Cuck Couple Part 2
It was the next morning after our unfortunate foray with Ava and Paul. I felt bad about how my emotions, my competitiveness and jealousy, had gotten the best of me. I felt like I'd cheated on my wife. I felt like I'd pushed her into cheating - it wasn't her fault.
We needed to clear the air.
She was at her makeup table. Coming up behind her I placed my hands on her shoulders and looked at her eyes in the mirror.
"Honey, I'm so sorry about last night. I would never cheat."
She acted like she didn't have a care in the world. Humming cheerily she just said, "I know."
"But, Baby, we crossed lines. Our relationship with Ava and Paul could be jeopardized. I have to work with him. Things might never be the same."
She applied eyeliner casually, smiling serenely, "I know."
"I love you. Ava means nothing to me. I don't even find her attractive. Can our marriage survive, go on like nothing ever happened? I don't know what to do? I would do anything to make it right."
Alina calmly put her pen down, "I know."
She swiveled in her chair to face me. I towered above her and she beckoned for me to come down to her level, so I knelt, face to face.
Her adorable smile was reassuring. Everything would be alright. Then she switched, her smile turned cold, "Don't ever lie to me again! You do find Ava attractive. How could any warm-blooded man not?"
I groveled. I kissed her hand, "Sorry. Sorry." Alina pushed me away, down, down past her body to her feet. "Kiss my feet. THEN say you're sorry."
I don't mind kissing her lovely feet. When my lust takes over I could just consume her, even her feet. But we weren't feeling lust-filled now. This was an act of contrition. "I'm sorry. So sorry."
Alina pulled her feet from me. "I know." She was happy again?
"Hauser, I know you love me. I know she means nothing to you. And it's true, we can't go on like nothing ever happened. I also know you would do anything for me. And our marriage will be just fine...as long as you do one thing."
"Anything! Name it."
She kissed my forehead. "You're my Cuck. When the time is right you'll know what to do." Alina hugged me tenderly. Then pushed me away dismissively, returning to her makeup.
I was torn. She'd totally forgiven me. As if she didn't even care that I'd fucked Ava. More importantly, as if she didn't care that she was driven into fucking Paul. She had shown happiness. Our marriage was fine. But I was NOT a cuck.
And then just a second later she was also cold and distant. Like she was harbouring ill feelings. I had to do something. I was tossed by my conflicting emotions. Would I really know what to do? I doubted more cuckold play could be the answer? Though it would prove my love. But it couldn't be healthy.
That night Alina was warm and loving. Whatever had given her stormy feelings had surely blown over.
My darling was wearing a new silk kimono robe. I found it to be very sexy despite not being revealing. She walked past me, touching my shoulder. It was a tender reassuring connection, then she was gone.
I heard her call to me from the bedroom, "Hauser, Darling. Come make love to me."
Yes! All was well. I dashed to the bedroom and there she was, naked under the open robe which was parted to show her beautiful inviting body splayed out on our marital bed.
Red painted lips wanted me, her husband. "Come to me."
I leaped to the bed. "Wait! At least take off your work clothes first." I started undressing quickly. "Hurry and strip, Cuck! It's time to show me your love."
My heart stopped. We needed to be together. To reaffirm our love. I had already been stripping but when she ordered me to do it somehow that changed the meaning.
If I chose this moment to stand my ground our marriage could crumble. But if I merely continued to get ready to make love to my wife I would be caving.
No, not really. I was just a man pursuing what I wanted. I was already stripping. I wasn't doing it because she commanded it. I was a fireman: I was strong.
Naked, I climbed on top: kissing and seducing my wife. It's what a man does.
"Put it in me now. I can't wait."
I obliged. It was so good to have my cock in my own wife and not Paul's. Their canals actually felt different. One was hot while the other was steamy. One was tight while the other was snug. Oh, hell, but they WERE different.
Then I heard noises in the other room. Someone was out there, in our house. I had a bat behind the door. I froze just to make sure I was really hearing it before I would jump up to protect my wife.
Alina's voice broke my frozen silence, "Quickly, Cucky. Go!"
I ran to the living room only to find Ava fixing herself a drink. Ava was wearing a kimono that matched my wife's. Well, not exactly. Alina's was gold to go with her brown hair while Ava's was silver to go with her platinum hair. Furthermore, from the way her hard nipples poked the silk, I could tell she was naked beneath the thin material.
They'd coordinated their robes. Why would they do that? Why the fuck was she here?
I didn't cover my nudity. She'd seen it before and my mind was still shifting from fight mode to whatever this was.
Paul entered from the kitchen naked as a jaybird. "Here's your ice, Mistress." How quickly he'd accepted that role.
His dick was swinging freely and I compared ours mentally. Mine was soft but still maintained the memory of having recently been hard. That made its flaccid state bigger than it normally would be. Paul's also looked soft though plumped out - he'd been erect recently too. Maybe right here in my house.
Alina strode right up to the naked man and kissed him in a familiar way. Like they had done last night when they fucked. I'd thought that was behind us.
The next thing I knew Ava's pretty face was in front of mine and she was coming in for a kiss too. I recoiled.
Ava looked hurt, "Come on partner. Don't be rude."
Alina spoke up, "Kiss our guest, Cuck."
Then Paul switched from submissive to dominant, "That's right, Cuck, you need to say hello properly. Unless you'd rather kiss me." I stared at his lips aghast, but he waved his cock in front of us all.
Alina gazed at another man's cock which was being paraded around in my house. Then she lifted it up, "Right, Cucky, unless you'd rather kiss PAUL hello.
I whined in my soul: she was MY wife.
I gave Ava a perfunctory kiss. When it was over she grabbed my head and ground our mouths together passionately. I jumped back, but not from that infidelity. Paul had planted a peck of a kiss on my dickhead.
Ava patted his head condescendingly, "You're being such a good cuckold. You've earned a reward later."