Every Once in a While She Cucks and Dominates You (Patreon)

In most ways, you're not an unusual man. You have a good job that you like. You have a family that you love. You have a home that you're very proud of in a neighborhood that's warm and welcoming. You have lots of friends, a handful of whom you'd count among your best friends in the world.

You usually work 40 hours a week. You spend most weekends with your wife, family, and friends. You're about as normal as a man can be. For the most part, at least.

There's one thing that's a little different about you, though. You're a cuckold. You love being a cuckold, in fact. It's the one thing that turns you on more than any other.

Your life doesn't allow for a great deal of cuckolding. You're busy. Your wife is busy. It's hard for her to get away for a night with another man. It can be hard for you two to have fun afterwards, what with having to take care of your family.

It happens every once in a while, though, and it's always incredible. Sometimes your wife plans ahead. Sometimes she doesn't, though. Sometimes she gets a text from one of her lovers and she's in the right kind of mood and she decides that tonight is the night she's going to cuckold you.

Tonight is one of those nights. You don't know it until she comes out of the bedroom looking as though she's put a great deal of effort into her hair and makeup. She's wearing jeans and a sweater, but that's mostly because it would look weird to leave your suburban neighborhood in a full-on hookup outfit on a Monday night.

It's an hour after dinner. Your son and daughter are watching TV. In another hour they'll be in bed. Your wife gives them each a kiss and says she's going out and that daddy will put them to bed.

You walk her to the front door. She kisses you. It's the kind of long, deep, erotic kiss that signals she'll be doing something naughty with another man tonight.

"Have fun," you say.

"I will," your wife replies before lowering her voice to a whisper. "I put on something naughty for him. Something he's going to fuck me in. Something I'll let you see when I get home. I expect you to be a good cuck for me tonight, though."

That's all she says, but it's more than enough to excite you. She's going to dominate you tonight. When she says she expects you to be a good cuck that's code for how your evening is going to unfold when she returns.

You love all parts of being a cuckold, but nothing is quite as thrilling to you as when your wife dominates you. There's just something about playing the part of a submissive cuckold - and one that will do anything to please his wife - that thrills you beyond words.

You head for the bedroom, gather the dirty clothes, and start the laundry after your wife leaves. You tend to do most of the chores around the house, but you've always found it thrilling - and a little bit arousing - to do chores while your wife is out having sex with another man. After the laundry starts you head to the kitchen to finish cleaning up after dinner.

You spend the rest of your night in work mode. You do three loads of laundry and make sure everything is folded and put away. You clean the kitchen and living room. You tuck your son and daughter into bed. You make sure the dog gets a walk. You turn down the bedding and make sure the room looks inviting for when your wife returns.

As you work, you spend quite a lot of time wondering which man she's with. There are currently four that she sees from time to time. No one is all that regular, but all four of them give your wife the kind of sex she craves, though each is a little different. Some are aggressive. Some are passionate. Some are dominant. Some are into lovemaking. She can pick whichever man she likes to give her whatever she craves in that moment and you get to benefit regardless because nothing feels better than being a cuckold.

It's late - nearing midnight - when your wife returns. She looks much the same as she did when she left, but you can see that she's happier. That makes sense, of course. There's nothing like a good fucking to make a woman happy, after all, and the men she sleeps with give her the kind of sex she craves, the kind that her husband can't provide.

You greet her at the door - you open it for her, in fact - and she steps inside.

"Did you have a good night?" you ask.

"It was perfect," she replies with a smile. "Better than perfect, actually."

You step closer to kiss her - you love to kiss her after she's been with another man - but she steps back and points to her feet. Without hesitation you fall to your knees, bend over, and kiss her toes, which are exposed thanks to the heels she wore to fuck another man.

"That's a good cuck," she says softly. "Kiss my toes."

It thrills you to fall to your knees in front of your wife. It thrills you to submit in ways both small and large, especially since you don't get to do it very often. You sit back on your knees and look up at her and she smiles, though it's the sort of smile that makes you think you're in for a night of beautiful domination.

"I did the laundry while you were gone. I cleaned the kitchen and the bedroom, too," you say.

She steps closer and runs her fingers through your hair. The smell of sex - it's subtle, but you know that's what the smell is - fills your nose. You want to lean in and press your nose against your wife's crotch, but you restrain your desires.

"I like that you're so eager to do chores while I'm out," she says. "I like that you're eager to do them even when I'm here. I like that you want to show me how good of a husband and a cuck you can be. I like that it's so rewarding for you when I fuck other men."

Your loins tingle. She's right. It is rewarding for you. Hugely so.

"I love that you fuck other men," you say. "I love that they bring you satisfaction and pleasure that I can't."

She smiles while tracing your lips with her finger. She bites her lower lip and pushes that finger into your mouth. You suck on it and feel that submissive bliss spread through your body.

"My lovers are superior to you," she says softly. "Far superior, in fact."

Your cock grows. She knows that you enjoy being humiliated on these nights, that it excites you in ways you can't explain. It took her a while to come around to the notion of humiliating you, but she's on board now.

She pulls her finger from your mouth and lifts the bottom of her sweater, exposing the black lace that covers her stomach. It's a small tease of the lingerie she wore for him, but you suspect it's a bodysuit. You love the way those look. It's your favorite kind of lingerie, in fact, which is why the only time you see it on her is after she's worn it for another man.

"I wore something new," she says. "I wore it for him. I wore it for a worthy man. One that deserves to fuck me. One that deserves the pleasure of my pussy. Not like you, cuck. You don't deserve to fuck me. You're not worthy of my tight, wet cunt. You're not worthy of the pleasure it provides."

Your dick is hard now. Fully erect. You're a little worried that someone might wake up and walk in on you on your knees. Your son isn't the heaviest of sleepers.

"Come," your wife says she offers her hand. "You have work to do, cuck."

You stand and take her hand. She leads you to the bedroom. She locks the door, giving you the privacy you both crave on a night like tonight.

"Strip," she instructs.

Your wife stands and stares as you remove your clothes. She smiles upon the release of your cock and takes it in her hand and strokes it while you remove your shirt.

"Just like a cuck to get hard when his wife tells him he's not worthy of her pussy," she notes.

She's still fully-clothed and you feel a little vulnerable standing there without a stitch on you while she strokes your dick. That vulnerability feels good, though. You only ever feel it with your wife as she's the only person you'd trust enough to be so vulnerable. You like that you can feel that way with her, that you can share everything with her, that you can trust her to take care with your fantasies, your secret desires, your deepest sexual needs.

"He was in my mouth right before I left," she says. "He fucked me so good that I wanted to pleasure him one more time before I left."

"Did you...you gave him a blowjob?"

Your wife nods.

"And did he...did he cum in your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Right before you left?"

She nods and steps closer. Your cock presses into her thigh. "Do you think you can guess which of my lovers I was with based on the taste on my tongue?"

"I want to try," you say.

She kisses you. Her lips part. Her tongue pushes into your mouth. Deep into your mouth. You taste him. It's faint, but you taste him. You've tasted him before. You've tasted all of them before. You taste his cock. You taste his cum. You can smell him, too. You can smell him coming off of her. You imagine him kissing her neck and her cheeks. You imagine his body on top of hers as he fucks her, leaving his scent behind.

"Who fucked me tonight?" your wife asks.

"Jason," you answer.

She steps back and smiles brightly. "Very good, cuck. I love that you can tell which of my lovers has had his way with my by taste. I love that you've tasted him often enough that you know. That you've smelled him on me enough that you know. I love that I've been fucked so many times by the other men in my life that you can sense them without being told which of them has had his way with me."

She moves behind you, kisses the back of your neck, and takes your cock in her hand. Her sweater is soft against your back and her jeans feel warm against your ass.

"Of course, it's also pathetic, isn't it? You've tasted - and consumed - so much cum that you can now tell the difference. You've tasted so much cock that you know the difference. What kind of man can say that? What kind of man would actually be proud to say that? A pathetic kind of man, that's who. A cuck. A man that knows that he's not anywhere near man enough to actually satisfy his wife. A man that knows he needs other men to satisfy her. A man that knows that it's his place in life to be a cuck. A man that would get on his knees and beg a superior man to fuck his wife."

"I would," you say. It's true. You've done it before. It doesn't happen often, but you've been on your knees in front of Jason and a few other lovers she’s had over the years. You've begged him to fuck your wife. You've humiliated yourself like that. You've done it for your pleasure and for theirs. You've sucked his cock, too. You're that kind of cuckold. The kind that will truly do anything to make his wife and her lovers happy. The kind that gets off on the humiliation of sucking another man's dick, too, especially when that dick sucking results in an erection that will satisfy your wife.

"Do you think you deserve to cum?" she asks.

"No," you answer.

She purrs. "I like that you're not convinced you deserve to have an orgasm, but the truth is, you do. A cuckold deserves a reward every once in a while. You sacrifice so much, after all. You don't get to fuck me anywhere near as often as other men do. You don't get to enjoy my pussy anywhere near as much as they do. You certainly don't get to enjoy my mouth anywhere near as often as they do."

She turns your head and her lips find yours. Her tongue fucks your mouth aggressively and you moan as she strokes your cock with a tighter grip, delivering a deeper kind of pleasure that drives you mad with desire.

"You're a good cuck," she whispers. "So I'm going to reward you tonight. Get on your knees again."

You fall to your knees and your wife steps in front of you. She takes off her sweater and your mouth hangs open as you see the top of her bodysuit for the first time. You don't recognize it. You love it, though. It's tight and black and the material is semi-sheer. You can see her nipples and her belly button and her smooth, milky white skin.

"Is that new?" you ask.

She nods. "Do you like it?"

"I love it."

Your wife smiles. "I bought it for him. For Jason. I wanted to wear it for him before you saw it. He deserved to see it before you. He deserved to fuck me in it before you. He deserved to christen this beautiful lingerie, to see my body in it, to slide the lace aside and push his big cock into my needy cunt while I begged him to fuck me hard."

Your dick throbs. You love that she bought the lingerie for him, that she wore it for him, that she wanted him to see it before you did.

"You agree that you don't deserve to be the first man to fuck me in something beautiful, don't you?" she asks.

"Yes, I do. A cuck doesn't deserve to see his wife in lingerie until another man - a superior man - has enjoyed that lingerie."

Saying it turns you on and it seems to do the same for her as she moans before unbuttoning her jeans. She lowers them, taking them off over the heels and kicking them aside. She puts her hands on her hips and stands in front of you in her lingerie and high heels.

She looks amazing, but you can't help but stare at the wet spot between her legs. The exceptionally wet spot, in fact.

"Did he cum inside you?" you ask.

She smiles. "Of course he did. You know that Jason always gets to cum inside me." She reaches out and gently caresses your face. "Does that make you jealous? Does it drive you crazy with jealousy that I let another man cum inside me and that I make my cuck husband wear condoms when he fucks me?"

"Yes," you say.

Two of her fingers enter your mouth. "You don't deserve to cum inside me. You can't fuck me to anywhere near as powerful an orgasm as the other men in my life so you don't deserve to pump your load into my tight cunt. Your cum belongs in a condom, which ends up in the trash. His cum belongs in my pussy, though sometimes it ends up in your greedy little cum slut mouth, doesn't it?"

You moan around her fingers. You know that it's humiliating to want to lick another man's cum out of your wife, and yet you can't help your desire. You want it. You crave it. It turns you on to plunge your tongue into her cum-filled pussy and to hear her moan before she degrades you for cleaning her so eagerly.

She pulls her fingers from your mouth and wipes them on your cheek. She bends over, smiles, and says, "You are a greedy little cum slut. I can see it in your eyes when you clean me. I can see how much you enjoy it. I can see how it thrills you to coat your tongue in another man's load and swallow it like a fucking cum whore."

Then she kisses you. She likes to do so every once in a while to remind you that she loves you, that she's turned on by the game you're playing. It feels good. It's a perfect antidote to the humiliation and somehow makes it more arousing when she goes back to it.

"Are you hungry, my little cum slut?" she asks.

"Yes," you admit.

Your wife stands and backs up until she's sitting against the bed. She spreads her legs and beckons you closer. You crawl towards her and she smiles. She grabs a handful of your hair when you're close enough and guides you between her legs.

"Lick me," she says. "Taste him through my lingerie."

You lick her pussy through the lace of her bodysuit. You taste his cum. You taste her juices. You feel the warmth of it against your tongue. You moan. You're so close to what you want, and yet you're being denied true bliss by a thin strip of fabric.

"Beg for it, cum slut."

"Please, let me clean your pussy," you say. "I want to taste you. I want to taste him. I want to be...I want to be your cum slut. I want to be your cum whore. Please."

She smiles and laughs softly. "You're so pathetic. I never would have imagined those words coming out of your mouth when we got married. I never would imagined I was giving myself to a man that would one day get on his knees and beg to devour a superior man's seed from my cunt. Here we are, though. My pathetic cuck husband on his knees and imploring me to let him lick my messy cunt clean and doing so with a stiff dick between his legs."

Your dick is as hard as it's ever been.

"Clean me."

She pulls the lace aside and you plunge your tongue inside her. You taste her. You taste him. His cum has thinned out since he shot it inside her, but it's still there. It's salty and hot and bitter and it dances on your taste buds and burns a little as it slides down your throat.

You lose yourself in the clean up as she grabs a second handful of your hair and pulls tight. You plunge your tongue deep inside her and wiggle it around. You devour every drop of cum you can find. You lick up her juices. She begins to grind her hips a little, rubbing her clit against your nose and upper lip. You look up and see pleasure on her face.

"You fucking cum whore," she says. "Eat his load out of me. Eat it like the pathetic cuck you are. Eat like the fucking cum dumpster you've become. Eat it out of me and show me that you know your place as a pathetic cuck. Show me that you know why you cum in a condom and he cums in my pussy. Show me that you understand why your cum gets thrown in the trash and his cum ends up in my married cunt."

She cums soon after. She cums with your tongue inside her and cleaning up the remains of her lover's load. She cums hard, too, closing her eyes and clamping her thighs around your head while her body vibrates from the pleasure.

When she's done, your wife releases her grip on your hair and slides back into the bed. "Put on a condom and fuck me," she says.

You grab a condom from the nightstand and put it on. It's humiliating to do so but that only makes your dick harder. You crawl into the bed and between her legs. You slip inside her. You kiss her. You share the taste of his cum with her. You fuck her with slow strokes to try and extend the pleasure.

"It feels good inside me, doesn't it cuck?"

"Yes," you answer.

"And it feels good to have to wear a condom to fuck your wife, doesn’t it? It feels good to know your place, to know that you're not worthy of cumming in my pussy, not when I have real men to do that."

You cum in the condom. The humiliation - the delicious humiliation - puts you over the top. You cum so hard. It feels so fucking good after a night of arousal.

"Thank you," you say when you're done.

She takes your head in her hands and kisses you softly. "I love you," she says.

You smile. "I love you too."

She kisses you again. "Now go toss the condom in the trash and then come and give me a foot rub before we go to bed."

"It would be my pleasure," you say.

And it will be your pleasure. It's always a cuckold's pleasure to do whatever it takes to make his wife feel good.