Be Careful What You Wish For Cuck Ch 02

**Warning** This fantasy story is not meant to offend anyone in open relationships, polyamorous or otherwise non-monogamous relationships.

This series will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Abusive Tendencies, Masculinity Degradation, Cuckolding, Female Lead Relationships, Interracial Sex, Blackmail, Emotional Sadism, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are something that may upset you, please stop reading.

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Time was going by slower than usual. Every few minutes Jorge would peer down at the time in the corner of his computer screen. Barely five minutes would have passed. He took clicked through his emails but it was a quiet period. He was paid well enough but it was the kind of office you had to look busy in. At least if you looked busy more work wouldn't be piled onto your plate. Jorge was smart enough to know this.

Jorge tapped a pen to the side of his keyboard before writing down a few notes. The notes were nothing but a few scribbles and a short to-do list of what he wanted to be doing that weekend. Flora said she would be gone the whole time, doing what he wasn't sure. She was being vague which was unlike her. But when he tried to question her she distracted him.

"Honey, I just wanted to let you know I'll be gone this weekend. So feel free to make plans doing whatever." Flora smiled down at her husband. He had just made them dinner and started to eat when she got up to grab her phone from the other room. When she was back she gave him the news of her absence.

"Oh, what're you going to get up to?" Jorge couldn't help but frown.

"Just, the girls want to get together," she said.

"Your old group from college?"

Flora took a seat across from Jorge at the table. She pushed the food around on her plate before taking a bite. "Those would be the ones, yes."

"Wow, they haven't seen you for like a year," he replied. He was shocked they would want to see her again after all this time. Perhaps it wasn't that unusual though.

"We have been texting this whole time, silly. We have a group chat."

Well, at least that made sense.

"What're y'all going to be doing together?"

"Arianna is getting married, it's not her official bachelorette weekend but we realised it had been a while since we got together so well we are getting together."

Before Jorge could ask what exactly they were doing though she leaned across the table and grabbed his hand.

"You know I was thinking," she said slowly. "I was thinking you could eat my pussy later. I'll sit on your face, if you'd prefer?"

A lump caught up in Jorge's throat. He didn't want to waste the opportunity by arguing back so he just nodded and went back to eating his food.

Now, Jorge was thinking about that waiting to be able to go home. As he wrote down 'personal time', an obvious code word, on his list his phone began to buzz. He looked down to see Flora's name as well as their wedding picture flash across the screen.

"Hi baby," Jorge said picking the phone up.

"Hey honey," Flora's tone was sweeter than usual. Then again with how bored Jorge was anything could liven up his day.

"What's up? I'm still at work."

"Oh, I know. I was just calling to see if you could please go by Allesandro's and pick up some food?" Flora asked him.

"That place is pricey. Plus, we have some meal prep left in the fridge," Jorge replied.

"I don't want meal prep though. I want paella," Flora whined at him.

"You know we are trying to save money for the future though," Jorge lowered his voice. He didn't want anyone in the office to hear his business. He really thought it would be a two-minute conversation, not an argument.

"But baby, come on. We have been so good for like a year now. What's a little splurging going to do? You want to make me happy right? Just like I know I'll make you happy tonight," Flora dropped her tone, using her bedroom voice on Jorge. At this point, he was a goner. All he could do was try not to get hard in the office. He was mad at himself and his ridiculously high sex drive. His rational mind was trying to fight back but his dick won, it always won.

"Alright okay. I'll see you in two hours, okay?"

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too." Jorge heard the hang-up tone and put his phone face down on his desk.

Was this how it was going to be from now on? Flora would prance around doing as she pleased and destroying their lives? It wasn't like one expensive dinner would do it but sometimes Jorge didn't trust that Flora could manage her money correctly. She came from a wealthier background than him and she didn't always understand what it meant to save or be frugal. She didn't always understand you had to go a long time without luxuries when you were saving for big things like houses and babies.

Jorge didn't grow up poor on the other hand but if they needed something when he was growing up, something big like a new washer or a new car his parents would have to save from their paychecks each month. They couldn't pull that money out of thin air. Flora's experience was very much the opposite. She knew that going into her relationship with Jorge. She assured him she didn't care about money like that, which was mostly true. She wasn't the kind of woman who insisted she needed ten designer bags but if she could get away with it he felt like they would go out for dinner multiple times a week, or have like ten streaming services. Those things don't seem like a lot to her even when they are.

***

"I got the food," Jorge announced as he came into his house. Flora practically ran toward him when she heard that.

"Oh thank god. I'm pms'ing so bad and if I didn't get what I was craving for I'm not sure what would have happened," she explained.

Realization hit Jorge. No wonder she was acting so badly. Once she got her period and all that was done and dusted she would be the normal loving Flora he was used to. Maybe then she would even consider some more role play under normal circumstances and not straight after a fight.

"I'm glad I got it for you then." Jorge chuckled and shut the door behind him. They walked into the living room together and set the food down on the coffee table.

Jorge figured while he was there he would get what he actually wanted, so dinner did end up costing them but it was fine. At least Flora was placated.

***

Friday night came quicker than expected. Jorge laid on the bed reading while Flora packed for her weekend away. At this point, he had succumbed to the fact that she was going away and he really didn't have a say in that. He found out at least it was just to a beach town close by and they'd be staying in a house they rented. What they would be doing? He had no idea.

Jorge couldn't help but watch his wife over his book. She had walked back and forth from the cupboard what felt like a thousand times.

"Hmm, which one?" Flora whispered to herself. Jorge's gaze shot to her, she was holding up two of the tiniest bikinis he ever seen. They were more string than material.

"What are those?" Jorge frowned at his wife.

"They're my bikini's silly," Flora replied waving them around. Jorge sat up from his laying position and cocked his head to the side.

"What kind of bikinis are those? They're not going to cover up anything."

"They're fine, baby." Flora packed them away in her bag before coming toward Jorge. She let her manicured nails run up and down his chest. "If I didn't wear them, wouldn't that be a waste of money?" she raised a brow at her husband.

"Well no I wouldn't want that. I just don't understand why you even have them..." Jorge trailed off.

"I bought them for the trip. I needed to get a few new things. I hope you understand baby?" Flora whined. Jorge tried to concentrate or argue back but her hand was trailing dangerously close to his cock.

"Okay," he finally conceded.

Flora leaned down and pressed her lips into Jorge's. He kissed back. Flora's hand trailed up his thigh. Jorge's cock was hardening as Flora leaned further onto the bed and closer to Jorge. She nestled herself between his legs with her hand right next to his crotch.

Jorge just needed her to move her hand a little closer. His mind had disappeared from any thoughts of annoyance or anger toward the bikinis because he was completely engulfed by what was happening in that moment with Flora.

Finally, she reached his cock. It felt like Jorge could breathe again. Her hand ran up and down the pant-clad length of his arousal. He was over the moon to feel her touching him. Even though he didn't call her mistress, since she found out about his fetishes it always felt like she was in charge when she touched him now. It wasn't quite that they were doing anything particularly kinky but that the vibes had changed for Jorge. The vibes changed completely.

Jorge wasn't sure if this was all in his head. He also wasn't sure if he cared. So what if he was delusional? They were both happy. Flora's hand rubbed more and more up and down the length of Jorge's cock. They continued to make out as his mind went ablaze with the opportunities the next half hour might bring.

A pornographic flash went through Jorge's mind. What if Flora was doing this with another man?

He groaned into the kiss without thinking.

"Mmhm, you okay baby?" Flora said as she began to pull his sweatpants down. Jorge nodded. He lifted his body and she ripped his boxers off before grasping his hard cock in her hand.

"I'm more than okay," Jorge replied. Flora hummed in response and got to work moving her hand up and down the length of Jorge's cock.

He almost preferred this to sex. It almost felt like Flora was taking control of him and his pleasure. He wasn't good enough for her pussy or her mouth but at least she was using her hand on his pathetic little cock.

Jorge tipped his head back and let his imagination go wild. He pretended that Flora was his mistress and this hand job was a reward. Maybe it was a reward for when he ate her pussy the other night. She came so hard all over his face and now she was repaying him that favour.

Flora moved her hand up and down the length of Jorge's shaft. She was gentle with his dry cock but soon he was covered in pre-cum. She ran her palm up and down his now slick cock. Jorge was clutching the sheets by his side. Pleasure was soaring through his body.

Jorge sucked in a sharp breath as Flora just got faster and faster. She was using techniques on his cock that he wasn't sure he remembered her ever doing in the past. He was trying not to focus on that though he was trying to focus on cumming.

When Jorge was close to cumming Flora could tell. Flora could always tell when he was. Usually, she would keep doing more of the same thing she was doing, or do it better, but not this time. No, now Flora decided to slow down.

"What're you doing?" Jorge struggled out. His eyes flew open and he stared down at Flora's hand slowly moving up and down the length of his cock. He frowned down at her slow hand.

"I'm giving you a hand job. What do you want me to stop or something?" Flora asked.

"No. Please god no," Jorge snapped back.

"I was just checking baby," Flora replied in the most innocent voice. Jorge sighed and relaxed into her touch. She went back to running her hands up and down the length of his shaft as she had been before.

"You're so good for me aren't you," Flora whispered. "Most husbands wouldn't want their wives going on a girl's trip. Not you. You're a good husband," Flora continued. She said it quietly like she was reciting it but Jorge didn't care. It was almost like she was calling him a good boy. He relished in the moment and leant into her touch.

"I'm a good husband?" he whispered back, head spinning.

"Yes. The best. You're so good to me," Flora continued.

"I need to cum," Jorge said. His cock head was growing tight. He was so close but it was as if she was keeping him on the edge on purpose. Surely Flora wasn't doing that. He shuddered at the thought of her picking up edging so soon.

At the same time the idea that she was doing something so cruel to manipulate him sent Jorge over the edge. A moan ripped through his chest as he came. The cum went everywhere. All over Flora's hand mostly. Jorge just wanted to collapse as soon as it happened but he knew he had to clean up.

He grabbed a nearby towel he had just used to shower that morning and wiped the cum off himself and Flora.

"How are you feeling?" she asked him once it was all done.

"I'm good, a bit sleepy," he admitted.

"Yeah, maybe you should lay down while I finish packing the rest of my stuff," Flora told him.

"I don't want to sleep, but yeah maybe I'll just lay down," Jorge replied. He wasn't thinking about how perhaps Flora was manipulating him completely. He sort of knew it deep down but he allowed it to happen because her touching him the way that she was, that was enough.

***

Flora left early Saturday morning. Jorge was barely out of bed. In fact, his eyes were pushing open still full of crust when he saw her standing with her suitcase fidgeting with the front pocket.

"You're leaving?" he asked, his voice was full of sleep. Husky like he was sick.

"Yeah. I didn't want to wake you." Flora took a few strides across the room toward her husband. Jorge sat up a little once Flora reached him.

"They'll be here to pick me up any minute."

Jorge nodded but before his mind could wander any further Flora reached down and pressed her lips to his. He leant into the kiss and enjoyed it in its entirety. They kissed again and again. Flora pulled back when her phone started to go off.

"That's them," she said.

"Bye, I love you," Jorge replied.

"Love you too," Flora said before answering the phone. "Hey babe!"

She was out the door. A few moments passed and Jorge heard the front door open and shut. With that he was all alone for the whole weekend. A few weeks ago this would have been his dream come true but this time he knew it came with a cost.

Jorge had lost a degree of power in their relationship when Flora found out he was a sub. Had this happened a month ago she would have discussed the trip with him and it wasn't like he'd stop her but she would have been a lot more polite about the whole thing. She would have been open about what they were doing. Sure, Jorge had enough or almost enough details to satisfy him now but Flora made him fight for those details.

He wondered if she enjoyed his mental torment? Or was this her way of saying she can do what she wants now? Jorge had no idea.

It was fine though. He figured he should take as much advantage of the weekend as he could. For now though he fell right back asleep.

Some hours later Jorge woke up. He rolled over and got out of bed in nothing but his boxers. With Flora gone he didn't even need to pretend to care. He wasn't going to wear clothes the whole time she was gone. He trudged down the stairs and made himself a cup of coffee and then a stack of pancakes as he sipped on the foamy goodness.

His morning was normal, he ate his pancakes while he watched TV and had a second cup of coffee. This time with more creamer and foamy milk. He couldn't get enough of the stuff and he didn't really care if his coffee was girly. He was in his own home and he'd do whatever the hell he wanted.

Once breakfast and coffee were long forgotten Jorge was itching to touch his cock. He needed some relief. He was also partially bored and well, Jorge could masturbate for hours on end. It made his mind go quiet and he could completely focus on one thing. It was perfect really. Free and entertaining, well and pleasurable.

He pushed himself up off the couch and grabbed his laptop, and his iPad for good measure. Sometimes he would want to lay in a certain position and the laptop wasn't good enough.

Jorge browsed his favorite sites. He was hoping one of them would inspire him so he wouldn't have to think about what he was craving at that moment.

He perused for his usual interests.

With Flora gone though Jorge found it even harder for him to find something he was into. He had absolutely no pressure of her coming home or walking in on him. So, he was free to find the perfect material to soothe his perverted soul.

At first, Jorge thought he should look into some more cuck porn. It had worked once, and then again. He was sure it would do the trick this time.

He wasn't trying to get it over and done with though. He knew he could really just enjoy his body and get off in his own time but there was a window in which his arousal would peak and if he missed it it wouldn't quite be the same.

Jorge clicked on a video.

The three people were in the center of the room, talking. Why were they talking? All normal like that? It seemed they were discussing boundaries. Jorge practically sat up and squinted at his laptop screen. His hard cock was struggling to stay that way. He grabbed it, running his hand up and down the length of it trying to stay hard.

They kept talking for two solid minutes. The cuck seemed so happy to be there, relaxed, comfortable even. Jorge retracted into himself. The whole situation was so human. So, normal. He reflexively pulled his hand from his cock. He wasn't sure why he didn't just click away.

Jorge watched as the wife held the cucks hands and gave him a small kiss before sending him into the corner of the room. He sat down and then the bull talked with the wife. They discussed what would be happening and alluded to something that occurred off-camera.

By the time they were finished and started to have sex, the illusion was killed for Jorge. There was nothing truly humiliating about what was happening. What was getting him off with the other videos is how devastating it must be for the cuck to be cucked. But obviously, these men enjoyed it. They wanted their wives to have a good time. Off camera, they were probably in loving marriages. Or worse, maybe everyone involved was role-playing. Maybe they weren't even married in the first place.

His cock was flaccid then.

Jorge put the laptop down and turned the TV on. He would have to try again later. His mood was completely ruined. Worse, he didn't quite understand why it was ruined.

***

Flora held her bikini up by the strings. She felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders since she left that house. Sure she was happy that she could get away with a little more now than she could before, but at what cost? Flora's mind was in disarray. She was lost on what exactly she should do with Jorge.

The red bikini stared back at her. A symbol of rebellion from her marriage. Six months ago Jorge would have maybe even dominated her a little bit, had she said she'll wear revealing clothes and go on a girl's trip in the middle of the year. Now, he was almost pathetic. He was subdued by a hand job. If only Flora had known that all along, she would have won so many fights.

She looked across the bedroom to her friend Cindy who was rifling through her own bag. The six women had hired a luxury three-bedroom apartment, Cindy and her were sharing that room. They had an ocean view and a small balcony.

"I'm so glad we decided to do a weekend away. I needed this so badly," Flora said. Cindy looked up from what she was doing with a nod.

"Yeah, me too," Cindy replied. "Robert was driving me nuts."

"I'm surprised he let you come," Flora admitted. Cindy looked a little sheepish, her cheeks tinting pink.

"Yeah, I told him it was only fair since he wants to go on a golf trip. Plus, he knows if he pisses me off I won't blow him," she quickly said. Flora nodded. "I'm surprised yours let you come. He was always so possessive of you."