You’ll Never Cum Inside a Woman Again: A Hotwife’s Command to Her Cuckold Husband

You thought you would always have that right. You thought you could just slide in, feel that heat grip you, and flood her with your cum any time you wanted. But those days are over. She told you so clearly, almost teasingly, as you lay there aching for her—You’ll never cum inside a woman again.

She meant it. It wasn’t a threat, it was a promise. And now you’re here reading this, trying to process it, trying to accept it. Maybe even trying to get hard for it, because let’s face it, you’re that kind of man.

This is your new truth. You will never feel her wet warmth clutching around you as you spill everything you have deep inside her. You won’t see your cum dribble from her, knowing it was yours. That privilege has been revoked, stripped away and given to someone else.

You remember how she told you, don’t you? Calm but firm. You don’t get to cum in me. That’s for real men now. She let the words sink in, watching your eyes widen and your breath catch. She knew you would resist, at least in your head. But your cock was already betraying you.

Maybe she laughed softly. Maybe she was sweet about it, stroking your cheek, explaining it like a mother would to a child. You’re not the man who puts his seed in me. That’s not your role anymore. You’ll watch other men do that.

You hated it at first. Or you told yourself you did. But deep down there was that pull, that ache. The idea of seeing her legs spread wide, of watching a bigger, harder cock sink into her and unload raw and deep—while you sat there useless. It made you sick and dizzy, but your cock was hard as iron.

You can picture it, can’t you? You watching from the chair as she holds her lover inside her, refusing to let him out until every drop is in her. She moans so sweetly, eyes closed, relishing the feeling. She doesn’t even glance at you. Or maybe she does—smirking, daring you to say something.

This is what a real man does, she might say, grinding on him to make sure she milks him completely. She makes sure you see the cream on his shaft when he pulls out, her pussy swollen and leaking with his load.

You want to cry. You want to fight. But you won’t. Because you’ve accepted it. You will never cum in a woman again. That part of your life is over.

And it changes everything.

Now you know your place. You know that your orgasms are no longer about planting your seed in anyone. They’re for release only, for her amusement, for her approval. She might let you jerk off in the corner while you watch them fuck. She might make you wait days before you get to touch yourself at all.

When you finally do cum, it won’t be inside anyone. Not her. Not any woman. Just into your hand, onto the floor, maybe onto her feet if she’s feeling generous.

She owns your orgasms. She owns your denial.

It’s freeing, in a twisted way. Because you don’t have to pretend anymore. You don’t have to act like the man of the house, the stud who takes her anytime he wants. That illusion is dead. You’re the cuckold. The denied. The watcher.

Your fantasies fuel this, don’t they? You think about all the ways she’ll make you suffer. She might tell you you’ll never be hard around her again without her permission. She might even tell you you’ll be locked up, caged, so you know for sure you’ll never slip up and try.

Because if there’s one thing she can’t allow, it’s you putting your worthless load inside her. That’s reserved for real men. Men who excite her. Men who satisfy her.

She might remind you of that daily. You’ll never cum in me again, she’ll whisper in your ear as you do her chores. You’re not good enough.

She might even let you clean her up afterward. Wiping up the dripping evidence of his pleasure, feeling the warmth on your fingers. Smelling it. Knowing it’s not yours and never will be.

You’ll do it for her. Because you love her. Because she deserves it. Because you know deep down this is right.

It isn’t a kink anymore. It’s who you are.

And that’s the part you’ll think about tonight, alone in bed, hard and aching and so pathetically desperate. She’s next to you, maybe texting her bull, maybe asleep and still smelling like his cum.

You’ll resist the urge to touch yourself. Or maybe you’ll fail, stroking yourself to the memory of her words.

You’ll never cum inside a woman again.

Say it to yourself. Repeat it until you believe it. Because it’s true. And it’s exactly what you need.