Disclaimer: No explicit cuckolding in this one. Just a wife teasing her husband about flirting with another man ;-)
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He’d been lying in bed for hours; he wasn’t going to fall asleep.
Robbie hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep since he and his wife, Sloan, had moved to Lake Lord, but after the events of that evening, he couldn’t even close his eyes. He lay there in the blackness with them stretched wide, because every time he closed them, he imagined his wife wrapping her lips around Tyler’s enormous hanging penis.
He couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He remembered the way his wife had stared over his shoulder while he spoke. She couldn’t put any focus on her husband when Tyler’s big dick was in the frame. Even if nothing untoward had happened between them in the past few weeks, what in the world was going to happen next time she was working with him, all alone in that basement, and the image of his big swinging cock popped back into her head?
Was Robbie really supposed to believe at this point that she wasn’t lusting over her new coworker?
In his mind, Sloan had been flirting with Tyler right in front of him. But he reminded himself that he had been misinterpreting things between them. He had probably made it out to be more than it was. It was likely just a harmless conversation about the oak tree.
But he had recorded the entire conversation. He looked at his phone on his nightstand. He couldn’t help himself.
Robbie slunk out of bed completely naked without waking his wife, grabbed his phone, and crept downstairs. Tiptoeing into the living room, he laid down on the couch and pulled up the recording he had taken on the patio that evening.
“Evening,” Tyler’s muffled voice came from his phone. “Have you all been sitting out here long?”
“As a matter of fact, we have.” Sloan sounded so happy in her response.
“Interesting.”
Robbie was transported back to the patio, and he remembered watching Tyler look between his big picture window and where they sat, surely realizing that Sloan was in perfect position to have seen him totally naked just a few minutes prior.
Sloan giggled in the recording.
“What?” Tyler was laughing too.
Robbie had been right; they were flirting in front of him.
“We wanted to talk to you about your huge tree,” Sloan had said. Robbie’s wife was being very devious.
“My huge… tree?” Tyler replied. Robbie hadn’t noticed the pause before. Tyler was giving it right back. And Sloan was eating it up.
“Oh,” Tyler continued as if he now understood. “I don’t know if I’d say that it’s my tree. Let’s call it our tree.”
“Either way,” Sloan shot back. “Something needs to be done about it. A big thing like that could really hurt someone.” She was still giggling. “It looks so… heavy.”
Robbie stopped the recording. There was no avoiding it; his wife was flirting right in front of him. She had spewed innuendo after innuendo about Tyler’s huge dick. Robbie couldn’t help but picture the lustful look on his wife’s face as she’d stared over his shoulder at Tyler’s naked body in the window. She was probably dreaming about him right now.
He remembered the state in which he had found his wife, just a few nights ago, on the very couch that he was lying on right now. Touching herself in her sleep. Moaning and squirming and thinking about something.
Robbie was rock hard.
He slowly dropped his right hand down to the stiffness and took himself into his hand. He played the recording again and set it to repeat.
“We wanted to talk to you about your huge tree.”
“A big thing like that could really hurt someone.”
“It looks so… heavy.”
Robbie began to stroke himself to his wife’s apparent lust. Tyler’s huge dick was waving from side to side again in his mind as he changed that lightbulb. It really was like a third leg. And Sloan couldn’t stop staring at it.
“Holy shit, your new friend has a huge dick," she had said to him. But Tyler wasn’t Robbie’s new friend; he was Sloan’s.
Robbie kept playing with himself.
“My huge tree?” Tyler was asking on the recording.
“Oh my God,” Sloan was mumbling under her breath in Robbie’s memory. “He should sell tickets.”
“Let’s call it our tree,” Tyler directed from the recording.
“So full of potential,” Sloan had said to Robbie. “It’s been a really productive week.”
He was stroking himself faster.
“A big thing like that could really hurt someone,” Sloan said in the recording.
“Fuck,” Robbie moaned to himself. He was turned on beyond belief, but incredibly fearful of the consequences. What emotional toll was he setting himself up for here?
“It looks so… heavy,” his wife was saying on the recording. Robbie was going to finish soon.
“Robbie?”
That one wasn’t from the recording. Sloan was in the living room with him.
Robbie fumbled around to shut off the recording, but Sloan flipped on the light.
“Oh my God,” she said, laughing. “You’re playing with yourself!”
Robbie tried to deny, but it was useless. His dick was still hard as iron. From his phone came his own voice, trying fruitlessly to convince Tyler that the tree needed to be taken down. Finally, Robbie was able to calmly place a finger to the pause button.
Sloan watched him carefully as she approached the couch. “That was our conversation,” she said. “From tonight.” She continued to come towards him. “I didn’t know you’d started recording things again.”
Robbie took a deep breath and swung his legs off the couch so she could sit next to him. Sloan took a seat on the couch and looked down at his hard dick.
“I didn’t realize it was such an exciting conversation,” she said, laughing.
Robbie was almost panting. “I don’t totally understand it either,” he admitted.
“I mean,” his wife said. “I knew you had a thing about that tree, but I never knew it was so erotic to you.”
Robbie groaned in frustration. Sloan laughed.
“I’m kidding,” she said. “Only kidding.”
There was a long pause. Sloan had thrown on sweatpants and a t-shirt before coming downstairs to look for her husband. Robbie was still totally naked.
“I thought you were sleepwalking,” she joked. “But you are very awake,” she gestured down at his dick.
Robbie’s breath was short, frustrated both by being cut off prior to orgasm, and at the complicated emotions that were thick in his throat.
“What is it that was so sexy about that conversation?” his wife was asking. Had she forgotten the way she had flirted with that man directly in front of her husband?
Robbie was both accusatory and explanatory in his response. “You were flirting with him,” he said flatly.
His dick twitched as he spoke.
Sloan went on the defensive. “No, I wasn’t,” she declared.
Robbie gave her a look. He grabbed his phone again, backed up the recording to the beginning, and pressed play.
“Evening, have you all been sitting out here long?”
“As a matter of fact, we have.”
“Interesting.”
Giggling.
“What?”
“Nothing. We wanted to talk to you about your huge tree.”
“My huge... tree? Oh, I don’t know if I’d say that it’s my tree. Let’s call it our tree.”
“Either way, something needs to be done about it. A big thing like that could really hurt someone. It looks so… heavy.”
Robbie stopped the tape. “Flirting,” he said.
Sloan looked a little guilty. But she also looked down at Robbie, who was still hard as concrete. “It seems like you like it.”
Robbie shrugged. “I’m not really sure,” he said.
Sloan reached for him. “I think you are,” she told him as she took his stiffness into her hand.
“Oh…” Robbie trailed off.
Sloan smiled at him. “You are very sexy, by the way,” she told her husband. She stroked him up and down, reveling in the way her husband’s legs shook as she moved. “Careful,” she said. “Don’t kick the coffee table.”
She came in closer. Robbie put his arm around her as she rested her head on his shoulder. He could feel her breath on his neck. Her voice fell into his ear as a whisper. “You liked what you heard, didn’t you?” she asked him.
Robbie was trembling. He felt weak, but instead of running away, he embraced it.
He nodded.
He could hear Sloan smile into his ear. “Good,” she said. “Because I’d like to be honest with you,” she continued. “I was flirting with him.”
Robbie quaked a bit at the revelation. He whimpered. “I know,” he said.
“It’s just,” his wife went on softly in his ear. She reached down for his balls. “After seeing Tyler naked in the window,” she said. “I couldn’t help myself.”
Robbie was overwhelmed. “I understand,” he mumbled. He wasn’t sure why he understood, but he did.
“I mean, holy shit,” Sloan went on. “Tyler’s dick is huge.” She giggled into her husband’s ear. “It was completely soft, just dangling there. But it just looked so long, and thick, and heavy.”
Robbie was losing his mind. He had been desperate for his wife to dominate him in bed, but he had never known that it would look like this.
“Such a big fat cock,” she said. “A man’s cock, you know?”
She reached her hand back up from his balls to his cock. She ran her fingertips along his length. “I see why you get so jealous, sometimes,” she said. “I mean, you were sitting right there,” she said. “But we were just flirting like you weren’t even with us.”
Robbie moaned as she grasped her fingers around his stiffness again.
“You were talking about his dick,” he told his wife. “You were telling him how big it was, right in front of me.”
“Mmhmm,” she moaned into his ear. “I was.”
Robbie groaned in a humiliated pleasure. He had never felt confliction like this in his entire life.
“I think this is why you’ve been so jealous all these years,” Sloan whispered. “It’s not that you fear that I am attracted to other men, it’s that you welcome it.”
Robbie felt like he was melting into the couch.
“Admit it,” she said. “All this time, you’ve made up these stories in your mind. You pretended I had something going on with this coworker or with that friend. You got mad at me, blamed me. But really you were desperate for me to admit that I found other men attractive. You were begging me to do what you most feared.”
She was seeing right through Robbie.
“You want this, don’t you?” she demanded.
Robbie looked at her through fearful eyes. “I don’t know what I want,” he said.
Sloan smirked. “Yes, you do,” she said. “You’re just afraid to admit it.” She stroked his cock harder. “Don’t think,” she said. “Just tell me what you want.”
Robbie blurted it out. “I want you to be happy,” he said. “And I want you to get whatever you need to be happy.” Sloan wore a naughty smile as she kept rubbing his cock. “I want you to be able to have whoever you want, whenever you want.” The words fell timidly from Robbie’s lips. He felt *******.
Sloan slowed her hand and grinned. “Let me tell you,” she said. “That is an extremely sexy thing for you to say.”
Robbie was trying to mumble through his pleasure. “Do you,” he started before trailing off. He finally composed himself. “Do you find him attractive?”
Sloan gave a devilish grin and started jerking off her husband faster again. “You’ll have to be more specific,” she pretended.
Robbie whimpered. “Tyler,” he said. “Do you think Tyler is hot?”
Sloan was still watching him with that evil grin. Robbie was about to cum. “Yes,” she said, point blank. “He is fucking hot.” She kept playing with him. “His body is so fucking sexy. It’s perfect, really. Strong, but lean. More than anything he seems athletic. And after what we saw today?” She paused. Robbie was starting to cum all over her hand and himself. “His cock is absolutely perfect.”
Robbie shot another load high onto his chest as she said those daring, daunting words.
“Fuck,” he moaned. Covered in his own seed, he couldn’t bring himself to look at his wife. He shut his eyes. Maybe this had been a dream. But Sloan was right there grinning at him when he opened his eyes again. He needed to get into the shower. He needed to wash his body, but he needed to cleanse his mind just as completely.
What had just happened?
Sloan was watching him closely. “Why did you never tell me before that you were this sexy?” she asked him. “I am going to have all kinds of fun with this.”
This is a chapter from my cuckold novel Wicked Things at Lake Lord, click here to see the whole book if you're interested. There is explicit cuckolding in the book
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He’d been lying in bed for hours; he wasn’t going to fall asleep.
Robbie hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep since he and his wife, Sloan, had moved to Lake Lord, but after the events of that evening, he couldn’t even close his eyes. He lay there in the blackness with them stretched wide, because every time he closed them, he imagined his wife wrapping her lips around Tyler’s enormous hanging penis.
He couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He remembered the way his wife had stared over his shoulder while he spoke. She couldn’t put any focus on her husband when Tyler’s big dick was in the frame. Even if nothing untoward had happened between them in the past few weeks, what in the world was going to happen next time she was working with him, all alone in that basement, and the image of his big swinging cock popped back into her head?
Was Robbie really supposed to believe at this point that she wasn’t lusting over her new coworker?
In his mind, Sloan had been flirting with Tyler right in front of him. But he reminded himself that he had been misinterpreting things between them. He had probably made it out to be more than it was. It was likely just a harmless conversation about the oak tree.
But he had recorded the entire conversation. He looked at his phone on his nightstand. He couldn’t help himself.
Robbie slunk out of bed completely naked without waking his wife, grabbed his phone, and crept downstairs. Tiptoeing into the living room, he laid down on the couch and pulled up the recording he had taken on the patio that evening.
“Evening,” Tyler’s muffled voice came from his phone. “Have you all been sitting out here long?”
“As a matter of fact, we have.” Sloan sounded so happy in her response.
“Interesting.”
Robbie was transported back to the patio, and he remembered watching Tyler look between his big picture window and where they sat, surely realizing that Sloan was in perfect position to have seen him totally naked just a few minutes prior.
Sloan giggled in the recording.
“What?” Tyler was laughing too.
Robbie had been right; they were flirting in front of him.
“We wanted to talk to you about your huge tree,” Sloan had said. Robbie’s wife was being very devious.
“My huge… tree?” Tyler replied. Robbie hadn’t noticed the pause before. Tyler was giving it right back. And Sloan was eating it up.
“Oh,” Tyler continued as if he now understood. “I don’t know if I’d say that it’s my tree. Let’s call it our tree.”
“Either way,” Sloan shot back. “Something needs to be done about it. A big thing like that could really hurt someone.” She was still giggling. “It looks so… heavy.”
Robbie stopped the recording. There was no avoiding it; his wife was flirting right in front of him. She had spewed innuendo after innuendo about Tyler’s huge dick. Robbie couldn’t help but picture the lustful look on his wife’s face as she’d stared over his shoulder at Tyler’s naked body in the window. She was probably dreaming about him right now.
He remembered the state in which he had found his wife, just a few nights ago, on the very couch that he was lying on right now. Touching herself in her sleep. Moaning and squirming and thinking about something.
Robbie was rock hard.
He slowly dropped his right hand down to the stiffness and took himself into his hand. He played the recording again and set it to repeat.
“We wanted to talk to you about your huge tree.”
“A big thing like that could really hurt someone.”
“It looks so… heavy.”
Robbie began to stroke himself to his wife’s apparent lust. Tyler’s huge dick was waving from side to side again in his mind as he changed that lightbulb. It really was like a third leg. And Sloan couldn’t stop staring at it.
“Holy shit, your new friend has a huge dick," she had said to him. But Tyler wasn’t Robbie’s new friend; he was Sloan’s.
Robbie kept playing with himself.
“My huge tree?” Tyler was asking on the recording.
“Oh my God,” Sloan was mumbling under her breath in Robbie’s memory. “He should sell tickets.”
“Let’s call it our tree,” Tyler directed from the recording.
“So full of potential,” Sloan had said to Robbie. “It’s been a really productive week.”
He was stroking himself faster.
“A big thing like that could really hurt someone,” Sloan said in the recording.
“Fuck,” Robbie moaned to himself. He was turned on beyond belief, but incredibly fearful of the consequences. What emotional toll was he setting himself up for here?
“It looks so… heavy,” his wife was saying on the recording. Robbie was going to finish soon.
“Robbie?”
That one wasn’t from the recording. Sloan was in the living room with him.
Robbie fumbled around to shut off the recording, but Sloan flipped on the light.
“Oh my God,” she said, laughing. “You’re playing with yourself!”
Robbie tried to deny, but it was useless. His dick was still hard as iron. From his phone came his own voice, trying fruitlessly to convince Tyler that the tree needed to be taken down. Finally, Robbie was able to calmly place a finger to the pause button.
Sloan watched him carefully as she approached the couch. “That was our conversation,” she said. “From tonight.” She continued to come towards him. “I didn’t know you’d started recording things again.”
Robbie took a deep breath and swung his legs off the couch so she could sit next to him. Sloan took a seat on the couch and looked down at his hard dick.
“I didn’t realize it was such an exciting conversation,” she said, laughing.
Robbie was almost panting. “I don’t totally understand it either,” he admitted.
“I mean,” his wife said. “I knew you had a thing about that tree, but I never knew it was so erotic to you.”
Robbie groaned in frustration. Sloan laughed.
“I’m kidding,” she said. “Only kidding.”
There was a long pause. Sloan had thrown on sweatpants and a t-shirt before coming downstairs to look for her husband. Robbie was still totally naked.
“I thought you were sleepwalking,” she joked. “But you are very awake,” she gestured down at his dick.
Robbie’s breath was short, frustrated both by being cut off prior to orgasm, and at the complicated emotions that were thick in his throat.
“What is it that was so sexy about that conversation?” his wife was asking. Had she forgotten the way she had flirted with that man directly in front of her husband?
Robbie was both accusatory and explanatory in his response. “You were flirting with him,” he said flatly.
His dick twitched as he spoke.
Sloan went on the defensive. “No, I wasn’t,” she declared.
Robbie gave her a look. He grabbed his phone again, backed up the recording to the beginning, and pressed play.
“Evening, have you all been sitting out here long?”
“As a matter of fact, we have.”
“Interesting.”
Giggling.
“What?”
“Nothing. We wanted to talk to you about your huge tree.”
“My huge... tree? Oh, I don’t know if I’d say that it’s my tree. Let’s call it our tree.”
“Either way, something needs to be done about it. A big thing like that could really hurt someone. It looks so… heavy.”
Robbie stopped the tape. “Flirting,” he said.
Sloan looked a little guilty. But she also looked down at Robbie, who was still hard as concrete. “It seems like you like it.”
Robbie shrugged. “I’m not really sure,” he said.
Sloan reached for him. “I think you are,” she told him as she took his stiffness into her hand.
“Oh…” Robbie trailed off.
Sloan smiled at him. “You are very sexy, by the way,” she told her husband. She stroked him up and down, reveling in the way her husband’s legs shook as she moved. “Careful,” she said. “Don’t kick the coffee table.”
She came in closer. Robbie put his arm around her as she rested her head on his shoulder. He could feel her breath on his neck. Her voice fell into his ear as a whisper. “You liked what you heard, didn’t you?” she asked him.
Robbie was trembling. He felt weak, but instead of running away, he embraced it.
He nodded.
He could hear Sloan smile into his ear. “Good,” she said. “Because I’d like to be honest with you,” she continued. “I was flirting with him.”
Robbie quaked a bit at the revelation. He whimpered. “I know,” he said.
“It’s just,” his wife went on softly in his ear. She reached down for his balls. “After seeing Tyler naked in the window,” she said. “I couldn’t help myself.”
Robbie was overwhelmed. “I understand,” he mumbled. He wasn’t sure why he understood, but he did.
“I mean, holy shit,” Sloan went on. “Tyler’s dick is huge.” She giggled into her husband’s ear. “It was completely soft, just dangling there. But it just looked so long, and thick, and heavy.”
Robbie was losing his mind. He had been desperate for his wife to dominate him in bed, but he had never known that it would look like this.
“Such a big fat cock,” she said. “A man’s cock, you know?”
She reached her hand back up from his balls to his cock. She ran her fingertips along his length. “I see why you get so jealous, sometimes,” she said. “I mean, you were sitting right there,” she said. “But we were just flirting like you weren’t even with us.”
Robbie moaned as she grasped her fingers around his stiffness again.
“You were talking about his dick,” he told his wife. “You were telling him how big it was, right in front of me.”
“Mmhmm,” she moaned into his ear. “I was.”
Robbie groaned in a humiliated pleasure. He had never felt confliction like this in his entire life.
“I think this is why you’ve been so jealous all these years,” Sloan whispered. “It’s not that you fear that I am attracted to other men, it’s that you welcome it.”
Robbie felt like he was melting into the couch.
“Admit it,” she said. “All this time, you’ve made up these stories in your mind. You pretended I had something going on with this coworker or with that friend. You got mad at me, blamed me. But really you were desperate for me to admit that I found other men attractive. You were begging me to do what you most feared.”
She was seeing right through Robbie.
“You want this, don’t you?” she demanded.
Robbie looked at her through fearful eyes. “I don’t know what I want,” he said.
Sloan smirked. “Yes, you do,” she said. “You’re just afraid to admit it.” She stroked his cock harder. “Don’t think,” she said. “Just tell me what you want.”
Robbie blurted it out. “I want you to be happy,” he said. “And I want you to get whatever you need to be happy.” Sloan wore a naughty smile as she kept rubbing his cock. “I want you to be able to have whoever you want, whenever you want.” The words fell timidly from Robbie’s lips. He felt *******.
Sloan slowed her hand and grinned. “Let me tell you,” she said. “That is an extremely sexy thing for you to say.”
Robbie was trying to mumble through his pleasure. “Do you,” he started before trailing off. He finally composed himself. “Do you find him attractive?”
Sloan gave a devilish grin and started jerking off her husband faster again. “You’ll have to be more specific,” she pretended.
Robbie whimpered. “Tyler,” he said. “Do you think Tyler is hot?”
Sloan was still watching him with that evil grin. Robbie was about to cum. “Yes,” she said, point blank. “He is fucking hot.” She kept playing with him. “His body is so fucking sexy. It’s perfect, really. Strong, but lean. More than anything he seems athletic. And after what we saw today?” She paused. Robbie was starting to cum all over her hand and himself. “His cock is absolutely perfect.”
Robbie shot another load high onto his chest as she said those daring, daunting words.
“Fuck,” he moaned. Covered in his own seed, he couldn’t bring himself to look at his wife. He shut his eyes. Maybe this had been a dream. But Sloan was right there grinning at him when he opened his eyes again. He needed to get into the shower. He needed to wash his body, but he needed to cleanse his mind just as completely.
What had just happened?
Sloan was watching him closely. “Why did you never tell me before that you were this sexy?” she asked him. “I am going to have all kinds of fun with this.”
This is a chapter from my cuckold novel Wicked Things at Lake Lord, click here to see the whole book if you're interested. There is explicit cuckolding in the book
