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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.”