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This weekend has been special for us — four days together with my boyfriend and my husband. Until now, clean-up was something we had never practiced. I personally don’t like the taste of cum, and my husband always said he felt the same, so we avoided it.
But today something unexpected happened. After the first round, my boyfriend finished inside me and casually told my husband to bring towels and clean the mess. I was kissing my boyfriend again, lost in intimacy with him, while my husband leaned in with the towel.
Then, without me asking, I suddenly felt my husband’s lips brushing against my pussy, touching the mess that was still there. I froze in shock — my husband was actually tasting my boyfriend’s cum. My boyfriend also stopped, just as surprised as me.
I immediately asked him softly, “Are you okay? Do you really want to taste? Do you like it?” He went shy, couldn’t answer, and looked nervous — but the act spoke louder than words. My boyfriend and I laughed a little at the situation, and in that playful moment I said the words for the first time: “You are a true cuck now, babe. You’re doing good. Keep it up.”
Encouraged, he continued. I could see clearly that he didn’t like the taste, yet he kept swallowing, trying his best to fulfill his role. That dedication impressed me deeply. At the same time, it gave me a sense of freedom — I realized he had truly accepted his position. That means I don’t need to stress about his pleasure anymore; I can enjoy myself with my boyfriend completely, knowing my husband finds his place in serving and cleaning up.
When he finally finished, I kissed him tenderly as a sign of appreciation. As a small reward, I unlocked his chastity so he could give himself a release in the toilet — his orgasm wasted away where it belongs.
This moment felt like a turning point. It was the first time I openly called him “cucky,” and the first time he proved with action that he embraces this life fully.
But today something unexpected happened. After the first round, my boyfriend finished inside me and casually told my husband to bring towels and clean the mess. I was kissing my boyfriend again, lost in intimacy with him, while my husband leaned in with the towel.
Then, without me asking, I suddenly felt my husband’s lips brushing against my pussy, touching the mess that was still there. I froze in shock — my husband was actually tasting my boyfriend’s cum. My boyfriend also stopped, just as surprised as me.
I immediately asked him softly, “Are you okay? Do you really want to taste? Do you like it?” He went shy, couldn’t answer, and looked nervous — but the act spoke louder than words. My boyfriend and I laughed a little at the situation, and in that playful moment I said the words for the first time: “You are a true cuck now, babe. You’re doing good. Keep it up.”
Encouraged, he continued. I could see clearly that he didn’t like the taste, yet he kept swallowing, trying his best to fulfill his role. That dedication impressed me deeply. At the same time, it gave me a sense of freedom — I realized he had truly accepted his position. That means I don’t need to stress about his pleasure anymore; I can enjoy myself with my boyfriend completely, knowing my husband finds his place in serving and cleaning up.
When he finally finished, I kissed him tenderly as a sign of appreciation. As a small reward, I unlocked his chastity so he could give himself a release in the toilet — his orgasm wasted away where it belongs.
This moment felt like a turning point. It was the first time I openly called him “cucky,” and the first time he proved with action that he embraces this life fully.
