I recently read a story, and the ending bothered me. It bothered me because it didn't end. It was a cuckold tale. It was an over the top abuse-and-humiliate-a-loving-mate cuckold tale. I am compelled to read them, and even start to write them, but am always waiting and cheering for that moment when the guy grows a pair and stands up for his manhood.
Why guys actually do this is a mystery. I can't fathom sharing my wife. Well, maybe with another woman....no, that's just a fantasy. I want her to myself, my wife I mean. I don't get the sharers and those who get off on the humiliation, even if it is just play, of their wife being with another man. A superior? Really? I guess I thought when she said "I do" that meant game over. She found her superior and he found his. End of story. I get, but don't condone the morality of dalliances, of drinking too much, of need for release when separated for long periods of time, even of "getcha little sumptin thatcha can't get at home." I get open relationships and polyamory. I don't get how you can say making a guy grovel while you trash talk him, submit him to base servitude and clean up duty, then witness his beloved wife give herself to another man while making no apologies for telling hubby he can never do for her what her stud can do. Then say, but it's you I really love. Hmmmmm.
The story I read was both bitter, and heartless. Mercifully it stopped before our intrepid hero tasted his rival's cum. But it came pretty close! So in the spirit of "Finish The Damn Story" I'm going to write the next chapter. But first I apologize to the author and to the reader.
I read the story two weeks ago. My feeble memory just doesn't hang onto names and titles like it did once. Still, the incomplete story is so nagging I have to write another chapter. So I will summarize the story before I begin my ending. If you recognize the story, or if you are the author, please send me the title or author's name so I can repost with permission and credit. Or lacking your permission, I can pull the tale.
I like this story, with this ending. I may even preserve my characters and spin off another episode or two, depending on the (intelligent) feedback. The Bitch doesn't get burned, but she doesn't get what she wants either. So to those two camps of readers, C'est la vie!
First, a synopsis of the original story. Stop me if you've heard it before...or just jump ahead to the ##### mark.
Our story opens with childhood friends growing up to fall in puppy love, date, and eventually surrender their virginities to each other as high school sweethearts. After they began having sex, she began to cheat, and when she was discovered, she felt awful and told him everything leading to his forgiveness and stunning makeup sex. They go to different colleges, where she remains sexually active, but only tells him anything when they are together, which due to him taking a very rigorous program is rare. On those occasions, she teases him with details, a practice that enhances their sex during the visits and vacations. However, she doesn't simply tease him, she latches on, begs forgiveness, and professes how she loves him more than anything. You guessed it, her screwing the other guy is "just sex."
Their relationship comes to a turning point in the climax of the story when he goes to visit her at her school. She casually lets it drop that she has been unfaithful again, but this time she has invited her lover to meet him. This doesn't stir up his normal arousal, instead causes him a great deal of anxiety. He will not only meet her "bull," he will be forced to spend time visiting during his precious alone time with the love of his life.
The bull is handsome. The bull is not nice to him. The bull kisses his girl passionately, then tells her to get rid of her sweetheart. She asks her hometown honey to go get a pizza, and she will smooth things out later. When he returns with dinner her door is locked and he is out. His knock is left unanswered, except for her giggle, and the ensuing sounds let him know exactly what he was missing.
The door finally opens, and she calls him into her bedroom. They are in bed, with her tits on full display, and his hand obviously still working on her beneath the sheets. She asks that he bring the pizza in to them, as they are hungry. Dismayed and flabbergasted at his treatment, he brings the pizza and three plates. She looks surprised and tells him he can't eat with them, to take the third plate back to the kitchen and leave the pizza. While he does, the door is again locked as she and her bull begin another passionate and noisy session. It is late when the door is again opened.
This time he storms into the room, to be met by a sneering bull and a giggling sweetheart. The pizza is gone. They openly laugh at him, at the fact he is chasing after a girl who is fucking another man, and he doesn't even get to eat he food he fetched. She pities him, tells him to lie back and she'll get him something to eat. He does, and she mounts his face, prepared to sit down and force him to eat the dripping cream pie in front of her laughing bull. End of story.
Really? There are so many ways this story could go. But there was no cliff hanger, no excitement, it just stops. Coitus interuptus. Doesn't cut it for me. So here we go. I'm naming the characters Kirk and Sally, and the Bull is...well lets just call him Bill. Bill the bull. Kirk the cuck, and Sally the slut. The original story was written from Kirk's point of view, and that's cool with me.
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You know those moments when time slows, and you can just see what's right and wrong? Those times when you just know the course of action you have to taken. This was the mother of all time slowing moments for me. I looked up at the dripping pussy suspended above me. A glob of Bill's cum was just oozing its way through her once luscious lips. Once luscious, because I once loved them, and he woman they were attached to. Once loved, because in that moment it finally became clear how foolish I had been to love her like I did.
In that instant I realized hat Sally wasn't the love of my life, just the love of my life so far. And she was only the love of my life so far because she had held a monopoly. We had grown up together. Learned to love together. We had relied on each other for everything. Which means neither of us had experience beyond the other. That was the theory. She had obviously widened her circle of lovers. I had foolishly remained faithful to her. To her? No, just faithful to the ideal that I could keep a pure love for my lifetime sweetheart last a lifetime. How did I really know she was my soulmate? My one and only? I hadn't compared her to anyone. Obviously I wasn't good enough to keep her faithful to me. Obviously she didn't love me enough for me to be her one and only. And what she was about to do meant obviously she didn't even respect me enough to honor me in front of another lover. How would she honor me in marriage? With our children? How would I ever be sure she actually bore my children and not the spawn of an illicit affair? Pop goes that bubble!
She squatted and began to lower herself to my face as the glob grew larger, ready to flood my mouth. My hands went right to her ass, and with a roar I pushed her off me with enough force to launch her from the bed. She didn't land easily, and sprawled on the floor at the foot of the bed. I could hear the air emptying from her lungs as I sat up, and soon she was winded and gasping for air. Bill did nothing as I stood, straightened my shirt, and walked out.
I grabbed my bag from the living room and left. I got to the front porch, and felt the bile rise in my throat and retched. All I could see was the cream pie welling up in Sally's cheating cunt, and her lowering it to force feed me. Fuck.
"Feeling better?"
The voice came from behind me, where a rather plain brown haired girl sat on a porch swing where she had been reading.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there, or I would have at least tried to make it around the corner where you didn't have to see that."
"It's ok. I understand."
I looked at her curiously.
"Sally's bedroom window is open. I heard it all. I'd be ill too. They're laughing about you, you know."
"No doubt. How much did you hear?"
