This happens to be my first story, ever. It may be one of very few, if not my only one. There are some very strong cuckolding themes to this story. I've tried my best to push the limits of the jealousy and self-depreciation that, as I feel, drives to the root of cuckolding's eroticism. For many, this may not be your cup of tea. Or, for many still, you may not be into cuckolding altogether. If this is the case, if you do choose to read my story, please refrain from any nasty comments or ill-ratings. I appreciate all of your feedback! I'm very excited to post this story!
Chapter 1
"Ah.... ah... ahh.. Charlie! Oh my god Charlie.. fuck me baby.. fuck me!"
I did. I fucked her and fucked her. She was laid out on her back, legs opened wide, up in the air, bent at the knees. For some reason, I loved to look behind me to see those legs bounce up and down as I fucked her. There was just something so erotic about seeing those legs so willingly parted for me, to let me shove my dick as far inside her as possible. That's what they were doing at this moment, bouncing away, as I looked back and enjoyed the sight. What Ruth didn't know, however, is that I also often loved to look back at those parted legs and imagine them not parted for me, but for a lover. The idea of her legs being parted to let someone else in so willingly, bouncing about, drove me to climax. I let it all out, filling up the condom separating me from my lovely Ruth.
"AAaaahhh.."
With that, we stared at each other with looks of satisfaction, both panting from a long round of fucking. I slid my dick out, condom full of my seed, and plopped down next to her with an exhale of gratification.
After a few minutes of recuperation, I mentioned as I oftentimes did, "I wish we didn't have to use these condoms," and after a brief pause, continued, "I wish you were on some sort of birth control, already."
Ruth and I are both 22, engaged, and have been together since we were 15. In fact, we are the only people either of us has ever been with. It took us 2 and a half years before we ever even had sex, and it has been nothing but absolutely responsible and preventative sex ever since. That is, it has been condoms and nothing but condoms for 5 years. Not to mention, whenever you read up on failure rates for condoms, we wouldn't be the "typical use" condom users, we would be the "perfect use" condom users. Really, we are quite stringent about it, and I was getting a bit sick of them, personally.
Ruth replied, "You know I don't want to mess with any of that stuff. They mess with your hormones, make you gain weight, and all that. Not to mention many of the failure rates for those things are worse than with condoms. We've already discussed this, Charlie. We both agreed that condoms would have to be the best option."
"I know.. We agreed. Don't you ever want it though! I mean I don't know what your bare pussy even feels like!"
"Of course I want it. But you know where I stand, Charlie. It's a no," She continued, "While we're on the subject, however, that was our last one, don't forget to buy another box tomorrow."
"Ugh.. fine." Defeated, I jested, "I guess we'll just have to start using the pull-out method."
She replied flatly, "You're funny."
The conversation was apparently over. As we lay there, I thought more about my secret fantasy. In fact, I had been thinking about my fantasy a lot lately. The more I thought about it, the more I came to terms with the fact that I would love to actually watch another man fuck my fiancée. There was no way she would go for it. But I just couldn't get the thoughts out of my mind. For a brief moment, my thoughts betrayed me, escaping into words, "You know.."
shit, now it was out in the air.. "Eh, nevermind.."
It was too late. I wouldn't be able to take the words back. Ruth could read me like a book, and when she knew there was something on my mind, she wouldn't ease her inquiry before she wrestled the thought out of me. I could already feel the headlights on me.
"What is it?" She began.
"Oh, it's nothing. Forget about it."
"No, what is it?" She continued.
She wouldn't let this go. Her grip was ahold of me. There was no fooling her.
I gave in, "Well.. I want to see you fuck someone else."
It was out.
There was a pause.
"Wait.. Charlie.. You'd like to see me.. what?"
"Well, I know you won't think much of this, and I respect that, but I have this fantasy of watching you.. with another man.."
By now we were both upright and facing each other. She had a surprised and bewildered expression on her face.
I threw up my shoulders, "I know, I know. It's weird. Don't ask me why, but the idea of seeing you with another man is.. well.. a real turn on for me."
Ruth continued to stare at me with a puzzled expression, waiting to hear more. I could see she could not understand the appeal.
"I don't know.. I can just imagine sitting across the room, watching you just
lose
yourself with someone else.. watching the heat build between you and a whoever else you want.. undressing one another.. watching him put his dick in your aching pussy. Who knows? Maybe his dick is bigger than mine. In my mind, you never even look at me, holding this intense eye contact with him as he enters you. You gasp as he slowly shoves all of it in.. and you're just fucking him like he's the only thing in the world at that moment, shoving your hips into each of his thrusts. God, I'm getting all hot again just explaining this to you.."
I could feel butterflies in my stomach; my heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. It was a rush to spill something I thought I might never share.
To my relief, she gave an amused smile, though still taken aback from the unexpected confession, "Oh.. Well that
is
rather odd. I don't know if many men would like to see their partners with another man like that.. I have a weird fantasy or two, myself, so I guess I understand." Her support and acceptance has always been something I've loved her for.
Still, I knew Ruth all too well. Even if she might be understanding of the fantasy, she wouldn't be too receptive of the suggestion; she was far too monogamous for that. Yet, because I had pushed myself this far as to actually admit to such a thing, I knew I would regret it if I had not at least let her know I would seriously go through with such an arrangement.
"I do want you to know, in case you ever eye down an attractive man you would be interested in, and if the idea even passes your thoughts, that you would be more than welcome to bring him home."
