Jen’s second date with Jason went well. But, still no sex. All the same, Jen was thrilled!
“It was great!” she told me. “Jason and I held hands in public, kissed without stressing about who might be watching, and just had a really great time! Jason is really fun to be around, Michael! He’s smart and funny and really, really hot! It’s so great! To go out on real dates like this! It really is like being a single college girl! Plus, you didn’t come up at all! Not on our first date and not on our second date. Jason knows I’m married, but it doesn’t seem to be a big deal to him. The date was just about him and I getting to know each other and enjoying each other’s company.”
Jen and I were fully clothed as she told me all this. Sure, we were sort of cuddling. But, it was almost like friends cuddling. Nothing sexual was happening between us as she spoke. I could tell that she just wanted to talk. So, I just smiled as she went on.
“When I was seeing Brian, I always had to be so discreet all the time! Except for those occasions when we were out of town and then Brian and I could act in public like the couple that we already were in private. Otherwise, it was this big, huge secret! Things were also kind of discreet with Kyle and Brent. I mean I’m sure some of their friends suspected or even knew, but there wasn’t any making out in public between us or anything like that. It was all on the down low. Besides, what I was doing with Kyle and Brent wasn’t exactly dating. But, Jason and I have have had two real dates and neither of us behaved like I’m married to another man. It’s like being married to you is a minor technicality that doesn’t have to get in the way. I’m having this huge revelation! Like I can still be married to you and be single and available at the same time! It’s crazy! And wonderful! It’s like a whole new world has opened up for me! I love it!”
I was as hard as a rock as Jen spoke to me, of course. But, it was hidden away in my jeans. My role at that moment was to be a supportive best friend and not a horny husband, so I forced myself to act the part.
“Is he a good kisser?” I asked with a smile.
“An amazing kisser!” Jen replied.
“Do you already have a date number three planned?” I asked.
“Of course!” Jen replied. “This is great! Talking to you like this, with all our clothes on. No fooling around. Just me telling you about the great date I had tonight with another man. We need to do this more often, Michael. Just talk and enjoy each other’s company platonically.”
“We already do that quite a bit,” I said with a smile.
“You know what I mean,” Jen said with a laugh. “I like being able to talk to you about my feelings like this without it being a part of some sort of weird foreplay. It makes my date with Jason even more real and not just some sort of weird cuckold game. Same thing goes for me not being you into sexually. It’s good to be able to talk about it freely and honestly with you. I like that I’m able to talk about it with you as though it were a real thing. Because, it is a real thing and it shouldn’t have to be covered up. If we’re only talking about it during sex or when we’re fooling around, then that’s a form of cover up”
Hearing Jen talk like that just made me believe even more that something really had changed between us after Thanksgiving. It was scary as fuck and hot as fuck. But, I just went along with it.
“You’re totally right,” I replied. “Sure, it’s hot for me when you say stuff like that when we’re fooling around. We both know that. But, it’s gotta be frustrating for you if you can only be honest about your feelings in those moments.”
“Exactly!” Jen said with excitement that I was agreeing. “I’m left wondering if we’re on the same page. Like am I truly free to date other men for real? Like do you really understand that I’m not into you in a sexual way? Are you mad at me for not thinking of you as a real man or are you finally okay with it? Or do I have to pretend like I do think of you as a real man so that I don’t hurt your feelings? And do you mean it when you say that you understand that I’m looking to replace you sexually and that sex with you is disposable to me? Do you believe me when I tell you that I think of you more as a good friend or as a brother than I do as a lover? Are you really okay with that? Are you actually going to be able to embrace that? So that when I do replace you again sexually, is being a platonic best friend to me going to be enough for you? And if we basically put having a normal marriage on hold for the whole time I’m in college, what will that do to us? We don’t even know how long I’ll be in college. A lot of people don’t graduate on time. A lot of people go to grad school. That’s a long time, Michael. Are you going to want a wife who isn’t into you sexually and only has sex with you in between boyfriends?”
“Hey, I get it,” I told Jen. “The questions you’re asking yourself. I understand. And you’re right. And it’s good for you to put your feelings out there in the open in front of us when we’re not having sex or fooling around. If you know that I’m on board for real and not just as a part of some big sex game, then you can enjoy yourself more and not have to worry about everything so much. Believe me, I totally get it. I have to admit though that even when we’re fully clothed and you’re simply telling me like it is, a part of me is still sexually excited. But, that’s why all of this can work. Right? If I weren’t into all of this in a sexual way, then there would be a problem. I still have sexual needs. But, I’m a cuckold. So my sexual needs can be fulfilled in a cuckold way. As you know, I love having sex with you. But, I love even more when you have a real man in your life to have sex with. Playing the role of your eunuch cuckold servant is more fulfilling to me than actually having sex with you. Not because I don’t love having sex with you, but because I do love having sex with you and I know how great it is! It’s the best thing in the world! I think about how lucky any man is to be able to have sex with you, Jen! And, because I’m a cuckold, it excites me when another man gets the honor. It excites me even more when it’s a real man. I think about how amazing sex with you is and then I think about how much better it must be with a real man in my place. I’ve become hooked on the idea. When you don’t have a real man in your life, I find myself frustrated and wishing that you did. I used to be upset at the idea that you don’t think of me as a real man when it comes to sex. But, as time has gone by I’ve stopped thinking of myself as a real man. I mean I still think of myself as a real man in every other way, but not when it comes to sex. I don’t know if over time you’ve conditioned me into feeling that way about myself or if I’ve just come to accept it on my own. But, I’m not complaining either way. Hanging on to that was just getting in the way of things. It was an obstacle. I’m finding that it’s easier and more enjoyable to just let go and not hang on to that part of myself. Hanging on to that part of myself was only going to cause me to be angry at you and at myself. Letting go truly gives me the opportunity to be a real cuckold whose sexual needs can be satisfied exclusively through cuckold activities that don’t involve me penetrating you. When you finally find a real man to replace me with again, I’ll be a little bit sad at the loss of getting to have sex with you. But, I’ll be far more happy that you’re getting the sex that you deserve. And I’ll also be relieved that you’re no longer settling for inadequate sex with me. I don’t deserve to have sex with you, Jen.”
“No, you don’t.” Jen replied bluntly and honestly, but not in a mean way.
“But, when you do start denying me sex again on full-time basis, I really do want it to be for a real man and I really do want him to know it. I know I’ve said that before, but it’s worth saying again now. I want him to know that I’m not an obstacle or competition. I want to keep having that feeling of letting go that I just described. To just let go of being your lover and to completely pass that torch on to my sexual replacement and to not be miserable about it. If all three of us know that he’s my sexual replacement, then there’s no room for confusion. All three of us will view him as your lover and there won’t be any confusion. Just acceptance.”
“Yes,” Jen replied firmly. “But, as my real lover and my real boyfriend. He’s not going to be just some bull who’s only there for cuckold fun and games. You’ll still get teased and taunted. But, remember, don’t expect any wrestling or ball busting. My sex life is going to be about me and him, not about you. You’re going to need to be satisfied with whatever cuckold experiences I’m able to give you in that situation. If my future boyfriend’s not interested in cuckold play, then you’ll have to live with that and live with whatever experiences I’m able to provide you with, Michael. I’ll make sure that he knows that I’ve given up sex with you to be exclusive with him. I’ll make sure that he knows that he’s completely replaced you as my lover and that you’re no competition for him and not an obstacle. Believe me, he’ll know. I’ll want him to know as much as you want it. I don’t want there to be a doubt in his mind! But, you better be prepared to know it, Michael. I want it to be an easy transition for you. I want you to be happy.”
“Thank you,” I responded. “Thanks for helping me make the transition into platonic friend territory, babe.”
Jen smiled. “Thank you for being such a good friend, Michael. A good friend who isn’t standing in the way of me and my future lover. Remember that when I finally replace you, it’s your job to help as much as possible. My ideal scenario is one where you’re not just my best friend, but you also become my lover’s best friend too. One where he and I both enjoy having you around and where you enjoy watching us grow as a couple and enjoy helping us with that. If you do a good job, he’ll want you around as much as I want you around. Then the three of us can be happy together. Kind of crazy to say it out loud and not as a part of sex talk. But, I think that’s what my goal in all this is. At least until the time comes when it’s no longer possible and you and I have to figure out how to get back to being a normal couple. No hurry though. I’m not in any rush to go back to settling for you as my only lover, Michael.”
“I know,” I replied. “Like you said, college will be a while. Maybe grad school after that. Don’t worry. It’ll be some time before we have to figure how to be a normal couple again.”
I didn’t bother mentioning to Jen how it sounded to me like her goal was to recreate what we had with Brian and that what she really wanted was for Brian to have never moved away. I was being a good friend and a good friend wouldn’t make a big deal of pointing something like that out.
Two days after that conversation, I got a text message while I was at work.
“Jason and I had sex. In case you’re wondering, he is a real man!”
I found out later that day that the sex was in mine and Jen’s marital bed. Which made it even better.
I had sex with Jen that weekend. $40 dollars in exchange for being able to penetrate my own wife.
“It’s so awkward having sex with you, Michael.” Jen giggled as I fucked her. “In the same bed that Jason gave me some of the most amazing sex imaginable! Too bad he wore a condom. But, those are the rules. Gotta play safe. The man I want to cum inside of me has to wear a condom for now, but my eunuch cuckold husband gets to shoot his load inside of me. That’s so twisted! How much longer do you think it’ll be that you get to keep cumming inside of me, Michael? Or even having sex with me for that matter? Just remember, you don’t deserve to have sex with me. It’ll be such a relief when I finally replace you again sexually! I’m so looking forward to it! As you’re fucking me right now, every stroke, every thrust just reminds me of how inadequate you are sexually and of how much better Jason is in bed! You’re fucking yourself into obsolescence, Michael! You’re making me more and more eager to replace you sexually! Understand?”
“Yes,” I replied as I continued to have sex with Jen. I wanted to cum so bad!
“I’m going to close my eyes and think about Jason now,” Jen said bluntly.
We continued having sex in silence, other than the usual grunts, moans, and groans.
When Jen started to O, I let myself O as well.
As we cuddled, Jen reminded me that she mean what she had said during sex.
“Remember, that wasn’t just sex talk, Michael.”
“I know,” I replied.
“I feel like we’re doing really well,” Jen continued. “I have no complaints. I mean other than the inferior sex that you give me. But, that’s nothing against you. Sex is what real men are for. You’re being a really good and really supportive husband in all the ways that you can. I think you’re great and I want you to know that I’m as in love with you now as I’ve ever been. I really can be in love with you, but not be into you sexually. I’m okay with that. You’re showing me that you’re okay with that too, or at least you’re doing your best to be. Keep it up, okay? I really do appreciate it and I really do appreciate you. I’m very happy with you, Michael. We really are doing well. The more you show me that you’re not afraid of letting go of being my lover when the time comes, the more happy I am with you. The more proud I am of you.”
And that was the last time I’ve had sex with Jen.
The holidays were hectic. Jen and Jason did find the time for another couple of dates after Christmas but before the New Year. The continued having sex in our bed. Funny thing was that I still hadn’t met Jason yet at that point. But, Jen assured me that this was normal.
“Yes you’re my husband,” she told me. “But, remember that I’m dating as if I was single and that you’re more like a best friend or a brother to me than you are a lover. It’s too soon to introduce Jason to my best friend. He and I have only had a few dates so far. As it goes on though, introducing you will be the natural thing to do.”
Jen’s explanation made sense, so I accepted it without thinking much more about it.
When New Year’s Eve came, Jen and I went to a party with friends. Jason had his own event to go to. But, Jen and Jason exchanged some messages, which Jen shared with me.
Jason: “Happy New Year, beautiful!”
Jen: “Happy New Year!”
Jason: “You having a good time?”
Jen: “Yeah, you?”
Jason: “Yeah, just wish I had someone to kiss when the clock struck 12. By someone, I mean you.”
Jen: “That’s sweet! Promise you’re not kissing anyone at that party?”
Jason: “Promise. I’m here with friends. No kissing is gonna happen. Why? Would you be jealous?”
Jen: “I have no right to be jealous.”
Jason: “True, I guess. But, that’s not what I asked. Lol. Would you be?”
Jen: “Lol. Okay. Maybe a little.”
Jason: “Did you kiss Michael?”
Jen: “Yeah. Why? Does that make you feel jealous?”
Jason: “No, but sort of yes also. No because I figured your husband gets a New Year’s kiss since he’s right there with you. Yes because I have to wait for my New Year’s kiss.”
Jen: “Well, let’s make sure to see each other soon so you don’t have to wait to long.
Plus, there’s something else I can offer.”
Jason: “Oh yeah?”
Jen: “You can be my first lay of the New Year. Lol.”
Jason: “I like that idea! Lol. Is your husband going to be cool with that?”
Jen: “Does it matter?”
Jason: “I don’t know. Does it?”
Jen: “He’s pretty easy going. But, if he tries to put the moves on, what should I tell him when I turn him down? Lol.”
Jason: “That you’re saving yourself for me! Lol.”
Jen: “Good answer! Lol. That’s what I’m going to tell him!”
Jason: “For real?”
Jen: “Yeah. Why not? It’s the truth. Lol.”
So, $40 bucks or not, I didn’t get to have sex with Jen on New Year’s day. She and Jason had sex on Tuesday, while I was at work. Jen’s first lay of the New Year, just like she promised Jason. They had sex again the day after too.
I was ready to redeem my $40, but Jen shared some new messages with me that put that idea to rest for now.
Jason: “Still turning Michael down for sex? Lol.”
Jen: “Yep. Still want me to keep turning him down? Lol.”
And then tonight I finally met him. Jen had left a list of chores for me to do while she and Jason had a Friday night date. I didn’t meet Jason until Jen got home after their date. She brought Jason into our apartment and introduced us.
“Hey, man!” Jason said to me as he gripped my hand. “Good to meet you!”
There was total confidence in the way he greeted me. He was friendly, but it really was as though he was meeting Jen’s best friend and roommate. There was no sign that he was nervous about meeting Jen’s husband. We chatted for a few minutes. Just bullshit small talk.
“Jason and I are going to be using the bedroom tonight, Michael.” Jen said early in the conversation. “Can you grab whatever you need out of the bedroom so you can sleep in the study tonight?”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied.
Jen and Jason locked themselves in the bedroom and I grabbed my computer and started typing. As I typed, I tried to overhear them talking. But, couldn’t really make out what they were saying. I heard some laughing. Eventually I heard the sounds of sex. From the sounds Jen made, I could tell that Jason was satisfying her in ways that I couldn’t. When Jen stepped out to use the bathroom, she paid me a quick visit.
“You doing okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. Just doing some stuff on the computer.”
“Okay. Cool. I brought you a present.” Jen opened up her hand and gave me a used condom that was tied off at the end. “Jason and I are talking about being exclusive. After we go get tested, there won’t be any more condoms. So consider this a special treat. Anyway, I have to get back. You have a good night.”
Jen kissed me goodnight and left me with the condom filled with Jason’s cum. I stared at it for a minute or two and then smelled it and licked it. I tasted Jen, but I had an even crazier idea. I untied the condom and put it in my mouth, turning it inside out once it was inside. I sucked out and swallowed every last bit of Jason’s cum and then threw the condom out.
I was ready to masturbate and go to sleep. But, I stayed up to finish typing all of this. I’m not up for proofreading and I hope I didn’t make too many typos. Sorry if I did. I’m signing off now. I need to masturbate so bad. And then I need to sleep. Goodnight.