I'm tired of saying it so often. Yes, I’m Stephanie's cuckold. I’m not exactly proud of it, but I’m no longer ashamed of it either. She warned me every time she adds to her sex stable of rides she enjoys. The hardest one was the last, Roy, the one who treats her like a pain slut. He’s the one who actually hurts her, so she cries. Watching them is the hardest. Not that I see them fucking all the time; I don’t. She rides him the least; it’s only when her need for pain and humiliation gets too strong.
It was two weeks ago that it happened again. We sat down after dinner, and she told me she was going to add another lover to her sex stable. That’s what she calls it—her sex stable. In her phone, they’re listed as SS Palomino, SS Roan, and SS Blood Bay. Those are her nicknames: SS for Sex Stable, Roan and Palomino for their hair, and Blood Bay because the first time they fucked, he made her bleed.
This time she showed me his picture; he was black. Okay, a black guy, I can live with that. Did she pick him because he’s black, has a huge cock, or for some other reason? When I asked Stephanie that, she was astonished that I’d asked her that. She became angry and said, “He’s a nice guy, and I like him. I thought you would too. I like him the most of, um, my lovers so far, and I wanted someone … hell, we could both like."
You might think I’d back down in the face of that reaction, and I did, fast. “You want us to be friends? I think if you do, we should become friends first, not after you’ve been … um.“ And my voice trailed off.
I think I finessed that; she seems less irritated at me. I hope.
The next day, Stephanie arranged for a picnic with Jax and me at River Park. We had an enjoyable time, although I was nervous, knowing that she intended him for one of her lovers. I learned he called on her business about once a week, and they’d become friends. It seemed she knew him a lot better than she had either Phillip or Nick. Roy, I think he was her lover because of his liking to be rough, which she occasionally needed.
We gradually became friends, just as Stephanie wanted and expected. Jax and I actually began doing things together without Steph. We met for coffee a few times, took a few hikes together, and watched baseball.
We’d met some of his friends, and he’d been to a couple of parties at our house when I decided to make it happen. The three of us were in our backyard sharing a bottle of wine when I said to Jax, "Steph has other lovers besides me; you know that, don’t you?" I waited for him to respond.
This is hard—offering Jax, my wife, to fuck. It's going to be harder and easier because I've become friends with him. What is he going to think?
He looked at me and then at Steph and hesitatingly said, “Um, Doug, yes, I thought she did. Why?”
“I’m her … cuckold. Her cuckold and I know about her lovers and watch sometimes when they …” I stopped there.
“Jaz, I watch when they fuck, and she wants you to be her lover too. She wants me to watch the first time you fuck her. I want it to happen tonight. I want to watch as ... as you undress her." Looking at Steph, I said, “It’s agony for me, but I want it too. Watching you play with her tits and pussy; seeing her play with your cock will both hurt and arouse me.
“Being a cuckold is confusing, but the satisfaction of watching is worth it.” Pausing for a moment, I continued, saying, “It's dark out; I want to watch it right now on the lawn. I want you to take her, fuck her, make her cum, and cum in her.”
Jax looked at Steph and saw she didn’t object, so he walked over to her chair and started unbuttoning her blouse. Clearly, he knew what was happening. Now, he had her permission, and mine, too. He kissed her each time he got a button undone. With the last button undone, he pulled the blouse open and reached under it to touch her tits.