"Hey," Mark said plainly, as Tia closed the front door behind him. Tia pushed up on her toes and threw her arms around his shoulders, hungrily greeting him with a long, deep kiss.
"Hey, babe" she cooed at him as she turned to her husband Sam. Sam and Tia both stood at close to six feet tall, but they had to crane their gaze upward to meet their visitor's eyes this evening. Tia's long brown hair danced behind along her back, as she turned from husband to lover and back, waiting and watching what happened next.
"Hi Mark!" Sam said through a smile. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable on the couch. I can go get some drinks if you want one."
"I want a gin and tonic," Tia said to her husband decisively. Mark added, "That sounds good to me, too."
Their hands were already starting to roam across each other: Tia's caressing Mark's arms and back, Mark's traveling down Tia's hips and ass. After lingering together for just a few seconds, Tia turned to the living room couch and invited Mark to sit down. Sam's heart started to beat much more quickly, as he hid his nervous grin and hurried back to the kitchen counter to make the drinks.
He and Tia had opened their marriage a few years before, well into a long, monogamous, and somewhat sexually stifled relationship. Because their kids still lived at home, they almost always dated partners separately. They had tried the occasional MFM threesome or same-room sex with swinger friends, but hadn't found anything with group activities that was really worth the logistics to make them happen.
Despite that, their individual dating had brought them both a sexual fulfillment that their marriage was missing. Sam indulged his love of making women cum by eating their pussy--Tia didn't care for it--and discovered that being pegged was in fact something for him. But what he loved even more was when Tia shared details of her own exploits. Over the past couple of years, Tia's appetite for novelty had grown immensely.
As Sam turned back to the living room, carrying his wife's and her lover's drinks, he saw a taste of the novelty Tia had craved. Her longtime fantasy was to be with a man who obviously and categorically outmatched her physically. Taller, bigger, and stronger. Since she was herself so tall and worked out regularly, this was not easy to find. At Sam's encouragement, she had set aside the mild social guilt of disqualifying men who were not tall enough or were too lanky, and a few months ago she had discovered Mark.
"Holy shit..." Sam breathed involuntarily as he rejoined the pair. Tia was straddling Mark on the couch, her shirt strewn across the cushion beside her. Mark's thick, powerful hands were running up and down her back, just below the black strap of the lacy bra that Tia had bought specifically to wear for him. For a second, Sam thought Mark might go ahead and unclasp it right there, but instead the pair on the couch turned back to look at him.
"Everything all right?" Tia asked him with an impish grin.
Sam replied after he set the drinks on the coffee table, "Uh yeah, you two just look so fucking hot right there, and it caught me off guard." He smiled sheepishly.
Mark returned the others' smiles. "I guess everything's going smoothly so far," he said in a kindly tone. "Anything you want to talk about now, before we get a fuckton more distracting?"
Sam reflected on the question. "Nope, I'm good." The trio sipped at the gin and tonics he had brought.
Months earlier--before Tia had even met Mark--the married couple had talked the situation over in almost agonizing detail.
"You've been so good to me through this, Sam," Tia had said. "I'm lucky to have a husband who gives me a chance at these fantasies, when I thought they could never happen. How are you? What can I do for you? What do you want?"
Sam had hesitated one last time, before at long last saying it out loud to his wife. "I want to be your cuckold."
"What, do you mean like just, I keep fucking other men and you stop fucking other women? That is easy enough."
"No, no, I want more than that. I want you to make me your cuckold."
"So like a threesome, or you watching me more, or what?" Tia had still been searching for understanding. "I can definitely record more of my dates, it's not that much trouble."
"No... well, yes and no... that's not really what it's about..." Sam had stuttered.
Tia had looked at him, still confused. "So ... you want to stop fucking me and only watch?! I love our sex life. You make me cum every time."
Sam's pace of speech had quickened. "No, I still want us to fuck! So... like, when we have threesomes, you're so generous and attentive to both me and the other guy. When you go out, you take pictures and videos for me. You're a very sweet and thoughtful person and I love you for it. But in the videos, I can see and hear you with these men. I know your body responds in ways it never does with me. I know you've tried so many things you've craved or been curious about with them, that you never really asked of me."
"Well, it's not better, it's just diff--" Tia had tried to interrupt.
"Different, I know," Sam finished. "That's fine. But I want us both to own up to it. To the situation. To the fact that I just distract you in group situations, because neither of us has owned up to the fact that being a cuckold--not a swinger or a stag or an open-minded husband--is where I belong. It's who I want to be. It's who I am. And I want you to tell me that, in the moment. I want you to indulge yourself while pleasuring these men instead of pleasuring me. If there's something that you love, that I haven't given you or can't give you, I want to hear about it from you. But don't mince words. It won't hurt me... much. It will turn me on. It's what I need. It's how you indulge me. Because I am your cuckold."
Tia had paused to think for a long time. "Okay," she had said finally. "I think we can do that. Anything else?" She had chuckled.
"Can you see about dating a bi guy, or at least someone pretty open-minded? I want to suck his dick while you two make out after having sex."
Blushing slightly, Tia laughed. "So I just need to find a six-foot-six dominant bisexual guy with a thick cock who wants to fuck a married woman while she tells her watching husband how good the guy is at fucking her? Super easy, barely an inconvenience."
Now, months later, Sam again took stock of the situation he had quite specifically asked for. Tia and Mark, having put down their drinks, were caressing each other and trading kisses, as they sat next to each other on the couch. They kept at it for a few minutes, only occasionally trading glances with Sam and each other before continuing. After a while, Sam shifted around on the couch and withdrew something from his back pocket.
One of the most fun surprises for both Sam and Tia was Tia's interest in BDSM, one that she had only discovered or admitted after opening the relationship, instead of during the first decades of their marriage. She had come home to Sam with visible bruises and marks many times over the past couple years, and he loved hearing about how they got there. Very early on, before Tia had actually dated anyone, she had gone on a small shopping spree for lingerie and leather fetishwear. Teddies, fishnets, a leather corset, and a leather choker collar with a ring. It was this last item that Sam retrieved.
Sam watched and waited until he caught Mark's attention. Then he handed over the collar to Mark with a crooked half-smile. Tia looked back at Sam, and then at the exchange, and a look of excitement flashed on her face. Mark looked at her and said, "do you want me to put this on you?"
"Yes, sir," Tia breathed. Mark obliged, clasping the collar around her neck, the ring dangling above her chest. When it was secure, she looked back at Sam and breathed deeply in anticipation. All of this had been planned, and almost scripted ahead of time, among the three of them. In previous egalitarian threesomes with other men, everyone felt awkward at times; Tia wondering if Sam was getting enough pleasure, Sam wondering if Tia or the other man were only participating out of obligation, the other man wondering what the limits and expectations of the situation really were.
This way was different, and better. With the little ritual, Sam signaled to Mark that he should feel free to have his way with Tia. He showed Tia that he wanted her to submit to Mark instead of worrying about him. And Tia, by accepting and asking Mark to collar her, showed that she was eager to continue.
All of that had been planned. Sam and Tia had explained to Mark over a group text how they would like the evening to start. Now, Mark and Tia would pleasure each other, and when they wanted Sam to participate, they would tell him what to do. This was all unplanned. Sam wasn't sure what would happen to him after this; he just wanted Tia to show him how other men satisfied her cravings.
Mark and Tia kissed passionately on the couch next to Sam, their tongues exploring, their hands and legs moving and sliding against each other. Eventually, Tia broke their lips' embrace and said to Mark, "please, take me to the bedroom." She turned back to Sam and said, "Stay here. We'll call for you when it's time. Listen carefully."
Sam replied, "Okay," and watched as his wife got up from the couch, took her lover's hand, and retreated with him around the hallway corner and into the bedroom.
Our bedroom? Sam thought questioningly, his mind trying and failing to keep pace with his excited heartbeat. The basics of the situation weren't entirely new. He had definitely stepped back and let his wife have fun with other men, even in their own house and in their own bedroom. Hell, the most common thing to happen in their open marriage was that Tia would go out on her own, and spend the night with another man, bringing only stories and the occasional video back to Sam. He had been living most of a cuckold's life merely by encouraging his wife to be a hotwife, but there had always been something vaguely lacking. Something missing.
Sam strained to hear what was going on in the bedroom, wondering what it would sound like when he was called for. He didn't think Tia would keep him waiting for an hour, or anything like that. But since it wasn't planned, Sam didn't know what exactly to expect. He could hear rustling, thumping, and a few words, too quiet to be intelligible from the living room. He sighed nervously, tapped his fingers on his knee, and waited.
It seemed like a very long time. Sam finished his own drink, and took a tiny sip of the one Tia had abandoned. He alternated between getting excited and nervous and impatient, and telling himself to be patient and to trust Tia and the situation.
