[This chapter continues Book 2: Rivals] The next day, Mike got a call on his iPhone while at school. It was Colonel Banks. "You want to be briefed?" he said. "There's a meeting this weekend." Mike considered for a moment. Then he said "Where?" Banks gave him a flight number out of LaGuardia, then hung up. "You're sure this is a good idea?" the Secretary o...
Author's note: Since the first part of the story of Mike, Faye, and John got some angry comments (Interestingly enough, The Fashion Queen Learns her Place, a story in which the wife is the submissive cuckold, barely got comments and there weren't any complaints about her being a wimp), I probably should tell you that, even though I AM a pervert, cuckolding i...
The cuck opens his eyes to the sight of her lover, laying on his back and her back snuggled up against him. He lays there, wishing he could feel her this morning, but knows it is not his time with her. His penis is locked up and straining against the cage as he somewhat admires her lover's body, knowing how he fucks her so well, wishing he could. His eyes ev...
Did you ever wonder about those extra buttons that come with suits and sport coats? You know the ones in a little plastic bag in the inside pocket? I mean what's that all about? Does the tailor think we can't find a small black plastic replacement button costing one penny when we need one? I mean you all have a special drawer in your armoire with all these s...
Ken sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, unsure of where Lilith and Matt were in the room. Lilith had blindfolded Ken before making him disrobe. Ken couldn't see the look on Lilith or Matt's faces when he took of his underwear, but he could hear Matt's snicker as the small steel cage flopped out from behind the elastic of his underwear. Lilith laug...
I woke from a comfortable dream of snuggling Maddie to the comfortable reality of snuggling Maddie. My arms wrapped around her belly, and my face was buried against her sprawl of black hair. I could swear that I could feel the freckles that speckled her body like a constellation of tiny stars with the tips of my fingers. I smiled and nuzzled against her neck...
Fifteen minutes later Jean pulled into the driveway, hit the button, and opened the garage door. She considered the dark house a good sign. She was as eager to see her cuck as he was to see her. She pictured him up in her bedroom, laying on her bed, flat on his back, a towel underneath him. She had always been a creamer and they had incorporated a towel in t...
It was a warm evening. One of those that carry the slight hint of autumn in the air but the promised coolness hasn't arrived yet. The sun was softly sitting on the horizon as people bustled past as I sat on the bench and awaited my date for the night. We had met a few times and I was beginning to get comfortable with him. I had chosen to be brought by my car...
I tried to keep this a close to real as I could and I thank you for taking the time read at least this far. There is no sex in this and it is not a BTB story but it isn't one of those twisted cuck stories either. For the record, I have no problem with people that have open marriages. I prefer monogamy but if I did have an open marriage it would be equitab...
(Will Candy make a good cuck?) Davie was standing at Carol's front door dressed in a pair of copper brown wide-wale corduroy dress trousers, and a beige polo shirt. Oddly enough, he felt more nervous than he did the night before when he was in full drag, and he attributed it to the ex-factor. Last night Davie as "Debbie" was there to meet Robbie as "Candy"...