******** ROSE********
It’s been ten or twelve years since I learned about my parents’ marriage. They’ve had a cuckold marriage since before I was born. It was a revelation to me to learn about their marriage and the marriages of some of the people we knew. Even more interesting was introducing friends like Olivia, Brooklyn, Wendy, and Vivian to cuckolding their husbands. Not to mention when Nolan asked for my help to let Susan know he wanted her to cuckold him.
I wanted to be helpful, and not shoehorn couples into what I thought was the best, or only model. Some of the marriages were friendly between equals, except the wife was allowed to have sex outside the marriage. That was like Mom and Dad. Yes, there was a lot of humiliation involved. Others were like Vivian and Ralf's marriage, which was a mean female-dominated relationship. Ralf was the stereotypical wimp cuckold. There, I didn’t see any real love or respect.
Now it’s my turn. Jason and I have been married for five years, and the question I have is, do I want the same freedom mom had? Is the freedom worth the disruption to my marriage? I guess a third question is: will Jason submit to being my cuckold?
Well, part of the decision for me is what kind of cuckold I want Jason to become. There’s a lot of attraction to making Jason submit more completely than Dad did, but I don’t want Jason to be as dominated as Ralf is. At least I don’t think so.
The whole thought process started when I went and saw Mom and Dad over the weekend. I burst into their home and ran into Dad being cuckolded by Mom and Brian in their living room. Brian: I knew him from before, and I guess he was still coming around occasionally. I’d tried to call before I came, but I didn’t get through, so I left a message. Oops, they didn’t see it.
Mom was being fucked in the living room on some blankets, and Dad was tied in a chair naked, watching. I got there right at the high point; Mom was in the midst of an orgasm and Dad was ejaculating from the chair when I burst in. As soon as I saw the scene, I backed out, apologized, and said I’d be back in an hour.
When I got back, Brian was gone, Mom and Dad were dressed, and everything was cleaned up, including Dad’s cum on the carpet. I’ve never told Jason anything about my parent's marriage, the cuckold couples I’d watched while I was in community college, or the cuckolding tutoring I was doing with my friends.
I spent the next two weeks just absorbing what I’d seen. I was mulling over the questions I had. It took a couple more weeks before I started acting on my decision to cuckold Jason.
I want to cuckold Jason. I want to be able to fuck guys like Mom can. I need to lead him to it and encourage him to drink. Swapping partners won’t work; I’m not about to let some floozie get her hands on Jason.
After thinking, I realized I had three examples to examine. I need to read what I wrote for KeylimePi about how Mom cuckolded Dad. Brooklyn asked me to help her cuckold Tony. One of my other friends learned that their husbands wanted to be cuckolded. I needed to see what might help me train Jason.
******** JASON ********
I was sitting in my chair, pretending to read some papers from work, wondering about Rosie. Since she got back from visiting her folks a few weeks ago, she’s seemed different. Just how I wasn’t sure. When we went to Ed and Becky's dinner party, she was distracted and not quite paying attention. She wasn’t paying attention to me, at least.
I started thinking about what Mike’d shared with me one time when he’d been smashed. Mike and I went to Mike’s favorite bar while Betty and Rosie were at the symphony. We ended up taking a Lyft home. But Mike started talking about his marriage to Betty. He was talking like I knew all about it, but it took a while before I realized what he was talking about. I was responding with "Yes," “Um hum,” and "Oh, really?” Until I figured out that Mike was Betty’s cuckold and she was fucking other men all the time. It became clear he thought Rosie had told me all about it.
Um, no, she hadn’t.
Still, I didn’t want to embarrass Mike. He had become a friend over the years. As I thought about it, I decided that since Rosie hadn’t shared her folks’ sex life with me, I’d pretend I didn’t know anything about it.
I did get a chance to talk to Mike about being Betty’s cuckold a few times later. He talked about the difference between Betty and some of the other cuckoldresses they knew. He actually enjoyed the humiliation of being a cuckold, and she enjoyed being able to fuck anyone she wanted.
She had a definite line she didn’t go beyond. She liked humiliating him by making him watch a lot of the time, and she adored the power she had when she vocally enjoyed her other lovers in front of him. Her line didn’t push beyond his line, so they both enjoyed it.
Toward the end of the party, Rosie was flirting with Steve. Openly flirting to the point, Monica took him home. Now it wasn’t like she never flirted with other guys, but this was a lot more than she’d done before.
If I understood Mike right, that was part of what Betty did to entice him into being her cuckold.
Hmm.
******** ROSIE ********
I’ve decided I want what Mom’s got. All I have to do now is get Jason to agree. The thought of Cody’s hands and lips on my body, on my tits, and in my pussy—yes, I wanted that. I wanted it and so much more. I wanted the same freedom my mom did. I wanted to be fucked by anyone I wanted.
Midweek, Jason and I were at a bar with music and dancing, and I decided to see how far I could push the envelope before Jason objected. I knew I could excite Jason by flirting with some guys there. He’s enjoyed men checking me out. Would he acquiesce to being cuckolded like my dad did?
I looked at him, smiled, and told him, “Wait here. I’m going into the ladies’ room to see if I can ramp up some more interest. I love getting guys hot and bothered.”
I went in and took my bra off. My blouse was thin, and my breasts were clearly visible through it. My areolas were visible, showing my engorged nipples. I went onto the dance floor with a slight sex strut and started doing some moves to the music. It took about five minutes before Jason realized what I’d done; his eyes widened, and he stood. I motioned for him to stay there, and I continued to dance.
It was less than five more minutes when a nice-looking guy approached and asked if I’d prefer to have a partner. When I nodded, we started dancing around each other. When the music segued into a slow number, he moved to hold me, and we continued dancing. His hands just accidentally brushed my breasts a few times, and when the music stopped, he kissed me. The kiss was way more enthusiastic than required.
He was holding my hand, and he led me to a table on the opposite side of the dance floor from Jason. We sat there, holding hands. More than holding hands, we were kissing and touching each other. When his hands were holding my tits under my top, I wondered, is this far enough? Should I take it further? Do I dare to take it farther? I decided to close it down.
I let him kiss me one more time. I kissed him back as I stood and explained that I needed to get back to my date. He stood next to me when he took my head and really kissed me. He handed me his business card, explaining that if I tired of my date, I should call him. Then he let me go.
I walked around the dance floor and sat next to Jason. I looked, and Jason was sporting a huge erection. “Let's finish our drinks and head home before you lose that.” With a smile and a nod at his erection. “I have someplace I want to put it.”