Cuckold Learning Book 1: How it Started

[CuckoldLearning]

My wife, Mallory, and I married young. I met her between my freshman and sophomore years of college, the day before she graduated from high school, and we hit it off quickly. Over the next 7 years, we each got degrees, got into high paying jobs and got married.

Then, finally, we stopped to breathe. There had been a lot of great times, but we had never let loose. I was virtually the only man she'd ever been with. And then we started to talk about swinging.

It was my idea first. I came across some video online and started to imagine myself with my wife and another woman worshiping my cock. That would be me-- king of the swingers. I was smart enough not to sell it that way, just how much fun we could have exploring, so she agreed to at least look into it.

We signed up on one of those swinger personal pages and started to look around. We had a few fun chats, with a lot of fun sex imagining this new world we were going to enter, but nothing worth jumping into. Until Tim and Lexi wrote-- they were exactly what we had looked for. Attractive, but within our realm, intelligent, enough experience to bring us through our first time, but not so much experience as to be frustrated with first-timers.

The next Friday night we met up for drinks at a nice hotel bar. The chat was easy. Lexi was fairly attractive with big tits and nice blue eyes. And Tim seemed like a nice guy-- smaller than me, but relatively fit. My dreams were all coming true.

One drink led to another. And then to the next bar-- more of a dive. Shots and beers. Lexi started rubbing her leg on mine under the bar. "Back to our place?"

I looked at Mallory and she nodded shyly. And before I knew it we were out in a cab. I didn't notice it at the time, but the first sign of what was to come was probably the seating arrangement. I took the front seat, while Tim, Lexi and Mallory took the back. It wasn't a long ride, but things were clearly starting before we even got to their apartment.

They showed us their room and Lexi started to kiss my wife. I watched hesitantly at first not wanting to make the wrong move but it was HOT. Tim wasn't so hesitant and quickly started to cop some feels.

Clothes came off, Lexi pushed me onto my bed and things started to blur. I looked over and my wife was on her knees in front of Tim, his hand firmly holding her hair. I looked down at the sexy woman giving me a blowjob, then back at my wife and—FUCK. I tried to hold it but I couldn’t, I was over the edge and starting to cum.

Tim wasn’t. Instead he was fucking my wife’s mouth like he owned it. Lexi smiled up at me, “You sure seemed to like that,” she said, and I assured her she was right even though all I could think about was the other two in the room.

I let my head lay back on the pillow and thought about intervening. Lexi beat me to it. She crawled over and joined my wife in sucking Tim’s cock. He was rough with them and directing the shots. He told Mallory to bend over and she did. Staring me lustfully in the eye when she did. It was the first time we looked eye to eye and the first time I realized I probably couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. Luckily Lexi came over and started to give me a handjob. She was clearly enjoying the show and I maybe was too—or at least my cock was.

It didn’t seem to last too long, but the night was really blurry. Eventually, me and Mallory got a cab back to our apartment. We didn’t talk about what happened that night. At least not enough. There were a lot of emotions to unpack, but my pride was too much to admit what was true—I was not the king of swingers and I enjoyed watching my wife take Tim’s cock more than even getting a blowjob.

What happened after that night would change our relationship fundamentally in ways that I’ve come to accept are good.
It took a week to feel right and come to terms with things. I tried telling myself a lot of stories—it was all good fun and I was a swinger now! Fun times ahead! I got head from another guy’s wife (no matter the other guy fucked my wife’s brains out)! It was Lexi’s tits that made me cum faster than I ever had before, not my wife being manhandled by a dominant guy three feet away.

But then we went out for a happy hour on Friday. Jogged together and then got a bite at a cool new brunch spot with friends on Saturday. And then put together an infuriatingly complicated piece of furniture on Sunday. Yes, we tried swinging but came out still in love. It felt great.

Monday was normal. Then Tuesday came a text I’d look back on as a turning point in my life—it came just as I was rushing into a two-hour long meeting filled with executive that could decide the entire direction of my career—“Stopping by Tim and Lexi’s for coffee! Hope that’s cool, see you tonight!”

I read the message after the meeting and felt my stomach turn into a knot. It was too late to say no, but I wished I had. What would she be doing there? But, I was smart enough to not fight over it now—she gave me the chance to say no, I just couldn’t. There was no use seeming jealous, anxious, controlling, when I couldn’t stop her now anyway.

Instead, I went home and played it cool, “How are they?”

“Oh, they’re doing great. Going away this weekend to a beach house owned by another couple they play with. Isn’t that cool? They said we should join them sometime.”

I asked a few questions but she said nothing at all about what they did except talk. Most men would probably press, but I didn’t. I did something way less manly—I spent the entire week sneaking in masturbation sessions imagining Mallory bent over a table, Tim’s thick cock filling her up, while Lexi encouraged them over a cup of coffee.

Then I went out with my friend Chris on Friday night and got totally hammered, like I hadn’t since I was 19. And then again, out with Mallory and drowning my every thought in a bottle of whiskey. I’m not usually an emotional drunk, but it bled through that night- all of the nights I could only fall asleep after quietly trying to get one last cum in before bed; the sudden certainty I would not be the largest man she ever slept with; and the nagging doubts about my ability to compete.

Finally, Mallory confronted me and asked what was wrong and I slipped, “Did you fuck him?”

“Fuck who?”

“Tim!”

“You saw me fuck Tim! While Lexi was sucking your cock!” she responded defensively.

“On Tuesday!”

“Oh, no silly. Lexi and I just gave him a blowjob. It was the middle of the day, no time.”

Inside, I was on fire. I wanted to scream, argue, tell her to leave. Instead, I got a crazy erection. My wife giggled and grabbed it, stroking me slowly, “Want to hear about it, big guy?”

[armyguyot1]

Welcome to the forum Cuckoldlearning.

[greenbuff]

Following

[CuckoldLearning]

In most of the fantasy erotica, the next step is finding some BBC bull or whatever. But, not for us. The next year was a stumble, at best.

We spent another night with Lexi and Tim. I made up excuses to cancel a few attempts to get together, but finally gave in. I fucked Lexi that night, but nowhere near as well as Tim fucked Mallory. I guess no surprises there. I would spend the next six months trying to avoid stroking to that memory, but often failing.

Then I slipped up and sent her a few links about being a stag/vixen couple. It seemed like a good move at the time—I could dip my toe into a fantasy that was consuming me, without giving up the manliness. She would be doing it for and with me.

So, we got back on the swinging website and found a guy. What a disappointment! He was nowhere near as hung as his pictures, lasted about five minutes max and was clearly uncomfortable around me. It put us off the fantasy for a few months.

Life was pretty normal for those few months. I got a promotion, she got a dream job at a great hospital, we made friends and had fun. At times it felt like the swinging chapter was over. But, I could never really outrun the fantasy. Some nights I found myself fucking Mallory and suddenly could see that face she gave me when Tim plunged into her. I started drinking a little less because whenever I hade one or two extra drinks, I wanted to jump into the old profile and imagine some of the fit guys on there taking her and fucking her brains out.

Finally, I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I waited until she was at work so I could text it instead of having to say the words myself: “Have you thought about playing with another guy again? Could be fun.”

“Lol, yeah sure I’ve thought about it. Lexi just told me about a guy she played with recently and it sounded fun.”

“Maybe we just you know…take our time finding the right one.”

“Sure babe, sounds hot. I’m really busy right now, though, can we talk later?”

Mallory was amazing. So willing to go with the flow and have fun. We did talk that night and fired up the old profile. Nothing happened immediately, just some browsing. We created snapchats and started to talk with a few guys. One or two seemed interesting, but then flaked.

And then we met Adam. From the moment we met him it felt notably different. He was focused on her and had his shit together like he had done this before. He wasn’t mean to me, but sensed that I wasn’t the decision maker and before long they were making plans. He insisted on video chats with each of us before anything happened, though. “Too many catfish just want dick pics.”

The next evening we had calls scheduled. I spent the whole day trying to figure out how I had agreed to this. Sometimes it was excruciating and I more than once typed up texts asking to cancel. But then I would remember the road to get here and feel thankful that we had met someone mature enough to go into this with a measured approach.

Her call came first and she shut herself in our bedroom. I’m not too proud to admit that my ear pressed to the door, but all I got was an occasional muffled laugh and a few words. It felt kind of good that some of those words included my name.

After about twenty gut wrenching moments she came out and gave me a kiss, “He said to just give him a call. You can have the bedroom for privacy!”

I rang him up and did my best dude voice—“Hey man!” I tried to sound confident.

“Bro, great to hear from you. Mallory is incredible, you’re a lucky man.” He was disarming, charming and had the deep voice of a leader. “We made some plans for the weekend and I just wanted to talk about your part in all of it.”

I gulped. I wasn’t aware of any plans yet. “Oh um…great, what-what are the plans?”

“Nothing big. We’ll take it easy. Going to take her out for a light bite and get to know each other. It’s just going to be the two of us this time. I find it’s all about the wife, you know what I mean? But I want to make sure you’re not being left out of things. I’ll never get in the way of your marriage or anything, bro, and you’ll get your fun. Lots of great things ahead for sure. Okay?”

“Oh yeah, um…okay.”

“So listen, I gotta hit the gym but she and I talked about good outfits for Saturday night. Make sure you take care of her this week, okay? Get her out to the mall and go shopping, you name it. We’re a team here in making sure Mallory is happy.”

“Alright, yeah…sure…sounds good. Um good luck at the gym?”

He laughed, “Talk to you soon, man.”

Yeah, boy would he.

[Trvlman7]

If he is for real, sounds like a great opportunity for you both to learn and enjoy. Lots of guys talk a great game, but many fail to be able to deliver or perform in front of hubby, especially in a condom.

[sandy691196]

Don't do anything you are not comfortable with.. It has to feel OK in your guts.. The sexual thrill has to be balanced with your core emotions..

Do remember that it's your wife and you share a life with her. If you feel the "permission" from your guts (in addition to the permission from your dick).. Only then let her go solo..
She may be expecting you to lead..

[CuckoldLearning]

I looked down at the message. My wife, Mallory, was going to, a bull, Adam’s place. There was no turning back now unless I got the guts to message her and stop it. My head hurt, my stomach turned in knots and images of moving out of our apartment played in my head—everything was lost.

But my cock was rock hard. The hardest it had ever been. I probably hit the full 6” I could ever achieve. I touched myself and felt a sink into the weird mix of humiliation and loss, coupled with incredible erotic energy. I had a whiskey. I touched myself, doing everything I could to take it slow and not cum. I had read about sub drops enough to know what would happen if I did. And then I stopped to have another drink.

I edged myself for what felt like an hour and then my phone buzzed. I nearly threw it across the room trying to open it and got to my snapchat as quickly as possible. And there it was—my wife smiling as she looked up at the camera, a cock much bigger than mine casting a shadow down on her. “She’s a good girl” written across the image.

I tried to let go of my cock in time, but I couldn’t. I started to spurt and my head twisted with something between a headache and the greatest cum of my life. I would later come to view that moment the way many drug addicts refer to their first hit—I would chase it for so long, consequences be damned.

And then, my phone rang. “Hey babe, I’m on my way home.”

I was breathing heavy and flustered, “Oh um, ah, did you…have fun?”

“So much, I think we’ve got a keeper. He’s so sweet.”

“Did…did you fuck him?”

“No, not this time. He says that he likes to start with less. He had doubts about whether you could handle you know, it. I tried to tell him about our experience swinging but he said he’s met enough of you.”

Of me? I was just a cuckold now. Like all of the others whose wives he fucked.

She got home about twenty minutes later and recounted all of it in excruciating detail. I’m embarrassed to admit I came hard and then soon after passed out.

I woke up in the middle of the night with my mind racing. The images were seared into my mind and I couldn’t shake them. I spent the night nearly in tears looking at my wife next to me, sleeping soundly.

When she got up, she could tell I was upset. She held me my face, apologized and kissed me. I felt warm tears from her as well. How did we get so far off track? I assured her it was my fault. I said yes at every step, like I was getting pulled down the path. But even the hardest orgasm of my wife was not worth losing my best friend, the woman I loved.

That morning she text Adam and thanked him for a great time, but that we weren’t ready for this. Maybe it wasn’t for us. He was apparently understanding—wished her well. And then life gradually returned to normal for a few months. I fucked her hard the first night, really playing up how much of a man I could be. And for a week or two this continued.

But gradually, the sex started to slow to normal or less. And images of big cocks sliding into my wife from behind started to flash in my head. Then, one day I got home from work early and pulled out my laptop. I went to the Hub, pulled up a video of a hotwife named Jane stroking her husband’s cock and telling him about three big cocks she fucked in college. I pulled myself out and started to sink into that familiar feeling—

And then I heard a cough, and standing behind me was Mallory, eyebrow raised.

[Oneillfranko]

Love your writing; great character development

[elina]

Love your writing; great character development

Agreed,
But since this is in the Library part, I guess this is a fantasy?

Sincerely
elina

[sandy691196]

I looked down at the message. My wife, Mallory, was going to, a bull, Adam’s place. There was no turning back now unless I got the guts to message her and stop it. My head hurt, my stomach turned in knots and images of moving out of our apartment played in my head—everything was lost.

But my cock was rock hard. The hardest it had ever been. I probably hit the full 6” I could ever achieve. I touched myself and felt a sink into the weird mix of humiliation and loss, coupled with incredible erotic energy. I had a whiskey. I touched myself, doing everything I could to take it slow and not cum. I had read about sub drops enough to know what would happen if I did. And then I stopped to have another drink.

I edged myself for what felt like an hour and then my phone buzzed. I nearly threw it across the room trying to open it and got to my snapchat as quickly as possible. And there it was—my wife smiling as she looked up at the camera, a cock much bigger than mine casting a shadow down on her. “She’s a good girl” written across the image.

I tried to let go of my cock in time, but I couldn’t. I started to spurt and my head twisted with something between a headache and the greatest cum of my life. I would later come to view that moment the way many drug addicts refer to their first hit—I would chase it for so long, consequences be damned.

And then, my phone rang. “Hey babe, I’m on my way home.”

I was breathing heavy and flustered, “Oh um, ah, did you…have fun?”

“So much, I think we’ve got a keeper. He’s so sweet.”

“Did…did you fuck him?”

“No, not this time. He says that he likes to start with less. He had doubts about whether you could handle you know, it. I tried to tell him about our experience swinging but he said he’s met enough of you.”

Of me? I was just a cuckold now. Like all of the others whose wives he fucked.

She got home about twenty minutes later and recounted all of it in excruciating detail. I’m embarrassed to admit I came hard and then soon after passed out.

I woke up in the middle of the night with my mind racing. The images were seared into my mind and I couldn’t shake them. I spent the night nearly in tears looking at my wife next to me, sleeping soundly.

When she got up, she could tell I was upset. She held me my face, apologized and kissed me. I felt warm tears from her as well. How did we get so far off track? I assured her it was my fault. I said yes at every step, like I was getting pulled down the path. But even the hardest orgasm of my wife was not worth losing my best friend, the woman I loved.

That morning she text Adam and thanked him for a great time, but that we weren’t ready for this. Maybe it wasn’t for us. He was apparently understanding—wished her well. And then life gradually returned to normal for a few months. I fucked her hard the first night, really playing up how much of a man I could be. And for a week or two this continued.

But gradually, the sex started to slow to normal or less. And images of big cocks sliding into my wife from behind started to flash in my head. Then, one day I got home from work early and pulled out my laptop. I went to the Hub, pulled up a video of a hotwife named Jane stroking her husband’s cock and telling him about three big cocks she fucked in college. I pulled myself out and started to sink into that familiar feeling—

And then I heard a cough, and standing behind me was Mallory, eyebrow raised.

You dodged a bullet there, the first time. Mallory is a great great genuine partner and lover. Pl dont give her mixed signals and give ehr cause for resentment. She might lose respect and start feeling like a battery-toy!

Take care.

[sandy691196]

I looked down at the message. My wife, Mallory, was going to, a bull, Adam’s place. There was no turning back now unless I got the guts to message her and stop it. My head hurt, my stomach turned in knots and images of moving out of our apartment played in my head—everything was lost.

But my cock was rock hard. The hardest it had ever been. I probably hit the full 6” I could ever achieve. I touched myself and felt a sink into the weird mix of humiliation and loss, coupled with incredible erotic energy. I had a whiskey. I touched myself, doing everything I could to take it slow and not cum. I had read about sub drops enough to know what would happen if I did. And then I stopped to have another drink.

I edged myself for what felt like an hour and then my phone buzzed. I nearly threw it across the room trying to open it and got to my snapchat as quickly as possible. And there it was—my wife smiling as she looked up at the camera, a cock much bigger than mine casting a shadow down on her. “She’s a good girl” written across the image.

I tried to let go of my cock in time, but I couldn’t. I started to spurt and my head twisted with something between a headache and the greatest cum of my life. I would later come to view that moment the way many drug addicts refer to their first hit—I would chase it for so long, consequences be damned.

And then, my phone rang. “Hey babe, I’m on my way home.”

I was breathing heavy and flustered, “Oh um, ah, did you…have fun?”

“So much, I think we’ve got a keeper. He’s so sweet.”

“Did…did you fuck him?”

“No, not this time. He says that he likes to start with less. He had doubts about whether you could handle you know, it. I tried to tell him about our experience swinging but he said he’s met enough of you.”

Of me? I was just a cuckold now. Like all of the others whose wives he fucked.

She got home about twenty minutes later and recounted all of it in excruciating detail. I’m embarrassed to admit I came hard and then soon after passed out.

I woke up in the middle of the night with my mind racing. The images were seared into my mind and I couldn’t shake them. I spent the night nearly in tears looking at my wife next to me, sleeping soundly.

When she got up, she could tell I was upset. She held me my face, apologized and kissed me. I felt warm tears from her as well. How did we get so far off track? I assured her it was my fault. I said yes at every step, like I was getting pulled down the path. But even the hardest orgasm of my wife was not worth losing my best friend, the woman I loved.

That morning she text Adam and thanked him for a great time, but that we weren’t ready for this. Maybe it wasn’t for us. He was apparently understanding—wished her well. And then life gradually returned to normal for a few months. I fucked her hard the first night, really playing up how much of a man I could be. And for a week or two this continued.

But gradually, the sex started to slow to normal or less. And images of big cocks sliding into my wife from behind started to flash in my head. Then, one day I got home from work early and pulled out my laptop. I went to the Hub, pulled up a video of a hotwife named Jane stroking her husband’s cock and telling him about three big cocks she fucked in college. I pulled myself out and started to sink into that familiar feeling—

And then I heard a cough, and standing behind me was Mallory, eyebrow raised.

You dodged a bullet there, the first time. Mallory is a great great genuine partner and lover. Pl don't give her mixed signals and give her cause for resentment. She might lose respect and start feeling like a battery-toy!

Take care.

[CuckoldLearning]

I paused—my wife had just caught me watching cuckold porn and I had no idea what to say. “I—I—”

She didn’t say anything, she just walked over and got down on her knees next to me, pushing my laptop closed. Then she grabbed my cock out of my hand—firmly. She looked at me straight in my eyes, as if she were judging me deeply. I took a deep breath.

“So you like hearing that girl talk about cuck stuff, but not me?”

I shook my head- “No—no it’s not—”

She started to stroke, “It’s that you’re just too scared for me to do it, is that it?”

“No I—”

“Stop, you want me to fuck someone else. Tell me.”

“Fuck- I do,” she started to stroke me fast, “I want you to—f—fuck.” I shot everywhere. All over my shirts, her arm, everywhere. I knew immediately I made a mistake, but she just smiled, “we’ll talk later.”

For the next few hours I pretended nothing had happened. We ended up on the couch watching TV for a bit when she looked up for her phone, “Shit. We really fucked this up.”

“What?” I asked, thinking maybe she had the same fears I did about going down this path.

“Adam doesn’t want anything complicated and he says it’s already that way because of you.”

“I’m….I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know what to do now. But I’ll figure it out. If we’re going to do this we need to commit though.”

I just kind of swallowed.

We didn’t talk about it again all week. Things felt…normal. Then we went out for dinner on Friday night—a nice wine bar on the corner of our city. Salads, cheeses, wine and beer. It was nice. Mallory looked amazing.

At first we talked about our weeks, challenges at work, the family party scheduled for Sunday. And then she opened, “So I talked to Lexi about our…issue.”

“Issue?”

“Yeah, that Adam is out on us and we messed that up. Anyway, she had an idea. There’s a guy named Jake they know from swinger parties. He sounds perfect. But she said he was particular, so I guess we’ll see.”

“We’ll see? Did you meet him?”

“Not yet, but he wants to meet me tomorrow. No sex. Just talking.”

“Oh, okay,” I said kind of relieved. It’s amazing how you bargain when you start getting cucked. Yeah—great hon—go out with another guy recommended for his ability to fuck. Make sure to dress up and be at your best because he’s particular. And thank you for not fucking him right away.

But deep down, I knew I would fall back into this and if I said no, Mallory wouldn’t ever let me live it down. I had already cost her a great time with Adam. I was the one who started all this. So I swallowed the last of my pride and went with it.

Saturday night she went out, dressed in a tight yellow maxi dress that hugged her curves. I learned from Adam to let her focus on the night, so I didn’t text. An hour passed, my cock was hard just thinking about what was happening. And then she text, “We’re coming back for a glass of wine. Can you tidy up the living room?”

I gulped, but set about my task. Mallory got to the house first. She was flushed and beaming, “He’s great! He just wants to talk to us both together before we you know…decide.”

“Decide what?”

“If we want to do this silly—” the doorbell rang and Mallory ran to get it. She returned, a tall guy with fit muscles, in a dark blue dress shirt and tight brown pants holding his arm around her.

“Babe, this is Jake.”

Jake seemed like a nice guy. He had that deep voice and confident air that would’ve made me kind of look up to him back in high school. As an adult I ran in nerdier circles and there really weren’t many Jakes around. But there he was—holding my wife in his arms. He shook my hand and suggested we sit down in the living room, like he owned the place.

Mallory told us she’d go get some drinks for us, and be right back.

“So, I hear you want to really be a cuckold this time, huh?”

“I um…I don’t know about terms, but I think there can be fun in you know…exploring.”

He nodded and looked at my wife as she came into the room with two beers—handing him one, then me. His eyes seemed to catch her as if they had some inside secret.

“Exploring, bud? Mallory said you may not be all the way in on this.”

“He is.” Mallory jumped in firmly, “Right babe? You’re ready.”

There really weren’t any questions there.

“I’m…I’m…” Mallory sat down between the two of us on the couch with her glass of wine, “Yeah, I’m all in. Of course.”

Jake grabbed Mallory and pulled him into him. She let out a giggle and a big smile when he did. His hand reached around and took her breast, through the dress, into his large palm. I didn’t notice how big his hands were during the shake, but I did now. “I’ve known a lot of husbands like you and I know how to manage them. I also know how to make your wife really happy. I just need to know if that’s what you want. It won’t always be easier for you, but I’m not willing to waste my time.”

I gulped and nodded, my eyes fixated on his fingers which seemed to be pinching Mallory’s nipple through the fabric. She looked back at me with red cheeks and a big toothy smile.

“Do you have any questions for me?” he asked, and I just shook my head no, “If I were you I’d want to know if I had any references, if I’ve done that before. And the answer is yes—Mallory has the email addresses of a few other cucks who can speak for me. I’ll be discrete, I’ll make her happy and I know how to deal with you.”

“Oh…okay…” I responded as my wife shimmied herself closer.

“We start with a week to see if we’re—a match—if you can handle it. So tell me, what are you fantasies about this lifestyle?”

He looked me in the eye and then pulled my wife toward his lap, unbuttoned his pants and pulled out the largest cock I had ever seen in person. I tried not to stare, so I only caught it out of my peripheral vision. Jakes eyes locked with mine—I got the distinct sense he was testing if I would respond. Of course most men would, as their wives started blowing another man on their couch, but I didn’t. I just swallowed and tried to come up with a reasonable answer.

“Um…fantasies? I uh….I guess it’s up to her.”

“That’s not much of answer, bud,” his hand on the back of my wife’s head applying light pressure to take him deeply, “Are you the type that wants threesomes? Or to be out in public as a cuck? What do you want?”

“N—not public.”

He nodded, letting out a groan as Mallory’s mouth worked up and down his shaft. “I can work with that—discretion is important. There are going to be rules for the trial period, you understand? Make sure we fit well together. I’ll send them tomorrow. But for now, can you point us to the bedroom? I think she’s ready. Go ahead and kiss your husband."

My wife came over and gave me a wet kiss with the mouth that had just sucked Jake’s dick, then started to lead him off to our bedroom.

[CuckoldLearning]

Two weeks later I found myself sitting in one of those faux-Irish pubs in the city, waiting for another cuck to meet with me. It was part of Jake’s ‘program’ for new couples—something about learning more about my identity.

It wasn’t easy sitting on the couch as the sounds from the bedroom came out, but I’ll admit I sat there hard as a rock trying to nurse my beer and seem cool with everything. By the time it was over Mallory was so happy and horny I couldn’t say no to her anymore.

The next morning we got an email with our first week of assignments. I was ready for a fight, but they were mostly pretty um—fun. I was supposed to eat Mallory out each night and then get a handjob—probably more enjoyment than an average week, as our sex life had slowed some after marriage. Friday night I gave her a foot massage and Saturday she went to meet Jake for lunch. I was on orders not to ask about it. That was really the hardest part.

Week two’s email showed up the next morning. It was mostly more of the same—nightly oral for her, but my handjobs were being cut nearly in half. “Learning to focus on her more,” he said and then got in a dig about how, “she’s probably given way more orgasms than she’s received.” Instead of her just going out with him on Saturday for lunch, we were both supposed to go out—her with Jake and me to meet another cuck named Tom that had “worked with” Jake before.

When Tom arrived, he wasn’t really who I expected—he was tall and well dressed, kind of intimidating and yet friendly. We made small talk for a bit about jobs and hobbies. He was a big golfer and pretty successful at his job. But he jumped first at why we were there—“So look, my wife Bianca and I played with Jake for a long time. I understand it’s an adjustment, but I think it was worth it.”

“What do you mean by work?” I asked.

“What week are you on, two? You’re going to be giving a lot of head,” he laughed a bit, staring off with a distant memory, “And look….I knew I wanted to be cuckold, but it was still a big adjustment to just accept my role in all of it. He had a habit of making it easier to go with it than fight it and I guess that helped.”

The last line was kind of ominous, I gulped and tried to dig in, “What was the hardest part?”

“I don’t think I can answer that,” Tom said, “Both because Jake would not be very happy with me and—” he paused, not completing his sentence, “And because it’s going to be kind of unique for you. I found it easy to see my wife’s joy and pleasure, I was ready for that. It was other stuff that was hard. You may be different.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Why did you—" I paused and heard a familiar laugh. Quickly scanning the bar, I found Mallory and Jake in a booth on the opposite of the bar laughing and clinking glasses. From my angle I could just make out her leg riding up his, her heel left on the floor.

“You—okay?”

“Oh sorry, um, got distracted. Why did you stop playing with Jake?”

I barely heard the answer, my eyes focused on my wife looking deep into our new bull’s eyes. It was clear that he had planned this—he wanted to rub my face into the fact that he was out on a date with my wife, that he had her attention fully. As best as I could make out, the answer was something like—once Jake fully breaks you into this lifestyle, he likes to find a bull to take you on as a couple. They had ‘graduated.’

Tom turned and looked behind him, then looked back with a raised eyebrow, “She’s pretty, man. Maybe you need another beer.”

I nodded and swallowed. Jake was paying their check and I gulped my beer wondering what they would do next. “How—how did you deal with this?”

“Um, it wasn’t always easy,” Tom said, “but there were two things I couldn’t deny—my wife was really happy and I had never been more turned on in my life. Yeah, there were challenges. It would probably be more fun to be, you know, a bull, but I ended up deciding I was denying myself…um…more… if I said no. So I said yes.”

The conversation got easier after Mallory and Jake were gone. It actually was relieving to be able to talk to someone I could tell about the things happening to me and the feelings I was experiencing. Being a cuck can be a loner gig.

I spent the ride home thinking about the possibilities ahead—maybe I just needed to relax and go with the program.

And then I got to our apartment, and Jake’s car was parked outside.

[elina]

You obviously like to leave us hanging in suspense at the end of each of your posts

But please don't leave us hanging for too long

[CuckoldLearning]

I opened the door to our apartment to seeming silence, not the expected moans of my wife on her bull’s cock. Fuck- not a sentence I imagined writing a few weeks ago. I hung up my coat and turned the corner into the living room.

And there they were—Jake sat reclined on my couch, totally naked. His soft cock sat on its side with a shiny glaze. It was honestly more impressive than it even was hard. Not only was he fitter and more muscular than me, but his cock really was thick and long. I felt like a boy next to him and the way he was sitting suggested he saw me as zero threat. Mallory’s head was lying on his tree trunk thighs, her cheeks ruddy and a big smile on your face.

“There you are, babe!” Mallory said as I walked in, “We were just wondering when you would get here.”

“Oh, well I’m here,” I said, trying to control some edge of frustration in my voice. I turned to look away, it was the only way I could stop looking at his cock next to my naked wife’s mouth.

“Did you enjoy meeting Tom, bud?” Jake asked me.

“Yeah, he was a nice guy, yeah sure.”

“Good—why don’t you sit down with us?” he pointed to the chair opposite the couch, “Mallory wants to ask you some things.”

She giggled, blushing a bit. I didn’t feel much choice—as much as I could muster some fire when he wasn’t around, I felt weak in the presence of the conquering bull, who had my wife salivating for his cock.

“Okay so babe…Jake has said we’ve been doing really well and he’s proud of us. He thinks we’re ready to start really doing this.”

“Is that different than coming home to you freshly--,” I paused and reconsidered my words, “Erm, I mean, what is involved in that?”

“It’s about embracing each of our roles. Your wife is very submissive, bro. She told me you’ve never picked upon that but it’s true. She needs to submit. Her role is to gain pleasure in that submission. My role is to provide her that submission and you are here to support it. I admire guys like you because it’s a sacrifice to really support—just like the sacrifice I make to really dominate her and provide what she needs.”

He stressed that last word—needs—and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I swore she was fine until I decided to try to be King fucking Swinger.

“It’s true, babe,” Mallory continued, “This part of me was going to come out eventually. Jake has been so great for helping it come out in a way that makes us grow even closer together.”

I gulped. Did she just admit she was going to cheat on me eventually? But it was true. Outside of our weird sex life, I never felt closer to her. We were spending a ton of time together and she seemed as happy as I had ever seen her. I was totally trapped.

“Oh well, um, I’m glad we can do this then, I guess.”

“Great, bud. Mal, let’s show him some of that training,” he pointed to the ground between his legs and she quickly was on her knees in front of him. Her hands went behind her back and she leaned forward ready to accept his cock into her mouth. “She’s learned so much already. There’s a lot more to teach her, but the good news is that she’s willing. I’m not always so sure with you. Over the next month I’m going to push you to show you actually want this lifestyle, for her and for you. That you’re onboard with her growth.” He was talking like he was my boss and like nothing was happening, while my wife sucked his cock to full mast, “Get down there and lick her for me, show her.”

I paused. Her ass shimmied in front of me and looked amazing. There was a clear wetness between her thighs. And fuck—I did it. I got down on my knees and started to lick my wife from behind while she blew Jake. After a while Jake pulled his cock out and smiled down at the two of us, on the floor for him.

“Mal, lead us to the bedroom.”

My wife started to crawl toward the room and she reached down and swatted at her ass, leaving a red handprint there. I sat behind on my knees, my cock straining against my pants. Jake stood up, his cock not far from my face. “C’mon bud, you can join us,” he said, and left to fuck my wife in front of me.
I found myself on the living room floor. My wife was crawling down the hallway ahead of her, while our muscular bull Jake followed behind her. I paused and considered my situation, everything that led to here. It seemed crazy and out of control, but I couldn’t deny it. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. In that moment there was nothing I wanted more than to see them together.

I stood up and chased behind them like a school kid. When I got to the bedroom, Mallory was on the bed, her ass raised up and back arched. Jake swatted, hard, at it leaving a resounding smack and bright red hand mark. She moved her hips in a circle and moaned out, “fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk.” It was long and song-like, as if it emerged from her rather than being said.

“See bud?”- Smack- “She needs this.” -Smack- “Tell your hubby how nice it is that he gave you this” -Smack-

And she did. “Babe, thank you. I need Jake so bad. Thank you” -Smack- “thank you.”

I just grunted and pulled out my cock. It was my biggest mistake since the first idea, really. There was no more hiding how hot this was for me. No more lying. No more control. She bit her lip and laughed—LAUGHED—at my response. And so did he.

“Not yet, bud. Don’t want to go too soon. I need you to really show her how supportive you are.” He positioned himself behind Mallory’s hips and held his cock out, “Put me in.”

“Wha-wha…”

“Babbbeeeee,” Mallory moaned, “Do itttttt.”

Jake looked down at his thick cock and pointed, “In. And then you can watch until you cum.”

I sighed. I wanted to cry, but I also wanted to explode with cum. I was already enough of a bitch in everyone’s eyes I figured I had nothing left to lose (I am so dumb), so I stepped forward and took Jake’s cock into my hand. I aimed it toward my wife and he pushed forward, a cock way bigger than mine going through my hand. “Good boy,” he told me as he plunged, at my urging, into my wife.

And then it was too much. I felt the tipping point come so fast and started to cum. Jake grabbed my wife’s hair then looked over at me with a smirk, “Thought you’d do better than that. We’ll be out in a bit.”

I sighed, putting my head down and walked out of the room to let him dominate my wife.

They fucked for an hour, maybe more. I sat on the couch and tried to control my emotions the best I could, but ended up with another damn erection I had to take care of.

And then eventually they emerged from the room. She was wearing his t-shirt, he was only in briefs that did little to hide his endowment.

“You two are doing great. I think we can do this for real now.”

[elina]

Thanks for the update....
As usual, just waiting for the next in the sequel.

[Oneillfranko]

Love your writing. Great character development

[Johng1953]

Great story, looking forward to more. Thank you

[CuckoldLearning]

In the few weeks that followed, I learned a lot more about Jake and his “methods.” He was clear he had done this before and knew what my wife and I needed. I was still uncertain, but I appreciated that he often considered my “angst with acceptance.” For example, there were a few nights that I learned he told Mallory to stay off her phone and really engage with me—maybe not in the sexual way I wanted, but it helped to know our relationship was as strong as ever.

What surprised me most was how philosophical Jake was about all of it—he had this clear vision of a cuckold couple and who we really were. He took me out for a beer one night and laid some of it out for me—in short, cuckold was an orientation. And so was submissive. There were a lot of couples like me and Mallory—a cuckold married to a submissive. This left our options to either repress our desires or pursue them in a proper way.

The biggest mistake, he told me, was to think we could repress her desires to be submissive long. Maybe I could pretend I wasn’t a cuck—but I was going to end up one either with a proper bull or some swinging dick dom that came by and gave her what she needed. It was kind of humiliating to sit there and nod as this guy told me my wife would ultimately cheat on me with someone better, but I couldn’t deny the looks I saw in her eyes when she was submitting.

I asked what he meant by a proper bull and he grinned a bit, “Well, I think there’s a few things to that. One of them is the wife has to accept us,” he raised his eyebrow in a way that really twisted the knife that my wife was probably touching herself thinking about his cock at this very moment, “But another is that you, as a husband, have to accept us. If I want to push things, you need to be willing to follow along and make her feel comfortable in it. I hope I earn your trust there. You may not like everything, but I want your relationship to be stronger…different but stronger as this goes on.”

My mouth felt dry, so I took a sip of my beer and clinked glasses with him. I guess we were on the same side, here. Jake sipped his beer and put a twenty dollar bill on the bar, as well as a folded piece of paper. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, she’s probably losing her mind right now. I’ll go take care of that. You take care of this—consider it a shopping list.”

I waited until he left before I opened up the list:
• Lube
• Two revealing biknis for next weekend
• A sexy night out dress- impress me
• Chinese food for tonight

I gulped—wait—next weekend?

[elina]

I love this,
The bull is gradually forcing the cuck to accept his disposition and that giving his beloved Wife to the bull is the best option he has, while driving both the submissive wife and Her cuck deeper into submission to him.

Sincerely
elina

[Bovary2012]

Wow. I'm enjoying this, CL. Thanks for your efforts shaping this tale. I look forward to the nexts.

[greenbuff]

Wow this is great

[CuckoldLearning]

The next Friday afternoon I found myself winding my car up a long driveway to a mountain resort. Jake and Mallory were in the backseat, behaving about as well as they ever did together (his hand was way up on her thigh and her occasionally nuzzling into his neck). An outsider may assume that they were a couple on their honeymoon and I was their chauffeur. I guess it wasn’t too far from true.

“You’re gonna love it here, buddy,” Jake said from the back, “It’s great for people like us. We can really just be ourselves, you know?”

I nodded, pretending I understood, but really I was mostly impressed by the lodge in front of us. It sat on a vista with beautiful views of the woods below. As we pulled into the parking lot I notice there were hot tubs outside of many of the rooms, and a slick pool with maybe a dozen fit bodies lying around it. Jake told me to pull up to the front, and when I did he and Mallory hopped out. He leaned back in and told me to park and bring the bags. He’d take care of the room. Then, he grabbed a piece of my wife’s ass through her dress and directed her into the hotel in front of me.

I hurried to park the car, but the lot was down a couple tiers so it was a hike back up. By the time I got into the lobby, I was a little short of breath. An attractive blonde in a crisp blue blouse greeted me and handed me a keycard. “Jake said you would be following. Welcome to the Buck Horn Lodge, sir. They are in room 616, down the hallway to the left. Or feel free to stop into the bar on the right if you’d prefer…to wait.”

As much as I was becoming accustomed to being cucked, I was not really used to anyone else knowing. I found my cheeks flushing and I covered my ring in my hands, as if trying to hide that I was Mallory’s husband out of shame. “I um…thanks,” I managed to get out and then rush down the hall to the elevator. It took forever to come, and then when it did I wasn’t alone. A muscular black guy in a bathing suit followed behind with a middle aged brunette, then held the door for a nerdier looking bald guy in a Hawaiian shirt. They all got off on the 4th floor.

Eventually I got to the sixth floor and fuck- I could hear them already. My wife was screaming with joy. I paused and took a deep breath, then opened the door.

Mallory was bent over on the bed, Jake’s sweaty body slamming into her. They both looked up at me and smiled, big shit eating grins. “Look babe, there’s a chair for you over there!”

Everyone but me laughed. It was going to be a long weekend.

Mercifully, they only fucked for another ten or so minutes before he absolutely drenched her tits in his cum.

I let out a deep breath, but then he looked over at me with a fire in his eyes. “Okay, bud. Time for you to show your growth. Lick her up and she’ll give you a handjob.” It was really the first time I was ever afraid of his power.

“Wait, what?”

Jake stood up and walked over to his suitcase, leaving my wife splayed on the bed. “You heard me. This is probably the last chance you’re gonna get. Lick.” Mallory giggled.

And fuck, I did it. I licked his cum, sweet but slightly bitter, thick white cum off of my wife’s chest. She giggled the whole time, then with two quick strokes, finished me off. There was no way it could get lower, could it?

[Bovary2012]

You get to the bottom when you stop digging. I don't feel you're about to stop, CL. Good luck and thanks for continuing!

[elina]

This just gets better,

But seriously, the cuck is allowed to lick and suck his wonderful sexy Wife's tits, and he does not appreciate it?
I think the narrator character here still has a lot to learn,
His Wife clearly is a much more intelligent person and much quicker to learn (and enjoy Herself).

Can't wait for the the next installment(s).