Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... guys have asked me to do. I agree the chastity thing and cuckolding thing is freaky... but it sounds like he feels like crap cuz he can't make you nut, and probably has a complex or somethin' over it. So he's willing to do anything to see you get off..."

I sat there stunned. I thought I had married a real weirdo. She acted like it was nothing.

Candy waited patiently, then waived the waiter over. "We are gonna need a couple of stiff drinks. None of that watered down shit. Take care of us and I will take care of you."

After what I had just heard, I hoped she was talking about a good tip.

After a couple of those good drinks and into the third, and we were giggling like school girls talking about some of the crazy things Candy had done, and about the perverse stuff she had been asked to do but refused.

By the time we finished and called an Uber, I had a little better perspective. I still had a lot of mixed feelings, and the anger would come back at times. But divorce was no longer my go-to response.

We had also, with the help of alcohol, come up with a plan.

First, we were going to have a double date with Trent and me, and Candy and her new beau so I could evaluate him.

Second, Candy was going to set me up on dates with some of the guys she liked. If I shared time with one I liked and trusted, Trent would get his wish. But on my terms.

In my stupor, after all the sex talk, when I got home I stumbled straight to the bedroom and got myself off. Trent ...

... stood there with a tent in his pants in amazement. When I had finished, he asked what the hell had gotten into me.

"Ish nun yer fuckin' biznesh... YET..." I giggled for awhile then passed out.

The next morning, after consuming half a pot of coffee, I politely asked Trent to drive me to collect my car. As we drove, I told him when we got home, we needed to talk. He asked a couple of questions, but I just held up my hand to signal I was not answering.

Back home, I sat across from him at the dining room table, both of us sipping coffee.

I don't want to say I was cold. But I certainly was not amorous either. I suppose business like in a friendly meeting.

I honestly and openly told him about my conversation with Candy. I told him what I told her, and how she had come to his defense after a fashion.

He seemed comforted that Candy had explained things from another perspective, but he was mortified I had told one of my friends about his poor performance and his proclivities.

"Well, suck it up. I needed someone to talk to. And she has talked me into giving you the benefit of the doubt. You should be happy about that."

He had gone pale. "Will she tell everyone else? Ww-what is the plan?"

I shrugged regarding whether she would tell others, as if I did not care. Inwardly, I was thinking I would have to call her and make sure she didn't; but I was not going to tell him that. Let him wonder who knew when we all got together.

"The plan, for the moment, is that ...