It was only a little test.
I already knew my husband, Greg, was the best cuckold in the world, but it was nice to have proof on occasion. A tiny expression of his utter devotion to our marriage and our positions made it that much better.
Which, in some ways, put him in charge.
Our friend Paul had graciously agreed to help out. But while Paul knew about our hotwife and cuckold relationship, we had never actually fucked. We had known him forever; he and Greg were best friends.
Which made it all the more delicious.
"Well, darling, I suppose it's up to you now," I said as I snuggled next to Paul on the couch. Greg stood in the center of the room, watching us as he fidgeted.
"Right, yeah, it's up to me. Okay, I got this. No problem at all."
"It's okay, man, it's all good," Paul said supportively. That would change soon, but right now, we were being kind.
Greg took a deep breath and then began.
"Paul, as you know, Katie is my hotwife, and I'm her cuckold. This means that she gets to fuck whoever she wants, and it makes me a happy man, especially when I get to watch. But the biggest part of this, and maybe the most embarrassing, is how much I crave it and how much I'm willing to debase myself to watch. So, I want to beg you."
My husband got down on his knees and clasped his hands in front of him.
"Paul, please fuck my wife. I want to see you inside her so badly I can barely stand it."
Paul looked at me and then back at Greg. He nodded slowly. Then he smiled.
"I believe you, I do," he said slowly. "But you're going to have to prove it to me. To us. Why don't you come over here and get me hard first."
Greg smiled and licked his lips before crawling towards us. While he's not usually into men on his own, my husband will do anything for me. Including making another man hard so that he can fuck his wife.
I watched as my husband undid our friend's pants, pulled his soft cock from it, and began to slowly lick and suck him for me. I reached over and petted his hair as I slid my panties off under my dress.
"Get him nice and hard for me," I whispered. "I want that cock inside me, so be a good cuck and do your job."
"Anything," he mumbled as Paul grew harder in seconds. I grinned as I realized our friend was truly gifted. Greg soon struggled to get much of it in his mouth as it reached full size.
"I think you better get your wife nice and ready, too," Paul said. "It might take some work."
His little laugh bordered on cruelty, and it made my cunt throb.
Without a word, Greg moved to me. He pushed up my skirt, parted my thighs, and then as Paul stroked his huge cock, my husband began to eat my pussy.
"This won't be the only time you'll get a taste of her, will it?" Paul asked teasingly.
"No," Greg mumbled, his face flushed.
"That's right," I cooed. "When will you do it again?"
He stammered as he admitted once more his greatest desire.
"After he comes in you," he said, in between licks. "After my best friend comes in you I'll do it again."
After a few minutes of his masterful oral dexterity, I leaned back and pulled one foot onto the couch. Paul had stripped off his shirt and pants and was now naked between my legs, his massive cock in his hand as he positioned himself at my entrance.
"Oh, one more thing, Cuck," I said as I looked back at my husband. "One little question. Tell me, darling. Right now, would you rather fuck me yourself or have your friend do it instead?"
Greg blushed again as the truth stuck in his throat. It was both his most profound shame and biggest turn-on.
"I want to watch," he said. "I'd rather watch him fuck you. Please, don't make me wait."
"Such a good cuckold," I whispered. "But to prove it, why don't you do it for us? I think we believe you, but if you do the honors, we'll all know it's true."
With a shaky hand, Greg reached out for his friend's cock. He gripped him gently and rubbed his thick head against my wet pussy lips. I moaned as I looked down, and Pual held himself up on his hands as he loomed over me.
"I don't have to do it," he said. "I mean, I can always find some other girl to fuck. We can stop if you want to. But if you really want it…."
Greg didn't pause as he pushed more of his old friend's cock inside me. With his other hand, he tried to push me lower until finally, we gave in and gave him his wish: Paul plunged inside me as my husband watched from the floor, the happiest cuckold in the world.
"Oh fuck, you feel good," he said, filling me to the hilt.
"Your cock is so much bigger than his. Fuck, why haven't we done this sooner?"
We lost our words when Paul began to pound me. All three of us were just moans and sighs, and he started to move his hips while I raised mine to meet every thrust. When he pinned my arms down, I nearly lost it, and as he stretched me open, I wrapped my legs around him while Greg stared at our union from just inches away.
"I'm gonna come soon," Paul said. Then with a wink, he turned to Greg. "I should pull out, right?"
"Nooooo!!" Greg moaned, once more admitting his darkest desire. "Please come in her. Please come in my wife!"
"Such a good boy," I sighed as I felt our dear friend begin to unload within me. And as I stared at my embarrassed husband, I began to come as well because right then, I was doing what he most wanted in the entire world.
The fact that Paul was fucking me deliciously hard, with a gloriously thick cock, didn't hurt either. I clenched around him as I cried out, and then it was all a blur as he held me down, buried himself deep within me, and let it all out inside me. I felt him pulsing as he came, and I could feel myself flooded with this cum.
Greg was hard as a rock, but like a good cuck, he hadn't once touched his cock. Not until he finished.
Paul arched his back, shot one last bit of his cum inside me, and then sat up, leaving me a swollen mess. My husband was on me instantly, burying his face between my legs where he licked up the cum his friends had just deposited inside me. He fucked me with his tongue, licked my thighs clean, and then kept on going until I was coming again.
I pulled his hair, pet his face, and didn't stop for what felt like ages.
"Fuck, that was hot," Paul said, touching himself as he watched. "Does he get to fuck you now?"
The question lingered as I pulled my husband up enough to look into his eyes. I could see his hunger and his desire. He wanted me, it was true. But was that all he wanted?
"That depends," I said, turning back to Paul. "Do you want my ass too? Because if you do, we might make this little cuck wait a while longer. Of course, we could leave it up to him."
We turned to my husband, who knelt on the floor, his hard-on painful as it strained against his pants. He could fuck me if he wanted and relieve all his aching desires.
But no. Greg is, as I said, the perfect cuckold.
"Fuck her ass," he said, trembling at his admission. "Please fuck her ass too."
"Good boy," I said to my husband before pushing Paul to his back and climbing on top of him. I kissed him hard as I felt him twitch against me. "Now, let's get your nice and hard again to see if we can fit this beast in my tight little ass. And Paul? Let's take our time."
And my God, did we take our time.