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A story about a couple's journey into cuckolding.
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This is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18. It contains themes of cuckolding and threesomes. Please do not read if you are offended.
The draw back sheds very little dust. The push forward drives you deeper. Each pairing in itself seems inconsequential but tens, hundreds of these put together have you arrive at a very different place. Changed. Never the same.
I could tell a thousand stories, each draw and plunge an adventure. Probably good stories too, concise, to the point. Most similar to others that you read. Graphic. Sexual.
But this one is about sawing the board through, almost without realizing it. The first draw was a fantasy. Safe. Exploring something different. A little fun with my wife. Of course I assumed her and another woman, but she playfully challenged that...why can't it be another man. The saw moved forward.
With the board in two pieces, I am a cuckold. More than that, owned by another man. The fantasy kindled but chance ignited it.
Life moves fast at a point. Gets complicated and the world isn't getting simpler. Work, obligations, stress. Most manage it well and I think that I did too, but I needed to clear some cobwebs. Get an outside perspective. I went through the normal channels and found a local therapist. Meetings once a week. Mostly just conversation. He helped me focus. Sort things out. He recommended writing... a journal, diary or something. Putting it on paper forced me to focus, creating complete thoughts.
It was an effective tool. I use it regularly now. Over time trust grew and a relationship formed. He was casually direct. He possessed an understanding authority. I felt at ease with him and settled. Our time was winding down with not much more to discuss. I brought it up. Sex. The fantasy. I don't know why. There was a thrill, I guess. But it was safe. This was a place to talk about that. And he listened.
I felt embarrassed and he graciously let it fall. Shortly after, we parted ways.
Some time later we ran into each other. Just a random store around town. I introduced my wife to him and offered coffee. He accepted and we chatted a bit. Small talk. Normal.
That night I shared with her that last tidbit. "I told him about the fantasy". She was shocked, or at least feigned it. "What did you say!?"
"Just that we play with the idea,...you know, a threesome..".
"Just that it's normal...if we are both into it, its good to explore. Normal stuff."
"I mentioned the part about it being with another man...asked if was weird..."
"He said that it was fine...kind of let it drop."
Her "shock" evaporated and she was playful. I felt her hand on my thigh. My body responded. "He was a handsome man...mature, distinguished..."
It was my turn for shock, my mine was not feigned. "What? Him?"
Her lips drew close to my ear, her breath a whisper as she handled me, "what did you want to him..."
His text was a simple "Happy Birthday". I got many. But none made me react like his. "Thank you, sir"
The comma should have been bolded in a large font. One little piece of punctuation coaxed me into a completely different frame of mind.
I had butterflies and my head buzzed. She smiled. Knowingly. At least I thought. The day was a blur. She met him at the door, then disappeared. He greeted me with a "Happy Birthday" and a casual "Strip".
He held a small box. Unremarkable. His attempt at small talk did little to settle me. He found a place in the middle of our couch, almost distracted leaving me hang there.
I sunk to my knees. He made a presentation of opening the box. Obscuring the contents. It couldn't have been choreographed any better as she descended the stairs in a tight black dress and thigh high boots. His words were muffled, somewhere in the background. Page 42.
I didn't need to see, he had my journal. As the box fell to the floor, he made a show of thumbing through it. She sat by his side. Comfortable. Like lovers.
He read the words, but didn't need to. At least for me. She looked on bewildered but amused as he described her outfit to a t. Realization sunk in and she looked quizzically at me as he handed over the book. It was like hot iron. It felt heavy as I knelt before him and my wife.
He smiled. He hiked up her dress and guided me forward. "Read from the page with the red ribbon." He allowed my cock to rest against her. A privilege now, but my head throbbed and I flushed with embarrassment denying my enjoyment.
Hearing the words, my words, out loud in front of others was unbelievably raw. Vulnerable. Exposed. He chose the fantasy about someone that we knew. Not something wild, off the charts. Something close. Real. I was hard. Shaking. I looked and saw that she was wet, even with the look of disbelief on her face.
Parts were graphic, but she didn't have to go too far to imagine the people. It felt like forever as I looked at her...confessing.
For that passage, we were lost. Lost together. When I finished, mind spinning, beyond shame I felt him behind me, taking the book. My book. My most secret thoughts and pass it to her.
Her voice trembled as our sex touched, unable to consummate. "My Master held my hips..."
No wonder there are no stars...so you can't vote
I see that most everyone who Saw this wishes that they had not seen it.
PUT it in Fetish where people enjoy this stuff. Your score will reflect wrong catagory
This is where the poor English usage comes to bear. Unfortunately as illiterate as this submission reads, it has many problems (topic notwithstanding).
Perhaps writing it as a complete story and not a half page of gibberish (akin to some poetic sissy prying the heightened score from his homosexual literature teacher) would help. Provide a beginning, character introduction, a middle and end.
Reality shows that the indoctrination of the author was deliberate and complete. A public school student - most definitely. True end would show this protagonist walking away from the cunt and her lover, whom she betrayed him with, his being enriched by the multiple professional violations that are posed. Only in California or somewhere in the 9th circus could such be appreciated as plausible. Normal places would reward the damages appropriately, even if he fancied/fantasied them.
I didn't read it and I'm still offended by another, probably never ending, cuck story littering up LW. There have been several really good stories the past few days, but they are still overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of shot like this posting daily.
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The doorknob's tongue did not catch into the door strike plate when my mother shut his bedroom door. She had gone to the kitchen to have coffee with her visiting sister leaving Daddy sleeping in his bed. I heard my mother and aunt laughing as my mother described how my father's penis stuck straight up while he was slept. As I walked by his bedroom, his prick caught my eye. Not on purpose, he was laying there snoring so I turned to look in the direction of the sound. That's when I saw it. His prick was standing to attention. Really, I was in awe. Not about the length but how thick it was. Man, looking at his phallus, it made me think of the circumference of a slender soft drink can. The first time I saw it I thought, wow what a man! Then I thought, I wonder what it would feel like if I had a man who had such a thick dick inside of me, could I handle it? I tried to shake off the thought. After all, it was my father's penis that had fueled my imagination.
It had been a long time since I had been able to spend the holidays with my family. As the newest member of my department I had been scheduled to work during the last five holiday seasons. Though my manager scheduled me to work during the holidays because I am single with no kids she would never admit to it. The way things are going there won't be a husband or children any time soon. I'm 35 and not even dating. Most of my interests are either solitary pursuits or traditional women oriented activities. I love designing and constructing my garments, cooking, running and working in my garden. None of my favorite pastimes are done in a group setting that might give me an opportunity to meet eligible men.
Mom suggested that I should try bowling, golf or take some classes on investing. Aunt Dorothy, my mother's sister, suggested that I join a coed fitness center or go to colloquiums on engineering, law or information technology at the university located more than 20 miles from my house. I don't think so. My entire family has been looking for a single guy for me. Unfortunately, I've had a dry spell where men are concerned because I live in a small town with lots of senior citizens or young married couples with children. The single men that I have met lately have been spoken for, too young or there was a lack of interest sometimes on their part sometimes on mine. But I'm still hopeful and ready to date if I met a nice guy.
The drought in men had made the sight of a big thick penis all the more mouthwatering even if it was attached to Daddy. Sleep eluded me most of the night. I lay awake tossing and turning. The sight of Daddy's big cock kept creeping into my thoughts. A little before dawn, I was finally able to fall asleep. The warm sunlight beaming on my face woke me up around 10:00 a.m. I had not wanted to drag wrapped gifts on the plane with me plus pay the airline extra fees. So I shopped online and scheduled for the pick-up of my Christmas gifts for the family from the local department stores. Everyone else was up and out of the house for day.
I was planning to jump in the shower, grab some breakfast then run to the stores to get my packages. After having a bagel, coffee and some fruit while sitting at the kitchen table in my robe, I went upstairs to get dressed before leaving. I was standing in front of the mirror applying my mascara in my bra and panties. There was no humility in me today as I admired my body in the mirror. My face is just average but my body now that's a different story. I have a figure like Jennifer Lopez in her younger day according to my co-workers. In short, my body is sizzling. hot. I don't dress to accentuate it or to draw attention to myself probably more out of habit than anything else. I started feeling like I missed the boat for dressing sexy now that I'm nearly 36. I've started identifying with the 40 somethings and starting hearing myself say things about dressing in age appropriate clothing. Many women get married in their late 30's or early 40's but for some reason it feels like it's too late for me to find a husband. Particularly since I have not been on a date in such a long time. It's been almost 3 years.
In the mirror movement caught my eye. I look up and saw Daddy standing behind me in the doorway. Seeing him there startled me making me jump in surprise. Daddy didn't look away or like he was embarrassed for seeing his adult daughter standing in front of him in her underwear. Embarrassed, blushing and suddenly feeling bashful, I looked around for something to hide myself. My sweater was laying on the bed so I grabbed it to cover up. Just then I remembered that I had hung up my robe in the closet. Daddy spoke first.
"Honey, don't be embarrassed you look fabulous. What are your plans for today?"
"Daddy, shut the door so I can get dressed. I didn't know any one was at home, I'll come talk to you in a few minutes."
"Are you ashamed because your old Dad saw you in your panties? You wear less than that when you go swimming in our pool."
"I'm not in a swimsuit, I'm in my underwear. Please shut the door. I'll come down in a few minutes."
He turned and shut the door. I felt bad because he acted like I had hurt his feelings. While I got dressed I tried to think about what I should say to apologize. Turns out I didn't have to say I'm sorry. Daddy was in a great mood when I went downstairs.
"So what are you going to do today?"
"Pick up my gifts from the stores and have some lunch while I'm out."
"No everybody's working. What are you doing today, Daddy?"
"I was hoping to hang out with you today. We don't get much of a chance to be together anymore. Do you mind if I tag along with you? I'm taking vacation for the next two weeks. This is the first time we have had you with us during the holidays in years."
"Of course I don't mind Daddy. I'd love for you to come with me. We can have lunch after we finish picking up my gifts. It'll be fun for us to hang out together. Have you finished your shopping yet?"
"I've got all my gifts except yours. I don't know what you like any more. Maybe I'll get you a gift certificate?"
"A gift certificate! Daddy I want something personal that you picked out for me."
"I know you used to love rubies. Are they still your favorites?"
"Yes, you know it. My favorite one was always the ruby pendant that Grandma Frances used to wear. She always said that the oldest granddaughter would get it so I wasn't surprised when Stacey inherited it. Too bad she doesn't love rubies as much as I do. That necklace is wasted on her."
"Grandma was following family tradition. Stacey is not a ruby kind of girl. She appreciates the gift just not as much as you would have."
"Let's go to the mall first. There are three stores that have packages waiting for me. I ordered Mom a blue handmade sweater from the knitting boutique downtown."
"You know your mother well. She's always cold this time of year. A sweater will be perfect for her."
"A motion bed with a heated mattress and a photography classes at the community college."
"Your mother is very practical. She doesn't do romance any more. I have always given your mother whatever she wanted. When what she wanted from me was the gift of us not sleeping in the same room anymore, I gave her that."
"I didn't know, Daddy. Did you want it that way?"
"No way, one day your mother announced to me that she had gotten too old for romance and wanted her own room so that she could be more comfortable."
"Did she catch you stepping out, or did you have a fight or stop getting along?"
"No. I don't know what happened and she refuses to discuss it. It is not something that I wanted or would have chosen. I have tried to get her to go counseling and to reconsider but she declined any suggestion to change her mind."
"She even commented that she knows I have needs. Without saying it directly she intimated that it was okay for me to see other women. But I love your mother and I believe in till death us do part so I accepted her decision. I don't share her opinion because I don't feel too old for romance. It's strange but when we stopped sleeping together we grew to be more like sister and brother than husband and wife."
"Is Mom having any health problems?"
"Not that I'm aware of. She has developed all kinds of new interests like photography. I bought her a new digital camera for her birthday and she has shown real talent for capturing stories in pictures. I think she'll love the photography class that I'm giving her for Christmas."
"Daddy you sound so sad. What about you, have you developed any new hobbies?"
"No honey, I've stayed pretty much the same. I do volunteer my work at the nursing home on the weekend, pro bono accounting work for Meals on Wheels two days a week and of course, I still sing with my quartet group."
My heart was a little broken for Daddy. He has always been such a romantic soul ever since I could remember. I used to think he was the last romantic guy and he was married to my mother. When I was a kid I was always so proud of the way my parents' solid marriage was intact. Most of my classmates' parents argued frequently, or were divorced or were separated. I felt lucky to have parents that shared passion for each other and were still in love. Now to hear that not only do they sleep in separate beds but also in separate rooms. Bummer.
Daddy tagged along with me all day. He had a great time talking to the pretty female sales associates in every single store. We went to the four stores that I had the ordered the merchandise from online. After going to the stores, my holiday shopping was complete. I had paid extra to have everything gift wrapped and waiting for me so that I simply showed my receipts and retrieved the gifts. Daddy took me to lunch after we finished making our rounds. He let me select the restaurant. I chose a seafood restaurant that I love. They offer white tablecloth service for lunch. Eating in that restaurant felt so elegant the delicious food was a definite plus.
Daddy and I re-bonded talking about our Christmases past, the time he took a group of us girls on a field trip to our county museum then there was one of my fondest memories of the pair of diamond earrings that he gave me the Christmas after my 18th birthday. Mom and Daddy paid most of my college expenses and gave me a car when I graduated. But the earrings that Daddy gave me are the special gift from him to me that makes me think of him whenever I wear them.
We went bowling and to the movies after lunch. I studied Daddy's face noticing how happy he looked. He is proud of me especially of how hard I have worked and my accomplishments. I saw the look of pride on his face as we talked. He was such a fun guy to be with, I couldn't understand why Mom stopped wanting to be with him. We hugged a lot during the day. I noticed that we had started touching when we talked or laughed. Happy hour was over by the time we arrived at the bar for cocktails. Daddy had scotch on the rocks. I ordered amaretto on the rocks.
By our third drink both of us were relaxed. Mom called checking to see that we were OK. We told her that we were having drinks and invited Mom and my aunt to join us. Both declined to come for drinks. She had my aunt drive her to pick up Daddy's car since telling us to take a taxi home. Probably because Daddy and I had imbibed more than our usual. None of us wanted to chance a DWI incident. Near closing time Daddy signaled the bartender to call the designated driver taxi to take us home.
The taxi pulled into the driveway. We saw that the house was dark because Mom and my aunt had gone to bed. Daddy and I walked in holding each other up as we went. Neither of us was ready to go to bed so we went down to basement rec room where we planned to watch television. I clicked the television on. Daddy switched on the heat since it was off and on a separate heating system from t
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