Good Morning, Cuck (Patreon)

The gentle sounds of your phone's alarm lure you from sleep. You open your eyes, roll onto your side, and see an empty space where you were expecting to see your beautiful wife.

She's not there, though, because you're not in your bed. You slept in the guest bedroom last night and your wife's bull took your place in the master bedroom. She fell asleep in his arms instead of yours. She's almost certainly still fast asleep next to him.

You turn off your alarm and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You grab your t-shirt from the floor and pull it over your head. You grab your jeans and pull them on before slipping your phone into your pocket, opening the door, and stepping into the hallway.

You look to the left and see that your wife and her bull left the door to the master bedroom open. You hear nothing, but you can't help but tiptoe towards the room to get a peek inside.

You stop just short of the doorway and lean over to look into the master bedroom. Your wife is sleeping on her side and her body is tucked against her bull's. His arm is around her. She looks so peaceful, so content, so utterly happy.

You feel a wave of angst. After all, another man has quite literally taken your place in the bed you share with your wife.

You feel a similar wave of desire. After all, you're a cuckold and nothing in the world turns you on more than another man taking your place in the bed you share with your wife.

You can't help but think of the pleasures your wife and her bull shared in your bed last night. Your memory conjures an image of her crawling into the bed in the black bra and panty set you dressed her in. You see her pulling off his boxers and exposing his half hard cock. You see her take him into her mouth and offer the kind of oral pleasure she hasn't offered you in half a decade.

You're stiff with desire. You want to step into the bedroom, pull back the covers, and wake your wife with your tongue. You want to provide her with pleasure. You want to make her smile, to make her moan, to make her cum.

That's not your job today, though. Not while she's in bed with her bull. Not unless she gives you express permission to enter the bedroom and offer your mouth.

Today, your job is to be a good cuckold, as is the case whenever her bull stays over. In this particular moment, that means brewing coffee and making sure you're prepared to cook breakfast for your wife and her bull when they wake up.

You turn and head for the kitchen with your dick throbbing in your pants. You retrieve a bag of coffee beans and the hand grinder - you don't want to make any unnecessary noise and wake them from their slumber - and you carefully prepare the grind to make three utterly flawless cups of pour over coffee.

You set the water to heat up, prepare the filter, and pour the ground beans into it. Once the water has reached the ideal temperature, you begin the process of the pour over, ensuring that you soak all of the coffee grounds.

It took a fair amount of time to get good at making coffee in this manner, but you're proud of your progress. You're proud of having put in the work to ensure that your wife and her bull get to drink exceptional coffee the morning after a night of passion and pleasure together. You're proud of the smiles on their faces when they take that first sip because it means that you've done a good job serving their needs.

As you pour the last of the water over the grounds, you hear footsteps approaching. You know it's your wife's bull before he even steps into the kitchen, as your wife walks in a far more delicate manner than the tall, muscular man that spent the night in your bed.

He greets you with a smile as he steps into the kitchen wearing only a pair of thin sweatpants that show off the impressive bulge of his flaccid cock. You can't help but glance at it - the pants seem designed to draw your attention to the crotch - and then you return his smile.

"Good morning, cuck," he says.

"Good morning, sir," you reply.

He smiles in the confident manner of a man in charge, a man basking in the notion that you happily call him 'sir,' that you think of him as the man in charge when he's in your house.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" you ask.

"I'd love that," he replies.

You turn, grab a mug, and carefully pour a cup of the coffee you painstakingly brewed. You add in just a dash of half and half - which is how he likes it - and turn to hand it to your wife's bull.

He takes the cup, lifts it to his lips, and takes a slow sip. He closes his eyes for a moment, savors the taste, and swallows.

"Excellent, as always, cuck," he says.

"Thank you, sir," you reply.

It's an odd thing to refer to another man as 'sir' in your own home, and yet it brings you, your wife, and her bull pleasure. It began as an accident, really. One day it just slipped out of your mouth. It surprised all three of you, and yet you all found it to be a rather pleasing acknowledgment of the hierarchy when your wife's bull is in your home.

He leans against the kitchen counter and asks, "Did you enjoy last night?"

You nod. "I did, sir. You have such a talent for satisfying Sarah. It's unlike anything I've ever seen and I can't tell you how appreciative I am that she gets to have orgasms like the ones you give her. She deserves the absolute best of everything in life and I just couldn't provide her with the kind of sexual satisfaction she deserved."

He sips his coffee once more and asks, "And did you enjoy that I let you clean my cum out of her, cuck?"

You nod vigorously and feel your dick begin to harden. "It was very generous of you, sir. I love when I'm allowed to clean her pussy. I love how much it makes me feel like a cuckold. I love how it tastes, how it feels, how much she seems to enjoy it."

"And how did you feel when Sarah told you that you'd be sleeping in the guest room?" he asks with a smile. "How did it feel when your wife told you she wanted to fall asleep in another man's arms?"

Your cock is very nearly stiff and you know he can see the tent - albeit a small tent - that's formed in your pants. Your stiffness is your answer, but you know he expects you to verbalize your feelings, so you say, "It was exciting, sir. It made me a little anxious, too, but I like that Sarah wants to spend the night with you, and I like that she finds pleasure in having you sleep in our bed."

"I like it too," he replies before gesturing towards the coffee and adding, "You're not having coffee?"

"Oh, right, you know, I completely forgot about it as soon as I served you a cup," you say before reaching to pour yourself a cup.

After filling the mug you reach for the half and half but he stops you. "Actually, I was thinking you could add a different kind of cream to your coffee. Something more befitting a cuck."

You set the mug on the counter and turn to see a smile on his face. He glances towards his crotch and makes it perfectly clear what he expects you to do.

It won't be the first time you've sucked his cock. It won't be the second, third, or fourth time, either. Your wife is usually present when you blow her bull, though, and it feels a little awkward to do it while she's asleep.

"You want me to...you want me to suck your cock, sir?" you ask.

"That's right," he replies. "I want you to get on your knees right here in your kitchen and suck the cock of the man that fucked your wife three times last night. I want you to suck my cock until I empty my balls into your mouth and then I want you to spit my cum into your coffee before drinking the entire cup like a good cuck."

You know better than to object or argue. "Of course, sir," you reply before approaching and sinking to your knees in front of the man that's fucked your wife far more often than you have in the past year. "It would be my pleasure to suck your cock."

You reach up and slowly pull down his sweatpants, revealing his flaccid cock inch by inch. The smell of sex emanates from his pubic hair, a remnant of the pleasure he gave your wife the night before. He steps out of his sweatpants as they hit the floor and you push them aside before crawling a little closer, dropping down, and taking his cock in your mouth.

"That's it," he says before sipping the coffee you carefully brewed for him. "Suck my dick like a good cuck. Take your time, too. You're not just trying to work a load out of me as quickly as possible. You're trying to make me feel good. You're trying to show me your gratitude for satisfying Sarah like you've never been able to satisfy her, cuck."

You take his words to heart. You attempt to show your gratitude through a slow, passionate, worshipful blowjob. You maintain eye contact with him for most of it, too, though it feels far more humiliating to do so. That's your place, though. You're a cuckold. You serve. You offer pleasure. You embrace humiliation if required to do so.

You feel pleasure, too. Of course you do. You enjoy offering your submission. You enjoy being humiliated by someone that delivers it with skill, and your wife's bull has gotten good at humiliating you in the time he's been in your life.

"Don't forget my balls, cuck," he instructs.

You pull back and his cock pops free from your mouth. You lift it, lower your head a little, and take one of his testicles into your mouth. His manly scene fills your nose and his taste dances on your tongue as you swirl it around the hairy, wrinkled flesh that fills your mouth. You gently stroke the head of his cock while worshiping his balls, offering pleasure to a sexually superior man while your cock throbs in your pants.

"Mmm, I see you're already putting the cuck to work."

Your wife's soft, delicate voice fills the kitchen. You hear her footsteps approach. You feel a deep sense of humiliation, but this is far from the first time she's watched you pleasure her bull.

He sets his coffee mug on the counter and reaches out to pull her close. They share a kiss as you take his cock back in your mouth. Your wife's tongue dances with his as she puts a hand on the back of your head and urges you to swallow more of the cock that has satisfied her so many times since she and her bull began seeing each other.

"Mmm, I like when you use him," she says. "When you put him in his place."

He reaches into the pink satin tap pants she's wearing and you hear your wife's wetness over the sounds of the blowjob you're giving. You see pleasure wash over her face as she moans and again their tongues entwine as they indulge in a deep kiss. His cock head swells up in your mouth and you suck harder on it, moving your tongue back and forth over the underside in the hope of enhancing his pleasure.

"I told him to make me cum in his mouth so he could flavor his coffee with my load," her bull says, "but it might be even more fun for him to lick it out of your pussy before spitting it in his drink."

She looks down at you, smiles, and then turns her attention back to her bull and replies, "Well, I hate to be selfish, but I'd really enjoy having that perfect cock of yours inside me again, and I'd really, really like it if you filled my pussy with your cum."

She pulls her shorts down and hops on the counter. Her thighs part and you catch a glimpse of her enflamed pussy lips while continuing to worship his dick like a good cuck.

"Fuck me," your wife says. "Fuck me and cum inside me."

He puts a hand on the top of your head and pushes back. His cock pops free from your mouth and he turns and slips his stiffness into your wife while you watch from your knees.

"Eat my ass while I fuck her, cuck," he instructs.

"Yes, sir," you reply.

Your wife moans, just like she always does when he commands you. You obey like a good cuck. You part his ass cheeks, press your face between them, and eat his ass while he thrusts into your wife's pussy.

"Is he doing it?" she asks. "Is he licking your asshole?"

"Damn right he is," her bull replies. "He's a good cuck. He does as he's told. He likes doing as he's told. Isn't that right, cuck?"

"Yes, sir," you reply. "I like doing as I'm told, as you instruct me to do. I like being put in my place."

Your wife moans loudly. She loves when he puts you in your place. She loves when he's in charge. She loves how different the dynamic is when he's in the house. You love it too, which is why you're on your knees licking another man's asshole while he fucks your wife.

"I'm so fucking turned on," she says.

"Does my dick feel good inside you?" her bull asks. "Does it feel good to be sitting on your kitchen counter with my big cock in your cunt while your husband eats my ass?"

She moans. "Fuck...yes...yes...it feels so fucking good!"

She's close. You know she's close. She's almost always close when he's inside her.

"Please, cum inside me," she begs. "Please, cum in my pussy. Cum in my married pussy!"

He fucks her faster. They're going to cum together. It's moments away from happening. He's going to blow his load in her perfect, tight little pussy.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" he says.

She grabs his ass and holds it open for you as you tongue his hole. She does so while cumming. Your kitchen fills with moans of pleasure from both your wife and her bull. You reach up to gently massage his balls while he unloads in her pussy. You do your part as a good cuck to ensure they both experience the pleasure they deserve.

When they're finished cumming, he steps aside and you stare at your wife's perfect, freshly-fucked, cum-filled pussy. He grabs your mug of coffee and hands it to you.

Your wife reaches out and guides your head between her legs. You plunge your tongue into her pussy in search of his cum. You scoop it up and gently spit it into your coffee.

"Isn't it nice of him to let you flavor your coffee with his cum?" she asks with a smile.

"It is," you reply. "He's a very generous man."

She runs her fingers through your hair. "Yes, he is. He manages to satisfy both of us, doesn't he?"

You nod. "Yes, he does, and I'm very grateful for that."

She pulls you to her pussy and you plunge your tongue inside her once more. She moans softly and you look up to see utter delight in her eyes. Her bull comes closer and they share a kiss as you retrieve more cream for your coffee.

"Here," he says, handing her a mug.

She takes a sip as you continue to clean her messy cunt.

"Delicious," she replies.

"The cuck did a good job, as always," her bull says.

"He loves to serve," she says. "I'm not sure there's anything that makes him happier, in fact."

They both look down at you as you pull your tongue from her pussy and spit the cum into your mug. "I do love to serve," you say. "And thank you both for letting me do so with such frequency. And thank you for starting this morning in the most beautiful way imaginable."

"You're welcome," he says as your wife sips her coffee.

"It's our pleasure, cuck," she adds. "Now, is my pussy clean?"

"Yes, it is," you reply.

"Good. Then you can start on our breakfast," she says.

You nod. "Of course."

You stand, take a sip of your cum-flavored coffee, and set the mug on the counter as your wife's bull picks up her shorts and helps her into them. He takes her hand and leads her out of the kitchen, presumably so they can enjoy an intimate, post-orgasmic cuddle on the couch while you make breakfast.

You can't think of a better way to start the day and it brings you genuine pleasure to make the best possible breakfast for them, which is precisely what you're going to do, just like a good cuck should.