Whispers of Submission: My Journey as a Cuckold 2

Months had passed since Jake officially moved in. The routine had settled into something that would seem completely twisted to most people, but for me it had become… normal.

Mornings start with coffee for three. I’m usually the first one up. Emily and Jake sleep in the master bedroom – my former master bedroom. I sleep in the guest room, on the bed that used to be reserved for grandma when she visited.

I’m not saying there aren’t moments when a wave of anger or deep sadness crashes over me. There are. But those moments are becoming rarer. It’s as if part of me has slowly adjusted to the new gravity of this house – Emily and Jake are the sun and moon, and I’m some small, obscure planet orbiting around them.

One Friday evening Emily came home earlier than usual. Just her, without Jake. That alone was unusual enough to immediately catch my attention.

“Tonight it’s just the two of us,” she said while taking off her coat. “Jake has some gym buddies, he’ll be late.”

I looked at her, trying to read what was behind those words. She didn’t give me much time to wonder.

“Come here,” she said quietly, but in that tone that doesn’t accept discussion.

I stood in front of her in the living room. She was wearing the black dress that always looked incredible on her – the one she used to wear only when we went out to dinner together. Now it was for someone else, but tonight it was here.

“Strip.”

I obeyed. Slowly. Silently. When I was completely naked, I stood before her like I was waiting for a verdict.

“On your knees.”

I knelt. The floor was cold.

She stepped closer, lifted my chin with two fingers.

“Do you know what I miss most from the old days?” she asked softly.

I shook my head.

“The way you looked at me when you still believed you were the only man in the world who could satisfy me.”

I swallowed hard. There was something painful and at the same time thrilling in those words.

“Tonight I’m going to let you remind me what that felt like… but only for a moment. And only because I want it. Understood?”

“Yes, Emily.”

She took out her phone, turned on the camera and placed it on the coffee table so it was recording.

“I want this saved. For later. For me… and for him.”

My heart was hammering in my throat.

“Start slow. Like before. Like you still believe you’re enough.”

I began. With lips, tongue, hands – exactly the way I used to five years ago, before I understood there were men who could take her to places I could never reach. She closed her eyes, but she didn’t moan too loudly. She was restrained, as if evaluating, measuring how useful I still was in the old way.

After a few minutes she grabbed my hair and pulled me up.

“Enough,” she said. “That was sweet. But now I want the real thing.”

She turned around, lifted the dress to her waist. No panties. She bent over the back of the sofa, spread her legs.

“Come. But only forward. You’re not allowed to come. If you finish – you sleep in the car. Understand?”

“Yes…”

I entered her. She was wet, hot, ready. But she wasn’t mine. I knew that even while I was inside her.

I moved slowly at first, then faster when her breathing changed. She pushed back against me, controlling the rhythm completely. Her moans were low, almost lazy, like she was enjoying a nice massage more than passionate sex.

“Don’t you dare come,” she reminded me through clenched teeth. “Not even close.”

I gritted my teeth, trying to focus on anything else – the pattern of the sofa fabric, the ticking of the clock, the faint smell of Jake’s cologne that still lingered in the room even though he wasn’t here.

Suddenly she reached back, grabbed my hip and pulled me in hard one last time.

“Stop.”

I froze instantly, buried deep inside her, throbbing, on the absolute edge.

She straightened up slowly, letting me slip out. Turned to face me. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy with satisfaction.

“Good boy,” she whispered, stroking my cheek almost tenderly. “You remembered how to hold back. I’m proud of you.”

Then she picked up her phone, stopped the recording, and checked the time.

“Jake will be home in about twenty minutes. Go take a quick shower – cold one. Then come to the bedroom. You’re going to watch tonight… and maybe help a little.”

I nodded, legs shaking.

When I came out of the bathroom, still dripping, they were already in the bedroom.

Emily was on her back, legs spread wide. Jake was between them, still fully dressed except for his jeans pushed down to mid-thigh. He moved with that lazy, powerful confidence I could never imitate.

Emily looked at me over his shoulder and smiled.

“Come closer, baby. Kneel right here.”

I knelt beside the bed, inches away from where they were connected.

Jake glanced at me, smirked, then pushed deeper into her, making her gasp.

“Tell him how much better this feels,” Jake said, not even looking at me.

Emily’s eyes locked on mine.

“So much better,” she breathed. “He fills me completely… stretches me the way you never could.”

Each word was like a small knife, yet my cock was painfully hard again.

Jake picked up speed. The wet sounds filled the room. Emily’s fingers found my hair, pulling me closer until my face was almost touching her thigh.

“Kiss me here,” she ordered softly. “Right where he’s going in and out.”

I obeyed.

I kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh, tasting salt and heat and the faint trace of her arousal mixed with him. Every time he thrust forward my lips brushed against them both.

Emily started to tremble.

“Harder,” she told him. Then to me: “Lick. Now.”

My tongue found her clit while Jake pounded into her. She tasted different tonight – stronger, more intense, marked.

When she came it was violent. Her thighs clamped around my head, fingers digging into my scalp, a long, broken cry escaping her throat. Jake didn’t stop – he fucked her through the orgasm, prolonging it until she was shaking and gasping for air.

Only then did he pull out.

His cock was thick, glistening, veins standing out. He looked down at me.

“Clean her up, cuck.”

I didn’t hesitate.

I buried my face between her thighs, licking up everything – her, him, the mixture of them both. Emily sighed contentedly, stroking my hair like I was a good pet.

Jake watched for a moment, then stepped closer.

“Open.”

I opened my mouth.

He slid in slowly, letting me taste them together. Not deep – just enough to remind me of my place.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Good little clean-up boy.”

Emily watched with half-lidded eyes, smiling.

When he was satisfied, he pulled out and finished on her stomach with a low groan. Thick ropes landed across her skin.

Emily looked down at me.

“Finish the job.”

I leaned in and licked every drop from her belly while they both watched, relaxed and satisfied.

When I was done, Emily pulled me up onto the bed beside her. She kissed me softly on the forehead.

“You were perfect tonight,” she whispered. “My sweet, obedient cuck.”