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Click hereThen her tone changed to happy and gleeful and she said, "Have a great weekend, I certainly will!" And with that I watched as my wife went up the walkway to her lover's house.
It was a weekend filled with frustration and mixed emotions for me. I cleaned like a mad man to try and distract myself. Susan didn't come home until almost 9pm on Sunday. She looked radiant; she had obviously had a wonderful weekend. I didn't ask her about it, but she looked at me and said, "It was possibly the best weekend of my life. Patrick and I truly became lovers. And he booked us a weekend away at a couple's spa for out next date. He is an amazing man!"
I nodded and looked at her, then looked at my groin, and she laughed, "Oh right. But you know what, I am tired, it is late, and need to get organized for work, so let's postpone that one more day and make it a dinner and cuckold pleasures himself date tomorrow evening. You will wait one more day, right?"
"I am your cuckold; I will do as you ask."
"Yes, you will, won't you! I am going to shower, get a couple of things set for work, and head to bed." And with that she left me standing there frustrated and unsatisfied. I too changed and was lying in bed when she came. She was wearing comfy pajamas, the kind you wear with a long-time husband. She climbed in bed, kissed me a quick peck, and turned out the light. A moment later she said to me, "The house looks great. Thank you, baby."
"My pleasure." And I meant it as I ignored my sexual frustration and enjoyed that I had made my wife happy. I slept well, and yes by 7 pm the next evening I was granted relief, once again making a big mess on the kitchen floor.
The spa weekend and the Chicago weekend played out similarly. I was denied pleasure while they explored even greater levels with each other. Each time, Susan gave me her phone. I drove her to Patrick's both weekends, and even picked her up after the spa weekend. We made the Monday dinner a thing, and I was waiting on her return from Chicago and looking forward to tomorrow's dinner.
She arrived home, after 9pm again, and we had our usual short evening and full workday on Monday. After dinner on Monday, she let me stroke and cum as she told me the story of Patrick taking her in the big walk-in shower in their room at the downtown Ritz-Carlton. After she gave me a little time to recover, she informed me that the next stage of our adventure was about to begin.
"Patrick is taking us to lunch at the Park Club tomorrow. Meet us in the lobby at 12:15. He thinks it is time we all get together and work out our future arrangements. I agree."
"Am I still going to have a wife after lunch?"
"Yes silly, you can't be a cuckold without a wife! And you still want to be my cuckold, don't you baby?"
"Yes, honey. I like being your cuckold."
"I know you do baby. And I love my little cuckold."
"Any idea what Patrick wants tomorrow?"
"I know some of it, but you will have to wait. He did say he has gifts for both of us. Plus, we have never been to the Park Club. It will be really exciting. Come 'on, baby, come to bed and snuggle with me and we can both fall asleep thinking about all the great adventures we have ahead of us."
And that is what we did. Although she probably slept better than I. I spent much of the next couple of hours wondering what was in store for me. I finally accepted that I would find out tomorrow and that as my beautiful wife's cuckold, my future would be what she and her lover tell me it will be. After that I slept well. I rose early and left for work to get ahead of the day before lunch.
About 11:30 am I got a text from Susan: Is my cuckold ready for lunch and what follows?
I responded truthfully. I am your proud and happy cuckold. I will follow wherever you lead.
She sent me back a smiley face, a heart, and two devil emojis. I was guessing it represented the ratio that would define my future. I simply sent her a heart in return and focused on finishing what work I could. I got the feeling I might not be coming back to work that day.
To be continued...
- COMMENTS
HighBrowabout 1 year agoI have never read any fact or fiction sicker or more brutally depressing or hopeless than this Femdom agitprop.
Anonymousover 1 year agoThats right, just snuggle and cuddle with the woman you love, resigning yourself to the calm certainty that whatever happens, you're wrapped around her finger, and another man's cock is in her hands. She has the situation under control, with or without you. Vagina decides. Vagina decides who the Number One is. Your wife decides which man is best. Your role is to honor that decision and slurp.
TonyBeetsabout 2 years agoLike the story, but appreciate your prologue message to the haters a little more. Glad you're able to keep writing given the deranged commentors. Hopefully the negative posters below will soon be standing trial for their involvement in the January 6th attack and be locked up away from their keyboards.
NVDiceGuyover 2 years agoIt is obvious you enjoy writing in the weak cuckold style of inevitability. You do acknowledge the struggle but the total caving in of the cuckold does make it difficult to stomach. This story is more participatory than your ithers but we will see if it degrades to unbelievability
Whackdoodleover 2 years agoHere’s the problem: she does what Patrick wants, 24/7 and allows it to impact her marriage BUT her husband is not allowed to make any demands on her relationship with her lover.
This is not a marriage, it is room mates.
RanDog025over 2 years agoJust another cuck shit story, if that's what you like, score say's different.
Anonymousabout 3 years agoThat there are people who think this is realistic and relatable gives evidence to those who believe Western society has become corrupt and must be destroyed.
BigDee44about 3 years ago“...support my sexual satisfaction and my relationship with...” Uh, sexual satisfaction, but what is this relationship business? I wpould like to see the Vick’s keep a diary of their emotional roller coaster. Or share ‘this story’ with the wife. And why do Vick’s give the power of defining what ‘makes them happy’ (visualize an erection) to other people? I think there could be an interesting scene where the cuck realizes that control is an important feature of attractions during just loses his temper, spanking the bitch and giving her what she wants. He could also step up and vigorously give her the things he IS capable of giving her, or losing her will be the foregone conclusion.
maddictabout 3 years agoWell done you are pushing all of the righteously frustrating buttons of lust or loss
grizzley123about 3 years agoAuthorThanks for all the comments. (Both Chapter 1 and 2)
To those that disliked the topic - what can I say, It was clearly labeled, you read it, that's not on me.
To those that pointed out that I had some sloppiness and bad grammar - my apologies, you are right and I should do better.
The story itself... I think I rushed this story (also accounts for some of the sloppiness), it literally just spilled out of me. I wish now that I would have taken more time to develop the characters and better capture the emotion of a cuckold experience. But simultaneously, I am not a huge fan of the long stories that get posted here. I like a story that captures the feel of a situation, moves along, and thus likely exaggerates the situation and characters, substituting pacing for depth. Oh, and I like a story that has sex, I mean this is Literotica and all.
Chapter 3, should hit tomorrow. I wrap the story up. I imagine some of you will like the last installment, some won't. I enjoyed writing this short series, and hope you enjoyed reading it.
One last thought... I am not my characters. I have published over 50 stories, I am not entirely any of my characters. Each character is connected to me and offers me a chance to play with themes and ideas that many find taboo. I enjoy that. But I don't need mental health services anymore than the next person, and I am no weirder or degenerate than average. I think some of you forget that these stories are fiction, not documentaries. Cheers to you and whatever level of weirdness you bring to the world. Wear it with pride!
Anonymousabout 3 years agoWhat can i say.. this story ...this author..is the sympthom of a cruel and very inhumane world we live in and people we've become..why read this story then?...beacuse it unavoidable..like reading the news where the husdand brutalises his wife.. it would be a terrible article but we have to read it to detetmine how our fellow man behaves and as ad warning. This cuckold is like the abused victim that retirns to the abuser.. thinking he or she has free will....like this we will contine to denegrade and be even more cruel to each other ....and of coure we'll ne doing it with a happy bright beautiful smile
....remember ppl mental today is equally important as physical help....hopes the cuckold gets help....plzzzzzz author restore the man....his sexual prowess did not make him less of man
..you did....now you must redeem him....plzzzzzz...thnx
Anonymousabout 3 years agoThis is a typical cuck story. Sadly you are cutting the husbands balls off of him. Its to hubbies credit that he is going to stand by his word to his wife. Just a shame that she is going to destroy a good man, and their marriage by the way she is treating him
It would be fitting if on her next weekend away, that hubby woke up and packed up and left her with no trace of where he was going
Let her come home to an empty and loveless house.
Anonymousabout 3 years agoWith the very first line written, "My wife had her first date with her boss, and on Tuesday night.", you can't convince me that you actually read your work prior to posting. Others attack you for writing your fantasies, while I support you in that, but I cannot defend your carelessness toward your own work . And on Tuesday night?
