Note: My wife was kind enough to point out an error in Chapter 5. I said that as a submissive you have no choices. She reminded me that I was, in fact, given a choice by our friend. I had disappointed him in a social setting. As punishment, he gave me the choice of a bare bottom spanking in front of the other guests, or I could write "I apologize" five times. Now most of you might have selected the latter as did I. He had me wait until there was only my wife, he, and I. As I began to gather paper and pen, I was told that there was a caveat. I watched him roll out a long and wide brown paper on the kitchen floor. He handed me a magic marker and told me to stick it in my bottom and using my ass to hold the marker, I had to write the "I apologize" 5 times so that it was legible. Through selective memory, I chose to forget that ordeal. My bad.
As I read the comments about Part 4, I understand that some of you wish this a tender love story. While I hope you continue to read the additional chapters, that is not what this is. Yes, johnnie and Cindy love each other. But I have tried to show that Cindy, like some other women I have known is selfish. They want what they want when they want it. Yes, she wanted to have sex with Keith. She didn't have to ask johnnie if she could fuck Keith but ask, she did. Cindy needed to hear him tell her it would be okay. johnnie, in his own desire to submit to Keith had his own agenda for agreeing to becoming her cuckold as he wrestled with his newly discovered sexuality and wakening desire to completely submit to a real man.
I heard someone say once that you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink. Someone else countered that fallacy by saying that if you have someone hold that horse's head under water and you suck on its ass hard enough, that horse will drink or drown.
I am not that horse.
Have you ever been exposed as something you tried to hide from yourself and others? Maybe you can tell me if I was coming out of the closet so to speak. When I took my man into my mouth that first time, I shed myself of the delusion that I was completely straight. My wife saw my transformation as Keith strengthened his dominance over me. It's not that Keith did something nefarious or anything. My submission to him was all my doing. The first time I met him naked and got him off, a spark in me ignited to a burning desire to give myself to him.
I can no more explain my newly found desire to completely submit to a man, albeit a real man, than I could explain why yellow is the color it is.
I do know that having had that taste of submitting to a man filled a void in me I didn't know existed. Shoot, you didn't know you like ice cream until you tried it. And I don't want to read about anyone hating ice cream in the comments section, please.
As the evening of my matriculation from masturbator to cock sucker grew near, my wife Cindy was nearly beside herself with anticipation. She was also especially loving and less demanding of me. Hardly recognizing the changes that we were going through personally, we were able to see the changes in each other.
I knew that I had grown, matured maybe, into a male with an open mind. I no longer considered homosexuality a perversion of sex. Masturbating a real man aroused me like nothing else had since my first look at a real pussy. The next step simply couldn't be as difficult as was that first step. But that was all I saw myself as, just a guy with an open mind.
Cindy noticed other changes, subtle changes in me. And being Cindy, she was happy to point them out. No filter on my wife. She mentioned that my walk was different. "johnnie, you walk funny. Your big butt sways back and forth like you're trying to attract a man."
"I do not," I pouted. "I'm not trying to attract any guys."
"That's because you already have a man, don't you?"
I'd been calling Keith my man even before I met him. My man had been just a figment of my imagination in those dirty stories I would tell Cindy when we masturbated ourselves. But now, since Keith came into my life, I do consider him my man. "Yes, Cin. I have a man. Keith as if you didn't know."
"Oh, I know baby. And I can see how much that means to you, having a man."
"What the fuck are you talking about, how much that means to me?"
Cindy giggled a little as she came over and took my dick in her hand. "Well for starters, you shaved your body. Tell me you didn't do that for Keith."
My dick grew hard in her hand even as I denied the truth. "It's not what you think. I saw my pubic bush was becoming unruly, so I trimmed it back. I didn't like how the trimming looked so I trimmed it more until I said fuck it and shaved it all off. Then, looking at myself in the mirror, I saw how silly it looked, the hair on my legs, I mean. So, I shaved them to even out the look. One thing led to another, and I decided the hairs on my chest and arms should go. That's why I did it."
She didn't believe me as she laughed and walked off. She was right but I didn't have the courage to tell her that I wanted to look nice for my man. Without being told or asked, I went full-blown metrosexual for Keith. Lotions, secret skin treatments, hair products, manicures and pedicures, eyebrows shaping. Everything I did was to garner Keith's appreciation and were things I kept hidden from my wife. At least I thought they were hidden.
Why I did I do those things you might be wondering. Call it the man in the mirror affect. I didn't like what I saw when I confessed my desire to become Keith's cock sucker. I saw a guy a regular dude and that look didn't fit with the internal changes I was experiencing.
Alone in my room, I applied skin softener to my legs, thighs, and buttocks. Looking in the full-length mirror, I pulled and pinched in places and decided I needed to work out, tighten up places before they became unwieldly. I was happy with my bum though. It was plump but not loose.
As I looked at myself, I remembered that first night with Keith and when he smacked my bottom for taking liberties without his permission. Just that thought was enough to make me hard and my heart rate increased. I smiled at the thought of how I first resisted my wife's request, then her demand that I jack off another guy. How could I have known how exciting it was? How else could I have found out how liberating it is to serve a superior man, a real man?
Liberating is the correct word too. No longer constrained my conservative past, I knew I would embrace whatever Keith had in store for my future as his cock sucker. I knew that even before he honored me by parting my lips with his beautiful cock.
"What did he say to me? Oh yes, his cock and my mouth would become a couple." I giggled like an excited schoolgirl. Once I decided to give my all for him, I knew I'd be a better person for it.
My marriage? Well to be honest, I have no idea whether that will survive or not. I love Cindy with all my heart. I know that she loves me as much. But now, we have to share a man who both of us want for ourselves. Cindy will want equal time with Keith if not more. And I'll hover near by hoping he will permit me to serve him.
Don't be silly if you're thinking I want to only to be with my man. I don't want to trade my wife for Keith. Keith could never love me. He doesn't even respect me. No, Keith is a real man and man I want to serve and please and pleasure. He couldn't and will never love me. And, although I respect and admire him, I wouldn't call what I felt for Keith love.
Devotion? Maybe so.
Cindy? I wasn't certain about her feelings. I could ask her, but I didn't. I wanted to see how this played out without the pressure of knowingly trying to bull shit each other. I knew she'd love his cock as I have come to love it. I just hoped that we could share him as husband and wife.
"Phone, johnnie," Cindy called to me.
My heart raced. "I hope it's Keith" I prayed silently as I dashed out to the living room.
Cindy nodded with a smile letting me know my man called me. Me, not her. Go on bitch.
"Hello sir."
"How's my boy? You ready to become my cock sucker tonight?"
Oh yes sir. Most definitely, sir."
"That's good to hear, boy."
I tingled all over when he calls me boy.
"You know I'm going to fuck that sexy woman you married. You think she'll love my cock like you do?"
"I do sir. I hope she does," I lied.
"You obeyed me, didn't you. You have put your dick near my pussy, have you?"
"No sir. I haven't tried to fuck your pussy."
"Good. I like a boy who can follow instructions." Then he ended the call.
"What did he say, johnnie?"
"He asked me if you'll love his cock like I do. I told him yes."
