Hi all, this is my first piece that I've written and was mainly a way for me to get the fantasy off my own chest. Please note that this is a story about cuckolding, if that's not your thing then you don't need to read any further. For those that do like this type of content then I'd love to hear feedback and comments on any and every part of it. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did creating it.
Edit 1: Thank you very much for feedback and positive response. I've fixed some typo's, spelling and continuity issues.
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Elliot pressed the start button on the dishwasher and immediately realized that he'd complete the last job he could. There was nothing left to distract himself from the coming evening. He stood up to his full 6'3", leaning his head back to crack his neck while rolling his shoulders. Elliot was a tall man but not a broad one. He'd failed to inherit his father's wide shoulders and thicker arms. Instead, he had a slender and athletic build. This wasn't something that had ever bothered him, just a fact of life. His stretching was trying to relieve a bit of the tension that was building. It helped a bit but wasn't more than a drop in the ocean in the grand scheme of things. Exhaling deeply, he finally allowed himself to think about tonight. His wife's boyfriend, for lack of a better term, was coming around this evening.
This was something that he'd wanted, for a very long time. The fact that Emily even had another man in her life was almost entirely down to Elliot's own desires. At least the start of it was. He wasn't sure where he'd picked the kink up, but the truth was that Elliot was a cuckold. He loved Emily, unconditionally. They had a great sex life that was mutually pleasurable for the pair of them. His kink wasn't driven by some missing part of a traditional sexual relationship. He just simply enjoyed the idea of her having another sexual partner. If he really dived into the rabbit hole, then maybe a part of it was born of an insecurity he held. The idea that, although her sex life with him was the best she'd ever had, it didn't mean it was the best she could possibly have. That's also how he'd pitched it to her nearly a year ago. The couple had always been open with each other sexually and that had made the conversation easier. The trust they'd built up from the time they had spent together meant that there was no grey area of expectations or worry about hidden motives. However, she had declined, and Elliot completely accepted that.
It wasn't until months later that Emily herself had brought the topic back up and admitted that she was curious for them to dip their toes into the idea. Internet browsing and role-plays led to online chatting and a dating profile. This led to more online chatting and a few coffee dates. The conclusion was Emily going on an actual date while Elliot waited at home with peaked nerves and excitement. Getting ready she'd sworn that it was just a date and even if she did go to his place she'd not go "All the way." with him. Elliot had simply assured her that she could do what she wanted and what felt natural at the time. His small request was that she try to keep him in the loop and/or send him a picture of how things were going. Although it wasn't a demand. After a very long and anxious evening Elliot did finally get a text from his wife, at 3 in the morning. She'd let him know that she had just gotten into a taxi and would be home soon. She didn't have any pictures, but she did have a story to tell him.
That had been a big turning point for them. She'd very quickly fallen into a pattern of seeing her other man, Dan, a few times a week. Something that Elliot, and Emily, absolutely loved. She'd unfortunately been light on media to share with Elliot but had always told him everything that she got up to with Dan. Elliot had expected their own sex life to slow down but that hadn't been the case. At least not to Elliot's notice. Somehow Emily had enough of a sexual appetite to keep up with both men and it was likely that fact that kept her excited.
Tonight, was partially Emily's way of making up for the lack of pictures and videos that she'd taken since seeing Dan. Elliot could recall the exact face she'd made before suggesting this to him. Face flushed; lower lip bitten unconsciously. Her eyes not able to meet his for long. A real mix of excitement and embarrassment "Why don't I just invite Dan over?" She'd said almost out of the blue and Elliot had had to do his best not to leave his mouth hanging open. "That way you can just watch and see what our dates are like for yourself."
That was just yesterday, and time felt like it was passing at a snail's pace since they'd arranged it. They'd talked well into the night about expectations as well as reassuring and calming each other. Both of them wanted it to be a relaxed and casual evening between the three of them. More an introduction between the two men in her life and then a show for Elliot along with the usual excitement between Emily and Dan. They didn't want to lean too far into any of the deeper aspects of cuckolding. They very much weren't having a threesome. But neither Emily or Dan was going to humiliate or degrade Elliot. That said, for the first time since she'd started seeing Dan, she had declined sex. Even though their conversation and the impending evening had left them both incredibly turned on. She'd simply said that everyone would have more fun if they waited. He had felt a little humiliated because of this. But his mind had been constantly fighting to pull his attention onto this evening and he knew that a big part of that was due to her denial. Elliot could see her point even through the twist of feelings.
He shook his head and blinked a few times, he needed to stop re-counting how they got here and finish getting things ready. He ran through the list of jobs that needed completing but as he'd already summarized, they were done. The bed had fresh sheets and a new box of condoms on Emily's bedside table. The kitchen and living room were clean, they had beer in the fridge and Emily's usual selection of gins. Elliot had even put a nicer shirt on and had trimmed his hair and beard this morning. For half a moment he thought about going and seeing how Emily was getting on before he remembered that she'd asked to get ready privately.
With nothing else to do Elliot walked to the front room. He sat on their three-seater sofa, turned the TV on and put some mindless YouTube show on. He didn't really watch it, instead imagining what was going to happen tonight until his cock got a little too hard. At which point he tried to calm down and think of something else. He wouldn't succeed for long though, his mind drifting back to Emily and Dan. He went through this cycle a few times over before it was broken by a loud knock at the front door. He waited a few seconds, unsure if Emily wanted to greet Dan at the door.
"Sweetheart. Can you get it please?" her voice rang out and answered Elliot's question. His nerves hit a peak, but he got up and headed to the door all the same. Nerves aside he wanted to project some kind of confidence. At least as much as he could.
Elliot opened the door to get his first in person view of his wife's lover. He'd seen Dan in a few photos, but he cut a much more imposing figure in person. He stood a little shorter than Elliot at 6'1" maybe 6'2" but he was much wider. He had broad shoulders and a clear amount of muscle spread over his chest. His arms were similarly large, and this was only emphasized by the fact that he'd partially rolled up his shirt sleeves. However, his build wasn't the type that you got from the gym. It wasn't out of proportioned or overly toned and the small amount of extra weight Dan carried showed he didn't care much for a strict diet. Elliot guessed that Dan worked hard at some physical job. "A tradie maybe?" He guessed. Dan's facial features were parallels of his body type. Hardened by experience. Elliot knew that he was in his early forties and that age showed in the right way. He had a few wrinkles and a couple grey hairs coming in through his short brown hair. Despite the decade age gap, Dan's hair line showed no sign or retreating, contrary to Elliot's. Looking at the man Elliot couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by him. Elliot knew his wife well enough to know what she liked physically in a man and Dan checked as many of those boxes as a real human could. He wondered if he was even going to be able to find the words to say hello and invite him in. Right up until his eyes met Dan's. Like a mirror to his own he noticed that he was just as nervous as Elliot was. "And why wouldn't he be?" Elliot realized. The man had been fucking his wife for the last four months. Many husbands would have answered the door with a carving knife in hand.
With his minor epiphany, Elliot found his feet. "Hi Dan, nice to meet you." He said holding out his hand and offering a smile.
