<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=my%20bull%20says">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="100289001" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“Wow,” Joel said as he stood in the bedroom doorway and stared at his lingerie-clad wife. “You look beautiful.”</p><p>Beautiful was an understatement. Jessica looked flawless in a sheer black bra, a matching pair of panties, a garter belt, and black lace top stockings. Her hair looked impossibly soft and wavy and when she rolled onto her side and smiled at Joel he felt his knees buckle for just a moment. Without saying a word she’d managed to capture every bit of his attention.</p><p>“Is Grant coming over?” Joel asked. It was the only thing that made any sense. Jessica rarely wore anything other than sweatpants and loose t-shirts or sweatshirts when she was around Joel these days. Grant was the one she made an effort for, as they’d both been perfectly clear that a cuckold didn’t deserve that sort of pleasure.</p><p>“No,” Jessica said. “This is for you.” She ran her fingers down her torso and over the soft, smooth skin of her thigh as a seductive smile spread across her face.</p><p>Joel followed his wife’s fingers down her body and replied, “I don’t understand. You’ve been…you and Grant have been so clear about my role these days. Is this some sort of tease?”</p><p>“Grant has decided that you deserve a special treat,” Jessica said. “A very special treat, in fact. Come closer.”</p><p>Joel took a tentative step into the bedroom. He didn’t believe his wife. He didn’t believe that Grant thought he deserved a special treat. It didn’t seem possible, not after the changes that Grant had made in their marriage.</p><p>“It’s okay,” Jessica said as she gestured for Joel to approach the bed. “You don’t have to be nervous. You’re going to fuck me tonight.”</p><p>Joel couldn’t contain the sense of excitement that spread through his body at the idea of fucking his wife. He still didn’t believe her – he couldn’t believe her – but that didn’t stop him from wanting to believe her. It had been so long since he’d been welcomed inside her and his cock was more than happy to believe what Jessica had said. It tried to grow in the chastity cage that had become its constant prison over the past few months. It was defeated, of course, but the excitement refused to wane.</p><p>“Jessica, I don’t understand,” Joel said. “This doesn’t make any sense.”</p><p>Jessica rolled onto her back and grasped her breasts. She played with them in the sheer bra and arched her back. A wild, lusty moan escaped her lips before she asked, “Don’t you want to fuck me, Joel?”</p><p>“Yes,” Joel said. It had been two weeks since his last orgasm, and that had been the result of an impossibly quick handjob from his wife. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed a genuinely fulfilling orgasm.</p><p>“Then take your clothes off and get into bed,” Jessica said. “I promise, I’ll explain everything. Then, I’ll unlock your cute little cuckold cock, I’ll get you nice and hard, and I’ll take you in my warm, wet pussy and ride you until you cum inside me.”</p><p>Joel couldn’t resist. He stripped down to his chastity cage and got into bed with his wife. Jessica straddled him and leaned down. They shared a surprisingly deep kiss. Joel surrendered to his desire and let his hands roam over his wife’s body. He soaked in the pleasure of being able to touch her again. He savored the way her skin felt against his fingers and the delicate scent of her perfume.</p><p>Jessica sat up and gently moved her hips over Joel’s caged cock. He groaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure emanating from between his legs as his flaccid dick desperately tried to grow stiff within the unbreakable confines of its prison.</p><p>“Grant said you deserved a treat before tomorrow,” Jessica said.</p><p>“Tomorrow? What’s happening tomorrow?” Joel asked.</p><p>Jessica smiled. “You’re moving out. Of our bedroom, that is. As of tomorrow, it’s no longer our bedroom.”</p><p>Joel felt a sense of panic blend with the arousal emanating from between his legs. “I don’t understand.”</p><p>“My bull says a cuckold should be willing to give up his place in the marital bed. He says he should be the one to sleep in our bed, that you should happily move into the guest room,” Jessica said. “Grant says that since you’re incapable of satisfying your wife you have no right to spend the night in her bed.”</p><p>Joel fought the urge to try and wriggle out from underneath his wife. He couldn’t quite let go of his desire to be inside her, despite the overwhelming nature of the pronouncement she’d just made. “So is Grant moving in with us?” he asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Jessica said. “Not full time, but what used to be our bedroom will now be his and mine. It will no longer be yours. You will no longer have a right to enter it. You will spend tomorrow moving all of your stuff into the guest room, at which point the master bedroom will be mine and Grant’s.”</p><p>“Jessica…this feels, I don’t know, this feels like a lot,” Joel said.</p><p>Jessica leaned down and kissed Joel’s forehead. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the delicate scent of her perfume once again.</p><p>“I know it’s scary,” Jessica said. “But if you think about it, this makes sense. Grant has changed our marriage. You can’t argue with that.”</p><p>“No, I can’t,” Joel replied.</p><p>Jessica kissed his neck and let out a soft, sensual moan that Joel found impossibly arousing. The fact that his wife was on top of him in the sexiest lingerie set he’d ever seen made it damn near impossible to keep his arousal at bay, so she didn’t have to do much to get him going.</p><p>“We’re still married,” Jessica said, “but in some ways, Grant has taken your place. He’s the one that satisfies me sexually, and in a manner you couldn’t. He’s far better than you’ve ever been. He’s shown me that, in many ways, I wasn’t married to a man. I was married to a cuckold, and a cuckold – one like you, at least – is a lesser version of a man.”</p><p>Jessica reached down and pulled her panties aside. She smiled at Joel and moved her pussy over his locked cock. He couldn’t feel much, but there was no question she was wet. Dual desires battled inside him. He wanted to demand that she end her relationship with Grant and that they try and restore their marriage to what it was. He wanted to tell her that Grant’s new plan was deeply unfair, that as her husband he deserved better. He also wanted Jessica to tell him more about how he was a lesser version of a man. He wanted to know about how Grant was better than him, about how another man had given his wife the pleasure she’d always craved. He wanted Jessica to take his cock out of the chastity cage, take him inside her, and continue to humiliate him as she rode his cock.</p><p>“Jessica…please,” was all Joel could manage to say.</p><p>“Just think of the things you’ve done since Grant cuckolded you,” Jessica said, completely ignoring Joel’s weak protest. “He’s locked your cock in chastity and taken control of your orgasms. He’s taken control of your sexuality, too. You suck his cock, Joel. You’re a cocksucker. Do you really think a man – the kind of man a woman would be proud to call her husband – would regularly suck another man’s cock? Do you think a real man would suck cock and then watch his wife get fucked by that cock?”</p><p>Joel shook his head. He hadn’t resisted sucking Grant’s cock, but he knew what it meant when he did it. He knew it made him less of a man in his wife’s mind. He’d done it anyway. He’d done it because Jessica wanted him to. Mostly, though, he’d done it because he found it intensely arousing. Some part of him didn’t want to do it, but Joel couldn’t resist the deep, twisted pleasure that came from giving head to the man that was going to fuck his wife.</p><p>“You wear panties,” Jessica continued. “You put on pretty, feminine panties when Grant comes over. Your tiny little caged cock rests in those panties while you suck his cock and watch him fuck me. You wear those panties while you clean Grant’s cum from my pussy. You wear those panties while he spends the night in our bed and fucks me whenever he feels like it. You have a drawer dedicated to your panties, Joel. A real man wouldn’t have that, would he?”</p><p>Joel shook his head again. His panty collection had steadily increased as the weeks had turned into months. Jessica and Grant usually made him go to the store to buy them in person to ensure it was as humiliating as possible. He wore them without protest. Joel put them on whenever Grant was going to be in the house because he’d accepted that it was his place to wear panties when a real man was in the house.</p><p>“You’re going to spend quite a bit of time in panties from now on,” Jessica said as she moved her hips faster. “Grant’s going to be here more often, after all. That means you’re going to suck cock a lot more often, too. You’re going to eat more cum. You’re probably going to get fucked more often.”</p><p>Jessica was describing a reality that most men would have found genuinely horrifying. Some part of Joel felt that way, and yet every word out of her mouth expanded the sense of desire coursing through his body. He wanted more. He wanted her to deepen his humiliation.</p><p>“Tell me,” Jessica asked as she sat up and put her hands on Joel’s chest. “Do you think I want to spend my nights sleeping next to a man that happily offers up his ass to another man? Do you think I want to sleep with a fucking slut that bends over, spreads his cheeks, and begs for another man to fuck him? Do you think I really want to share my bed with you, Joel? Do you think, after all this time, that I still consider you a real man?”</p><p>Joel groaned as he felt a kind of arousal he’d never experienced before. It seemed like a real possibility that he’d cum before Jessica bothered to release him from chastity. “No, I know you don’t consider me a real man,” he answered.</p><p>Jessica smiled and leaned over to open the nightstand drawer. She removed Joel’s chastity key, quickly slipped it into the lock, and freed him. Jessica put the cage and the key on the nightstand before straddling him once more.</p><p>“Do you still love me, Joel?” Jessica asked.</p><p>“More than anything,” he replied. It felt so strange to say given the situation he found himself in, but Joel felt the purest, deepest sort of love for his wife.</p><p>Jessica leaned down and said, “I love you too. You’re not the man I thought I married and you’re not the man I need – not entirely, at least – but I do need you in my life, Joel. I need your friendship. I need your support. I need what you give me as a husband. I need what you give me as a cuckold.”</p><p>Jessica kissed Joel. Her tongue was eager and active and Joel’s acted in kind. His cock reached a fully erect state and Jessica reached down and took him inside her as they kissed.</p><p>“It turns me on when you fall to your knees in front of Grant,” Jessica said. “That’s why I encourage you to do it. That’s why I want you to submit to him. That’s why I want you to give him control. When you wrap your lips around his big, beautiful cock it turns me on. When you show him that you know you’re an inferior man, it makes me wet. I need what give you me as a cuckold, Joel. I crave it.”</p><p>Jessica rode him slowly. Her pussy was perfect in every way. She was hot, wet, and tight. He couldn’t remember sex ever feeling better.</p><p>“Grant has made you the man you were always meant to be,” Jessica said as she sat up and put her hands on Joel’s chest. Her pussy moved over his cock with remarkable speed and he felt his orgasm approaching. “He’s turned you into the inferior cuckold you were destined to become. He’s shown you that it’s your place to suck cock, clean up his cum, wear panties, get fucked, and so much more.”</p><p>It seemed possible that Jessica was putting on a show, but she seemed genuinely aroused. It seemed like putting Joel in his place was helping her achieve the sort of pleasure that Grant always seemed to show her.</p><p>“Now he’s going to take your place in our marital bed,” Jessica said. “I’m going to fall asleep in his arms. He’s going to fuck me whenever he wants. He’s going to satisfy your wife like you’ve never been able to satisfy her and he’s going to do so as the man of our house. And you’re going to keep being a good cuckold, aren’t you?”</p><p>Jessica looked down at Joel and he nodded.</p><p>“Say it,” she demanded. “Say that you’re going to be a good cuckold.”</p><p>“I’ll be a good cuckold,” Joel said. “I promise. I will.”</p><p>Jessica put a hand around his throat and applied gentle pressure as she rode his cock. “You understand that you’re not a real man, right? You understand that Grant is superior to you and that’s why he’s moving into our bedroom and becoming the man of our house, right?”</p><p>“Yes,” Joel said as he nodded vigorously.</p><p>Jessica released his throat and leaned down to kiss him again. Joel welcomed her tongue into his mouth once more.</p><p>“Jessica…I’m close,” Joel said. He wanted the sex to last forever. It couldn’t, though. It felt too good and it had been too long since he’d last climaxed.</p><p>“This is the last time, Joel,” Jessica replied. “The last time you’ll have the pleasure of cumming inside me. The last time you’ll fuck me in our bed. It might be the last time you’ll ever fuck me. A cuckold like you doesn’t deserve to fuck his wife, does he? You’re not man enough for it. That pleasure belongs to Grant now. He’s the one that fucks me. He’s the one that satisfies me. He’s the one that sleeps in my bed. Not you. You’ve lost the privileges most husbands enjoy because you’re not good enough, Joel.”</p><p>Joel came in his wife’s pussy as she offered up a thrilling dose of verbal humiliation. Every word rang true and the pleasure of her words, combined with the utter joy of being inside her proved too much to resist. He closed his eyes and unleashed a torrent of wondrous moans as he filled her pussy with cum for the first time in many, many months.</p><p>“Oh my God,” Joel said as he came down from his climax. “Jessica, thank you. That was incredible.”</p><p>“I hope so,” Jessica replied. “Because I really think it’s the last time you’ll ever get to do that. Even if Grant and I break up, I don’t see welcoming you back into my pussy or our bedroom.”</p><p>Her words hurt, but Joel couldn’t very well argue with them. Every single thing she’d said over the course of the evening was true. He was a cocksucker. He did clean Grant’s cum from her pussy. He did let Grant fuck him. None of it was the stuff a real man would do, at least not by traditional definitions.</p><p>“Make sure to set your alarm and get up early,” Jessica said. “It’s going to take you a while to move out of the bedroom and I want it all done before Grant comes over tomorrow night. Okay?”</p><p>“Of course,” Joel said.</p><p>Jessica smiled. “Good. Now let’s get cleaned up so we can cuddle a little bit. There’s no reason you can’t enjoy your last night in our bed.”</p><p>“Thank you,” Joel replied.</p><p>Jessica lifted her pussy from his softening cock, crawled out of the bed, and headed towards the bathroom. He tried not to think too hard about the significant change coming to his life. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice. Giving his spot in the marital bed to Grant had been put in motion many, many months ago, and every decision Joel had made since then had only increased the inevitability of him ending up in the guest room.</p><p>Jessica was right. Joel was a cuckold. He wasn’t the sort of man she needed. Grant was. Joel could be the cuckold his wife needed, though, and if that meant moving out of their bedroom then that’s what he was going to do.</p>