You Don't Deserve Anything (Patreon)

“Deserve to watch?” your wife says incredulously. “You don’t deserve to watch. It’s a privilege to watch. It’s a gift I’m giving you. It’s not something you deserve.”

Normally you’d let this sort of thing go, especially with her bull on his way over. You’re annoyed, though. You do deserve to watch. You’re the one that suggested she have sex with someone else. You’re the one that opened up your marriage – her half of it, at least – and led to what she’s repeatedly called ‘the best sex of her life’. You’re the one that’s had to deal with the fact that your wife is having the best sex of her life with another man.

“I do deserve to watch,” you say. “What’s the point of doing this if I don’t get to watch? It’s not like I get anything out of sitting in the living room while you have sex with him.”

It feels a little odd to argue with your wife while she’s dressed in the lingerie she plans on wearing to seduce another man, but sometimes being a cuckold is undeniably odd.

“I think you have a fundamental misunderstanding of our relationship,” your wife says as she approaches in the sheer bodysuit and stockings she just changed into. “I think you’re confused about how things work now that I have a bull.”

“I don’t think I am,” you reply. “I’m still your husband. You’re still my wife. There are certain things that I deserve.”

Your wife smiles as she approaches you. She reaches up and unbuttons your shirt as her perfume fills your nose. Her hair looks soft and perfect as it flows past her shoulders and brushes against the tops of her breasts.

“Take your pants off,” she whispers.

You hold her gaze and unbutton your pants. It pleases you to see that your wife has seen your side of things and that she’s not going to continue to deny you the pleasures you clearly deserve. You’re her husband, after all. You’re the man of the house. You arranged for her to fuck someone else, but you deserve to watch. You deserve to experience some sort of pleasure.

Your wife pulls your shirt off and lets it fall to the floor as you push your pants down. Her fingers slip through the opening of your boxer shorts and she gently grasps your cock. She presses her warm, lingerie-clad body against yours. You feel her hard nipples through the thin lace of her bodysuit.

Her fingers encircle your testicles and the look on your wife’s face changes from sweet to angry. She grabs your balls and pulls down hard enough that you fall to your knees to avoid the pain. She releases your testicles and grabs a handful of your hair. Her grip is tight enough that pain shoots through your scalp and down your back.

“You deserve nothing,” she says. “From now on you’re going to have to earn everything you get. You’re going to have to earn the privilege of watching. You’re going to have to earn the privilege of pulling on your little cock while my bull fucks me.”

“It’s not little,” you say.

“It’s not big,” she replies.

Some things you can’t argue with, and a cock that reaches five inches fully erect definitely isn’t big.

“You can try and pretend you’re in control, but all you did in suggesting that I cuckold you was prevent me from cheating on you or divorcing you. It’s not like I was going to spend the rest of my life fucking a complete disappointment of a man. Surely you understand that. I wasn’t going to settle for tepid sex a few times a month. I wasn’t going to settle for the occasional underwhelming orgasm. I was going to get what I needed eventually. You just sped the process up by suggesting I cuckold you. All you deserve for that is a chance to prove that you understand just how unimpressive you are as a man.”

You remember the years of mildly disappointed looks on your wife’s face as you tried your best to fuck her to an orgasm. You remember the way her body would barely respond to your cock.

You know how different it is with her bull. You know the noises she makes with him. You know how good he fucks her. You know how hard she cums with him.

“Sorry,” you say.

“Shut up,” your wife replies as she tightens her grip on your hair. “This has been coming too. You’ve been far too demanding for a man that can’t give his wife a half decent orgasm. A correction has been coming. You’ve sped that up too.”

“I didn’t mean,” you begin to say.

“I said shut up,” your wife says. “I don’t want to have to say it again. If you want to watch tonight you’re going to do as you’re told. If you’re not willing to do as you’re told you’ll be kicked out of the house while Derek and I fuck. Do you understand?”

“I don’t know,” you say.

“I’ll tell you what,” your wife says with a smile. “Let’s start with something simple. I want you to tell me that you understand that Derek is more of a man that you’ll ever be.”

Your wife releases her grip on your hair and puts her hands on her hips as you look up at her. You don’t want to do what she’s asking. You don’t want to utter the words that you know are true, at least in one very important context.

“Remember, I’m not letting you stay in the house unless you do as you’re told. I’m in control. Not you. You need to earn every little thing you desire,” she says.

You want to watch. You love watching. Watching turns you on. It drives you mad with desire. It makes you cum harder than anything ever has.

“Derek is more of a man than I’ll ever be,” you say.

Your wife’s bull is certainly more of an alpha male than you are. He’s taller, stronger, better looking, more confident, and unquestionably more dominant in bed. It’s not just that he has a bigger cock, though that certainly plays a part in why your wife finds such pleasure in fucking him. He is, in so many ways, more of what women look for in a man.

“Derek is a man and you’re a cuckold,” your wife says. “Do you understand that? Do you understand that real men don’t want to watch their wives fuck other men? Do you understand that real men don’t get off on the sight of another man’s cock in their wife’s pussy?”

You nod as your wife extends her nylon-clad foot and runs it along the underside of your now-stiff erection.

“Do you understand that a real man wouldn’t be rock hard as his wife berated him for being less than a man?” she asks.

You nod. It feels too painful to say it.

“Are you turned on?” she asked.

You nod again.

“Say it,” she demands.

“Yes, I’m turned on,” you say.

Your wife reaches out, but this time she gently runs her fingers through your hair. Her touch is soothing, washing away some of the anxiety that gripped your body during her tirade.

“Are you turned on because you know Derek is coming to fuck me? Are you thinking about his beautiful cock sliding into my pussy? Are you thinking about me moaning? Are you thinking about me saying his name?” she asks.

You nod.

“You’re a cuckold, my love,” your wife says. “It’s time you embrace that, even if you feel like you’re not quite ready.”

“Okay,” you say, though you’re not entirely sure if you’re even remotely ready for it.

“I’ll be right back,” your wife says.

You watch her walk away and reach down to play with your cock. You’re hard as a rock and each stroke of your fingers feels spectacularly good. It’s impossible to deny your desire. She’s right. You’re a cuckold. What’s she going to ask you to do, though?

When your wife returns she’s holding hands with Derek. She leads him into the bedroom and they stop in front of you.

“My husband says he understands that he’s a cuckold and that he must earn all the things he’s taken for granted, but I’m not sure he does,” your wife says. “We need to help him.”

“Of course,” Derek replies. “I’m more than happy to help your cuck embrace his place.”

The smile on his face makes you think that you’ve underestimated your wife’s drive to make you embrace the position of a cuckold.

“I’d like you to remove Derek’s pants,” she says.

You look from your wife’s face to Derek’s. Both wear unchanging expressions. You could beg and plead. You could argue that you shouldn’t have to do anything other than watch them fuck because that’s what you’ve been doing up to this point. You’ll lose that argument, though. That much is clear.

The choice is simple. Either you walk away from watching your wife and Derek have sex or you do as you’re told.

You reach up and remove Derek’s pants. It feels odd and more than a little humiliating to loosen his belt, unbutton his jeans, and lower his zipper. You’ve seen your wife do it countless times and to essentially take her place in that endeavor is embarrassing.

“Do you see that beautiful bulge?” your wife asks.

You look up at the sizable bulge in Derek’s boxer briefs and nod.

“Cock size isn’t the only thing that matters for a woman’s pleasure, but it helps a great deal,” your wife says. “And Derek is much bigger than you are. He’s longer and thicker and of course he uses his big cock quite well. That’s why he’s going to fuck me tonight and you’re going to watch. Do you understand that?”

You nod.

“Now free his cock,” your wife says.

Your hands shake a little as you reach up to pull down his underwear. You’ve seen his cock countless times, but you’ve never been this close to it.

You pull down his underwear and his big cock comes into view. It’s mostly flaccid but it still looks impressively long and thick.

Your wife moves next to you and drops to her knees. She reaches between your legs and wraps her fingers around your stiff cock.

“Are you turned on?” she whispers.

“Yes,” you reply.

Her hand is warm and soft and every stroke sends a shockwave of intense pleasure through your body.

“Do you like that Derek’s cock pleasures your wife?” she asks.

You nod.

“Are you grateful that I finally have a real man to fuck me?” she asks.

You nod again.

“Show me how grateful you are,” your wife says as she strokes you a little faster. Your legs feel like jelly and your loins tingle with pleasure. “Kiss the tip of his cock. Just press your lips against it and give it a kiss to show me how grateful you are.”

You look at the head of Derek’s cock. You picture it sliding into your wife’s pussy. You hear her moans of pleasure in your head. You hear the joy she feels when he fucks her. You know he makes her feel so good. You know you feel good when you watch.

You lean forward. The scent of Derek’s balls fills your nose. “Kiss it,” your wife says. “Show me that you’re a grateful cuckold.”

The words bounce around your head as you close your eyes and press your lips against the head of Derek’s cock. You give it a kiss. You give it a soft, slow, sensual kiss. You want to show your wife that you’re grateful.

Your wife strokes you faster as you marvel at how soft the head of Derek’s cock feels against your lips. Your balls tighten and you feel a sense of sexual joy envelope your body.

“Now take him in your mouth,” she whispers. “Suck his cock to show me that you’re a grateful cuckold. Suck the cock that pleasures your wife. Suck the cock that makes me feel so good.”

You’re so close to his cock. Your lips are inches from it. Your wife is jerking you off and it feels so good. She’s whispering in your ear. Her lingerie-clad body is pressed against yours. You can feel her hard nipples against your skin. You know she’s excited and you are too. Your dick is dripping precum. The sounds of stroking fill the bedroom.

You part your lips and wrap them around the head of his dick. “That’s it,” your wife whispers as she strokes you faster. “Suck cock for me. Be a good cuckold and suck his dick. Show me what a grateful cucky boy you are.”

You have a dick in your mouth. You’re sucking cock. You’re sucking cock like your wife wants you to. You’re showing your gratitude to the man that pleasures her. You’re being a cocksucker.

“Deeper,” she says. “Show him your gratitude. Show him how grateful you are to him for fucking me.”

You feel him getting hard in your mouth. You’re making a man hard. You’re sucking cock and getting him hard. You’re giving a blowjob and he’s getting stiff thanks to your soft lips and your wet, warm tongue.

Your wife tightens her grip and strokes you faster. She’s going to make you cum if she keeps it up. You want her to stop.

“Cum for me. Cum like a cuckold should. Cum with a big cock in your mouth. Cum with a real man’s dick in your cucky mouth,” she whispers.

Your wife grabs your ass with her free hand. She strokes you faster. The cock in your mouth is stiff.

You cum. You groan around Derek’s big cock. You moan and spill your seed on the bedroom floor.

“That’s good,” your wife says in a soft, soothing voice. “Cum for me. Release that built-up cum. Release your load. Clean yourself out.”

Derek steps back and his cock falls from your mouth. Your heart is pounding as you look down and see the streaks of semen on the hardwood floor.

“Now clean up your mess, get dressed, and go for a drive,” your wife says. “Derek and I are going to fuck and I don’t want you in the house.”

You turn to her and prepare to launch into an argument, but she cuts you off.

“Do as you’re told. You should be grateful that I led you cum at all. You don’t get to watch tonight. You’ll get to watch in the future if you earn it. Now clean up your mess, get dressed, and get out,” she says.

You just gave a blowjob. You had an orgasm while giving a blowjob. Any claim you might have had to being the kind of man your wife needs is gone. You’re a cuckold .You know it. She knows it. Derek knows it. There’s no point in fighting it.

You clean up your mess. You get dressed. You leave. If you’re lucky she’ll let you watch next time.