Authors note:
I read that cuckolding is one of the most common male fantasies/kinks, it is certainly well represented in this forum. I have often found the stories about willing cuckolds to be tough reading. I wanted to write a story about a man who is fascinated by the fantasy of the kink but is terrified of it as well.
Many thanks to H. Jekyll for giving this a first reading and giving me very helpful ideas for improvements and editing. Check out his stories, they're great.
Any mistakes are my own.
British spelling is used throughout, blame it on my education.
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It was the moment of truth. All of the anticipation, the fantasies, the nervous excitement, the dread of what would happen was no longer theoretical, no longer sometime in the future. It was happening now!
"Are you okay with this, Ed?"
How did we ever get into this situation? My wife Miriam sat on the side of the bed in the well-appointed hotel room. She was stripped down to her very expensive, exotic and highly erotic bra and panties. She looked absolutely gorgeous, with her long chestnut coloured hair and deep brown eyes that sparkled with lust and anticipation.
Beside her sat a man, a man we had just met in the lounge downstairs earlier in the evening. He was tall, a very fit specimen. He had been dressed in an immaculate business suit but now sat wearing a pair of boxer shorts and sporting a noticeable bulge. His hand gently caressed Miriam's thigh. We didn't know his name, we had insisted on no names.
This all started with Miriam and I sharing our fantasies with each other. It was something we had done for a good many years. They started off fairly tamely, things such as exhibitionism and voyeurism. Occasionally we would live out one of our fantasies. We had swum in the ocean naked and made love in a public park. She was an exhibitionist so we indulged her fantasies often. I always loved watching her showing more of herself to others. We went from the very mildly kinky stuff to more risky public sex. The higher the risk the sweeter the reward. It scared the shit out of me but she loved it.
We went to sex clubs to indulge ourselves in voyeuristic pleasures. That led us to one of the most common fantasies for men, watching another man making love with your wife.
I admitted that as a fantasy it was exciting, but I never wanted it to happen. She was surprised that I found that a line in the sand I didn't want to cross. She seemed eager to try.
Being an exhibitionist she enjoyed going out in public without bra and panties. She got even more excited when we would go to local club to dance. Dancing with strangers, exposed as she was was a huge turn on for her. I didn't like other men touching her very much though. To me it was playing a little too close to the fire.
One day, in the heat of making love, she said she definitely wanted me to watch her being taken by another man.
I was speechless, she doubled down.
" I would like to do it in a hotel, we could pick out the right man. I would fuck him while you watched us. Let's do it!"
A part of me was excited and the other part was terrified. Could I do it? Could I watch as my bride, the love of my life actually have sex with a stranger? I felt nausea, but excitement too. I was so torn between the thrill of fantasy and the painful reality of infidelity.
We spent two weeks arguing about it, then another two weeks going to bars to find the right man. It was mugs game. I had no intention of saying yes to any of her selections. I would intentionally suggest a man that I knew she would hate being with. I was hoping she would tire of the game but she was persistent.
Then one evening she saw him sitting at the bar, tall, cool and well-dressed. He looked like he had stepped off the cover of a men's magazine.
"I'm going over to talk to him." She said as she stood.
She had left the table before I could raise an objection. She sat beside him and he turned and smiled at her. They chatted for a few minutes. He bought her a drink. They talked for maybe thirty minutes, it felt like hours to me.
The man turned in his seat to look at me and nod to Miriam. She stood and walked back to the table with him in tow.
"This is my husband."
"Hello," I said nervously.
"This is the man I've chosen. Do you approve?"
I couldn't find the words, I couldn't think, let alone answer. I hadn't expected her to play it like this. She didn't even wait for my answer. She took his hand and walked out of the bar towards the elevators. I followed as if in a trance.
So, that was how we came to this moment, my wife and a stranger on a hotel bed, asking me...
"Are you okay with this Ed? Is this what you really want? This is your last chance."
I swallowed, I watched his hand move up her thigh to between her legs, massaging her. Miriam closed her eyes and moaned. She took hold of the bulge in his boxers, she freed his cock and stroked the impressive member.
I was having trouble organizing my thoughts. There was an angel on my right shoulder arguing with a devil on my left. I must have looked like I was having a stroke. I was starting to experience a panic attack and it immobilized me. I was in full fight or flight mode.
While I was locked into this state of paralysis he had removed her bra and she had shed her panties. It was all happening too fast. I couldn't breathe. I gasped for air, I was having a full blown panic attack! Then, with a sudden moment of clarity and sanity, I spoke.
"Stop. Both of you, stop."
"It's too late, she cried. You had your chance. We've come too far to stop this now." She continued frantically pumping his cock.
"Stop Miriam, stand up and let's get out of here. This was a mistake. I am vetoing this now!"
Veto was our safe word, it meant a hard stop.
"I need to finish this, this is what you started, Ed. This was your fantasy after all."
"I said stop it! No further or there will be hell to pay! This is a HARD VETO!"
She leaned over him, her lips getting ever closer to his erection, she opened her mouth.
That was when he spoke up for the first time.
"Shut the fuck up. This was what you both agreed to, so just sit there like a good little cuck while I fuck your wife."
I've never been a violent man but I simply exploded. I picked up the lamp beside the bed and smashed it against the side of his head as hard as I could. It made a hell of a sickening crunch and he fell over onto the bed. Miriam cried out in shock.
Half crazed I shouted.
"Get dressed and come with me now!"
She did and we beat a hasty retreat. I was sure we were going to get caught and arrested, jailed and then sued. Could he identify us?
us?
The answer was no, he couldn't identify us because he lost his memory. The lamp was heavier than I thought and I must have hit him in just the right spot because we found out later that it cracked his skull and scrambled his brain.
I expected the police to come knocking at our door but so far so good. It was his room, we were strangers in that bar. We paid cash for our drinks so there was no paper trail. There was some very poor video surveillance footage but poor quality cameras and bad angles wouldn't allow for good clear images. We could never return to that hotel.
Miriam was beside herself. She blamed me for putting us in this situation.
"If you had just gone along with it we would have been finished in ten minutes. We would all be alive and happily going about our business. Why did you stop us? Why attack him?"
"You always told me I had veto power, and if I ever changed my mind about a situation you agreed to stop. You went through a stop sign, you drove through a very red light! I yelled stop and veto several times.
When he told me to shut up and be a good cuck I lost it! It was the most disrespectful thing I could imagine. If he wouldn't stop I had to stop him. I never intended to injure him."
"Ed, I gave you a dozen or more opportunities to cancel this ahead of time. You waited until it was way too late."
"I was tongue-tied. I was having a panic attack, I was practically in a trance. When I did finally find my voice you were damn near fucking him.
I'm sorry but I was never really comfortable with the idea. I agree I should have called it off earlier but you ignored our safe word."
"So where do we go from here?
I was really turned on by the idea of fucking a stranger. I want to do it again, but don't hurt anyone."
"Miriam, I am over that fantasy, it's finished. It was a terrible idea. I let my imagination go wild and look where it got us. I never want to do that again. It was a huge step too far."
"But I do, Ed. I loved the feeling of surrender to another man. It was a thrill greater than any exhibitionist experience I've ever had."
"How can I get you to understand that I CAN NEVER DO THAT AGAIN."
"We are at a stalemate then. You introduced this idea to me and I like it. I want it, I want to cuckold you while you watch."
"If you have sex with another man it won't be with my approval. You will be cheating on me and that carries consequences."
"Really? You would end us because I want to fulfil your fantasy?
"Yes I would, and it's no longer my fantasy, but yours. Please Miriam, I love you but we've taken this kinky behaviour way too far. Let's dial it back and enjoy our life together."
She looked unhappy and resigned.
"Okay, what the hell, we'll go back to being our boring old selves."
The weeks passed and there was very little love between us. I tried to initiate sex and she would ignore me or worse, lay there still as a storefront dummy while I fucked her.
Attempts at communicating were useless. I was losing patience and losing hope. When we finally had a quiet moment together I turned off the TV and put my mobile phone away and asked her to do the same.
"It's time we cleared the air Miriam. Ever since the hotel incident you and I have been barely tolerating each other's presence. We need to get things straight between us."
"Fine, you tell me what you want?"
"I want you to act like the wife I've known for all these years."
"You turned me on to a kink that I'd never even imagined. I have been fighting the urge to just go and find a stranger to be with but I know it would end us. Then again, maybe our relationship is already dead. You know what I want, to sleep with a stranger, and I want you there to watch."
"I get it, I know it turns you on but please understand, I can't go there with you. I can't and I won't. If you insist on it, then I'm not the partner for you. We'll divorce over irreconcilable differences."
"This was your fantasy, Ed, from the start. You said it was dangerous. You were right."
