Author's note
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First, I would like to acknowledge and thank Wagoneer88 for his efforts in proofreading and editing this story. I greatly appreciate his help in improving the story and its readability.
Next, if you've read my earlier stories you'll find this similar, but with a few differences.
The central theme in this story is still Female Domination, mostly teasing and orgasm denial. But there is also a Male Domination theme as well as cuckolding and CBT. The husband is a total wimp. It is a BDSM story! It is about a guy who is dominated, cuckolding, exposed to CBT and allows it to go on.
Originally this story was posted at two other sites where it was well received. One factor is it was in the category of Female Domination, one that Literotica doesn't have. However the reception of my stories here at Literotica has been much less enthusiastic. Different tastes of the audience or whatever, I'm not really sure. I do know most of the negative comments have regarded the theme of the story, hence this note.
If you like the genre, great. I hope you'll like this story and I'd love to hear what you think of the writing, character development, etc.
If you don't like the genre please do all of us a favor, don't read the story and don't comment saying you don't like the genre. Frankly I don't give a shit if you don't like the genre. I do and so do many others. And PLEASE, don't bother telling me the guy is a wimp. I already told you that. If you don't like stories about wimps you'll hate this!
Thanks for tolerating this rant, I think it will improve the readers experience.
All of that said, I really love hearing from readers about any and everything except the genre.
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I took a deep breath and reached for the doorbell. I could hardly believe I was really going to go through with this. And I was still pretty sure that they would back out at the last minute. But what the hell, I pushed the button.
Let me give you a brief overview of how I got to this point. Not long ago my live-in girlfriend of about five years had run off with a mutual friend. Some friend! And since then I hadn't met a woman I was even interested in enough to get to know well. I was stuck in a dead end job, in a city that 'we' had moved to recently for her career; so I didn't even know many people. Basically I was mad at the world and wallowing in enough self-pity that I just didn't give a shit. I was also horny. Sex with her had been great and regular, and I wasn't used to going without.
I'd started cruising the net. I went to various forums and chat rooms that had a variety of themes, but were always sex oriented. That's where I met Alice. We were in private chat and I'm still not sure how, but she ended up telling me about her sexual frustrations with her husband. As I said I was in a foul mood lately; so somehow I found myself getting a vicarious thrill out of this her poor husband's problems. At the end of that first chat I found out when she was usually online and told her I'd look for her again.
I did so, and we chatted several more times. Each involved her giving me more and more intimate details. The short version is that her husband was really pretty much of a wimp. She ran their lives, especially when it came to sex. And he actually seemed to enjoy being subservient. Like many men who are powerful in their daily lives (I gathered he was very successful in business) he was happy to have her run their private life together.
Finally after several chats she told me that they both had a fantasy of her getting fucked by another man while he watched. Frankly, I could never imagine wanting something like that and I told her so. I thought he must really be an incredible wimp if he was serious. Then, as an afterthought, I added that I wouldn't mind being the guy who did her though. To my amazement she asked if I was serious.
My mind ran a million miles an hour. I could sense that she was serious and felt I'd better be sure what I really did think before I answered. I thought so long she finally asked if I was still there. I told her I'd been thinking, but yes I would be interested. I quickly followed up with a rather lame comment that there were probably a hundred reasons why it wouldn't work however. Nevertheless, she was quickly warming to the idea. We chatted a bit longer and then made a date to meet online again.
By the next time it was clear she really was interested in pursuing the cuckolding of her husband right before his eyes, with me as the instrument of his suffering. I must admit I was getting rather turned on by the idea myself. We talked at length about the idea over several more chats; about what we were each like, how we looked, ages, backgrounds and finally I knew she was totally serious when she asked where I was located. Funny, neither of us had ever even thought about that part, but the Internet does that to you.
Hot damn! It turned out they lived about a two-hour drive from me. This was starting to get real! At the end of that chat we had tentatively agreed to proceed. Alice and I promised to email each other pictures of ourselves, and to exchange phone numbers. The next step was to be by phone. We were getting close to fish or cut bait time. The last thing she asked for on that final chat was that I also email her a picture of my fully erect cock and balls next to a ruler so that she could be sure I'd told the truth.
Several chats earlier she had asked about my size. She bluntly told me it was an important factor in whether or not she would actually go through with this. I'd been completely honest and told her I was very average, maybe a bit more than average, but not much. She actually had me measure my hard cock and give her the measurements. It wasn't difficult to do, because I'd become so enthusiastic about this that I was rock hard all the time when we chatted. The fact that I'd had no sex for quite some time contributed too.
Believe it or not, I'd never actually done this before. It turned out that measured on the top from pubis to peehole, I was just shy of seven inches and the circumference just below the glans was four and a half. I thought that was pretty normal (and I'm positive it is) but she assured me that, compared to her husband, I was a monster. I could hardly believe that.
To summarize about the three of us, I had described myself (honestly as I saw it) as reasonable looking, though I don't think of myself as really handsome. 32 years old, six foot, 190, light brown hair, hazel eyes. Physically, in good shape. That's it. She had described herself as 43, pretty her word, 5'6', 130, nice figure, light brown hair and dark brown eyes. That sounded like a nice package to me. She described George as 47, barely taller than her at 5'8", small frame and slightly overweight and out of shape at 175. She didn't describe him further and I really didn't care what he looked like. She told me that they were quite wealthy and a well-known couple in their community.
We exchanged the pictures as agreed and that was my first shock. She'd sent a close-up of her face and a full body shot in a swimsuit, a one piece interestingly. She was quite pretty and while no model, had a very nice figure. She had been very accurate in her description, but that wasn't the real shock. She could have been my recent ex's 10 year older sister, she looked that much like her. Somehow that made it all the better, but gave me a slightly new slant on this whole scene.
We'd had one phone conversation and covered most of the ground rules. My hands were shaking a bit and my palms sweaty as I dialed her number for what was going to be the final phone call, one way or the other. Part of me hoped it would fall through, but I was extremely turned on and ready to go for it if she was still game. She answered the phone and I started the conversation with the bottom line, "Well, is it yes or no?"
A pause and then what was obviously a very nervous, "Yes." Nothing else.
"You've told George and he has agreed?"
Another one word response, "Yes" again.
I was getting bolder. "Tell me exactly what he knows and expects, in detail."
She was clearly still very nervous, but was getting slightly more confident. "As we agreed, I told him only the very basics. That I met you on the Internet, that we've talked by phone, and that you will be coming over some Saturday afternoon soon. You and I will have sex and he will watch while tied to a chair. That's all he knows or is going to know until it happens. He doesn't know how long you will stay or anything else. He knows nothing about you. I'm not even going to tell him when, until the day before."
