I had been looking forward to that night all week. It was our second meeting with Steven, and I hoped things could move along further this time than last. Our first meeting had been good, too. Still, it had turned out more similar to a three-way than anything else. I was looking forward to helping advance Steven's plan tonight a little further.

I pulled into the parking lot of the bar we met at and noticed my wife's car was already there. Kate and I had to drive separately because I had late meetings at the office. She had met the babysitter at the house and left from there. I did not expect her to beat me to the bar, but I didn't think much of it then.

When I walked into the bar I saw them sitting together in one of the booths with the high backs near the bar. They sat close and seemed to be having an extremely private and intimate conversation. Steven's hand was on Kate's leg, and their faces were inches apart. They had not noticed me come in yet, and I approached slowly, watching them move in for a quick kiss as they spoke quietly to each other.

Finally, Kate noticed me approaching and stood to greet me, giving me a hug and a kiss, saying, "Hey babe, I didn't see you coming. Please join us at the table". Her hand was pointing at the seat on the other side of the table, and as I sat, I realized she was sitting back with Steven again on his side. I gave her a puzzled look, and she gave me a mischievous look back as she slid into the seat next to Steven, his arm around her again.

I tried not to make too big of a deal out of it and ordered a drink, making some small talk across the table from my wife and Steven. It didn't take long for the tone of the conversation to change, though. Steven seemed to want to get straight to the point. He kept one arm around Kate, the other holding her hand and placing it on the table, making it obvious they were holding hands.

Steven explained that he and Kate have seen each other several times a week since our first meeting. I was shocked and surprised by this. It was completely unexpected, and I had no idea that it had been happening. I knew Steven said it was his goal, and I agreed to it during our initial negotiations. But I had seen zero signs that it was actually something that was going on.

I looked at Kate a little painfully. She had been lying to me, hiding this, and seeing Steven behind my back. Even if it was a plan we had discussed from the beginning, it still stung me to know that it had happened, and I had not been able to detect it.

I opened my mouth to ask a few questions about what was happening. But Steven quickly shut me down by talking over me and reminding me that this was one of the things I had asked him to do. He reminded me that I told him he should see her one-on-one if she is open to it, and then I would be OK with it.

Kate looked at me with a challenging, questioning look as if to ask me if that was true. This is when Steven allowed me to speak, saying, "Isn't that right? Didn't you tell me that is what you wanted? For me to see your wife even behind your back? You are so desperate to fulfill your fantasy that you were willing to agree to virtually anything, weren't you?"

I looked down at the table and nodded my head yes.

Steven wasn't satisfied: "No, I want you to look your wife in the eyes and tell her that that is what you wanted."

"Kate, yes, it's true. Steven and I discussed the possibility that he might try to see you without telling me. I told him that it would be OK with me. But I did not expect it to happen right away. And I didn't think you would see each other so frequently."

I looked up into Kate's sweet, beautiful eyes across the table from me and confirmed to her that it was precisely correct. She was still letting Steven do all the talking, but the look in her eyes was a mix of disappointment in me and excitement for what lay ahead.

Steven seemed satisfied with my answer and explained how we had gotten to this place. During that first meeting, when we had our three-way encounter, he and my wife, Kate, exchanged phone numbers while I was in the bathroom. Once they started messaging each other, things quickly escalated and got heated. It was barely a week after that first encounter with Steven that he saw my wife one-on-one without me for the first time.

While he explained this, I was doing the math in my head. It had been at least 3 months since our first meeting. That means they had been meeting up with each other that whole time. I tried to think back about clues that I missed that it was happening. Kate had been on her phone often, but I had not thought much of it.

It had also taken a long time for us to schedule this second meeting. Things kept coming up that got in the way. Kate had something going on, or she could not find a babysitter. Other times, Steven had some conflict and could not meet us. Steven explained to me that it was no coincidence. He and Kate had been conspiring to work against me. They were already seeing each other two or three times a week during the day and had all the time in the world to wait until they finally had a meet that included me.

Steven had been intentionally delaying our second meeting so he could spend more time fucking Kate without me around interfering!

In the meantime, Steven and I had been reminiscing about the first meeting for these three months. He had been telling me how hot he thought Kate was and how much he wanted to sleep with her again. We talked through many different scenarios, some of them very dark fantasies.

As I think back on those discussions, I realize that Steven had very systematically walked me through each of my darkest fantasies and asked me about what I wanted out of them, what he wanted out of them, and perhaps most importantly, what his expectations would be for me if the time ever came that they became a reality.

All this time when we were having these discussions, he had been fucking my wife and plotting to make each of my dark fantasies come true. He had played me.

Although... they were my dark fantasies after all. What if they did come true? Am I like the dog chasing the car who doesn't know what to do when he finally catches it? Could I actually handle experiencing my darkest fantasies? Was I going to have a choice now?

I went into that night's meeting wondering if Kate would even want to do anything with him that night. Still, it quickly became apparent that something would be happening. In fact, something had been happening for quite some time now. Kate and Steven sat on the other side of the table from me, familiar with each other already, having spent countless hours in bed already fucking each other's brains out.

Steven slid a hotel key card over to me: "Listen, I've been sitting here in this bar with Kate for an hour already, and I don't think either of us can wait another minute to rip each other's clothes off."

An hour? They got here before me intentionally. I felt left out mainly because I'd wanted to see them together. Something I wouldn't have to wait long for.

Steven continues: "Take this key. I got a hotel room about a quarter mile down the road. Kate will leave her car here and come with me to the hotel. You stay here long enough to pay the tab and then come meet us there."

Steven gets out of his seat and holds Kate's hand as she gets out of hers. They both look excited and don't waste any time. Steven pulled her away by her hand, saying: "Let's go babe; I can't wait any longer."

They got up and walked toward the bar exit, holding hands with Kate looking over her shoulder at me. I had many questions about what was happening, but that wasn't in the cards yet. I tried to find the waitress to get the check quickly, but service at the bar was so slow it felt like it took me forever to get the tab paid and get in my car to the hotel.

Half an hour had passed by the time I finally reached their hotel room door. I stood outside the door momentarily, trying to listen for any noises coming from inside the room. Hearing nothing, I used the key and went into the room.

I saw a path of discarded clothing leading from the hotel door to the bed. My wife was on the bed with her legs spread wide with Steven between them, pumping in and out of her. I could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of sex as their bodies slapped together.

Steven says in a breathy tone between thrusts, "Kate, I think your hubby is finally here..."

Steven didn't even look at me and just gestured towards a chair sitting against the wall in the room, "There is your cuckold chair, cuckold. Have a seat and try not to make too much noise while Kate and I do what we do best."

I started to ask if they couldn't have waited for me to be there first, but Steven quickly shut me down, saying, "Listen, cuck, if you can't stay quiet, you're going to have to leave. So stay quiet and sit in that chair like a good boy".

I see a smirk on my wife's face as I walk over to the chair, somewhat defeated. I asked myself - what was that about? Did she like the way Steven was talking to me? She quickly turns her attention back to Steven, grabbing the back of his head and pulling it down to her in a deep kiss as if her kiss was a reward for sending me to my chair.

I started to feel my self-confidence drain from my body. They had spent nearly 3 months having sex several times a week. Certainly, a sort of rapport had developed between them. Who knows what secret things she may have told him about me by now. Who knows what intimate discussions they might have had between themselves or what feelings might have grown after spending that much time together.

I watched as Kate and Steven continued fucking in the bed in front of me. Their movements seemed familiar, like old lovers who knew each other's bodies. I couldn't stop thinking about how many times they had already met together and done this before.

I tried to recall the last time that Kate and I had sex. It had been at least a couple of months at this point. I think back to special occasions or other times when we might have had sex. Slowly, I came to the realization that I had not had sex with my wife since the three-way that we had with Steven. How could that be? Three months?

That's when I heard my wife, the love of my life, Kate - tell Steven how wonderful he felt inside her. I watched her moan his name in pleasure as he brought her to orgasm in front of me.

This also seemed familiar to both of them. Steven knew exactly how to give Kate an orgasm, having had months of practice. He knew all the places to hit, all the angles to use, and exactly the right speed and pressure to make my wife explode with orgasm.

She had been calling his name and cumming on his dick for weeks. All those hormones that they call "love hormones" had been released into Kate each time she had sex with Steven. She had been bonding with him. Building up feelings and emotional connection with Steven.

This was no coincidence. Steven had already told me in great detail how he had planned to build an emotional connection with my wife. That he planned to put these hooks in her to make sure that he would be fucking her for many years to come.

In fact, he had continued to tell me these things for the past 3 months. He would say to me how he would make Kate fall in love with him. How he's going to learn to make her orgasm to make sure the connection was there. Steven told me all of this very directly. I just wasn't aware that he was already doing it.

At the time, his comments did not worry me too much. I assumed that I would be there during this process and would be able to exert some level of control over it as it happened, but that's not what happened. It had gone much further than I ever thought. All without me being there to control any part of it.

A feeling of dread and intense jealousy washed over me as I watched her climax end. What had I done? How could I stop this?

Steven continued enjoying her sloppy wet pussy in front of me. I listened as Steven told my wife how wonderful her pussy felt wrapped around his cock. How at home his cock felt inside her.

These are things that no husband would typically allow another man to say to his wife, but we have gone far beyond that by now. I wanted to speak up and say something, but I knew better that was not my place. Steven had a massive advantage right now, and I needed to stay in my chair and remain quiet. I needed to pick my battles.

Steven eased his pace and slowly pulled his dick out of my wife, sitting up on his knees and motioning for her to get up so they could switch places. A sort of sign language that familiar lovers tend to have. Kate rolled to her side and got up to her knees as Steven laid on his back, ready for her to straddle him cowgirl style. But when she got into position and was about to lower herself over his dick, he paused for a second putting his hand up in a motion to tell her to wait.

Steven glanced at me with an evil smile and then looked up at Kate, asking her, "How many times do you think we have gotten together now? 20? 25?"

Kate looked over at me, seeming not to want to admit how many times she had already fucked him. But Steven reassured her, "Don't worry, you can tell him. he's going to find out anyway."

Kate softly said, "Um, probably more like 25 times".

Steven looked over at me, idly fingering Kate's clit and running his hands over her perfect C-cup tits as he continued. "Is that OK with you, cuckold? Is it OK with you that I have fucked Kate 25 times already? That the woman that you married has been meeting me, spreading her legs, and taking my dick for months now? Are you OK with that? Tell your wife."

I am on autopilot now because Steven and I had already discussed this type of conversation - it was just coming way earlier than I expected. "Yes, I understand; it's OK with me."

That answer doesn't satisfy Steven. He wants to hear more: "That is not really a convincing answer, cuckold. You must ensure that Kate knows that you still love her, that everything is OK, and that you aren't mad at her because she's been sleeping with me for the last 3 months. You need to reassure her that she has been doing the right thing in your eyes."

This is a tall order, but I fall back on the discussions Steven and I have had for the last 3 months. I realize now that he had been training me for this moment. Making sure that I knew what he expected me to say when he prompted me with these types of questions.

Listen, Kate, I love you unconditionally, and I knew going into this that allowing you to sleep with other men was probably a one-way street. It doesn't make me angry that you have been sleeping with Steven. I just want you to be happy, and I am glad you have found someone who gives you so much pleasure."

"Much better!" Looking back at Kate, Steven asks, "Isn't it about time that we got rid of this then?" He was motioning at his condom-covered dick, her body hovering over it, waiting to be lowered down.

Kate shrugged in a show of uncertainty.

I knew what moment was coming next. Steven had warned me that he wanted this and that I should be prepared when the moment came. Again, I did not expect it to come so soon. This was one of the dark fantasies we'd talked over repeatedly.

"What about you cuckold? Should I remove the condom? Should I take my relationship with Kate to the next level?"

I hesitate, frozen like a deer in the headlights. I don't know what to do.

The next voice that I hear is Kate's. I can't tell if she is pleading, confused, or disappointed in her tone. She looks at me, saying, "Babe?".

I let my rehearsed responses kick in. I know precisely what Steven wants me to say, and the words start coming tumbling out of my mouth. "Yes, Kate, of course. Who likes condoms anyway? Besides, you've been together for a while now. If you are OK with it, I am."

But Steven puts his hand up, motioning for Kate not to do anything yet. "No, Cuckold, this is your call, and I want you to remove the condom. You will be the one to deliver your wife's bare pussy to me. I am giving you a choice. You can still back out if you want, but if you really want your wife to feel me bare inside of her, you will come over here and remove this condom. The decision is entirely yours."

Now I am really torn about what I should do. I know that Steven wants me to remove it, and I'm pretty sure that Kate doesn't want to use a condom anymore, either. But Steven is making me the person who makes the final decision. He is forcing me to be the one that chooses to allow his dick inside of my wife unprotected. It's yet another diabolical way to show my wife I accept and want it.

But my resistance is gone now, and I get up and slowly roll the condom up off Steven's dick and toss it into the garbage can next to the bed. There are now only inches between the tip of his bare cock and her wet and waiting pussy.

Steven has a huge, triumphant smile. He knows this represents a considerable turning point even after all that has happened. "Thank you, cuck. You can sit back down now so my girlfriend and I can properly make love for the first time."

Those words sting as I sit back down. Was Steven calling my wife his girlfriend now? And had stopped using the phrase "fucking" and started to say "making love." This abrupt change in his language matched an abrupt change in the bed before me.

I sit with quiet cuckold angst and jealousy boiling over in the pit of my stomach as I watch him pull Kate down to him, kissing her deeply and passionately on the lips as her beautiful breasts push against him. She slowly lowers her pussy over his uncovered cock for the first time. They both moan as he penetrates her body inch by inch, skin against skin.

His uncovered cock violates my wife's body for the first time. Out of all the times that they had gotten together for sex, they had used condoms. They would have continued using condoms if I hadn't stopped them. If Steven had not created the situation and put the choice in front of me to make sure that I was the one who decided that they should go bare.

Steven was going down the checklist of all of my darkest fantasies. Checking them off one by one. All were conducted in a way that was to his advantage. He was getting what he wanted while forcing me into a more and more submissive position.

The pace of their lovemaking starts slow, grinding into each other while they make out, but then starts to pick up a little speed, and their mouths part. Kate braces herself on her arms as she grinds her ass in a rocking motion over his dick. Steven reaches a hand up and caresses the side of her face, looking into her eyes, saying, "Oh my God, this feels so good and natural. We should have started doing this weeks ago."

I see what he is doing, caressing her face, kissing her passionately, telling her that they are making love. He pulled every emotional string available to ensure she would be his for as long as he wanted. He had always said to me that this was his plan and that I should be prepared for him to treat my wife like his girlfriend. That he would use every emotional connection that he could to keep that pussy available to him.

Almost as if to prove his strategy is working, I hear Kate whispering, "Yes! Yes! Steven, this feels so good, and it feels so right. I don't ever want to stop doing this. I want you to be inside of me all the time."

It's almost like she has suddenly forgotten that I am in the room. The beautiful woman who I am watching now making love to her boyfriend is still my wife, but at this moment, she is his girlfriend. The moment they are sharing is theirs alone, and I know I am not a part of it.

Both of their hands are roaming each other's bodies; he is grabbing her ass and her tits one minute, then holding her head and pulling her down for another kiss before grabbing her hips to pull her back and forth over his cock. She is running her hands over his chest and then caressing his face and leaning back to grind over him, grabbing her own tits as she rides him.

Steven starts taking advantage of the moment to cement his long-term prospects with Kate as their intensity continues to build. "God, Kate, this feels so great. I never want to stop doing this. I want you to be my girlfriend. Are you OK with me calling you my girlfriend? Can I call you my girlfriend?"

His questions sound like something a middle school kid might ask. But I know there is meaning behind his words. He wants Kate to feel like they are a couple. He wants her to feel a special bond with him. A bond that he will expect me to observe and respect as well.

These are things that he and I discussed as recently as a few days ago. He told me that when the time was right, he would turn my wife into his girlfriend and planned to take her out on dates. Spend time with her outside of the bedroom and build the type of relationship that would last a very long time.

When we talked about this just a few days ago, I thought there was plenty of time before anything even remotely similar to that happened. but here I was, witnessing him doing it right in front of my eyes only a few days later.

I'm just an observer now. She doesn't even look over at me as she answers, "Yes, Steven! Am I not already your girlfriend? I mean... Ugh.... after all the times.... ah... Of course. Yes… girlfriend... yes... Just don't stop… Ahhhhh….” Kate is lost in the ecstasy of the moment as she approaches orgasm again.

I watch my wife grind on Steven as she holds her breath and shudders with another orgasm. Her grinding slows to a stop, and she collapses on top of his chest. Her magnificent tits are pressed against him; she tries to catch her breath as she puts her lips against his again, making out with him in her post-orgasmic bliss.

"God, that felt so good. I'm not sure I can go much longer." Kate says when she comes up for air.

Steven slaps her playfully on the ass and tells her," OK, babe, why don't you lay on your stomach, and I can do the work for a while."

Kate flops onto the bed in a prone position as Steven moves around and straddles her from behind, positioning his dick between her ass cheeks and rubbing it up and down, looking for the slit of her pussy. Once he finds it, I hear a sloshing noise as he pushes his cock slowly back into my wife. He wraps his legs around the sides of hers and lays on top of her, pushing himself as deep inside of her as he can from behind.

They both let out a little moan. I know how deep Steven must be inside of her in this position. Kate lays there on her stomach with his weight on top of her, grinding into her from behind, accepting his now unprotected cock deep inside her body.

She grunts a little with each thrust that he makes into her. Steven is in a power position now, with her simply accepting him, tilting her ass up slightly to meet each of his thrusts, bringing him deeper inside of her with each stroke.

"I'm getting close," Steven says as he measures his pace to stop from coming too quickly. He seems to be savoring these last few moments before he cums. Enjoying feeling my wife's ass against him.

"Is my girlfriend ready to feel my cum inside of her for the first time?"

Kate manages to answer with a grunting chant of "Yes... Ugh… Yes…. Ugh… Yes…”

But Steven is still not quite ready to come yet, "Kate, once I cum inside of you, your pussy is mine, understood?"

Kate seems half incoherent, grunting with each of his thrusts. "Huh…. What… Ugh… Huh?"

Steven is undeterred. "Kate, my love, when I put my cum inside you, then I don't want you sleeping with any other men. This is only for me from now on. Does that make sense?"

I am stunned. This is something that Steven and I had briefly discussed among the dark fantasies but never came to an agreement on. I start to rise out of my chair to say something, but Steven quickly raises a finger and makes a shushing sound, telling me to sit down and shut up. I'm unsure what came over me, but I sat back on the chair for whatever reason and did not say a word.

Kate manages to get an answer: "Um, maybe? But what about….."

Steven interrupts her objection, leaning down and laying on top of her, grinding still ever deeper into her body, and says into her ear, "Kate, if you want me to cum inside you, you need to agree that your pussy will be mine only. Look, your husband hasn't said a word. He hasn't fucked you in months. Doesn't this feel amazing? Doesn't it feel right? Even he can see how right it is."

The weight of his body is on her now. She couldn't readily look at me from her position, but she could still hear me, and I was not saying a peep. I don't know why I never spoke up at this moment. Maybe it was my natural submissive nature. Perhaps Steven and Kate did seem "so right."

Kate was still hesitating. She could feel Steven's cock pulsing inside her, ready to explode. She knew that she wanted to feel him burst inside her, but Kate wasn't sure that she could agree to what he was asking.

Steven kept pushing for an answer. "I need you to say it, Kate. Whose pussy is this?"

She could not hold back her answer any longer. She had not heard me object and took that to mean that I was OK with it, too. "It's yours, Steven. It's yours."

"Yes, baby, it is mine. This pussy is about to belong to me and me only." Steven then turns to me. "You hear that cuckold? Who does Kate's pussy belong to?"

My brain urges me not to answer. My brain tells me that I should object. But my mouth had other plans, spilling out another rehearsed response, "It's your pussy now, Steven. You are the only one allowed to have sex with Kate."

"Fuck yeah, That's right."

Steven started to pick up the pace. Sliding his cock all the way out to the tip before slamming it back inside Kate. Rocking the whole bed, he drills deep inside of her. His thrusts suddenly stop with a final deep thrust inside of her, moaning and unloading spurt after spurt of cum into his girlfriend's unprotected pussy.

"Oh god, oh God, I can feel that inside me…" Kate moans as she accepts everything Steven has to give her. Pushing her ass back to get him deeper into her.

Once Steven finally finishes, he rolls off of her beside her onto his back, and she crawls over beside him, pressing her body against his. Kate whispers in his ear, "That was so amazing. I can't believe how incredible that was."

Part 2