Becca Bellamy
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Rewards for a Good Cuckold - Part 3
🕑 Added 2025-11-11 05:54:31 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
A cuckold is a unique, beautiful creature who finds reward in activities that most men would abhor. He wants to be relegated to the couch while his wife and her lover sleep in the bed. He wants to clean them both. He wants to fetch them coffee. He wants to be denied. He finds all of it rewarding in ways most men simply can't understand. Reese is that kind of cuckold and he's given all kinds of rewards during a weekend visit to a sci-fi convention where he's joined by his wife and her lover.
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At first, the moans coming from the bedroom were soft and Reese pictured his wife on her back with Marco's cock slowly moving in and out of her pussy. He looked towards the French doors that separated the living area from the hotel suite's bedroom, but they were tightly closed, leaving him blind to what was unfolding between his wife and her lover.
Reese yearned to masturbate, but Marie had been quite clear that she wanted him pent up for their weekend at the convention. She wanted him to be in a constant state of arousal, in fact, especially when he was on stage for the indie sci-fi authors panel he'd been invited to attend, hence Marie's multi-week campaign of orgasm denial that had left Reese immersed in the desired state of near-constant lust.
Marie climaxed in the bedroom and the sounds of sex went silent for a little while as Reese imagined them kissing while Marco ground his hips into her pelvis, generating gentle friction that would quickly restore Marie's desire and have her damn near begging to get fucked again.
The moans resumed. They were still fairly soft, though, and Reese pictured his wife on top in the expansive bed that she and Marco would share throughout the weekend. Reese would be relegated to the couch, as was his place as the cuckold. It wasn't nearly as comfortable, and yet he couldn't help but find it endlessly arousing to consider that he - Marie's husband - would have to sleep on the uncomfortable couch so his wife and her lover could fuck in the bed whenever they wanted.
Marie had a second orgasm just a few minutes after the first. Reese hadn't cum in more than two weeks and his wife had experienced several dozen orgasms in that span, with Marco claiming a considerable number as well. Reese had cleaned up several times and fluffed Marco on a few occasions, so he'd been welcomed to participate in a manner that brought intense arousal and satisfaction.
"Fuck me, Marco. Fuck me hard," Marie cried out from the bedroom.
The sounds of vigorous sex drifted from the bedroom and a smile crept across Reese's face. He loved that Marie and Marco were so good at pleasuring each other. He loved that his wife came so hard and so often with her lover's cock inside her. He loved that Marie found such intense pleasure in being with another man that she'd completely surrendered to her lust for Marco and now fucked him whenever she was in the mood. He loved that he'd become the cuckold he'd always fantasized about being.
Reese pictured his wife on her hands and knees in the hotel bed. He imagined being on his knees in front of her, looking up at her beautiful face as pleasure washed over it, as she smiled, as she begged Marco to fuck her harder, as she pleaded with him to cum inside her so she could feed his load to her cuck husband.
"I'm cumming!" Marco cried out after a few minutes of loud sex.
Reese listened to his wife and her lover cum together. He imagined Marco's balls leaping in their sack as he emptied yet another load into Marie's pussy. He imagined lying beneath his wife and being permitted to feed on her cum-filled cunt right after her bull pulled out, a pleasure he was offered only on rare occasions.
The French doors opened and Reese turned to see his wife's silhouette in the doorway. Marie stepped through, shut the doors behind her, and sauntered towards the couch.
"I hope you're hungry," she said. "I have another treat for you, cuckold."
Reese sat up as Marie approached.
"Get on your knees on the floor."
He slid off the couch and onto his knees. She pointed at her feet and he crawled towards her. Reese felt the heat emanating from his wife's thighs as he leaned in and kissed her smooth, soft flesh.
"This will be your third load of the day," she said.
"I know. You're being so generous, Marie. I'm so grateful that you invited Marco for the weekend. I'm so grateful that you two are being so amorous with each other and that you're letting me participate like you have."
She ran her fingers through his hair. "It's your big weekend, Reese. I just want to make it special for you. Most guys wouldn't find it special to lick a superior man's cum from their wife's pussy, but you're not most men, are you?"
He shook his head. "No. I'm a cuckold. I want my wife to have great sex with a superior man. I want to watch. I want to listen. I want to clean you afterwards. I want to fluff him and clean him if you allow it. I want to be helpful, to be supportive, to show you that your pleasure is my first concern."
Marie stepped closer and pulled his mouth to her pussy. Reese moaned and plunged his tongue inside. He tasted Marco's cum for the third time that day. He yearned to masturbate, to pursue his pleasure, but he pushed that desire aside and focused instead on the thrill of being able to clean a superior man's cum from his wife's well-fucked pussy.
"Fuck," Marie said softly. "I love that you're so eager to eat his loads out of me, Reese. I love that you're such a good cuckold, that you've become such a cum slut since I started letting you clean me. I love that this is so satisfying to you, that it's rewarding to you to be able to lick Marco's thick, creamy loads out of my pussy and hold them in your stomach."
Reese moaned into his wife's pussy and Marie began to grind her clit against his lips. She took his head in both hands and Reese felt as though he'd been transformed into a sex toy that she was using to pursue yet another orgasm.
After a few minutes, Reese experienced the thrill of making his wife cum with his tongue as he fed on her lover's load. Marie gripped his hair tight enough for it to be a bit painful, held her breath for a few seconds, and then had a thigh-shaking orgasm that pushed more juice and cum out of her pussy, all of which Reese caught on his tongue like a good cuckold.
Marie stepped back, bent over, and kissed him on the forehead. "Sleep well, cuckold, and remember that you need to fetch us coffee from the lobby first thing in the morning, okay?"
"Yes, of course."
Marie turned and walked away. She closed the French doors behind her and presumably crawled into bed to fall asleep in her lover's arms. Reese got on the couch, pulled the covers over himself, and breathed deeply to try and calm down enough that he could go to sleep.
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Reese was still a little sleepy as he stepped into the elevator the next morning. He noted the cute blonde woman in a pleated skirt, black tights, and a baggy-but-stylish sweater standing against the back wall and offered a nod, but otherwise he was focused on following his wife's instructions to get coffee for her and Marco.
"Sorry, but are you Reese Sheffield?"
Her voice was deeper than he expected from someone so petite and it caught him off guard to the point that it took a few seconds for Reese to process that she'd recognized him.
"Uh, yes, I am. Sorry, do we know each other?"
She laughed. "No. No. I recognize you from your website. I love your writing. I'm a fan. Like, a really big fan."
Reese suddenly felt self-conscious about his outfit of a wrinkled t-shirt, ragged jeans, and flip flops.
"Oh, wow," he said. "That's amazing. Are you here for the convention?"
She nodded. "I am. I'm going to your panel, actually, and I was hoping I'd be able to get you to sign one of my books."
"Yeah, of course."
Reese had never signed a fan's book before and an uplifting level of delight washed over him as she reached into her bag and pulled out a paperback copy of a novella he’d only published digitally.
“Wait, where did you get a paperback?”
Her face reddened. “Oh, well, I printed it myself. I…I loved it so much that I wanted a real copy.” Her face somehow reddened even more. “Shit, I seem like a psycho, don’t I?”
He laughed. “No, not at all. It’s really flattering, honestly. It seems safe to say that you’re my biggest fan.”
"Would you mind signing it right now?" she asked quietly.
"It would be an honor."
She offered and pen and Reese opened the book and readied himself to sign. "Wait, what's your name?"
"Zelda," she said.
He looked up. "Like the video game?"
She nodded. "My dad's a nerd and my mom thought it was actually a really pretty name, so it's mine."
Reese wrote a brief note in the book about how she was the first fan to ever ask for him to sign a book and then added the signature that he'd practiced more times than he wanted to admit.
"There you are," he said.
She read the note, smiled like she was as happy as a person had ever been, and held it close to her chest. "I know maybe it's not polite to ask in the morning or whatever, but could I take a selfie?"
"Yeah, of course."
Reese didn't look his best, but he was high on the delight of meeting an actual fan and he wasn't going to turn her down, so he got a little closer when she pulled out her phone and smiled as she held it up and snapped a selfie.
"That's amazing," Zelda said as she stared at the picture. "Honestly, this is one of the best days of my life. Thank you so much, Mr. Sheffield."
"Oh, please, call me Reese."
The elevator doors opened and Zelda kissed Reese on the cheek, letting her lips linger for longer than she probably should have.
"Thank you, Reese. I'm so glad you seem so nice, and I hope it's okay to say that you're even better looking in person than you are in your pictures."
She rushed out of the elevator before he could respond and hurried across the lobby like she was embarrassed.
Reese had entered the elevator feeling sleepy, but as he stepped into the lobby he was floating on cloud nine. He got three coffees, slipped the cups into a holder, poured half and half into an empty cup, slipped a bunch of sugar packets into his pocket, and headed up to the room.
Marie was naked on the couch when Reese entered the room.
"Well, it looks like someone is feeling chipper this morning," she noted.
"I met a fan. On the elevator. She actually made her own paperback copy of one of my novellas and wanted me to sign it and take a selfie. It's my first time having an interaction like that. It was pretty amazing."
Reese set the coffees down, pulled the sugar packets from his pocket, and set about preparing his wife's morning cup just as she liked it. He was halfway through when he felt her arms wrap around his body from behind. She kissed the back of his neck and he closed his eyes and marveled at how good it felt.
"I'm so proud of you, Reese. I really am. It's so difficult to have any success as a writer and you've actually managed to make a living at it. It's an incredible accomplishment."
He turned around, pulled his wife close, and kissed her. To his surprise, Marie welcomed his tongue into her mouth and let the kiss evolve into something genuinely passionate. She stroked him through his jeans, too, quickly working his cock to a stiff state.
"Was she pretty?" Marie whispered.
"Who?"
"Your fan, Reese. Was she pretty?"
"Yes. Maybe ten years younger than me, but yes."
Marie moaned and kissed his neck. "Would you believe it if I told you I was a little jealous?"
"No."
She laughed. "I am. Jealous and maybe a little possessive." Marie unzipped his pants and freed his cock. "Do you think she wanted to fuck you, Reese?"
He didn't think that, but he said, "She kissed me on the cheek after taking a selfie."
Marie squeezed his cock until it hurt and then relaxed her grip. "Did it feel good when this young blonde slut kissed you on the cheek?"
"Yes," he admitted. "Though I don't think she meant anything by it and I'm pretty sure she's not a slut."
"No, probably not. She's probably just a fan, and you deserve to meet your fans because you've worked hard and you're a genuinely talented writer. I won't have you fucking anyone though, Reese, and I'd really prefer it if you refrained from letting anyone kiss you on the cheek."
Reese couldn't tell if Marie was actually jealous and possessive or if she was just having a little fun. He had no interest in fucking a fan, though, so he wasn't going to argue.
"You're the only one I want, Marie," he said.
"It's a shame that you'd be more likely to fuck one of your fans this weekend than you would your wife, since I brought along a man that's far better at satisfying me than you are." She stroked him slowly and kissed his neck. "That's why you're a cuckold, though. You're better at watching someone fuck me than you are at fucking me. You're better at sucking his dick and cleaning his cum out of me than you are at fucking me."
Marie put a hand on his head and pushed Reese to his knees. He leaned in for the chance to lick her pussy, but stepped away and turned around.
"It's not often I let you eat my ass, is it?" she asked.
"No."
"And for you, eating my ass is a reward, isn't it?"
"Yes."
She smiled. "Most men don't find it all that rewarding to lick their wife's dirtiest hole, but you fucking love it, don't you?"
"I do. Please, Marie, let me lick your ass. Let me rim you while you enjoy your coffee."
"That sounds like an incredible idea."
She extended her arm and Reese quickly stood to pass Marie her coffee. He dropped to his knees once more and she pointed at her ass. He crawled towards her perfect cheeks, spread them, and pressed his face between them before running his tongue back and forth over her tight, perfect, wrinkled hole.
"Mmm, it's fitting that a cuckold eats ass for breakfast, though I think I might add Marco's cock to your menu once we're done here. I woke up a little bit horny and now I'm feeling a rather massive need for a real man's dick in my pussy."
Reese moaned between his wife's ass cheeks and licked with even greater vigor. He wanted to prove to her that he wasn't thinking about his fan in any kind of sexual manner. He wanted to show Marie that her pleasure was all that mattered, that he was a dedicated cuckold and that she never needed to worry about his faithfulness.
"Fuck, Reese, that feels so fucking good."
She sipped her coffee and reached between her legs. Reese heard his wife's fingers enter her exceedingly wet pussy and almost reached for his dick to masturbate. He held off, though, instead reaching up and running his hands over her back as he rimmed her vigorously.
"Let's go," she said. "You have a dick to suck. Bring Marco's coffee."
Reese stood and prepared Marco's coffee as he liked it while Marie kissed the back of his neck.
"I love that you know how he likes his coffee. You're an even better cuckold than I give you credit for, Reese."
"It's important to me to be a good cuckold for you and Marco. Your pleasure is what brings me pleasure."
She smacked his ass and said, "Get naked before you come to the bedroom. We'll be waiting."
Reese finished making Marco's coffee, took a deep sip of his own, and then stripped and headed for the bedroom. He found Marie casually stroking Marco's dick as they made out. He approached the nightstand on Marco's side of the bed and set the coffee down.
"Get busy sucking, cuckold," Marie said. "I need to get fucked, but I want to see my husband fluff a superior man's beautiful cock before I take it for a ride."
Reese crawled between Marco's legs. He took the stiff cock in his mouth. He sucked while looking up at his wife and her lover, both of whom were watching him.
"You love this, don't you cuckold? This isn't punishment for you. This is a treat. A pure delight. A reward. I'm not making you suck dick. You're sucking dick because you love getting to participate in my pleasure."
Reese nodded with the cock stretching his lips. He played with Marco's balls, rolling them between his fingers and delighting in the way his wife's lover moaned.
"Would you like to eat my ass while I ride him, Reese? Would that feel rewarding?"
He nodded again.
Marie turned to Marco and they shared a long, passionate, deep kiss. Reese admired the intense beauty of his wife's tongue sliding into another man's mouth. He enjoyed her soft moans and the way Marco played with her tits in a manner that seemed to further arouse Marie, evidenced by the way her thighs parted in a seemingly involuntary manner.
"I want you inside me," she said. "I fucking need you inside me, Marco."
She straddled his stomach and Reese pulled his mouth from the other man's cock. He grabbed the base and guided it inside his wife as she shifted her hips back. He kissed Marie's soft ass cheeks and dropped lower to suck on Marco's balls for a bit.
"Mmm, fuck, that feels good."
"Is my husband sucking your balls?"
"He is. Holy fuck...he is."
"He's making the most of his reward weekend, isn't he? Eating ass. Swallowing cum. Sucking cock. We've made him into such a fucking cuckold I don't think he could ever go back to being anything approaching a typical man."
"There's no chance," Marco agreed.
Reese agreed too, though he kept on sucking balls. He was too far down the cuckold rabbit hole to go back. Nothing could compare to the pleasure of watching his wife have sex with another man, especially when Reese was permitted to participate in some manner, as that only enhanced the already intense sense of satisfaction he felt.
"Eat my ass, cuckold," Marie instructed. "You can clean his cock and suck his load out of me after we've had our way with each other, all while that worthless dick of yours goes unattended."
Reese groaned and pressed his cock into the bed in a manner that generated a surprising rush of pleasure. Then he moved his lips to his wife's asshole as she went to work riding her lover, milking his cock, and grinding her clit into his pelvis to deliver the kind of pleasure that would make them both cum. Reese wouldn't cum, of course, but his orgasms were at his wife's discretion, so the best he could do was hope that his devotion as a cuckold would lead to an orgasm at some point later in the weekend.
Even if he wasn't allowed to cum, though, Reese was going to enjoy every bit of cuckold pleasure his wife granted him over the course of what he knew would be a massively rewarding weekend.
