<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=my%20bull%20says">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of this story.</p><p><img data-media-id="92736973" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Hey,” Joel said as Jessica emerged from the bathroom in a pair of pink pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. “Can I ask you something?”</p><p>Jessica smiled as she pulled the covers back and got into bed. “Of course you can.”</p><p>“I feel like I’m seeing less of you,” Joel said. “Like, literally less of you. Tonight, for instance, you walked into the bathroom and I’m pretty sure I heard you lock the door before you changed into your pajamas. Plus, the pajamas are a lot looser than they used to be. Are you…I don’t know, are you hiding from me?”</p><p>“In a way, I suppose I am,” Jessica replied as she pulled the covers up and looked towards Joel.</p><p>“Why? Have I done something?” he asked.</p><p>Jessica moved a little closer and reached out. Her fingers entwined with Joel’s and she said, “Do you miss seeing more of me?”</p><p>“I do,” Joel replied. “If I did something, you can tell me and I’ll fix it. I will.”</p><p>Jessica laughed and squeezed Joel’s hand. “You didn’t do anything. Not really,” she said. “You’re a cuckold, is all. This is just the natural evolution of things.”</p><p>“I don’t understand,” Joel said.</p><p>Jessica leaned closer and kissed Joel’s cheek before moving to his neck. Her lips were soft and she kissed him in a decidedly seductive manner before whispering, “My bull says a cuckold should ask permission to see his wife’s body, to taste her flesh, to pleasure her pussy. He says my body is his now and you have to ask him permission to enjoy it.”</p><p>Joel felt the arousal that Jessica no doubt intended to generate with her kisses and her softly whispered words. He felt desire between his legs. He felt his cock strain against the confines of his chastity cage.</p><p>“But you’re my wife,” he finally said.</p><p>“And you’re my cuckold,” Jessica replied immediately. “You’ve gone on this journey willingly. You’ve admitted that you’re nowhere near as capable as Grant is. You’ve submitted to his desires just like I have. You’ve surrendered control along the way. You understood everything you were doing. You sucked his cock. You wear panties when I’m with him. You’re no longer permitted inside me. This is just the next step.”</p><p>As Jessica recounted each act of submission, Joel felt overwhelmed by the totality of the changes that Grant had wrought upon their marriage. Taken separately, few of the acts of submission felt life-changing. Taken as a whole, it was clear that it wasn’t all that unreasonable for Grant to ask Joel to take this next step. After all, asking permission to see his wife naked wasn’t a far cry from thanking Grant for fucking Jessica or using his mouth to pleasure Grant before watching Jessica have sex with him.</p><p>“So, Grant wants me to ask for his permission to see your body or go down on you?” Joel asked.</p><p>“You’ll have to ask for it or he’ll offer it. For instance, if he’s here and you’re permitted to stay in the room as I undress for him, you can consider that permission. If he invites you to taste my pussy before or after he’s been inside me, you can consider that permission. If he’s not here, you’ll have to ask him if you want to go down on me or see any of the more pleasing parts of my body,” Jessica explained.</p><p>Joel felt a deep sense of frustration, but he couldn’t escape the notion that there was nothing he could do about it. His cock was locked in a cage. He’d long ago surrendered to being a cuckold. He’d done things most men wouldn’t consider and he’d done them regularly and enthusiastically. He’s sucked cock so many times he could no longer count them all. He’d swallowed cum routinely. He’d watched another man make his wife cum over and over and over. He’d embraced his place as a cuckold and he’d done so because it often provided him with the most significant sexual pleasure of his life. It certainly came at a cost, though.</p><p>“So, if I wanted to go down on you right now I would have to call or text Grant and ask him?” Joel said.</p><p>“You would,” Jessica answered.</p><p>“What about you?” Joel asked. “Do you get a choice in the matter, or will you just do whatever Grant wants?”</p><p>A smile slowly crossed Jessica’s face as she considered Joel’s question. It wasn’t a joyful or playful smile, though. It was driven by desire. She seemed quite pleased by the feelings Joel’s question triggered.</p><p>“You’re not the only one that enjoys submission,” Jessica said. “You know that. You’ve always known that. Offering my submission to Grant is one of the reasons I find being with him so pleasurable. I can feel it right now. I can feel it between my legs. I can feel it in my head. I can feel it in my chest. I love that feeling. I get so caught up in it and I can’t help but want more of it. So yes, if Grant gave you permission to go down on me I’d happily take my pants off and welcome you between my legs. I’d do it because he wanted me to.”</p><p>Joel grabbed his phone from the nightstand and pulled up Grant’s contact info. He opened a text and typed out a quick message: “Jessica has informed me of the new arrangement. I’m writing for permission to go down on her tonight. It would please me very much to be able to give her an orgasm. May I do so?”</p><p>Joel felt humiliated as he typed out the message and again as he hit send. He couldn’t quite escape the degrading reality of asking another man for permission to go down on his wife.</p><p>Grant replied quickly: “You may go down on her, cuckold, but only if you’re wearing a blindfold. You don’t deserve to see her perfect pussy tonight. That would be for your pleasure, after all. You haven’t earned that sort of pleasure.”</p><p>Joel showed Jessica the text and a giddy smile broke across her face before she leaned over, opened her nightstand, and pulled out a black satin sleeping mask. “Here you go,” she said. “Put it on and you can get to work.”</p><p>Joel took the mask from his wife, pulled it over his head, and plunged into darkness. He heard Jessica pull the covers back and remove her pajama pants. He waited for instruction and she moaned. Joel heard the distinct sound of masturbation.</p><p>“I’m wet,” she said. “Just thinking about doing whatever Grant wants turns me on. I swear, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.”</p><p>For just a moment Joel felt an overwhelming sense of jealousy. It wasn’t that he wanted his wife to be willing to do anything for him. It was that Grant was the kind of man that could inspire that sort of desire in Jessica. Joel had never been that kind of man and it was clear he never would. He simply wasn’t capable of it, thus the deep-rooted jealousy towards the man that had captured his wife’s attention.</p><p>“Do you want to make me cum?” Jessica asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Joel replied.</p><p>A few moments of silence followed. Then Joel felt Jessica’s slippery finger against his lower lip. He opened his mouth and she pushed two fingers into his tongue. Joel instinctively sucked them clean, tasting his wife’s sweet juices in the process.</p><p>“Do I taste good?” Jessica asked.</p><p>Joel nodded and his wife unleashed a quiet moan.</p><p>“Go down on me,” she said as her fingers departed his mouth. “Eat my pussy. Make me cum.”</p><p>Joel carefully moved between his wife’s legs and ran his fingers up her thighs. Denied the sight of her naked lower half he did what he could to drink in her beauty. He kissed her legs and enjoyed the warmth of her smooth skin against his lips. He listened to her soft moans and enjoyed how they got a little lustier as he moved closer to her pussy.</p><p>“That’s it,” Jessica said as Joel’s tongue found her pussy. “Make me feel good. Make me cum with that talented tongue of yours.”</p><p>Joel embraced the pleasure offered to him. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted and asking permission had been humiliating, but there was no reason he had to focus on that. Instead, he chose to focus on the fact that he was between his wife’s legs and worshiping her pussy. He was responsible for the moans of pleasure that filled his bedroom. He would soon be responsible for her orgasm. On another night she might not have welcomed him between her legs. Tonight, because of Grant’s new rule, Joel was permitted to give his wife pleasure.</p><p>“I wonder when Grant will let you see my pussy again,” Jessica said as Joel continued to worship her. “I wonder when you’ll be able to gaze upon the beautiful pussy that you crave. Maybe he’ll make you wear a blindfold when you clean his cum out of me from now on. Maybe he’ll make you work harder than you can imagine for the chance to see my pussy. Fuck…that turns me on.”</p><p>Joel felt his wife reach down and grab two handfuls of his hair. She pulled hard enough for it to hurt a little and he moaned. She was getting off on the idea of her bull taking an even deeper level of control of their marriage and Joel couldn’t help but get caught up in her lust.</p><p>When Jessica pulled Joel closer to her pussy he knew her climax was imminent. When her moans grew louder and she rubbed her pussy lips all over his face it was moments away. When her screams of pleasure filled the bedroom as she lifted her hips off the bed, he knew she was cumming.</p><p>“Thank you,” Jessica said afterwards. “That was lovely. I’m so glad you were willing to ask Grant for permission to pleasure me.”</p><p>Joel moved out from between her legs and crawled towards his side of the bed. He listened as Jessica put her pajama pants back on and waited in the blackness created by the blindfold.</p><p>“You can take it off now,” Jessica said.</p><p>Joel pulled the sleeping mask off and looked over to see his wife tucked under the covers once more. She leaned closer, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and said, “Goodnight, cuckold.”</p><p>“Goodnight,” Joel said. He put the sleeping mask in his nightstand – he suspected he’d be using it with great frequency – and turned off the light. Not long after the ache between his legs subsided and sleep took him.</p><p>“Grant’s coming over and he’s spending the night,” Jessica said as she popped her head into the living room. “You should make sure the guest room is ready for you. I’ll be in the bathroom getting ready for him.”</p><p>“Okay, thanks,” Joel said.</p><p>He watched his wife turn and walk away. She was in a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants and while they weren’t particularly tight the sway of her hips was still appealing, probably because he’d been locked in chastity and denied the chance to see any part of his wife’s body for the past four days since he’d gone down on her while blindfolded.</p><p>Joel stood and headed for the guest room. He checked to make sure the bathroom had towels and the bed sheets were fresh. Everything was in order from the last time Grant had spent the night in the master bedroom, leaving Joel with little to do before his wife’s bull arrived to spend the night.</p><p>Unwilling to twiddle his thumbs until Grant’s arrival, Joel sent a text: “May I help Jessica prepare for your arrival? I would like to do anything I can to ensure that you both have the best night possible.”</p><p>Grant texted back a few minutes later: “You may, cuckold. You may not gaze upon her naked breasts or her pussy, though. Those are mine to enjoy, not yours. Inform your wife that she must have a bra and panties on before you’re permitted to help her.”</p><p>As Joel read the text he felt the telltale stirring of desire between his legs. Once again his humiliation had created a sense of lust, which in turn deepened his humiliation. He’d just asked another man for permission to see his wife in her bra and panties. He’d completely surrendered control over a significant portion of his life to Grant, the man that had taken Joel’s place in so many ways.</p><p>That didn’t stop Joel from gently knocking on the bedroom door. “Jessica?” he asked.</p><p>“Yes?” she called out.</p><p>“Grant said I could help you get ready for him, but that you’d have to have a bra and panties on because I’m not permitted to see your naked body,” Joel said.</p><p>“Give me a minute,” Jessica called out.</p><p>Joel waited at the bedroom door. He heard his wife’s footsteps and the dresser drawer being pulled open. Not long after she said, “You can come in now.”</p><p>Joel opened the door and saw Jessica in a dark blue bra and panty set made from delicate lace. She looked exquisite and the underwear left most of her body exposed, offering more of her than Joel had seen since Grant’s new rule went into effect.</p><p>“You look perfect,” he said.</p><p>Jessica smiled and spun around, showing off her ass in the thong. “Thank you,” she said. “I hope Grant feels the same way. He’s the one I want to impress, after all.”</p><p>Joel’s cock tried in vain to come to life, his desire driven by his wife’s casually humiliating comment. “How can I help?” he asked.</p><p>“Change the bed sheets,” she said. “Grant shouldn’t have to sleep on the same sheets you slept on. Check back in when you’re finished.”</p><p>Jessica stepped into the bathroom and picked up a makeup brush as Joel moved towards the bed. He pulled the comforter off and folded it while staring into the bathroom. Jessica leaned forward on her toes and Joel admitted how utterly perfect her ass looked.</p><p>“Your job is to change the sheets, Joel. Not to stare at my ass,” Jessica admonished him. “Do your job.”</p><p>Joel did his job. He changed the sheets as he thought about Grant spending the night on his side of the bed. He thought of the last time and the fact that he’d woken up twice in the middle of the night to the sounds of sex coming from the room next door. He thought about how he’d woken up in the morning to the sounds of sex, too. He thought about Grant’s virility and Jessica’s seemingly boundless desire for her bull. When he was finished, the bed was perfectly made and ready for his wife and her bull to do as they pleased in it.</p><p>“The sheets have been changed,” Joel said as he approached the bathroom where his wife continued to work on her makeup.</p><p>“You know what I was thinking about?” Jessica asked without looking his way.</p><p>“No, what’s that?” Joel replied.</p><p>“I was thinking that my husband is a cocksucker,” Jessica said. “I was thinking that my husband is going to suck cock tonight. I was thinking that my husband is going to suck cock because he wants, above everything else, to please me.”</p><p>“That’s true,” Joel said as he felt a renewed wave of humiliation move through his body.</p><p>“I was thinking you should practice,” Jessica said. “So, I’d like you to retrieve that dildo with the suction cup on the bottom. I’d like you to attach it to the bathroom wall and I’d like you to suck cock while I finish my makeup.”</p><p>“Of course,” Joel replied.</p><p>He stepped into the closet to find the dildo and returned to the bathroom. He fell to his knees on the far side of the room, affixed the toy to the wall, and looked towards his wife.</p><p>“Are you waiting for permission to start?” Jessica asked as she glanced at him. “I told you what to do, Joel. You don’t need permission and I’m not going to be monitoring you. I’m going to finish my makeup and you’re going to suck cock like a good cuckold.”</p><p>Joel turned to the dildo – which was designed to look like a real cock – and wrapped his lips around it. A deep sense of humiliation moved through his body. He was fellating a toy on his knees while his wife did her makeup for another man. Of course he was humiliated.</p><p>Jessica said nothing as Joel filled the bathroom with the sounds of a blowjob. He did his best to act like it was Grant standing in front of him. He took as much of the toy into his throat as he could manage. He gagged several times, eventually taking some measure of control over his gag reflex. Before long he found a rhythm where he could deepthroat the toy and nearly press his nose against the bathroom wall. He felt a sense of pride, which in turn triggered a sense of humiliation. What sort of man was proud of his ability to deepthroat, after all?</p><p>“Look at you,” Jessica said as Joel deepthroated the toy. “You’re such a dedicated cocksucker. I can’t believe how much you’ve improved since your first blowjob. I’m proud of you, Joel.”</p><p>Joel hadn’t been instructed to stop, so he continued to suck on the toy while he considered the notion that his wife was proud of him for giving good head.</p><p>“You deserve a reward,” Jessica said. “Come over here.”</p><p>Joel released the toy from his mouth and crawled towards his wife.</p><p>“I just texted Grant and told him that you were working so hard to be ready to suck his cock tonight. I asked him if I could give you a little reward for being a good cuckold. He said I could. Isn’t that exciting?” Jessica asked.</p><p>“It is,” Joel replied.</p><p>“I’ve decided that I’m going to permit you to kiss my asshole,” Jessica said. “I’m even going to let you use your tongue. Go ahead.”</p><p>Joel crawled behind his wife and pulled aside her thong. She bent over and her ass cheeks parted, exposing her asshole. Joel couldn’t help his sense of excitement. It was humiliating, but he liked the idea of being able to kiss her asshole.</p><p>Joel leaned forward and pressed his face between Jessica’s ass cheeks. He pursed his lips and kissed her asshole. She moaned and he extended his tongue. He acted like he and Jessica’s asshole were French kissing. He embraced the reward his wife had offered and felt the sense of pleasure and humiliation envelope his body.</p><p>“That feels good, honey. You’re a good kisser. It’s so generous of Grant to let you kiss any part of my body, isn’t it? After all, he doesn’t have to let you enjoy any part of me. He could keep me all to himself. I certainly wouldn’t complain. He’s far better than you at making me feel good, after all. You should thank him when he gets here,” she said.</p><p>One humiliation piled on top of the next, but Joel refused to relent. He couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t help but kiss Jessica’s asshole as instructed. He couldn’t help but find some perverted pleasure in the idea of thanking Grant for the chance to make out with his wife’s anus. He couldn’t help but want to continually surrender to what his wife and her bull wanted of him, despite the increasing humiliating nature of their desires.</p><p>Jessica’s phone dinged and she said, “He’s almost here. It’s time to change into your panties, Joel. You can choose the pair this week. Just make sure they’re the only thing you have on.”</p><p>Joel stood and walked towards his dresser. He pulled open the drawer that contained his growing collection of panties and picked out a blue pair that came close to matching the color of Jessica’s underwear. Joel stripped, put on his panties, and put his clothes in the guest room.</p><p>He took his place at the front door and prepared to greet his wife’s bull. Grant pulled into the driveway a few moments later. Joel waited until he was at the door and opened it without Grant having to ring the doorbell.</p><p>“Welcome,” he said.</p><p>“Thank you, cuckold,” Grant replied as he stepped into the house.</p><p>“Jessica will be out shortly,” Joel said.</p><p>Grant smiled. “I think I’ll go to her, actually. I’m feeling particularly eager tonight. Follow me.”</p><p>Grant strode towards the bedroom and Joel followed.</p><p>“There’s no need to get dressed,” Grant said as he stepped into the bedroom.</p><p>Jessica turned and smiled at her bull. Her face lit up and she scampered towards him and leapt into Grant’s arms. They kissed as she wrapped her legs around him. Her passion was obvious and overwhelming and Joel felt a rush of the sort of angst that always played a part in his cuckolding.</p><p>Grant walked towards the bed and put Jessica onto her back. She spread her legs instinctively and he turned towards Joel and said, “Put the blindfold on, cuckold. Tonight you’re going to listen.”</p><p>Joel retrieved his blindfold from the nightstand and placed it over his eyes, plunging him into darkness once more. He listened as his wife and her bull kissed. Jessica moaned and Joel was certain he heard the sound of her wet pussy being penetrated. He assumed Grant’s fingers had found their way into her body.</p><p>“I want to watch him suck your cock,” Jessica said. “I want to watch my cocksucking husband pleasure my bull.”</p><p>Joel’s pulse raced as his wife expressed her desire to see him offer oral pleasure.</p><p>“You heard her, cuckold,” Grant said. “Get on your knees and open your mouth.”</p><p>Joel fell to his knees and opened his mouth. He listened as Grant stripped. He heard a belt being undone and pants falling to the floor. He heard his wife moan and wondered if Grant had just pulled his cock out.</p><p>“Is this what you want?” Grant asked.</p><p>“Yes, make him suck your cock,” Jessica said. “Show him a cuckold’s place. Show him that he’s a fucking cocksucker for the real man in my life.”</p><p>Joel’s cock ached in its cage. He felt precum drip into his panties. His wife was turned on at the idea of him being a cocksucker and that turned him on.</p><p>Grant’s cock pushed between Joel’s parted lips and onto his tongue. Joel closed his mouth and got to work. He sucked cock like he was supposed to.</p><p>“Oh, fuck,” Jessica said. “That’s so hot.”</p><p>“Play with your pussy,” Grant instructed. “Masturbate as your cuckold sucks my cock. Pleasure yourself as he does his job.”</p><p>Joel listened to his wife masturbate. Her pussy was soaked. Grant’s cock moved deeper into his mouth. In and out it went, a little deeper each time. He gagged but Grant didn’t stop. Instead, he sped up. Joel gagged over and over. Jessica moaned louder.</p><p>Joel’s jaw ached by the time Grant pulled out. He kept his mouth open, but the cock didn’t return. Instead, the sound of Grant’s hand moving up and down his shaft filled Joel’s ears.</p><p>“Are you going to fuck me?” Jessica asked.</p><p>“Yes I am,” Grant replied.</p><p>“I’m so wet for you,” she said. “I’m soaked. I need you so badly. I need you inside me, Grant. I need you to fuck me all night.”</p><p>“I will,” he replied. “And we’ll make your cuckold husband clean us up each time.”</p><p>Jessica unleashed a laugh filled with pure delight. A moment later she moaned. Grant was inside her. Joel remained on his knees in the blackness created by the sleeping mask. He was being cuckolded and he couldn’t enjoy the visual splendor of it.</p><p>Joel had no concept of time as Grant and Jessica fucked. It could have been a minute before her orgasm or ten minutes. They changed positions a few times and Joel was certain that they tried missionary, doggystyle, and girl on top before Grant came inside her. Jessica was louder when her bull climaxed than when she’d cum, suggesting she found great pleasure in making her man cum.</p><p>“Crawl towards the bed, cuckold,” Grant instructed after his orgasm. “My cock is filthy with my cum and your wife’s juices. Clean it.”</p><p>Joel crawled towards the bed and reached up. He lifted himself up and found Grant’s cock. His lips were soon around it. He sucked the cum and juices from it and he did so eagerly. He did so like the cocksucker his wife had labeled him as. He even licked and sucked Grant’s balls clean.</p><p>“You’ve trained him so well,” Jessica said.</p><p>“We’ve both trained him,” Grant replied. “And really, we’ve just showed him the way to become what he was always destined to be. No man goes to the lengths your husband has traveled unwillingly. He wants all of this. He wants it and he loves it.”</p><p>The desire coursing through Joel’s body made any argument against Grant’s assertion impossible.</p><p>“Clean your wife, cuckold,” Grant demanded.</p><p>Joel crawled over his wife’s bull and between her legs. He felt his way to her pussy and pushed his tongue inside her. He ate every bit of Grant’s cum from inside her. He fed because it turned him on to do so. He embraced the joy of humiliation.</p><p>“Will you fuck me again?” Jessica asked.</p><p>“We have all night,” Grant answered. “I’ll fuck you as many times as you want.”</p><p>Jessica kissed her bull. “I hope you don’t mind being blind all night, Joel, because my bull is going to fuck me all night.”</p><p>Joel had embraced his place. He was ready to be whatever his wife and her bull needed him to be.</p>