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Submissive Cuckold


Submissive Cuckold
Submissive Cuckold

Submissive Cuckold

Submissive Cuckold. The sound of her high heels echoed through the house as she walked towards the door. She glanced at me sitting on the couch, naked with a collar and leash attached to my neck.

“Remember you are not allowed to touch your pathetic little cock until I return,” she said.

“Yes, Goddess,” I replied.

“And no cumming without permission,” she added.

“Yes, Goddess.”

I could see from the look in her eyes that she wondered if I would be able to control myself while she was gone. It had been three weeks since my last orgasm and I was constantly horny. My balls ached from being so full and I couldn’t wait for her to give me release. But it was up to her when or even if that would happen. In our femdom relationship, she was the one in charge and made all the decisions regarding sex and orgasm control.

She picked up her purse from the table by the door. My heart raced as I waited for her next words. Would this be the time when she finally gave me permission to cum?

“I’m going out with Mark tonight,” she said, referring to her new boyfriend who was well-endowed both physically and financially.

“Yes, Goddess.”

“He’s going to fuck me good and hard while you sit here like a pathetic little cuckold wimp.” She laughed at my humiliated expression which turned into a frown as those words sank in.

“You mean… right here? In our bed?” I stammered incredulously.

“No silly! He has his own place! You didn’t honestly think I’d let him defile my bed did you?”

“Of – of course not!” I stammered nervously.

“But after he fucks me good and hard he just might do that too!”

I felt another pang of humiliation at the thought of another man leaving his mark on my wife’s body and then cleaning up after they were finished fucking. But it was a feeling that was familiar by now. Over the past several months since we had started exploring the femdom lifestyle, I had become used to being on the outside looking in while other men enjoyed my wife’s body. I no longer considered it “our” bed or “our” marriage. It belonged to her now, as did I.

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She pulled the leash attached to my collar and led me towards the door where she squatted down and gave me a deep, passionate kiss before standing up and saying, “Be a good boy until I get back.”

“Yes, Goddess,” I replied obediently.

“And remember what you are while I’m gone.”

“I’m your submissive little cuckold wimp,” I said with my eyes lowered submissively.

“That’s right! And don’t forget it!” she said as she walked out the door and slammed it behind her.

I sat back down on the couch feeling a mix of emotions – excitement at what tonight might bring and also jealousy at the thought of another man enjoying my wife’s body. But those feelings were quickly overshadowed by arousal as I thought about her being fucked by Mark’s huge cock. By now my wife knew how much it turned me on to think about her being pleasured by other men and would often taunt and tease me with details of their sexual encounters. It was all part of our femdom dynamic where she took control not just in the bedroom but in every aspect of our lives.

The room smelled of her perfume which only added to my arousal as I sat there naked on the couch, waiting for her to return home with her pussy dripping with another man’s cum. The clock ticked slowly on the wall as time seemed to drag on forever while thoughts raced through my mind like a whirlwind. A sudden knock at the door interrupted my thoughts causing me to jump up nervously.

“Is that you?” I asked aloud even though there was no way she could hear me from outside.

The sound of the doorknob turning made my heart race as I wondered if she had returned home already. But all my hopes and fears were laid to rest when I heard a deep, masculine voice say, “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

I turned towards the door and felt a mixture of desire and humiliation at the sight before me. Standing in the doorway was my wife’s boyfriend Mark with his arm around her waist as he held her close to him possessively. She wore a tight-fitting black dress that hugged her curves and showed off her ample cleavage. Her long blonde hair hung loosely over her shoulders and cascaded down to the middle of her back.

She looked stunningly beautiful but it was Mark who caught my attention as he stood there smirking at me while holding my wife tightly against his muscular body. He was tall and well-built with short brown hair and blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. The bulge in his pants was clearly visible even from where I stood several feet away.

“Well don’t just stand there like an idiot! Let us in!” he said with a condescending tone.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied obediently as I walked towards them and held the door open for them to enter.

My heart raced as they walked past me into the living room but I remained frozen in place until Mark gave me a stern look which told me to follow them. When we entered the living room he sat down on the couch where I had been sitting just moments before while my wife knelt down on all fours on the floor next to him like an obedient little pet.

“Get us some drinks,” he instructed casually while running his fingers through my wife’s long blonde hair.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied obediently as I walked towards the kitchen wondering how things had changed so quickly.

I grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and poured some wine, trying to steady my trembling hands. The sound of Mark’s deep voice carried through the hallway as I strained to hear their conversation.

“Come here, slut,” Mark said, pulling on my wife’s leash and bringing her closer to him.

She crawled towards him eagerly, her ass in the air and her breasts swaying enticingly beneath her dress. Mark reached out and squeezed one of her tits roughly, making her moan with pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied obediently.

He let go of her breast and ran his hand down between her legs, feeling the wetness that had already soaked through her panties.

“And what about this? Does your little cunt like being teased?”

“Yes, Sir. Please touch me more,” she begged.

Mark laughed and pushed her away playfully. “Not yet. I’m not done with my drink.”

I hurried back into the living room with their drinks in hand and placed them on the coffee table in front of Mark. He took a sip of his wine while staring at me intently.

“What are you looking at?” I asked nervously.

“I’m just admiring the view,” he replied casually, gesturing to my naked body. “Why don’t you come over here so I can get a better look?”

I hesitated for a moment before slowly walking towards him. As I got closer, he reached out and grabbed my cock, squeezing it tightly in his hand. I gasped at the sudden contact but didn’t resist as he continued to stroke me roughly.

“So this is what you’re packing?” he said with a chuckle. “Not much compared to what I’ve got.”

My face turned beet red with embarrassment as he continued to tease me mercilessly. Meanwhile, my wife watched with amusement from where she knelt on the floor, her pussy throbbing with anticipation.

“Please, Mark,” she begged. “Can I suck his cock? I’ve been dreaming about it all day.”

Mark smiled and released his grip on my cock, causing me to let out a sigh of relief. Then he turned his attention to my wife and nodded approvingly.

“I suppose you can, but only because I want to watch you degrade yourself for my amusement.”

My wife’s eyes lit up with excitement as she crawled towards me, her tongue already lapping at the pre-cum that had dribbled out of my cock. She looked up at me with those innocent blue eyes and took the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip.

I moaned softly and ran my fingers through her hair as she continued to suck me off eagerly. She bobbed her head up and down, taking more and more of me into her mouth with each stroke. The combination of her warm wet mouth and expert tongue quickly brought me to the edge of orgasm.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” I warned.

But instead of stopping like I expected her to, she sucked even harder, milking every last drop of cum from my pulsating cock. I groaned in ecstasy as I emptied myself into her mouth, shooting load after load down her throat. She swallowed every drop obediently before finally releasing me from her grasp.

I collapsed onto the couch next to Mark, completely drained from the intense orgasm. He patted me on the back sympathetically before turning his attention back to my wife.

“Good girl,” he said approvingly. “Now come here and sit on my lap so I can fuck you.”

She scrambled onto his lap eagerly and wrapped her arms around his neck for support. Then she lifted up her hips and positioned herself over his rock-hard cock, slowly sinking down onto him until he filled every inch of her tight wet pussy. She let out a loud moan of pleasure as he stretched her to the limit, his thick shaft pulsating inside her.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking big!” she exclaimed, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Mark smirked and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back roughly. “That’s right, slut. I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’ll never want your pathetic cuckold husband again.”

My wife whimpered with desire at his words and braced herself for what was to come. Mark placed one hand on the small of her back and used the other to grab onto her ass, lifting and thrusting her up and down on his cock with incredible force.

She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he fucked her relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body. I watched in awe as she surrendered herself completely to him, lost in a world of carnal bliss.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking – the slapping of skin against skin, my wife’s moans of pleasure, and Mark’s deep grunts of satisfaction. The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of sex as they fucked like animals, completely consumed by their primal desires.

I reached down between my legs and began stroking myself absentmindedly as I continued to watch them in awe. Despite having just cum moments ago, I could feel my cock growing harder with each passing second.

“Please…” I begged without even realizing it.

Mark looked at me with a smug grin on his face. He knew exactly what I wanted – what I needed – even before I did.

“You want to join us? Is that what you’re begging for?”

I nodded eagerly, unable to form words as my desire consumed me completely. Mark laughed and patted my wife gently on the ass before giving me permission to continue.

“Go ahead, cuckold. Show us what you’re made of.”

With that, he grabbed onto her hips and held her steady as I crawled towards them on my hands and knees like a helpless little bitch. When I reached them, Mark released his grip on my wife’s hips and gestured for me to take over.

“Fuck her, cuckold. Show me what you’ve got,” he taunted.

I didn’t need any further encouragement. I grabbed onto her ass and pulled her towards me, impaling her on my cock with one swift motion. She gasped in surprise at the sudden penetration but quickly adjusted to the sensation as I began thrusting in and out of her hot wet pussy.

“Oh fuck! Yes! That’s it!” she moaned, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked by two men at once.

I looked up at Mark for approval and saw a mixture of amusement and arousal in his eyes. He leaned back on the couch and watched intently as I fucked his girlfriend like a man possessed, completely oblivious to everything except the raw animalistic need coursing through my veins.

My wife’s body was like a playground for my desires – soft skin, firm breasts, and a dripping wet pussy that begged to be fucked mercilessly. I buried my face between her ample cleavage and sucked on her tits eagerly as I continued to thrust into her with all my strength.

The three of us were completely entwined in a web of desire and lust – each feeding off the other’s passion until it became impossible to distinguish where one person ended and another began.

Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the intensity of the moment. The boundaries between pleasure and pain blurred together until they were indistinguishable from one another. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through our bodies that threatened to consume us whole.

I locked eyes with Mark, a mixture of fear and desire coursing through my veins. I had never experienced anything like this before – being completely dominated by another man while pleasuring my own wife. But there was something undeniably erotic about it, something that awakened a primal instinct deep within me.

Mark smirked and reached out to grab my cock, stroking it slowly as I continued to fuck my wife. The sensation was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through every nerve in my body. I moaned loudly and increased the pace of my thrusts, desperate for more.

“That’s it, cuckold. Fuck her just like I would,” Mark commanded.

His words fueled the fire inside me, pushing me past the point of no return. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly, threatening to consume me completely. My wife sensed it too – her pussy tightened around my cock as she neared her own climax.

“Harder! Faster!” she cried out in desperation.

I obliged willingly, giving in to the animalistic urges that coursed through my veins. Sweat poured down my face as I pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust bringing us closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

And then it happened – our bodies tensed up simultaneously as wave after wave of pleasure washed over us. I let out a primal roar as I emptied myself into my wife’s pussy, my hot cum mixing with hers as she convulsed in the throes of orgasm. It was the most intense climax I had ever experienced – a mind-blowing fusion of physical and emotional release that left me breathless.

For a few moments, we all just sat there in silence, trying to catch our breaths and process what had just happened. The air was thick with sexual tension as we basked in the afterglow of our shared passion.

Finally, Mark spoke up. “Well done, submissive cuckold. You exceeded my expectations.”

I looked at him in surprise, a sense of pride welling up inside me. I had done it – I had pleased him and earned his approval. It was a powerful feeling, one that I would never forget. I am a Submissive Cuckold.

Mark continued, his tone softening slightly. “You see, cuck…this is what your wife needs. She craves the kind of intense, raw fuck that only a real man can give her. And I’m more than happy to oblige.”

My heart sank as his words sank in. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? I glanced over at my wife for confirmation and saw a look of sheer desire on her face.

“She’s mine now, cuckold,” Mark said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I felt a mixture of emotions wash over me – jealousy, anger, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness. How had things escalated so quickly? One moment, I was living out my wildest fantasy; the next, I found myself trapped in a nightmare of my own making.

But deep down, beneath all the fear and uncertainty, there was something else – something that surprised even me. It was a strange sense of liberation – the realization that by embracing my submissive nature, I had unlocked a whole new world of pleasure and desire.

I looked at Mark and nodded slowly, accepting my fate.

“Okay,” I whispered softly. “She’s yours.”

A wicked smile spread across Mark’s face as he realized the power he now held over both me and my wife.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said triumphantly.

And with those simple words, everything changed.

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