Matching Panties (Patreon)

"You don't have to look so nervous," your wife says with a smile as you step into the Victoria's Secret. "We're not doing anything wrong. It's just a little different, is all."

She takes your hand and gives you a kiss on the cheek. Her lips feel warm and soft against your skin, but they do little to quell your nerves.

"Come," she says, leading you into the store and towards the panty section.

"Can I help you with anything?" an elegant, beautiful young employee asks.

Your pulse races as you wonder if your wife is going to expose you.

She smiles, squeezes your hand, and says, "No, thank you."

The young employee returns your wife's smile, glances at you, and then walks away. You breathe a sigh of relief and your wife lets your hand go and picks up a pair of black lace bikini cut panties. She holds them against her body and looks down before turning her gaze to you.

"What do you think of these?" she asks.

"They're really sexy," you reply.

"Do you think he'll like them?"

You nod. She's referring to her bull, and based on what you know if him, you're quite certain a pair of black lace panties will be right up his alley.

"I think so too," your wife says as she hands you the panties.

You take them and run your fingers over the delicate material.

"What are you waiting for?" she asks.

You know what she's referring to. You're far too embarrassed to actually do it, though.

"Hold them up," she says. "I want to see how they'll look on you."

Up until now you've been able to tell yourself that your wife won't make you go through with it. She won't actually make you wear a pair of matching panties with her. She won't make you dress that way just because her bull requested it. You never really believed that was true, but you certainly clung tightly to the chance that it might become your reality.

"Don't disappoint me," she adds.

You hold the panties against your waist, just as your wife did. For every second they remain there, you worry that someone will see, that you'll be exposed as a man shopping for panties.

Your wife steps back to look you up and down and then comes closer, leans in, and kisses you on the cheek. "Your little cock is going to look so good in these panties. I think we should get a few pairs to try on, though, as I think you might look even more adorable in pink or red."

Despite your reluctance to wear panties of any kind - let alone a matching pair with your wife - you feel your cock stir to life. Blood courses to it and in just a few moments you're sporting half an erection as your wife walks away and plucks red, pink, and black panties from the shelf. She grabs two pairs of each - along with matching bras for her - and beckons for you to follow her to the fitting rooms.

Your pulse races as you walk down the hallway and step into one of the rooms. Your wife shuts the door, sets the panties on the bench, and helps you out of your pants while offering soft, unquestionably seductive kisses against your neck.

"I know you're nervous," she whispers. "And that's okay, because we both know this is exciting for you, too. We both know that you crave this sort of thing, that some part of you gets off on the idea of submitting to him, of embracing your place as a cuckold, of showing me and my bull that you recognize that you're an inferior man in the bedroom."

Your dick is hard. It's embarrassing, but it's hard as a rock. It springs free as your wife lowers your underwear. You kick off your shoes and step out of your clothes as she takes you in her hand and strokes you slowly and silently. Her lips linger achingly close to yours, but she doesn't kiss you.

"Tell me you want this," she says softly.

She's right. She's wrong, too. You want it and you don't want it. Or, perhaps more accurately, you want it but you hate that you want it.

"I want this," you reply.

Your wife smiles and to your complete and utter surprise, she drops to her knees and takes you in her mouth. She swallows your small cock with ease and you very nearly unleash a moan that every single person in the store would have heard.

For a few minutes, you enjoy a world class blowjob from your wife. She swallows your cock over and over while running her hands up and down the backs of your legs. She gets you fairly close to cumming before pulling back, planting a soft kiss on the tip of your cock, and standing up.

She rewards you again, this time with a deep kiss. You taste your cock on her tongue. You taste the sweetness of your precum and your dick continues to throb with unexpected desire.

"Undress me," she instructs.

You strip your wife naked - as you've done so many times for her bull - and neatly fold her clothes and set them on the bench. She then turns and unbuttons your shirt, leaving you nude in the fitting room.

She smiles sweetly and grabs the pink panties from the bench. You take them from your wife and watch as she puts her pair on along with a matching bra. She turns to look at herself in the mirror and smiles, no doubt because she recognizes that she looks exceptionally good.

"Time to put your panties on," she says softly. "I want to get a picture for him. I want to show him that we're being good for him. I especially want to show him that you're being a good cuck for him."

You're not being forced. There's a part of you that finds all of this exciting. That's not the only thing you feel, though. After all, it's intensely emasculating to put on a pair of panties and pose for a picture with your wife. It's even more emasculating for that picture to be sent to another man - to the man that's largely taken your place in the bedroom - for his approval.

And yet, everything that both emasculates and humiliates you also arouses you. It's the duality of being a cuckold, and so you experience both of those feelings as you pull the panties up your legs. They fit snugly - especially given your erection - and you know you look thoroughly ridiculous.

"You look so cute," your wife says. "He's right, you know. Your little dick was absolutely made for panties."

Your dick throbs. Your balls tighten. She turns you on with just a few words and her boundless enthusiasm for doing as her bull desires.

Your wife grabs her phone, puts her arm around you, and lines up a mirror selfie. She does you the kindness of ensuring that neither your face nor hers is in the picture and then taps her screen, forever immortalizing the image of you in a pair of pink panties.

"Let's try on the other pairs, too," she says. "We can take pictures in all of them and he can pick which ones he likes the best on us."

She's so excited about it, but that's the effect her bull has on her. She's still lost in the phase of the relationship where all she can think about is how good he makes her feel. It never takes more than a few moments for her to get wet when she thinks about him, and she thinks about him an awful lot.

Despite the emasculation - or perhaps because of it - you try on all three pairs of panties and pose for a picture. Each time, your wife puts her arm around you, like she's the one that leads the relationship. It's even more emasculating, in no small part because it's true.

She sends her bull all three pictures, sets her phone on the bench, and caresses your cock in the delicate red lace panties you're not wearing. She steps closer and her hands move over your waist and to your ass. She grabs two handfuls of your flesh through the lace and you can't help but experience a sense of pleasure as the soft material clings to your backside.

She kisses you deeply and you moan into her mouth. You feel a desire to be inside her, to fuck her. You're immediately struck by the absurdity of that notion. Why would your wife want her panty-wearing husband to fuck her when she'll have her bull's big cock stretching out her pussy before the day is over?

"I'm so wet," she whispers. "Would you like to taste my pussy?"

You nod.

Your wife sits on the bench, spreads her legs, and pulls her panties aside. You drop to your knees in the fitting room, crawl closer, and lean in. You plunge your tongue inside her and she reaches out and runs her fingers through her hair. She leans forward a little, smiles, and then sits back.

"You really do look good in panties," she says. "Oh, and I didn't even notice how good your ass looks in the mirror. All covered in red lace. Your balls hugged so tight by those naughty underwear. Mmm, I can't believe how much this turns me on."

Wearing panties doesn't turn you on. Her arousal does, though. The emasculation does. The humiliation does. Being put in your place as a cuckold does.

Her phone dings. She picks it up and smiles. She taps out a message.

"He says he likes the pink panties best. He says they look great on me and that a cuck's little dick looks best dressed up in a feminine color," she says. "He also said we should buy all three pairs, though. A cuck should have a nice panty collection, after all."

It feels like you should say something, like you should put up a fight of some kind, even if you know it's pointless. You don't, though. You've already been emasculated, and your wife is well aware of your arousal. Instead of fighting, you surrender to it. You put your tongue back into her pussy. You go as deep as you can. You lick your way to her clit. You suck on her throbbing sex organ and she bites her lip and grabs a handful of your hair.

"You're so good with your tongue," she says. "I wish I could let you make me cum. He wants my first orgasm of the day, though."

You're disappointed, but it's his decision.

"Don't worry, though. You'll get to use your tongue tonight. And those soft lips of yours," she says.

You sit back on your knees and look up at your wife.

"He wants you to suck his dick," she continues. "To fluff him like a good cuck should. Like a panty boy should."

It's humiliating to even think about. It's about as emasculating as something could be. You should feel horrified. You should be aghast. You should be arguing vociferously against the idea of being made to suck cock.

You're not, though. Instead, you're grappling with an unexpectedly intense wave of arousal washing over you. There's angst and a touch of disgust in there, too, but it pales in comparison to the desire you feel.

Your wife extends her foot to tease your cock with her toes. She reaches between her legs and slips two fingers into her pussy while rubbing her clit. She bites her lower lip, lets out a soft moan, and asks, "Will you suck dick for me and my bull, cuck?"

You nod. It's hugely embarrassing to do so, but you nod. Your wife moans louder and rubs her clit faster as you do. Her arousal fuels your own. You made her happy. You turned her on. That's all that really matters, even if you have to surrender your manhood to do so.

"He knew you would," she says. "He told me you would after the last time he fucked me. He told me you'd be a good cocksucker for us. He told me that every cuck eventually ends up being a good cocksucker."

You doubt that - there are certainly some cucks that wouldn't suck dick - but he was right about you.

She pulls her fingers from her pussy, leans closer, and pulls you in for another deep kiss. She caresses your face as her tongue dances with yours and you feel her affection and desire. You feel her love for you. You feel how much she appreciates your willingness to suck dick.

"Let's buy these panties and go home," she says.

You change back into your clothes. You head to the register. The girl ringing you up takes note of the matching panties in different sizes and gives you a knowing look and a sly smile. Your emasculation deepens, but by this point it's a source of almost pure arousal.

You pay for the panties you and your wife will wear for her bull tonight. You take the bag. Your wife takes your hand and you walk out of the store sharing a sense of anticipation of the pleasures that will unfold in your bedroom tonight.

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"How do you feel?" your wife asks.

"Nervous," you reply. "Really nervous."

You and your wife are in the master bathroom. The door is shut. Her bull is waiting in your bed. You're naked except for the pair of pretty pink lace panties you and your wife just changed into. She's wearing the matching bra and of course she looks spectacular.

"There's no need to be nervous," she says while taking your hand. "You're just being a good cuck. You're being the kind of cuck you were always meant to be. You're being the kind of cuck my bull and I both want you to be and I love you for that."

"I love you too," you reply

She steps closer. The delicate lace of her bra presses into your chest. You smell her perfume. She kisses you softly and some of your nerves wash away under a wave of arousal.

"Don't be nervous. Don't be embarrassed. Just be a good cuck. Be a good cocksucker for my bull and me. Show us both that you understand and embrace your role," she says.

You know your nervousness isn't likely to fade and you're okay with that. Nerves are a part of being a cuckold and they have been since the first time she fucked her bull. You're going to be good. You're going to do what your wife and her bull want.

She takes your hand, smiles, and opens the bathroom door. She leads you into the bedroom and towards the bed where the two of you sleep, where her bull is waiting with a half hard cock and a smile on his face.

Your wife stops a few feet short of the bed and puts her arm around you. Her bull's eyes wander over your bodies and his smile slowly grows as he does so.

"What do you think?" she asks. "Do we look good?"

"You do," he says with a nod. "You both look very good, in fact."

Your wife reaches over and cups your cock and balls in the pink lace of your panties. "Yeah? You think my cuck looks good in his pretty new panties?"

You feel an intense kind of humiliation as his eyes wander over your body. The differences between the two of you have never felt starker than they do in that moment. His cock wouldn't even fit in a pair of panties like the ones you're wearing. He's just too big. His cock is also going to end up in your mouth before the night is over and you're quite certain he's not the sort of man who'd ever suck someone's dick.

"I think your cuck's cock was meant for panties," he says. "I think he likes them, too. He might not be willing to admit it, but I think the cuck likes that the panties make it impossible to do anything other than accept his place."

He's right about that. It's impossible to lay claim to any sort of husbandly rights when you're dressed in pink panties that match the ones your wife is wearing.

"What about my cuck's mouth?" your wife asks playfully. "Is that meant for something?"

He smiles and takes his cock in his hand. He strokes it slowly as you stare at it. It gets bigger. The head gets plumper. The veins seem to stand out more.

"Your cuck's mouth is meant for giving pleasure," he answers. "It's meant for serving. It's especially meant for serving the cock that satisfies his wife."

She kisses your neck and strokes your dick through your panties. You get hard, though you'd really prefer if you didn't. You don't want it to seem like you're actually eager to suck dick.

"Is he right?" she asks softly before her lips brush against your neck. "Is your mouth meant for serving the cock that satisfies me? Is your mouth meant to suck that dick of his to get it nice and hard for my pussy?"

There's a part of you that wants to leave, that wants to deny that there's any shred of truth to the idea she just whispered into your ear. There's also a part of you that loves the idea of your mouth being meant to serve the cock that satisfies your wife. It's the same part of you that actually gets turned on at the idea of being emasculated and made to wear panties by her bull.

"Yes, my mouth is meant to serve...to serve his cock...to serve your pussy after he fucks you...to serve both of you," you answer as your dick throbs in your panties.

"Mmm, I love you," your wife whispers. "You make me so wet, cuck. So fucking wet. Now go suck that dick of his. Fluff him for me. Be a good cuck."

You approach the foot of the bed slowly. He releases his cock, spreads his arms, and rests them on the pillows on either side of him while a smile spreads across his face.

You crawl into the bed and he spreads his legs a little wider. You move between them. Your wife rushes to the other side of the bed and crawls in and cuddles up next to her bull. They share a quick kiss - that you watch every second of - before both turn their attention to you.

You're on your hands and knees between his legs. You're staring down at his cock. You've never been so close to it. It looks so big. Intimidatingly large, in fact.

"Suck it for me, cuck," your wife says as she runs her hands over his muscular chest. "Suck the cock that satisfies me. Suck that cock that makes up for your sexual shortcomings. Suck it and show us both that you know your place."

She knows how to turn you on, how to trigger the part of you that loves being a cuckold. You take his cock in your hand as your own throbs in your panties. You've never been so emasculated and humiliated and there's a chance you've never been so turned on.

You stroke his cock and your wife moans. You look up to see genuine excitement and lust in her eyes. She wants you to do this. She wants you to pleasure him, to fluff him, to show them both that you know your place.

You lean down. You open your mouth. You wrap your lips around his cock. You have another man's dick in your mouth. You close your eyes and let the reality wash over you. You're sucking cock. You're a cocksucker. You're a panty wearing cocksucker.

"That's it," your wife says softly. "Suck his dick for me. Be a good cocksucker for me, for him, for both of us. Suck that dick, cuck."

You suck his dick. You do what you've seen your wife do. You use your mouth and hand. You stroke him. You suck him. You lick him. You kiss the head. You lose yourself in it. You cover him in your saliva. You push down as deep as you can and gag.

He gets hard in your mouth. You serve your purpose. You serve his cock. You're a cocksucker. A cuckold cocksucker.

You hear your wife moan. You look up to see him fingering her pussy while she watches you suck dick. You hear how wet she is. Your cocksucking is serving her, too. It's turning her on, so when he's ready he'll slide into her with ease.

"It's so fucking hot watching you suck dick for me, cuck," she says.

It's hot for you too. That's humiliating, but it's hot for you. Your cock is so fucking hard in your panties. It's hard and you have a dick in your mouth. It's humiliating, but it's so fucking hot.

"You're going to be doing this lots more in the future," she says. "You're a cocksucker now and it's so fucking hot for me to watch. You're going to be doing it a lot more, so I hope you're ready."

You are. She's right. You're a cocksucker. A cuckold cocksucker. A pantied cuckold cocksucker. And there's nothing wrong with that.