<p><em>I thought it would be fun to get a little meta while telling a story of a wife coming into her own and demanding the pleasure she craves while humiliating her cuckold husband and showing him that there’s pleasure in denial, submission, and everything else that’s wonderful about having a dominant hotwife</em></p><p><em>If you haven’t yet checked out the stories from </em><a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/cuckold-handbook-26386820"><em><strong>The Cuckold Humiliation Handbook</strong></em></a><em>, do so now.</em></p><p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=consulting%20the%20chh"><em>Click here</em></a><em> to read the previous parts of this story.</em></p><p><img data-media-id="61951744" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>"Those pants are incredible,” Alan said as Peyton took his hand in hers and stepped into the hotel lobby. “I feel like I’ve never seen those before. Are they new?”</p><p>Peyton was wearing a pair of wet look leggings that fit like a second skin. She’d paired them with strappy black high heels and she knew her legs and ass looked incredible. The tight, low cut long sleeve top she’d picked out highlighted her breasts and the particularly helpful push-up bra she’d worn with them. There was a reason the bellhop had been especially eager to open the door for her. She looked damn good.</p><p>“They are new. I bought them yesterday,” Peyton said as she strode across the elegant lobby and towards the bar that was their intended destination.</p><p>“They look really, really good,” Alan said.</p><p>Peyton couldn’t quite contain her smile. Alan wasn’t worth much in the bedroom, but she still enjoyed his attention and affection, especially when it could be used to deepen his willingness to be a cuckold for her.</p><p>They stopped just outside the bar and Peyton guided Alan’s hand to her ass. “Go ahead,” she said. “Give it a squeeze.”</p><p>Alan’s fingers grasped her flesh and squeezed as she watched his face. She took great joy in the look of pleasure that washed across it.</p><p>“Doesn’t my ass feel amazing in that tight, soft, shiny fabric?” she asked. “Don’t these sexy leggings make you want to spend the night groping me?”</p><p>Alan nodded as his hand remained on her ass.</p><p>“That’s why I bought them,” she said. “Though, if I’m being honest, I’m not as interested in having your hands all over my ass as I am someone else’s.”</p><p>“What?” Alan said as the look of pleasure washed away and was quickly replaced by anxiety.</p><p>Peyton smiled and took his hand in hers once more as they entered the bar. She led them to a booth in the back and sat across from her husband.</p><p>“You’re going to sit right there and I’m going to have a little fun at the bar,” she said.</p><p>“Fun? What kind of fun?” Alan asked.</p><p>“I’m going to have a drink or two. I’m going to talk to the bartender. I’m going to talk to any nice gentlemen that might come over because they find my outfit as arousing as you did,” Peyton answered.</p><p>Alan stammered before saying, “Wait, Peyton…why are you doing this?”</p><p>“I think I’ve been pretty clear about this, Alan. You’re not capable of giving me what I need and I’ve decided to do something about that. Tonight, what I need is to receive the attention of a handsome, strong, successful man. I need to feel his desire for me. I need to feel his eyes on me. I might even need to feel his hands on me and I’m pretty sure these sexy leggings are going to make him want to touch me,” she said.</p><p>“Do you have a date?” he asked.</p><p>“No, sweetie, but I’m a beautiful woman and I’m going to be sitting alone at a hotel bar. There will be no shortage of men eager to hit on me, and considering how much they charge for a night at this hotel they’re going to be exactly the kind of men I want to be flirting with,” Peyton explained.</p><p>“Are you going to…” Alan began to ask before trailing off and wringing his hands.</p><p>“Am I going to fuck someone? Is that what you wanted to ask?”</p><p>Alan nodded.</p><p>“No, sweetie. I’m just going to flirt. I’m going to have a little fun. I’m going to do exactly what I want and you’re going to sit right here and take it. It kind of sounds like the opposite of how our sex life has been up to this point in our marriage, doesn’t it?” Peyton said before sliding out of the booth and heading towards the bar. She didn’t bother looking back. She knew Alan wouldn’t put up a fight.</p><p><strong>The Handbook Says: Flirt Openly While Your Husband Watches</strong></p><p>As she made her way across the room and found a seat at the bar Peyton’s mind wandered to the splendidly sexy flirtation story she’d read just a few nights earlier. Alan was in the shower and she was on the living room couch with the iPad in her hand.</p><p>Peyton had indulged her desires and masturbated as she read the story and fantasized about doing the same thing. She wanted to flirt with another man. She wanted to consider the notion of taking him to a hotel room and fucking him. She wanted to let her mind wander to that deeply satisfying place and she wanted to do all of it while her husband watched.</p><p>Unsurprisingly, Peyton got what she wanted. She spent her evening flirting. Some of the men weren’t worth more than a few words, but a few gave her exactly what she was looking for, including Adam, the man she spent nearly two hours with.</p><p>Peyton knew he’d be disappointed when she left without offering him more than a little bit of groping and kissing, but she wasn’t going to break her promise to Alan. She was there to flirt. She wasn’t there to fuck. She did take Adam’s number, though. He was a strong candidate to be the man she cuckolded her husband with.</p><p>Peyton checked in on Alan throughout the evening, with quick glances and the occasional teasing text. It wasn’t until she joined him at the booth once more that she discovered just how much fun he’d been having though.</p><p>As the evening came to a close, Peyton slid into the booth next to him and pressed her body against Alan’s. She caressed his leg, kissed his neck, and whispered, “Have you enjoyed watching your wife flirt with other men?”</p><p>Alan groaned as Peyton’s hand moved between his legs. She was delighted and a little surprised to find a throbbing erection in his pants. She could feel a small wet stain that she assumed was from the precum that must have been leaking from his cock.</p><p>“Mmmm,” she said, “You don’t have to say anything, honey. I have my answer.”</p><p>Peyton stroked her husband through his pants and hoped that the booth would hide what she was doing from the view of the few customers left in the nearly-empty bar.</p><p>“Look at me,” Peyton said.</p><p>Alan turned to look at his wife and she saw the mixture of pleasure and anguish on his face. She knew to expect it. She knew Alan would be dealing with difficult feelings, in part because of the intensity of his arousal. He wasn’t supposed to be aroused after watching his wife flirt with other men, not by typical standards, at least.</p><p>“What turned you on the most?” Peyton asked as she released his cock and stroked his leg.</p><p>That pained look crossed Alan’s face again as it seemed like he couldn’t quite bring himself to answer.</p><p>“It’s okay,” Peyton whispered. “You can tell me.” She kissed his neck softly and gently nibbled his earlobe. “Was it watching him touch me? Was it seeing the way he caressed my legs? Was it knowing that another man had his hands on my body?”</p><p>Alan groaned and Peyton played with his cock through his pants once again. It delighted her that he was still hard as a rock.</p><p>“Was that it, Alan?” she asked.</p><p>“No,” he said.</p><p>Peyton smiled. It was just one word, but it felt like progress.</p><p>“You’re hard as a rock, Alan,” she said. “You were hard as a rock when I sat down. You were turned on watching me and I want to hear what you liked the most. I want to hear you say it.”</p><p>Peyton considered unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock, but she knew it would be madness to do that in the middle of a bar.</p><p>“I’m not going to make you feel good unless you tell me, Alan. I’m not going to give you what you crave unless you’re honest,” she said.</p><p>Alan closed his eyes and groaned in a way that communicated a mixture of frustration and a kind of desire that was so overwhelming it made him a little uncomfortable.</p><p>“It was the kissing,” he said.</p><p>Peyton smiled and released his cock before turning her husband’s face so she could look into his eyes.</p><p>“You liked watching me kiss him?” she asked. “You liked watching your wife kiss another man?”</p><p>“I think so,” Alan answered.</p><p>“You think so?”</p><p>“I…it turned me on. It felt weird, though. It turned me on but there was something about it that hurt a little bit, too. There was something that felt strange about just sitting here and watching you do that without doing anything other than getting an erection,” he explained.</p><p>Peyton kissed her husband. It was soft and slow at first, but she felt a torrent of desire unleash inside her and she needed more. She needed it to be a furious kiss. She needed to reward him for his honesty with something she knew he loved. When his tongue darted into her mouth Peyton sucked on it like Alan loved. She moaned for him. She played with his cock through his pants again.</p><p>“Excuse me,” a deep voice said from behind Peyton.</p><p>She turned to see the bartender standing at the booth.</p><p>“I’m sorry to interrupt, but we’re a few minutes from closing. Can I get you anything else?” he asked.</p><p>Peyton smiled. The bartender had watched her flirt all night. He’d watched her kiss Adam. He’d watched the other man touch her. She wondered if he’d made the connection that Alan was her husband and that they were playing a little game.</p><p>“No, we’re all set,” she said. “Thank you for checking, though.”</p><p>“Of course. Have a good evening,” he said before walking away.</p><p>“I suppose we should go,” she said while reaching between her husband’s legs to check his erection. He was still hard, so Peyton added, “I’m going to go to the bathroom first, though. Just so you have a little time to cool off.”</p><p>Alan was soft and ready to go by the time Peyton returned from the bathroom. She took his hand and led him out of the bar and to the valet stand.</p><p>“You can touch me,” Peyton said as they waited for the car to be pulled up. “I know you’ve been thinking about it all night. Go ahead. Grab my ass. Give it a good squeeze. Feel what he felt.”</p><p>Adam hadn’t been shy about his desire to caress Peyton’s legs, in no small part because he seemed drawn to the shiny leggings like a moth to a flame. Peyton had thoroughly enjoyed his touch. There was something so thrilling about a pair of strong hands grasping and kneading her ass, especially when they were kissing.</p><p>Alan didn’t hesitate. He reached back and grabbed Peyton’s ass. He gave it a good squeeze and let out a little moan. She knew the thin, soft, smooth material of the leggings felt good. She knew men found it arousing. She knew it made her ass look spectacular, too.</p><p>Peyton found it telling that Alan’s touch wasn’t anywhere near as strong and confident as Adam’s. There was something missing. She couldn’t quite identify it, but it felt like the thing that was always missing with Alan. There was just something about him that always failed to tap into her deepest desires, which is part of why he always failed to bring her to the sexual heights she craved.</p><p>Alan released her ass when the car pulled up and Peyton walked around to the driver’s side, tipped the valet, and sat behind the steering wheel. She liked that she was driving, that Alan was in the passenger seat. It felt symbolic of the evening and of the plans she had for Alan and their marriage.</p><p>The moment Peyton pulled away she said, “Feel my pussy, Alan. Put your hand in my pants and feel my pussy.”</p><p>Alan looked at her and hesitated for a moment before leaning over and slipping his hand under the waistband of her skintight leggings. He pressed his fingers against her pussy and said, “You’re soaked.”</p><p>“Do you know why, Alan?” she asked.</p><p>Peyton wasn’t expecting an answer, but she took the moan her husband emitted as a sign that he knew exactly why she was turned on.</p><p>“It wasn’t you that made me wet, Alan,” Peyton said. “It wasn’t the way you were groping my ass at the valet stand. I was wet long before all of that. It was the other men. It was the man that kissed me. It was the way he kissed me. It was the way he touched me. It was the way he made me feel so good. It was my desire for him that left me soaking wet.”</p><p>Alan played with her pussy, demonstrating one of the few sex acts he was quite skilled at. Even in the awkward position of leaning across the center console to finger her in the car he managed to work her clit exceptionally well.</p><p>“Do you want to make me cum, Alan?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” he said.</p><p>“I’m going to be thinking about him if you do,” Peyton said. “I’m going to be thinking about his hands on my ass and his tongue in my mouth. I’m going to be thinking about the bulge in his pants. I’m going to be thinking about how he made me want him, Alan. I’m going to be thinking about fucking him. If you make me cum I’m going to be thinking about fucking another man while I climax.”</p><p>Alan’s fingers didn’t stop moving.</p><p>“Say it, Alan,” Peyton demanded. “Say you want me to think about fucking him. Say you want it or I won’t let you make me cum.”</p><p>Alan unleashed a frustrated groan and Peyton smiled. She liked teasing him. She liked playing with him. She liked making him sacrifice for the small pleasure of getting her off.</p><p>“I…I want you to think about fucking him while you cum,” Alan said.</p><p>Peyton pulled up to a stop sign, closed her eyes, and unleashed a beautiful moan as pleasure rushed through her body.</p><p>“Do you want me to think about his big cock in my pussy?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Alan said.</p><p>Peyton checked to make sure there wasn’t a car behind them, released the steering wheel, and closed her eyes.</p><p>“I’m thinking about it, Alan. I’m thinking about fucking him,” Peyton said as she pictured Adam’s big cock sliding in and out of her. “I’m thinking about fucking him in our car. I’m thinking about fucking him in the back seat. I’m thinking about having dragged him out of the bar and into our car to fuck him while you waited.”</p><p>Peyton pictured it all. She pictured Adam sitting in their back seat with his cock pointing skywards. She pictured sitting on him. She pictured her pussy lips stretching out around his cock.</p><p>Then she climaxed. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” Peyton screamed. Alan gently rubbed her clit as she trembled while the pleasure ripped through her. It was a better orgasm than Alan had given her in a long time.</p><p>“That was amazing,” she said afterwards. “Thank you.”</p><p>Alan pulled his hand from her leggings and reached down to unzip his pants.</p><p>“What are you doing?” Peyton asked.</p><p>“You said you’d make me feel good,” he replied.</p><p>“I just did,” she shot back. “I let you make me cum, Alan. I let you make me cum while I told you how I wanted someone else to fuck me, which we both know turns you on. I made you feel good.”</p><p>“But…” he pleaded.</p><p>“I didn’t say I’d make you cum, Alan. I said I’d make you feel good and I followed through. Now you’re going to keep your cock in your pants and you’re not going to masturbate when we get home or it will be a very, very long time before I make you feel good again. Do you understand?” she asked.</p><p>Alan slumped in his seat and let his hands fall to his sides. “I understand,” he said, though the disappointment was obvious in his voice.</p><p>Peyton didn’t much care about that, though. Disappointment was going to be part of Alan’s life for a while as she trained him to be a perfect cuckold for her. She knew it turned him on, though. She knew that eventually he’d find his way to experiencing an entirely different and far more satisfying type of pleasure than he was used to. The road might be bumpy, but he was going to enjoy being a cuckold. She was going to make sure of it.</p>