A Cuckold’s Journey of Submission

Exploring the Thrill of Being a Cuckold

Steven sat on the edge of the bed, heart racing, feeling his cock twitch at the sight before him. His wife, Claire, was kneeling at the foot of the bed, her naked body illuminated by the dim glow of the candles scattered around the room. Her skin glistened with anticipation as she glanced over her shoulder, giving Steven a wicked smile. She knew exactly how much he craved this moment—how his need to watch her be taken by another man fueled the fire inside him.

This was no ordinary night. Tonight was about pushing boundaries, about embracing his role as the ultimate cuckold. And fuck, he wanted it.

The sound of the door creaking open snapped Steven out of his daze. In walked Marcus, a man whose presence oozed dominance. Tall, muscular, with a cock that Steven knew would make his wife’s pussy drip with desire, Marcus was the perfect bull for their twisted fantasy.

“Ready for me to fuck your wife, cuck?” Marcus’s voice was deep, authoritative. He wasn’t asking; he was telling. And Steven loved it.

Steven nodded, unable to form words as his cock strained against his jeans, aching for release. He’d been hard since Claire told him about the evening’s plans, about how she wanted Marcus to fill her up while Steven watched—helpless, obedient, and needy. His role was to serve, to bask in the pleasure of his wife being pleasured by someone bigger, harder, and stronger. The very idea made him throb with longing.

Marcus wasted no time. He moved to Claire, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her back against him. “Tell him what you want, slut,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. Claire moaned, her pussy already wet, slick with anticipation.

“I want your cock,” she gasped, her eyes locking onto Steven’s. She loved making him squirm, loved seeing him watch as she begged for another man’s dick. “Fuck me, Marcus. Fill my pussy with that big, hard cock.”

Steven’s breath hitched, his mouth dry as he watched Marcus grip his wife’s ass, spreading her wide. Claire was already dripping, her pussy gleaming with desire as Marcus lined up his cock. With a low growl, Marcus pushed into her, his thick shaft stretching her open, filling her inch by inch. The sound of Claire’s moan filled the room as her back arched, her body welcoming every inch of Marcus’s cock.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big,” Claire gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets as Marcus set a brutal pace. His hips snapped forward, slamming into her over and over again, each thrust driving his cock deeper into her tight, wet pussy.

Steven couldn’t take his eyes off them. His wife was being fucked senseless, her body quivering with pleasure as Marcus claimed her. The sight of her taking every inch of Marcus’s cock, the sound of her moans and the wet slap of their bodies colliding, sent a jolt of electricity through Steven’s veins. He was desperate to touch himself, to wrap his hand around his throbbing cock and stroke himself to the rhythm of their fucking, but he knew his place. This wasn’t about his pleasure; it was about hers—about watching his wife lose herself to another man’s dick.

“Look at him, baby,” Marcus grunted, his hand smacking Claire’s ass, making her yelp. “Look at your cuck sitting there like a good little boy, watching while I fuck his wife.”

Claire turned her head, her eyes glazed with lust as she locked onto Steven’s gaze. “You like this, don’t you?” she panted, her voice breathy and filled with wicked delight. “You like watching me get fucked by a real man. Marcus, fuck me harder.”

Steven’s cock twitched, leaking pre-cum as he nodded. “Yes, fuck, I love it,” he groaned, his voice thick with desperation. “I love watching you take his cock.”

Marcus chuckled darkly, his hand gripping Claire’s hips as he fucked her harder, his cock slamming into her with enough force to make the bed shake. “She’s so fucking tight,” Marcus growled, his voice dripping with dominance. “You like knowing I’m stretching her pussy out, cuck? Knowing she’ll be thinking about my cock long after I’m gone?”

The words sent a shiver down Steven’s spine, his pulse quickening as he watched his wife take it all. Claire’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as Marcus fucked her harder, his cock filling her over and over again. Steven could see the way her pussy clenched around Marcus’s shaft, the way her body craved more of his cock.

And then, just when Steven thought he couldn’t handle it anymore, Claire’s body tensed. Her back arched, her mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing through her with violent force. Her pussy clenched around Marcus’s cock, milking him as she came, her body shaking with the intensity of her pleasure.

Marcus wasn’t far behind. With a guttural groan, he slammed into her one last time, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his cum, his seed spilling deep inside her. Steven’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched Marcus pull out, his thick cock still dripping with cum as Claire collapsed onto the bed, her body spent and satisfied.

But Steven’s night wasn’t over yet.

Claire rolled onto her back, her legs spread wide, her pussy still glistening with Marcus’s cum. She locked eyes with Steven, her lips curling into a seductive smile. “Come here, baby,” she purred, her voice soft and sweet, but with a commanding edge that made Steven’s cock twitch. “Clean me up.”

Steven didn’t hesitate. He crawled onto the bed, his body trembling with need as he positioned himself between her legs. The smell of sex filled his senses, the sight of his wife’s pussy dripping with another man’s cum making his cock throb painfully. Without a second thought, he lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

The mixture of Claire’s juices and Marcus’s cum flooded his mouth, the salty, musky taste igniting a fire inside him. He licked her slowly at first, savoring every drop, but Claire wasn’t patient. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head closer to her pussy as she moaned.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice soft and full of satisfaction. “Clean every drop. I want to feel your tongue while I’m still full of his cum.”

Steven obeyed, his tongue plunging deep inside her as he cleaned every drop of Marcus’s seed from her pussy. His cock was rock hard, throbbing between his legs as he licked and sucked, desperate to please his wife, to show her how much he loved being her cuckold.

When he finally pulled away, his face slick with her juices, Claire smiled down at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and dominance. “Such a good little cuck,” she murmured, her hand caressing his cheek. “You’re going to make me cum again, aren’t you?”

Steven’s cock twitched as he nodded. There was nothing he wanted more than to serve her, to be the perfect cuckold for the woman he loved.

And as the night went on, he did just that.

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