Missing Pieces (Cuck/Female)

The thought of it made you well up with emotions. It was like a part of you was being seen that you had never seen before. You sighed softly into your pillow.

Still, It hadn’t gone exactly as planned. You were still struggling with the gender of her choice of partner. But, the more you roiled in the overwhelming emotions about it, the more you found the eroticism of it powerful. It was almost like you were being degraded for being a woman. Of course, you couldn’t satisfy her. You didn’t have a real cock. And sluts like your wife would never be satisfied without a cock to fuck her.

You shuddered and slipped a hand into your panties. Lost in your fantasy, you imagined the sort of things he might say to you. How he might call you a little girl, when what she needed was a man. That thought made you jerk back awake. Had you really thought about that? Gross.

Instead, when you resumed your shameful self-pleasure, you imagined a different fantasy. Kneeling outside your bedroom while listening to the sounds of your wife moaning with pleasure. It was accompanied by a constant slapping, pounding sound, that tolled out like a bell, announcing your humiliation to the world. Then there was another woman there. A beautiful naked woman with a pregnant belly. You wanted to kiss the soles of her feet. You imagined her whispering in your ear that he was going to put a baby in your wife’s belly, just like he’d done to her. Maybe if you were lucky, she’d let you worship her feet the way you were now. But, only if you were a good girl…

You jerked and whimpered, half asleep. You really were such a cuck…