<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="87003237" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Alan, would you come to the bedroom?” Peyton called out.</p><p>A few moments later she heard his footsteps in the hallway. Cuckolding might not have been purely pleasurable for Alan – Peyton was regularly humiliating him, after all – but she was confident she’d shown him a kind of pleasure he’d never imagined as she’d introduced him to the idea of being her cuckold.</p><p>“Oh, wow,” Alan said as he stared Peyton’s naked body. It was, of course, her intention to activate his desire and capture his attention the moment he walked in the room.</p><p>“I thought you might like to watch me put on lingerie for Scott,” Peyton explained. “I thought my cuckold husband would find it thrilling to see the kind of lingerie I wear for the man that actually fucks me like I deserve to be fucked.”</p><p>Peyton studied Alan’s face and watched him go through what she imagined was a fairly common reaction for a cuckold. First there was the resistance. It registered as a mildly unpleasant look, like he was contemplating spending a weekend with his mother-in-law. That was the part of Alan’s brain that believed he shouldn’t find humiliation so arousing. The resistance didn’t last very long. It seemed to get shorter with each subsequent cuckold-inspired orgasm Alan had, in fact.</p><p>Soon after the resistance, Alan’s undeniable lust took over. Peyton could see it in the way his lips curled into a smile, the way his eyes widened, and in the way his hands subtly moved towards his crotch, almost like he was instinctively trying to cover up the fact that he was aroused.</p><p>Peyton sat on the edge of their bed and picked up a stocking. She bunched it up in her fingers, slipped her foot into the soft material, and slowly pulled the nylon up her leg. Alan’s eyes followed her fingers as she looked up and smiled at him.</p><p>“I think you might enjoy watching even more if you were on your knees,” Peyton said.</p><p>She wasn’t going to demand it. She just wanted to see if he’d be willing to sink to his knees. He was, of course. Peyton knew her husband was enraptured with her and the idea of being a cuckold. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with it yet, but she’d taken her time in exposing him to the various elements of The Cuckold Humiliation Handbook and his resistance seemed to crumble a little more each day.</p><p>“Do you remember the last time I wore stockings for you?” Peyton asked.</p><p>“I don’t,” Alan replied.</p><p>Peyton didn’t either. She was quite certain it had been a long time, though. She enjoyed wearing stockings – there was something about them that made her feel sexy and a little bit powerful – but she’d never felt any particular desire to do so for Alan, not in recent years, at least. It felt different with Scott. Peyton wanted to look good for him. She wanted to inspire instant and hopefully overwhelming lust in him the moment he saw her. She wanted more of the sex they’d had the previous weekend. She wanted to get fucked like that again and she wanted to feel sexy while doing it.</p><p>Peyton pulled the other stocking onto her leg and stood up to make sure they were even. Alan watched from his knees and Peyton felt what she imagined dominant women feel when they look down at their submissives. Alan emanated desire, but it didn’t feel like a desire to fuck her. It felt like a desire to do as she wanted. Perhaps the steady dose of cuckold humiliation she’d served up had helped tease out his submissive side.</p><p>“Do you know how many times you’ve made me cum this week?” Peyton asked.</p><p>“I don’t,” Alan replied. “Though it has to be a big number.”</p><p>“Eleven times,” Peyton said. “You’ve made me cum eleven times this week.”</p><p>It was Alan’s seemingly unquenchable desire to go down on Peyton that had her feeling especially confident about his acceptance of being cuckolded. He would have gone down on her more often if she’d allowed it, too. He would have skipped work to make her cum with his tongue and fingers.</p><p>“How many times did you cum this week?” she asked.</p><p>“I didn’t,” he replied.</p><p>Peyton was well aware that withholding orgasms from her husband helped him accept his place as a cuckold. She didn’t want him to have a chance to feel any of the things that can plague a man when he’s trying something new, especially something that society tells him is against everything a man should desire.</p><p>Peyton stepped closer to her husband and reached out to run her fingers through his hair. He looked up at her but she could tell he wanted to stare at her pussy. He wanted to gaze upon the object of his affection. He probably wanted to make her cum again.</p><p>“You want to taste my pussy, don’t you?” she asked.</p><p>“I do,” Alan replied.</p><p>“Do you know why I’m not going to let you taste my pussy today?” Peyton asked as she ran her fingers down his cheek and under his chin.</p><p>“Because Scott’s fucking you today?” he asked.</p><p>“That’s right,” she said. “My pussy is his today. Do you know why it’s his?”</p><p>“Because he fucks you better than I do?” Alan answered.</p><p>“That’s right. He fucks me better than you ever have, in fact. You’re a wonderful husband in so many ways, Alan, but you’ve become a complete failure with regards to sex. I think we’ve discovered that your tongue is quite talented, but it just doesn’t compare to getting fucked by a man as skilled as Scott. That’s why you won’t taste my pussy today. That’s also why you’re going to thank Scott when he gets here,” Peyton explained.</p><p>A look of distress crossed Alan’s face as Peyton shared the little nugget she’d been holding back.</p><p>“What? Why?” he asked.</p><p><strong>The Handbook Says: Make Your Husband Thank Your Lover for Fucking You</strong></p><p>“Because Scott has stepped up and done what you’re not capable of doing. He’s provided your wife with the kind of satisfaction I’ve been yearning to experience for years. He provided me with multiple fantastically pleasurable orgasms last week and he’s going to do the same thing tonight. Where you failed, he succeeded. For that reason, you’re going to thank him,” Peyton explained.</p><p>She saw that merely considering doing so was humiliating to Alan. It pleased her immensely.</p><p>“Don’t you think I deserve great sex?” Peyton asked.</p><p>“I do,” Alan replied.</p><p>“Do you understand that you can’t provide me with great sex?” she asked.</p><p>Alan looked away for a moment and Peyton couldn’t help but smile as a sense of embarrassment registered on her husband’s face.</p><p>“Yes,” he said, though his voice was significantly quieter.</p><p>“Given that, aren’t you at least a little bit grateful to Scott for giving me what I need and what you, my husband, are completely incapable of providing me?” Peyton asked.</p><p>Alan looked away again but Peyton grabbed his chin and directed his gaze upwards at her. She didn’t want him running from the humiliation. She wanted him to feel it, to embrace it, to surrender to it.</p><p>“Yes, I guess I feel some kind of gratitude,” Alan admitted.</p><p>“Gratitude should be expressed,” Peyton explained, “Especially when it’s the sort of gratitude a husband who’s useless in bed feels towards the man that is now fucking his wife.”</p><p>Alan offered no response, though Peyton was quite certain she saw at least a little bit of lust in his eyes.</p><p>“You’ll thank him when he arrives,” she said. “Scott deserves to know how you feel. He deserves to know that my husband is exceptionally grateful for the service Scott’s providing and you’re going to make that clear. Do you understand?”</p><p>Alan nodded and Peyton stepped back. She spotted what she was quite certain was a bulge between his legs, confirming that Alan was indeed aroused.</p><p>“If you thank him in a way I find satisfactory I’ll make you cum after Scott leaves tomorrow,” Peyton said.</p><p>Surprise crossed Alan’s face before he said, “Tomorrow?”</p><p><strong>The Handbook Says: Make Your Husband Sleep in the Guest Room While Your Lover is in the Master Bedroom</strong></p><p>“Yes, darling. Scott will be spending the night in our bed and you’ll be in the guest room,” Peyton explained as she picked up the panties she’d selected for the evening.</p><p>“But…I…” Alan said before trailing off.</p><p>Peyton stepped into the panties and slowly pulled them up her legs. As she’d hoped, Alan’s eyes followed their path towards her pussy.</p><p>“I know it might seem like too much, but I’ve already spent the night with Scott. I’ve already slept in his arms. I’ve already woken up and fucked him before getting out of bed. I’ve already done everything I’m going to do tonight and tomorrow morning. The only difference is I’ll be doing it in our bed while you’re in the other room.”</p><p>Peyton picked up the lace bra that matched her panties and slowly put it on while Alan seemed to be engaging in an internal battle. His arousal was obvious and he couldn’t keep his eyes off her body, and yet he clearly wanted to argue with her about the merits of having Scott stay the night.</p><p>“If it helps, you don’t have a choice in the matter,” Peyton said. “Scott has already proven he’s a superior lover and it seems perfectly reasonable to me that the superior lover between the two of you should get to spend the night in our bed. It’s not as if he’s moving in. He’s simply spending the night. He and I are going to fuck as many times as we can manage, we’re going to fall asleep together, and in the morning he’s almost certainly going to fuck me again before going home. At some point after he leaves I’ll treat you to an orgasm as your reward for being a good cuckold husband.”</p><p>“What…what kind of orgasm?” Alan asked.</p><p>Peyton smiled at her husband’s predictable-but-lovely focus on his orgasm. “I haven’t decided yet. It will depend on how well-behaved you are tonight. If you can’t contain the emotions you’re going to feel as I share our bed with another man, it may be a remarkably quick orgasm. I could even ruin your orgasm. If, however, you decide to try and be the best cuckold possible, you might find that I treat you to the best orgasm of your life.”</p><p>That seemed to catch Alan’s attention as a smile slowly spread across his face. Peyton stepped into her high heels to complete her look and glanced at the clock. “Scott will be here in a few minutes. I’ll greet him and then I’ll let him know that there’s something you’d like to say. That’s when you’ll thank him. I expect I’ll take him to the bedroom after that. I’m already wet just thinking about him and my body’s not going to be okay with any delay before I get to have him inside me.”</p><p>“Okay,” Alan said.</p><p>Peyton extended her hand and helped Alan to his feet. She stepped closer and pressed her body against his before kissing his neck. Alan’s hands moved to her ass and Peyton let him squeeze it. He deserved a small reward for being better behaved than she’d expected. The fact that his cock reached a rock hard state in almost no time brought her no small pleasure, too. Peyton knew her husband’s willingness to be a cuckold hinged on his continued desire of the sexual rewards that came with it.</p><p>“Come,” Peyton said.</p><p>She took Alan’s hand and they left the bedroom together. She wanted to maintain contact for as long as possible to keep his mind focused on her and the pleasure that only she could provide as long as he was well-behaved.</p><p>Scott pulled into the driveway just a few moments after they reached the living room, bringing a smile to Peyton’s face. She liked a punctual man.</p><p>“Stay here,” she said. “And remember that Scott is going to spend his night giving me something you spent many years failing to give me. That’s why you’re grateful.”</p><p>“Of course,” Alan said.</p><p>Peyton turned and walked towards the front door, hoping very much that Alan was staring at her ass and admiring the way her hips swayed.</p><p>The door bell rang a moment before Peyton reached for the handle and welcomed Scott to their home. The mixture of joy and lust that crossed his face the moment he saw her in lingerie was everything Peyton was hoping for.</p><p>When he stepped into the house, took her into his arms and kissed her with the kind of passion she’d spent years yearning for, Peyton couldn’t help but think that they’d picked the right man to cuckold Alan with. She had no idea how long Scott would be in their lives, but there was no question he was the right man for the job at that moment.</p><p>“I missed you,” Scott said as his hands moved to her ass and confidently squeezed her flesh.</p><p>“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” Peyton said.</p><p>They kissed again and she felt Scott’s now-stiff cock press into her. A wave of overwhelming need moved through Peyton’s body and for a moment she forgot all about Alan. She fought off the urge to pull out Scott’s cock, drop to her knees, and take him into her mouth, choosing instead to step away, take his hand, and lead him towards the living room.</p><p>“Alan has something he’d like to say to you,” Peyton informed the man that would soon be inside her.</p><p>“Oh really?” Scott said.</p><p>“Don’t worry, you’ll like it,” she replied.</p><p>Alan looked nervous and a little uncomfortable as they stepped into the living room. “Scott,” he said. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” Alan extended his hand and Scott took it as they shared a quick handshake.</p><p>“It’s nice to meet you too,” Scott replied.</p><p>“So, uh, I…well, I wanted to thank you,” Alan began.</p><p>“Thank me? For what?”</p><p>Peyton smiled. She suspected Scott knew what was about to happen and he was going to have a little fun and make it just a bit more humiliating for Alan.</p><p>“For…for giving my wife the kind of sex she deserves,” Alan said. “I’ve…well, she’s made it clear that I’m not as capable in that area as I thought I was and I just want her to be happy, so I wanted to express my gratitude to you for…well, for showing her a kind of pleasure that I’m just not capable of showing her.”</p><p>“It’s my pleasure, Alan,” Scott replied. “It truly is. To be honest, there are few things I enjoy more than fucking a married woman that’s been with a, shall we say, disappointing husband for so many years that she’s forgotten what great sex feels like. To see the pleasure on your wife’s face when I fuck her to the kind of orgasm she hasn’t had in a long, long time, well, that feels better than I can describe.”</p><p>Peyton leaned into Scott and he put his arm around her while they both looked at Alan, who seemed to be utterly bathed in humiliation.</p><p>“I really am grateful,” Alan said. “It’s hard for me, of course, but Peyton deserves what you can give her. She really does. She deserves everything she wants in life, but there’s no reason she should have to limit herself to having bad sex for the rest of her life.”</p><p>“No, there isn’t, Alan,” Scott said as his hand moved down Peyton’s back until it found her ass. He gave it a good squeeze and she smiled before kissing his neck. “I’d like to thank you too. After all, if you weren’t willing to accept that you’re incapable of pleasing your wife, Peyton never would have come into my life. I wouldn’t have had the incredible sex I had last weekend and I wouldn’t get to spend the night in your bed, fucking your wife. So, truly, thank you, Alan. Thank you for being such a disappointment in bed and thank you for being willing to let another man make up for your shortcomings.”</p><p>Peyton’s sense of arousal at listening to Scott humiliate Alan caught her off guard. She hadn’t expected to find it so hot to see someone else help Alan accept his place as a cuckold, but there was no denying the intense sensations between her legs.</p><p>“I can’t wait any longer,” she said. “I need you to fuck me.”</p><p>“It would be my pleasure,” Scott said.</p><p>Peyton turned to her husband. “Alan, you can listen all you’d like, but I don’t want you touching yourself and I don’t want you trying to sneak a peek by opening the bedroom door. Tonight, it’s not your bedroom. Tonight it’s my bedroom and I’ve invited Scott to spend the night pleasuring me because you’ve failed to do so on so many occasions. Do you understand?”</p><p>“I do,” Alan said.</p><p>Peyton kissed Scott with the kind of fervor a woman experiences when she’s out of her mind with desire. She did it in front of Alan because she wanted him to get a small taste of her feelings for another man. She wanted Alan to see that her desire was real and that Scott made her feel things that he didn’t, that he couldn’t, that he never had.</p><p>“Come,” Peyton said as she took Scott’s hand. “I want to suck your cock.”</p><p>The comment was for both of them. Every man wants to hear a woman utter such filthy words and Peyton happened to feel a rather potent desire to do that very thing. She wanted Alan to hear her say it, too, because she wanted him to picture her on her knees in front of Scott. She wanted it to be the first thing he thought about as she took Scott into the bedroom and closed the door. She wanted to trigger his cuckold desires and keep them going all night long as he listened to her fuck another man in their bed.</p>