The Destruction of a Cuckold - Part 7 (Patreon)

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"Do you know how many times you've sucked dick in the past few months?" Grace asked.

Caleb's head whipped around the café as he worried that someone might have overheard Grace's question. When it seemed that no one was paying any particular attention to them, he leaned in and said, "Why are you asking that here?"

Grace smiled and took a slow sip of her drink. "Because I want to know, Caleb. Do you know how many times you've sucked Bryan's dick?"

Again Caleb looked around the café, this time in a slightly more controlled manner. Again, no one seemed to have heard Grace's question, or if they did, they didn't care about the answer. "No, Grace, I don't know," he answered. "I haven't been keeping track."

"I haven't either," she replied. "But I bet it's been a few dozen times, maybe more. It's possible you've sucked his dick, I don't know, fifty times. That's kind of incredible if you think about it, right?"

Caleb was confounded as to why Grace would feel the need to bring up his frequent cocksucking - something he did in his capacity as her cuckold, both for fluffing Bryan's cock and for cleaning him afterwards - and he was doubly confounded as to why she was bringing it up in public.

"Do you not think it's an incredible amount of cocksucking, Caleb?" she asked.

"No, I do, I do," he replied. "I'm just not sure why you're bringing it up now, I guess. And here."

Grace smiled. "Am I making you uncomfortable, Caleb? Do you not like the idea of someone here knowing that you're a cocksucker for your wife and her boyfriend?"

Caleb's chest tightened with anxiety as it seemed like Grace was taking pleasure in making him feel uncomfortable. "Yes, you're making me feel uncomfortable."

"Aww, poor little cucky," she replied. "I'm sorry. I'll stop. I just have one more question, though." She leaned closer and her blouse opened a little, giving Caleb a view of his wife's breasts in a lace bra. "Do you like sucking cock for me, Caleb? Do you like having my boyfriend's big dick in your mouth?"

"Yes," Caleb admitted. As humiliating as it was to utter that single word, it was the truth. Plus, Grace knew it was the truth.

"That's not something most straight, married men would admit, Caleb," Grace continued. "Though I'm sure you know that. But you're not like most men, straight, married, or otherwise, are you?"

Caleb shook his head.

"You're not really a man at all," Grace said. "You're a cuckold. You're a cocksucker. You're a cum slut. You're kind of becoming a little bitch, and you're doing it because it turns you on. It makes that little dick of yours hard as a rock."

Caleb grabbed the edge of the table as Grace's foot moved between his legs. She quickly found his cock and offered a gentle massage through his jeans. He was already half hard - she was right that the changes in their marriage turned him on - and it didn't take long for him to reach a fully erect state.

"Grace, what are you doing?" he asked as a bit of panic arrived alongside his arousal.

"I'm just confirming that I'm right, Caleb," she replied. "And I am. Cocksucking turns you on. Eating cum out of my pussy turns you on. Hearing me call you a little bitch - which is what you are - turns you on."

Caleb's dick was so hard it hurt. His pulse raced, both from the pleasure and the anxiety of causing a scene in a public place, and of being outed as the cocksucking, cum eating cuckold he was.

Grace pulled her foot from between his legs, sipped her drink, and then reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of lace panties. She set them on the table, pushed them towards Caleb, and said, "Go to the bathroom and put these on. Right now."

Caleb snatched the panties from the table and quickly stuffed them into his pocket, mostly to prevent anyone else from seeing them. "Why?" he asked.

"Because I want you to, Caleb, and if you don't, I won't let you watch anymore. I won't let you clean my pussy anymore. I won't let you suck my boyfriend's big cock anymore," Grace replied. "Plus, let's not pretend that you don't find the idea a little bit exciting, Caleb. I think we both understand by now that you fucking love being humiliated. Why else would you be so eager to suck dick for me and clean a real man's cum from my cunt?"

She was right. Caleb was a little bit turned on at the idea of wearing a pair of his wife's panties. He really was. It was humiliating and some part of him - some part deep inside him - was screaming that he shouldn't do it, but Caleb wanted to. He did.

"Are you going to do what I want, Caleb?" Grace asked. "Are you going to be the little bitch we both know you are? Are you going to wear my dirty panties?"

Caleb felt a remarkable surge of lust rush between his legs. His cock throbbed in his pants and he felt a bit of precum drip from the tip. He was turned on. In fact, he was hugely aroused. Of course he was going to do what Grace wanted. "Yes, I am," he answered.

Caleb pushed away from the table, stood, and adjusted his pants so his admittedly small bulge wasn't too obvious before he rushed towards the bathroom. He locked the door, quickly stripped out of his pants and underwear, and then pulled the panties from his pocket. He held them up for a moment before pulling them towards his nose and inhaling his wife's scent. It was intoxicating and Caleb wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked for a few seconds as his arousal deepened at the idea of following Grace's instructions and putting on the pretty pair of underwear.

Caleb's phone dinged and he bent over to pull it from his pants pocket. Grace had sent a text: "I want you to take a picture of yourself in my panties and send it to me."

With his heart pounding, Caleb stepped into his wife's underwear and pulled them up his legs. The lace felt soft and feminine and when it encased his cock and balls he felt a wave of kinky pleasure wash over his body. Caleb stepped in front of the bathroom mirror, held up his phone, and took a picture that focused on the sight of his cock and balls in a pair of panties. He sent the pic to Grace, put his pants back on, and stuffed his male underwear in his pocket.

Grace was looking at her phone when Caleb returned to the table. "I sent the picture to Bryan," she said. "He said it's about time you started wearing underwear that's appropriate for the kind of man you are."

As he sat, Caleb could feel the panties hug his cock and balls a little tighter. There was something so humiliating about being reminded that he'd just put on a pair of his wife's panties, and he couldn't help but feel thrilled at that sensation.

"Speaking of which," Grace continued, "it's time for you to move out of our bedroom."

Caleb felt like she'd just reached across the table and slapped him. "What?" he asked.

"You heard me, Caleb," she said in a firm tone. "You're moving out of the bedroom. I'm no longer willing to share a bed with a cocksucking, cum eating, panty wearing cuckold bitch. You don't deserve to sleep next to me. You don't even deserve to sleep on the floor next to the bed, though I might be willing to grant you that privilege from time to time."

"Grace...I...I don't want this," Caleb said as a deep sense of angst enveloped his body.

Grace offered a warm smile that made Caleb feel a little better, reached across the table to take his hands in hers, and squeezed them softly. "Caleb, you're not the man I married. You've revealed the man you really are since I started cuckolding you, and that man is not someone I want to share my bed with. That man is not someone that deserves to fuck me. That man is, however, someone that deserves to suck cock for me, that deserves to clean my messy pussy, that deserves to watch as another, far better man satisfies me. And, in case you hadn't noticed, what you want isn't particularly important anymore, Caleb. You're not the man of the house. I suppose you never really were, but you certainly aren't now."

Before he could say another word, Grace stood up, moved to Caleb's side, and bent over. He looked up at her a moment before her lips met his for a surprisingly deep kiss. He couldn't help but lose himself in it as Grace's tongue swirled in his mouth, offering an intensely erotic kind of pleasure that once again lured him into a state of overwhelming desire.

"I think we both know that you're going to end up enjoying this, Caleb," she whispered. "I think we both understand what kind of man you are. I think that ultimately you're going to lie in your new bed tonight and stroke that little cock of yours while you think of how humiliating it is to have been kicked out of the master bedroom because you're no longer man enough to sleep next to your wife, because another man has taken that position from you."

Grace kissed him again and then took Caleb's hand and helped him to his feet. His cock throbbed in her panties as they left the café and all he could think about was the fact that she was almost certainly right, that he'd find a wealth of pleasure in the idea that he wasn't man enough to share a bed with his wife.

"So, you kicked him out of the master bedroom, huh?" Bryan asked as both he and Grace looked over at Caleb, who was on his knees by the side of the bed he used to share with his wife.

"I did," Grace replied with a smile. "Tell him why, Caleb."

"Because...because I don't deserve to share the bed with her anymore," Caleb answered.

Bryan's hand moved to Grace's stomach and slipped under the delicate fabric of the camisole she'd put on for him. She smiled as his fingers slowly drifted towards her breasts, and as he took her soft flesh in his hand, Bryan asked, "And why don't you deserve to share the bed with your wife?"

Caleb knew the answer. Grace had enumerated it quite well earlier that day at the café. Her words had stuck with him for the rest of the day. "Because I'm a cuckold, a cocksucker, and a cum slut. Because I love being those things, and that's not the kind of man that Grace wants to share a bed with."

"And you agreed to give up your place in the bedroom because you know your wife deserves better, don't you?" Bryan asked as he played with Grace's breasts and elicited a series of low, soft moans. "You know that she deserves better than you, don't you, cuckold?"

"Yes," Caleb admitted as his cock reached a painfully erect state while the pleasure of humiliation coursed through him. He'd reached that place where he wanted more, that place where it felt like an addiction had been triggered and he wouldn't be able to control his need. "She deserves a man like you. She deserves a real man. She deserves someone that can satisfy her, not someone like me that wants to suck cock for her, and clean cum out of her. She deserves better than me."

"Look at how fucking hard he is," Grace noted as she stared between Caleb's legs. "That's pathetic. I told you, Caleb. I told you it would turn you on to be kicked out of my bedroom. I told you it would make your dick hard to sit there on your knees while you watch me with a real man."

"You were right," Caleb replied.

"Yes, I was," she said. "Now what is it you want right now, Caleb? What would make you happy?"

"If you'd let me suck Bryan's cock," Caleb answered. "Because that's all I'm good for."

Grace laughed and Bryan quickly joined her. "Don't sell yourself short, Caleb. You're also good for cleaning Bryan's cum out of my pussy, and sucking his cock clean after he's finished fucking me. Go ahead, crawl in the bed. Suck his dick. Be a good cuckold."

Caleb stood and crawled into the bed. He took off Bryan's underwear and settled between the other man's legs. He took the half hard cock in his mouth and he sucked like he knew he was supposed to. He sucked like a good cuckold should, like the only thing that mattered to him in that moment was making his wife's boyfriend happy. It felt good, too. Pleasure rushed through his body as he gave yet another blowjob to the only man Grace allowed inside her. That pleasure was driven by intense humiliation, and Caleb wanted more of it.

He dropped a little lower and sucked on Bryan's balls. Their potent scent filled his nose and Caleb tasted a day's worth of sweat on his tongue. As he sucked, Grace reached down to stroke her boyfriend's cock. They kissed and Caleb watched his wife welcome her boyfriend's tongue into her mouth as Bryan's finger moved into her panties to play with her pussy.

Pushed by a desire to sink deeper, Caleb lifted Bryan's balls out of the way and licked his taint. He ran his tongue back and forth over that little strip of sensitive skin and Bryan bent his legs, lifting his hips a little and silently suggesting that Caleb sink just a little further down and fully embrace his desire to feel an overwhelming sense of humiliation.

Caleb did it. He licked his way to Bryan's asshole and he gave a rimjob. He licked the hairy, tight, wrinkled hole of the man that had taken his place in the master bedroom. Humiliation swirled through his body as he did something he'd truly never considered doing. That humiliation felt good, though. It felt overpoweringly good.

"Is he eating your ass?" Grace asked.

"He is," Bryan replied.

Grace laughed. "You didn't even tell him to. He just fucking did it. He's even more pathetic than I thought. I can't believe I ever let him fuck me. I can't believe I ever let that pathetic little cocksucking, ass eating cuckold inside me."

"Does that mean he won't be fucking you anymore?" Bryan asked.

"Never again," Grace replied. "He has his place and it's nowhere near my pussy."

Caleb moaned before lifting his head and enveloping Bryan's cock in his mouth. He pushed down until it was in his throat. He gagged and his eyes watered. He spit up a little, too, but he managed to keep on sucking like a good cuckold. When he pulled back, Bryan's cock was covered in slippery, thick saliva and stiff as steel.

Grace yanked her panties off and quickly straddled her boyfriend. "If you like eating ass so much, you can rim me while I ride him," she said over her shoulder. "Or you can just get on your knees at the foot of the bed and watch him pound me."

Caleb didn't hesitate. He spread his wife's ass cheeks, pressed his face between them, and gave her a glorious rimjob while she rode Bryan's cock. Caleb's head bounced up and down as Grace's ass did, and he was able to keep his tongue in contact with her perfect little asshole the whole time.

"I'm so glad I found you, Bryan," Grace said between moans. "I'm so glad I have a real man in my life. I'm so glad I have someone that can fuck me like I so desperately need to get fucked. I'm so glad I have someone that can replace my worthless husband and give me the kind of pleasure I deserve."

Caleb moaned into his wife's asshole as she rode her boyfriend faster. He rubbed his cock into the bed, humping it like the pathetic cuckold that he was, and doing so while a sense of bliss enveloped his body, filling him with a wondrous kind of giddiness that was fueled by his ever-increasing humiliation.

Grace and Bryan came together. She sank down on his cock and their moans filled the bedroom that Caleb was no longer permitted to sleep in. He tongued Grace's asshole while she climaxed and continued to do so when she leaned forward to kiss her boyfriend as his cock continued to pulse deep in her pussy.

When Grace lifted her cunt from Bryan's cock, Caleb sucked it clean without hesitation. He took the long, thick shaft in his mouth, deepthroated it, and then held his lips tight around stiff flesh to get every drop of cum and his wife's slick juice.

Grace rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Caleb crawled between them and ate her pussy gleefully. He licked and sucked and swallowed everything he could find. He acted like the cuckold he'd become, embracing an even deeper sense of humiliation in the process.

"Did you enjoy that, cuckold?" Grace asked.

"Yes, very much so," Caleb replied after he'd swallowed the last of Bryan's cum.

"Even eating Bryan's asshole?" she asked.

Caleb nodded as he felt a deep sense of humiliation while looking into his wife's eyes.

"Good," she replied. "You deserve pleasure too. You don't deserve to fuck me. You don't deserve to sleep in my bed. But you deserve pleasure. Now, leave us. Go sleep in your new room. Feel free to pull on that pathetic little cock of yours, though you might want to wait until Bryan and I fuck again. That way you can jerk off like a sad little cuck as you listen through the wall while a real man fucks me in the bed you used to sleep in."

Caleb backed out of the bed and headed for the door. He stopped, turned back to see Grace and Bryan cuddled up in bed, and said, "Thank you."

"It's my pleasure, cuckold," Grace replied. "Shut the door on your way out."

Caleb shut the door and headed for what used to be the guest bedroom as his cock remained stiff with desire. The moment he was in his room, Caleb opened the top drawer of his dresser, pulled out the panties Grace had given him earlier that day, and crawled into the bed. He wrapped the panties around his cock and stroked slowly. He wasn't going to cum, but he was going to keep himself in a place of intense desire right up until Grace and Bryan fucked again, and then he'd give himself permission to cum, for that was the most humiliating choice.