This is a new story. My previous stories were about a couple involved in femdom, but didn't involve cuckolding at all. I had a bunch of readers ask for a story like that, so I started this one.
So you've been warned. This is a cuckolding story. It's honestly not my thing, but I'm trying it out so I can learn more about it. If you don't like cuckolding stories, please stop reading now, hit the 'back' button on your browser and move on.
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Bob hesitated as he reached for the door leading in from the street to the restaurant. he could hear Chrissie's high heels clicking behind him on the sidewalk, but he knew that once he pulled that door open, that he was a step closer to being cuckolded.
'Cuckolded'. That word rolled around his brain, crashing into the logical side that told him this was a TERRIBLE thing to do, and then settling itself into the side of his brain that housed his 'id' - the side that initially brought up the idea of female domination, and chastity, and cuckolding to his wife.
"Well? What's it gonna be boy? Yes, or No?" Chrissie asked from a step behind him. She was goading him on, and also reciting some lyrics from an old Meatloaf song called 'Paradise By The Dashboard Light'- a joke between the two of them since they started playing with some of the more kinky aspects of their sexual relationship.
Bob took a deep breath, and pulled the door open, his senses immediately overcome by the restaurant noise and smell of fresh food. He stepped to the side and made a gallant gesture to allow Chrissie to enter the restaurant before him. This was done out of chivalry, respect, and quite frankly necessity as only Chrissie knew what the man with whom they were to have drinks actually looked like.
After a pause at the hostess stand to get her bearings, Chrissie looked out hopefully across the restaurant, and lifted her right arm high in the air to wave to a very tall African American gentleman who had suddenly arisen from a booth by a window. Bob noticed that the short dress that Chrissie was wearing rose higher on her thigh as she waved, exposing the tops of the stockings to those who were looking. He took a deep breath, put on his friendliest "Hi there, happy to meet you, hope you enjoy fucking my wife" smile and began following her across the restaurant.
When they reached the table, Chrissie leaned up and in to kiss their table companion on the cheek, while his arm snaked around her, grazing over her beautiful backside. Chrissie turned to look at Bob, subtly and quickly raising both her eyebrows to acknowledge her approval and said "Bob.. this is Kurt. Kurt, this is my husband Bob."
Bob leaned in to shake Kurt's hand and felt Kurt's enormous hand envelope his own in a friendly and none-too-threatening way. "Its great to meet you Bob. Chrissie has told me a lot of great things about you" Kurt said. Bob sighed in relief and visibly relaxed while Kurt ushered them into the booth, Chrissie and Bob sitting on one bench while Kurt sat on the opposite bench.
Chrissie started up the conversation with Kurt like they were old friends. They weren't, but Bob knew from the amount of texting and phone calls that had been going on lately, that Chrissie and Kurt had been sharing a lot with one another, and Bob did his best to keep up. However, he soon felt like a spectator at a tennis match, looking back and forth between the two, and only occasionally inserting himself in the conversation.
Chrissie must have felt him pulling away, and dropped her hand to his thigh, moving it to hold his hand and squeeze it to show her excitement of finally meeting Kurt in person. Bob swallowed, and tried a bit harder to join the conversation, knowing how important this was to Chrissie. Still, his mind drifted...
It had been about 6 months ago when Bob and Chrissie had taken a test called "Yes No Maybe" that was published by a podcast called "Sex with Emily." Bob had taken to listening to podcasts about sex and sex topics, and didn't realize that the podcasts to which he subscribed were also auto-loading on Chrissie's phone through their shared itunes account. She brought it up one evening, and soon they were having a very open conversation about WHY Bob was listening to such a podcast. Chrissie took umbrage to the title "Sex with Emily", thinking that it was some sort of a porn podcast, or something more akin to cheating. Once Bob explained what it was, and more importantly why it was in his subscriptions, it led to more conversations and eventually Chrissie spending some time listening to episodes. At the prompting of the podcast host, Chrissie downloaded the "Yes No Maybe" checklist and they both took turns filling out the form in private. When they met up, they found that Bob had a lot of "Yes" or "Maybe" responses, while Chrissie's responses leant toward "Maybe" and "No". This didn't surprise Bob, as Chrissie had always been a little reluctant to explore in the bedroom, but it did open up the conversation, and Bob was surprised that Chrissie had checked 'Maybe' or 'Yes' in some areas that he thought had always been off limits.
Bob stirred his drink, realizing he had lost the pace of the conversation. He could hear Chrissie telling a story about a disaster of a wedding they had attended a few months before, and his mind drifted back.
The 'Yes/No/Maybe' list didn't really get into anything specific - it was more a guide, and it guided their conversation. Chrissie - an attorney who knew how to get someone to speak, started working her magic on Bob, and eventually he spilled it all. Bob was interested in a female-dominant relationship. He surfed the internet looking for websites, forums, and articles on these subjects, including BDSM, humiliation play, spanking, some mild ball torture, and chastity. His exploration of chastity topics led him to the subject of tease and denial and cuckolding, and this led him to
Bob felt the silence at the table. He looked up and realized that someone had asked him a question, but he couldn't - for the life of him - determine who or what. He cleared his throat and looked sheepishly at Chrissie for help, but she just stifled a laugh.
Kurt interjected. "Sorry man. You look like you're 10,000 miles away. I asked if this was your idea, to let Chrissie explore with other men."
Bob felt his face flush, and he swallowed. "No, actually it was her idea. I uh... I introduced some of the things I was interested in, and she - like the good prosecutorial attorney that she is - took me further along until we settled on the topic of..." Steve looked around to see if anyone was within range to hear what they were talking about, and then quietly said "cuckolding."
"That's interesting" Kurt continued. "Most of the couples I've been with, the husband has led on the subject of cuckolding."
"I'm sorry, did you say 'most of the couples?' " Steve quickly responded, his eyes wide in amazement."
"Yeah. Uh. Sorry. I'm a bull. I play with wives and cuckolds. Did you not understand that?" Kurt responded.
"Honey, I'm sorry. You know that I found Kurt on a cuckold match site, and not on Tinder. We talked about this."
Bob wracked his brain. He knew that she had been going out on these dating sites, and she had told him the ones she was checking, but he didn't remember exactly which one she had found Kurt.
"Oh hey, I'm sorry man. You knew why you were coming here tonight right?"
"I did." Bob responded. "Sorry. I uh did. I just thought something else."
"Okay man. Look, I apologize. This is my 'thing'. I know from conversations with Chrissie that you have your 'thing' for instance. At this, Kurt nodded to the key to Bob's chastity device that was prominently displayed on Chrissie's necklace, and Bob turned 5 shades of red. "But listen, I'm going to head up to the bar and grab a drink, because you two need to have a talk before we go any further."
After Bob had left, Chrissie turned to Bob, "You really didn't know? I'm so sorry, but in the work-up to this, we talked about cuckolding, and how its something that I really want to try. I thought it would be best to get started with someone who has done it before, and remember we talked a long time about doing it with someone who wouldn't become a threat to our marriage? That's one of the reasons I like Kurt - he has experience as a bull, and is not into becoming a long-term partner."
Bob sighed " You're right. You're right. I'm sorry, his cavalier attitude about cuckolding lots of couples just kind of caught me by surprise. So he seems really nice and down-to-Earth, but I feel like I'm about 3 steps behind everyone else right now."
"Okay hon. I get it. I'm sorry" Chrissie responded. She turned and waved Kurt back over to the table.
"So Kurt" Chrissie continued, "Just so there's no confusion, we're not going to be doing this tonight. Bob and I have to figure this out. I'm so sorry."
"No no. I get it" Kurt responded. He turned to Bob and said "Look man, as I've mentioned, I've done this a bunch of times in the past, and I don't want to get into anything unless you both are on-board and communicating. You two need to figure that out, and then we go from there. No misunderstanding here though, you're a lucky lucky guy to have a charming beautiful wife like Chrissie, and whichever way you guys decide to go, that's fine by me. Quite frankly I'm just happy you're here - lots of folks decide to meet with me and then back out. Often, I never hear from them again. But yeah, you gotta figure that out and make sure you're both on the same page, or you could be opening up a can of worms."
At this point, Kurt turned the conversation to Bob, and they got to know one another a bit better. Bob even found himself laughing along with Kurt and Chrissie, and he realized that part of Chrissie's attraction to Kurt is that he was genuinely a really nice guy - quick with a joke, and very self assured. As the evening wound down, Kurt and Bob traded numbers, and then Kurt motioned for and picked up the check. He gave Chrissie another kiss on the cheek, and shook Bob's hand before he left them.
"Let's go get some coffee" Chrissie suggested to Bob as they left the restaurant. They headed to a local coffee shop known for its low lighting and privacy, and they replayed the evening to one another. Chrissie apologized for not communicating everything to Bob as clearly as she should have, and he agreed to think seriously about Kurt as their 'bull'. He remembered what Kurt had said 'A Bull, not a boyfriend.'
They headed back to the house that evening, and spent the night in one anothers' arms. The rest of the weekend passed with some of the hum-drum house activities. Sunday night as Bob was preparing himself for the work week, he looked at his phone lying on the desk. After a hesitation, he picked it up, searched through the contacts and found Kurt's number. He texted him to thank him for the drinks on Friday night. A few seconds later, Kurt responded, and soon Bob found himself texting with Bob. The subject eventually turned from the baseball game that afternoon (The Phillies bullpen had blown yet another lead) to Chrissie. Kurt again complimented how gorgeous and intelligent she was, and then signed off.
That night, as Bob and Chrissie got ready for bed, Bob not-so-innocently inquired whether Chrissie had heard from "Miss Christine". Chrissie raised her left eyebrow, looking at Bob. "Are you sure?" The 'Miss Christine' character was Chrissie's play name, when they played with female domination.
