You Thanked Him...and Everything Changed (Patreon)

"Thank you."

Such simple words. And yet, those two words changed your marriage. They changed the way your wife saw you. They revealed to her the man you really are. Those two words changed everything.

Well, it was seven words, really. It was the first two that made all the difference, though.

"Thank you for cumming in her pussy."

That was the sentence you'd uttered. The sentence you'd directed to her bull. The sentence that left your lips after the first time you'd cleaned his cum out of her pussy.

They'd been together for four months. He'd been cumming inside her for just a few weeks as it had taken your wife quite a bit of time to develop both the comfort and trust needed to welcome another man's seed inside her. Luckily for you, she didn't need much convincing to let you crawl between her legs to clean him out of her.

She didn't expect to hear you thank him, though. She didn't expect to hear you express such gratitude for something that most men would abhor. She didn't expect to see that gratitude on your face and in your eyes.

It was genuine, though. You were grateful to him for cumming inside your wife, for his doing so meant that you got to experience the pleasure of cleaning his load out of her. You got to live that most pure and potent of cuckold fantasies. It became your reality. You tasted his cum on your tongue. You felt the viscous fluid in your mouth. You felt it coat your throat as it slid into your stomach. You tasted it long after you'd swallowed for him, too.

It wasn't until later that night - after he'd gone home - that your wife shared her surprise at you giving thanks to the man that had just cum inside her.

You were curled up in bed. She was dressed in a delicate satin camisole and a matching pair of shorts. You were dressed in your underwear and a t-shirt and you hoped - though you knew better than to expect or demand - that she'd be willing to offer you an orgasm as you hadn't yet cum that night.

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" you asked.

She cuddled up next to you, ran her hand under your shirt and over your stomach, and kissed your neck softly. "Very much so. He always satisfies me. Each and every time. And it's always really good, too. It's actually kind of remarkable for a man to be so consistently excellent in bed."

You couldn't help but ask, "Is he better than I am?"

She laughed softly and ran her fingers up your chest. "He's much better than you. He's been much better than you since the first time he had me."

You were suddenly quite confident you'd get to orgasm that night, as your wife rarely offered up that sort of talk if she wasn't intent on turning you on.

"Why, if you don't mind me asking, did you thank him?" she asked.

"I...I honestly didn't think much about it. I just did it," you answered as a surprising sense of embarrassment washed over you. Thanking her bull hadn't been a purposeful decision. Not really. The words had just poured from your lips as you'd experienced an overwhelming sense of gratitude after cleaning his cum from her pussy. "I had this feeling...I don't know...this feeling of...well, gratitude."

"Towards him?" she asked.

You looked at your wife and saw a touch of confusion on her face. "Yes. For satisfying you. More accurately, for satisfying you in a way I'm literally incapable of doing. But also for...well...for cumming inside you."

Her lips curled into the slightest smile before she said, "I do like when he cums inside me. I'm not sure why, but my orgasms are better since we started having unprotected sex. There's something about knowing his cum is going to end up in my pussy that has proven far more thrilling than I expected." She kissed your neck and asked, "Is that why you thanked him? Because my orgasms have gotten even better since he started cumming in my pussy?"

"That's part of it," you answered. "But the other part...it's hard to explain, I guess, but cleaning your pussy...it's unlike anything I've ever experienced. The pleasure of it, I really can't even describe it other than to say I felt - and still feel, in fact - a sense of euphoria. It's kind of like the aftermath of an orgasm, only it just keeps going."

Her fingers traced down your stomach and she caressed your cock through your underwear. "So, you're saying that you so thoroughly enjoyed licking his cum out of me that you thanked him for putting it inside me. For cumming inside me. Is that right?"

"Yes," you admitted as your cock grew thanks to her gentle touch.

She sat up and you thought for a moment that you might see disappointment on her face. Instead, your wife was smiling. That smile remained on her face as she moved between your legs and pulled off your underwear. She ran her hands up your thighs and then cupped your balls, caressing them gently as she leaned down and kissed your stomach.

"He liked it, you know," she said softly. "When you thanked him. He said it turned him on. He said he kept thinking about it as he fucked me a second time. He said it made the sex better knowing that my cuck husband was so grateful, that my cuck husband would be so grateful to be given a second opportunity to clean his cum out of me."

"I was grateful," you admitted as your cock began to throb with desire.

She smiled. "I know you were. You thanked him again. You thanked him profusely, in fact. Your lips were still slick with his cum and my juices as you looked up, looked right into his eyes, and thanked him."

You'd done it a second time because it had proven intensely pleasurable the first time. There was something irresistible about looking at the man that had just fucked, satisfied, and inseminated your wife and thanking him for all of it. In essence, you were thanking him for being better than you in so many ways and for being willing to fuck a married woman.

"Thank you," you said. "I should have thanked you earlier, in fact. Thank you for being willing to let me clean him out of you. You didn't have to do that."

She kissed the tip of your cock and your balls tightened in pleasure. "I wasn't going to, to be honest. It felt weird to me, and I was concerned that watching you lick someone else's cum out of my pussy - and swallow that cum - might change the way I see you. He convinced me to let you clean his cum, though. He convinced me that you craved it, that I'd be making a fantasy come true if I let you crawl between my legs after he'd cum inside me."

"I'm grateful to you for welcoming me between your legs," you said. Something else she'd said lingered on your mind, though. "Did it...did it change the way you see me? Did it change how you think of me?"

She laid between your legs and kissed your thighs. Her tongue flicked back and forth over your skin while she stroked your cock at an achingly slow pace.

"Yes," she finally answered. "How could it not change my opinion of you? Honestly, though, it was thanking him that shifted the way I see you more than anything. It was just...it was just so surprising. You thanked him for cumming inside me. You thanked him for planting his seed in my pussy so you could lick it out of me and swallow it. You thanked another man for letting you consume his cum."

She'd admitted to seeing you differently, but you couldn't tell if she was upset, or disappointed, or if she hadn't yet processed what kind of impact that change was going to have on her.

"It excited you to thank him," she said. "Didn't it? It thrilled you to show deference to him in that way."

You nodded. Perhaps lying would have been the wiser choice in that moment, but it also excited you to admit such a thing to your wife.

She rubbed her thumb over the underside of your cock head, teasing you relentlessly as she smiled. "I see you differently than I used to," she said softly, "but I also feel like I'm seeing the real you for the first time, and I like that. I like that you're finally being honest with me."

She moved to her knees, kissed the head of your cock, and took you in her mouth. The sudden burst of pleasure caught you off guard and you unleashed a rather loud moan in response. She swallowed most of your cock - sucking her bull's far larger dick had made her better at oral sex - and pulled off just as quickly as she'd taken you in her mouth.

"Now I know what kind of man I'm married to," she said while slipping off her shorts. Then her lips found their way to your stomach and up your chest as she slowly crawled forward. "Now I know that you're more than a voyeur who likes watching his wife cum with someone else's cock inside her. Now I know that you're the kind of man that yearns to feel more than that. The kind of man that wants to do more than watch, that wants to be involved, that wants to show his deference to his wife and the man that fucks her to the best orgasms of her life."

She pressed her lips against yours and they gently parted. Her tongue brushed against your teeth before slowly invading your mouth. She moaned and you felt her pussy lips rub over the head of your turgid cock.

"At first, I thought it was pathetic," she said as her lips hovered close enough to yours that you could feel her breath against your skin. "What kind of man thanks someone else for cumming inside his wife, after all?"

You said nothing, though your dick continued to throb as your wife revealed a side of herself that you were quite certain you'd never met before.

"It didn't take long for me to see that it's not pathetic, though. That's just a basic, prejudiced judgment an unenlightened person would level at your behavior. There's a way of seeing it, though, as beautiful. Unlike so many people, you've embraced who you are," she said.

You felt your cock slip into her pussy. She studied your face while slowly swallowing every inch of your unimpressive shaft. When you moaned, her lips curled into a delighted smile.

"You've helped me embrace who I am, too," she said. "You've helped me accept that I need to have good sex, that I shouldn't have to settle for the kind of mediocre lovemaking you delivered for the first decade of our marriage."

Her hot, wet pussy rode you slowly. She delivered pleasure, though nowhere near enough to actually make you cum, which was unquestionably the point.

"You've helped me accept that I want a strong man in my life. I want to be able to lead that strong man into our bed and I want to be able to give my body to him to do with as he pleases. I want to surrender to him, to let him have me, to let him take me to a place of sexual bliss that my husband can't provide," she continued.

That's what her bull offered. He was confident in bed. Confident in a way you've never been. He was dominating without being rough and he possessed the skill and strength to give your wife everything she craved.

"Does my pussy feel good?" she asked.

"Yes," you said. "It's so much better than good. It's...it's fucking incredible."

She sat up, placed her hands on your chest, and rode you faster. She smiled and studied your face while doing so, seemingly with a purpose, too, as she stopped riding you the moment you felt your orgasm approach.

"I'm glad you like my pussy, but in a way, it's a shame," she said.

"Why?" you asked.

She smiled and lifted her hips. Your cock slipped from the warm, wet confines of her cunt and she crawled closer and curled up next to you. "Because your cock won't be enjoying my pussy more than once or twice a year from here on out." She grabbed your balls and squeezed them just hard enough to get your attention. "After all, a man that happily cleans someone else's cum out of his wife's pussy doesn't really deserve to fuck his wife all that often, especially when you're not really capable of satisfying me with your cock."

"But...I don't...but..."

She placed a finger against your lips and said, "Shhh. No complaints. You just thanked another man for cumming inside me so you could lick it up. You don't get to complain. You showed me what kind of man you are, and that kind of man doesn't get to make demands of his wife, especially sexual demands. That kind of man takes what he's given and is grateful for it. The next time I let you inside me, I expect you to thank me profusely, even if I ride you for just a few seconds before you blow your load."

You said nothing, in part because she wasn't entirely wrong about the kind of man you were and in part because there was something hugely arousing about her new rule.

"You'll clean his cum out of me every time we fuck from now on," she continued. "You'll thank both of us after you've done so. I'm not the only one you'll be cleaning, though. He needs to be cleaned, too, and since you're so grateful to him, the least you could do is clean his messy, cum-soaked cock."

Your dick throbbed as she seized control.

"And I don't want you thinking you can use a towel or wash cloth to clean his cock," she said while wrapping her fingers around your shaft. "You'll do so with your mouth. You lick and suck him clean. You get every bit of cum and pussy juice. If his balls are messy, you'll clean those too, and then you'll thank him when you're done."

Her voice had taken on a more aggressive tone, but it only served to enflame your arousal. Your dick felt as hard as it had ever been and her touch was exquisitely pleasurable.

"I'd also like you to start planning romantic dates for my bull and me. I want you to put in some effort to make it special for us. You'll pay for it, too, and you'll take me shopping so I have beautiful dresses and lingerie to wear under them," she continued. "I deserve to go on dates with a strong, confident, sexy man and he's the only one in my life that meets those qualifications. You'll be sure to thank him for taking me out, too, and on some occasions we'll let you tag along as a third wheel of sorts."

"Thank you," you said.

Your wife smiled and kissed your neck as she stroked your cock a little faster.

"You're welcome," she replied as your dick throbbed. "Oh, and one more thing. I'm in control of your orgasms from here on out. You're not permitted to masturbate. Not at all. My hand brings you pleasure and only my hand, with the exception of the few times a year I give you my pussy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do," you answered.

She stroked you faster and the sounds of a handjob filled the bedroom. You were moments away from an orgasm. "I'm close," you said. "I'm going to cum."

She kissed your neck. "Oh, and from now on you'll clean up your own messes, too. Every drop of them. If you don't, it will be a long, long time before I let you cum again."

Cum launched from the tip of your cock before you could answer. Your loins pulsed in the most intensely pleasurable manner as thick ropes of semen landed on your stomach and chest while your wife moaned like she was the one having an orgasm.

Once you were finished unloading, she scooped up some of your load and held her fingers against your lips. "You should be just as eager to clean up your cum as you were to clean his. We both know what kind of man you are. We both know you crave this sort of thing. Now open up and do your duty. Show me that you're exactly the kind of man I think you are."

You're exactly the kind of man she thinks you are, which is why you opened your mouth and cleaned your cum. She fed you every drop you'd expelled and you lapped it all up.

"I'd like to cum again," she said when you were finished. "Is that something you can handle?"

You answered by crawling between her legs, lying on your stomach, and putting your tongue to use as she closed her eyes, played with her tits, and moaned.

Your life was on the verge of a massive change, all because you'd uttered those two words to the man that had cum inside your wife.

Change is almost always for the better, though, and there's a very good chance both you and your wife are going to be much, much happier in the future.