Cuck Me (a short G2S cuck story).
He was reluctant at first. For a few reasons.
First of all, he was gay, sleeping with a woman had never crossed his mind.
He wasn't the type of gay man who'd belittle women's bodies or act all grossed out if female nudity appeared on TV, or in a movie. But still, as lifelong gay man, he felt zero attraction towards the opposite sex.
Second of all, he didn't want to cheat on me - at least at first.
And third, he'd never even heard the term "cuck" before, let alone wanted to make me one of his.
I had explained my rather unusual fantasy to my boyfriend, my long term partner, Craig, after a few too many drinks, one night.
He wasn't a big drinker, so while I was spilling my most embarrassing secrets, something I would never have done had I been sober, he was listening and paying attention, and remembering every little, cringey detail of our conversation.
I was so embarrassed when he reminded me of what I had said, the following morning.
I told him that I fantasied about him cheating on me with a woman, and then me catching him in the act. And he would be saying dirty things to her, giving her compliments, while telling her embarrassing and insulting things about me. Belittling me to a woman that neither of us knew, while he was committing the ultimate act of betrayal on me.
I don't think he understood it. Why I'd ever want to catch him in such an awkward situation. I tried to explain that my fantasies weren't grounded in logic, and in a way, they blurred the line between a turn on, and something that would devastate me.
Some deep part of me wants to be humiliated, and I can't explain why. But there was another part of me that had always been kind of jealous and maybe a little paranoid about the idea of my partners cheating on me, and perhaps even leaving me for someone else.
I've always been a little insecure.
It had never happened, and those feelings had never gotten in the way of the relationships I've had.
I think being a cuck, and since it would all be an act, would allow me to explore these darker elements about me, but with the 'safety feature' on.
It was like being on a rollercoaster, or going sky diving.
Falling out of a plane and plummeting towards the ground at nearly 200 mph, would be an horrific situation to find yourself in - unless you were sky diving and was fitted with a parachute.
Being stuck inside a car that was careening down the highway, with no sign of stopping, would be terrifying, but millions of people pay for a similar experience at theme parks, every year.
And this would be similar to that, it would just be an act.
A few weeks later, and that one drunken conversation completely forgotten about, I came home from work around the usual time, only to find the door already was unlocked.
That struck me as odd, since I was usually the first one of us to get home.
There was also a car I didn't recognize, parked outside, on the street, although that wasn't totally out of the ordinary. But not an every day sort of thing, either.
