The Proposal Pt. 01

I tried to look away, but Martin caught me glancing at him. He started stroking it a bit with his soapy hand and gave me a little smirk. Now I knew why he always wore baggy sweatpants. Standard workout shorts couldn't possibly contain that one-eyed monster. My face must have shown my embarrassment, but he said nothing as I averted my gaze.

During the next several weeks my curiosity about cuckolding led me to research the subject deeper. I found there were websites dedicated solely to this freaky lifestyle. The practice of cuckolding seemed to include a variety of things from just pure fantasy play, to other fetishes like humiliation and bondage. I avoided discussing the subject any further with Martin, but it wasn't easy to put out of my mind.

As time passed, the gym memberships grew—partly because of Martin's ultra-popular exercise class and his individual training. We offered him a full-time job with a significant raise. He accepted our offer and quit his volunteer harbor patrol job to work exclusively with us. Martin and I continued our weight training together. With my coaching, his body was balanced enough to enter a competition. For his first tournament, he did surprisingly well at fourth place. His physique was tight enough to place in top three, but his posing was amateurish and sloppy.

We never again discussed his love life. Eventually, I was able to put it mostly to the back of my mind, but occasionally those thoughts would pop up, usually when Allie and I were in the grips of passionate sex, I'd picture myself as Martin. I couldn't help but mentally compare myself to him, wondering if size really mattered. Of course, I couldn't share any of those freaky fantasies with Allie. I wondered if this was common among other husbands.

Martin occasionally would have dinner out with us. It was usually a casual business dinner, where we'd discuss things like future expansions. At the time, we were only using half of our industrial space and we discussed the merits of adding a lap pool or racquetball courts. I couldn't say we were good friends, but we were all friendly and comfortable with each other.

Then, one evening while we were hanging out and having some light conversation, out of nowhere Allie asked, "Martin, did you know that you were in the same high school graduation class as Jason?"

Martin looked at me first and replied, "Yes, I'm aware."

True to form, he said nothing else. It was clear this was not something he wanted to discuss. His silence seemed to frustrate Allie, and she wouldn't be denied. I could feel the inevitable torrential downpour of questions building up in her, so before the dam burst, I placed my hand on hers and squeezed it.

She was about to say something when I interrupted her, "It wasn't a big school, but we ran in different crowds, right, Martin?"

"Yeah... different crowds," he almost whispered, looking down.

I glared at Allie and used the zip-it motion across my lips, signaling for her to shut up.

"I have to go," Martin said abruptly. "I'll see you tomorrow." He was gone in a flash.

My wife stared me down and defiantly said, "I don't appreciate you shutting me up like some schoolgirl."

"I was just trying to diffuse a potentially uncomfortable situation. Martin is a very private person and you were pushing him past his comfort zone."

"I think I was doing him a favor by breaking him out of his shell."

"Doing him a favor? Really, Allie? I think you were just trying to satisfy your curiosity."

"A guy like him shouldn't be so elusive."

"A guy like him? What do you mean?"

"You know... he's good looking and, well... a sexy guy. He needs to loosen up or he'll never find a girl," she said, slurring her words. Allie never could hold her liquor.

"You're saying he's sexy?"

"Hell yeah! I'm married, but I'm not blind."

"What makes you think he doesn't have a girl?" I asked.

"Well, he never talks about girls, for one, and secondly... do you think he's gay?"

I laughed and said, "Why would you think that?"

"He never flirts with me," she replied, trying to gain her balance as she stood.

"So that's your criteria? If a guy doesn't hit on you, he's gay?" I asked, taking her arm and helping her to the car.

"I didn't say that... in today's world it's just..."

"I think I can safely say he's not into guys. Is that what you want? For him to hit on you?"

She punched my shoulder and said, "Pervert! Of course not."

*****

The next morning, Allie groaned as she sat at the table with her head in her hands. She looked at me with squinted eyes and said, "Oh my God, I think I'm going to die. Why the hell did you let me drink so much?"

"Somehow I knew this would be my fault," I said, pushing a coffee mug toward her.

"Of course, it is! Isn't that a husband's role? Tell the truth, did I make a fool of myself?"

"Truth?"

Allie gasped. "Oh God... I did, didn't I?"

"It wasn't your finest hour, sweetie. Get your rest today, I've got work at the gym."

"I'll be down after I pull this spike out of my head."

I kissed her on her forehead and headed off to the gym. When I arrived, I found Martin in a heated discussion with a man in the parking lot. From what I could hear, it seemed like he was trying to calm him down. The middle-aged balding guy was about fifty pounds lighter than Martin, so I was sure he didn't need my help. As I came closer, I could hear bits and pieces of what the man was saying.

"You, asshole... you lied to me! You said it wouldn't interfere..."

There was something vaguely familiar about him; I just couldn't place it. I nodded at Martin as I passed and unlocked the entrance. As I turned on the lights, I booted the computer while Martin continued his heated discussion. I was folding towels when he finally came in. He went directly to the office and checked the training schedule. He then came over and said his 7am was canceled and asked if there were any pressing jobs to do.

"What was all that about?" I asked. "That guy seemed pretty pissed."

"It was nothin—just the hazard of my lifestyle. He'll get over it."

"Unhappy husband?"

"Yeah, you might say that. His wife is pushing too hard. I told her she was rushing it and that he isn't ready yet. Most husbands don't have a clue what their wives are capable of. They live in a fantasy bubble of their own creation, and when it pops... well, you saw the result out there."

Realizing that he'd shared more with me in the last ten minutes than he had since I met him, made me wonder why. I decided to drop it but ruminated on his words.

Do husbands really have a clear picture of what their wives are capable of?

We decided to work our upper body that day. My coaching was really paying off for Martin. His definition had much improved, and his massive upper body was more balanced by reducing his almost comical bulky biceps. We continued to work out, making light conversation. Since Sunday was only half-day, I asked Martin to go have a drink with me to celebrate our best month the gym ever had. We took separate showers because I didn't really want to see his junk again.

*****

We met at the Lighthouse bar and grill and ordered a couple light beers. Neither one of us drank very much because alcohol didn't work into our training regimen. We talked about the remodeling plans at first. I was impressed with his knowledge of construction.

"Can I ask you something personal?" I asked.

"I suppose you're going to ask no matter what, so ask away."

"Since you shared about, uh... you know..."

"Cuckolding?"

"Yeah, that... I've been doing some research and I can't figure it out."

"Whoa, you're researching cuckolding? That's usually how it starts." He chuckled.

"No... I was just thinking..."

"Plant a seed and it grows, but only if it is in fertile soil. I think you're as fertile as they come. I can tell."

"You've got it wrong. I... I was just curious, that's all," I said, feeling flush like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"What is it you can't figure out? It's really not complicated. I fuck the wives and their husbands get off on me doing it. So... are you thinking about having Allie cuckold you?"

"What? No fucking way! Why would you even say that?"

"Why? There's only one reason a guy asks about cuckolding, and that's because he's fantasizing about doing it but not sure if he wants it to become a reality. Once you cross the threshold and become a cuck, there is no turning back. You can't change your mind. Taking things from fantasy would be a new beginning for both of you. If you feel ready, then you'll want to be fully prepared for what is coming."

How could he know I've been fantasizing about it? I felt exposed. All I wanted to do was stop this conversation and run.

Martin seemed to notice my distress and said, "Don't beat yourself up, Jason. It's a common fantasy. This isn't my first rodeo. I've had this same conversation dozens of times. Just so you know, a very small percentage of guys that have these thoughts ever go through with it."

"I'm not saying that I actually want this. Besides, Allie would never go for it—she would probably divorce me if I even suggested it. I was just curious, not crazy. Allie is strictly a one-man woman."

"You might be surprised. Would you like to see if she's at least receptive to it? Just let me push her parameters a bit. You don't have to say or do anything. With your permission, I'll take care of everything. Seduction is a very slow and methodical process. Remember you have total control. You say stop, it's stopped. Don't fret, even if she is receptive, you'll still be in charge."

I was speechless, sweating profusely. I couldn't believe I was even discussing this and didn't know what to say. I was confronted with something I had never even considered before. What was I thinking?

After some thought, I murmured, "Just so we're clear... if I say no, it's off?"

"Yep. It stops anytime you want," Martin replied. "From what I see, Allie loves you very much and probably would never succumb to my advances. In that case, you'll know she's yours and yours alone. So, what do you say? Yes or no?"

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt as long as I can stop it. I don't think I want to actually to go through with it, but I am curious to what her response would be."

A wide smile appeared on his face. "Okay, I can work with that. The game is on. I think this could be fun for all of us."

*****

As the days passed, I saw nothing new transpire between Martin and Allie—certainly, nothing sexual. However, I did notice a few small things like how they seemed to talk more frequently. One time I saw Allie laughing while she was talking with him. Her laughter seemed a bit too animated to be genuine, though. You know, the kind of laugh a woman gives when she's flirting. I also noticed she started asking for Martin's assistance with things that she had previously had me do. But all in all, I saw no major changes from our normal routine.

Then, one evening as we were cleaning up from dinner, Allie said, "We signed a new member today who wanted to join Marty's workout class. Her profile said she's married but I was sure I saw Marty kissing her as she left the gym. Isn't that strange?"

"Marty?" I said, a bit confused. "When did you start calling him that?"

"I'm not sure. I told him that Martin seemed so formal. Anyway, I was asking you about him kissing a married woman. What do you think?"

"I think whomever he kisses is his business, Allie. Why should him kissing someone bother you? You were the one who was concerned about his lack of a girlfriend, remember? Are you jealous?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Why would you suggest that?"

"I was kidding. I just thought you and Marty seemed kind of chummy lately."

She grinned and bumped me with her hip while saying, "I think it's you who's jealous."

"Hmmm, do I have anything to be jealous about?" I asked, holding her by the shoulders and looking in her eyes.

"No, there's nothing. Except, he did ask if we could hold our Friday meeting at the Watering Hole. He said they have a live band on Friday and asked if I liked to dance."

"It sounds like he's asking you out on a date."

She punched my shoulder and said, "Pervert! You've got a dirty mind."

I pulled her toward the bedroom saying, "That's right, and I'm going to show you just how perverted I can be."

Allie slipped off her spandex top and tossed it to the side, with her athletic bra following close behind. Once in the bedroom, we attacked each other like combatants. Our sex seemed urgent; foreplay was reserved for another time that was less hurried. Our lust reduced us to two individuals seeking selfish satisfaction. After I yanked her leotards off, I paused to study my prey as she withered on the bed like a cat in heat. The sex that followed was almost primal, lacking our normal tender murmurs or poetic expressions of love. I bit the nape of her neck and she raked my back with her nails. The match was on. I greedily squeezed her hard-extended nipples, pulling them like they were rubber.

"Is that all you've got?" she taunted in a low sexy voice.

I responded by flipping her over, roughly pulling her to her knees. There would be no polite missionary position tonight. I unceremoniously jammed my cock into her wet, sloppy cunt. She thrust back in an animalistic manner. Our bodies still moved in unison of well-practiced lovers, but with greater intensity and desperation. Our sex sounded almost violent with the slapping of our skin and drumming of the bed against the wall so hard it sounded like an earthquake.

As we collapsed on the mattress, I started fantasizing about her being with someone else. I just couldn't shake those thoughts. I felt like I had betrayed my wife.

What is wrong with me? I thought in disgust.

I almost desperately hugged Allie, as if I needed to protect her.

Protect her from what? From Martin? Or protect her from me?

"Wow! What brought that on?" Allie panted.

"I don't know, but I don't think my back could survive a second round."

"And I might not walk straight for a week." She lamented with a chuckle.

"Allie, I love you," I murmured.

"You better. You're stuck with me for life, sexy."

"Seriously, do you ever regret marrying me when you were so young and inexperienced?"

"Jason, don't be ridiculous. Why would I regret it? You're every woman's fantasy. Most of the women I know have husbands that are couch potatoes and have a nonexistent sex life. You're a handsome award-winning body builder with an MBA, and a successful business. Just so you know, the real reason girls date many men is to find 'Mr. Right.' I was fortunate to find my soulmate early. I don't regret not dating others."

*****

Another few weeks passed with no apparent change. Even though my secret fetish lingered, I assumed Martin had quit his attempted seduction of my wife. With nothing happening, I had all but forgotten about our agreement. Plus, I was so preoccupied with all the construction going on that everything else seemed secondary. The pool was finally finished, and I was trying to save money by installing the wall tiles myself. Allie and Martin were managing the daily needs of the business, freeing me to overlook the construction crews.

I remember the day I finally finished the last of the grout work. I was sitting on the floor, caked in tile dust and admiring my work when Martin approached. He looked over the completed job and offered a hand to help me up.

"Great work, boss. I think I'll hire you to do my bath."

"In your dreams, dick-head," I replied, giving him a slap on the back.

"Jason, now that this project is done, we need to talk," he said in a more serious tone.

"About what?"

"Well... about Allie, of course."

I brushed my hands off and said, "Okay, after I clean this stink off. Allie has class in an hour. How about after she leaves?"

"Sounds good."

When I finished showering and changed into my gym attire, Martin came in and sat on the locker room bench. He looked slightly nervous.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"I thought it was about time we talked about your wife," he replied, his voice echoing slightly off the locker room walls.

"I was thinking that whole thing was a bust, since you never updated me."

"A bust? Hardly! Things have progressed to the point that you need to get involved. I won't attempt to go any further until you talk with her."

"I'm not understanding. What is it you want me to say?"

"You need to tell her your intentions, Jason."

"I don't really know what I want. Are you asking if I want you to cuckold me? I still don't believe she would ever cheat on me. She'd probably kick my ass to the curb if she knew I was even considering this."

"First of all, cuckolding is not cheating; it is a shared experience between a husband and wife, in total honesty. If you desire for this to happen, you need to tell her exactly what it is you want. If you don't, it stops here. I won't be part of promoting adultery, especially when the people involved are my friends."

"I understand, but again... I'm not sure what I want, to tell the truth. You said things have progressed... in what ways?"

He thought for a while, as if he were gathering his thoughts before saying, "Let me explain some things first. Cuckolding usually is instigated by the husband, and the wife is usually apprehensive at first. Most wives typically think that their husband just wants an excuse to be with other women."

"I have no intention of ever being with another woman. Why do you think Allie is ready at this point? I've seen nothing to indicate that."

"There are generally three stages in the seduction of the wife. Stage one is finding out if she is even receptive to the idea."

"And you believe Allie is receptive?"

"Oh, yes, I absolutely believe she is! Were you even aware of how much your wife craves the attention of men? I think she's addicted to attention like food or drink."

"I never thought about it before, but she tells me she is constantly hit on at the hospital," I replied.

"Stage one also includes how she responds to flirting... and Allie loves to flirt—but you know that. I consider earnest flirting part of foreplay, like I'm sure she does with you when she's signaling being in the mood."

"I'm not feeling good about this. You're saying Allie is at stage one?"

"She was... about a month ago, but now she's way past that," Martin replied matter-of-factly.

It felt strange talking to a man that was systematically trying to seduce my wife with my permission. I was struggling with all of this and my feelings of guilt. Martin assured me that all he did was expose weaknesses that were already there within her. Then he told me by my instigating this, all I did was accelerate what would inevitably happen with or without him. He went on to say this process probably saved my marriage.

"That sounds pretty damn benevolent of you," I sarcastically stated. "You get to fuck my wife and it saves my marriage?"

Martin laughed. "I'm not saying I wouldn't mind seeing if I could fit it in her, I'm just saying she's very ripe for the plucking. What I'm telling you might just help you prevent a future disaster. I'm just providing you with the facts. It's up to you what you do with them."

"I'm not saying I believe this about Allie, but I'm curious about what happened that brought you to this conclusion."

"I can give you the details. You must remember that you asked for this. What I'm about to say is going to be hard for you to hear. Do you want me to continue?"

"That sounds ominous... but go ahead."

"I'll start by saying that Allie loves you more than any woman I ever met loves her husband, and that fact alone should soften anything else I've got to share."