This is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18. It contains themes of cuckolding and threesomes. Please do not read if you are offended.
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The draw back sheds very little dust. The push forward drives you deeper. Each pairing in itself seems inconsequential but tens, hundreds of these put together have you arrive at a very different place. Changed. Never the same.
I could tell a thousand stories, each draw and plunge an adventure. Probably good stories too, concise, to the point. Most similar to others that you read. Graphic. Sexual.
But this one is about sawing the board through, almost without realizing it. The first draw was a fantasy. Safe. Exploring something different. A little fun with my wife. Of course I assumed her and another woman, but she playfully challenged that...why can't it be another man. The saw moved forward.
With the board in two pieces, I am a cuckold. More than that, owned by another man. The fantasy kindled but chance ignited it.
Life moves fast at a point. Gets complicated and the world isn't getting simpler. Work, obligations, stress. Most manage it well and I think that I did too, but I needed to clear some cobwebs. Get an outside perspective. I went through the normal channels and found a local therapist. Meetings once a week. Mostly just conversation. He helped me focus. Sort things out. He recommended writing... a journal, diary or something. Putting it on paper forced me to focus, creating complete thoughts.
It was an effective tool. I use it regularly now. Over time trust grew and a relationship formed. He was casually direct. He possessed an understanding authority. I felt at ease with him and settled. Our time was winding down with not much more to discuss. I brought it up. Sex. The fantasy. I don't know why. There was a thrill, I guess. But it was safe. This was a place to talk about that. And he listened.
I felt embarrassed and he graciously let it fall. Shortly after, we parted ways.
Some time later we ran into each other. Just a random store around town. I introduced my wife to him and offered coffee. He accepted and we chatted a bit. Small talk. Normal.
That night I shared with her that last tidbit. "I told him about the fantasy". She was shocked, or at least feigned it. "What did you say!?"
"Just that we play with the idea,...you know, a threesome..".
"What did he say?"
"Just that it's normal...if we are both into it, its good to explore. Normal stuff."
"That's it?"
"I mentioned the part about it being with another man...asked if was weird..."
"Annnd?"
"He said that it was fine...kind of let it drop."
Her "shock" evaporated and she was playful. I felt her hand on my thigh. My body responded. "He was a handsome man...mature, distinguished..."
It was my turn for shock, my mine was not feigned. "What? Him?"
Her lips drew close to my ear, her breath a whisper as she handled me, "what did you want to him..."
