<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=size%20matters">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="79096926" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Carter, honey, are you okay?” Olivia asked as she turned the TV down and looked towards her husband.</p><p>“Yeah. Why?” he replied.</p><p>“Because you haven’t quite seemed like yourself the past few days. You’re a little quieter, a little withdrawn. And last night, well, you know,” Olivia said.</p><p>They’d tried to have sex the night before and Carter had experienced performance issues for the first time in their marriage. He’d seemed thoroughly embarrassed by the whole thing and Olivia didn’t want to push it at the time, but something was definitely wrong.</p><p>“Olivia…please,” Carter said.</p><p>“Carter, I’m sorry, but we have to talk about it. I was happy to let it go for a few days, but something’s definitely wrong and we can’t just leave it there. We’re both probably thinking it, so I guess I’ll just come out and say it: Did something happen when we were with Michael? Did something about that screw things up? Did I do something wrong?” she asked.</p><p>There was no question Carter’s funk had begun after Olivia’s last encounter with Michael. Carter had watched for the first time and Michael hadn’t been shy about treating him like the kind of husband that can’t give his wife the pleasure she craves. While Carter seemed to find it enormously arousing at the time, it appeared as though the evening had done unexpected damage.</p><p>“I just…it’s just…that night felt different. It was hard seeing you like that, you know?” Carter said.</p><p>Olivia moved closer and reached out to take his hand in hers. “Do you mean seeing me with Michael was hard? Watching me have sex with him?”</p><p>Carter closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “No, seeing you enjoy the sex so much. It’s not like I didn’t know he made you feel good. I knew that. Of course I did. It was just different seeing it. I saw the look on your face. I saw the way your body responded to him. I saw how different you were with him and I realized…”</p><p>Olivia waited for Carter to finish his thought but nothing came. “What is it, Carter?”</p><p>He looked at her with genuine pain in his eyes. “I realized I can never give you what you seem to need. I can never give my wife what she now knows she needs to be satisfied in bed.”</p><p>Carter looked away and for a moment it seemed like he might cry. Olivia wanted to comfort him, but she wasn’t sure what to do. Lying and saying that he could satisfy her like Michael did seemed unwise. Carter would see through that. He knew he didn’t have what Michael had. He knew he was far smaller and that he couldn’t provide the sort of dominant thrills that Michael seemed so skilled at delivering.</p><p>“It seemed like you had fun, though,” Olivia said as she moved closer. “It seemed like you were turned on. Honestly, it seemed like you were really turned on.”</p><p>“I was,” Carter admitted. “And how fucked up is that? I was watching another man have sex with my wife and I was turned on. What kind of guy is turned on by that kind of thing?”</p><p>“Well, you are, Carter. You’re the kind of guy that’s turned on by watching another man have sex with me. I don’t think that’s something you have to feel bad about. I mean, doesn’t it make you kind of a perfect husband for me?”</p><p>Carter offered a confused look. “What do you mean?”</p><p>Olivia was thinking on her feet, but she felt like she’d found a way to help Carter. “Well, I don’t want to make things worse, but you weren’t exactly wrong when you said that Michael gives me something you can’t give me. I know that might be a terrible thing to say, but I think we both know it’s true.”</p><p>Carter offered a quick nod, though there was a mildly pained look on his face.</p><p>“Most men wouldn’t consider letting their wives do what you let me do, though. In fact, most men would blame their wives. They’d insist that it had nothing to do with them, that their wife was the one that had a problem, that if she couldn’t cum then it was her fault. You’re not that man, though. You recognized that Michael could give me something I needed. You might have recognized it before I did. You let me have what Michael could give me. You let me have it over and over. You let me experience a kind of orgasm I’d never experienced before. You let me experience a kind of orgasm I didn’t even know was possible. You opened my eyes to a whole new world of pleasure. I have you to thank for that, Carter. That makes you an amazing husband and it makes you the perfect husband for me,” Olivia explained.</p><p>“Wouldn’t the perfect husband have a big cock?” Carter shot back. “Wouldn’t he be more like Michael?”</p><p>“No,” Olivia said, though she couldn’t deny that Carter made a good point. The perfect husband would be some combination of Carter and Michael. That wasn’t the husband Olivia had, though, and it was entirely possible that man didn’t exist. “A man like Michael doesn’t make for a good husband, Carter. There’s a reason he’s not married. A good husband is supposed to be warm, loving, and supportive. Michael isn’t really those things.”</p><p>A fraction of a smile crossed Carter’s face.</p><p>“You’re those things,” Olivia continued. “That’s why I’m married to you. Michael does give me something you can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to say that he doesn’t. You give me many things Michael can’t, though, and I love you for that.”</p><p>Carter didn’t look convinced.</p><p>“Is there anything I can do?” Olivia asked.</p><p>“I don’t know,” Carter replied before unleashing a long sigh. “I…I don’t know…I can’t help but wonder if this whole thing was a huge mistake, or if just agreeing to be there to watch was a mistake. I mean, why did that have to happen?”</p><p>Olivia didn’t really know the answer to that question, though she suspected that Michael wanted it that way for his pleasure. It seemed clear to her that he found it deeply satisfying and more than a little arousing to try and put Carter in his place. Olivia wasn’t crazy about the fact that she found it arousing, too. She tried to chalk it up to getting a little lost in the moment and being so wild with desire for Michael, but surrendering control to him and watching him take control of Carter was so much hotter than she’d expected it to be.</p><p>“You didn’t enjoy yourself?” Olivia asked. “Because it seemed like you enjoyed yourself.”</p><p>“I did,” he answered.</p><p>“So if Michael came back to town next weekend and he wanted to do it all over again – or try something different – what would you do?” Olivia asked.</p><p>“Is he coming back to town?”</p><p>Olivia moved closer and ran her fingers up Carter’s arm. “That’s not an answer, Carter. What would you do if Michael came back to town this weekend?” She leaned in and whispered, “What would you do if Michael wanted to fuck your wife while you watched?”</p><p>Olivia needed to see if Carter had truly soured on the whole experience last weekend or if he was just feeling a little bit of insecurity. She knew it could blow up in her face, but she needed to know if there was any chance she could continue playing with Michael. The quick, quiet moan that escaped Carter’s lips told her everything she needed to know.</p><p>“It’s okay to be turned on by it,” she whispered while moving a hand between his legs. “It’s okay to get excited at the idea of Michael fucking me while you watch. It’s okay to get hard thinking about the look on my face as Michael fills me with his cock and makes me cum so hard that I can barely see straight.”</p><p>“Olivia…” Carter said. It seemed like he was battling himself, like he didn’t want to find pleasure in her words and the way her hand was working his cock, but he was hard as a rock.</p><p>“I want you to fuck me, Carter,” Olivia said. She wanted to erase the memory of his performance problem. She wanted Carter to slide into her pussy. She wanted him to enjoy sex with her even if she wasn’t going to enjoy it anywhere near as much as when Michael fucked her.</p><p>Carter turned to Olivia and for a moment he hesitated. She knew she had him right on the edge. She just had to push him over.</p><p>“Fuck me, Carter,” she said. “Fuck me while we both think about how hot it was when Michael fucked me. Fuck me while we both think about the next time he’s going to fuck your wife while you watch.”</p><p>Carter moved swiftly once he’d decided to do as she desired. He pushed her skirt up and yanked her panties off. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock without bothering to get naked. He Olivia fell to her back on the couch and Carter moved between her legs and slid inside her.</p><p>“That’s it,” Olivia said. “Fuck me, Carter. Fuck me.”</p><p>Carter was a man lost in the pursuit of his orgasm and Olivia had no problem with that. She wanted him to get lost in it. She wanted him completely overwhelmed with desire. She wanted his head filled with all those lusty desires that had driven him to let her enjoy Michael in the first place.</p><p>“Is he better?” Carter asked as he fucked her with wild abandon.</p><p>“He’s so much better than you,” Olivia said.</p><p>Carter unleashed a moan of pleasure with just a hint of agony in it.</p><p>“He fucks your wife better than you have ever fucked me, Carter. He’s the one that gives me the kind of sex I crave. He fucks me like I deserve. He fucks me better than you do. He fucks me better than you’ll ever fuck me!”</p><p>Carter threw his head back and cried out in pleasure as he climaxed inside her. Olivia smiled as she watched what looked like a genuinely intense orgasm wash over her husband’s face.</p><p>He collapsed on top of her afterwards and Olivia wrapped her arms and legs around Carter and ran her fingers through his hair.</p><p>“I love you, Carter,” she said. “You’re an incredible husband and I will never, ever leave you. I want to keep having sex with Michael, but I’ll stop if you need me to. Your happiness matters more than anything else, I promise. You just have to say the word and I’m done with Michael.”</p><p>“You don’t have to do that,” Carter said. “You don’t. You can have Michael, or another man like him. I know you love me and I love you too.”</p><p>They kissed before Olivia pulled him close once more. She smiled as Carter’s cock softened inside her.</p><p>“Thank you,” she whispered.</p><p><strong>Epilogue</strong></p><p>“Carter, darling, Michael and I are going to bed,” Olivia said as she popped her head into the guest room.</p><p>“Is there anything I can do?” he asked.</p><p>Olivia smiled. “Michael would like you to offer your mouth to both of us as your last act of service for the evening.”</p><p>“Of course,” Carter said as he popped out of the bed.</p><p>Olivia glanced at the chastity cage he now wore for Michael’s weekend visits. She couldn’t help but smile at the little trail of precum that escaped the tip.</p><p>“Come,” Olivia said as she took her husband’s hand and led him towards the master bedroom that she shared with Michael when he was in town.</p><p>“Is our fluffer ready to do his job?” Michael asked from the side of the bed Carter usually slept on.</p><p>“Yes, of course,” Carter replied.</p><p>Olivia climbed into bed and laid next to the man she’d come to think of as her bull. She spread her legs and lifted the bottom of her silk nightie to present her smooth pussy to her husband.</p><p>“Prepare her for me,” Michael instructed.</p><p>Carter moved between Olivia’s legs and settled onto his stomach before his tongue went to work.</p><p>“That’s so good, sweetie,” Olivia said. “You’re doing such a good job. You always do such a good job.”</p><p>Olivia turned to Michael and they shared a kiss as Carter tended to his wife’s pussy.</p><p>“He makes you feel good with his tongue, doesn’t he?” Michael asked.</p><p>“He does,” Olivia said. “He’s a good cuckold when you come to town. He settles right into his place when you’re in the house. He’s been well-trained.”</p><p>“Is she wet for me, cuckold?” Michael asked.</p><p>Carter looked up from Olivia’s pussy and said, “Yes.”</p><p>Michael smiled. “Good. Now what should you do next?”</p><p>Carter moved between Michael’s legs and offered his mouth. Olivia watched her husband wrap his lips around another man’s cock and she felt the same rush of pleasure she always did. It had taken Michael months to bring Carter around to the idea that it was a cuckold’s place to offer his mouth, but her bull had gotten his way eventually, as he always did.</p><p>“Is he making you feel good with his mouth?” Olivia asked.</p><p>Michael turned to her and smiled. “He is. He always does. Carter knows his place when I’m in the house. He knows his role. He knows that he needs to make up for his significant shortcomings by offering his mouth.”</p><p>Olivia reached down and played with her pussy as she watched her husband give a blowjob. A joyful smile crossed her face as she thought of how good it was going to feel when Michael finally slid into her pussy. She thought of how desperate she got for him when he was away and how happy she felt when he finally came back to town and spent the weekend as the man of the house.</p><p>“That’s good, Carter,” Michael said.</p><p>Carter’s head popped up from his lap and he licked the saliva from his lips.</p><p>“You can leave us now,” Michael added.</p><p>Carter backed out of the bed, smiled, and said, “Enjoy your evening,” before leaving. He shut the door behind him and Michael moved between Olivia’s legs.</p><p>She reached down and stroked his cock as they kissed. Michael moved forward and Olivia placed him between her pussy lips. She groaned into his mouth as his big cock filled her.</p><p>“Fuck me,” Olivia said. “Please, fuck me.”</p><p>Michael gave Olivia what she needed. He always gave her what she needed. She savored every thrust, for soon he’d be gone again and life would go back to normal. Carter would be in their bed again. They’d fool around while talking about Michael. They’d make each other cum while fantasizing about the next time Michael came to town. They’d embrace being enthralled with the changes their bull had brought to their sex life.</p><p>Until then, Olivia was going to enjoy every thrust of the cock her husband had fluffed. She was going to enjoy the immense pleasure of being with a man that had upended her marriage in the most satisfying way imaginable. She was going to enjoy her bull while her husband waited in the next room. She was going to enjoy her new life.</p><p>The End.</p>