<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="92467730" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Thank you for driving us,” Peyton said from the backseat. “It makes this feel kind of special, like we have a valet for the day.”</p><p>Alan glanced in the rearview mirror and said, “You’re welcome.”</p><p>Peyton wasn’t sure her husband was excited about acting as a driver for her and Scott, but he hadn’t put up a fight when she suggested it. The fact that he’d gone a week without an orgasm probably contributed to his willingness to play along and Peyton suspected Alan found pleasure in the idea of his wife spending quality time with the man that now served her sexual needs.</p><p>“Is there a particular kind of lingerie you like on a woman?” Peyton asked Scott as she reached out and took his hand.</p><p>He turned to her and smiled, and why wouldn’t he? They were headed to La Perla, home of some of the most expensive lingerie in the world and they were going shopping with the intention of buying a handful of sexy items for Peyton to wear for Scott.</p><p>“I like bodysuits,” Scott answered. “Especially the ones that feel soft to the touch. I like how they enhance a woman’s femininity. You can’t go wrong with a bra, panty, and stockings set, either, particularly if you include a garter belt.”</p><p>Peyton moved her hand to Scott’s knee and slowly made her way towards his crotch as she imagined modeling a bodysuit for him. She wanted to inspire that look of desire that always made her wet. She liked making Scott want her desperately, in no small part because it always made the sex better. The fact that it served to reinforce Alan’s place as her cuckold was a nice side benefit.</p><p>“Alan, have I ever worn La Perla lingerie for you?” Peyton asked as her hand moved between Scott’s legs.</p><p>“No, you haven’t,” he replied from the front seat.</p><p>Peyton smiled at Scott and massaged his cock through his jeans. “Why do you think that is?”</p><p>Alan slowed to a stop as Peyton unbuckled her seat belt and slid closer to Scott. Her hand remained between his legs and she brought his cock to a full erection.</p><p>“Because I’ve never given you the kind of pleasure Scott gives you,” Alan replied from the front seat.</p><p>Peyton smiled at her lover and said, “That’s right. Not once have you fucked me as well as Scott fucks me each and every time he’s inside me. Not once have you made me cum as hard as he makes me cum each and every time he fucks me. Not once have you given me the pleasure he gives me each and every time I’m with him.”</p><p>Scott leaned closer and Peyton kissed him as Alan moved past the stop sign and continued towards their destination. As her lover’s tongue entered her mouth, Peyton wondered if her husband was having any difficulty keeping his eyes on the road. Alan was, after all, a cuckold, and despite the angst that came with that, he was deeply aroused by the idea of his wife being with another man.</p><p>“Scott deserves to be with a woman that wants to look her best for him,” Peyton said as she looked towards the front seat once more. “He deserves to see me in the most beautiful lingerie in the world. You’ve never deserved that, Alan. That’s why you’re going to be our driver today. That’s why you’re going to carry my bags. That’s why you’re going to be our valet today.”</p><p>Peyton felt an unexpected kind of thrill as she thought of executing yet another idea from the Cuckold Humiliation Handbook.</p><p><strong>The Handbook Says: Go Shopping with Your Lover and Have Your Cuckold Act as Your Valet</strong></p><p>What thrilled her most was that Alan hadn’t put up a fight. He’d happily gone along with it. Peyton had detected and unmistakable sense of excitement when she’d informed him of her plans for the day.</p><p>“Do you understand your place today, Alan?” she asked.</p><p>“I do,” he replied.</p><p>The car stopped at a red light and Peyton kissed Scott again. She knew Alan wouldn’t be able to resist looking, whether in the rearview mirror or by turning his head for a close up view of his wife kissing another man. Peyton turned up the heat by vigorously playing with Scott’s cock through his pants. She wanted him excited, too, after all.</p><p>“You like watching, don’t you?” Peyton asked as the car started moving again.</p><p>“I do,” Alan admitted.</p><p>“You like that I’ve made you a cuckold, don’t you?” she asked as her fingers moved over the bulge in Scott’s pants.</p><p>Alan’s voice cracked a little as he said, “I do.”</p><p>Peyton smiled. It must have been a little painful for him to admit that. She liked that he was willing to own his desire, though. He was a good cuckold in that way.</p><p>“We’re here,” Alan said as he pulled into the parking lot.</p><p>Peyton smiled and gave Scott a soft kiss on the cheek. “I can’t tell you how excited I am to find lingerie to wear for you.”</p><p>“I bet I’m even more excited,” Scott said. “I already want to fuck you. I can’t imagine how I’m going to feel after you tease me by showing off that beautiful body of yours in the world’s sexiest lingerie.”</p><p>Peyton unbuckled Scott’s seatbelt and opened the door. He slid out, adjusted his bulge, and she followed. They held hands and headed into the store as Alan brought up the rear.</p><p>“Alan,” Peyton said as they entered the store, “I’d like you to pick out three bodysuits for me to try on. Don’t think of yourself when picking them, though. Think of what a man like Scott would want to see on me. Think of how I’d want to look for the man that provides me with the kind of sexual satisfaction you have always failed to offer. Can you do that for me?”</p><p>Peyton watched a mixture of humiliation and arousal wash over her husband’s face. For just a few moments an internal battle played out externally. Scott’s hand moved to her waist and he pulled her close, asserting a level of ownership that she found thrilling as they both looked at Alan.</p><p>“Of course,” Alan answered. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity.”</p><p>Peyton smiled and her husband walked towards the bodysuits. She watched him confer with a tall blonde sales associate that looked very much like a supermodel. The girl looked over at Peyton and Scott, flashed a knowing smile, and led Alan towards the lingerie he would be choosing from.</p><p>“How did you know he’d be into cuckolding?” Scott asked as they both watched Alan look through the surprising number of options.</p><p>“I didn’t, really,” Peyton said. “I hoped he would be. He’s a wonderful husband, but he really is lacking in the bedroom and I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I couldn’t spend the rest of my life unsatisfied, which meant there were only two choices. Thankfully, Alan responded almost immediately to the idea of me being with another man. It turns out he and I might be perfect for each other.”</p><p>“Really?” Scott asked.</p><p>Peyton looked up at him and smiled. “He finds humiliation intoxicating. He finds it painful, too, but it always turns him on. His orgasms are more satisfying than they’ve ever been, and so are mine. We both win. He’s embarking on a lifestyle he probably never imagined, but he’s enjoying himself and it means that he gets to stay married to me.”</p><p>“Would you really have left him?” Scott asked.</p><p>Peyton nodded. “There was a time when I didn’t think that was the case, but after years of deep frustration with our sex life I’d grown desperate. I reached a place where I couldn’t stomach the idea of spending decades feeling unsatisfied. No one should have to accept that as their reality. I decided to make a change. Thankfully, Alan was willing to go along with it.”</p><p>“Here he comes,” Scott said.</p><p>Alan was on his way towards them with a trio of bodysuits over his outstretched arm. “I think these will look incredible on you,” he said.</p><p>“I should try them on, then,” Peyton replied. She took Scott’s hand and led him towards the fitting rooms as Alan followed a few steps behind. “Scott, why don’t you wait here? I think it might be more fun if you don’t see me in the lingerie until you can have me in it.”</p><p>“I think you’re right,” Scott said as he sat on the elegant, comfortable-looking couch just outside the fitting rooms.</p><p>“Alan, I’d like you to come into the fitting room with me. I’d like you to see the lingerie that you’ll never get to have me in. I’d like you to see the body that you no longer get to enjoy as you desire,” Peyton said.</p><p>Again that look of humiliation and arousal crossed Alan’s face. He nodded and followed as Peyton stepped into the fitting area and into one of the spacious rooms.</p><p>“Sit,” she said.</p><p>Alan sat on the padded bench and Peyton stepped closer and removed her clothes. She watched as Alan’s eyes roamed over her body. He spent a great deal of time staring at her breasts before his eyes moved between her legs and remained fixed on the area he hadn’t entered in quite some time.</p><p>“Do you want me, Alan?” Peyton asked.</p><p>He looked up at her and nodded.</p><p>Peyton reached out and slowly caressed her husband’s face. He closed his eyes and let out a quiet moan. “Do you understand that you don’t get to have me?”</p><p>“I do,” he answered.</p><p>Peyton stepped closer and said, “Kiss me.”</p><p>Alan’s lips found the skin just above her belly button and he planted a handful of soft kisses as Peyton ran her fingers through his hair and over the back of his neck.</p><p>Peyton stepped back and said, “Get on your knees.”</p><p>Alan slid off the bench and onto his knees. She put a hand on the top of his head and applied gentle pressure before saying, “Kiss me between my legs. Taste me. Use your tongue to turn me on.”</p><p>Alan kissed Peyton’s pussy and pressed his tongue between her labia. She turned and looked in the mirror. Alan looked like an extension of her body, like his existence emanated from her pussy. It felt fitting of his status as her cuckold. It was where he belonged. It made Peyton feel powerful, like she had total control over her husband. Before long the excitement and the pleasure Alan’s tongue offered had her on the verge of an orgasm.</p><p>Peyton stepped back, denying herself the pleasure of a climax. She wanted to save her desire for Scott. She wanted his cock to be responsible for her orgasm.</p><p>“Thank you,” Alan said. “For letting me kiss you like that. Thank you.”</p><p>There was genuine gratitude in his eyes and joy in his smile. “You’re welcome,” Peyton replied. “Now hand me the first bodysuit.”</p><p>Alan remained on his knees and offered up a pink bodysuit. Peyton took it from her husband and stepped into the delicate item. The fabric was soft and thin and it fit her perfectly. Peyton ran her hands over her body and imagined Scott’s reaction to the bodysuit. The feminine color and material would please him and Peyton was quite certain he’d enjoy the way the semi-sheer lace showed off her nipples.</p><p>“This is perfect,” she said. “You made a wonderful choice.”</p><p>“The sales associate was very helpful,” Alan replied from his knees. “She said the color was perfect for you.”</p><p>Peyton turned to her husband. “Did you tell her why another man had his arm around me as you were shopping for lingerie?”</p><p>Alan nodded.</p><p>“What did she say?” Peyton asked.</p><p>“She said I was a good husband for putting my wife’s happiness above my own,” Alan answered. “She said you were a lucky woman to be married to a man like me.”</p><p>Peyton felt an overwhelming sense of love for Alan in that moment. She was a lucky woman. After all, she got to have a great husband she’d be with forever, and now that he was a cuckold, her life would never be absent the sexual satisfaction she craved. For a moment Peyton considered letting Alan make her cum as a reward, but she decided against it. Instead, she resolved to reward him with an orgasm after she and Scott had fucked.</p><p>“I am a lucky woman,” Peyton said. “And I am grateful for your willingness to be a cuckold.”</p><p>“I know,” Alan said.</p><p>Peyton ran her hands over her body and watched as Alan’s eyes went wide. “Think of his hands on my body,” she said. “Think of Scott touching me like this. Think of him touching your wife’s breasts in this beautiful pink lace. Think of his fingers between my legs. Think of him playing with my pussy through this beautiful, soft pink fabric. Think of him making me feel so good as he touches me. Think of how badly I want him, Alan. Think of Scott fucking me in this lingerie. Think of his cock sliding in and out of the pussy you crave so badly. Think of him making me moan as I wrap my legs around him.”</p><p>Peyton watched Alan lose himself in the fantasy. His eyes glazed over and his mouth parted, though no sounds came out. It was as if he was engaged in a session of mental masturbation and had retreated into his imagination to do so.</p><p>“Would you like to watch tonight, Alan?” Peyton asked. “Would you like to watch Scott fuck me? Would you like to watch him fuck your wife?”</p><p>Alan nodded vigorously. “Yes, please.”</p><p>His hand moved between his legs. He grasped what must have been his cock through his pants and Peyton bent over and said, “Don’t you dare touch yourself. Not without permission. You know the rules. I control your orgasms. I decide when you get to cum. Do you understand?”</p><p>Alan released his cock and his hand fell to his side. “I understand,” he said. “I’m sorry.”</p><p>Peyton smiled. “It’s okay. I know you can’t help it sometimes. I know you get turned on thinking about Scott fucking me. I know how much you’re going to enjoy watching. It’s perfectly reasonable that you’d want to masturbate thinking about all of that.”</p><p>Alan seemed relieved; like he’d been a little worried Peyton would deny him the chance to watch.</p><p>Peyton slowly stripped from the bodysuit and gently placed it on the bench behind Alan. She looked down and watched as his eyes wandered over her naked body once more. He looked so sweet and desperate that she couldn’t help but give him a little treat.</p><p>Peyton stepped closer and pulled Alan’s head between her legs. “Taste me,” she said. “Eat my pussy. Make me feel good.”</p><p>Alan put his tongue to work without hesitation. Peyton reached down and held his head in both hands. She moved her hips, rubbing her clit over his lips and tongue. She bit her lower lip to prevent a loud moan from escaping. The moment her thighs began to tremble Peyton stepped away, again denying herself an orgasm. Alan looked disappointed, as she knew he would.</p><p>“You can make me cum later,” she said. “After Scott’s enjoyed my body.”</p><p>“Thank you,” Alan replied. “I’d like that very much.”</p><p>“Pass me the second bodysuit,” she said. “We have so much more shopping to do.”</p><p>Alan handed her a black lace bodysuit and Peyton stepped into it. She turned to the mirror and smiled at how good it looked on her. Again she felt a great sense of excitement at the idea of Scott seeing her in it. Peyton smiled at the pleasures that awaited her. She was in no hurry to get home, though. There was still plenty of lingerie to try on, after all.</p>