The Audio Cuckold

It was over an hour before Stef finally came downstairs. She made herself a coffee, and then walked into the living room. Her hair was damp after showering, and she wore her short robe with heeled slippers. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Ron said,

"So, has your inner slut been satisfied, Stef? You're a 36 year old wife and mother, for Christ's sake."

Stef sat in an armchair and crossed her legs as she replied,

"So, you expect me to go back to a small dick that cums in 2 minutes? I need a big cock that can do me for hours, and big balls that can produce huge amounts of hot spunk. I'm afraid there are going to be some changes, whether you can handle them or not."

"What does that mean?" Asked Ron, suddenly apprehensive.

"My relationship with Ryan will continue. We're in love, but it won't really change our arrangement. You've been a good provider and father. If you can't handle that, you'll have to leave. But, the day after you go, Ryan will move in. He might move in, anyway. We'll see. If you can handle it, you'll be eating plenty of cream pies. I'll keep you satisfied with hand jobs. And sometimes you'll get to watch Ryan fucking the shit out of me," Replied Stef, plainly.

Ron began to perspire, as he listened to Stef continue,

"You might get to watch me having a threesome with Ryan and Mark. I know Mark's an asshole, big headed and obnoxious, but he really turns me on. If he comes over, you'll have to submit to the superiority of a real man. If you don't, he'll probably beat you into submission. If you're lucky, Trish and Liz might feed you cream pies, too. Does all that sound amenable to you Ron?"

Stef was grinning as she asked the question. Ron was aware that his dick was throbbing again. He imagined the future she'd described...watching incredible sex, eating cream pies, maybe from all 3 sluts. But, what about that bastard Mark? That fucker was scary. All Ron had to do was bow down to him and accept his superiority. That was no big deal, Mark was clearly a superior man, after all. Finally, he cleared his throat and mumbled,

"Yeah, I can live with that."