<p>“You’re going to have to prove that you really want it.”</p><p>That’s how my cuckolding began. My wife walked into the living room, waited until I looked up at her, and uttered those words.</p><p>“What?” I asked.</p><p>There was no context to her declaration, so of course I was confused.</p><p>“If I’m going to cuckold you,” Victoria said, “you’re going to have to prove that you really want it.”</p><p>I sat up and smiled at her. “Are you considering cuckolding me?”</p><p>“Yes, Matt, I am,” she said with a serious look on her face. “I’ve been considering it for months, actually. I’ve been reading about it. I’ve been talking with other women online. I’ve read some true stories. I’ve even watched a few videos.”</p><p>“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked.</p><p>“Because I know how you are. I know how relentless you can be when something turns you on. I know how crazy you can be about pursuing it and I wanted to make absolutely certain I was actually interested in cuckolding you before I mentioned it,” Victoria explained.</p><p>I’d introduced the idea of cuckolding six months ago and I figured it had come and gone since Victoria didn’t seem all that interested. I was delighted to discover that she’d been thinking about it.</p><p>“Does this mean you’re interested?” I asked as my heart pounded and my cock came to life.</p><p>“I am,” Victoria replied.</p><p>“How can I prove that I really want it?” I asked.</p><p>I should have known it wouldn’t be easy when I saw her smile. It was almost cartoonish, the kind of smile a villain unleashes in a movie when his dastardly plan seems like it’s coming together. She was clearly delighted with the plan she’d come up with. At the time I had no idea how dominant and devious my wife could be.</p><p>“I’ll let you know,” Victoria said before turning and walking away.</p><p>“Wait,” I called out. “Victoria, wait. What can I do?”</p><p>She didn’t stop, though. She kept walking. I’d have to wait before she shared the first part of her plan.</p><p><br></p><p>It began a few days later. We were in bed when Victoria looked up from her book and asked, “How often do you cum?”</p><p>“Uhhh,” was all I could come up with. She’d caught me off guard and my brain was clearly not in top form that late at night.</p><p>“It’s not a difficult question, Matt,” Victoria said, “and if I’m going to cuckold you I’m going to insist on complete and total honesty. Do you understand?”</p><p>I nodded as I quickly collected my thoughts and said, “Sorry. I usually cum three or four times a week.”</p><p>“I usually cum once or twice a week,” Victoria said. “We’re going to change that. From now on you’ll only cum when I give you permission. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Is this…is this part of cuckolding me?” I asked.</p><p>“It’s part of you proving that you want to be cuckolded, yes. You’re going to have to show me that you care more about my pleasure than your own. You’re going to have to show me that your desire to be a cuckold isn’t purely selfish, and that means you’re going to have to prove that you’re willing to give up control of your orgasms. Do you understand?” she asked.</p><p>“I do,” I said, though I didn’t really know what I was agreeing to. I’d come to find out, though.</p><p>“Good,” she said. “I’d like you to get between my legs and make me cum right now.”</p><p>She pulled back the covers, lowered her panties, and pointed between her legs like the demanding goddesses I’d seen in so many of the porn videos I’d masturbated to over the years.</p><p>“Of course,” I said. Little did I know that it was the first of many, many times that I’d make my wife cum without receiving an orgasm in return.</p><p>It was a week before Victoria touched my cock again. Over the course of those seven days I went down on her eleven times (she counted), providing an orgasm each and every time.</p><p>It was after the eleventh orgasm that Victoria took my cock in her hand and offered me the pleasure I’d been yearning for all week.</p><p>“Do you know how long it’s been since your last orgasm?” she asked.</p><p>“A little over seven days,” I answered.</p><p>Victoria laughed. “Of course you know. Why did I even bother asking?” She stroked me a little faster as my balls tightened. I wasn’t going to last long. “Do you know how many times you’ve made me cum in seven days?”</p><p>I shook my head.</p><p>“Of course you don’t,” she said. “Why would you be keeping track of my orgasms?”</p><p>She seemed a little annoyed, though she hadn’t mentioned anything about me having to count her orgasms so I didn’t feel all that bad.</p><p>“Eleven,” Victoria said. “You’ve given me eleven orgasms since you last enjoyed a climax. Isn’t that wonderful? Hasn’t it been splendid to make your wife cum over and over without any thought of making yourself cum?”</p><p>“I…I’ve been thinking about making myself cum,” I answered.</p><p>Victoria laughed. “I know you have. It’s okay. That’s to be expected. Even the best-behaved cuckolds think about their orgasms. I’m quite proud that you didn’t slip up and jerk off this week, though. You didn’t, did you?”</p><p>“No. I promise. I didn’t,” I answered.</p><p>I’d thought about it. I’d even stroked my cock a few times. I came pretty close to cumming once, but I’d managed not to have an all week.</p><p>“You played with yourself though, didn’t you?” she asked.</p><p>“I did,” I admitted.</p><p>“There will be no more of that, okay?” she said. “I didn’t forbid it this past week so I’m not going to punish you, but from here on out I’m the only one that gets to stroke your cock. Do you understand?”</p><p>I nodded.</p><p>“I control your orgasms, Matt. If you want me to cuckold you that’s a sacrifice you’ll have to make. You’ll have to embrace that I’m not going to let you cum anywhere near as often as you would if you were making the decisions. Do you understand that?”</p><p>“I do,” I answered as my orgasm neared.</p><p>“Good,” Victoria said.</p><p>She kissed me as her grip tightened and she stroked me a little faster. Pleasure spread through my body in the most wondrous way imaginable. There was no question that waiting a week made the handjob feel so much better.</p><p>“Cum for me, Matt. Enjoy your orgasm. Go ahead. Spill your seed,” Victoria whispered between soft kisses on my neck.</p><p>I had no choice at that point. She’d manipulated my cock so skillfully that all I could do was cum. I was lying down at the time and my cum spilled onto my stomach and chest, making a spectacular mess. A week’s worth ends up being a pretty big load, as it turns out.</p><p>Victoria ran her fingers through it afterwards as she smiled. “You’ll be cleaning up your own messes soon,” she said. “You’re going to learn to love the taste of your cum.”</p><p>In that moment, fresh off of a great orgasm, that was not what I wanted to hear. Victoria saw the face I made.</p><p>“You’ll do it or I won’t cuckold you,” she said. “It’s that simple.”</p><p>She was right about that.</p><p>“You’re going to make me cum twenty five times before you get another release,” Victoria said as she wiped her cummy fingers on my underwear. “Do you understand?”</p><p>I nodded.</p><p><br></p><p>I didn’t see it at the time, but in hindsight it was obvious that Victoria was intent on turning my focus to her orgasms. She’d chosen a very effective method, too. Because my climax was tied to helping her achieve twenty five orgasms I was very much intent on making her cum as often as possible.</p><p>It took two weeks for me to reach that number and when I look back on that time I can’t help but find it rather remarkable that my focus changed so swiftly.</p><p>If it was up to me she would have cum twenty five times the first day. That wasn’t the slightest bit reasonable, though. Instead, I turned my focus to doing everything in my power to arouse Victoria so she’d let me go down on her.</p><p>The first few days I was a little bit clumsy about it. I did the sort of things that would have aroused me, like feverishly kissing her neck and running my hands over her body. I’m sure it felt good, but it wasn’t the sort of thing that got her all hot and bothered.</p><p>After those advances were largely rebuffed I did my best to consider what my wife actually wanted and changed to a more sensual approach. In hindsight, I suspect that was the whole point. She was trying to get me to think about her instead of thinking about myself.</p><p>I started giving her foot rubs every night and I was almost always rewarded with a chance to go down on her, especially when I would run my fingers up her legs to massage her calves and the tops of her thighs. Sometimes it would take twenty or thirty minutes of rubbing, but eventually Victoria would smile at me and ask, “Would you like to make me cum?”</p><p>Those became my favorite words. I started having a genuinely joyful response when she’d uttered them. I would smile and nod gleefully and I would feel a remarkable kind of arousal despite knowing that I had no chance of achieving an orgasm of my own.</p><p>I started getting up a little earlier to make sure the coffee was ready when Victoria woke up and on the weekends I’d bring her breakfast in bed and she would generally let me make her cum when she was finished eating.</p><p>The weekends also offered the extra time needed for us to shower together. I would wash Victoria’s body and hair, combining a massage with being of service to her and I would almost always be rewarded with those words: “Would you like to make me cum?”</p><p>Once I got to do it in the shower and two other times she leaned against the bathroom counter while I knelt in front of her and made her cum with my tongue.</p><p>I didn’t have to do anything special to be granted permission to give Victoria the twenty-fifth orgasm. It was a Saturday night and she called me to the bedroom. I’d planned on ending the night with a lengthy massage for her and I was hoping she’d let me get started early so I rushed down the hallway.</p><p>I found her in bed wearing a black satin negligee with the most delicate lace trim. She’d piled up the pillows in front of the headboard and looked like a goddess resting against them.</p><p>“Would you like to make me cum?” she asked.</p><p>I nodded as I stood in the doorway and stared at her impossibly beautiful body. At that point I’d been without an orgasm for two weeks and I was aroused all the time, so seeing Victoria dressed to entice me was a thrilling experience.</p><p>She slowly spread her legs, pulled up the bottom of her negligee, and said, “Take your clothes off and take your place between my legs.”</p><p>I stripped and crawled into the bed. I took my place between my wife’s legs and looked up at her for permission to worship her pussy.</p><p>“Go ahead,” she said. “Make me cum.”</p><p>I worshiped her pussy for the twenty-fifth time in two weeks. She seemed to be holding back from cumming as I must have spent fifteen minutes between her legs – most of the time she climaxed in less than five – but eventually Victoria experienced a loud, lovely orgasm.</p><p>“Join me,” she said afterwards.</p><p>I looked up to see my wife roll onto her side and pat the bed gently. I crawled forward and laid on my back as she wrapped her fingers around my stiff cock and stroked me.</p><p>“You’ve been so good the past two weeks,” she said. “You’ve made me so happy.”</p><p>She kissed my chest and her fingers encircled my balls as she gently teased them.</p><p>“Do you think you can be like this all the time?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” I answered.</p><p>“Don’t just say what you think I want to hear,” she said. “Don’t lie to me because you want to cum. That would make me very unhappy.”</p><p>“I’m not,” I said. “I swear, I’m not. I’ll admit that at times I’ve felt like I’m losing my mind a little over the past two weeks, but I think I love it, to be honest. It’s been so different, but I’ve actually liked almost everything about it.”</p><p>“Yeah?” Victoria asked as she rested her chin on my chest and looked up at me. “Like what? What have you enjoyed?”</p><p>“I’ve enjoyed making you cum so often. I’ve come to find it insanely hot to worship your pussy while knowing that I’m not going to orgasm. It feels really satisfying to do things for you, like making you breakfast in bed or coffee in the morning. It feels good to give you foot rubs and to be rewarded with the chance to go down on you and make you cum. I know that me not getting to cum regularly is part of what makes it enjoyable, but I figure that’s not going to change if we go forward with this,” I explained.</p><p>“No, it won’t,” Victoria said. “You won’t be cumming very often if I cuckold you. You’ll have to earn each and every orgasm with good behavior.”</p><p>There was something about the sense of control in her voice that I found hugely arousing. It wasn’t a negotiation. I wasn’t being offered a choice. Victoria was telling me what my new reality would be if I wanted her to cuckold me.</p><p>“I want this,” I said. “I want you to cuckold me. I want to sacrifice my orgasms. I want to give you control. I want to earn the pleasure I get to enjoy. I do.”</p><p>“There’s one more thing I need you to agree to before I let you cum,” Victoria said.</p><p>“Anything,” I replied.</p><p>She smiled in the devious way I’d become accustomed to and said, “I need you to agree to eat your cum. All of your cum. From here on out. Anytime you have an orgasm you’ll clean up your mess.”</p><p>After my previous orgasm I knew it was inevitable that Victoria would have me eating my cum. She’d said as much. Because of that I’d spent the past two weeks trying to prepare for it. I knew I wasn’t going to like it – not at first, at least – but I knew I could do it. It wouldn’t be anything more than a little gross.</p><p>“I’ll do it. I will. I’ll eat my cum. I will,” I said.</p><p>Victoria pressed her satin-clad body against mine and whispered, “Good boy,” before offering a vigorous handjob that made me cum in just a handful of seconds. Two weeks is a long time to go without a release, so I was there almost instantly.</p><p>Victoria pushed her tongue into my mouth as I climaxed. For some reason I sucked on it. It seemed like the right thing to do. It felt wonderful, to be honest.</p><p>When she pulled away my stomach was covered in my load and Victoria had a smile on her face. “Are you ready?” she asked.</p><p>I nodded.</p><p>Victoria ran the tips of her index and middle fingers through the cummy mess on my stomach and scooped up a healthy dollop of it. I opened my mouth and she fed it to me without hesitation.</p><p>I gagged a little at the surprisingly strong taste – it was the first time I’d tasted cum – and Victoria laughed as she said, “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”</p><p>I swallowed the first serving and several more followed as she scooped it all off my stomach. It took a few minutes, but eventually every bit of my cum was in my stomach.</p><p>“Thank you,” I said. “For the orgasm, I mean. It was incredible.”</p><p>“Thank you for being so well-behaved these past two weeks,” Victoria replied.</p><p>“It’s been my pleasure. It really has.”</p><p>Victoria smiled and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek before saying, “I believe you. Which is why I’m going to allow you to take the next step towards your cuckolding.”</p><p>Even though I’d just cum I felt a huge rush of excitement. “Really?”</p><p>Victoria sat up and said, “Yes. You’re going to find a man to fuck me. We’ll sit down tomorrow so I can give you the details on what I’m looking for, but I’m quite certain it’s going to take you a while to find the right guy so you should get started as soon as possible.”</p><p>“Thank you,” I said while knowing how utterly absurd it was to thank my wife for allowing me to find someone else to fuck her. Almost everything about cuckolding can be seen as utterly absurd if you’re looking at it from the outside, though.</p><p>“I need you to understand that if you regress in your behavior – if you masturbate without permission, if you stop being well-behaved, if you stop focusing on me – all of this will end. I will not cuckold you unless you show me that you can follow my rules. Okay?” Victoria said.</p><p>“Yes. I meant it when I said I enjoyed the last two weeks. I don’t want to go back to being the way I was. I really don’t. I promise.”</p><p>“Good,” she said. “Now take a shower to wash the cummy residue off your body before you come to bed.”</p><p>“Of course,” I said.</p><p>I had a big smile on my face as I headed towards the bathroom. I was that much closer to realizing my dream.</p>