Blissful Cuckolding at the End of a Long Work Week

The house seems to be empty when you come home from work. You loosen your tie, set your things on the kitchen table, and turn towards the refrigerator. That's when you see a note taped to the door.

"I'm sorry you had a rough day. Come to the bedroom for a bit of stress relief."

You smile and immediately head for the bedroom. The door is shut. Another note is taped to it.

"You must be naked when you enter our bedroom. You're allowed to look at me, but you're not allowed to touch. You must fall to your knees at the side of the bed and you must do so with haste."

You strip out of your suit and leave it on the floor. You lower your underwear and kick them aside. You note that your cock is already half hard and you delight in your wife's generosity in planning something naughty for your Friday evening.

You pause as you open the door and gaze upon your wife. She's lying in bed wearing a white lace camisole and matching panties. The fabric is tight against her lean body and it looks as though she styled her long dark hair in the wavy manner you find so irresistible.

"Welcome home," she says with a smile. "Now get on your knees like a good boy."

Arousal courses through your body. Your cock grows as you hurry into the bedroom and fall to your knees just a few feet from the bed. You catch a whiff of your wife's perfume and your cock throbs with erotic anticipation.

She doesn't wear that particular perfume for you. She wears it for her bull. For the man she gives herself to when she's in need of a long, hard fucking of the sort that you're not quite capable of delivering.

Your wife smiles. "Do you like my perfume?"

"I do," you admit.

You want to crawl into the bed and between her legs. You want to pull her panties down with your teeth and plunge your tongue between her labia. You want to taste her. You know better than to indulge without her permission, though.

"It smells nice, doesn't it?"

You nod and feel your hunger deepen. Your wife sits up and swings her legs over the side of the bed. Her toes nestle into the carpet and she rests her hands on her thighs before leaning forward. Her cleavage comes into view and soon her lips are remarkably close to yours.

"You work so hard," she says softly. "You deserve a reward."

Your heart is pounding. Your cock throbs. You crave your reward, whatever it might be.

Your wife reaches over and slowly opens her nightstand. She pulls out a strip of black silk and dangles it in front of your face. It smells of her perfume. She smiles and places the strip of silk over your eyes before trying it behind your head and leaving you awash in darkness.

"Did you know that it's been two weeks since I last saw my bull?" your wife asks.

"Yes."

She laughs softly and runs her fingers through your hair. "Of course you know. You find so much pleasure in watching me get fucked, don't you, my love?"

"More than I can explain."

Her fingers move over your lips and come to rest on your tongue. "Suck," she whispers, her lips suddenly quite near your ear.

You close your lips around her fingers and suck. You do so slowly and gently, running your tongue over her flesh and moaning. You mimic the way she sucks her bull's cock, the way she moans so wildly as she pleasures him. You do so because it turns you on.

"Your mouth is so talented," she whispers while pushing her fingers deeper. "It always has been, though. I can still remember the first time you went down on me, in fact. You ate my pussy like no man ever had. You opened my eyes to an entirely different way to experience great heights of sexual pleasure. You're an artist, my love."

Her compliments mean the world to you and you moan around her fingers as a way of thanking her for sharing them.

She pulls her fingers free, turns your head, and kisses you deeply. Her tongue meets yours and her fingers encircle your cock, giving you a brief but blissful handjob as she lures you ever deeper into your desire.

"Can you taste him on my lips?" she asks.

"No."

Her lips brush against your neck. "Do you wish you could taste him?"

"Yes. More than anything."

"Good, because I haven't had him yet. I thought about inviting him over while you were at work - I know you like receiving naughty pictures of me getting fucked by a superior cock while you work - but I thought I'd let you experience my pleasure in person instead."

"Thank you," you say softly.

She kisses you briefly and stands. "Remove my panties."

You reach out and run your fingers over her thighs. Her skin is warm and impossibly soft and she moans quietly at your touch. You slip your fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them down.

She moves closer and you feel the warmth emanating from her body. You caress her flesh and find that it's her ass facing you.

"Kiss me," she says.

You lean forward. Your lips find her soft ass cheeks. You plant a series of kisses, showering her in affection.

"Spread my cheeks."

You grasp her beautiful, perfect ass cheeks and spread them.

"I want you to make out with my asshole, my love," she says softly. "Shower my hole with affection."

You lean forward. Your face moves between her ass cheeks. You extend your tongue. You find her asshole. Your tongue dances over her tight, wrinkled flesh. You take to heart her instruction to make out with her asshole. You moan. You move your lips around it. You move your tongue around it. You penetrate her gently. You taste her tight hole. You relish the opportunity to do so and you cherish your wife for her willingness to let you do this thing that thrills you so thoroughly.

You hear footsteps and for a moment a sense of panic overwhelms you. Then you remember that her bull is coming over.

"Don't stop," she says. "Keep worshiping my hole."

You resume making out with her asshole as you hear his footsteps behind you.

"You look like a very happy girl," her bull says.

She moans. "I am. My cuck is eating my ass and my bull will soon be kissing me."

You feel him moving behind you. Now he's next to you. You hear them kissing. You hear her moan into his mouth.

You hear wetness. He's fingering her. He has to be.

"Fuck...that feels so good," she says.

The fingering gets louder and more vigorous.

"It's been too long since I had you inside me. Two weeks is too long to go without your cock."

"I'm glad you feel that way," he replies. "Because I've missed you too. I've thought about you constantly. About how good you make me feel. About the bliss of sliding into your tight married pussy. About how good it feels to fuck you while your cuck is in the room."

They kiss again. Your dick throbs. You yearn to masturbate, to pleasure yourself, but you refrain. Instead, you worship your wife's asshole while blindfolded. You listen to her make out with her bull. You listen to him finger her wet pussy. You imagine her pawing at his bulge. You imagine him playing with her tits in the delicate white lace of her camisole.

She steps away, depriving you of her asshole. You wait on your knees. You hear his belt being loosened. You hear him kick his shoes away. You hear his pants fall to the floor. You hear your wife's hand moving up and down his cock as they kiss once more.

"He wants to taste you," she says.

"Is that right?"

"Yes. Will you let him taste you? Will you let my cuck taste your cock?"

"Of course I will."

You feel the head of his cock against your lips.

"Pleasure him, my love," she says. "Take him in your mouth. Taste him. Suck him. Fluff him. Do it for me."

You part your lips. You take the spongy head of his cock in your mouth. Your head is spinning. Your cock is hard as a rock. You have another man's dick in your mouth and it feels so good.

You give him a blowjob. You swirl your tongue around his cock. You fellate the man that fucks your wife more often than you do. You suck the cock that satisfies your wife in a far greater fashion than you've ever managed. You play your part as a good cuck and you suck the dick that will soon be deep inside your wife, that will pound her, that will give her multiple blissful orgasms while you wait on your knees by your marital bed.

You feel her lips against the back of your neck and her hands move over your chest. She moans softly and her fingers encircle your cock.

"I love watching you suck dick for me," she whispers. "I love that you're so eager to pleasure him before he fucks me. I love that you're such a good cuck."

You moan around his cock. He puts a hand on the back of your head. He pushes his dick deeper into your mouth. You fight off your gag reflex and listen to him moan.

"You're going to keep your blindfold on while he fucks me," she says. "I want your other senses to be heightened as you're cuckolded tonight. I want you to listen carefully to my pleasure as his big cock pounds my pussy. I want your sense of taste to be heightened as you clean him from me after he's cum inside me. I want your cuckolding to feel entirely different tonight. Do you understand?"

He pulls his cock free and you hear the bed frame groan softly.

"Yes, I understand," you say.

Your wife's lips find yours. She kisses you deeply and moans.

"Mmm, his cock tastes good, doesn't it cuck?" she asks.

"It does," you reply.

It's quiet for a few moments. Then you hear the bed frame groan once more. You hear him moan. You hear the wetness of sex, of penetration. You're fairly certain she's on top, in large part because it's slow.

"Fuck," she says softly. "I love your cock. I love how deep you reach in my pussy. I love how you stretch me out."

You've seen her ride him before and now you're picturing it. The way her pussy lips stretch to receive him. The way she swallows him whole as she sits down on him. The way her pussy leaves his cock slick with her juices of desire as she rides up off of him.

He smacks her ass. She moans. She begins to ride him faster. She moans louder. You're certain she's going to cum while on top of him.

"Fuck...baby...I'm cumming!" she cries out.

Her first orgasm is almost always quick. His cock makes her feel so good. Cuckolding you makes her feel good. All the foreplay gets her so worked up that she can't help but get off in just a minute or two. She's good for lots of orgasms, though.

They shift in the bed. Soon enough she's moaning again. They're in missionary. You recognize the sounds. He's fucking her harder and faster. She's moaning louder. So is he.

"Fuck me hard, baby," she says. "Pound my pussy. Pound it hard. Leave me sore so my cuck can soothe me with his tongue."

They kiss. She smacks his ass. They moan, grunt, and groan. She cums a second time and then a third. They fuck in missionary for quite some time. They enjoy every second of it, though, as their wild, lusty moans are undeniably pure and perfect.

It's not like when you fuck her. That's usually over pretty quickly. Your wife likes that - she's said she couldn't handle really long fuck sessions all that often - but you know she loves the kind of sex her bull gives her. She loves that he has such incredible stamina. She loves that she really is sore when he's done with her. She loves that his cock is long and thick and that it does things to her pussy that your considerably smaller cock can't. She loves that he leaves her completely exhausted by the time he goes home. She loves everything her bull does for her.

"Cum in me!" she cries out as he nears his orgasm. "Cum in my pussy so I can make my cuck clean up your mess!"

He cums inside your wife. You clasp your hands behind your back to resist the urge to masturbate. You listen to his guttural, animalistic grunts and groans as he empties his balls in the pussy that's supposed to be yours and yours alone. 

The sounds of orgasmic pleasure fade and all that's left is soft post-coital kisses and the occasional whispered words of affection.

Eventually he pulls out and you hear him roll onto his back.

"Are you hungry, my love?" your wife asks.

"I am," you answer.

"You may crawl between my legs and feast on my pussy."

You stand and feel your way into the bed. You find your way between her legs and run your fingers up her thighs before settling onto your stomach. You inhale deeply and the pungent odors of sex and cum fill your nose.

"You smell so good," you say.

"Only a cuck would say that."

You smile and kiss her thighs. You work your way towards her pussy and the smell gets stronger. You kiss and lick her labia. You taste the sex. You taste his cum. The saltiness dances on your tongue and lights up the part of your brain that can't get enough of the pleasures of being a cuckold.

"Clean him from me," she says softly. "Clean my messy pussy. Consume his seed so he can fuck me and fill me again."

They don't always fuck twice and the thought that they will leads you to plunge your tongue into her pussy. You feast on his load. You feast on her wetness. You clean him out of her. You fill your mouth with his cum and swallow greedily like the cum slut you've become.

"Mmm, you look so good licking his mess out of me," she says. "Like this is what you were always meant to do, my love."

You hear kissing. You hear her moan into his mouth. You wonder if he's playing with her tits.

You feel her hands in your hair. You wish you could look up and see his tongue in her mouth and his hand moving over her body. You cannot, though. You're blind because it's what she wanted tonight and all you want is to be a good cuck for her.

"You like it when he eats your cum out of me, don't you?" she asks.

"I fucking love it," he admits. "It's so fucking hot."

"I want my cuck to suck your dick after he's done cleaning me. I want him to get you hard again. I want him to play his part tonight, to be a good fluffer."

You're going to suck cock again, but first you need to finish cleaning his seed from her well-fucked cunt. You plunge your tongue deeper. You rub your lips against her clit.

All the stress of your work week has already disappeared and the night is still young. You're grateful to be married to a woman like her and you resolve to show your gratitude by offering to sleep in the guest room so she can spend the night in her bull's arms. You'll make them breakfast tomorrow morning, too, and you'll happily fluff and clean up afterwards if they should choose to fuck again before he leaves.

It's good to be a cuck, isn't it?