Be careful What You Wish For, Cuck

"Aren't you going to get ready for work?" Flora said standing over Jorge. He didn't even notice the time pass. He must have closed his eyes again. One second she was walking into the bathroom and the next she had her hair in a towel as she stood over him.

"I should," he trailed off.

"Do I need to start telling you what to do and when to do it?" Flora said with a giggle. Jorge sat up in bed before turning to face her.

"If that's what you think you need to do." Jorge's voice was even. He didn't want to give off any emotion. He felt in that moment he was really testing the waters. Of course, though there was the fact that Flora had no idea about BDSM, or at least her mind would just never go there.

"You're funny. Soon you'll need a chore chart and a time-out step," Flora said before throwing her head back in laughter.

Jorge didn't say anything he just rolled his eyes and pushed himself up off the bed. He got himself ready for the day, he realized perhaps if he got ready quickly he would have a chance to rub one out quickly before work.

As Jorge stood at the dresser Flora came up from behind entangling her arms around his waist. She rested her head against his back and squeezed.

"Did you not like my joke?" Flora whined. "I'm sorry baby I was really just kidding around."

Jorge froze as she held onto him. He knew he had to reply even though his mind was a million miles away.

"Oh no, I'm not mad. I was just getting ready for the day, just preoccupied. I didn't even register your joke, love," Jorge replied to her.

"What are you preoccupied with, hmm?"

"Just work," Jorge dismissed.

"You're always so stressed about work these days. You need to relax otherwise you'll run yourself into the ground. I want a happy, healthy husband," Flora continued.

"I'm okay, I promise," Jorge replied. Flora loosened her grip and Jorge spun in her arms. He felt small, the way she was holding him was dominant even if she didn't mean it to be that way. Jorge returned the favor and embraced his wife. "I hope you have a good day today," he told her.

"Are you leaving for work already?" she seemed confused.

"Not yet, I need a coffee first," Jorge replied.

"Alright, me too."

Jorge and Flora went downstairs to the kitchen together. The whole time they were brewing and drinking coffee Jorge was trying to wait his wife out. He figured she would have to leave for work eventually. But it seemed like she wasn't budging. He counted down in his mind the minutes he would have left to wank right up until the moment Flora actually left for work.

Thirteen minutes.

Jorge had exactly thirteen minutes to find something that would tickle his fancy, wank to it, and finish.

Jorge ran to their bedroom and sat down on his side of the bed. He got himself relaxed, pulled his cock out of his pants, and held it in his hand. Just the thought of wanking was arousing his body, his mind just hadn't caught up yet. There was this deeply erotic feeling his fetish brought that was more than just being turned on. Each and every time Jorge was able to wank to his preferred material he was able to reach this all-time high.

This time Jorge decided to hop onto Reddit. He heard it was a good place to find new niches and fetishes that were all related. It was like one big fucked up Venn diagram and Jorge was smack dab in the centre.

Then he saw it. Something he had never seen before. A man was sitting there tied up to a chair watching two people fuck. A white man was having sex with a white woman, while the man watching was brown.

"Huh?" He said to himself. Jorge stared at the screen in disbelief before reading the caption he came to find out that the man sitting in the chair was the husband of the woman getting fucked.

Jorge knew what cuckoldry was. Of course, he knew. These days everyone knew it was a common knowledge fetish.

For whatever reason he had never looked for it. The sound of cucking just didn't do it for him. As he watched this it turned him on and made him uncomfortable all at once.

Jorge scrolled away.

Soon he found more cuck porn. A brown Latino looking man, gagged at the foot of the bed whilst his white wife was being bent over the side, fucked by a black man.

When your neighbor comes over for dinner... The caption read.

Jorge was fascinated. He watched more and more, forgetting that he had to be at work by a certain time. He was enthralled by what he saw.

His hand moved up and down his cock like it had a mind of its own. Jorge forgot everything he was meant to remember and plowed through like an animal on the hunt.

He watched the 5-minute clip on repeat as he thought up scenarios in his mind's eye.

Jorge was on a roll. His imagination was taking him to places it had never been before. He tried not to harp on any of it too much, he was far more interested in getting to his destination. He could psychoanalyze his new found interest later, right now he needed to cum.

His cock was harder than it had been for a long time. Luckily for Jorge, his arousal wasn't necessarily connected to the functionality of his cock, but there were times when if he was especially turned on he would notice himself bigger and harder than ever.

Flora used to tell him how big he was when they first started dating but Jorge wasn't sure how much to believe her. He was surely average or above but he didn't see other men's cocks, well except for in porn.

The man in the video began to speak. He started to degrade the cuck. At first, the insults were general, until they became more precise, more personal. It seemed the worse the bull was degrading the cuck the more distress the cuck was in.

Jorge's eyes narrowed in on the cuck. He was focused on him. Focused on his pain. Focused on his suffering. His hand moved quicker, quicker. His cock was slick with pre-cum. Wet from arousal and harder than it had ever been. He could no longer control himself he was moaning, loudly.

Then he came with a grunt. He dropped the phone and held his cum covered cock.

Fuck, I have to change. Jorge thought to himself.

***

"Where are you?" Flora's voice snapped through the phone. Jorge cringed. He was at work, typing away, when his phone rang. He answered right there at his desk and now he was half regretting it.

"I'm at work, love," he said to his wife. Flora clicked her tongue in displeasure.

"What're you doing there?" She questioned.

"Why do you seem so irritated? I'm confused..." Jorge looked down at his phone where her picture was with her name across the top, denoting they were on the call together.

"You think I'm stupid?"

"Honey, please?" Jorge pleaded. "What is wrong?"

"You should have been home by now, we both left at the same time and you should have been home," she huffed.

"I ran into some traffic, I ended up being a bit late. Well, then something came up and I'm still here. I don't understand why you're so upset?" Jorge said trying to keep his voice as low as possible. Most people had gone home by that time so it was okay to take the call. But he still didn't want to draw attention to himself.

There was a long silence through the phone until Flora sighed. "Sorry," she grumbled. "My period is coming up. I have dinner ready and then I was like thinking about you. When you weren't here I got upset."

"Awe you miss me," Jorge teased. He knew he was pressing his luck.

"I'm actually going to hit you," Flora said, in half jest. Jorge knew she would never actually hit him.

"No you're not. You miss me too much," he continued.

"Goodbye Jorge." Flora hung up. Jorge couldn't help but giggle as he took his Bluetooth headphones out. He continued to work until he made up the lost time of being late that morning. He was late, that part wasn't a lie. There was certainly no traffic though. Good thing their workplaces were in opposite directions.

***

Flora was not in the mood when Jorge came home from work. She told him she wanted to read her book in bed, didn't feel like socialising. Between her hormones on the rise and a bad day at work she knew she would snap at Jorge so she removed herself from the situation. His teasing did not help the situation in the least.

Jorge took this opportunity. He was almost happy he deterred his wife from spending time with him. At the very least Jorge was cognizant about how sick and twisted that thought was.

He went into the back room and pulled his laptop out. The back room of the house was an awkward size and it had these large windows that led out to the backyard. Flora and Jorge just had no clue what to do with it when they bought the house. They turned it into a secondary living room, where you could read and sit in the sun or listen to music. There was no TV in there but it was fine. Sometimes they didn't want to watch the same thing or do the same thing. It also came in handy when entering a large group of people that would split off.

Jorge decided to set his on the table in front of the couch. Usually he'd keep it close by just in case Flora was going to come in and surprise him. She had a tendency not to knock. Why does a married couple need so much privacy anyway? Jorge shuddered at the memory.

This time though he wanted to thoroughly enjoy himself. He figured he had pissed her off enough that she wouldn't be worried about coming in. Especially when she was invested in a book. Sometimes when she didn't have work she would pull all nighters to finish her fantasy novels. It wasn't something Jorge understood, but mostly because it wasn't sexual.

Sometimes Jorge wished Flora had a sexual fetish that rivalled his. Then she would understand him deep down.

He scrolled through his laptop to find something. He settled on some classic BDSM video. One with a mistress and a slave. Where she was completely demoralising and dehumanising him. Jorge was enthralled by it. The story in the porno went that she was in a position of authority but he couldn't exactly tell what she was. She was berating him for something wrong he had done. Jorge revelled in the man's humiliation.

Jorge pumped his cock. The woman had a large paddle and a pencil skirt. She had the sub bent over a desk. She looked so official as she was chastising him and beating him all at once. She soon brought in another woman who she explained to the wrongdoings of the man. Together they chastised him.

Once they were done turning his ass red the CBT started. This riled Jorge up to new levels of satisfaction.

The women had him stand with his arms behind his head while he spread his legs. They took turns then kicking him in the nuts with their heels on. One woman would say something humiliating while the other took her turn kicking him.

Something about this just sent Jorge over the edge.

"What the fuck is that?" Flora's shriek sounded through the room. At that exact moment Jorge was cumming. He turned around with his cock in his hand to see his horrified wife watch him continue cumming to CBT porn.

"It's not what it looks like," Jorge said, choking up. He let go of his now flaccid cock and slammed the laptop shut.

"It looks like I'm married to a pervert," Flora snapped.

"No. I'm sorry."

"Clean yourself up," Flora said before walking out of the room. She slammed the door shut behind her leaving Jorge alone with his own thoughts.

Jorge scrambled to get cleaned up. He wiped himself on his hands and then ran through the house to their guest bathroom. He washed his hands and splashed his face with water. His world was truly melting down around him.

***

Flora sat on the edge of her bed. She had her legs pressed together and her thumb between her teeth.

Her husband was into some...odd things. She struggled to process what she had just walked in on. Flora was willing to hear him out though. Most men were sexual freaks, it was just up to them to keep it under wraps. Jorge would not be embarrassing them. Of course she knew what BDSM was. Perhaps one day she could have asked Jorge to do a bit of role play with her, but this was beyond anything she could ever have imagined.

Deep down Flora wanted to please her husband. She knew as much, which is why she even considered doing something like role play. But she also knew Jorge shouldn't be doing things that could possibly embarrass them.

When Jorge finally came into their bedroom Flora's breath was uneven. She looked up at him. He dawned a face of shame. Like a dog who was caught eating straight from the bag, three quarters of the way down. Flora couldn't help but be slightly pleased with his embarrassment.

Good, she thought. He should be embarrassed.

Jorge stood there staring down at his wife for what felt like a lifetime. She was tense. Her legs were pressed together as if she was scared of him coming onto her. She had her fists in little balls and she looked up at him the way a vice principal would after catching you having sex in the janitor's closet. Disappointed but not surprised.

"I need you to explain yourself," Flora said to Jorge.

Jorge squirmed under her gaze. "I will explain. I'm just processing a lot right now."

"You're processing a lot? I just found out my husband is a sexual deviant," Flora snapped back.

"Okay okay. I have a thing, a few kinks, that's all. I'm not a sexual deviant. This is all done in private. Even if we did things like this together, not saying we will, but even if we did, it's not like anyone would ever know."

Flora's face relaxed after Jorge said this to her. He knew his wife well and understood how important appearances were to her. Jorge watched as she unfurled, just a little, just enough so he sat down on the bed beside her. They twisted their bodies to face one another.

"You need to be specific with me, Jorge. I understand what BDSM is but from the little I saw, I don't understand you or what you like. Please just tell me," Flora said.

This time Jorge relaxed. It was a much more pleasant response than anything he was expecting.

"I have been exploring submission, and humiliation, online, in porn," Jorge said. Flora's eyes widened. Those words acted like little lightening bolts, shocking her in their wake. Jorge knew Flora wasn't experienced in anything like that. Her knowledge of BDSM was that it existed, she probably knew about women being submissive and men being dominant, or things like fluffy handcuffs and spankings but that was the end of it. Jorge had never discussed this with her but he had a sneaking suspicion he was right.

"What would submission look like?" Flora finally said.

"It would be as good for you as it would for me. In my wildest fantasies, I would be submitting to your will. Some aspects of BDSM are sexual, for example you might punish me for cumming too quickly. But they don't have to be sexual, explicitly, like maybe if you said I had to be home by a certain time I would also receive a punishment if I was late," Jorge said.

Flora didn't respond right away. She looked up at Jorge as if the gears were turning in her mind. She slowly nodded.

"I think I understand." Flora cocked her head to the side. She ran her gaze up and down Jorge's body. He felt exposed. It was as if she was considering something but Jorge just didn't know what. Was she considering dominating him? He was biassed and he knew his wife well so he did try to frame it in a way Flora would not only understand but be receptive towards.

Jorge felt the excitement rumbling up in his gut but he did his best not to show it on his face.

"How about humiliation. What's that about?" Flora interrogated.

"Well," Jorge began. He sucked in a long breath to try and think of something good to say. How was he meant to explain such a depraved desire to someone as uptight as Flora? "It is a part of the domination. If I allow you to humiliate me it means that I am truly beneath you. Of course we are both equals, in reality, but this is fantasy I am talking about," Jorge said.

Flora again fell silent. It was as if she didn't care that Jorge was an anxious mess. Or perhaps she was doing it on purpose to torture him. Jorge couldn't be sure either way. He understood at least that this was a lot of new information for her. But each silence, each pause, each deliberation felt like an eternity. He thought at any moment she might just divorce him on the spot.

That wasn't rational thinking, of course. Flora wasn't the kind of person to demand a divorce. No. That would be so embarrassing. Flora was the kind of woman that would take Jorge's internet access away, or, put kid controls on the house wifi so he couldn't look at porn. She would make them go to couples counselling. She would shame him during those sessions with the counsellor. She would blame it on him being a man, and she would probably start fucking him a whole lot more to patch the weird kink sized hole in their relationship.

Deep down Jorge knew what kind of woman his wife was, yet, he convinced himself she would just break up with him. Perhaps because that was the less painful of the two options.

"I think I would be open to it."

Jorge blinked and his mouth fell open like a fish. Flora showed no emotions. He tried to read her see what she was thinking but she just stared back.

"You mean it?"

"I do. But don't take this the wrong way and think it will be an all the time thing. This will be occasional. A way to spice up our sex life and a way for me to please my husband. That is important to me as a wife," Flora explained.

"You've made me so happy," Jorge blurted. Flora chuckled at him and slid across the bed until their thighs were touching.

"I think I have to punish you," Flora stumbled through her sentence. Jorge's heart fluttered in his chest. He felt so lucky.

"Why, my love?"

"You stayed back at the house when you said you would be leaving. Then you weren't home at the same time as me," Flora said.

"How do you know I stayed back?"

"I didn't, not until you admitted it to me just now." She gave Jorge a coy smile. His eyes widened. "What were you doing here exactly?"

"I was masturbating," he admitted.

"And that's why you need to be punished. You're a lying masturbator."

"Are you going to punish me now, or later?" Jorge asked. His breath was growing ragged. He couldn't believe how she got into it right away nor how well this was going. In his mind at least this was probably the best possible outcome. Well, besides her jumping right in and deciding to be his full time domme, that is.

"I'm exhausted, Jorge. Considering it's saturday tomorrow we will do it then. You can wake me up with breakfast. Then we can do some role play," Flora half suggested half demanded.

Jorge was nothing but eager. "Of course my love."

***

Jorge woke up with his cock so hard he thought it might explode. He was stewing all night and allowed his mind to take control. He fantasised about his wife as they laid in bed side by side. He fell asleep thinking about things he knew would not come to fruition.

Even though it was Saturday and Flora was still asleep Jorge knew he couldn't masturbate. Not this morning. No. This morning he had clear instructions to make his wife breakfast. He almost came in his boxers just thinking about the word instructions.

One odd bathroom trip later and some ice cold water splashed onto his face Jorge calmed down just enough to go make some breakfast. His depraved mind ran a million miles a minute through the whole process. It took him a while too as he knew he had to make Flora a cooked breakfast.

He decided on poached eggs, worried she would turn her nose up at fried eggs. A few broken yolks later and he managed to get two perfectly poached eggs into a plate. Next, he made her pancakes, cinnamon sugar pancakes to be exact. He then air-fried some bacon for her and made Flora a coffee as she liked it.

By the time Jorge was done, Flora was walking into the kitchen rubbing her eyes. She looked down at her plate on the kitchen island and smiled.