<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=his%20perfect%20wife">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="99359902" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>Erica scanned her lipsticks and plucked a plum-colored option from the collection. She pulled off the top and dabbed a little on her lips to make sure she liked the way it looked.</p><p>“That’s a good color,” Dylan said.</p><p>“You think so?” Erica replied as she leaned closer to her vanity mirror.</p><p>“I do,” he said. “In fact, I think it would go really well with that dark purple dress you have. Plus, you have that purple bra and panty set that I bought you a month ago. That looked incredible on you.”</p><p>Erica turned to her husband and smiled. Nearly two years had passed since she’d opened her side of the marriage and Dylan had embraced his newfound place as her second option for sexual satisfaction. He’d come to enjoy helping her get ready for her dates and going shopping for her. He even enjoyed dressing Erica when she gave him the opportunity.</p><p>“Would you mind finding that bra and panty set and laying it out on the bed for me?” Erica said.</p><p>“Of course,” Dylan replied.</p><p>She turned back to the mirror and applied a heavy coating of the plum-colored lipstick. Dylan was right. It looked good, and it would be absolutely perfect with the dress and lingerie he’d suggested.</p><p>“May I pull the dress, too?” Dylan asked.</p><p>Erica turned to see that he’d already found her lingerie and had laid it out on the bed as requested. She stood and approached her husband. His eyes wandered to her chest, and with good reason. Erica’s nipples were hard and they were poking through her thin black satin robe.</p><p>“You’re a wonderful husband, Dylan,” Erica said.</p><p>Dylan smiled. “Well, thank you. That’s always nice to hear.”</p><p>Erica leaned in and kissed him. She let her lips linger against his and Dylan pulled her close. Their bodies pressed together and Erica deepened the kiss. Her lips parted and their tongues indulged in a slow, sensual dance.</p><p>“You’re a wonderful wife,” Dylan whispered. “All I want is to be the kind of husband you deserve. I mean, you’re damn near perfect, Erica, and I just want to be worthy of you.”</p><p>“You are,” Erica said. “You’ve made absolutely certain that you are. There was just one area where you didn’t measure up and you’ve done a wonderful job of embracing your shortcoming in that area. You’ve made sure that I have everything I want in life, including the sort of satisfying sex life that so many women lose at some point during their marriage.”</p><p>“I want you to be happy,” Dylan said.</p><p>Erica reached down and loosened the small strip of satin that held her robe closed. It opened, exposing her breasts. “Sit,” she said.</p><p>Dylan sat on the edge of the bed and Erica stepped between his legs. He looked up and she leaned forward. His lips parted and he took her nipple into his mouth.</p><p>“Suck on it, sweetheart,” she whispered. “Make me feel good.”</p><p>Dylan closed his eyes and offered Erica the pleasure she desired. He kissed, licked, and sucked on her nipple. He sent little shocks of sexual delight through her body as his hands moved over her back and under the robe to caress and squeeze her ass. Erica moaned for her husband as he provided a delightful dose of foreplay before she got dressed for her date.</p><p>“Feel my pussy,” Erica said.</p><p>Dylan’s fingers moved between her thighs. He slipped a finger inside her with ease. Erica was soaked.</p><p>“Can you feel how wet I am?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan moaned around her nipple.</p><p>“Having a wonderful husband like you makes me wet,” she said. “Knowing that you want me to be happy, that you’re willing to do anything to make sure I’m happy, makes me wet. Knowing that you bought that beautiful bra and panty set so I would look good for my dates makes me wet.”</p><p>Dylan kissed his way from one of Erica’s breasts to the other and took her nipple into his mouth. His finger danced over her clit and she moaned as her thighs trembled from the intense pleasure.</p><p>“You like making me wet for another man, don’t you?” Erica asked. She could feel just a touch of aggression building. She’d learned to give herself over to it over the past two years. She liked the way it made her feel to take control and let out the side of her that wanted to be wild.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan said before returning to stimulating her breasts.</p><p>“You like that I’m going home with another man tonight, don’t you? You like that he’s going to take your wife to his bed and fuck me until I’m screaming his name, don’t you?” Erica asked.</p><p>“Mmmm hmmm,” Dylan said as his tongue continued to move back and forth over her nipple.</p><p>Erica stepped back and pushed the robe off her shoulders. She smiled as Dylan’s eyes roamed over her body. His lust was obvious and seemingly overwhelming, a fact that Erica found thrilling.</p><p>“When was the last time I made you cum?” she asked.</p><p>“Eleven days,” Dylan replied.</p><p>Erica smiled. “Have you taken care of yourself in that time?”</p><p>“No, of course not,” Dylan answered.</p><p>Erica hadn’t made it an official rule, but she’d requested that Dylan let her be in charge of his orgasms. One of the wives she’d met at Tracy’s parties had talked to Erica about the pleasures of denying her husband and she couldn’t help but give it a try. It had proven far more arousing than she’d expected, in large part because it infused each day with a little bit of excitement. After all, it took nothing more than a simple, soft kiss to excite Dylan most days, and when he was excited he tended to be quite attentive.</p><p>“Does that mean you’d be sad if I spent the night in another man’s bed?” Erica asked.</p><p>Dylan shook his head, but Erica could see the truth in his eyes. He wanted her to come home so they could fool around. He wanted to be able to indulge in the pleasures he’d become accustomed to as he’d grown into his role as her cuckold husband.</p><p>“It’s been eleven days for me too, you know,” Erica said. “Eleven days since I fucked someone else, since I fucked someone capable of giving me the pleasure I crave.”</p><p>“The pleasure you deserve,” Dylan said.</p><p>Erica saw the wild lust in his eyes and she couldn’t help but smile. Dylan had never argued against her sleeping with other men, but over the past two years he’d transitioned to enjoying it far more than she expected he ever would. Her penchant for sleeping with other men had become the centerpiece of their sex life, in fact.</p><p>“Get on your knees for me,” Erica said.</p><p>Dylan slid off the bed and onto his knees in front of her. His eyes lingered on her pussy before he lifted his gaze up her body and stared into her eyes.</p><p>“I’ll be having unprotected sex tonight,” Erica informed her husband.</p><p>She watched the arousal wash over Dylan’s face. She’d seen it countless times in the past two months, ever since she introduced him to the idea of cleaning her pussy after another man had cum inside her. A fellow partygoer had suggested it and Erica was immediately smitten with the notion of Dylan crawling between her legs and feasting on her pussy after someone else had deposited his cum inside her. It felt like a perfect evolution of their relationship, and while Dylan hadn’t been excited when she first brought it up, he came around to the idea that it would be splendidly kinky to fully embrace being a cuckold.</p><p>“That excites you, doesn’t it?” Erica asked.</p><p>Dylan glanced between her legs and nodded. Erica smiled at his eagerness. He’d grown increasingly voracious about going down on her after she’d been with another man, even when she used a condom. It seemed that something about tasting her pussy after she’d fucked someone else triggered Dylan’s natural tendencies towards being a cuckold.</p><p>“Are you already thinking about cleaning me?” she asked. “Are you thinking about me coming home with a messy pussy for you to lick clean?”</p><p>Dylan looked up at her and nodded. She saw just a hint of embarrassment flash across his face. It was gone as quickly as it had arrived, but Erica wanted to nip that in the bud immediately.</p><p>“Dylan, darling, your desire to clean my pussy is beautiful,” she said. “It thrills me in ways you can’t imagine. Sometimes it makes me think about you when someone else is inside me. It’s become part of the thrill for me. Playing with you afterwards has always been a part of our expanded sex life, but your desire to clean me makes it all so much more exciting. You have no reason to be embarrassed or ashamed. None at all.”</p><p>“Thank you,” Dylan said as whatever tension he’d been holding onto washed away.</p><p>Erica stepped closer and gently pulled his head between her legs. “Taste me, Dylan. Worship me. Worship the pussy that I’m going to give to another man tonight. Worship the pussy that another man is going to fill with his cock and cum. Worship the pussy that you’ll get to clean when I’m done playing with my date.”</p><p>Dylan closed his eyes and did as instructed. Erica looked down and admired how good her husband looked with his face pressed between her legs. He seemed at peace, like he’d embraced that being on his knees in front of her was truly his happy place.</p><p>“Would you like to dress me?” Erica asked as she stepped back.</p><p>“Yes, please,” Dylan said.</p><p>Erica smiled at her husband. “You may do so.”</p><p>Dylan reached back and grabbed her panties from the bed. He held them at Erica’s feet and she stepped into the underwear so he could slowly pull it up her legs. Dylan took his time, as he always did, and she couldn’t help but enjoy the way he made sure to run his fingers over the soft flesh of her thighs before pulling the panties into place.</p><p>Dylan stood, picked up her bra, and held it out so Erica could place her arms through the straps. He smiled while stepped closer and then moving behind her to hook the bra into place. He kissed her neck as his hands moved over her taut stomach. “I feel incredibly lucky to be married to a woman like you,” he whispered.</p><p>Erica closed her eyes and moaned as Dylan pressed his crotch into her ass. His cock was hard as a rock, as was to be expected. She moved her ass over it, teasing her cuckold husband as she’d come to love doing over the past two years.</p><p>“I’m the lucky one,” she said. “I’m married to a man that’s secure enough to let me meet my sexual needs with other men. Most women aren’t that lucky.”</p><p>“I guess we’re both lucky,” Dylan replied as he cupped her breasts and nibbled her earlobe.</p><p>Erica considered canceling her date and crawling into bed with her husband. They still had sex from time to time and it was always nice. She was quite aroused, too, and it would have been nice to have sex immediately. It wouldn’t have been as good, though. It was going to be so much hotter to have sex with her date – perhaps multiple times – and then come home and let Dylan reclaim her in the way he’d become accustomed to as her cuckold. Erica would enjoy multiple orgasms that way, and if she let Dylan inside her right now she might not enjoy a single orgasm. He was, after all, somewhat disappointing as a lover. It’s why she’d begun seeing Marco in the first place and why she continued to see other men when she and Marco parted ways.</p><p>“Would you fetch my dress?” Erica asked.</p><p>“Of course,” Dylan replied.</p><p>Erica turned and watched her husband walk into the closet. She smiled. It still thrilled her that Dylan was willing – even eager – to dress her for a date with another man. He’d even suggested the dress that would be most enticing to the man she was going to invite into her body that night. Erica knew she was lucky to be married to a man like Dylan, even if he tried to act like his willingness to let her sleep with other men wasn’t remarkable. It was, and Erica knew it.</p><p>“Call Dylan,” Erica said as she put the car in drive. Dylan’s number popped up on the dashboard and a moment later the phone rang.</p><p>“Hey,” Dylan answered.</p><p>“What are you wearing?” she asked.</p><p>“Shorts and a t-shirt,” Dylan answered.</p><p>Erica stopped at a red light and smiled. “I want you naked. Now.”</p><p>“Okay,” Dylan said. “I’ll put you on speaker.”</p><p>Erica heard the sound of her husband stripping as the light turned green. She punched the gas and hurried towards their home.</p><p>“I’m naked,” Dylan said.</p><p>“Good. Go to the bedroom. Get in the bed,” Erica instructed.</p><p>“Are you on your way home?” Dylan asked.</p><p>“Do as you’re told. Don’t ask questions,” Erica replied.</p><p>“I’m in the bed,” Dylan said.</p><p>“Good. Now stroke your cock for me. Get hard,” Erica said.</p><p>She heard the sound of her husband masturbating. She imagined his fingers moving up and down his flaccid cock in an attempt to get hard.</p><p>“If it helps, you can think of another man’s cum dripping out of my pussy. It might help to think of two loads of his cum dripping out of my pussy,” she said.</p><p>Dylan groaned. “Did he fuck you twice?”</p><p>“He did,” she said. “He fucked your wife twice. He made me cum twice. He filled me with his cum twice. It was beautiful, Dylan. The look on his face when he unleashed inside me, it was so beautiful. I could see that it felt so good. I could see how much it turned him on to be able to cum in a married woman’s pussy.”</p><p>“I’m hard,” Dylan said.</p><p>“I’m almost home,” Erica replied. “I want you on your back when I get to the bedroom. I want your cock hard and your mouth eager to clean my pussy. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan said.</p><p>“Good. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”</p><p>Erica hung up the phone and turned onto their street. She’d been fucked twice – and cum hard each time – but she could feel her desire building once again. She’d come to find almost as much pleasure in playing with her husband as she did with her many lovers.</p><p>Erica pulled into the garage, turned the car off, and headed inside. She unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor in the foyer before she headed for the bedroom. She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside in the hallway. She stepped into the doorway and Dylan turned to look at her. He was naked, on his back, and erect, just like she wanted.</p><p>“Welcome home,” he said.</p><p>Erica smiled and slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She pulled them down and Dylan stared between her legs. She knew her pussy was an absolute mess. A mixture of her juices and her date’s cum coated her labia and waited inside her for her husband to consume.</p><p>Erica approached the bed and watched her husband’s body vibrate with desire. Eleven days without an orgasm will do that to a man.</p><p>She reached out and caressed his stiff cock. “Tell me what you want,” Erica whispered.</p><p>“I want to clean your pussy,” he said.</p><p>Erica wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him gently. She felt a wonderful tingling sensation between her legs. She wanted Dylan to clean her. She wanted to feel his eager tongue moving over her pussy lips and inside her. She wanted to bask in the beauty of her husband’s desire for her messy pussy.</p><p>“We want the same thing,” Erica said. “Isn’t that beautiful?”</p><p>Dylan nodded and she crawled into the bed and straddled his face. She lowered her messy pussy onto his mouth and Dylan went to work. His licked her labia clean. He sucked on them, soaking up her date’s cum. He pushed his tongue inside her and moaned. Erica wondered if he’d just gotten his first mouthful of thick cum as gravity worked its wonders and helped the load that rested deep in her womb leak into her husband’s mouth.</p><p>“Clean me, Dylan,” Erica said in a breathless voice. “Clean my messy pussy. Clean every drop.”</p><p>Erica closed her eyes and played with her breasts as Dylan continued to work over her messy pussy. Her hips moved subtly as she felt overcome with desire. She couldn’t help but try and ride his mouth and embrace the intense pleasure coursing through her body.</p><p>“Does his cum taste good?” Erica asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan replied.</p><p>Erica felt that same wondrous, arousing aggression return. She reached down and grabbed a handful of her husband’s hair. She moved her hips faster, riding his face for her pleasure and spreading some of the juices from her date all over him.</p><p>“Dylan…fuck, make me cum. Clean my pussy and make me cum!” Erica cried out.</p><p>Her thighs trembled as her third orgasm of the night approached. It felt just as powerful as the first two. It reinforced her love of cuckolding her husband. Her date had provided her with an entirely different kind of pleasure, but it wasn’t necessarily better than riding Dylan’s face. Fucking her date made playing with Dylan so much hotter. Having another man’s cum inside her fueled the orgasm that was about to wash over her body.</p><p>“I’m cumming!” Erica screamed. She dropped most of her weight onto Dylan’s face and let the orgasm wash over her. The pleasure was intense and unyielding and Erica couldn’t help but smile as she felt the beautiful release of an orgasm provided by her husband’s tongue.</p><p>Once the pleasure had passed, Erica slid her pussy down Dylan’s chest and stomach and took his cock inside her. She looked down to see his face coated in a mixture of juices.</p><p>“You don’t mind being inside me after another man has fucked me, do you?” she asked.</p><p>“You know I don’t,” Dylan replied.</p><p>Erica rode him slowly, offering some pleasure but nowhere near enough to make Dylan cum, even after eleven days without a climax.</p><p>“I’m never going to be able to stop fucking other men, Dylan,” she said. “I’ll never be able to go back to the way our sex life was.”</p><p>“You don’t have to,” he said. “I don’t want you to. I don’t ever want you to.”</p><p>Erica rode him a little faster and Dylan moaned. “Does that mean you like being my cuckold?”</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan answered.</p><p>“You like that I give my pussy to other men?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan nodded. It seemed that his pleasure had reached such a potent place that it was difficult to talk.</p><p>“You like that your cock doesn’t make me cum anymore, don’t you?” Erica asked. “You like that there’s no chance I’m going to cum right now, don’t you?”</p><p>Dylan grabbed her ass and tried to fuck his cock up into her, but Erica grasped his wrists and pinned them above his head. She stopped riding Dylan and he didn’t put up a fight.</p><p>“I decide when you get to cum,” she whispered. “Especially when it’s my pussy giving you the pleasure. Do you understand?”</p><p>Dylan nodded, though he looked desperate and frustrated.</p><p>Erica kept his wrists pinned above his head and moved her pussy back and forth over his cock. She kept her pace slow, purposefully trying to frustrate her husband as she brought him ever closer to his orgasm.</p><p>“I could fuck you for hours and I don’t think I’d cum,” Erica said. There was some truth to it. Having sex with other men had changed sex with her husband. Dylan just wasn’t as good. His cock wasn’t as big. He wasn’t as vigorous. He wasn’t as skilled. It just wasn’t as hot, either. There was something far hotter about fucking other men and Erica was hooked on the pleasures of it. She really was going to cuckold Dylan for the rest of their marriage. “I guess that’s why you’re a cuckold, though. You can’t fuck your wife worth a damn.”</p><p>She rode him a little harder and Dylan groaned. Erica could see he was ready to cum. He was caught up in the pleasures of being a cuckold. He was on the verge of emptying his balls into her pussy and finally experiencing the release he craved.</p><p>“You’re lucky I still let you in my pussy,” she said, helping him chase the lust she’d already established. “You certainly don’t deserve it, do you? You don’t deserve to fuck your perfect wife and her tight, wet pussy, do you?”</p><p>Dylan shook his head as Erica released his wrists and placed her hands on his chest.</p><p>“Other men fuck me better than you ever have,” Erica said. “Dozens of them, Dylan. Dozens of men have fucked your wife’s pussy in the past two years. Dozens more are going to fuck me in the next few years, all because you can’t give me what I need.”</p><p>“Erica, fuck, I’m close,” Dylan said.</p><p>“Cum inside me, cuckold,” she demanded. “Cum in your wife’s messy pussy.”</p><p>Dylan followed her orders and unleashed in her pussy. He closed his eyes and arched his back as Erica continued to milk his cock. He grasped her hips and his fingers dug into her flesh as his moans filled their bedroom. Erica smiled as she watched her husband writhe in pleasure. It was a beautiful thing to witness.</p><p>“Thank you,” Dylan said when he opened his eyes. “Thank you for everything.”</p><p>“It’s my pleasure,” she replied.</p><p>“I love being your cuckold, Erica,” Dylan added. “I don’t ever want to stop. I really don’t.”</p><p>Erica leaned down and kissed him softly. “Good, because I don’t think I could stop cuckolding you even if you wanted me to. I need to be with other men. I need more than you can give me. I need you to be my cuckold.”</p><p>She kissed him again, this time with more passion. Dylan couldn’t provide her with the sexual pleasure she craved, but his willingness to be her cuckold meant that he could, in fact, give her everything she needed. He was, in his own way, the perfect husband for Erica.</p><p>The End.</p>