Defcon Five

Author's Note: This is a tale of a resilient woman with a less assertive husband who, unwillingly, becomes entangled in her fantasy realm. In the past, similar narratives I've written have garnered negative reactions from some male readers. If you hold the perspective that a man compelled into a cuckold experience should resort to violence, this story might not align with your preferences. I want to warn you that the content may not be to your liking.

For readers outside the United States, it's important to note that the term "Defcon" is utilized by the US military to denote a series of alert levels, with Defcon Five being the least concerning and Defcon One the most severe. However, in this story, I've chosen to invert this hierarchy, making Defcon Five the most critical. I apologize to my military friends who may find this deviation disconcerting; it just felt more fitting for the narrative.

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Three men sat at the bar, their eyes fixed on the worn-out counter, reminiscing about the days when they "owned" the place. Five years ago, they were college students sitting in these same seats at least two nights a week. These seats had been carefully chosen back when they were in school as they had a clear view of the door where they could easily evaluate every college girl who walked in.

Chris and Tom rarely showed up these days. Both had married soon after graduation and Tom had a baby that kept him close to home most nights. Billy was the only one not tied down. He at least pretended to enjoy his freedom although being single wasn't quite what it used to be.

Billy noticed her first as the couple walked into the bar. "Hot babe at the door," he said just as he used to call out in his younger days. Tom and Chris turned for a look as the couple cleared the doorway. "Oh shit, Chris, it's your wife!" Tom whispered.

Chris could only look down at his beer. He didn't want to look at the couple as they moved to a booth in the back. Moments later, his phone, sitting in the bar, started to buzz. All three could see the message from his wife on the screen.

"Whiskey on the rocks and a white wine, please."

The two guys stared at Chris in amazement. It was Billy who finally spoke. "Oh fuck, you're a cuckold!"

Chris just stared at the bar. Right then he knew what was happening. They had reached Defcon Five.

One year earlier....

Chris and Norah lay in bed on a Saturday morning in their small one-bedroom apartment. They loved their place. It didn't have a lot of room. Beyond the bedroom, there was one bath and a small hallway that extended to the living room and was seamlessly connected to an open kitchen. There wasn't room for guests; that was okay with them. They liked being alone in their tiny home.

That morning, Chris was thinking how happy he was. What he had heard about marriages wasn't true. His friends had said that you have as much sex in your first year as you do for the rest of your life. Here he was a good four years into his marriage and his naked wife was quietly leaning into him gently caressing him with her hand as she nibbled on his ear.

This was a typical Saturday morning for the duo. There was no work to get up for and nothing was pressing. Chris knew what was coming; hot talk and sex. He didn't need the talk. Norah's hand on his balls was plenty for him. She loved the sex talk. He always saw how she would get hotter and hotter as she explained some crazy fantasy to him.

Norah adored the way her mind controlled her body. Back in her single days, she would write out her fantasies so that she could read them over and over again. She chose to write them in a composition book partly because she didn't understand the cloud and didn't trust her phone to keep these secret writings private. There was also something special about having her stories written down on paper.

Alone at night she would pull her book from its hiding place next to her bed and read it until she had to drop it to move her fingers to her pussy. It wouldn't take long before the waves of ecstasy would flow up toward her breasts and down to her toes relaxing her whole body and often putting her to sleep.

The notebook was set aside when she met Chris. She had other lovers before him but he was the first that she connected to. She didn't know why this was. Physically Chris wasn't her "dream guy." He wasn't the kind to throw her down on the bed and fuck her so hard that she wouldn't be able to move the next day. Those guys were only in her notebook. Chris was a gentle lover, a virgin when they met, whose every move was meant to give her pleasure. He regularly started with his tongue between her legs which often led to the first of many orgasms she would have in a given night.

This particular Saturday morning she leaned her naked body against his arm, first fondling his balls and then pressing her palm against his ever-hardening cock. As she touched him she whispered into his ear the fantasy that had been running through her head for the past few weeks. "What if I met a guy at work and he was really hot and he was big and muscular? What if he gave me a hug that turned me on? Would you be jealous?"

Chris couldn't respond immediately. He lay there feeling her pressing tighter against him as she spoke. He had no desire to play the jealousy game but that didn't matter now. He would enjoy the feelings in his crotch that would have him pumping inside her shortly. He reached out and caressed her breast.

"I want him to fuck me, Christopher," she continued. Norah always called him by his proper name when they were making love. Today, in her mind, Stephen, a man she knew at work, was about to fuck her right in front of Chris. There was some strange thrill about being watched by her husband. It was not a fantasy she had had before and it turned her on so hard that she jumped atop Chris and couldn't wait to have him inside her.

Chris was surprised by the speed of her action but had no complaints as his penis slid deeply into her. Within minutes he felt the intense pleasure of his fluids pounding through his penis and into her womb.

Later, as they lay quietly in bed, Norah kept thinking about why openly cheating on Chris with Stephen was such a turn-on for her. She wanted to put it out of her mind but she couldn't seem to do so. Was it Stephen that she wanted or was she wanting to control her husband's emotions? She honestly didn't know.

Norah had been in lust with Stephen ever since she was promoted to a position that brought her up to the 4th floor where she saw him regularly. Stephen was more like the guys in her fantasy stories. He was over six feet tall, with arms that looked like they could crush anything in sight. She often imagined him pulling her tight into him, her breasts being pressed into a chest that was equally as hard as his arms.

Just a week earlier, Stephen had announced that he was leaving the company. Having been recruited by a firm across town, Norah considered the possibility that she might never see him again. She couldn't let that happen. On her way home that night she stopped at a store and picked up a composition book. It was time to start writing again.

Chris was also thinking about that morning's pillow talk. Of course, he had no idea that she was thinking about a specific man at work. Norah had never mentioned Stephen to him. He only thought about the idea of someone else screwing his wife. The thought both sickened and excited him.

Later that morning, Norah and Chris sat on the living room couch. The TV droned on with a cable news network, but the two of them paid it no mind, engrossed in their phones. Norah was shopping for shoes while Chris was reading about cuckolding.

Chris looked up at Norah, "You don't really want to have sex with someone else, do you?"

Norah froze. She hadn't expected that question. She continued to stare at the shoes in her shopping cart to give herself time to figure out how to respond. Finally, she said, "Do you want me to?"

"Ahh, no, I don't think so," he replied.

Norah put down her phone and moved closer to him on the couch. She felt content that he was thinking about it even if he wasn't explicitly expressing a desire for it. She pressed her breasts against his arm and rested her hand on his inner thigh. "You know that I love only you, right?"

"Yeah, I know, and I love you too. I wouldn't want to lose you."

"What if you knew you weren't going to lose me?" she asked as her palm moved higher on his leg.

"I suppose..." his sentence dropped off as her fingers reached his balls. His head fell back against the cushions as Norah reached for his buckle. Moments later his pants were down at his knees and Norah's mouth was hovering over his erect penis.

He felt her breath as she drew away and asked, "So you love me, Christopher?"

"Yes. Yes," he responded as her mouth sucked him in, forming a vacuum in his hardened cock. He could feel the back of her throat against his tip.

He felt her pull away just as he most needed her. Her mouth now freed she looked up at him and asked, "Would you trust me with another man, Christopher?"

His mind was confused. He wanted nothing more than to have her mouth back on his member. "Oh God, Yes! I trust you!" He screamed as his cock pumped the air near her mouth. She latched back on just as his penis began to pump its juices. Just then Norah knew that while Chris wasn't quite there yet, she was pretty sure she would be able to move him along.

Later in the day when Chris was off playing basketball with his buddies, Norah pulled out her composition book and curled up in the coach. She titled her story DEFCON FIVE and began to write.

Upon Chris' return home, she had not only finished her story she had also brought herself to multiple orgasms. Was she ready to share her story with her husband? Was she going to be able to pull this off?

That evening she made a special dinner for Chris. She picked out all his favorite foods and even bought a pie for dessert. Chris was a sucker for a good apple pie.

After dinner was done Norah suggested that they move to the living room. Chris hesitated, "shouldn't we clean up first?" he asked.

"I'll do the dishes," she responded. "I have something I want you to read."

A puzzled expression crossed Chris' face. "Read?" he asked.

"Yeah, something I wrote."

"I didn't know you wrote," Chris was even more confused.

"Well, I do. Or I used to. Well, I do now. Look, just read it. OK?" she said as she delivered her book to him and quickly disappeared into the kitchen so as not to see Chris' reaction to her work.

Meanwhile, Chris was reading Norah's story and wondering what to make of it. Was she trying to get him turned on? She had brought up sleeping with someone right before they made love this morning. And when he brought it up later, she almost immediately gave him a blow job. Something was up with Norah.

"Done," he yelled toward the kitchen. Norah, freshly done with the dishes, dried her hands and returned to the living room, unsure of what to expect.

"You didn't finish it," he said as she sat down next to him.

"What do you mean?" she asked even though she knew exactly what he was saying.

"It is titled Defcon Five and it only went to Defcon Four."

"Oh that," she responded. She couldn't tell him what Defcon Five was because she knew that if she shared what was in her head he would never agree to any of it. "Besides, we would never get that far anyway," she thought to herself.

"You're right. I guess I should change the title," she said aloud, "but what do you think, do you want to do it?"

"What?" Chris responded somewhat in shock. "You mean for real?"

This was when Norah had planned to start rubbing against him to get him excited but she couldn't do it. She couldn't even look at him. This might be just too much. "Uh, yeah, for real," she said, ignoring her feelings and staring at the floor.

"You want to go out and have sex with some guy while I sit around the house waiting for you?"

It was now or never. Norah had to act quickly or her plan would quickly fall apart. She looked up and stared into his eyes hoping for that special twinkle that he always had before they had sex. When it wasn't there she moved onto his lap facing him and put her hands gently on his neck. With her legs spread on either side of him, she pressed herself into him and rubbed until she felt the desired reaction.

"I love you, Christopher. You and I both know that. This wouldn't change. I even think it would strengthen our love for each other."

"But how? How will this make us stronger?" he asked, trying to keep his mind away from the attention that Norah's body was giving him.

Norah's moved her face even closer to his. He could feel her breath against his lips. "Me having sex with someone else will remind me of how much I want you. You will see that if you agree to this. After one time, I probably will only want to be with you."

"But what about Defcon Two through Four?" he asked, still concerned.

"Oh, that is just fantasy," she lied in response. She had to get Chris to phase one.

"Who would it be?" Chris asked. Norah took the question as a good sign and continued her ministrations against his crotch.

"There is this guy at work..."

"No! No way. Not someone at your work," he interrupted.

"Wait Christopher, hear me out," She continued, moving closer to him. "It's a guy who just quit. I will probably never see him again."

"So you'll have sex with him and never see him again?"

Norah had to be careful here. She didn't want him to think it would be just a one-night thing. Her Defcon story suggested that this would go on for a while. "As soon as this little thing is over it will be you and me again," she lied again as she started to unbuckle his pants.

Soon they were naked and she had returned to his lap where she sat facing him with her legs around his thighs and her breasts pressing into his chest. She nibbled on his neck as she said, "What do you think, are we in for this, Christopher?"

Chris surprised her. She anticipated that in the heat of passion, he would simply say yes. Instead, he stopped and said, "We need a code word, you know if we want this thing to stop."

"You mean like a safeword?"

"Yeah, like that. Something that would tell you to cut it off immediately and come back to me."

"Yeah, we can do that," Norah responded. She leaned forward and began nibbling on his ear, a move that always turned him on. "How about earlobe?" She whispered in her sexiest voice.

With that, the deal was done. He agreed wholeheartedly and they consummated the agreement by making passionate love on the living room couch.

DEFCON ONE

They didn't talk about the plan for a few days though both were thinking about it constantly. Chris rotated back and forth between thinking it was a giant mistake and getting excited imagining Norah with another man. When he was alone he would say 'earlobe' aloud as if it was his only key to safety.

Norah was busy with logistics. She had to find a way to get close to Stephen. It so happened that things fell into place quite easily. Shortly after Stephen left the office, a group made a plan to go out for drinks. The word was that Stephen was going to join them. She knew that this might be her only chance to make her plan work.

She didn't tell Chris about it right away. Too much time thinking about it might scare him into using his safeword before the plan got started. She waited until the morning of the party to break the news to him.

They lay in bed that morning having been woken by their alarm. They were both still naked from their lovemaking the previous night. Chris rolled over to get out of bed when Norah grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back.

"Today is the day," she said quietly.

Chris had no idea what she was talking about. "What day?" he asked.

"Defcon One," she said as she hopped out of bed. She was too scared to even look at him. She feared he would say no or yell "earlobe."

But he didn't stop her. He lay in bed until she returned from the bathroom. "Is it the guy from work?" he asked.

"You know this, Chris. I used to work with him. He's gone now."

"What's his name?"

"Stephen."

"So what's going to happen?"

"A bunch of us is gathering after work. He is joining us and I plan to seduce him."

"How do you know it will work; you know, you seducing him?"

Norah gave him a sexy smile. "Did it work when I seduced you?"

Chris turned red and shook his head.

"I still got it, Christopher. I can charm the pants right off a man," she said as she stepped into her dress.

Chris noticed that she was dressed a bit nicer than usual. He knew that her clothing choice was connected to her plans for the night.

As they ate a quick breakfast, Norah told Chris that she would be home by one in the morning. She expressly stated that she wanted him to stay up and wait for her.

As she was leaving she said, "You got the night to yourself, young man. Watch all the porn you want. No masturbating though. I am going to need to make love to my husband when I come home!" With that, she leaned over and gave him a deep-mouthed kiss before disappearing out the door.

Chris sat at the kitchen table in shock. So this was really happening. It was going to be a long unproductive day at work.

His prediction was right. Chris got little done at work that day. He spent much of the day worrying about himself, his wife, and their marriage. What was this going to do to them? He decided that he had to have faith in Norah. She always knew what she was doing.

Across town in her office, Norah was also nervous. She had messaged Stephen earlier in the day and told him she was looking forward to seeing him tonight. She included a little heart emoji at the end of her text. A few minutes later she got a response. An emoji of a beer with the comment, I owe you one. She thought for a moment and then responded.

"Thinking about a job change. Want to talk with you about it."

A response came back immediately, "Yeah, let's talk over that beer."

Her plan was moving forward nicely.

Both Norah and Chris were used to having nights at home alone. Each had their own set of friends, and it wasn't uncommon for one of them to be at home, having a frozen meal or leftovers from the previous night. This night seemed far from normal for Chris though. He arrived at his empty house knowing that later on in the evening his wife of four years would be in bed with another man. He couldn't get that thought out of his head.

He watched the news as he ate dinner and then feeling depressed from all the world events, he moved to a show he had been bingeing. One episode led to another until the season was finished. He was pleased that he had spent three hours not thinking about Norah and this guy Stephen. It was then that he started wondering where she was. Still at the bar with him? At his home? Could she even be in a bar bathroom having sex in a stall? "No," he thought, "Norah wasn't that kind of girl."

He pulled out his phone, wanting so badly to message her but willing himself not to do so. He just wanted her to think about him for a minute. Instead of putting his phone down he cut over to his favorite porn site and cast his phone to the big screen TV in front of him. She had told him to watch porn, so, what the hell?

He pulled up the cuckold category without thinking and listened to some rude women telling him that his penis was too small or that he was a wimp. He hated those videos of women talking to the camera about what they did with other men. Then he flipped to a video of a man with an exceptionally attractive wife. He was on a couch and she was talking to him like he was a little child, telling him that her new boyfriend was about to appear and he had better get used to him because he was going to be around a lot.