Cuck Delusions
Author's Note: While I was writing for the Geek Pride Event this little story kept wandering around in the back of my mind. A flash story a little over 2k words. Please vote and comment, it's the only payment we get.
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"Reginald, we need to talk!"
That caught me by surprise. Like most husbands I hated those four words. Wordlessly, I turned the sports channel off and followed Susan into the kitchen where she sat at the table.
She picked up a wine bottle and poured me a glass. Then poured some carbonated water into hers. I realized this was serious. That was my favourite wine and I knew we had none. It had to be well chilled so I knew she had to have gone out and bought some hours ago so that she could have it ready. Her failure to take some for herself was mystifying. Calling me by my full name was also a clue this was something major.
It wasn't the kind of preparation you did for a 'honey, you forgot to pickup the dry cleaning' kind of talk.
She took a sip of her water and fixed me with a firm look.
"You asked David to come live with us when he decided he wanted a change. It was supposed to be for three months and I was fine with that. With his wife dying two years ago and his decision to start over somewhere else I totally supported the idea. I sympathized with your old college roommate. I thought you were doing a noble thing.
"We had a few drinks the night he arrived and I was drunk, in a good mood and horny for my husband.
"But you offered to let him to sleep in our marital bed with me. I still remember the shock on both our faces when you invited him into the bedroom and told him to feel free to slide into the bed with me. I was stark naked under those covers waiting for you.
"You talked and you talked about your desires to see us fuck. How it would turn you on. Your greatest fantasy. He and I kept looking at each other and you, like you were bat-shit crazy.
"Finally, after close to an hour of your rants we decided to give in to your request. We were both tired and fed up with you. It was that or strangle you cause you wouldn't shut up about it. I wasn't happy and neither was he. But we did it. Only to discover you'd left at the end and locked him out of the guest room. With nowhere else to sleep, David stayed with me.
"When we discovered you'd locked him out we went back to bed. He thanked me for a great time and I was happy. Honestly, he was a fabulous lover, it had been incredible for me too. Far better than anything you'd ever delivered in that bed. He kissed me goodnight and it was like someone lit a blowtorch. Two minutes later he was deep in me again and we were screwing our brains out. When he came to me again in the middle of the night I welcomed him, taking him bare and unrestrained into my womb. The same thing the next morning, although by then you'd snuck out early to go to work leaving us alone.
"We got up, had some breakfast and shrugged our shoulders. If it was what you wanted, both of us were past arguing. We were enjoying each other too much. Back to bed we went and spent the day making love.
"And that's where you tricked us. You'd told me he and his deceased wife had no kids because he had a childhood accident and didn't have any swimmers. You told him we didn't have kids because I'd had a childhood accident and couldn't get pregnant. You cleaned the bedroom out of the condoms we use, not that it mattered because he's huge compared to your little pecker. They'd have never fit anyway!"
Oh Lord, I sucked in my breath. Reiterating all this was turning me on. This was scorching. I was trembling with arousal. My cock felt like granite. My fantasy! My greatest success!
David, my college roommate. He was a winner with the women. And had been unknowingly cuckolding me for years. I'd talk him up big-time to my girlfriends telling them what an awesome lover he was. How much I heard his girlfriends screaming in pleasure when they were with him. Sooner or later curiosity would take over and they'd cheat. I'd pretend I had to go do something and leave them alone with him.
Once out of the room I'd hang a sock on the door. The perpetual signal your roommate is otherwise engaged and don't enter. Then I'd sit beside the door pretending to be studying while my girlfriend seduced my roommate when in reality I was listening for the moans and squeaking springs I knew were coming. It would get me so aroused I'd blow my load in my pants and have to scurry to the washroom to clean up before anyone noticed. I'd never been caught, they all thought they were getting away with it.
When he announced he was moving to our town my mind picked right back up where we left off in college. I needed to get him into bed with Susan. I knew she'd never cheat on her own, but if I offered enough encouragement in the right circumstances.
