<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=consulting%20the%20chh">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="74365538" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Mmmm, look at how hard you are,” Peyton said as she rolled over and admired the tent her husband’s erect cock had made in their soft white sheets.</p><p>“Yes, well, it’s been a while since I enjoyed the pleasure of an orgasm,” Alan replied.</p><p>Peyton smiled at the lack of frustration in her husband’s voice. It seemed that he’d willingly accepted that she was now in control of his orgasms and that whining or trying to make her feel guilty for denying him would likely result in continued denial.</p><p>Peyton cuddled up next to Alan and kissed his neck in the spot he loved. He moaned just like she was hoping he would.</p><p>“Do you want me to make you cum?” she whispered.</p><p>“I do,” Alan replied.</p><p>Peyton moved her hand under the bed sheet and down her husband’s torso. She lifted the waistband of his underwear and her fingers moved through his pubic hair to grasp his cock. She stroked him slowly and looked up to see a smile cross Alan’s face as he groaned.</p><p>“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” she asked.</p><p>“It’s perfect,” he answered. “It feels absolutely perfect.”</p><p>“I can make you feel good, can’t I?” Peyton asked.</p><p>She kissed Alan’s neck again, cutting off his answer as he moaned in a seemingly uncontrollable manner.</p><p>“There are so many ways I can make you feel good, aren’t there?” she whispered. “I can stroke your cock. I can suck your cock. I can take you in my pussy and milk your cock until you explode inside me.”</p><p>“Yes, you can,” Alan said.</p><p>Peyton hoped he was imagining each form of pleasure. She hoped he was thinking about how good it would feel to be inside her in that moment or how wondrous a blowjob would feel.</p><p>“How many ways can you make me feel good, Alan?” she asked.</p><p>He opened his eyes and Peyton looked up at her husband. “I’m not sure,” he said.</p><p>“Well, your mouth makes me feel good. Your tongue is quite talented,” Peyton explained as she pushed Alan’s underwear down and freed his cock. “Your fingers are quite lovely too.” She squeezed his cock just a little tighter than was pleasant and Alan groaned in response.</p><p>Peyton said nothing else as she resumed stroking her husband’s cock. She wanted to make it perfectly clear that Alan wasn’t able to fuck her like she desired. She wanted it in the forefront of his mind.</p><p>Alan was the one to fill the silence. “What about my cock?” he asked. “What about when I fuck you?”</p><p>Peyton smiled and leaned closer. She kissed her husband’s neck and gently sucked on his earlobe. She felt a shudder of pleasure move through his body and saw the goose bumps on his arms. His cock surged in her hand.</p><p>“What do you think?” she asked softly. “Do you think you make me feel good when you fuck me?”</p><p>Peyton saw her husband’s reluctance to answer the question and it made her smile. It meant that Alan knew the answer. It was right on the tip of his tongue. He just had to say it. He just had to admit it.</p><p>“Not as good as you want to feel,” Alan admitted.</p><p>“That’s right,” Peyton said. “You have many talents, but you’re not as talented between the sheets as I want you to be.”</p><p>Peyton collected the precum at the tip of her husband’s cock and stroked him a little faster, offering up an intense burst of pleasure that brought forth a beautiful moan.</p><p>“Do you think I deserve to have great sex, sweetheart?” Peyton asked.</p><p>Alan nodded.</p><p>She pulled back the sheets, exposing his stiff cock and his bare stomach and chest. “Will you say it for me?” Peyton asked as she kissed his chest. “I want to hear you say it.”</p><p>Peyton wanted Alan to hear himself say it. She wanted him to give voice to his sexual inadequacy to help clear the way for her plan to cuckold him.</p><p>“You deserve to have great sex,” Alan said.</p><p>“Do you give me great sex, Alan?” Peyton asked.</p><p>He shook his head.</p><p>Peyton kissed his chest and ran her fingers over the head of his cock. “Say it for me, sweetheart.”</p><p>“I don’t give you great sex,” Alan admitted.</p><p>“You don’t fuck me the way I need to be fucked,” she said. “Say it.”</p><p>“I don’t fuck you the way you need to be fucked,” Alan repeated.</p><p>Peyton released her husband’s cock and pulled her shirt off, revealing her perky naked breasts. She moved between Alan’s legs and laid on her stomach before taking him in her hand once more. She was about to put another piece of advice from The Handbook to use.</p><p><strong>The Handbook Says: Make Him Admit That You Deserve to Fuck Someone Else</strong></p><p>“You want your wife to have great sex, don’t you?” Peyton asked as she rubbed her thumb over the underside of Alan’s cock head.</p><p>“I do,” he admitted.</p><p>“But you can’t give me great sex,” she said. “This cock of yours isn’t quite big enough and you don’t quite fuck me well enough to make me feel what I need to feel. You can’t quite give me what I need, sweetheart.”</p><p>Peyton smiled at her husband before pressing her lips against the head of his stiff cock and giving it a kiss. She licked the underside with her soft tongue and elicited the kind of wild moan she was looking for. Alan was completely at her mercy. He was so desperate for an orgasm that he was ready to do whatever it took to have one.</p><p>“What can we do about that?” Peyton asked.</p><p>She extended her tongue and licked Alan’s cock from the base to the tip. He closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy the sensations of pleasure that were no doubt coursing through his body.</p><p>“I…I don’t know,” Alan said. “What about that big toy?”</p><p>Peyton kissed the head of his cock and replied, “My toy is nice, but it’s not the same as having a man between my legs. It’s not the same as kissing someone while he fucks me. It’s not the same as feeling his body on top of mine, as grabbing his ass, as listening to his beautiful grunts and groans while he fucks me to an orgasm. It’s just not the same.”</p><p>The look on Alan’s face told Peyton she was close to getting what she wanted. The words were on the tip of her husband’s tongue.</p><p>“Maybe…” he said before cutting himself off.</p><p>Peyton played with his balls and kissed the head of his cock again. “Go ahead. Say it.”</p><p>“Maybe…maybe someone else could give you what you need,” Alan said. “Like the guy at the bar.”</p><p>Peyton took Alan’s cock in her mouth and swallowed it. She buried her nose in his pubic hair and he unleashed a wild, wondrous groan of satisfaction. She felt him at the back of her throat and restrained her gag reflex to give him the reward he’d earned through that simple admission.</p><p>“Do you really think so?” Peyton asked as she released his cock from the grasp of her eager lips.</p><p>“If you think so,” Alan replied.</p><p>“Do you think that’s what I deserve?” she asked. “Do you think I deserve to have someone else fuck me so I can experience the satisfaction I crave?”</p><p>Alan hesitated so Peyton released his cock and stared at her husband. He looked at her with a wild, desperate kind of desire in his eyes.</p><p>“Yes, it’s what you deserve,” he said.</p><p>Peyton leaned closer and sucked on the head of Alan’s cock. A smile crossed his face as he closed his eyes. “That feels so good,” he said.</p><p>“I want to feel that kind of pleasure,” Peyton said. “Don’t I deserve that?”</p><p>“Yes. Yes, you do. You deserve that kind of pleasure,” Alan replied.</p><p>“Tell me why,” she said.</p><p>Peyton ran her thumb over the underside of his cock, applying gentle pressure and making Alan twitch with delight as she did.</p><p>“Tell me why I deserve that kind of pleasure,” she said. “Tell me why I don’t get to experience that kind of pleasure right now.”</p><p>“Because,” Alan began. “Because I can’t give you what you need. Because I don’t fuck you like you deserve.”</p><p>Peyton smiled and sat up. She pulled aside her panties and moved until her pussy hovered just above Alan’s cock. She reached down and rubbed the head over her plump, slippery lips.</p><p>“Does my pussy make you feel good, sweetheart?” she asked.</p><p>Alan nodded.</p><p>“Does your cock make me feel good?” she asked.</p><p>Alan shook his head.</p><p>“No, it doesn’t. Which means I’m giving you a beautiful gift every time I take you in my pussy. Do you understand that?” Peyton asked as she took the very tip of his cock inside her.</p><p>Alan groaned loudly and lustily as Peyton teased him with her pussy.</p><p>“Yes,” he said. “I understand. I do. I really do.”</p><p>Peyton smiled. Her husband was putty in her hands, which meant it was time to get him to take the next step.</p><p><strong>The Handbook Says: Make Him Beg to be Cuckolded</strong></p><p>Peyton took Alan’s cock inside her and slowly sat down on it as she watched the intense pleasure wash over her face.</p><p>“Does that feel good?” she said.</p><p>Alan nodded vigorously.</p><p>Peyton smiled and slowly moved her hips back and forth. She milked her husband’s stiff dick with her pussy and watched him enjoy being inside her after a fairly long period of denial.</p><p>She fell forward, kissed him passionately, and asked, “Do you want to cum inside me?”</p><p>“More than anything,” Alan answered.</p><p>“Do you deserve to cum inside me?” Peyton asked.</p><p>“No,” Alan said. Peyton wasn’t sure he believed it, but Alan knew what she wanted to hear. He was already playing his part as she’d defined it.</p><p>“I want something,” Peyton said. “If I’m going to let you cum inside me, I want something.”</p><p>“I’ll do anything,” Alan replied. “Anything. I swear. I just want to cum inside you. Your pussy feels so good.”</p><p>“I want you to tell me to cuckold you. I want you to tell me to fuck someone else. I want you to tell me to find another man to fuck,” Peyton said.</p><p>She saw the sense of resistance on his face. She saw Alan’s hesitation at going that far. She rode his cock a little in response. She drew him deeper into her web of pleasure to wash away any sense of resistance that might have cropped up.</p><p>“Beg me to cuckold you and I’ll give you a reward,” Peyton said as she leaned closer. She kissed his neck and slowly rode his cock. “It’s your destiny. You know it is. You know you liked watching me flirt at the hotel bar. You know you liked watching that man touch me. You know it turned you on. You know you were meant to be a cuckold. I just need to hear you beg for it. Plead with me. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck someone else and I’ll let you spill your load into my pussy.”</p><p>Peyton sat up and held still. The battle raging in Alan’s head played out on his face as he seemed to ricochet from pleasure to pain to resistance to pleasure once more.</p><p>“I want you to cuckold me,” he finally said.</p><p>“That’s not good enough, Alan. I need you to make me believe it. I need you to make me believe that you want to be a cuckold. I need you to make me believe that you think I deserve someone better.”</p><p>Alan groaned and Peyton hoped it was at the idea that he just wasn’t good enough for her.</p><p>“Please, Peyton, I want you to cuckold me. I want you to fuck someone else. I want you to find the pleasure you need with someone else. I want you to fuck another man!”</p><p>“Should I call Adam?” Peyton asked as she moved her hips back and forth, milking her husband’s cock. “Should I call the man I met at the hotel bar? Should I call him and tell him that my husband can’t fuck me worth a damn and that I need someone better to pound my warm, wet pussy?”</p><p>“Fuck…Peyton…yes, you should,” Alan said.</p><p>She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. Alan squeezed her flesh and played with her hard nipples just like she wanted him to.</p><p>“Should I tell him to book a hotel room so we can spend the night together? Should I tell him that my pussy needs a real man after so many years married to a husband that can’t fuck me worth a damn?” Peyton asked.</p><p>“Yes. Yes! Fuck…fuck!” Alan cried out.</p><p>Peyton smiled as her husband climaxed. She’d barely been moving her pussy over his cock but it was more than enough to get Alan off. It was a good orgasm, too. She could see it on his face. He was lost in a wonderful kind of pleasure. It turns out that a little denial and a little dirty talk were more than enough to drive him wild.</p><p>“I guess I’m going to cuckold you, then,” Peyton said as her mind turned towards the notion of cuckolding her husband.</p><p>The first step was to find a suitable man. Then the real fun could begin.</p>