Clare's Cuckold - Chapter 2

‘Should I let him fuck me again?’

Not a normal question for a woman to ask her boyfriend. But it’s what Clare asked me after her first night with Nick. It’s when I discovered another important difference between the fantasy and reality of cuckolding. Fantasies melt away as soon as you’ve finished with them. Reality sticks around and becomes part of your life.

I was very aroused by the thought of Clare with another man, but did I want it to be a regular feature of our lives? When we were walking to work on a rainy Monday morning, did I want her to say, ‘Can you fend for yourself tonight, babe, if I go round to Nick’s?’

After we’d both cum and had something to eat that Saturday morning, we sat down to discuss how our relationship was going to work going forwards.

‘Do you still want to be with me?’ she asked.

I didn’t have any doubt about that. Having to compete for her attention made her the single most attractive woman in the world and the thought of being without her was unbearable. ‘Yes,’ I said.

‘Do you want me to stop seeing Nick? Outside work, I mean. I don’t have much choice about that.’

This was more difficult to answer. She’d cheated on me once. I suspected I could keep on talking about this one time for the rest of our lives. I threw it back to her. ‘Do you want to keep seeing him?’

Biting her lip, she turned away. ‘You know I do.’

I was scared to ask the next question, but I had to. ‘But you still want to be with me?’

‘Of course I do. I love you.’

‘So why do you want him?’

‘You make love to me. He fucks me. I need both. Do you think I’m selfish?’

‘No. You can’t expect one person to give you everything you need.’

‘If this is going to work, we have to set some ground rules.’

‘Like what?’

‘I’m only doing this to turn you on.’ This was blatantly untrue. She was doing it because she fancied another guy. But I let it go. ‘So I don’t mind talking about it. You can ask me anything. I won’t keep anything secret from you. But you’ve got to promise you’ll never use this against me when we’re having a row. If I’m mad at you because you forgot my mum’s birthday or something, you must never say, “Well, you’re fucking another man, so I guess we’re about even.” Agreed?’

I nodded. ‘And you can’t say, “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t let me do this.” It’s up to you what you do.’

‘You might have to drive me over to his sometimes.’ I wasn’t sure what I thought about this. Delivering my girlfriend to another man’s house so he could have sex with her. That would make me a real cuckold. From there, it would be one short step to buying her sexy underwear to excite him. But at the same time, my cock throbbed. ‘The rest of the time we get on with normal life. We go to work. We eat our tea. We watch TV. I don’t want this to part of everything we do together. Can you live with that?’