Author's Note: This is a tale of a resilient woman with a less assertive husband who, unwillingly, becomes entangled in her fantasy realm. In the past, similar narratives I've written have garnered negative reactions from some male readers. If you hold the perspective that a man compelled into a cuckold experience should resort to violence, this story might not align with your preferences. I want to warn you that the content may not be to your liking.
For readers outside the United States, it's important to note that the term "Defcon" is utilized by the US military to denote a series of alert levels, with Defcon Five being the least concerning and Defcon One the most severe. However, in this story, I've chosen to invert this hierarchy, making Defcon Five the most critical. I apologize to my military friends who may find this deviation disconcerting; it just felt more fitting for the narrative.
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Three men sat at the bar, their eyes fixed on the worn-out counter, reminiscing about the days when they "owned" the place. Five years ago, they were college students sitting in these same seats at least two nights a week. These seats had been carefully chosen back when they were in school as they had a clear view of the door where they could easily evaluate every college girl who walked in.
Chris and Tom rarely showed up these days. Both had married soon after graduation and Tom had a baby that kept him close to home most nights. Billy was the only one not tied down. He at least pretended to enjoy his freedom although being single wasn't quite what it used to be.
Billy noticed her first as the couple walked into the bar. "Hot babe at the door," he said just as he used to call out in his younger days. Tom and Chris turned for a look as the couple cleared the doorway. "Oh shit, Chris, it's your wife!" Tom whispered.
Chris could only look down at his beer. He didn't want to look at the couple as they moved to a booth in the back. Moments later, his phone, sitting in the bar, started to buzz. All three could see the message from his wife on the screen.
"Whiskey on the rocks and a white wine, please."
The two guys stared at Chris in amazement. It was Billy who finally spoke. "Oh fuck, you're a cuckold!"
Chris just stared at the bar. Right then he knew what was happening. They had reached Defcon Five.
One year earlier....
Chris and Norah lay in bed on a Saturday morning in their small one-bedroom apartment. They loved their place. It didn't have a lot of room. Beyond the bedroom, there was one bath and a small hallway that extended to the living room and was seamlessly connected to an open kitchen. There wasn't room for guests; that was okay with them. They liked being alone in their tiny home.
That morning, Chris was thinking how happy he was. What he had heard about marriages wasn't true. His friends had said that you have as much sex in your first year as you do for the rest of your life. Here he was a good four years into his marriage and his naked wife was quietly leaning into him gently caressing him with her hand as she nibbled on his ear.
This was a typical Saturday morning for the duo. There was no work to get up for and nothing was pressing. Chris knew what was coming; hot talk and sex. He didn't need the talk. Norah's hand on his balls was plenty for him. She loved the sex talk. He always saw how she would get hotter and hotter as she explained some crazy fantasy to him.
Norah adored the way her mind controlled her body. Back in her single days, she would write out her fantasies so that she could read them over and over again. She chose to write them in a composition book partly because she didn't understand the cloud and didn't trust her phone to keep these secret writings private. There was also something special about having her stories written down on paper.
Alone at night she would pull her book from its hiding place next to her bed and read it until she had to drop it to move her fingers to her pussy. It wouldn't take long before the waves of ecstasy would flow up toward her breasts and down to her toes relaxing her whole body and often putting her to sleep.
The notebook was set aside when she met Chris. She had other lovers before him but he was the first that she connected to. She didn't know why this was. Physically Chris wasn't her "dream guy." He wasn't the kind to throw her down on the bed and fuck her so hard that she wouldn't be able to move the next day. Those guys were only in her notebook. Chris was a gentle lover, a virgin when they met, whose every move was meant to give her pleasure. He regularly started with his tongue between her legs which often led to the first of many orgasms she would have in a given night.
This particular Saturday morning she leaned her naked body against his arm, first fondling his balls and then pressing her palm against his ever-hardening cock. As she touched him she whispered into his ear the fantasy that had been running through her head for the past few weeks. "What if I met a guy at work and he was really hot and he was big and muscular? What if he gave me a hug that turned me on? Would you be jealous?"
Chris couldn't respond immediately. He lay there feeling her pressing tighter against him as she spoke. He had no desire to play the jealousy game but that didn't matter now. He would enjoy the feelings in his crotch that would have him pumping inside her shortly. He reached out and caressed her breast.
"I want him to fuck me, Christopher," she continued. Norah always called him by his proper name when they were making love. Today, in her mind, Stephen, a man she knew at work, was about to fuck her right in front of Chris. There was some strange thrill about being watched by her husband. It was not a fantasy she had had before and it turned her on so hard that she jumped atop Chris and couldn't wait to have him inside her.
Chris was surprised by the speed of her action but had no complaints as his penis slid deeply into her. Within minutes he felt the intense pleasure of his fluids pounding through his penis and into her womb.
Later, as they lay quietly in bed, Norah kept thinking about why openly cheating on Chris with Stephen was such a turn-on for her. She wanted to put it out of her mind but she couldn't seem to do so. Was it Stephen that she wanted or was she wanting to control her husband's emotions? She honestly didn't know.
Norah had been in lust with Stephen ever since she was promoted to a position that brought her up to the 4th floor where she saw him regularly. Stephen was more like the guys in her fantasy stories. He was over six feet tall, with arms that looked like they could crush anything in sight. She often imagined him pulling her tight into him, her breasts being pressed into a chest that was equally as hard as his arms.
Just a week earlier, Stephen had announced that he was leaving the company. Having been recruited by a firm across town, Norah considered the possibility that she might never see him again. She couldn't let that happen. On her way home that night she stopped at a store and picked up a composition book. It was time to start writing again.
Chris was also thinking about that morning's pillow talk. Of course, he had no idea that she was thinking about a specific man at work. Norah had never mentioned Stephen to him. He only thought about the idea of someone else screwing his wife. The thought both sickened and excited him.
Later that morning, Norah and Chris sat on the living room couch. The TV droned on with a cable news network, but the two of them paid it no mind, engrossed in their phones. Norah was shopping for shoes while Chris was reading about cuckolding.
Chris looked up at Norah, "You don't really want to have sex with someone else, do you?"
Norah froze. She hadn't expected that question. She continued to stare at the shoes in her shopping cart to give herself time to figure out how to respond. Finally, she said, "Do you want me to?"
"Ahh, no, I don't think so," he replied.
Norah put down her phone and moved closer to him on the couch. She felt content that he was thinking about it even if he wasn't explicitly expressing a desire for it. She pressed her breasts against his arm and rested her hand on his inner thigh. "You know that I love only you, right?"
"Yeah, I know, and I love you too. I wouldn't want to lose you."
"What if you knew you weren't going to lose me?" she asked as her palm moved higher on his leg.
"I suppose..." his sentence dropped off as her fingers reached his balls. His head fell back against the cushions as Norah reached for his buckle. Moments later his pants were down at his knees and Norah's mouth was hovering over his erect penis.
He felt her breath as she drew away and asked, "So you love me, Christopher?"
