Cuckold Chronicle Issue One
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“You’re joking, aren’t you?” Becky was suspicious, as if I were a police officer trying to lure her into a trap. “Either that or you’ve gone crazy!”
“Becky,” I said, my voice as sincere as anything. But we both know that I’m just not good enough to make you feel that way.”
I couldn’t believe that after so long the words had finally come out of my mouth. And to my wife. Becky sat beside me on the couch, leaning back as if she were scared of me or something.I could make it, “I just want to see you experience complete and utter pleasure. I want that more than
“So you would let me...” Becky began. “No, you want me to go find some other man who can make me feel that way?”
I put my hand on my wife’s and nodded. “Becky, truly, there is nothing I would want more than for you to experience complete sexual satisfaction. I want you to be free, to find someone that makes you go crazy. Anyone. So long as, at the end of the day, you’re happy and satisfied.”
Becky chewed her lip and considered my words. “Are you sure though? Completely sure?”
“Even the thought of you going wild with another man gets me going. Feel for yourself.”
I took my hand off Becky’s and leaned back so she could see my crotch. Becky languidly moved her hand over and grabbed my bulging hard cock through my pants.
“You are really hard.” Becky giggled and moved her hand back.
She sat up straighter and moved to the edge of the couch cushion and sat there like an old Greek philosopher considering the very nature of existence.
“And you said I can choose anyone?”
“Anyone in the whole wide world Becky.”
Becky put her hands on her knees and giggled, her torso falling forward as she did, like a high school cheerleader talking about her crush.
“Because I don’t think I could just sleep with a stranger, you know?” Becky hesitated. “And... Ah...” Becky giggled again and her cheeks turned bright red, making her look incredibly cute. “Don’t hate me! But I’ve always found Duncan from work really attractive and we get on really well.” Becky bit her lip and looked forward into the distance. “And I’d just love to...”
She paused and looked back at me, flushed and embarrassed as if she had been caught doing something she knew she shouldn’t have been doing.
“Sorry.” Becky said as she shrugged her shoulders and looked down at the carpet.
Even though I had just given my beautiful and out-of-my-league wife a free pass to do whatever she wanted with whoever she wanted, I was still hurt and jealous by her choice. Duncan was the same age as us but big and black and totally ripped where I was chubby. In fact, I think the inferiority that Duncan made me feel helped to make me want to be a cuck. From the very moment he had started working with Becky, back before I had ever developed this fetish, I had been jealous. I knew that Duncan found my wife attractive, as most guys did, but I also knew Duncan was the sort of selfish and self satisfying arsehole who would fuck another man’s wife without a problem, and he was sly and charismatic enough to almost make that happen!
But I couldn’t rescind my offer to Becky now that I’d just spent an emotionally-draining hour convincing her that it was what I really wanted and that there was nothing unhealthy or weird with it. So I just shrugged and said: “If you want to sleep with Duncan, then I guess I want you to as well.”
Becky looked up at me with an expression that was equally adorable and confused, like a girl who had expected her father to tear her a new one but got off scott-free.
Suddenly, as the image of Duncan ploughing my wife in my bed shot through my mind, I wasn’t even all that jealous anymore, just turned the fuck on.
“I mean,” I struggled to articulate my feelings but had read that the key to a cuckold relationship was communication and openness. “Duncan is a good choice. I bet he really knows what he’s doing and I am sure he has had a lot of practice.”
“I know he has!” Becky almost screamed and bit her lip. “I’m going to call him right now!”
She got up before I could respond and grabbed her phone off the kitchen counter. I turned to watch her swipe through her phone and call Duncan, without even a second thought.
Becky dialed Duncan and held the phone to her ear with one hand and crossed the other over her chest. She walked around in little nervous circles while the phone connected.
Becky noticed me staring but was too excited to recognise the shocked expression on my face.
“It’s ringing.” Becky smiled and raised her eyebrows and went right back to ignoring me.
Duncan answered.
“I know!” Becky almost screamed. “I hope you don’t mind me calling so late on a Friday night but it’s an emergency.”
I couldn’t hear Duncan’s response but imagined the gears in his head working through the situation, trying to turn it into a way that would allow him to fuck my wife.
“It’s just... I’m lonely and thinking of you.” Becky looked at me and smiled with wide eyes.
“Jarred Isn’t here.” She said. “I’m all alone.”
Duncan said his final words and then it was my wife’s turn.
“Okay! I’ll see you soon!”
Becky hung up and put her phone down on the kitchen counter. She took a huge breath of relief and then turned to me.
“Can you believe that!? Duncan’s on his way over now!” She started jumping on the spot, making some sort of high pitched noise, so excited veins bulged on her neck.
I was taken aback by Becky’s excitement and the speed of the whole thing. We had literally just had our first talk about having a cuckold relationship and she had already set up a sex-date with the man who’s superiority had probably caused my fetish in the first place!
“Ah...” I mumbled but Becky cut me off before I could get out a proper response.
“How do I look?!” She stopped jumping and looked at her reflection in the kitchen backsplash. “Oh God, I need to have a shower!”
Becky moved off toward our bedroom.
“Becky...” I said in a voice so feeble that my wife didn’t even bother to respond. “Becky!”
She stopped at the door to our bedroom and turned around, impatient and uninterested.
“You told Duncan I was out of town tonight. But I want to watch. What are we going to say when he gets here?”
“Relax.” Becky shrugged and waved a hand through the air. “Duncan has been trying to get me into bed since he met me dear. I’m sure he won’t even notice you once I tell him why I invited him around.”
With that said, Becky turned around and started up the shower in our ensuite.
***
Becky looked better than I had ever seen her. She wore a fancy and sexy pair of lace panties that she reserved for our most special and sensual occasions and a white business blouse with no bra and only the bottom four buttons done up. That was it. My wife planned on wearing nothing else for her booty call with her big, black co-worker.
Still, Becky was nervous and unsure. She stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side and sipping at a glass of wine. I sat on the bed and watched her.
“Is this too much?” She asked me without looking away from her reflection. “Do you think I should play it more subtle? Or go full slut and wear nothing?”
“I think you should just be yourself.” I said. “You’re hot as hell Becky.”
Becky looked at me and smiled pityingly. “I know I look good, especially to you, but this is Duncan we’re talking about. You should see the sorts of women he is accustomed to!”
She looked back at her reflection, finished her wine and fiddled with her blouse.
The doorbell rang.
“Oh my God!” Becky jumped. “He’s here! He’s here!”
She stood up straight, patted her hair and pulled the blouse down to reveal more of her cleavage. Then she came over to me, scared, nervous, excited, aroused.
“What do I do?”
I nodded toward the hallway. “Go answer the door.”
“No! I can’t! I’m too nervous! You do it! Go!”
Becky moved around me and lay down on the spare side of the bed in a pose so sexy I felt like I was in the middle of a Playboy shoot. She nudged me off the bed with her foot.
“Becky, I’m not even meant to be here! I can’t answer the door! What do I tell Duncan!”
“I don’t care! Just explain the situation to him. You’re the one that wanted all this, remember? So, go and let my guest in!”
I stood there shocked and surprised by how much my wife wanted this. Duncan rang the doorbell again.
Becky got on her knees and crawled over to the end of the bed. “Please baby. I need you tonight. I can’t do this on my own.”
I sighed and conceded. “Okay.”
Becky giggled as if she had known her puppy dog eyes would work all along. She got up on her knees, put her arms around my neck and gave me a little peck on the lips.
“Thank you for this.”
I felt loved. “You’re welco-”
Before I could finish, Becky pushed me toward the hallway. “Go let Duncan in!”
I watched her lay back down on the bed and try to make herself look sexy. Or succeed in making herself look sexy, I should say. I was so turned on by the sight of her, and her energy and excitement, that I wanted to be the one fucking her brains out. As I walked down the hall to let the man who would fuck her brains out into my house, I wondered whether I had made a mistake...
I opened the door. Duncan was wearing a full suit as if he were about to go to work and had a bottle of red wine in his arms.
“Jarred...” he said, uncharacteristically nervous. Then the real Duncan snapped in, the selfish and arrogant arsehole who put himself above all others. “I was just here to drop off a-”
I shook my head. “Save it. Just come inside and I’ll tell you what’s really going on.”
Duncan was confused while I ushered himself and closed the door behind him. Maybe he wasn’t the sexual maestro I had always thought. Or maybe he just hadn’t met a man pathetic enough to give his own wife away...
“Becky wasn’t completely honest with you on the phone,” I said.
Duncan nodded and mumbled: “Mhmm.”
“Look, Becky and I have decided to experiment with an open marriage and we both agreed that our first times should be with someone we both know. And, uh, we’d like you to be Becky’s first.”
I don’t know why I lied, why I didn’t just come clean and tell Duncan that I wanted to be a cuckold. I guess I was embarrassed, but, hell, the man was about to fuck my wife and didn’t deserve anything else from me!
Duncan nodded seriously. “Okay. So, you want me to sleep with your wife, right? And Becky wants me too as well?”
Now I nodded. “Yes.”
Duncan burst out laughing, so much that he had to lift his hand to his mouth. "Well, alright, shit. Where is she?”
He pushed the bottle of red wine into my hands and walked past me, taking off his suit jacket.
“End of the hallway, on the left,” I said.
Duncan turned left and stopped at the door to my bedroom. The smirk on his face was once of pure arrogance and arousal. He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Hey there, Becky.”
My voice’s voice was weak and almost frightful. “Hi, Duncan.”
“May I come in?” Duncan gestured at the bed.
“Mhmmm,” Becky barely mumbled. Her voice was actually so quiet that I could hear her head moving up and down as she nodded.
Duncan stepped out of sight and into my bedroom. I walked down the hallway, put his jacket and the bottle of red wine down on the kitchen counter, and went to take Duncan’s spot in the doorframe.
Becky immediately looked over at me, nervous, scared and embarrassed. She ushered me over with her hand. I went and crawled onto the empty side of the bed next to her. Becky grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
Duncan sat down on the edge of the bed on the other side. “I heard you had a craving for some chocolate and some meat.”
Becky giggled and got rid of some nerves. Still holding my hand, she turned to smile at Duncan and nodded.
“Okay.” Duncan moved Becky’s legs apart and crawled between them. He slowly leaned over her body, and toward her mouth. “While I prepare your meal, I hope you don’t mind if I help myself to a snack.”
Duncan kissed my wife on the lips. A jolt went through Becky’s hand and she dug her nails into my skin. Duncan lifted his lips off my wife’s, smiled, and then moved his head down to her chest. He parted Becky’s blouse with his hands and kissed her exposed skin. Her chest, tits, nipples, and stomach.
Then, Duncan’s hands slipped into the band of my wife’s panties and pulled them down. Becky lifted her legs to make it easier for him. Duncan pulled the panties off my wife’s feet and then shoved his head in between her legs.
Becky screamed, as if she were surprised by how much joy she could experience so suddenly. She looked at me with wide and unbelieving eyes and squeezed my hand even tighter.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
I obeyed and thrust my own lips where another man’s had been only a moment ago. Becky threw everything she had into the kiss, grabbing my head and running her fingers through my hair, as if she were embarrassed by what was happening and thought that if she paid me enough attention, things would be normal. She kissed me long, deeply, and passionately, all the while squirming in pleasure from Duncan’s tongue. Becky, my wife and love, was in such ecstasy from another man that she had to stop kissing me and gasp for the very breath that kept her alive.