<p>In concert with a new blog post on my website, <a href="http://beccabellamy.net/naughty-cuckold-humiliation-ideas/" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">Deliciously Naughty Cuckold Humiliation Ideas</a>, I’ll be posting a new cuckold humiliation most days throughout November, December, and January. It begins with the mild ideas and I’ll work my way up to the extreme humiliation play. Stick around and you’ll get to enjoy a whole lot of lovely stories as a member of the Femdom tier.</p><p><img data-media-id="29033960" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p><strong>The Idea</strong>:</p><p>We’re treading on dangerous ground here, so I certainly don’t recommend it to everyone, but it’s unquestionably humiliating to tell a close friend about your husband’s small cock or his lack of skill in bed. Obviously your cuckold needs to know you’ve shared this information, but you need to be sure he can handle it and not be completely destroyed by your sharing.</p><p>If he can handle that kind of humiliation, consider doing it while he’s in the room. Have him sit and listen as you tell your friend how your husband can’t please you in bed or doesn’t have a big enough cock to fill you like you desire. You can do the same thing with a lover, to be honest, and while it won’t be quite as humiliating, it can be a good place to start.</p><p><strong>The Story</strong>:</p><p>You hear laughter in the living room as you come through the front door. It’s been a long day at work and you’d love nothing more than to relax in front of the TV.</p><p>“Hey honey,” your wife calls out.</p><p>You smile at the sound of her voice. “Hey,” you say.</p><p>“Sarah’s here,” she says.</p><p>“Hey Sarah,” you say as you walk into the living room and wave hello to your wife’s exceptionally beautiful blonde friend. They’re both remarkably good looking; it’s easy to see why they’re friends.</p><p>“Hey there,” Sarah says with a smirk that makes you think they were talking about you.</p><p>You look to your wife and then back at Sarah. They were definitely talking about you. The only question is if it’s worth asking them what they were talking about. That’s not a strategy that always ends well.</p><p>Your wife breaks the silence by saying, “We were just talking about you.”</p><p>“Oh really?” you say with a smile. “All good stuff, I hope?”</p><p>Sarah giggles as your wife playfully swats at her. “Of course,” she says. “In fact, I was telling her that you’re such an incredible husband that you let me find another man to please me sexually.”</p><p>You feel weak in the knees and for a moment the room goes silent as a loud ringing fills your head. For some reason this feels worse than when your wife sat you down and told you that you weren’t capable of fucking her like she needed to be fucked.</p><p>The moment passes and you look up to see your wife and Sarah staring at you. That’s when you notice the nearly empty bottle of wine on the table. Clearly they’ve been enjoying their afternoon and a little bit of alcohol has loosened your wife’s lips.</p><p>“It’s such a lovely thing to have done,” Sarah says, and it seems like she genuinely means it.</p><p>“She’s right, honey,” your wife adds. “I’m constantly amazed at the things you’re willing to do to make me happy.”</p><p>Sarah smiles at your wife and asks, “Did you leave out some of the dirty details?”</p><p>“You have no idea,” your wife says.</p><p>Again you feel weak in the knees. You know all about those dirty details. You’ve experienced them all. You’ve cleaned creampies from her pussy. You’ve placed another man’s cock inside her. You’ve worn your wife’s panties at her request. Is she really going to tell Sarah about all of those things?</p><p>“Honey, you look a little pale. Why don’t you take a seat,” your wife says as she slides over and gestures to the space on the couch between her and Sarah.</p><p>You wordlessly move across the room and sit between them. They both lean closer and suddenly you feel weirdly aroused with a beautiful, stylish woman on either side of you.</p><p>“Can I ask you something?” Sarah says.</p><p>“Sure,” you say as your heart rate comes down and you start to feel more comfortable.</p><p>“I’m sorry if this is a little too blunt, but before she told you that you weren’t getting it done in the bedroom, did you think your member was big enough to please your wife?” Sarah asks.</p><p>“You can call it his little cock, Sarah. I don’t mind,” your wife adds.</p><p>You look at your crotch, picturing how small your cock is. You feel the same kind of embarrassment you’ve always felt about it, going back to high school. “No, I knew it wasn’t big enough,” you say and look up at Sarah. “I guess I hoped that I could make up for it in other ways.”</p><p>“Aww, that’s so cute. He’s so cute!” Sarah says.</p><p>“He really is,” your wife says as she leans in and kisses your cheek softly. She caresses your thigh and you can’t help but get excited.</p><p>“Did you know that your little cock wasn’t good enough from being with past girlfriends?” Sarah asks.</p><p>“Yes,” you say while quickly reliving the many humiliations of exposing your cock to hopeful girlfriends. They always had the same disappointed look on their faces. Some were nicer about it, but you almost always got dumped because of your little dick.</p><p>Sarah looks at your wife and asks, “If you don’t mind me asking, why were you the one that decided to stay with him?”</p><p>Your wife’s hand moves further up your thigh as she answers, “After our first time together I was disappointed like the rest of his girlfriends, but I had already fallen for him and I was determined to make it work. That’s when I gave him his first lesson in pussy worship. He was good that first night and he quickly learned how to give me fantastic orgasms with his tongue and fingers.”</p><p>Your cock grows as your wife continues her journey up your thigh. Sarah leans closer. You can smell her perfume.</p><p>“A man like that is worth his weight in gold,” Sarah comments. “And you were okay knowing that you’d never get to enjoy a big cock again?”</p><p>“Of course not,” your wife says. “Even before that first night I knew he was a submissive, which means I knew I could cuckold him. I knew it wouldn’t take much to convince him that I needed another man to fuck me. And here we are.”</p><p>Your wife’s sensual rubbing of your thigh and her confessional dirty talk has left you with an erection, though you suspect she did it intentionally.</p><p>“Can I see it?” Sarah asks.</p><p>“Of course,” your wife answers without bothering to ask if you’re okay showing your stiff dick to her friend.</p><p>“Stand up, honey,” your wife demands in a soft tone.</p><p>You do as you’re told and your erection becomes overwhelmingly obvious. Sarah giggles as she looks at the admittedly small bulge in the front of your pants.</p><p>Your wife slides to the edge of the couch cushion and reaches up to undo your belt. She unbuttons your pants and they fall to the floor. She looks at Sarah as her fingers slip into the waistband of your boxer shorts. She pulls them down.</p><p>It’s intensely humiliating to hear Sarah try and conceal her laughter as she looks at your small cock. Your wife’s fingers wrap around you with room to spare and she gives your dick a few strokes.</p><p>“Wow, it really is small,” Sarah says.</p><p>Your wife continues to stroke your cock. Now she’s using the precum dripping from the tip as lube. You close your eyes and groans. It feels so good. You can’t help it.</p><p>“Is he going to cum?” Sarah asks.</p><p>“If I keep stroking him he will,” your wife says.</p><p>“Do you like that I know about your small cock?” Sarah asks, her voice suddenly laced with lust.</p><p>You groan again. “Yes. Fuck…yes,” you say.</p><p>“God, the power you have over him,” Sarah says. “It’s so hot.”</p><p>“I know,” your wife says.</p><p>Suddenly she stops stroking you. You look at her, silently pleading for your wife to finish the handjob. Instead of grabbing your cock again, she hikes up her skirt and pulls aside her panties. “Worship me,” she orders.</p><p>You fall to your knees without a second thought. You don’t care that your friend is there. You know it’s your duty to worship your wife’s pussy when she demands it. You know she wouldn’t order you to your knees if she wasn’t confident Sarah could handle watching.</p><p>“Oh my God,” Sarah says as you begin to worship your wife’s pussy.</p><p>Your wife’s hand grabs the back of your head and pulls you closer. Her grip is firm. You know she won’t release you until she’s had her orgasm.</p><p>“He’ll be happy to worship your pussy too,” your wife says to Sarah. “I’ve trained him exceptionally well, I promise. It will be an orgasm you won’t forget.”</p><p>“I’d like that very much,” Sarah says.</p><p>It looks like you’ll be worshiping two pussies this afternoon. What a wonderful way to relax after work.</p>