Cuckold Humiliated w/ Friend
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by how many people message or comment on our stories telling me I’m a horrible wife/human being for cuckolding my husband. I truly wish people would understand that this lifestyle isn’t for everyone, but for the men it IS for... it consumes their minds.
My husband and I have a wonderful and fun marriage and a large part of that is the fact that he is 100% devoted to being a cuckold. He tells me it makes him feel so alive and that he feels “at home” while being subjected to things that would turn alpha males homicidal.
The humiliation aspect is what comes under attack the most. “I would never do that to the man I love,” “You’re a piece of shit,” blah blah blah... the truth is, the humiliation aspect of cuckolding is what turns my husband on the most. It has also become one of my favorite parts of the relationship as well because (it makes me wet) it turns him on (and makes me wet) and puts him in his place, that he craves (did I mention it makes me wet as hell?).
I wear the key to his holy trainer every single day. I wear it with my friends who know what it is, I wear it with family who probably thinks it’s something “weird,” and I wear it to bed at night. There was a time we gave all keys to our bull and we had zero access to it unless my husband asked... but the truth is, I love holding the power to relinquish his frustration right beyond his reach.
I truly believe the vast majority of women would love to be in a cuckold relationship. Having the best sex of your life with a bull or multiple lovers of your choosing while having the security and love of a devoted husband at home. The husband that’s more devoted to every single second of your life being amazing than anything you could ever imagine. Being a hyper sexual person I have always felt a huge need for great sex in my life and to have it very frequently. I struggled with being in relationships because I needed more. Enter cuckolding. Enter humiliation.
I knew early on that my now husband would take to cuckolding. I could sense it in him by how he continually tried so hard to make me cum and would constantly ask if I was having fun. I guess it’s my sadistic side (that is perfect for cuckolding) that came out and held sex over his head for ages before finally letting him feel my pussy on our wedding night.
The humiliation is intoxicating though. I probably shouldn’t think about it to much while I’m sitting here in my cubicle... but it is.
I’ll never forget the rush I had (and he told me later that he had) the first time I walked down into the basement with my best friend where he was playing video games. We’d been drinking some wine and I told her what the key was for and I ended up spilling everything. How I had a black guy that fucked me, my then boyfriend didn’t get to cum, he got off on the humiliation... he was so shocked and scared when we walked down the stairs and I told him she knew everything.
I had him pull down his basketball shorts while he was still sitting on the couch and show that shiny steel birdcage off. She stood there and bit her lip while staring at it and holding her wine glass. I sat down next to my “man” and moved the cage slightly with my hand. His face was bright red and his cock was shriveled at this point.
She said, “Well shit... that can’t feel good when you get a boner.” I chuckled at it and he just sat there. “How do you go to the bathroom?” He didn’t say anything. Frozen by the whole situation I guess. I said, “Oh, he sits.” My friend laughed. “Like a girl.” I tagged on. She laughed again. I could see the inevitable happening. I saw his cock start filling the cage more. She said, “Uh oh... maybe we should leave?? Haha”
I was rubbing his balls while my hand was wrapped around the top of the cage. “He’s used to it,” I said, “he hasn’t had an erection outside of there for over a month.” Truth is, I miss the steel cage that he could go a very extended amount of time in without needing out for cleaning.
She looked at him and said, “And you’re ok with this? I don’t need to call the cops here?” She and I both laughed but she had a very confused look on her face. He finally eeked out, “No, I’m good haha.” Trying to laugh it off was cute. He started straining against the bars. He winced a little and she bent down, still a few feet away, and said, “Shit, that has to hurt.” She looked at me and I was smiling at him.
“So, you don’t cum. (She turned to me) You cum as much as you want with anyone you want. (Back to him) You love that she does it and take care of the chores and everything around the house?” He nodded and kept straining and I said, “Yep. That’s the gist of it.”
She sat down cross-legged on the floor right next to his legs, on the other side away from me. She looked at me and said, “And this boyfriend that you have... how does he fit in?” I said, “Barely, but when he gets in its amazing.” She started laughing very hard. My poor cuck was straining so hard at this point I was worried about the integrity of the cage.
We sat there and talked while he strained in his cage right there between us. She would look over at it quite a bit and I could tell she was enjoying it. “So, bull? You call him your bull?” “Yes, he’s OUR bull, we say. He fucks me amazingly well but his attitude toward (boyfriend) makes him OUR bull.” This brought up more questions. I sent her an article that really explained the dynamic well for her to fish through. Pictures included.
She said, “Wait, so how much of this have you done?” I looked over at him and smiled. “More than you’d believe,” I said. She stared at his cock as it strained and could see a little bit of precum flowing out. “This all feels so crazy.. but I’d be lying if I said this weren’t incredibly hot teasing him like this.” The alcohol was definitely playing a factor in her openness but she is a very sexual woman as well. And very attractive.
I laughed and said, “Oh, this is just life, not a teasing session. Teasing sessions involve more things like this...” I bent over and put the cage and surrounding his cock to my lips and began licking the tip through cage. He immediately began jumping slightly and wincing more. She was laughing her ass off.
I started laughing and stopped. She then continued asking about our bull and asked to see him. I showed her several pictures of him and motioned to my now husband, “He has dirtier photos of you want to see them.” She said, “Ooh yeah,” and adjusted to get closer to him. He pulled out his phone and started getting to them. She got up and sat right up against him on the couch. I could feel the tension in his body.
He cycled through photos of our bull and I in various stages of... love making. She gasped and covered her mouth, “He’s a fucking god...” she said quietly. He was. And our current one is too.
It had to have been the alcohol and the fact that we were all turned on but I said, “You wanna meet him? He asked to come over tonight but I told him we were hanging out.” She sat up and you could tell she had a lot of thoughts running through her head. “Of course...”
Cucky and I locked eyes and I said, “Call him.” He called him where we could all here and he said, “Hi sir,” she laughed when he said this... “Lindsey would like you to come over and meet her friend. Yes, I want you to come over too. Thank you.” Just like that, another level of humiliation in front of her.
I got super sidetracked here, but I got turned on while thinking about that story and kept going. I’ll post the rest later but I should probably actually do some work... my plan was to talk about the different ways I humiliate him and all of that. I will be back with that soon.