<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="94939728" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“I want you to be honest with me,” Peyton said as she reached across the table and took Alan’s hands in hers. “How are you feeling about the changes I’ve made to our life?”</p><p>“Good,” Alan said. “Overall, at least. There are certainly times when it’s frustrating, but I feel like I’m actually happier than I was a few months ago.”</p><p>Peyton held back on her follow up as the waitress came by and dropped off their drinks. “Your food should be ready soon,” she said.</p><p>Peyton nodded and watched the pretty girl walk away before turning back to her husband. “I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but I want you to know that you can be honest with me. I believe the changes I’ve made have led to far greater satisfaction for both of us, but my judgment could certainly be clouded by my selfish desire. After all, I was the one who was truly unsatisfied by our sex life prior to the changes.”</p><p>Alan looked a little embarrassed, as he should have been. Peyton had cuckolded him because he’d spent years disappointing her in bed, leaving only two options: Divorce or cuckolding. Peyton chose to take a lover and Alan’s transition to being the perfect supportive cuckold husband was ongoing.</p><p>“I’m being honest,” Alan said. “I really am. It’s different than it was, of course, but I am actually happier. I feel more connected to you. I feel like we spend more time together, and while our intimacy is much different than it used to be, I actually feel like we spend a lot more intimate time together now than we used to.”</p><p>“Is there any part of your cuckolding that you find especially difficult?” Peyton asked.</p><p>“I’d like to orgasm more often,” Alan answered, “but I suspect every husband in my position feels the same way. Sometimes it’s hard to admit that I’m not capable of giving you everything you need – sometimes it’s really hard, in fact – but I also know that it’s true. I was living in a form of blissful ignorance before and coming out of that is hard sometimes.”</p><p>“Is it worth it?” Peyton asked.</p><p>Alan smiled. “Do you remember the last time you let me watch?”</p><p>Peyton nodded.</p><p>“There was this moment a few minutes into it. You were in missionary. This look of, well, I guess I’d called it total bliss came over your face. As I watched I realized that I had never made you look that way. Never in our lives had I made you experience that kind of bliss, at least sexually speaking. That obviously could have been a really destructive moment for me, but it wasn’t. Instead it was just really hot for me. I had to stop stroking or I would have cum. That’s how arousing it was. It was just so beautiful to see you like that, and I definitely didn’t feel that way when we first started. Now I do, though, and to me that means it’s worth the stuff that’s more difficult,” Alan explained.</p><p>“It means a lot to me that you’re willing to go on this journey, Alan,” Peyton said. “It means the world to me, honestly. It shows just how much you love me. I know that most men would have refused to put my needs above their own, but you didn’t. Your embraced the idea of making me happy. You embraced that it might lead to some difficulties for you. You even embraced that it could lead to great pleasure for you, which I’m so grateful for.”</p><p>Peyton slipped her foot out of her heel and let her toes wander between Alan’s legs. His eyes went wide as she massaged his cock through his slacks. He responded rather quickly, growing erect as Peyton sipped her drink and smiled.</p><p>“Are you willing to continue on this journey?” Peyton asked.</p><p>Alan nodded as she watched the pleasure happening between his legs play out on his face.</p><p>“You like being a cuckold, don’t you?” she asked. “You like that your wife had to take a lover because you’re such a disappointment in bed, don’t you?”</p><p>“Yes,” Alan said.</p><p>“I want you to think about it right now,” Peyton said. “Think about that look on my face from the last time you watched. Think about how good I must have felt to look like that. Think about how good Scott’s cock must have felt inside me. Think about how good he made me feel and how you have never in your life made a woman feel that way. You’ve never approached making a woman feel that way.”</p><p>Alan gripped the edge of the table as Peyton played with his fully-erect cock under the table. She delighted in teasing him, though what thrilled her the most was the sense that Alan’s enjoyment of his cuckolding was genuine. He liked that she craved Scott’s cock instead of his. He liked that she had a lover that serviced her needs in a way Alan had never been able to.</p><p>“Look who’s here,” Peyton said as she looked towards the door. Scott was walking towards their booth. She continued her foot play under the table, massaging her husband’s cock as he watched her lover stroll through the restaurant with a confident smile on his face.</p><p>“Hey, babe,” Scott said as he slid into the booth. He leaned in for a kiss and Peyton reached up to caress his face as their lips met and their tongues danced. She moaned as Scott’s hand moved under the table and caressed her thigh. His fingers moved in slow, small circles as Scott lifted her dress and probed towards her panties.</p><p>“I missed you,” Peyton said as their lips finally parted. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”</p><p>Scott smiled. “I missed you too. I’m hooked on you and a week feels like too long to go without you.”</p><p>“Maybe you should take me with you for your next business trip,” Peyton said.</p><p>“I can’t think of anything better,” Scott replied before kissing her again.</p><p>Peyton enjoyed teasing her husband, but nothing ignited her desire quite like being with Scott. All it took was a kiss and her body came alive as memories of the pleasures he’d provided left her humming with a deep need to have him inside her.</p><p>“Alan and I were just talking about how much he enjoys being a cuckold,” Peyton said.</p><p>Scott looked across the table and offered a confident smile. “Is that right?” he asked. “What is it you like about it, Alan?”</p><p>“I like to see my wife experience the pleasure she deserves,” Alan answered. “I like that you can give her what I can’t. Peyton is an incredible woman and she deserves the absolute best.”</p><p>“Yes, she does,” Scott said as his fingers found their way into Peyton’s panties. “Your wife is responsible for the best orgasms of my life, if I’m being honest. Fucking her is a pleasure I can’t get enough of, though I’ll admit that you being a cuckold is part of it. It turns out there’s nothing quite like giving a married woman the orgasms her husband can’t. It’s a potent aphrodisiac, Alan, and it’s one that your inadequacies led to.”</p><p>Peyton moaned as Scott played with her clit and sent waves of arousal emanating out from between her legs. “Isn’t that nice?” she asked her husband while continuing to pleasure him with her foot. “You being a disappointment in bed means that Scott and I get to have the best sex of our lives. You’re helping two people by being inadequate.”</p><p>Peyton spotted the waitress coming over with their food and pulled her foot from between Alan’s legs. Scott pulled his hand from her panties and smiled as the pretty young lady placed two plates on the table.</p><p>She smiled at Scott and said, “I didn’t know someone else was joining you. Can I get you anything, sir?”</p><p>“If it’s alright I’ll just have a little of what she’s having,” Scott said. “Plus a beer.”</p><p>“Of course, I’ll be right back with another set of silverware,” the waitress said.</p><p>Peyton smiled as she thought of a piece of advice from the Handbook. It seemed like an opportune time to put it to use.</p><p><strong>The Handbook Says: Make Your Husband Beg Your Lover to Fuck You</strong></p><p>“Alan, darling, I’d like Scott to come home with us tonight. I’d like him to spend the night in our bed so I can satisfy my desire for him after a week without being able to enjoy the pleasure of his cock. I want you to ask him, though,” Peyton said.</p><p>Alan looked up from his food and smiled at her. He looked at Scott and said, “Scott, would you spend the night with my wife?”</p><p>“Oh, darling, I’m afraid that’s not quite good enough,” Peyton said before Scott could reply. “I need you to convince him. I need you to beg him to spend the night in our bed. Beg him to take your place. Beg him to make up for your overwhelming shortcomings.”</p><p>Alan put his fork down and took a deep breath. His lips curled into a slight smile as he stared across the table at Peyton before turning his attention to Scott.</p><p>“Scott, please come home with us. Please spend the night in our bed. Please fuck my wife like she deserves. Please make up for my overwhelming sexual shortcomings and give Peyton the pleasure she deserves,” Alan said.</p><p>“I’m not sure that’s good enough,” Scott replied. The waitress dropped off the extra set of silverware and Scott unwrapped it, grabbed a fork, and plucked a bite of chicken from Peyton’s plate. “I love fucking your wife, cuckold, but she’s made it clear that you need to convince me. You need to beg me, and that didn’t sound like begging.”</p><p>Peyton’s foot made its way between Alan’s legs once more. Her toes found the wet spot his precum had created and she massaged it, bringing his cock back to life with ease. “Don’t you want to watch Scott fuck me? Don’t you want to watch his big cock fill your wife’s pussy? Don’t you want to listen to me moan as he makes me feel better than you ever have? Don’t you want me to cuckold you, Alan?”</p><p>“Yes,” Alan said. “I want that, I do.”</p><p>“Then beg him,” Peyton said.</p><p>“Scott, please, Peyton deserves to feel good. She deserves to have great sex and I can’t give it to her. I can’t. I’m not capable of it. I’m useless in bed. My tongue is all I have to offer and it doesn’t compare to your cock. Please, spend the night in our bed with my wife. Give Peyton what she craves and what she deserves. Fuck her in our bed. Fuck her like she needs. Fuck her all night if that’s what it takes. I don’t care. I just want you to make her feel good. I need you to make her feel good,” Alan said.</p><p>Scott turned to Peyton and said, “That sounded like begging. What do you think?”</p><p>“I think I’m getting fucked after dinner,” Peyton said.</p><p>She kept her foot between Alan’s legs and massaged his cock throughout dinner. She wanted him out of his mind with desire by the time they got home. She wanted him to be desperate to see Scott fuck her, for that would make her plans for the evening more exciting.</p><p>“Look at how hard you are,” Peyton said as she glanced between her husband’s legs. “What is it you want, Alan? What would make you happy right now?”</p><p>Alan looked at Scott, who was naked on their couch with his impressive, condom-wrapped erection pointing skywards, and said, “I want you to have the sex you crave. I want you to cum like you deserve to cum. I want you and Scott to fuck.”</p><p>“While you watch, right?” Peyton asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Alan said. “I want to watch. I desperately want to watch. I want to see him satisfy you. I want to see another man make my wife cum.”</p><p>Peyton reached out and ran her fingers through the drop of precum at the tip of her husband’s cock. She used the lubrication to tease the underside of his dick, eliciting a quiet moan. She leaned closer and kissed Alan’s neck while wrapping her fingers around his cock and slowly stroking him.</p><p>“I’m going to fuck him,” Peyton whispered. “I’m going to give him my body. He’s going to give me his cock. He’s going to fuck me better than you have ever fucked me. He’s going to fuck me better than you’ve ever dreamed of fucking me.”</p><p>Alan closed his eyes and moaned the way a man does when he’s close to cumming.</p><p>“I’m going to cuckold you. I’m going to claim the pleasure I deserve and you’re going to watch. You’re going to get on your knees and watch like a good cuckold does. You’re going to watch my face. You’re going to watch my body. You’re going to witness my pleasure and you’re going to understand why you’re a cuckold and why Scott is now the man responsible for my sexual satisfaction,” Peyton continued.</p><p>She kissed his neck again. She sucked on it a little and Alan seemed like he might lose his balance as she drove him right to the edge of his climax. Peyton smiled as she prepared to drop a little nugget that Alan was sure to find distressing.</p><p><strong>The Handbook Says: Make Your Husband Watch without Being Able to Masturbate</strong></p><p>“I’m going to fuck him. You’re going to watch. You’re going to enjoy watching him fuck me, too. But, you’re not going to touch yourself as you do. You’re not going to enjoy the pleasure that you usually claim while Scott fucks me. You’re not going to jerk off. You’re not going to stroke this disappointing dick of yours. You’re going to rest on your knees and watch him fuck me without touching yourself,” Peyton said.</p><p>“Peyton, no, please,” Alan said.</p><p>“What? Is that disappointing, darling? Would you rather stroke this little dick of yours while Scott fucked me? Would you enjoy that more?” she asked.</p><p>Alan looked distressed. “Yes, I would. That’s what I want.”</p><p>“A cuckold doesn’t always get what he wants,” Peyton said. “Sometimes a cuckold has to suffer. It shouldn’t be all pleasure for you. Sometimes you should feel agony. That’s what happens when you’re a disappointment to your wife. You don’t always get the good things in life. Sometimes you have to watch me get fucked while your cock is so hard it hurts. Sometimes you have to keep your hands away from it. Sometimes you have to recognize that being almost completely worthless in bed means that you don’t always get to claim the pleasure you crave. Do you understand?”</p><p>Alan was clearly frustrated, but Peyton could see that he wasn’t going to fight her. “I understand,” he said.</p><p>“Good. Now get on your knees,” she demanded.</p><p>Alan fell to his knees.</p><p>“Keep your hands behind your back. If I see you touch your cock I will punish you, do you understand?” Peyton said.</p><p>Alan’s frustration played out on his face, but he acquiesced. “Yes, I understand.”</p><p>Peyton smiled and turned to Scott. She fell to her knees in front him and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Peyton leaned forward and kissed the head. “I love your cock,” she said before working her tongue over his stiff flesh, eliciting a moan.</p><p>“Did you ever love his cock?” Scott asked.</p><p>“No,” Peyton said. “I love him, but I’ve never loved his cock. Yours, though, yours is perfect.” Peyton took him in her mouth and Scott moaned. She sucked slowly, keeping just the head in her mouth and pleasuring him with her tongue as she maintained eye contact. The lust on Scott’s face thrilled her. It meant he was going to fuck her with the vigor she needed.</p><p>Peyton reached back and played with her pussy as she blew her lover. She knew Alan could see her fingers moving over her labia and into the wetness inside her. She hoped he was watching and feeling desire for something she was never going to let him have. She wanted to deepen his desire, to tease him relentlessly, to make him mad with lust before she let Scott inside her and cuckolded Alan yet again.</p><p>After sucking Scott’s cock for far longer than usual, Peyton stood up and spun around. Scott reached up and pulled her into his lap. Peyton wrapped her fingers around his cock and slapped it against her pussy as she stared into Alan’s eyes.</p><p>“Do you want to see his cock inside me?” she asked. “Do you want to see my tight pussy stretched around his big cock?”</p><p>Alan nodded. “Yes, please. Take him inside you. Give your pussy what it craves.”</p><p>Peyton smiled, lifted her hips, and took Scott’s cock into her pussy. He moaned and she did the same as he filled her. She experienced the bliss of being stretched by his big cock after a week without it and she couldn’t help but close her eyes and smile at the sheer joy the feeling produced.</p><p>Scott reached up and took Peyton’s breasts in his hands as she slowly rode him. She milked his cock with her pussy and she reveled in his moans. He’d been a week without her and it seemed that he too was feeling that sense of desperation. She liked teasing him a little, especially since she was teasing Alan at the same time.</p><p>“You’re the only one not experiencing any pleasure,” Peyton said to her husband. “Scott gets to be in my pussy. I get to feel his perfect cock inside me. You get to sit there and watch like a fucking cuckold should.”</p><p>It looked like Alan was putting genuine effort into restraining himself. His arms were taut as if he was holding them in place behind his back. His face was red and his cock was still hard as a rock. He’d been a week without an orgasm – Peyton had decided if she didn’t get to enjoy Scott’s cock then her cuckold shouldn’t be cumming – and he seemed to be feeling every bit of it.</p><p>“His cock feels so good inside me,” Peyton said. “His hands feel so good on my tits. He’s every bit the man I need. He’s everything you’re not.”</p><p>Alan’s agony seemed to deepen and it turned Peyton on. She loved being able to see her husband as another man fucked her. It was a special form of intimacy that involved her pleasure and, in this case, his agony.</p><p>“Come closer,” Peyton said.</p><p>Alan crawled closer until he was just a few feet away. His eyes were fixed between her legs. He had a beautiful view of her pussy swallowing Scott’s cock. He seemed utterly entranced by it.</p><p>“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked.</p><p>Alan looked up at her and nodded. “Yes. Peyton, please, can I masturbate?”</p><p>Peyton smiled and for a moment Alan looked hopeful, like her smile meant she was going to grant him permission. It delighted her, but only because he had no plans on letting him masturbate. “No, you may not,” she said. “You’ll do as you’re told. You’ll watch him fuck me for as long as I want you to watch. You’ll suffer the agony of not being able to touch yourself and pursue your satisfaction. You’ll be a good cuckold and you won’t complain about it or ask me to masturbate again. Is that clear?”</p><p>Alan nodded and his eyes moved back between her legs as Peyton rode Scott’s cock. She found almost as much pleasure in watching her husband’s face as she did in getting fucked. It was astounding.</p><p>Eventually, Peyton wanted to cum. She lifted her pussy from Scott’s cock and spun around. She sat down on him and moved her hips back and forth. Scott sucked on her nipples as she ground her clit into his crotch and milked his cock with her pussy at the same time. She heard Alan moan and she hoped it was because of an entirely new and beautiful way to admire the sight of another man’s cock in his wife’s pussy.</p><p>“You fuck me so good,” Peyton said. Scott looked up and smiled. She kissed him and rode his cock harder and faster. “You’re gonna make me cum. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”</p><p>Peyton threw her head back and Scott took one of her nipples into his mouth. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it as he grabbed her ass. He gave it a good squeeze and helped her ride his cock. Her clit dragged over his pelvis and every little movement felt like an explosion of pleasure. Her legs started to twitch and she felt her toes curl.</p><p>“Fuuuck!” she cried out. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”</p><p>Peyton fell forward and Scott wrapped his arms around her as she climaxed on his cock. It was the kind of orgasm that made it damn near impossible to control her body, which made his strong arms feel even better around her.</p><p>“You are the most incredible man,” she whispered.</p><p>“You deserve to be with an incredible man,” Scott replied.</p><p>“And you deserve an orgasm,” Peyton said. “Let’s go to the bedroom. You can have me any way you want me.” Peyton lifted her pussy off his cock, stepped back, and turned to her husband. “You’re staying here, and don’t you dare touch your dick.”</p><p>Alan nodded and Peyton took Scott’s hand and led him towards their bedroom. She was confident Alan would remain on his knees and that he’d still be hard when she came back to finally reward him with an orgasm. He was being a good cuckold. He deserved a little pleasure after all the teasing.</p>