Note: this story involves cuckolding and humiliation.
After I came, I felt almost woozy. Regret and shame immediately washed over me. I couldn't believe how I had completely debased myself and gotten off to it. For whatever reason, admitting to Brad (and myself) that I wanted him to fuck Daisy had been such an incredible turn-on, but now I felt conflicted and unsure about it. I thought about how I could convince Brad that I hadn't really meant any of it, that it was just a fantasy. But when I woke up the next morning, I had a raging hard-on from a dream about Daisy riding Brad's cock. Now that I was horny again, I wasn't so sure I wanted to take any of it back.
When I got to work, I was still. I felt completely humiliated walking past his office. He just looked at me with a confident, knowing smirk on his face, and I couldn't bring myself to go in. He acted more demeaning toward me all that day, randomly pulling me away from the front desk to clean the locker room floor or stock towels. I wanted to object, but at the same time, I felt myself getting hard as I took orders from him. For some reason, I even blurted out, "Yes, sir," when he ordered me to wipe down the weight-lifting machines.
At home, I was also conflicted about whether to follow through on what Brad had told me to do and allow my sex life with Daisy to completely fizzle out. My body seemed to take care of the problem for me, though. On work days, I really did feel too tired, and on my days off, I would sense when Daisy was trying to initiate things, which would just send me into a mental spiral of stressing out over whether I would get hard. The more I thought about it, the more certain it was that I stayed limp.
Over the course of a few weeks, I did get hard a couple times, and those were the days I really had to make a choice. I would look over at Daisy, knowing that I was finally ready to have sex with her and that she would welcome the attention. But then I thought about how Brad said I needed to completely deny her if I wanted her to have sex with him. Inevitably, I would scurry off to the bathroom to jerk off to one of Brad's videos. It felt so weird denying myself the pleasure of having sex with my hot fiance, but by now I was obsessed with the idea of her actually cheating on me in real life. When Brad occasionally checked in on me, texting me to ask if I was still being a "good little loser cuckboy," I would immediately get stiff as I dutifully reported to him that I was still leaving Daisy unsatisfied and desperate for a real man to fuck her.
Daisy was clearly getting frustrated at the complete lack of sex. She tried to be as supportive and comforting as she could, even suggesting that I get a prescription for boner pills or something, which only humiliated me further. I was getting increasingly desperate for Brad to fuck her, and I could tell she was getting close to breaking, so I started mentioning Brad in conversation as casually as I could. I talked about how he seemed to be getting in even better shape lately, and that even the hottest girls at the gym never turned down his advances. It felt a little forced, but I even told her about how I was always overhearing girls talking about how amazing he was in bed. Daisy would pretend to react with only mild interest, but I could tell the wheels were starting to turn in her mind. I got so hard thinking about how she was probably actively fantasizing about cheating on me by this point.
Finally, one day I was approaching the end of a long day at work, and my phone buzzed. Brad had just texted me a screenshot of a single text from Daisy. It said simply: "hi!" I practically came in my pants right then. I texted Brad back, saying, "holy shit / what are u saying to her?" He texted back, saying, "patience / talking to her now / I'll show u the whole convo tonight."
The rest of the evening, my head was spinning. When I got home, Daisy had dinner ready as usual. I was on the lookout for even the slightest hint of her acting strange or guilty, but I couldn't really tell. Then I brought up Brad, saying that I noticed he was in a particularly good mood at the end of the day today.
"Oh, really?" Daisy asked. She was trying to sound casual, but I could see her avoiding eye contact. A slight smile crept across her face, and her cheeks flushed a little. "I wonder why."
Now I knew something was up. A part of me felt worried that this was getting too real, but if I'm honest, I mostly just couldn't wait until Brad sent me the conversation they had. I don't think my hard-on subsided for the rest of the evening. When we went to bed, Daisy seemed to fall asleep faster than usual. I lay awake waiting for Brad's text. Finally, he started sending screenshots of their conversation:
Daisy: hi!
Brad: oh hey! / blast from the past!
Daisy: haha yeah it's been a while!
Brad: good to hear from u
Daisy: yeah / I guess I felt a little weird that my fiance's been working for u this whole time and I haven't reached out to u at all / didn't want u to think I was avoiding u
Brad: oh no worries / I get how it's a little awkward
Daisy: hah yeah, a little / thx for hiring him btw / he really needed the job
Brad: no problem / he's a very good worker / he knows how to follow orders, that's for sure
Daisy: hah yeah / I wouldn't think he'd have any problems there / and u sure know how to give orders lol
Brad: hahaha / congrats on the engagement btw!
Daisy: oh thx!
Brad: good to see u ending up with a guy who's so nice
Daisy: haha "nice"?
Brad: well yeah / ya know, as opposed to another arrogant jerk like me
Daisy: lol / it's true...u two are definitely VERY different
Brad: hah / so...u just reaching out to say hi?
Daisy: well...no / I kinda had a favor to ask
Brad: oh, sure, what's up?
Daisy: do u think u could, like, cut back on Lucas's hours, or change his shift or something so he's not working so late?
Brad: awww isn't that cute / missing ur man too much?
Daisy: well...it's just really wearing him out
Brad: is it? / it's a pretty normal shift length, and he's just sitting at a desk most of the time
Daisy: ok, well, whatever / he still comes home super tired
Brad: umm ok / that's sad for him lol
Daisy: oh so ur gonna be a jerk about it?
Brad: haha sorry, just kidding / I could change his hours back to what they used to be, but that'd mean a demotion and a paycut / and I know he's been trying to work his way up / but if he can't handle what he's doing now...
Daisy: ...sigh
Brad: I'm not trying to be mean or anything! / just kinda the way it is
Daisy: no, I get it, I can't say that doesn't make sense / just forget I asked
Brad: sorry...hope ur not mad
Daisy: I'm not / just...frustrated
Brad: he's really so worn out by a front desk receptionist job?
Daisy: I mean, he sure seems to be / ...can I tell u something without it being too weird?
Brad: sure, of course
Daisy: well...it's kind of been affecting, um, certain aspects of our life
Brad: oh...u mean what I think u mean?
Daisy: ...yeah
Brad: shit / that sux
Daisy: it really does / oh btw it doesn't help that u two seem to talk about sex all the time
Brad: lol what do u mean?
Daisy: don't play dumb, he tells me stuff / how u tell him I like guys to be more "dominant" with me in bed or whatever / and how u've compared dick sizes like stupid teenagers
Brad: lol, he told u that stuff? / sorry about that, I guess / guy talk, ya know?
Daisy: [eyeroll emoji] well...I really think u've gotten in his head, so thx a lot for that
Brad: shit...srsly, I'm really sorry if I said something wrong / but, like, he came to me for advice
Daisy: oh
Brad: I was just trying to help
Daisy: sigh...yeah, it's really not ur fault / lucas is just so...insecure
Brad: damn...sorry to hear that / is it really that bad?
Daisy: I mean...I know I shouldn't be telling u this, but there's kinda nobody else for me to talk to about it, ya know?
Brad: it's ok, u know I'll be cool about it
Daisy: well...we haven't...ya know...in like, over a month
Brad: [shocked emoji] shit, srsly? / like, nothing at all?
Daisy: absolutely NOTHING / usually he says he's too tired / but even when he has a day off I have to force him to even try and, like...
Brad: what?
Daisy: I really REALLY shouldn't tell u this
