though, that he realized precisely why it had become an obsession.

Terry had always thought that he wanted to dickmatize a girl, that he wanted to be the one that fucked her so good that she couldn't think straight around him, that she was under his spell, that she found herself willing to do damn near anything to get his dick inside her, just as those girls at the restaurant had talked about.

As Melinda confessed her infidelity, Terry was struck by desire. It came out of nowhere and surged through his body. It was confusing, to be sure, and not entirely pure as there were unpleasant feelings mixed in with it, but Terry was turned on by Melinda's confession and he realized that his obsession had been focused on a hidden sexual desire. Terry didn't want to dickmatize a girl. Terry wanted to be with a girl that found herself under another man's spell.

"Was it as good as you remember?" he asked.

Melinda's face went blank before she flashed a look of genuine confusion. "What?"

Terry took her hand and kissed the back of it. Then he kissed her neck and pulled her close. Melinda's body was tense at first, but when he moaned and kissed her neck again she seemed to relax.

"The sex...was it as good as you remember?" he asked while his hands moved down her back and grabbed the top of her ass.

"Terry..."

"Please, Melinda...I want to know. I really do." He pushed his hips forward and she had to have felt his erection, which had sprung up while he was kissing her neck.

"It was...it was better than I remembered," she answered softly. "So, so much better."

Terry lifted the bottom of her dress and grasped her bare, beautiful ass cheeks in his hands. She moaned and he kissed her neck again. He kissed her cheek. He kissed to the right of her lips. He couldn't bring himself to actually meet her gaze, but he kissed her on the lips and Melinda opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue, confirming that she was into whatever it was he was doing in that moment.

"I want you," he said.

"You can have me," she replied.

Terry lifted Melinda's dress over her head and tossed it aside. He kissed her again, this time playing with her bare breasts as her tongue invaded his mouth while she fumbled with his zipper. Her fingers encircled his stiff cock and she moaned.

"You're so hard."

"I want you so badly."

They rushed to his bedroom. Terry stripped hastily as Melinda kissed the bare flesh he exposed while tossing aside his clothes. She lowered her panties and backed into his bed. He put on a condom and crawled between her legs.

Terry slid into his girlfriend and she moaned. They kissed as he slid in and out of her and there was no question she felt wetter and looser than ever before.

"Were you with him all day?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered. "He fucked me so many times I lost count."

Terry fucked her harder. His orgasm was approaching a great deal faster than he would have liked.

"Is he really that good?" he asked. "Does he fuck you so good that you just had to have him when you saw him again?"

She wrapped her legs around him. "Yes...yes, he fucks me that good. Oh, fuck, it felt so good to have him inside me again. It felt so good to give him my pussy, to let him do whatever he wanted with it, to let him fuck me as he desired!"

To Terry's delight, Melinda came. She screamed in pleasure and held him close. He saw no reason to hold off, so he let an orgasm of unparalleled power and pleasure wash over him and flooded the condom with his load while he grunted, groaned, and trembled on top of his girlfriend, his body seemingly out of his control for those few blissful moments at the height of his pleasure.

In that moment, Terry understood what it meant to be dickmatized, for he'd just experienced his own version of it. He didn't, at that time, understand that he yearned to be cuckolded, to experience the sexual highs of indulging in a fetish, but he would come to understand it. He would come to relish those opportunities. He would come to live for the thrill of being a cuckold to a woman who pursued her pleasure with a man who was capable of fucking her so good that she was unable to deny him her pussy.

Luckily for Terry, Melinda turned out to be the kind of girl that was very much into cuckolding him.

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Relationships change over time. They're supposed to as you get to know each other better. Terry and Melinda's relationship changed more than most, though, largely due to the unique nature of their sex life.

On the occasion of their one year anniversary, Terry was in many ways an ideal boyfriend - and soon-to-be fiancée, he hoped - but he was also her most ardent supporter in her pursuit of the sexual highs she experienced with men like Steve. He helped her find those men on dating apps. He screened them via texting, talking, and in-person meetings before Melinda got involved in any way.

It didn't happen often, of course, as once a guy fucked Melinda he tended to want to do so quite often, but despite Terry's hard work, some of the guys just didn't click with her. They didn't leave her enthralled, or dickmatized, as he'd always thought of it (though he'd never shared that term with Melinda).

Terry didn't just find the guys, either. He bought condoms. He booked hotel rooms and the occasional rental house if they wanted more privacy (usually with a more long term guy). He took Melinda shopping to buy lingerie and pretty dresses to wear for her dates. He showered with her and helped her dress in that lingerie. He doted on her throughout the preparation process. He prepared her pussy with his tongue, getting her wet and excited before her date arrived. He'd become the ideal cuckold boyfriend and had found the utmost pleasure in his transformation.

To celebrate their first anniversary, Terry had gotten in touch with Steve, the man who'd changed their relationship and who remained an occasional sexual partner of Melinda's throughout the year. Terry had arranged for Steve to join them at a hotel for a night of intense pleasure. He'd booked a suite at an exquisite high-end hotel. He'd bought condoms, champagne, and roses. He'd bought lingerie for Melinda. They'd checked into the room and he'd showered with her, shaved her pubic hair, rubbed lotion into her beautiful legs, and dressed her in the lingerie set he'd purchased for the occasion.

As had become tradition, Terry remained naked while preparing Melinda for the evening. His cock was almost always at least semi-erect, but on that night he was rock hard throughout, in part due to Melinda's occasional acts of affection and little snippets of dirty talk that thrilled him relentlessly.

"You know," she began as he attached the garters to her stockings, "we would have broken up if not for you being a cuckold."

"Really?"

She nodded. "You're not bad in bed, obviously, but you really don't compare to Steve and some of the other guys I've fucked this year. It's like you're not the same species as them, you know? Like, they're men and you're something...different."

"I'm a cuck."

She laughed softly. "That's right. They're men and you're a cuck. A loyal, obedient cuck that dresses his girlfriend in sexy lingerie, eats her pussy so she's wet, and then watches as another man satisfies her so thoroughly that she's exhausted and yet still eager for another deep dicking while her boyfriend watches."

"I love you, Melinda."

"I love you too, cuck. Now get my heels."

Terry retrieved her heels and helped her into them, completing Melinda's outfit. He poured her a glass of champagne and she relaxed on the couch while sipping it. Steve arrived soon after and Terry answered the door naked, hiding himself from view and greeting his girlfriend's sexual partner for the evening as Steve walked by.

Terry served a glass of champagne and watched from out of the way as Melinda and Steve drank, talked, and fooled around on the couch. He was soon called over to remove Steve's shoes and pants, to play his part as a cuck. He watched his girlfriend give a blowjob. A slow, sensual blowjob. He was permitted to crawl closer to watch and Melinda kissed him a few times mere moments after the cock left her mouth.

Eventually, Melinda and Steve moved to the bed. Terry removed her panties - with his teeth, like a good cuck - and was permitted to eat her pussy while she kissed her lover. Terry was then ordered out of the bed and he moved to the nightstand to retrieve a condom, which he would roll down Steve's cock, as he'd done with so many of Melinda's lovers.

"We won't be needing that tonight," she said.

"What?"

Steve was between her legs. Melinda had his cock in her hand and was rubbing it over her pussy lips.

"He's going to fuck me bareback and cum in me," she said. "He's clean. I went on the pill. We're safe, which means I can give him something that you've never had, cuck. Something a man like Steve deserves. I can let him cum inside me. I can let him fill my pussy with his thick, creamy load. I can let him do it over and over again and I'm absolutely going to."

Terry's cock throbbed as he watched Steve enter his girlfriend. A condom was nothing more than a protective layer of latex, and yet the sight of Steve's bare dick entering Melinda proved to be powerfully arousing, so much so that Terry felt weak in the knees and leaned against the nightstand to remain upright.

Melinda moaned as the cock filled her. "That's not all, cuck." She arched her back. "You're going to clean my pussy after he fills me. You're going to lick his cum out of me as a celebration of one year together. You're going to prove to me that you're so dedicated to my pleasure that you'll do anything no matter how humiliating it is. You're going to prove that you're worthy of being more than my cuck boyfriend, that you're worthy of being my cuck husband."

Terry fell to his knees by the bed and Melinda reached for him. He took her hand and she kissed Steve, whose cock was now moving in and out of her slick pussy at a rapid pace. Terry squeezed Melinda's hand and smiled at the thought of being her husband, of deepening their bond through marriage, of exploring the bliss of being a cuckold for life.

As always, Melinda had a series of body-shaking orgasms with another man's cock inside her. Steve fucked her in missionary, with Melinda on top, and then in missionary once more.

Melinda typically acted as if Terry wasn't in the room when she was with another man, but on this day she paid him a great deal of attention. She had him get in the bed and kiss her while she rode Steve's cock. She held his hand while she got fucked in missionary. She talked to him a fair amount, too, though it was almost all dirty talk designed to thrill his inner cuckold.

"Are you going to be a good cuck and eat his cum out of me, baby?" she asked while riding Steve. "Are you going to eat a superior man's seed from my messy pussy?"

"Yes," Terry answered. "I want to, Melinda. I want to prove that I'm worthy of being your cuck husband. I want it so badly."

She came soon after. She moved to her back. Steve slid into her once more.

"You're really gonna eat my load out of her, cuck?" he asked.

"I am."

Steve smiled and fucked Melinda harder. "Are you ready for my load?"

"Yes...fuck yes. Cum in me, Steve. Cum in me while he watches!"

They came together, with Steve grunting and groaning as his body tensed up and Melinda moaning in that blissful way she tended to when she climaxed with a superior cock in her pussy.

Steve pulled out and Melinda looked like the happiest girl in the world. Her legs still trembled. Her toes were still curled in delight.

Then she took Terry's hand, squeezed it tight, looked at him, and said, "Clean me, cuck."

Terry had never been so turned on as he crawled between her legs. There was no chance of him fucking his girlfriend in that moment, and that was okay because the idea of putting his tongue inside her cum-filled pussy was far more erotic than the idea of fucking her.

"Oh, fuck," she said softly as he plunged his tongue between her labia. "That's so fucking hot."

Terry cleaned her and began to rub his dick against the bed as he did so. He wasn't even thinking about it. He was just doing it. He couldn't help himself.

"Is he humping the bed?" Steve asked.

Melinda laughed softly. "He is. He's turned on. He's a cuck. He doesn't really deserve pussy, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to fuck. It's actually kind of hot that he's so desperate and yet he's going to be denied."

She arched her back. Steve kissed her. He fondled her tits.

"I'm going to fuck you until you're sore tonight, Melinda."

"You can have me as many times as you want me. The more the better, honestly. I like the idea of my cuck having a belly full of your cum by the time he goes to sleep."

Terry was desperately aroused. He wanted to cum. He wanted to be denied. He wanted to remain enthralled - cuckmatized, as he'd begun to think of it - to his girlfriend all night long. He wanted to be her cuck husband, too, to spend the rest of his life indulging in that blissful mindset as often as possible and he was determined to do anything he could to make that his reality.