I Took a Cuckold's Wife - Part 9 (Patreon)

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"Call Jay," Karen said. "FaceTime. I want him to see."

We were standing on the balcony of a beautiful hotel room that I'd booked for a long weekend. Well, I was standing. Karen was busy dropping to her knees in front of me. There was a gorgeous view of the ocean out in front of us and the spectacular greenery of the hotel grounds - it was a resort, really - that made the whole thing every bit as romantic as the hotel's website claimed it would be.

Karen unzipped my pants and lowered them. I looked down to see a giddy smile on her beautiful face. She'd gotten my pants off before I could get my phone so she retrieved it from my pocket and handed it to me. "Call him so he can watch," she urged me.

I placed the FaceTime call and it took two rings for Jay to answer. I could see that he was a little disappointed that he was staring at me, but his disappointment didn't really matter to me. It was his wife's happiness - and pleasure - that I was concerned with.

"Hey Jay," I said with a smile. "I thought you might like to know that we've checked in and we've had a look around the room. We're out on the balcony now and I thought you might like a look at the view your wife and I are going to enjoy for the weekend."

Karen took my cock in her mouth right as I tapped the button, switched the camera, and showed Jay the incredible view from our room. I saw the discomfort on his face - he hadn't been entirely on board with Karen and I going away alone for a romantic weekend - but of course I saw just a hint of arousal.

"What do you think, Jay? It's beautiful, isn't it?" I asked.

"It is," he admitted.

Karen had my cock wet at that point and I'm certain she made the blowjob purposefully loud. I hadn't yet showed Jay that his wife was on her knees sucking my cock and it seemed that she wanted to get to the big reveal a little faster.

"What's that sound?" Jay asked.

I smiled. "Well, what do you think a woman like your wife would do when her bull takes her on a lovely, romantic vacation? What would she do when she steps into the hotel room and says it's the most beautiful she's ever stayed in, that her husband has never seen fit to take her somewhere so romantic, so gorgeous, and so high end?"

"I...I think she'd probably want to give you a blowjob to show how appreciative she is of everything you've done for her," Jay answered.

I smiled and pointed the camera down to show Jay exactly how appreciative Karen was being. She looked up and waved, but she didn't stop sucking my cock. In fact, she deepthroated me right at that moment. She took absolutely everything and she managed to keep her eyes on the camera, which was astonishing.

"She knows how to make me feel good, Jay, how to show me that she really does appreciate everything I've done for," I said before Karen did something truly wondrous with her tongue and made me moan in a surprisingly loud manner. "I guess, in a way, I have you to thank for this blowjob and so many of the pleasures your wife has shown me, Jay."

"Rea...really?" he asked with just a hint of hope in his voice, like I was going to deliver a compliment instead of an insult.

"Of course," I replied. "You're so useless in so many ways - particularly when it comes to fucking your wife - that she can't help but feel overwhelmingly grateful to the man that's shown her what good sex actually feels like."

He winced, but I could see that I'd triggered just a little bit of arousal, too. Of course I had, though. Jay's a cuckold, after all, and a cuckold almost always finds humiliation arousing, even if it's a bit painful to receive it. It's even better when that humiliation is delivered while watching his wife suck cock so lustily, and Karen was really putting on a show.

"Has your wife ever sucked your cock on a hotel balcony, Jay?" I asked.

"No," he admitted.

I couldn't help but moan as Karen deepthroated me again. She was truly going out of her way to make me feel good and she was doing a spectacularly good job of it. "Do you know why that is, Jay? Do you know why your beautiful, talented, passionate wife has never felt the desire to get on her knees and suck your dick on a hotel balcony?"

Jay looked away, but I could see the pleasure on his face. I could see that the angst was slowly losing to his desire. "Because I'm not worthy of that kind of thing?"

"That's right, Jay," I said. "You're a cuckold. You've spent your whole marriage being a sexual disappointment to your wife. Your dick is too small. You cum too quickly. You can't fuck her with anywhere near the kind of power and passion she deserves. You can't even come close to dominating her and awakening her inner submissive. You're just fucking useless when it comes to sex, so there hasn't been a single time in your life when your wife has felt the need to reward you with a passionate blowjob on vacation, let alone on a hotel balcony."

I couldn't see his crotch, but I was fairly certain that Jay had just reached between his legs to play with his cock, which was fine with me. Karen had put him in chastity before we'd left, so any masturbation would only serve to add to his frustration.

"Stand up," I said to Karen.

She stood, wiped a bit of errant saliva from her lips, and smiled at me. I pulled her close and we shared a kiss while I made sure Jay had a perfect view. Once again Karen did wonderful things with her tongue, this time in my mouth. She was probably putting on a little bit of a show for her husband, but there was nothing wrong with that.

"Are you aching in your cage?" Karen asked as she looked at Jay.

He nodded.

"Is it going to be hard to be locked up all weekend while my bull's cock is enjoying my pussy any time he wants it?" Karen asked.

"Yes," Jay admitted.

"It's too bad you can't come close to satisfying me, Jay. You could be the one about to bend me over the balcony and fuck me from behind," Karen said.

I couldn't help but smile at her eagerness to humiliate her husband and to subtly request that I do exactly as she'd just described. "When was the last time you fucked your wife from behind, Jay? When was the last time she took pity on you and let you have her in that way?"

"I...I don't remember," Jay answered.

Karen moved towards the balcony railing, lifted the back of her skirt, and bent over. She gripped the dark metal of the railing, looked over her shoulder, and said, "It's been years, Jay, and if I'm being honest, I've never enjoyed having you fuck me from behind. Not even a little. It never felt good. It never felt right. It was always like you were pretending to be a man when you'd fuck me that way. And you always came so quickly, like the pathetic cuckold that you are."

I moved towards Karen and reached out to pull her panties aside, all while giving Jay a perfect view of the action. I slipped my fingers into her slick pussy, pushed them deeply inside her, and then pulled out and held them up.

"Look at how wet she is," I said. "Why do you think your wife's pussy is so wet, Jay?"

"Because she's about to get fucked by a real man," Jay answered.

"Good answer, cuckold," Karen said. "The truth is, I'm desperate for a real man to fuck me. It's more than just my pussy. It's my entire body. I can feel my desire for my bull from head to toe. If I had a little less self control I'd be begging him to fuck my tight cunt and cum inside me, Jay. I'd be begging my bull to fuck me. When was the last time I begged you to fuck me, Jay?"

"I...I don't think you ever have," Jay answered.

I laughed and rubbed the head of my cock over Karen's pussy lips. "Jay, I want you to go to the bedroom. You'll find a vibrator in your wife's nightstand. I want you to masturbate with it while you watch me fuck her. Hold it against your pathetic, caged cock and masturbate like a woman. Let those vibrations make you feel good."

I could see the hesitation on his face, but Jay got up and headed for the bedroom. He stripped from the waist down, grabbed the vibrator from the nightstand, and climbed into the bed. I heard the low hum of the toy come on and then I slipped my cock into Karen's pussy.

"Oh, fuck," she said.

"I'm in your wife's cunt, Jay," I said as I pointed the camera at her ass and gave her husband the view I knew he craved. "Tell me what I should do, Jay."

"You should fuck my wife," he said. "Please, give Karen what she needs. Satisfy her like I've never been able to."

I grabbed a handful of Karen's hair, pulled back for leverage, and then fucked her from behind. I kept the camera pointed at Karen's ass and Jay got to watch my cock sliding in and out of his wife's pussy, which was astoundingly hot and wet. Karen was quite obviously turned on - and in a marvelous way - and she got awfully loud as I fucked her. There was nothing wrong with that, though. The louder she got, the more I enjoyed it and I'm certain that Jay found it thrilling to hear her moaning so wildly.

"How does that toy feel against your locked up dicklet?" I asked.

"It feels good," Jay admitted.

"Are you going to cum, Jay?" I asked. "Are you going to cum like a girl while I fuck your wife?"

Jay didn't answer. If I had to guess, I'd say it's because the humiliation was just too much. I didn't need him to answer, though. I just wanted him to feel the pain of being locked in a cock cage and masturbating with a vibrator while I was deep in his wife's pussy and enjoying every second of it.

"Tell your husband how it feels to get fucked by a real man," I said as I pointed the camera at Karen.

She turned to look at me and her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned. "It feels so fucking good. I swear, it feels better than Jay has ever made me feel. I want to cum. Can I cum?"

"No," I said. "Not until I give you permission. Don't worry, though. I'm not going to deny you. I'll let you cum right as I cum inside you."

Karen smiled and turned her head towards the ocean view once more. I gripped her hair a little tighter, pulled back a little harder, and fucked her faster. She responded with a loud moan and Jay did the same. He was watching with complete and utter devotion, like his gaze was fixed on the most entertaining show he'd ever been privileged enough to view.

"Do you want me to cum in your wife, Jay?" I asked. "Do you want me to flood her pussy with my seed while you masturbate like a little bitch with that vibrator?"

"Yes, please," Jay replied breathlessly. He was getting close. I could see it in his face, and there was something about it that delighted me to no end.

I kept the camera pointed at Karen's pussy and I fucked her with incredible vigor. Her ass jiggled pleasingly every time I bottomed out in her pussy and I could both feel and hear how wet she was.

"Cum for me, Karen," I said as I got close. "Cum all over my cock."

Karen reached down to play with her clit and instantly her moans of sexual joy filled the air. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she pleaded like a desperate woman.

"I'm close," I said. "Fuck, I'm fucking close." A few thrusts later I buried my cock inside her and unleashed a series of guttural moans while filling her pussy with my seed. Karen came a moment later and it wasn't long before Jay joined us.

I don't know what it's like to cum in a cock cage, but it seemed to be a mixture of pleasure with a hint of pain, perhaps from his dick throbbing in the cage while he spewed hot semen. It put a smile on my face to watch as I continued to pump my semen into Karen.

When I was finished, she pulled her panties back over her pussy and then sank to her knees in front of me. She sucked my cock clean - which was unexpected but delightful - and then stood up, fixed her skirt, and said, "That was exactly what I needed. Thank you for fucking me, and thank you for letting me cum."

"It was my pleasure, believe me," I replied.

Karen then took my phone from me, smiled at her husband, and said, "Jay, honey, I want you to do something for me."

"Anything," he replied.

"I want you to go into the closet and find the pair of pink lace panties I left in the laundry basket," Karen instructed.

I watched over her shoulder as Jay did as she wanted. He held up the panties and said, "Okay, I've got them."

"Now I want you to put them on," Karen said.

"What?" Jay asked.

"You heard me, cuckold," she said in a harsh tone. "Put my used panties on. Right now."

I honestly felt a sense of pride, like I'd done well teaching Karen how to humiliate her husband. Jay did it, too. He put her panties on and pointed the camera at them to confirm he'd done so.

"You're going to wear those panties all weekend, Jay," Karen said. "I want it to be nearly impossible for you to forget what kind of man you are. I want you to feel those panties tight against your pathetic little cock and balls every time you move. I want you to wake up knowing that you're a fucking cuckold. I want you to fall asleep knowing the same thing. And, to make sure that you actually do what I want, I'm going to text you and demand panty verification several times a day. If you can't do so quickly, I will assume you've taken your panties off and I will punish you harshly when I get home. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Jay said. He looked deeply embarrassed that his wife had demanded something so humiliating, and yet I was certain that being made to wear panties would end up turning him on once his lust returned.

"Goodbye, Jay," Karen said. "I'm sure we'll talk again soon." She hung up, handed me my phone, and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "How about we check out that pool?"

I took a moment to marvel at the way she'd taken control over husband with such ease and then followed Karen into the room so we could change into our swimsuits and head for the pool.

Karen purred softly as she rested her head on my chest and ran her fingers over my stomach. It was a few hours before midnight and we'd just had sex - honestly, we'd made love - and she seemed blissfully happy. I felt the same way. Vacation has a way of doing that to a person, of course, but it's really when you're on vacation with someone that you deeply care for and love spending time with that you get that sense of true, deep happiness.

After a few minutes of silent cuddling Karen lifted her head off my chest, looked into my eyes for a handful of seconds, and said, "I was thinking of going off birth control."

She said it casually, but of course it was about as far from casual as it could have been. My immediate reaction was far more enthusiastic than I would have expected, as I couldn't help but smile.

Karen joined me in smiling and asked, "Does that make you happy?"

"It does, actually," I said. "I honestly wouldn't have thought it would, but it really does." There was something revelatory about the happiness I felt at the idea of getting Karen pregnant, which is what she was talking about, of course. It was like a sense of joy radiated outwards from inside me, like the desire had been there the entire time and Karen's stated intention of going off birth control had set it free. "What does Jay think about this?"

"What Jay thinks doesn't matter," she replied.

I should have known right then and there that Karen and Jay's marriage was doomed. In hindsight, that was a fairly obvious sign and I just chose to ignore it, though it's likely there was nothing I could have done about it had I been paying close enough attention.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Karen sat up and straddled me. She rested her hands on my chest for a moment and then slowly sank down and kissed me softly. She smiled and said, "I'm in love with you. And I know that might sound crazy, but it's true. I'm in love with you and there's nothing I can do about that. It's just how I feel."

"I'm in love with you too," I replied. And I was. I wasn't just saying it so Karen wouldn't feel foolish. I was in love with her. I don't really know when it happened, but it was true. I'd fallen in love with her somewhere along our journey.

She kissed me again. This time her lips lingered against mine for a long time and when she opened her mouth I happily opened mine too. Our tongues entwined and I moved my hands down her back. We kissed passionately, and while we weren't going to make love again - I wasn't yet ready - there was real passion in those kisses.

"I want to be yours," she said softly. "I've felt this way for a few months, actually. I just wasn't sure if you felt the same way and I didn't want to say anything."

"I do feel the same way," I replied. "I want you to be mine. I want you to go off birth control, too."

She smiled and I wrapped my arms around Karen and held her close. I'd just made a huge decision, but I felt with every fiber of my being like it was the right one.

We still had to tell Jay, though, and I'll write about that next time when I wrap up this story.