Husband Training 101

I woke up the next morning to find Luke staring at me intently. "What's on your mind?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"I was thinking about Marcus," he said slowly.

My heart leapt in my chest. "What about him?"

"I was thinking about asking him to be our bull," he said, his eyes fixed on mine.

I could feel the excitement building inside me. The idea of finally having another man in our bed was something we had talked about for years. "Really?" I breathed.

But Luke's next words caught me off guard. "I want to wait a few months and work on my friendship with him to make sure he's really changed. I don't want this to destroy our marriage."

I could feel my heart sinking. I understood his concerns, but the thought of waiting any longer was almost unbearable. "Luke, being a willing cuckold is a big step. We've been talking about this for a while. Don't you think we're ready?"

Luke shook his head. "I just want to be sure," he said firmly.

I sighed and sat up in bed, feeling frustrated. "Well, if that's what you want, then we'll wait," I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

But Luke had other ideas. "I want you to train me better," he said suddenly. "Teach me how to be a better cuckold, how to serve you better."

I looked at him, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, tell me what to do. Tell me how to please you. I want to make sure that when we do bring Marcus into our bed, I'm ready."

I could feel the excitement building again. The thought of more training for Luke was almost as exciting as the idea of having Marcus in our bed. "Okay," I said, nodding eagerly. "We can start now."

I spent the next few hours teaching Luke how to be a better submissive. I showed him how to massage my feet, how to serve me breakfast in bed, and how to worship my body.

After serving me breakfast in bed and massaging my feet, Luke left for work.

Then I called my mother, Sara. She had some ideas of her own. "Why don't you have Luke wear panties?" she suggested. "It will make him feel more submissive and remind him of his place."

I could hear the excitement in her voice, and I couldn't help but laugh. "That's a great idea, Mom," I said, feeling a sense of mischief growing inside me.

So, I went out and bought Luke a pink thong. Then I went to the adult store, and bought a nice black dildo for Luke. It was realistic, about 8 inches long and 2 inches wide. It was a good cock to start with. I bought a nice harness, the kind with crotchless compression shorts, so I could be fucked while I fuck, if I wanted to.

When Luke got home, I called him into the bedroom and told him it was time for more training.

"Hey, babe," I said, as I walked over to him, my hips swaying seductively. "I got you a little something."

And with that, I pulled out the pink thong from behind my back, holding it up for him to see.

At first, he looked surprised. But then a grin spread across his face as he realized what I was suggesting.

"Are you sure you want me to wear that?" he asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

"Absolutely," I replied, my own voice husky with desire. "I want to see you in it."

And so he disappeared into the bedroom to change, emerging a few minutes later wearing nothing but that pink thong. And let me tell you, he looked absolutely delicious.

I couldn't help but feel excited as I watched Luke slip into the pink thong, I had left out for him. His body looked so good in it, and I couldn't resist running my hands over his chest and feeling the material against my fingertips. We started to chat, and I could tell he was getting more and more turned on by the minute.

That's when I decided to show him the new strap-on I had purchased. It was black and realistic looking with protruding veins, and I could tell Luke was admiring it. "Do you like it?" I asked him, as I ran my hand over the length of it. "It's black like Marcus's cock," I added, just to see his reaction.

Luke's eyes widened, and I could see the look of arousal in them. "Do you think about Marcus's cock when we're in bed?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

I grinned at him wickedly. "Maybe I do," I said, "Do you want me to think about Marcus's cock while I'm fucking you?"

Luke moaned at the thought, and I knew I had him hooked. I started to ask him a series of questions, each one designed to get him more and more aroused. "Do you want Marcus to fuck me while you watch?" I asked him, and he nodded eagerly. "Do you want to clean up after Marcus fucks me?" I asked him, and he moaned again.

I could see the desire in Luke's eyes, and it made me even more excited. "Do you want to be my little cuck, watching me fuck other men while you wear your cute little thong?" I asked him, and he nodded again. I could see the arousal building in him, and I knew he was getting close.

That's when I decided to push his buttons a little more. "Does it turn you on to think about Marcus's big black cock, Luke?" I asked him, knowing full well that he would be aroused by the idea.

Luke squirmed a bit in his thong, clearly getting more and more turned on by the second. "Yes, it does," he admitted, his voice a little shaky. I smiled at him, running my hand along the strap-on.

"Good, because tonight we're going to use this and pretend that it's Marcus's cock. Are you ready for that, baby?" Luke nodded eagerly; his eyes fixed on the strap-on. I could tell he was practically drooling at the thought of it.

So, I decided to tease him a little more and ask him a series of questions that would really get him going.

"Do you want me to fuck you with this strap-on, Luke?" I asked, watching as he nodded again.

"Do you want to pretend that you're Marcus's little slut tonight?" I continued, seeing his face flush with arousal.

"Do you want me to call you a dirty little whore while I fuck you with this?" Each question I asked made Luke more and more aroused, and I could see his cock straining against the thong. I loved making him feel this way, loved being in control of his pleasure.

I knew he was ready, so I sent him to the bathroom with instructions on how to clean and lube himself in preparation for the strap-on. When he came out of the bathroom, he had a smile on his face.

"Are you ready for this?" I asked him, my voice low and seductive.

He nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with desire. "Please, Laura, I need it," he begged.

I couldn't resist him any longer. I positioned myself behind him, admiring the way his tight little ass looked in the thong.

But first, I wanted to give him a little something extra. I licked his asshole, feeling the muscles twitching beneath my tongue. I could feel his cock growing hard in my hand, and I knew that he was enjoying it.

As I worked my way up his body, I could feel my own arousal building. The thought of using the strap-on on him was almost too much to bear. I admired his body as I positioned myself over him, his ass looking like a woman's.

As I rubbed the head of the dildo against Luke's asshole, he moaned softly in anticipation. I could feel his body tensing up, and I knew he was ready for me. Slowly, I began to push the dildo inside him, inch by inch, until it was all the way in.

Luke let out a loud groan as I began to move the dildo back and forth inside him. I could feel his body shaking with pleasure, and I knew he was enjoying it as much as I was. The sounds he was making were music to my ears, and I couldn't help but get aroused by them.

As I continued to thrust the dildo in and out of him, I could feel my own body responding to the sensations. My pussy was getting wet, and I could feel myself getting more and more turned on. I wanted to take things to the next level, to push both of us to the brink of pleasure.

With that in mind, I began to increase the speed and intensity of my movements, driving the dildo in and out of Luke's ass with increasing force. He was moaning and panting now, his body writhing with pleasure as I fucked him harder and harder.

Finally, I felt him tense up and let out a loud cry of pleasure as he came. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, and I could feel his muscles contracting around the dildo. Seeing him come like that was incredibly hot, and I felt my own pleasure building inside me.

After finishing with the strap-on, I was completely turned on and wet. I took off the harness and lay on the bed, waiting for Luke to please me. He didn't need any encouragement and quickly moved down to my wet pussy. His tongue felt amazing, swirling around my clit and teasing me to the brink of orgasm. I moaned in pleasure as he pushed his tongue inside me, sending shivers down my spine.

Finally, I needed his cock inside me. Luke moved up, and I spread my legs wide, ready to take him in. As he entered me, I gasped in pleasure. He started to thrust harder, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in closer. Our bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt so natural and perfect.

As Luke thrusts into me, I wrap my legs tightly around his waist. I can feel his hard cock inside me, and it's driving me wild. I can't help but start talking dirty to him, and it only makes him thrust harder and deeper.

"You know, baby, I'm going to be a black cock whore," I whisper in his ear. "I want a big, black cock to fill me up. I want to be stretched out like never before."

As soon as the words leave my lips, Luke's body tenses up and he groans loudly. I can feel him cumming hard inside of me, and it sends me over the edge. I scream his name as I ride out my own orgasm, my body convulsing around him.

Once we've both come down from our highs, we collapse onto the bed in a sweaty, exhausted heap. Luke looks at me with a smile on his face, and I know he's thinking the same thing I am - we're both completely satisfied.

"That was amazing, baby," he says, kissing my forehead. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I reply, snuggling up to him. "I'm so lucky to have you."

We lay there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking. Then, Luke speaks up again.

"You know, if being a black cock whore is what you want, I'm more than happy to make it happen for you," he says, grinning.

I giggle at his response. "You're the best," I say, kissing him deeply.