My girlfriend, Kayla, and I were watching a movie on Netflix when I got the first notification. "Is this Griffin?"
I glanced at my phone and was confused until remembering who could be emailing me. I sneakily put the phone in my pocket and went to use the bathroom to respond. "Yeah, that's me? Who's this?" I texted back.
Before I could head back I got an answer. "You sent me your personal email on the website, do you accept the agreement in full?" I typed a couple letters before putting the phone back in my pocket and continuing the movie with Kayla.
We finished the movie and Kayla went to bed. I tried to watch some tv show before I gave in to curiosity and pulled out my phone. Looking at the email, I remembered the sender. I had responded to a post on a porn fetish site I occasionally visited. My penis had gotten hard when he described how he had dominated wives before and the "contract" that he made each "cuckold" agree to. According to his post, if you agreed and offered up your wife or girlfriend, he would fuck her for you. 100% guarantee.
I thought about that cockiness and while I thought it was dumb, it made my cock twitch. The thought of my twenty year old girlfriend with a different penis entering it. What would her face look like if she felt a penis that was even a little bigger? Would she moan or grimace? My mind snapped back to the post I was reading. She would never go for that. Plus she had only ever been with me. I closed it and jacked off to a gangbang video. I forgot about the post for a couple days.
Suddenly, an innocent old photo of Kayla and her ex-bf flashed across the computer screen and I looked. Her laptop was on the couch I was sitting on and Kayla had gone to work. I guess she hadn't deleted this old one. The sight made by cock pulse and I remembered the post from the other night. I walked over to my computer and loaded up that website. After logging in and seeing his post, I paused. Why is this such a turn on? Looking at his dick inside another man's wife made my dick come to full attention. At a current 5.5", it wasn't that close to what I saw in the photo. Nonetheless, I decided to reply, doubting that anything would come of it. I gave the poster, "Chris", a few photos of Kayla and a small description. I even included my email so that I could potentially get some response.
Now I was looking at the consequence to that reply. Without thinking, I replied. "Yes. I agree. You have my permission to fuck Kayla." As soon as I hit send, I realized the words that I had emailed "Chris".
Naively, I brushed this alarmed feeling to the side and went about my day, unevently. My day after that was uneventful. Uneventful the day after, as well. In fact, it was a total of 8 days until Chris wrote back. 8 days of not having sex. 8 days to add to months of not mounting my twenty year old girlfriend. We had both waited so long that she had stopped refilling her birth control, seeing no need.