titsay
Monterey Bay Aquarium
No title available
🪼
Kiana Khansmith
No title available
ellievsbear
Mike Driver
DEAR READER
Origami Around
NASA
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Discoholic 🪩
Acquired Stardust
tumblr dot com
pixel skylines
art blog(derogatory)
d e v o n
tannertan36
blake kathryn
seen from Australia
seen from Brazil
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Belarus
seen from Brazil
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
@wifetoy
As you watch your wife surrender to another man, collared and owned, you know she is overcome with emotion, nervousness, and craving. The ritual only emphasizes that she is his. You hate yourself for being so aroused, but that is the cuckold’s plight.
Honey, does your little penis get hard, and do you feel the urge to touch yourself when you help me get dressed for a date with a man? Don’t worry, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. In fact, I think you probably get it up more often now—and enjoy it more—than when you felt compelled to do everything you could to pretend you were a real man—and a real husband. When I feminized you, it wasn’t just for me—it was for you, too, wasn't it?
My wife’s pussy belongs to the man that makes it happy.
You have lived to regret your insistence on total honesty in your marriage.
When you saw that your wife was about to zip up her dress, you asked her in an almost begging tone to allow you to do it for her. It felt so good for you to do it—somehow, you almost felt proud of helping her to get ready for her date with Mike.
Your wife told you to follow his instructions for preparing her to the letter. Her pleas to stop were hard to hear, but he said exactly 10 pumps of the bulb so you knew you had to keep going. She was breathing heavily like a woman in labor trying to accommodate each additional pump of the bulb, but you persisted like the obedient cuckold you are. You hoped he would be pleased with your presentation of her for his use and pleasure.
Ummmm, me encantaría ser ella 🙏🙏🙏🤤🤤🤤😋😋😋👅👅👅
For the first time, your wife refused to share what what she had done with her lover. Then he sent you this photo.
You follow his instructions to the letter like a good cuckold. She is almost in a trance in anticipation of the things that he will do to her. Your angst grows as you fasten each buckle. You know she is giving him a part of her that she cannot give you. She knows that it is a part of her that you love her too much to receive.
She lets him take what she has never let you have.
She needs him to do the things that you love her too much to do.
Honey, why do you like watching me get ready for a date so much? Is it just to see me naked, or because you love seeing me in the lingerie and dresses I wear, or is it also because you imagine what I’m going to do with him afterward? Give me an honest answer, and I'll try to make it even more enjoyable for you—especially if the reason is that you fantasize about me having sex with another man.
Chosen Storms: Chapter 6
The sun was just beginning to come up, dawn light spilling through the windows in the early summer morning.
Selena had slept deeply, falling asleep in Grant’s arms after he made love to her. She hadn’t woken up once.
Until now.
She stirred in her marital bed and felt the arm around her body before she was fully conscious. The body beside her, warm and familiar. Grant. His breathing slow and even, still deep in sleep.
The wave hit her before she could prepare for it.
Her kids were down the hall. Her husband was somewhere in this house, or wasn’t, and the thought of that second possibility sent something cold through her chest. She was in her own bed with another man, and the intoxication of the night before had burned off completely. Fear and panic hit her suddenly.
She slipped out from under his arm carefully, found her shorts on the floor, pulled her tank top on, and went to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror.
The shame arrived the way it had before. Not regret. She knew the difference now. She felt real things for Grant, had chosen this, had wanted him in her room last night. That was all still true. But shame and truth could coexist, and this morning they were doing exactly that.
Her first actual fear was Jalen.
She knew him. Knew what happened when things went further than either of them had planned out in advance. He would go quiet. Sometimes he drove. Took the car and went into the forest alone, the way he did when the emotions got past the point he could handle. She didn’t know what he did out there. She knew he drank, pictured him sobbing in sadness and anger. Selena had lay awake more than once in the late hours listening and hoping for his car to come back up the gravel driveway.
What if this was the time he didn’t come back?
What kind of man stays for this, she thought. Another man’s cock in his wife all night in their bed, her children down the hall, her sleeping soundly in his arms like she belonged there. Most men would have packed a bag. Most men would have found their limit long before now.
She was shaking slightly. Almost in tears. The bathroom felt small.
She crept out into the hallway. The office door was open. She went to it and stood in the doorway. The guest bed was empty. The pillow was still indented where his head had been.
Her heart dropped.
She had told herself she could handle it. That she was done shrinking herself. And she stood by that. But being done shrinking didn’t mean being done feeling. She sat on the edge of the empty guest bed, hands over her face, the gravity of it all pressing down on her in the quiet of the early morning. It was all too good to be true. A loving husband who worshiped her, a boyfriend she was falling deeper in love with, a family still intact and healthy around all of it.
It has been hard to get here. Years of navigating the pain and the broken trust, and the moments she wasn’t sure any of it would hold. None of it had been handed to them. They had earned it.
That was what she needed to remember when the shame arrived uninvited at five in the morning.
It was real because it had cost them something real to build it.
She took a long, slow breath.
She wasn’t going to text him. That never helped. He needed space when the drop hit, needed to find his way back on his own without her pulling at him. He always came back. That was the one thing she had learned and trusted.
She got up and went to make coffee.
When she turned the kitchen light on, and it spilled into the living room, she stopped.
Jalen. On the couch, a blanket pulled over him, the couch pillow he loves tucked under his head. Sweatpants and a t-shirt still on from the night before. Sound asleep, his face completely peaceful, one arm loose at his side.
She stood in the kitchen and looked at him for a long moment. Taking all of him in. Like you do when you see someone you love so much asleep.
Jalen hadn’t left. He hadn’t run. Jalen had moved from the office to the couch at some point in the night and fallen asleep there, the way he fell asleep on that couch, watching TV shows the rest of the family had no interest in. Like it was any other night. Like this was just where he ended up.
The fear dissolved so completely that it almost made her laugh. She felt her love for Jalen.
If he could willingly sleep on the couch while she made love and slept with Grant in her bedroom, then he would never leave. She had always believed it. Watching him breathe on the couch in the early morning light, she understood it.
She made the coffee. Stood in the quiet kitchen while it brewed and let the last of the anxiety move through her and out.
She was a slut. She had always been one, if she was being honest with herself, which these days she was. Selena liked sex, and she liked men, and she was built for more than having just one in her life. It had taken her years to stop feeling ashamed of that.
And somehow she had ended up with a husband who loved her for it. Truly loved her for it. A man who bought her dresses for other men and meant it as devotion, who slept on the couch so she could have her boyfriend in their bed and called that love because for him it was.
Sometimes the weight of that hit her unexpectedly. How completely he had built his love around who she actually was. How lucky was a woman allowed to get?
She brought him a cup of coffee and sat across his legs on the couch, her hand rubbing his chest through the fabric. He stirred, felt her weight, and opened his eyes.
He looked at her the way he always looked at her in the morning. Like she was the first good thing.
“Are you okay?” he whispered. “What are you doing up already?”
“I’m more than okay.” She kissed him on the lips, slow. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
He blinked, still half asleep. “Did you and Grant make love this morning?”
She laughed. “Is that the first thing you think about when you see me?”
“Sorry,” he smiled. “I can’t help it. You look beautiful.”
She felt it the way she always felt it when he looked at her. Twenty years and he still looked at her like that. Grant loved her, she knew it completely, but what Jalen felt for her was its own specific thing. She was his every fantasy. Not other women. Her. Her with other men. That had taken her a long time to fully accept, and now that she had, she no longer treated it lightly.
“I didn’t make love to him this morning,” she said, settling closer. “I came out here to find you.”
“But you did last night,” he breathed.
“I did.” She held his gaze. “I was a very naughty wife last night. Sleeping with another man in our bed. The things I said to him.”
“I tried to listen.” He exhaled. “I couldn’t hear much. Our room, as it turns out is well insulated.”
“It’s good the walls held the sound,” she said simply. “We were loud. The kids didn’t need to hear how naughty their mother was.”
She felt him respond under the blanket without touching him. The shift in his breathing. She reached down and found him hard, already, her hand moving under the waistband of his sweatpants.
“You can go back to him,” Jalen said quietly. “If you want. Go back to bed with Grant, it’s still really early in the morning.”
She giggled, “Is that what you want?”
“If you want it. Then yes.”
She leaned down and kissed him. Slow and certain. “I want to be here with you. You are the love of my life.” She meant every word as she rubbed his body.
She moved down under the blanket.
She pulled his sweatpants down and freed his dick, her hand wrapping around it completely, the entire shaft fitting easily in her palm. She stroked him slowly, her wrist rotating, feeling him twitch against her fingers. Then she took him into her mouth all at once.
She didn’t do this often. Only when she wanted to give him this, to make sure he knew how completely she loved him.
Her body didn’t respond to Jalen physically the way it did to men like Grant. Her pussy didn’t instantly get wet. It needed attention and intimacy, foreplay. With Grant it was immediate and involuntary, her pussy getting wet just from his cock in her hands, just from the sight or thought of it, before anything had begun.
Primal. That was why she always dropped quickly to her knees for men like Grant. But with Jalen, it was different. His dick barely touched her throat. She could take him entirely, breathe easily around him, suck the entire length of him and run her tongue along his balls at the same time. Things that weren’t possible with other men. That belonged only to him.
She pulled back and held him with three fingers, looking at him. Cute, perfectly shaped, and smooth. They had teased each other about it enough times that it had lost its sting and become its own intimacy. More like a large clit than a cock, she had told him once, and he had come so hard at those words she’d had to laugh. The smallest she had ever been with. She loved it genuinely. Loved what it meant about him and about them and about the specific thing they had built together that no one else could replicate.
If he hadn’t been a cuckold, she would still have married him. She would have cheated on him eventually, the way she had cheated on every man before him. She didn’t have to. He had given her something better than the secret. He had given her the truth.
She knew it was hard for him. The sexual inadequacy and insecurities didn’t disappear just because he had named it. He had been born with this body, and boys had laughed at it in locker rooms and women had left him because of it, gotten up and walked out, and he had carried that specific shame for years before she came along. She had been the first one to name it out loud without cruelty. The first one to liberate him instead of diminishing him. What she had called a large clit had set him free in ways neither of them fully understood until years later.
His sexual inadequacy was real, and they both knew it. He couldn’t satisfy her the way Grant could. Couldn’t fill her, couldn’t reach deep into her, couldn’t make her body respond the way it responded to a real cock. That was just true. But she had never wanted him to be something he wasn’t. She had wanted exactly this. A man who knew his limitations and loved her so completely that her pleasure, even when it came from someone else, became part of his own.
She took him back into her mouth and sucked him tight, her tongue working in ways she couldn’t with a cock, circling and pressing and moving freely in ways his size made possible. Her pussy had never been shaped for him the way it was shaped for men like Grant, couldn’t grip him the way it gripped Grant, couldn’t feel him the way it felt Grant. But her mouth could do things for his dick that her body never could. That was its own specific intimacy. She felt him tense almost immediately.
He lasted about as long as she expected.
He trembled when he came, a low moan he tried to muffle, his whole body shaking through it the way it always did, completely surrendered. She swallowed all of it.
She came back up and kissed him, pressing her tongue against his, pushing a little of what she’d kept back into his mouth. He took it from her without hesitation. She felt him respond to it immediately, that specific submission, complete and unhesitating. This was something she only did with Jalen. She kissed other men after but never like this. This specific intimacy belonged only to him. No cleaning up. Just her reminding him of exactly what he was to her and rewarding him for being exactly that. Her perfect husband. Her sub.
They lay together under the blanket in the early morning quiet.
“Aria asked me something yesterday,” Selena said after a while. Her voice was calm. “On the drive to her friend’s.”
Jalen looked at her.
“She asked if Grant was like my boyfriend.”
He was quiet.
“I told her he was someone I cared about. That he was part of our lives.” She paused. “She asked if you were okay with it. I told her you were. That you liked Grant and wanted me to be happy.” She watched his face. “She said okay and went back to her phone.”
Jalen exhaled slowly. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
He shook his head slowly. He had expected worse.
“She’s always been smarter than we give her credit for,” Selena said.
“Yeah.”
They lay there for another few minutes. Down the hall in the master bedroom, the sound of the shower running. Grant, awake.
Selena looked toward the hallway. Then back at Jalen.
“You ready for another morning of this?” she said.
He smiled. A real one. “Yeah,” he said. “I really am. Thank you for checking on me.”
Grant had woken to an empty bed.
He lay there for a moment, registering it. The room around him. Their things, hers and Jalen’s. The nightstand with her book and his phone charger. The photos on the dresser. And there on the wall, the painting he had given her, hanging like it belonged there.
He looked at it for a longer moment than he had expected to.
Grant was not a man who analyzed his own ego often, but he understood it well enough to know what he was looking at. Another man had accepted a gift from him and let his wife hang it in their bedroom. In the room where they slept together every night. He tried to imagine doing the same. Some other man’s gift on the wall of his bedroom. He almost laughed. It would have been in the garbage before the end of the day. He wouldn’t have been able to look at it.
Worse than that, he knew exactly what he would have thought about a man who could. Weak. Pathetic. The kind of man other men quietly stopped respecting.
And yet there it hung. Like it was nothing. Like it was just a painting, Selena liked.
He thought about Jalen staying back in the kitchen the night before so Grant could sleep with his wife. He felt something shift in his chest that he didn’t entirely have a name for. Not respect exactly. Something closer to being puzzled by a kind of love he had never encountered before and wasn’t sure he was capable of. A man who hung another man’s gift on his bedroom wall and slept under it every night because it made his wife happy.
Grant had always assumed he was the stronger man in this arrangement. Still laying in Jalen’s side of the bed looking at his own painting on the wall, he wasn’t entirely sure that was true.
The empty bed brought him back to the present. She had slipped out while he was sleeping. He understood without needing to think too hard about it. This was the first time she had stayed the night in her own bed with him while her family was home. It was understandable that she felt she needed to be out of the room before anyone was up.
He reached for her pillow and held it briefly. Then he stroked himself slowly, not to finish, just to feel it. The arousal of where he was and what the night had been. Fucking another man’s wife in her husband’s bed, her body completely his for the night, telling him she loves him then sleeping in his arms.
He set the pillow down, got up, and showered.
When he came out into the living room, he found them on the couch together. Selena tucked into Jalen, both of them with coffee, quiet and easy together.
They both looked up when he appeared.
Selena smiled at him. Not the charged smile she gave him when they were alone. A warm one. The one that said he was welcome here.
“Coffee’s on,” she said.
“I’ll grab a cup.” He smiled.
Jalen interrupted. “Come have a seat. I’ll get it for you.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Grant said, moving toward the couch.
“It’s my pleasure.” Jalen was already up, heading to the kitchen, leaving the seat beside Selena open.
Grant took it. Selena leaned over and kissed him good morning. “Sorry I slipped out. I kind of had a freak out.” She laughed at herself.
He smiled. “Completely understandable.”
The three of them drank coffee in the quiet of an early summer morning. Grant sat next to Selena on the couch, Jalen’s blanket and pillow still tangled around them. Selena was comfortable running her hand along Grant’s arm, sneaking in a light morning kiss when it felt natural. Not performing it. Just being where she was.
Grant read the room. Both of them carrying some weight from the night, Selena attentive to Jalen in the specific way she got when she was checking on him without making it obvious. He made the offer naturally, like it wasn’t a big deal. If the kids were up for it he’d take them out for the morning. Give them some time.
Selena leaned into him and told him he didn’t have to do that.
“I’d enjoy it,” he said simply. “And you two could probably use a few hours.”
She kissed into his shoulder. Told him he was the best. He smiled at that in the way he smiled when she said things she meant completely.
Rowan appeared first, hair sticking up everywhere, already talking before he’d fully come down the hallway. Aria followed a few seconds later, quieter, taking in the room with that specific teenage caution she carried in the mornings before deciding what mood she was in.
Grant mentioned the Waffle House first. Rowan reacted immediately. Aria took a little longer, clearly weighing the social cost of being taken around town by a man who wasn’t her dad against the undeniable reality of waffles. Waffles won. It just took her a minute to let them win.
The mountain resort sealed it. Summer activities, the zip line if they were lucky. Tourist stuff the family never really bothered doing themselves, but exactly the thing kids loved. Aria perked up at the mention of the resort shop.
Aria made a genuine push to bring her parents along. Selena told her they needed to stay and clean up. True enough.
At the door, Selena hugged Grant before he left. Longer than casual, her face pressed briefly into his shoulder, her arms around him. She pulled back and kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for taking the kids. In front of everyone. Nobody flinched.
Jalen shook his hand and thanked him too.
Aria noted all of it, put it away in whatever part of her mind was building a picture of this week, and followed Rowan out the door.
The house was now quiet.
Selena and Jalen moved around the kitchen together like a well-oiled team. Coffee cups into the dishwasher, along with the dirty dishes from the night before. Counters wiped down, the small daily tasks of life we all have to do. The relief of being alone together after days of navigating everything with other people present, even people they loved.
Then Selena took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
The bed unmade, sheets pushed down on it from the night before. She watched Jalen take it in without saying anything. She didn’t say anything either. He just followed her down onto it.
He went down on her the way he always did after she had been with Grant. She was different now, days into it. Not fresh, not dripping, Grant’s fluids already absorbed into her body. But the evidence was there if you knew what you were looking at.
Her pussy slightly swollen and used. He knew her body completely, knew exactly how to touch and lick it, and she let herself go under his mouth, her fingers holding his head into her, her first orgasm arriving quickly. Body shuddering onto his face.
When he moved up her body, she stopped him the same way she had before. Her hand was gentle on his chest.
He looked at her.
She held his gaze and gave in this time. “You’re my husband,” she said. “If you really need to, you can. But don’t finish inside me. Grant isn’t into that the way you are.”
He hesitated, taking in what she had just said. That conflict moving across his face. Everything he had been raised to believe about what a husband and wife were supposed to be pressed up against everything he actually was. He wanted the connection. The warmth of her body around him. That feeling of her pussy wrapped around his dick that should belong to him above anyone else.
He also knew what he was.
He pushed inside her and felt the familiar insecurities arrive almost immediately. The self-questioning and awareness of how little of her he actually filled. The physical reality of their dynamic stating itself without either of them needing to acknowledge it.
There was angst in it, the way there always was angst. But underneath the angst, quieter and more honest, something else. Relief.
He had carried the weight of sexual inadequacy his whole life. The locker rooms, the women who left, the particular shame of knowing he couldn’t give a woman what she needed in the most basic physical way. That weight didn’t disappear in a marriage. If anything, it got heavier. The pressure of being someone’s husband, of feeling like he was supposed to be enough. To man up and fuck her.
Grant had taken that pressure off him a bit.
Selena had admitted it openly now, in this bed, not cruelly but honestly. She got more pleasure from Grant. More from Jalen’s mouth, his hands, his tongue working against her clit, the extender when they used it, all of it more than his dick inside her had ever given her.
That truth, stated plainly between two people who loved each other, was its own kind of liberation. He didn’t have to perform anymore. Didn’t have to work so hard at something that was never going to be what either of them needed it to be. But he still felt the urge to try. The need to satisfy her that way anyway. And the fact he couldn’t still filled him with shame.
He was grateful for Grant. For the men before Grant. For whatever men came after. Not just for the cuckolding, not just for the arousal of it, but for the relief of knowing his wife had what she needed physically so that what he gave her could simply be what it was. His devotion. His love. His complete surrender to her pleasure without the constant weight of trying to compete with men built differently than him.
Selena had men like Grant for that part of herself.
And he had her for everything else.
She looked up at him. “Do you feel like you should be the one fucking me right now?”
His eyes dropped. “No,” he admitted.
“I know,” she breathed.
It was complicated for her too. Some part of her still felt like she should want her husband inside her more than anyone else. And she did love the intimacy of it sometimes. His body against hers. The emotional closeness. But she also liked when he stayed outside her. Both things could be true at the same time.
They talked briefly about the cage. He admitted it worked more as a toy than anything real. Fun for a few hours, but uncomfortable beyond that. It surprised him how much physically locking himself away amplified his insecurities instead of calming them. The thong worked better. It gave him the emotional feeling he wanted without turning everything physical into a struggle.
They had learned that denial didn’t need hardware, anyway. Sometimes she simply wouldn’t let him inside her. Sometimes she wanted him close while still keeping that boundary between them. And they both understood by now that the denial itself carried its own kind of intimacy.
She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, his dick pressed against her clit from the outside, her hips rolling slowly. She watched his face. That expression she loved, the complete surrender of a man who had stopped pretending to be something he wasn’t. She ground herself against him, watching his breathing change, watching him try to hold back and fail.
His whole body seized when it hit him, his hips bucking up into her, a low broken moan escaping him, his cum shooting up his stomach and chest in thick pulses, his thighs shaking beneath her, toes curling, hands gripping the sheets. She kept moving through all of it, riding the last of it out of him, watching his face go completely slack and open into a smile the way it only did in these moments. Completely wrecked. Completely hers.
She looked down at him after. Placing a finger against his lips.
“Good,” she said. “Now I’m still clean for him tonight.”
She meant it as love.
They lay together in their bed. Selena ran a finger slowly down his chest and through the pool of his cum on his stomach. She told him almost shyly that she had said things to Grant she had never said to another man. That she had talked about Jalen in ways she had always held back from before.
He lay still. Not upset. Taking it in.
She explained. The men they had found early on for the cuckolding dynamic had always wanted that part of it. The comparisons, the humiliation. They pushed for it, wanting her to diminish Jalen so they could feel bigger.
She had played along sometimes. Selena gave them enough to keep the dynamic moving. But she had always held the real version back. She never liked talking badly about her husband to men who didn’t actually care about him.
Grant never pushed for it.
That was the difference. He never fished for reassurance or tried to pull humiliation out of her. When she told him she’d been hoping it was him who came to bed with her, he had simply asked why. The moment had been real. She had been completely open with him. And the truth came out before she could think about holding it back.
Jalen took it in. Then said quietly: “He had to already know. If he didn’t know he fucked you better than your husband, he’d have to be pretty stupid.”
She laughed. “That’s what I thought.”
“Did he like it. When you told him.”
She looked at him. “He started fucking me really hard. Like he owned me. Asked me to say it again.”
Jalen was quiet for a beat. Then, like the best friend he actually was to her: “Of course he did. How could that not excite him?” A pause. “If I was Grant it would get me off too.”
They both registered the absurdity of that sentence at exactly the same moment. Him admitting that if he were the man his wife was comparing him unfavorably to, hearing her say those things would still turn him on. The giggly awkwardness arrived before either of them could stop it. Both of them laughing into each other.
“You realize,” Selena said through it, “that you’re the one I was talking shit about.”
“I’m aware,” Jalen said, laughing.
“And it excites you.”
Her eyes dropped. His dick was fully hard again, so shortly after his orgasm.
“It does,” he admitted.
She shook her head. “I can’t believe we can talk about this.”
“I mean it though.” She looked at him. “I’ve never been able to talk like this with anyone. Not even my best girlfriends. Not completely.”
He felt that land.
“I wish I could have heard it,” he said.
She raised an eyebrow. “You wish you could have heard me tell another man you can’t fuck me the way I need.”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
She looked at him for a long moment. Then she leaned over and kissed him slowly, her hand wrapping around his dick, stroking him.
“You are the strangest, most perfect man,” she said.
Selena got up first and disappeared into the shower. Jalen stayed in bed for a minute listening to the water running before getting out of bed himself.
When she came back into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, he was stripping the bed. The sheets already bundled in his arms.
She leaned quietly against the doorframe and watched him carry them to the laundry room before returning with clean sheets tucked under his arm. He remade the bed, smoothing the fabric flat, changing the pillowcases.
She watched him pause briefly on Grant’s side of the bed before pulling the clean sheet tight across the mattress.
She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. The fact of it was enough. Her husband changing the sheets after giving up their bed so she could spend the night there with another man. She felt a surge of love for him so strong it almost hurt.
He felt it too. The quiet peace of being exactly who he was with exactly the right person. He also felt a small pang about slipping inside her earlier. The traditional instinct briefly winning out over the truth of what worked between them.
Then it was his turn to shower.
Afterward they dressed and walked downtown the way they always did on mornings they had nothing else to do.
The woman at the coffee shop looked up when they walked in. Her expression shifted with immediate recognition. A small smile toward Selena, then a quick glance at Jalen beside her.
Jalen could tell from her facial expression that she remembered seeing Selena there with Grant the morning before.
“Good morning,” she said.
Selena looked down briefly, smiling to herself before meeting the woman’s eyes again. “Morning.”
Outside, Jalen was quiet for half a block. Selena squeezed his hand.
“Does it bother you?” she said. “That she knows?”
He thought about it honestly. “Both things at once,” he said.
She laughed softly. “Do you like the idea of the town starting to know I’m the local slut?”
He looked over at her with that look she already knew. “You know the answer to that.”
She leaned into him as they walked. She knew.
They walked for a while. Then Jalen brought it up. Where did she think things went with Grant from here? Trying not to sound anxious about it. Mostly just wanting to know.
Selena thought out loud the way she always did best with him. She said she honestly didn’t know yet. That she didn’t want to force the relationship into some definition before it naturally became one. She just knew she wanted more of him in her life, more openly, and that this week had shown her something important. That it could actually work in a real way if they let it.
She admitted the hardest part was the distance. She couldn’t just go see him and come home afterward. Real life was busy. The family calendar was always packed and weekend trips and vacations were the only structure that seemed to make sense.
Jalen pointed out that they both worked remotely.
Selena corrected him. Grant worked some remotely but has an office. It wasn’t quite the same.
Jalen’s point was simpler than that. It didn’t always have to be a weekend trip, or a planned vacation. They could overlap on workweeks. Grant in the city, Selena working from there a day or two, going out in the evenings, staying together. A few nights a month without it needing to be a production. Something closer to just a life.
Selena was quiet for a moment after that. She hadn’t thought about it that way before. Not as occasional trips or contained little escapes from real life, but something that could exist inside their actual lives. A few nights here and there. Dinner after work. Sleeping beside him and getting up the next morning to answer emails like normal people.
They walked for a while longer after that. Her hand in his. The town around them.
Grant’s truck came up the driveway in the late afternoon. Selena and Jalen could hear the kids excited voices as soon as the truck doors opened.
Jalen and Selena sat on the porch with wine, legs tangled together on the outdoor sofa, feeling emotionally close again. Jalen found himself unexpectedly grateful for another man in the house. He had felt it earlier watching Grant play catch with Rowan. The quiet relief of being able to relax a little.
They had done the zip line. Rowan needed everyone to know this immediately and in full detail. Aria was pretending to be more composed about it than she actually was, which meant she had loved it.
Grant came up the steps onto the porch and looked at them.
“Good day?” he said.
“Good day,” Selena said.
He went inside to put his things down. She watched him go and felt the particular fullness of a woman who had everything she needed and had finally stopped apologizing for needing it.
When Grant came back out, Jalen stood and told him to sit down and relax. He’d grab him a beer.
With the kids out of sight and Jalen inside, Selena leaned into Grant and kissed him deeply, lingering there for a second longer than she normally would have, kissing another man outside her home.
“Thank you for today,” she said quietly.
They talked for a while after that, Selena asking what he wanted to do with the rest of the evening. Grant admitted he was pretty tired and happy just sitting there relaxing.
That was when Selena suggested inviting Sarah over so Grant could finally meet her and they could all have a fun, mellow night together.
Selena was in the bathroom getting ready when she heard the bedroom door open behind her then close and lock. She looked in the mirror.
Grant. Still in the clothes he’d pulled on after putting his things away, looking at her with a wanting desire.
“I told Jalen I was checking on you,” he said.
She smiled at him in the mirror. “And are you?”
He closed the bathroom door, walking to her without answering. His hands found her hips before she could set down what she was holding. He turned her and pushed her back against the counter, his mouth finding hers, hungry and direct. She kissed him back immediately, her hands holding his body, feeling the confidence of a man who had spent the last night in her bed and no longer needed permission to walk into her bathroom.
She could feel him hard against her already. The weight and thickness of him pressing into her through the fabric and her body responded instantly the way it always did with him, completely beyond her control. She had spent the morning and afternoon with Jalen, his hands and his mouth and all the intimacy of their reconnection.
Her body knew the difference the moment Grant’s hands touched her. She was already wet before he reached for her shorts, already dripping by the time his fingers found her, her body preparing itself for him. Primal and automatic and nothing she could have stopped even if she wanted to.
“We don’t have long,” she breathed against his mouth.
“I know,” he said.
He turned her gently but firmly to face the mirror. His hands moved down her body, pulling her shorts down. She made a sound and he covered her mouth briefly with his hand, both of them glancing toward the door.
She gripped the counter and watched herself in the mirror. Watched him behind her, pulling his pants down, positioning his hard cock. She bit her lip in anticipation.
When he pushed inside her, she felt everything at once. The stretch of him, the fullness, the deepness he reached that made her legs want to give out. Her body had been with Jalen all morning. The difference was immediate, and her face showed every bit of it in the mirror. Her mouth falling open, eyes going half closed, a moan escaping her mouth.
He watched her face in the mirror as he moved. Him watching what he did to her reflected back at both of them. She could see his jaw tight with the effort of staying quiet, the controlled power of his movements, keeping it fast and deep. Using her to get off quickly.
She came fast, her whole body shaking, her knuckles white on the edge of the counter, She pressed her face into her own shoulder to muffle it. He kept moving through it, not slowing, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her back onto him with each thrust, feeling her clench around him, drawing out every wave of it. Pounding into her.
She was already building toward the next one when she felt him. The thickening, the rhythm slowing down to a harder, more intentional thrust into her body. His face pressing into her hair.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Give me all of it.”
He drove deep and held there. She felt him pulse into her, warm and full, her body clenching around him pulling everything he had. Her second orgasm crested at exactly the same moment, her legs shaking, one hand leaving the counter to grip his arm behind her, holding herself upright.
They stood there afterward, both of them breathing hard, her forehead dropped forward, his face still pressed against her neck and back.
She straightened slowly and looked at herself in the mirror. Then at him behind her.
“Sarah’s going to love you,” she said.
He laughed quietly and kissed her neck before moving toward the door.
“Can you send Jalen in?” she said. “And close the bedroom door. I need to clean up before Sarah gets here.”
He kissed her once more on the lips before leaving the bathroom.
Selena stood quietly for a moment after he was gone, looking at herself in the mirror.
Then the bedroom door opened softly, and Jalen stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
She was still naked, touching up her makeup in the mirror, her hair done. She looked back at him the way she had when Grant entered thirty minutes earlier.
“You doing okay baby?”
His eyes moved down her body. “Yeah. Everything okay with you?”
She giggled. “Everything is perfect. Except Grant came in to check on me while I was getting ready and made a bit of a mess of our bathroom.”
She spread her legs slightly and pushed her ass back toward him, wiggling it once, slow and deliberate.
“Do me a favor and clean it up for me.”
Jalen looked at her. Selena’s ass swaying back and forth. Her thighs slightly apart, the gap between them showing everything. Her pussy visibly swollen, the lips parted, raw and gaping from what had just happened against this counter. A thick, milky drop of fluid made its slow way down her inner thigh. Another had already reached the bathroom floor, a small, pale pool on the tile.
He knew what it was.
He paused. Jalen always hesitated for a second at first. The reality of it. Knowing you are going to lick another man’s cum out of your wife. The best kind of humiliation a cuckold can feel. It is real. It has texture and taste. It is not fantasy.
The humiliation arrived the way it always did. Complete and consuming and exactly what he needed.
He dropped to his knees.
He put both hands on her ass and spread her gently, looking at everything. She glanced back once in the mirror, then returned to her reflection, brush in hand, completely at ease with him on his knees behind her.
He looked at the long, slow drip down her inner thigh. He leaned in and extended his tongue and caught it at mid-thigh, pressing flat against her skin, dragging upward slowly. The taste hit him immediately. Thick and slightly salty with a faint sweetness underneath, a musky smell that was unmistakable, Grant’s particular scent mixed with hers. The texture of it against his tongue, heavier than he expected, coating it, real in a way that sent the arousal crashing through him so hard his hands tightened involuntarily on her ass.
He licked up the full length of her thigh, taking all of it, feeling it gather on his tongue, swallowing it before pressing his mouth to her pussy.
The folds of her were warm and swollen, soft and slick, several thick drops caught between them. He worked his tongue, gathering each one, tasting the combination of her and Grant together. He pressed his tongue deeper and sucked at her opening, feeling her walls contract slightly against him, her pushing out what remained into his mouth.
He didn’t get all of it. He knew that. The bulk of Grant’s cum still deeper inside her, absorbed into her body in a way no amount of cleaning would undo. That thought alone nearly finished him without being touched.
She made a small sound above him. A satisfying moan.
He was reaching for himself when her voice stopped him, calm and direct.
“Don’t. I don’t want you to come. I want you wound up all night while Sarah’s here meeting Grant.”
He dropped his hand immediately.
The specific cruelty of that landed exactly as intended. He was going to sit across the living room from his wife’s best friend and her boyfriend, aroused and denied, carrying the taste of Grant in his mouth, watching while Selena casually talked about how incredible Grant was.
He pressed his face back into her and kept working.
When he had licked everything he could reach, she looked back and down at him, her hand coming to rest gently on his face. She tilted her chin toward the floor.
He followed her gaze.
Several pale drops on the white tile. From where Grant had pulled out and stepped back, dripping out of her.
She raised an eyebrow and gave the smallest nod.
He looked up at her once. Then he went to his hands and knees and licked the floor clean.
She watched him with an expression that was partly satisfied, partly surprised, and entirely powerful. This man. Her husband. On his hands and knees on the bathroom floor because of her. Because of who she was and what she had let another man do to her in this room.
She felt the power of it move through her completely.
When he was done, she looked at him warmly, the dominant edge softening into something more tender.
“Go pick me out something to wear tonight. Panties, bra, an outfit, while I finish up.”
In the bedroom, he opened her drawer.
Her panties arranged by color, neat rows of thongs. Blacks, nudes, whites, a few brighter colors and animal prints. He moved his fingers through them slowly, feeling the soft textures.
He knew Grant liked black on her. She had mentioned it once, and he had never forgotten it. Most of what he bought her for lingerie now was black, ordered while thinking about her wearing it for someone else, the pleasure of being the one who provided the thing that attracted another man to his wife.
His fingers found a pair near the back. The tag still attached. Black, minimal, barely there strings more decorative than practical, the lingerie meant entirely for a man to take off.
He knew there was a matching bra somewhere. He didn’t look for it.
He moved to her shirt drawer and found the top he had in mind. A plunge racer back tank, deep-cut, that made wearing a bra impossible and left very little to the imagination. Another thing he had bought for her. He held it up briefly, thinking it matched the cutoff jean shorts she had been wearing all day.
He brought both items back to the bathroom.
She looked at his choices. Then at him. Then she held up the panties and let the string fabric fall open from her fingers.
“Aren’t you naughty?” she said. She was smiling with that mischievous look that always got her into trouble with men.
She turned them over and looked at the tag. “You got me these for our anniversary.” She raised her eyes to him. “Does that mean you want Grant to see me in them first?”
He stood with the arousal and the discomfort of it running through him simultaneously. His own anniversary gift. For her boyfriend to see her in. If he were being honest, that was always what he had hoped.
“Maybe,” he admitted. “Could be hot.”
“It could be,” she giggled. She held them against her body. “My anniversary lingerie. With my boyfriend.” She seemed genuinely delighted by this. “I think I like that.”
She held up the tank top next. Looked at it. Looked at him.
“I thought we were saving this for when I was away from the kids.”
“Sarah will be here,” he said, shrugging. “It will be fine.”
She laughed. It was slutty and revealing and her. Borderline appropriate and completely decent, and completely indecent depending on who was looking.
She pulled the panties on slowly while he watched. Then the top, checking her reflection.
She looked exactly the way he had pictured when he chose it. The cutoff shorts, the deep plunge of the tank, the black string just barely visible at the waist, her round breasts pressing against the fabric without a bra to contain them.
She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.
Then at him in the reflection behind her. Loving watching her get ready.
Sarah arrived just as they came out of the bedroom, carrying a bottle of wine and the energy of a woman excited to finally meet the man she had heard so much about.
She hugged Selena at the door and immediately looked past her shoulder toward Grant with the silent assessment of a best friend who had already heard all the stories and was now deciding for herself what kind of man he actually was.
She liked him almost immediately. He was easy to talk to, relaxed, funny without trying too hard. She appreciated that. But more than that, she watched the way he looked at Selena. The genuine affection. How his focus kept drifting back to her without him seeming aware he was doing it.
That was enough for Sarah.
Whatever this was between them, it was real.
The adults settled into the living room with wine. Selena sat tucked against Grant on the couch while Sarah took the chair across from them and Jalen stretched out on the loveseat nearby. Rowan and Aria drifted in and out for a while, grabbing slices of the pizza Jalen had ordered before eventually disappearing to their rooms.
The conversation flowed easily after that. Comfortable. Relaxed. Sarah asking Grant a million questions while everyone settled naturally into each other.
At some point Selena and Sarah ended up in the kitchen together, the way best friends always managed to find a moment alone without it looking deliberate.
Sarah looked at her. “You look incredible, by the way. You’re absolutely glowing.”
Selena laughed, low and private. “He fucked me right before you got here.”
Sarah’s eyes went wide. “No. Where were Jalen and the kids?”
“I’m not completely sure.” She pressed her lips together trying not to smile too wide. “Grant just came into the bathroom while I was getting ready. Told Jalen he was checking on me.”
Sarah shook her head at her, trying not to laugh. “Selena. That is so bad.”
“I know.” She glanced toward the living room where she could hear Grant laughing softly at something Jalen said. It’s just… having him here. My body feels turned on constantly right now. I keep looking at him and wanting him again.
“I can tell,” Sarah said. “It’s written all over your face.”
Selena looked down at her wine glass. She liked all of it. She had stopped being surprised by how much.
“Is he good to you?” Sarah asked. Simple and direct, the way she always was when something actually mattered.
Selena looked at her. “Yes.”
“And Jalen.”
“Jalen is Jalen.” She smiled in the way that said everything. “He’s perfect.”
Sarah studied her for a moment. Then nodded once, like she had made up her mind about something.
She leaned in slightly. “Don’t tell Jalen I said this,” she whispered, “but you and Grant together is kind of ridiculously hot.”
Selena laughed and looked down into her wine glass.
“I know,” Sarah said. “You can see it the second you walk into a room together.”
Selena shook her head, smiling despite herself, and followed her back into the living room.
The evening stretched long the way good evenings always did. Wine slowly disappearing. Conversation drifting easily through serious things and meaningless things and laughter. Sarah quietly making sure, in the way best friends always do, that Grant was a good man. Listening carefully to answers disguised as casual conversation. Paying even more attention to the way he treated Jalen.
He treated Jalen well. Like a man he genuinely respected, instead of someone he needed to compete with.
At one point Sarah looked across the living room at Jalen and felt the thing she always felt when she thought about him and Selena. That most husbands could learn something from this man. She had told Selena that once, that Jalen should write a book, and still believed it completely.
Grant and Selena stayed naturally close throughout the evening. Her hand drifting onto his arm without thinking about it. Him refilling her wine glass before she realized it was empty. That quiet pull they had toward each other that everyone in the room could feel.
Sarah noticed all of it.
When she finally left, she hugged all three of them at the door. Held onto Selena a second longer and whispered something into her ear that made Selena laugh out loud. She shook Grant’s hand warmly afterward and squeezed Jalen’s arm with quiet affection before stepping out into the night.
Driving home, Sarah found herself thinking about the three of them and the strange, loving thing they had somehow built together. Unconventional, absolutely. But still one of the most genuine relationships she had ever been close enough to witness.
The house settled back into quiet after she left. Selena checked on the kids, then disappeared for a while.
Jalen poured the last of Grant’s bourbon into two glasses and sat with him in the kitchen for one last drink.
Eventually Selena came back in. She looked at Jalen and told him that she was going to bed. Selena kissed him softly on the mouth and told him not to sleep on the couch. She got the guest room ready for him.
“Goodnight, baby.”
Then she held her hand out toward Grant.
He took it.
Jalen finished his bourbon in the quiet kitchen of his house. Rinsed his glass and set it in the sink. The bedroom door was closed at the end of the hall. A thin line of light underneath it.
He stood outside the door for a moment and listened. The walls held most of it in, but not all of it. Low and muffled. Continuous. The sounds didn’t carry through the house, but standing there outside the door, he knew Grant was fucking his wife.
He stood there longer than he should have. Wanting to hear more than he could, almost trying to will it. Then he turned and walked into the guest room.
Selena had tidied it for him. The bed was made, his pillow from the couch at the head. She thought of him, before she went to bed with Grant.
On the center of the pillow sat the gold Fleshlight. Underneath a folded note.
He picked it up and read it. Love you. Didn’t want to completely deny you. Her lip print below, dark red lipstick pressed into the paper.
He smiled and set it on the nightstand.
The Fleshlight had been a gift from Selena, not something he ever would have bought for himself. She had wrapped it and left it for him one night she was away with another man. He remembered laughing when he opened it. Then using it anyway.
He had used it many times since.
Soft. Warm. Realistic in a way that surprised him every time. She knew him. He got undressed and lay back on the bed.
Through the wall, still faint, the sounds continued. If he stayed completely still, he would catch a loud moan or her saying something he couldn’t make out.
He opened the cap, dripped lubricant along the opening, and pressed his dick into it. Warm and soft and tightly snug around him. He closed his eyes.
Through the wall, barely audible now, her voice. Just a fragment. Just enough.
He thought about it plainly. Being in the guest room, masturbating into the toy she left him. The note with her lips on it. Her in their bed with another man she loves. Him in here with a fake pussy she bought him so he wouldn’t be left with nothing.
This was the only pussy available to him tonight. A sex toy on a guest bed while the real thing was on the other side of the wall wrapped around Grant. His wife’s pussy with another man’s cock in it while his dick pushed into the Fleshlight.
When Grant was here, this is what it looked like. This room. These muffled sounds through the wall.
The orgasm came fast and hard. His whole body seized, hips pressing forward, a low moan he caught in his shoulder. His legs shook. It kept going longer than he expected.
When it passed he lay still, breathing. The sounds through the wall continued. He cleaned up. Set the Fleshlight down, pulled the sheets up and turned off the light. Through the wall, she was still his.
so good.
Your wife wants you to know every detail of what they do when she is with her lover. She makes her description as humbling for you as if you were watching it happen before your own eyes.
A true cuckold knows his place. I am so grateful that she loves me enough to share these intimate details of her pleasure.
Chosen Storms Chapter 5
Jalen was up early before six. A mostly sleepless night. The house was quiet, his wife just a mile away at the campground in another man’s tent. Not any man. Grant. The one she fell in love with.
The warm water of the shower washed away the evidence of the night. The layers of spit he used for lubrication, the dried cum on his stomach, the rawness from hours of holding himself through the cycling angst and arousal and the multiple climaxes. He looked and felt used up, but not broken. There’s a difference, and he knew it.
He didn’t fear she wasn’t coming back. She was just down the road. This fear was different from the old one, that fear that had nearly broken him in the early days of her and Grant. The fear that he had pushed his own cuckolding too far. That fear had teeth then. Standing under the water now he was sitting with something quieter. Not fear. The truth of what he actually wanted.
He had read the poly books. Started reading them the moment he knew his hotwife was falling for another man. Jalen knew the language, knew the different frameworks of these types of relationships. He also knew his specific shape didn’t fit neatly into any of it. He didn’t want another partner. Didn’t want equal reciprocal love distributed across multiple people. He wanted this. A poly wife with a cuckold husband. The ultimate cuckolding, because it was genuinely mutual, genuinely wanted and needed by both of them.
In the dark depths of his fears, he even kicked himself sometimes for the boundaries he’d set with men before Grant. Always making sure she came home. Cutting it off when it started feeling emotional. Protecting himself from the very thing that turned out to be exactly what he needed and now craved. What if he’d been ready sooner? What if he’d let her feel this with someone earlier?
Maybe he just hadn’t been ready then. Maybe it is something like so many things in life, you never can be ready. What he kept coming back to was simpler than all of it. When Selena pulled back from Grant after the concert, during those quiet months, the absence of it was worse than the pain had ever been. That confirmed everything.
It is complicated, he thought. Wanting what they want, needing what they need, and raising kids at the same time. When the kids were small it had been easier they didn’t have a clue what their parents were doing. Less awareness to navigate. Now Aria noticed things, and Rowan soon would too. Selena and Jalen’s desires hadn’t shrunk to fit that reality. If anything they had grown with Selena falling in love. The question was how to hold both things without sacrificing either.
He didn’t have a clean answer. He wasn’t sure one existed.
His mind went back to watching them at the campfire before he drove home. The way they looked in each other’s arms. That contrast of their bodies. The way she looked at him. They were beautiful together, sexy and Jalen had felt it land in his chest like it always did, the ache and the desire inseparable.
Even darker fantasies surfaced. The one he knew would never happen, but that always aroused him. What if she gave him more than just her heart. What if she gave him everything a woman can give a man she loves? That primal thing, her body wanting to give Grant all of her, to carry something of him.
“Fuck me,” he breathed to himself under the water. He questioned his own arousal at that.
The inner conflict, the fantasies, the reality of his wife sleeping in a tent a mile away with a man she loved, a man visiting them for the week, a man Jalen hoped she kept sleeping with.
He turned off the shower.
He told himself his mantra again quietly, the way he had been telling himself all week.
Don’t fuck this up.
The sound of a door opening and footsteps on the hardwood floor jolted Jalen out of his thoughts. He looked at the clock. Still well before seven, the earliest his kids ever woke up and only then on school days. But the sound was unmistakable. He had heard it a thousand times.
Rowan.
“Hey bud. What are you doing up?”
“I don’t know.” Rowan appeared in the kitchen, hair messed up with bedhead, looking around with the unhurried confusion of a kid who woke up before his body was ready. “What’s for breakfast.”
He looked around the kitchen. “Where’s Mom?”
Jalen kept it simple. “She’s with Grant.”
Rowan accepted this without question or worry. The way he accepted most things his dad told him. They had spent the whole previous day with Grant. Grant was visiting for the week. Everyone was excited about it, including Rowan. There was nothing strange about his mom still being with him.
He climbed onto the counter stool and looked at his dad. “I like Grant. He’s pretty tough.”
Jalen smiled. “I like him too.” He poured Rowan a glass of chocolate milk. “What makes you say he’s tough?”
“He climbed Mt. Rainier.” Rowan said it with the excitement of someone delivering significant information. “He had to use a snow axe and ice climb to get to the top. That’s pretty tough.”
Jalen laughed, a real one. “Yeah,” he said. “That is pretty tough.”
They sat together for a few minutes in the easy quiet of an early morning, father and son. Jalen with his coffee, Rowan with his chocolate milk, the morning light coming through the windows of the house.
“Do you think he’ll want to play catch with me later?” Rowan asked.
“I think he probably will,” Jalen said.
Rowan nodded, satisfied, and reached for his chocolate milk.
Then the sound of tires on the gravel driveway. Grant’s truck. Jalen looked at the clock. Just past seven.
He wrapped both hands around his mug and took a slow breath. Don’t fuck this up.
The back door swung open and. You could hear them talking and laughing quietly as they came up from the back driveway.
“Stop it.” A giggle. Then continued footsteps up the stairs.
“I’m home.” She appeared in the living room the way she always did, announcing herself to the house with that morning energy only she had. Grant was right behind her, both of them carrying coffee cups and a white pastry bag.
“Rowan you’re up early.” She looked genuinely pleased to see him. “We stopped and got pastries.” Then her eyes found Jalen at the island and she held up a cup. “Americano. Your favorite.”
Jalen took it from her, and she kissed him lightly on the lips. She pulled back and looked at his face trying to read him and how he was feeling about all of this.
“You look like you had a long night.” Her voice was soft. “You okay?”
He glanced at Grant, then at Rowen. “I’m hanging in there.” A half-smile that meant more than it showed.
She held his gaze for a second, seeing in his eyes, that look he gets when he is feeling emotionally conflicted , understanding everything in it, then turned back to the pastry bag.
Jalen struggled to keep his face neutral. She was wearing the outfit he loves more than almost anything else she owns. One she wears around the house on warm summer mornings and in the evenings before bed. The knit dance shorts, tight and short, the fabric barely covering the curve of her ass, the crease of her lower cheeks just visible. The simple white cotton tank, her large round breasts pressing through it, the fabric pulling slightly sheer over her nipples. No bra. She never needed one.
She had worn that to the coffee shop.
The thought made his chest tight, anxiety shortening his breath. The woman behind the counter. Anyone who was there from their town. What they saw when Grant held the door open for her, what they made of the two of them together at that hour in the morning. He fidgeted with his hands and reached for his coffee.
What he didn’t know was that an older woman had stopped them on the way out. She told Selena she loved her shorts. Had smiled at Grant and told them both what a cute couple they are.
“Grant, do you want another cup of coffee?” Selena offered, knowing Grant had finished his coffee on the walk they took by the lake after the coffee shop before coming to the house.
“Grant likes to spoons of surgar,” Selena said, moving to the cabinet for a mug. She set it in front of Jalen with a look that wasn’t quite a suggestion.
Jalen got up and poured Grant a fresh cup of coffee.
“Just two small scoops of sugar,” Grant confirmed, settling onto the stool at the kitchen counter, making himself at home.
Rowan was already into the pasty bag. He looked up at Grant, with his mouth full from the chocolate croissant. “Can we play catch later?”
“Absolutely,” Grant said. No hesitation. “You can show me that slider you told me you have been working on.”
Rowan’s face showed his excitement as went back to his pastry.
Selena started pulling plates from the cabinet, setting things out. “Grant, you need a shower. You’ve been swimming in the lake for two days and smell like last night’s campfire.” She teased with affection. “Use ours. I’ll get you set up.”
She looked at Jalen and Rowan. “Give me a few minutes.”
In the bathroom she pulled the door mostly closed behind her and turned to find Grant already looking at her. She pushed into him and kissed him, unhurried, her tongue finding his, her hands going to his chest. He kissed her back and she felt the same thing she has been feeling with him. That excited giddiness she hadn’t expected to feel again with anyone. New relationship energy, bright and consuming, the kind that made you text someone too many times and think about them when you were supposed to be thinking about something else.
She had felt it when they first started. It had settled, then the concert had complicated everything, and then pulling back from him had quieted it. Now it was back, rushing through her as if it had never left.
She pulled back just enough to look at him. “Is it okay? Being here? I know it’s a little strange.”
“A little,” he said honestly. “But I like your family. I love those kids.” He held her gaze. “I just want to be in your life, like I have told you. However that looks.”
She felt it move through her. The way he desires her. She pressed up onto her toes and kissed him again, slower, her body against his.
“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth.
His arms tightened around her. She made herself pull back. Turned on the shower for him and left him to it.
Aria was in the kitchen when Selena came out, standing in her oversized sleep shirt, hair still flattened from the pillow, looking through the pastries with the morning assessment of a teenager deciding whether breakfast was worth the effort.
“You’re up early,” Selena said, genuinely surprised. She crossed to her and hugged her from behind.
Aria accepted it in the way teenagers accept hugs, tolerating it briefly before extracting herself. Her eyes dropped to her her mothers tank top and she gave that specific eye roll she reserves for this. Her mom’s relationship with revealing clothes and apparent lack of interest in modesty had always made Aria squirm a little.
Jalen pulled Selena into him from behind, kissing her neck, his hand finding her ass and squeezing it once over the fabric. She laughed and leaned back into him.
“Ew.” Aria’s voice was annoyed. “Do you two always have to do that?”
“What,” Jalen said. “Be happy with each other?”
Aria took a pastry and left the kitchen with the dignity of someone who had not asked to be born into this family.
The moment she was gone, Jalen turned Selena toward him and kissed her with something more urgent underneath it. She felt his hands on her waist, his body against hers, and felt what the morning had done to him.
“I need to be inside you,” he said quietly against her mouth. “So bad.”
She giggled, her hands around him. “I’m perfectly happy with what has already been inside me this morning.” She raised an eyebrow. “And I’m hoping for more of the same later if it works out.”
She felt him harden against her and smiled and stepped back before it went further. The kids were too close. Everything had its time.
Grant came out of the shower twenty minutes later, hair damp, clean clothes on, looking like a man who had genuinely needed that. Aria was back kitchen counter, phone in one hand, pastry in the other.
She looked up. “Better?”
“Much,” Grant said.
“Camping is fun for like one night.” She said it with authority. “After that it’s just dirty and gross.” She looked at her mother. Then back at Grant. A small smile. “You should honestly just stay here.”
Grant laughed, low and genuine.
Selena moved to stand beside him at the counter, her hand resting briefly on his arm as she reached past him for her coffee. A small thing. Natural. Nobody commented on it.
Aria went back to her phone.
The day sorted itself out the way summer days do when there are no real plans.
Aria had zero interest in the lake. She had friends to see and places to be and made this clear with the efficiency of a fourteen-year-old who had already mentally checked out of any ideas of family activities. Selena told her she could take her downtown to meet her friends, she just needed to be back by dinner, kissed her on the head.
Rowan also wanted to hang out with his friends if he could. Selena checked with the family down the street his best friend was home and interested, which solved that.
Grant mentioned mountain biking. Had a trail in mind, something he’d looked up before the trip.
Selena looked at Jalen. “You should go with him. You know every trail here.”
“Happy to have you tag along,” Grant said. He said it simply, not as invitation exactly, more as statement of fact.
Selena and Aria exchanged a look across the kitchen. The small smile that passed between them contained several things, the knowledge that Jalen was one of the better riders in the area, the equal confidence that Grant could handle whatever trail he had in mind, and the particular amusement of two women watching two men sort out their dynamic through physical activity.
Jalen said he was in. He could use the exercise to help clear his head, even if it meant riding with Grant.
Selena said she was going to have lunch with Sarah, who had been asking about Grant since before the visit started and would want every detail Selena will give. Which, these days was most of them.
They would all be back for dinner. Grant and Rowan could play catch before Jalen fired up the grill.
It felt, Jalen thought, looking around his kitchen at all of them. Like something ordinary. Like life. His angst from the night before settled into a calm, everything felt normal and happy.
He went to get his bike and gear ready.
The mountain biking had gone well. Better than either of them had expected, though neither would have admitted to expecting otherwise.
Jalen was surprised by the trail Grant had chosen. Pretty technical right from the start, a steep entry with loose rock that required commitment. Not exactly a ride for the scenery. Jalen had taken it clean. Grant had noticed without saying anything directly, which was its own acknowledgment.
They’d found a rhythm after that. Grant set the pace on the descents, confident and controlled, reading the trail ahead with the particular focus of someone who had ridden a lot of different terrain. Jalen knew every variation of this mountain and it showed on the climbs, the lines through the switchbacks, the shortcuts that didn’t appear on any map. Grant enjoyed riding with him and had head from Selena her husband was quite the endurance athlete. So he was happy to be able to keep up for the most part.
Coming back into the house afterward, both of them carrying the specific satisfaction of physical effort, Smiling and feeling rejuvinated from their adventure. Selena looked up from the couch and smiled. They looked happy, like to guy friends.
“How was it?”
“Good trail,” Grant said.
“He knows how to mountain bike, picked one of the more challenging trails on the mountain.” Jalen said, and meant it as the compliment it was.
He went to the fridge and grabbed two cold beers. Handing one to Grant and telling him they earned it with a smile of satisfaction.
Selena looked pleased seeing her two men getting along so well. “Sarah wants to meet you before you leave,” she told Grant. “She’s been asking since before you got here. I had lunch with her today and she basically demanded it.”
Grant smiled. “Sure.”
“She’s going to love you,” Selena said, in the tone that meant she had already told Sarah enough about him.
Jalen cracked his beer open and took a gulp. Sarah already knew. Had probably known long before Selena admitted she shared everything with her. Sarah had apparently told Selena that other husbands could learn something from how Jalen loved his wife. He turned that over quietly, letting the sting pass quickly. Not shame from the exposure. Something closer to enjoying it.
Rowan was in the kitchen looking for something to eat. Selena told him dinner was in a few hours and to find a snack that wasn’t going to ruin his appetite.
Both men needed showers. Jalen looked at Rowan.
“Come with me to the store. We need stuff for the barbecue.”
Rowan thought whether this was worth the effort and apparently decided yes. He found his shoes.
Jalen looked at Selena. A brief look. She held it a beat, reading it the way she always did. Her wingman.
“We’ll be maybe half an hour,” Jalen said. “Probably a little more, definitely no sooner.”
“Take your time,” she said with a smile. She gave him a light kiss. “You truly are the best husband.”
The door closed behind them. Selena listened to Jalen’s car back out of the driveway. She looked at Grant with a smile. “Go get in the shower, I’m going to check on Aria.”
Then she picked up her phone and clicked on Aria’s location. Several miles away, exactly where she’d been for the last two hours. She typed a quick message.
When are you heading home?
The response came fast. By 5 like you said, I had to be.
Selena laughed quietly and put the phone down.
The shower was already running warm when she stepped in behind him. He turned and pulled her under the water, his hands moving over her body with the ease of someone who knew it well. She pressed her back into his chest, feeling the water run over both of them, his hands spreading soap across her stomach, taking time to massage and knead her breasts, slow and deliberate. Squeezing her nipples, bringing her into him tighter.
She turned her face back toward him and he kissed her, deep, his tongue finding hers, the warm water running between their mouths. His hands moved lower, massaging into her ass and spreading them for him. She pushed back against him, feeling him hard against her, and reached behind her, rubbing his cock.
“I need you to fuck me now,” she said.
She was already wet before she got into the shower. Just the excitement of knowing what was going to happen. That was the thing about Grant. Her body simply knew. With him she could feel her body responding slick and ready. It wasn’t like that with everyone. With Jalen she loved the slow build, the attention he gave her, his mouth and his hands working patiently until her body arrived where he was trying to take it.
With Grant it was different in a way that felt almost involuntary. Like her body recognized something in him that bypassed everything conscious. The way animals recognize a dominant presence.
Primal and immediate and beyond her control. She was wet the moment he put his hands on her. Wetter the moment she pulled his cock in her hand positioning it against the fold of her pussy. By the time he pushed inside her she was so ready for him it almost embraced her.
“I know,” he said, and pressed fully into her, his cock completely inside her. She braced her hands against the tile wall and he moved, slow at first, building, one hand on her hip and the other flat against her stomach, holding her against him tight, balancing himself. Letting her body shake through its first orgasm the way her body always does for him.
Then he started to fuck her, both hands on her hips, pulling himself deeper inside her. She moaned with every thrust. The sound of his bad slamming against her ass echoing. “Oh my god! Oh my god, I’m going to cum again.”
He finished inside her the way he always did, holding himself deep, the warmth of him spreading through her as she orgasmed around him, her pussy hugging his cock tight. She had lost count of how many times that had happened this week. They both felt it. Every time he finished inside her, her body registered it in a way that went deeper than pleasure.
Something cellular. Something old. Her body wasn’t thinking about babies or birth control or the rational architecture of her life. It was responding to what it was built to respond to. A man who could fill her completely, who kept coming back into her, who kept claiming her this way. With the frequency of their sex this week, each time he finished inside her she felt more connected to him. Her body was starting to know him the way it knew Jalen. Differently, but just as deeply. In this specific way, maybe more so. Her body was looking to him to satisfy her.
It would soften when Grant was back in the city. Home with Jalen, reconnecting, her body remembering who she came home to. But it would never fully go away. Grant had put something in her that wasn’t just physical. Her body had accepted it every time without question.
They showered off the sex and stood under the water for another minute before turning it off.
They were clean and dressed and on the back porch with drinks when Jalen’s car came up the driveway thirty-five minutes later.
Jalen came through with two bags of groceries. Rowan was behind him carrying the third excited he was helping out.
Jalen took in the scene. His wife in her chair with her wine. Grant close beside her with a beer. Both of them settled into the afternoon like they had been there for hours.
He put the groceries down in the kitchen.
When he came back out, Rowan was already pulling Grant toward the yard.
“You said we could play catch.”
“I did.” Grant set his drink down and going out to play catch with Rowan.
Jalen went to shower.
He was in the bathroom when Selena slipped in behind him and closed the door. He looked at her in the mirror.
She came up behind him and reached around, her hands finding his dick under his towel. He exhaled slowly.
“I want to tell you about last night,” she said quietly. Her voice low, her mouth close to his ear. “After you left.”
He put his hands on the counter and let her. He had been feeling angst about the night before and it felt good to have his wife touching him.
She told him. The fire burning down and Grant leading her to the tent. How she had wanted him so badly by that point that she was shaking. Making love through the night, sleeping, waking up not being able to sleep comfortably on the ground and starting again before the sun was fully up. How her body felt like it had been completely claimed by him.
His breathing changed.
“And this afternoon,” she continued, her hands moving slowly. “Before you got back.”
He made a sound she recognized.
“We couldn’t wait,” she said simply. “We can’t get enough of each other. I feel like I want him inside me all the time.”
She felt him tighten in her hands.
“I had lunch with Sarah today,” she said. Her voice dropped lower, almost conversational, which made it worse and better at the same time. “She wanted to know everything.” A pause. “I told her most of it.”
He was close. She could feel it.
“She asked me how Grant was.” Another pause, deliberate. “I told her he fucks me better than you do.”
His whole body seized. He came hard and fast, his hands gripping the counter, a low sound escaping him that he didn’t try to stop. She held him through it, her mouth against his neck, feeling him pulse in her hands.
When it was over she reached past him for a hand towel. Calm and easy, like this was the most natural thing.
He looked at her in the mirror. Still fully dressed. Completely composed.
“Sarah really asked that?” he managed.
Selena smiled. “She didn’t have to.” She folded the towel and set it aside. “I just knew you’d like it.”
She kissed him once on the cheek and left him smiling to finish his shower.
When he came out, Grant and Rowan were in the yard, throwing the ball back and forth. Rowan talking the whole time, Grant responding, the two of them completely at ease with each other.
Selena sat on the porch reading from her phone, watching Grant with her son quietly and completely happy. Her wine glass rested in her hand, nearly forgotten.
Jalen poured himself a glass and came out to sit beside her.
“Good day,” she said.
“Yeah,” Jalen said.
He stood there beside her and watched his son throw a baseball to the man his wife loved and felt the familiar shape of his life settling around him in a form he hadn’t planned for but also wouldn’t trade.
Selena placed her hand on his leg and rubbed it gently. She watched Grant toss the ball back to Rowan, easy and patient, before she turned to look at her husband.
“Did your head go to that dark place last night?” she asked quietly. “Did it hurt? Me staying in his arms while you drove home.”
Jalen looked at her. Then down at his glass. “Yeah,” he said. “It did.”
She nodded like she already knew. “I could see it in your face this morning. I think if Grant and Rowan hadn’t been there, you might have said something you didn’t mean. The way you do when you go that deep and the fear takes over.” She paused. “I’ve learned you don’t mean those things. It’s just the insecurity surfacing past the point you can manage it.”
He didn’t argue with that.
She kept her hand on his leg, her voice staying soft but not softening what she was saying.
“I’m not pulling back this time. I want you to hear that clearly. It isn’t fair to Grant, it isn’t fair to me, and honestly it isn’t fair to you either.” She met his eyes. “If you can’t handle what you helped build, that’s on you. Pushing me away only pushes me away. You understand that.”
He nodded.
“We’ve been doing this a long time,” she continued. “I know it’s always going to be a roller coaster. That’s part of it. I also know I don’t enjoy that part the way you do.” She paused. “I’m not going to try to intentionally hurt you. But I’m done managing myself around your limits when you’re the one who keeps asking for more.” She looked back at the yard. “I’m married to you and I love you. And I have the freedom to be with other men. To text them when I want. To sleep with them when I want, even before I’ve told you. I’ll always tell you, eventually. I like sharing this with you. But I need you to stop trying to take back control of something you handed me a long time ago.”
She let that land before she continued.
“I fell in love with Grant. That wasn’t planned. You encouraged it and when it happened you tried to pull it back. My body can’t give you that power anymore. I won’t let it.”
The yard was quiet except for the sound of the ball hitting the mitt.
Jalen rubbed her leg slowly. Then he leaned over and kissed her.
“You’re the perfect wife,” he said quietly. “I mean that.” He was quiet for a moment, finding the words. “I wish sometimes I didn’t feel the angst the way I do. I wish I could just live in the pleasure of it without the drop.” He shook his head slowly. “But there isn’t one thing you’ve done that I would change. Not one. Not even the concert.” He half laughed at himself. “In some dark way I can’t explain even that turned me on. The lying, the sneaking, all of it.”
“See,” She smiled.
He looked at her. “The only thing I can’t do is lose you completely. I’m happy to share you in every way. Your body, your time, even your love.” He paused. “I worship you in a way. You are my goddess. That’s just the truth of it.”
Selena looked at him for a long moment. Then she leaned her head against his shoulder.
Out in the yard Grant said something that made Rowan laugh, loud and unselfconscious, the way kids laugh when they aren’t thinking about it.
She watched them.
“Good,” she said simply. Grabbing Jalen’s hand and squeezing it.
The grill was Jalen’s space, and he moved through the setup with the efficiency of someone who had done it a thousand times. Grant leaned against the counter, watching him unwrap the steaks, then looked at Selena with a quiet smile.
“Those are nice cuts,” he said. Then, just loud enough, “Thicker than I would have expected from Jalen.”
Selena laughed before she could stop herself, a real one, her hand going to her mouth.
Jalen looked up. Not being able to help let out a laugh to he was trying to hold back.
“Are you going to sear them first?” Grant asked.
“I usually do. Wasn’t planning on it tonight.”
Selena looked up from cutting veggies. “Jalen.” Her voice was easy, certain. “Grant’s right. You should sear them first. They’re always so much better.” She moved past him toward Grant and rested her hand briefly on his back. “Trust him on this one.”
Jalen looked at his wife’s hand on another man’s back in his kitchen, taking his side once again, and felt the familiar current move through him.
He got out the cast iron.
Dinner was fun. The food was great as they watched the sunset behind the mountains and trees. The kids ate and drifted in and out, Rowan eventually disappearing to his room, Aria staying at the table longer than expected, listening more than she contributed.
Grant asked about them. Not the cuckolding, not any of that, just them. How they met. What it was like in the beginning. He was genuinely curious and was so impressed with everything Selena had built with her family.
Selena was leaning into Jalen now, her shoulder against his, his arm finding its way around her naturally. She told the story the way she always told it, with the same warmth it had never lost.
Bootcamp fitness class. She had noticed Jalen immediately, his humor, the way he looked at her, that smile. She had thought about him after the first class and come back the following week specifically to see if he would be there.
Jalen said he did the same. “I knew right away,” he said simply. “First time I saw her I was ment to be with her.”
“He was so obvious about it,” Selena said, laughing.
“I was not.”
“You absolutely were.”
Aria was watching them with the particular attention, absorbing something she hadn’t fully processed yet.
“But,” Selena continued, “I was already with someone. Living with him, actually.”
Aria’s head came up. “You were living with another guy Mom?” She looked genuinely surprised. “You never told me that.”
“It never came up.” Selena smiled. “It didn’t seem important. I was young. Of course I have been with other guys than your father. This guy though, wasn’t a good person, honestly. Emotionally, he was very difficult to be with.”
“What does that mean?” Aria asked.
“It means he made me feel small,” Selena said simply. “Which is the opposite of what your father does.” She looked at Jalen. “So I left. And I chose a man who looked at me like I was everything. Who wanted me to be my best self. Who supports and encourages me in ways most people don’t get to experience.”
She wasn’t performing it. She meant every word and the table felt it.
Grant felt it too. A small sting he hadn’t expected, seeing this side of them, the specific gravity of what they had together. He knew she loved Jalen. He had always known it abstractly. Watching it expressed this plainly at a dinner table was something else.
Selena leaned in and kissed Jalen. Not a quick kiss. Long enough, deep enough, that Aria’s face transformed through several stages of emotion before landing on outrage.
“Oh my god.” She looked around the table, her gaze sweeping across all three adults with the exasperation of someone who had not signed up for any of this. “You guys are all so gross. I’m going to bed.”
She took her plate to the sink and disappeared into her room.
The three adults sat with it for a moment.
Then Grant laughed first, and Jalen and Selena followed, and the sound of it filled the kitchen.
What none of them said out loud was that Aria’s you guys had included all three of them. That she had looked at all of them when she said it. That she had not looked upset, just dramatically inconvenienced, the way teenagers are when adults are happy in ways they find embarrassing.
That registered for all three of them differently.
Rowan had been asleep for an hour already. Aria’s light was off.
Jalen poured two old fashions with Grant’s bourbon, the good bottle, and handed one across to him. Selena took a glass of water and stretched her arms above her head.
“I’m exhausted,” she said. “I barely slept on that campground mattress.” She kissed Jalen on the lips, soft and warm. Then she crossed to Grant and kissed him too, lighter, her hand briefly on his chest. “Goodnight.”
She walked down the hall toward their bedroom.
The two men sat with their drinks.
It was quiet for a moment. The good kind of quiet that sits between people who have moved past needing to fill it.
Grant looked at Jalen.
Jalen looked back. Then he looked toward the hallway. The bedroom door, still slightly open, with the soft light coming through.
He nodded once.
Grant set his drink down. Picked up his duffle on his way from the spare room and pushed the bedroom door open.
Selena was sitting on the edge of the bed. She stood when she saw him.
“Lock it,” she said quietly.
He did.
She crossed to him and kissed him with everything the evening had been building toward, her hands pulling him down to her, his arms coming around her completely. When she pulled back she was smiling.
“I was hoping it was you,” she whispered.
Something moved through him at that. The specific satisfaction of being chosen, again, deliberately, in her own house, in her own bedroom, with her husband on the other side of the door.
He kissed her again and walked her backward toward the bed.
Jalen stood in the hallway for a moment after Grant closed the door. He stood very still and listened.
The house was newer construction, well insulated, the walls doing their job. What came through was less than he expected. Muffled. He had always wondered what the kids could hear from their rooms when it was him and Selena. Apparently not much. Which in this case was slightly disappointing, but also reassuring. The room really was private.
He thought about putting his ear to the door, then had to laugh at himself.
He went to the spare room instead. His office. The guest bed wedged between the desk and the bookshelf. He lay down on it and stared at the ceiling, listening to the low muffled sounds of them having sex.
The angst was low. Lower than he had expected. She was home, in their house, in their room. He could feel the shape of where she was even if he couldn’t see it. This was different from the campfire night, from the cabin, from the hotel visits. This was shared in a way those weren’t. He was inside the experience rather than waiting on the outside of it.
He had never heard them say I love you to each other out loud. Not directly, not in front of him. He had seen it in texts, felt it in the way they moved around each other. But hearing it was something that had become a fantasy. The words existing in his imagination felt different from hearing them spoken in his own house. But he couldn’t hear anything, really. Nothing he could make out into words.
He lay there for another ten minutes, then gave up on the office bed. He took his pillow down the hall and settled into the living room sofa, the one familiar that he often falls asleep in watching something he can’t remember in the morning.
She kissed him the moment the lock clicked, her tongue finding his immediately, hungry biting his lower lip. His hands grabbed her ass, and she pressed her whole body into his, feeling him already hard against her.
She pulled back just enough to look at him. Then she dropped to her knees.
She took him in both hands first, looking up at him, feeling the weight and thickness of him, her fingers unable to meet around his shaft. She kissed the tip, slow and teasing, then ran her tongue along the full length of him. Licking along the tip before taking his cock into her mouth. Deep. Feeling him push against the back of her throat, her eyes watering, pulling back and going deeper again. She could hear him above her, his breathing changing, his hand finding her hair.
“God,” he breathed. “Your mouth.”
She moaned against him in response, the vibration pulling a grunt from him. She sucked him until her jaw ached and her pussy was dripping, until she could feel herself soaking through her underwear without being touched.
That was what he did to her. Just his cock in her hands and her body was already there, already desperate, already his.
She stood and he undressed her, his hands moving over her body with that unhurried ownership she had come to crave. He took her breasts in his mouth, one then the other, his tongue circling her nipples, biting gently until she gasped and grabbed his hair.
“I need you inside me,” she said. Not a request.
He laid her back on the bed, her bed, Jalen’s side of it, and she spread herself open for him without shame. She was visibly wet, swollen, her body visually telling him exactly what it wanted.
She pulled him down over her, feeling his weight against her, his cock pressed against her inner thigh. She reached between them and wrapped her hand around him and felt that familiar rush move through her body.
“Why were you hoping it was me?” he said quietly against her mouth. Wanting to know. Needing to hear why.
She looked up at him in the low light. The new Selena no longer softened truths like this.
“Because you fill me in a way he never could,” she said simply. “I love Jalen. But my body needs what you give it. He barely fills me, and I feel everything with you. You fill my whole body.” She guided him to her entrance. “When you’re here, I don’t even think about needing him inside me. You’re all I want.”
Something moved through his face at that. Raw and satisfied and hungry all at once.
“Tell me,” he said against her mouth.
She knew what he was asking.
“You feel so much better than him,” she breathed. “So much bigger. He’s never made me feel this full. With you I feel everything.” She pulled him closer. “I don’t even want him in me when you’re here. I don’t need it. I just need this. Just you.”
He pushed inside her in one slow stroke and she cried out, her back arching off the bed, her fingers digging into his back. The fullness of him spreading her open, reaching places that made coherent thought impossible. She came right away, like she always does with him, her body clenching around him, her thighs shaking.
“Oh god yes,” she heard herself say. “Yes, you’re so big, you fill me so perfectly.”
He started to fuck her. Long, powerful strokes, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, his cock like something her body had been designed specifically for. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, the thickness of him stretching her with each thrust, her orgasms not arriving in separate waves but running together into one long continuous current of pleasure she couldn’t get ahead of.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him deep and desperate while he fucked her, their tongues pressing together in the same rhythm as his hips. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to kiss her neck, her collarbone, before coming back to her mouth.
“Turn over,” he said.
She got on all fours in front of him, looking back over her shoulder, watching him guide himself back inside her. The angle was different and deeper and she felt it everywhere, her face pressing into the pillow, his hands gripping both her hips and pulling her back onto him with every thrust.
“Harder,” she said.
He gave her harder. His body slapping against her ass, the sound of it filling the room, her moans getting louder than she intended. She grabbed the headboard. He pulled her hair back with one hand, arching her spine, kissing the back of her neck while he drove into her.
“Tell me again,” he said against her ear.
“You fuck me so much better than him,” she said without hesitation, her voice broken by his thrusts. “He can’t make me feel this. He never could.” She pushed back harder against him. “This is what I need. You are what I need.”
His grip on her hips tightened.
“His cock doesn’t touch me the way yours does,” she continued, cock drunk now, no filter left. “I barely feel him. With you I feel everything. Every single inch of you.” She gasped as he drove deeper. “I could take you every day and never want anything else.”
He groaned against her neck and she felt him thicken inside her, that specific change she had learned to recognize.
She pulled forward off him and turned, pulling him down into the bed with her, into the sheets, into the private space that still belonged to her marriage. She pulled him on top of her and wrapped her legs around him and brought him back inside her, looking up into his face.
“Make love to me,” she said.
He did.
Slower now, deeper, his forehead against hers, their breathing together. She could feel every movement, her body fully open to him, fully his in this moment. Her hands moved down his back, feeling every muscle shift with each thrust. He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her harder against him, finding an angle that made her gasp and stay there, grinding into her while she shook beneath him.
Her orgasms in this position were different. Not the sharp electric ones from before. These rolled through her in long deep waves that started somewhere she couldn’t name and moved outward until her toes curled and her hands clenched and she heard herself saying his name over and over into his shoulder.
He kissed her with his whole mouth, his tongue pushing against hers, his hand cupping her face.
She felt him change. That final gathering of tension before release.
“Inside me,” she whispered. “Fill me.”
He drove deep and held there, his whole body rigid, and she felt the warmth of him pulsing into her, her body clenching around him, pulling him deeper, her own orgasm cresting and breaking at exactly the same moment.
They stayed tangled together afterward, breathing hard. She pressed her lips to his neck, then to his lips.
The bed felt right. Her bed, her room, her sheets. She had always assumed she slept well because of Jalen beside her. It turned out what she needed was her own bed. The rest was negotiable.
She was asleep before the thought finished.
Grant lay in the dark brushing his hands across her body. Her weight on his chest. Her breathing already deep and slow.
He had not planned on feeling at home here. He did anyway.
This is so good and perfectly captures the feelings of a cuckold watching his world spin a lot faster but not being able to get off.
Chosen Storms: Chapter One
“I can’t believe it’s been two winters since you were here.” Grant smiled, pulling Selena into his arms and pressing his lips to hers.
She leaned into the soft kiss, then into something deeper, more passionate. The comfort of his arms wrapped around her petite frame, his powerful body pulling her into him as if she were his, not her husband’s. It gave her that feeling of being naughty, the two men quietly compared in the back of her mind.
“I know! I can’t believe I missed the trip last year. At least we got to see each other last month when you visited.” She exhaled. “Life has just been crazy at home. Jalen and I are constantly juggling the kids’ schedules.” She glanced around, taking in the surroundings. “The weather is beautiful. We are definitely not getting snowed in this time.”
They both laughed.
“I love being back here at the cabin,” Selena said, leaning into him.
Grant kissed her again. “I love you.” He smiled.
Selena blushed and told him he was too sweet. They didn’t get to see each other as often as they’d like, but Grant visited her and Jalen’s hometown occasionally and even spent time with the kids. During those stays they enjoyed sex, but didn’t get to spend the night together. She would sneak away to his hotel, then go back home to Jalen, or Jalen would take the kids out of the house.
It took effort. It was also sometimes challenging not to melt into his arms and kiss him openly in front of her husband and kids.
Not the same as alone time together.
They had also made a point of trying to prioritize annual vacations together, places like the coast, trips timed around their dating anniversary.
“I got Aria and Rowan a few things,” Grant said, smiling. “How are they?”
Selena smiled, “Thank you. I’m sure they will love that. They are good, both keeping busy. Baseball season is starting, and Aria is still on the high school dance team.”
She also knew it stung Jalen when Grant gave her or their kids gifts. She knew what it did to him. That surge of cuckold angst and arousal hitting at the same time. The panic that surges through his body, a feeling of unease. Then she also knows he quietly likes it. The reminder that he is a cuckold. The magnate Grant got them, that Jalen keeps on the garage refrigerator he keeps beverages in.
The painting Grant gave her, which hangs in their bedroom.
It had all started the weekend Grant and Selena were snowed in together. A trip that was only supposed to be one night of cuckolding her husband had turned into a full week. Grant and Selena, having their strong connection, leaned into it and quickly fell for each other.
It had taken Selena and Jalen real time to adjust to her being polyamorous while he remained a cuckold. She knew it had hurt Jalen deeply and put a strain on everything between them. It caught him off guard, and his brain shifted into protective mode, survival mode. In cuckolding, certain things sting the husband, scare him, stir shame, and make him feel inadequate. Cuckold angst. And yet it arouses them. Once that angst settles, the arousal that follows is even more intense because of how sharp the sting was.
The sting of his wife falling in love with another man was a sharp one.
Jalen had always felt like their relationship was theirs, with spice on the side. His wife falling in love with another man crossed a line that made it feel like it wasn’t just theirs anymore. He wasn’t just sharing her sexually. She had a real relationship now. A boyfriend. He feared he would lose her. The love of his wife. Yet it all aroused him.
The cabin looked the same. Selena felt comfortable here with Grant. Familiar now, knowing where everything was, that quite feeling of being away in the forest. She had let Grant know she had a hall pass for the weekend. Her marriage felt stable right now, and she had needed that steadiness, that feeling of balance with her husband to even be here again.
She pulled back slightly from Grant. She hadn’t stopped seeing him completely. Selena loved his friendship, and Jalen insisted they keep in contact, even encouraged her. She understood exactly how much it turned Jalen on. The idea of her being in love with another man. The ultimate cuckolding, almost. Friends and family knowing about Grant. Hearing how much she cared about him.
But she also knew her husband couldn’t fully handle it. She’d watched the emotions take over firsthand. The depression. The way he felt, he had lost her simply because she loved someone else. He didn’t feel the way she did, that it was possible to have a loving husband and a boyfriend she also loved, both coexisting, both real.
Jalen had always wanted an open relationship with Selena. For years they had one, and it was everything he had imagined, the thrill of cuckolding, the power dynamic, the submission, the particular ache of being emasculated by a woman he worshipped. He understood that part of himself. Had made peace with it.
But this was different. This was her falling in love with another man. That was never part of what he had imagined, and he was still learning how to carry it. Cuckolding had always felt like something that belonged to the two of them. It was their dynamic, their intimacy. Her loving Grant made it something else entirely. Something that required a different kind of strength from him. A different kind of surrender.
Manning up wasn’t his sexuality. It had never been. But figuring out how to hold her love for another man without losing himself, that was the part he hadn’t prepared for.
Selena carried her own weight in it too. Guilt for falling in love with another man. Shame for the pain she had put her husband through. And a quiet confusion she couldn’t always name. How to honor what she felt for Grant without betraying what she felt for Jalen, knowing the two things were real at the same time.
Grant set her bag down inside and took her in. Beautiful, as always. Blonde hair, blue eyes, that smile she wore like she knew exactly what it did to him. The nude dress hugged every curve she had, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her body was on display in the best possible way, with the fullness of her round breasts pressing against the fabric. The matching boots ran up her legs and stopped just above the knee. She had dressed for him. This was not what you wore to a mountain cabin. This was a message.
He appreciated it. Every inch of it.
He could feel their distance, though. They didn’t have the same pull as when they first started, something had shifted. He had a feeling that he knew where it came from. Everything had changed after the concert.
When she and Jalen opened their relationship, they had contained it. One night. A weekend. Jalen involved. They could step into it and step out of it. Now it was woven into everything. Jalen was a cuckold full-time. She had Grant.
As Grant took her back into his arms, she felt the need to say something.
“Sorry. I’ve pulled back.”
Grant kissed her softly. “I get it.”
It didn’t feel like a breakup. He just cared about her and wanted her in his life in whatever form that took. He had known from the start what he was getting into. A married woman who wanted him. There was something that fed his ego in that. A married woman choosing him. Falling for him.
Selena looked down for a moment, then back up. “I had to.”
“Because of him?” Grant asked.
She shook her head slowly. “Because of all of it.” A silence stretched between them. She swallowed, then let it out. “That concert. I shouldn’t have lied.”
Grant tilted his head. “You didn’t lie to me.”
A small laugh escaped her. “No. I lied to my husband. I broke his trust. His heart.”
“And that’s why you pulled away? Even after you called it off and he encouraged you to go anyway?”
She nodded. “Part of it.”
Grant ran his hand slowly down the length of her spine. A tingle moved through her whole body.
“What’s the other part?”
She hesitated. Then said it anyway. “I could feel it happening. I was falling for you. Thinking about you all the time. Loving our texts, our calls.” She paused. “And I could see what it was doing to him. Before the concert. Before any of it. It was tearing him apart.”
Grant exhaled slowly, his gaze moving over her before settling back on her eyes. “You think that’s what broke him?”
Selena smirked, just slightly. “I know it did.”
Grant shook his head. “No. You told me you offered to end things, and he didn’t want you to stop.”
Selena laughed quietly. She didn’t want to argue with Grant. They had never argued. She didn’t argue with Jalen either, except in those moments when the damage hit too hard and his emotions spilled out before he could stop them. Then he would run. Go quiet. Disappear into himself until he found his way back.
“What broke him wasn’t you falling for me,” Grant said. “Sure, he struggled with it. That’s fair.” He held her gaze, steady. “But that’s not what actually hurt him.”
Selena’s expression tightened. Then what was it?
Grant didn’t look away.
“You were trying to protect him. You saw how he was feeling and instead of giving him the truth, you managed it. Softened it. Controlled what he knew so it wouldn’t land as hard.” He paused. “You thought you were helping him. But what you actually did was take away his choice. He couldn’t trust what was real anymore. Not what you were feeling, not where things were going.” Another pause, quieter now. “That’s what broke it.”
She felt the truth of it before she could argue with it.
“He’s a cuckold,” Grant continued. “He wants to feel all of it. The jealousy, the fear, the intensity. That’s part of what does it for him. But he can only surrender to that if he trusts you completely. The moment you started managing the truth to protect him, you pulled the ground out from under him. He wasn’t included anymore. So he did what people do when they feel shut out, he went looking. Went through your phone trying to feel like he was still part of it.”
Selena placed her hands on Grant’s hips, steadying herself. “I didn’t want to hurt him.”
“I know,” Grant said. “But the lie hurt him more than the truth ever would have. Because the truth he could have worked through. The lie made him feel as if he couldn’t see clearly. Like he was losing his grip on what was actually happening.”
She looked down. “He knew something was off,” she admitted quietly.
“Yeah.” Grant’s mouth curved just slightly. “Jalen seems like a smart guy. Besides his choice to share his wife.”
That made her laugh.
After a moment Grant spoke again, his voice quieter. “It wasn’t one thing. It was everything stacking. But losing trust in you, that was the part he didn’t know what to do with.”
Selena exhaled slowly.
“He loves you,” Grant added. “That part’s obvious.”
She nodded. “I know. I love him too.”
“I see a guy who is struggling. Anyone would. But I also see a guy who can’t look away.” He brushed his hand across her face. “The way he looks at you. At us when we’re together. That mix of arousal and anxiety. How he watches, and you can see in his face both things happening at once.”
Grant pressed his thumb gently against Selena’s lip, and she parted them instinctively, the tip of her tongue touching his skin. “You’ve said it yourself, he encourages you to be mine when he’s there. He gave you the hall pass to be here with me this weekend.”
Selena let out a slow breath and looked past him toward the window.
No snow this time. Everything was clear.
Somehow that made it harder to ignore. The cabin felt the same. But the way she was seeing things had already started to shift.
Grant pressed his thumb more firmly, drawing her lower lip down, feeling her tongue move against it. His other hand found her waist, then moved lower, cupping her ass firmly. Selena looked up at him, that familiar need rising in her chest.
Her hand traced down his chest, following the line of him.
“I’m glad you’re not pretending anymore.”
“Pretending what?”
His voice dropped low. “Pretending you don’t need me.”
“I wasn’t pretending that,” Selena breathed, feeling his hand slide beneath her dress, squeezing her ass while his fingers moved against the lips of her pussy. She could feel her nipples harden and press against the fabric. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
“I love this dress,” he said, his mouth close to her ear. “It fits you perfectly.”
She laughed softly. “Thank you. Jalen got it for me.”
Grant kissed her slowly. “Got it for you to wear for me.” His voice sharpened just slightly on the last word.
“Yes.” She smiled against his mouth, her hand finding his hard cock through the fabric of his pants.
“So you didn’t completely break him.” His voice dropped lower.
Selena bit her lip. “I guess not. I hurt him, though.”
Grant pressed her nipple between his fingers and squeezed. Sharp, deliberate pain at first, and then pleasure surged through her so fast it pulled a cry from her throat. No bra. No panties. That was how she had left her husband to come here, and Grant knew it.
“I think Jalen is an emotional masochist,” he said. “He needs the pain to reach the pleasure. That’s part of why he gave you the hall pass.”
He pinched her again, harder, letting her feel exactly that. The sharp pain, then the surge of pleasure down to her pussy, making it moist for him. Grant still cupping her ass and pressing a finger into it her pussy.
“Maybe.” She breathed the word. Something in her chest recognized the truth of it before her mind caught up.
“I don’t like hurting him.”
Grant didn’t soften it. “Sometimes a submissive needs the pain to reach the pleasure.”
Another cry as he twisted slowly, pleasure shooting straight through her.
“Don’t tease me.” She kissed him again, deeper this time, her tongue finding his. “I need you so badly right now.”
On her knees, she kisses his cock and rubs it against her face. She looks up and sees him smiling at her. She begins to lick it, to make out with it. Sliding the entire cock into her mouth and towards the back of her throat, gagging. Grant moans, grabbing her hair with his hands. She sucks him, pulls out and licks his balls, then back into her mouth until he is all the way down her throat.
She could feel the ache. Selena wanted Grant. Wanted to feel him inside her. She loves that she can talk to him. Loves his thick cock. “Fuck, I love your cock!”
Lifting herself up, her hands around his neck, she kissed him. Then reached down and pressed the head of his cock into her. “I want to feel us,” she said. When he sank as deep as he could go, her voice was replaced, her mouth opening now with a hungry moan. An orgasm about to erupt.
Jalen rolls the small piece of red fabric in his hand. Delicate. Placing in the small pile of other panties next to the rest of Selena’s clothes he is folding on the bed, a long-side his own clean laundry. The house is still quiet. The kids are still at their after-school practices.
He looks at his phone. It has been about 40 minutes since Selena texted that she was close to arriving at the cabin. His dick twitches. The feeling of drops of pre-cum against the fabric of the panties he is wearing. Opening the weather app, a sense of disappointment. Sunny skies, high 58 degrees forecasted through the early spring weekend.
Jalen confirms to himself that his wife will not get snowed in with Grant. Placing his thumb against the tip of his dick outside of his sweatpants, he rubs a couple of times in a circular motion. A tingle of arousal shoots through his body.
He was excited and anxious. It was the anxiousness that drove him to start the laundry, something to do, a way to calm down. To settle in. Jalen can’t help himself, he googles the weather in the mountains where his wife Selena is with Grant. A deep breath, nerves tingling in his chest. No chance of snow, no matter how hard he tries to will it.
They must already be fucking. That thought makes his dick twitch again. The excitement of his wife being away with a man she fell in love with. He knows she has taken a step back in her relationship with Grant. More friends now. But he can’t help hoping for more.
He starts putting her clean laundry away, fingers trailing over the sexy tops and dresses hanging in her closet. He pauses his mind picturing her in the minidress she wore to see Grant. The one he had ordered for her after she agreed to his offer for her to go see him this weekend.
Moving to her drawer, he shifts shirts around, searching. Looking for the one he hasn’t seen her wear since he told her it hurts too much when he sees her in it. The concert tee he also bought her while his heart was quietly breaking and she was standing next to Grant in a crowd, singing every word.
The cuckold angst surges through him. Heavy and familiar. His hand finds himself again without thinking, pressing, rubbing slowly. The urge to finish and make himself orgasm is strong. He pulls back.
I need to be strong this time, he tells himself. Don’t fuck it up like you always do.
Something had felt off the moment Selena told him the story about the concert, about Grant inviting her. That was after she had fallen in love with him. That was when Jalen developed the bad habit of checking her phone. An invasion of privacy he couldn’t stop. It fed him. Fed the arousal like an all-consuming flame.
Selena started to notice. Messages opened that she hadn’t read yet. She felt violated, and she was right to. Jalen would find things…fragments, half-conversations, things stripped of context, and the angst would win every time. He would lash out. She felt it land on her, felt the sting of it as if she was the one who had done something wrong. But it wasn’t really her he was raging at. It was the fear living inside him that he didn’t yet know how to name. The fear of losing her. And she couldn’t always see that in the moment, only after, when the storm passed and he went quiet and she was left sorting through what had just happened and why.
Then one afternoon he found something that stopped him cold. Photos of their kids. She had shared them with Grant. Casual, warm, the kind you send someone who feels like part of your life. Jalen sat with her phone in his hand and felt something shift beneath him. A panic so immediate and physical it made his chest seize. This wasn’t just her heart anymore. Grant was touching the edges of their family.
The panic lasted minutes. The arousal that followed lasted much longer, and he hated himself for it. Hated how the two things couldn’t seem to exist without each other.
He didn’t know how to hold any of it. The fear of losing her. The shame of not understanding how she could love another man and still love him. The deeper shame of how hard all of it made him. He couldn’t put it down and he couldn’t stop looking.
Then the texts started disappearing. Deleted. Maybe she thought she was protecting him. Maybe she thought he was building a case against her. He wasn’t. He was looking for love notes. Pictures of her with Grant. Messages that said I love you. He wanted the crushing weight of it. Wanted it to drop on his chest so that the arousal that followed would be that much more consuming. Like a drug he hated needing it.
Then he found it. Not in her texts. Deeper, snooping through her email, searching for the name of the concert Grant had invited her to. She had bought the tickets. Not Grant. She had planned it. Every detail. A string of careful little lies.
It felt like she had cheated on him.
It tore something open. Loss of trust. The image of her choosing him, deliberately, secretly. A flood of anger and fear and resentment that hit their marriage like a storm neither of them saw coming.
But in the quiet of the night, when Jalen was alone and let himself actually sit with it, he kept coming back to the same thing. He had always connected that band to the two of them. Had even laughed with her about it once, teasing that she and Grant had their own band. She told him later she had originally bought the tickets for the two of them. That Grant was going through something hard and she thought it would mean something to take him instead.
Why couldn’t she have just said that? He would have wanted them to go. He would have loved knowing that. The truth would have fed something in him that the lie had starved.
He hated it. And he loved it in a way that frightened him. It almost broke him. She decided not to go at all, and he talked her back into it. Convinced her she should, that he wanted her to. Then spent the night she was gone having what could only be described as an emotional tantrum. Nearly crying. Pleasuring himself over and over to the very pain he couldn’t stop feeding, the fantasy of her standing next to Grant in that crowd, singing every word of every song. Smiling, happy, and kissing him.
When she came home she could see his sadness. He couldn’t hide it and didn’t try.
Then Jalen gave her the concert tee he had ordered for her. She wore it for him, and the sight of it hurt in a way that made him come quickly, so hard and intense. A rush of sexual pleasure that is hard to explain. He blocked the band from his Spotify because hearing them triggered it. Triggering that specific pain, the particular ache of feeling like your wife had chosen someone else. Like she had cheated on you. Then, alone, he would unblock them. Press play. Let it wash over him again and again just to feel it. To sink into the fantasy of her and Grant and everything he hadn’t been there to witness. Each time his orgasm just as intense as the last.
They worked through it. Selena pulled back from Grant, and slowly the balance returned. And through all of it, Jalen arrived at something he had always suspected but now knew for fact. He would never leave her, even if she crossed the line most people couldn’t come back from. He had needed to feel it for real to understand it. Part of him hated that. Hated what it said about him. As much as it twisted him up, as much as it made him question everything. It did something else.
It made it real. It made him feel how much he loved her. Not in a quiet way. Not in a safe way. Jalen didn’t want to be replaced. That was never it. He just needed to feel like he could be. Because that was where everything lived for him. The jealousy, the fear, the longing. All of it tied together. All of it pulling him deeper into her instead of away.
But when the balance shifted back, when Selena pulled toward him and away from Grant, Jalen found something unexpected waiting on the other side of the relief.
He missed it.
Not the pain exactly. Not the lashing out or the broken trust or the nights he couldn’t sleep. But the intensity of it. The weight of her loving someone else while still choosing him. He would wait until she fell asleep, then lie there in the dark replaying it. The concert. The texts he had found. He would take himself back to the worst moments of it and stay there, alone in the quiet of their living room while she slept, pleasuring himself to the memories until they were the only thing that felt real.
He craved it the way you crave something that nearly destroyed you. Because it had also made him feel more alive than anything else ever had.
Now he stands with the shirt in his hands. Things are good. Steady. She is everything he could have ever wanted and he knows it. There are so many moments he wants to ask her to wear it. To press his face into her pussy and let her rub it in, just a little. But he doesn't ask.
Communication in a cuckold relationship runs deeper than most people understand. Stronger than most marriages. It can feel like two people who tell each other everything. Best girlfriends. And yet, how do you tell your wife that you love that she chose him? That it arouses you when she puts herself first? That it arouses you even more when she just owns it, doesn’t soften it, just lets you feel the full weight of what she wants and needs? Leads and dominates you.
He folds the shirt and puts it back. Closes the drawer. Peeling his sweatpants down, he sees the fabric pulling away wet and sticking to him. He touches it, scoops a finger of the wetness, bringing his finger to his mouth. Tastes himself.
He feels it building again. The cuckold cravings now being fed in real time by his wife.
It doesn’t have to be Grant. Selena can choose any man she wants. Jalen needs her to have that freedom, for his sexuality and for hers. But the emotional history she carries with Grant is what pulls Jalen back to him every time. There is something about a man his wife has genuinely loved that cuts deeper than anything physical ever could.
He would follow her there without hesitation. If she chose to reconnect with Grant fully, to love him again openly, Jalen would be there. He would try to hold it. Accept it. Even welcome it. Right now, that is where his fantasies are taking him. And if it were someone new, someone she found herself drawn to in the same way, he knows he would respond just the same. A push and pull of angst and a deep desire to want it.
But Grant feels different.
Safer, in a way that took years and real pain to earn.
Jalen has already lived through believing he was losing her to him. More than once. He has felt that drop, the fear, the jealousy, the quiet realization that she might not come back to him the same way.
And she always did. She came back. Chose him. Loved him as deeply as ever. That history doesn’t just hurt anymore. It holds him. And right now, he is feeling all of it.
The balance they carefully rebuilt is tilting again, not by accident, but with intention. With his permission. Maybe even because of it.
She is with Grant for the weekend, and Jalen can feel himself starting to drop. It begins low in his body. A quiet arousal that doesn’t go away. And with each hour she is gone, he sinks a little deeper into it. Into that space beneath thought, beneath control.
Subspace.
Because of what she’s doing. Who she’s with. Who she is. The truth that she is out there choosing to be with another man, and that he loves her so completely, so without condition, that he would never want to take that from her. This is not in spite of his love. It is because of it. She is everything to him. Every part of her. Even this part. Especially this part.
No other woman could do this to him. No other woman could do this for him. She is the only one who could ever hold all of what he is, the devotion, the desire, the surrender, and wear it as naturally as she wears everything else. She is his. Completely. And he is hers in a way that goes deeper than most people will ever understand.
There is a strange comfort in knowing it is only two nights. Something solid to hold onto. A limit. A line he can feel beneath him as he sinks.
But another part of him understands the truth of it. More nights would mean more. More ache and more of that pull that strips everything down to what he feels for her and more of what comes after. Maybe a sub needs to be pushed past his limits to truly feel the kind of arousal he chases. To arrive at the place where love and pain and pleasure are no longer separate things.
Because he knows what it is like when she walks back through the door. The deeper he drops, the more devastatingly sweet it is when she returns to him. When she chooses him again. When she brings him home from that place, her hands, her voice, her body while she feeds her husband her pussy that another man fucked, another man makes love to. Reminds him without a single word that he has the most perfect wife in the world.
She is everything he desires. She is the only thing he has ever truly wanted.
Two hundred miles away, in a cabin in the mountains, Selena wanted him so badly. She worshipped his cock with her mouth. She wanted him to fuck her. Grant moved her body aggressively with ease. She loves that about him. How he takes her, however he wants. His thick cock kept pushing into her pussy, feeling like it wouldn’t stop until he was all the way inside.
In the cabin, Grant took her in every way he wanted. On her knees, bent over the edge of the bed, flat on her back with her legs pulled apart. He was relentless, a lover who reads exactly what a woman needs and gives her more than that. She came hard the first time, and he didn’t slow down. Didn’t ask if she needed a break. Just kept going, hands gripping her hips, pulling her back into every thrust until she was begging him not to stop fucking her. Her screams filled the cabin. She didn’t care. There was no one for miles to hear her, and she gave him everything, loud and unashamed.
When she told him she needed him harder he gave her his cock harder. When she told him deeper he answered that too pulling her body hard against his. She lost count of how many times she came, her body shaking, nails dragging down his body, face buried in the sheets. It felt like he was trying to reclaim her from her husband, and she loved that.
When he finally finished, she collapsed beneath him, completely wrecked and glowing. He pulled her into his arms, and she melted there, her whole body still tingling, feeling more alive and more wanted than she had in a very long time.
He held her with his cock fully inside. It should have been over, but they both wanted to keep going. Feeling his cock soften, staying inside her. They kissed slowly. Made out like they had nowhere else to be, like the rest of the world had simply stopped existing outside the cabin walls.
“You are incredible.” His voice was low, rough. “Selena, you are so fucking hot.”
She moaned softly against his mouth. “God, I love your cock. You feel so good inside me.” Her hands dragged down the length of his bare back, feeling every muscle beneath her palms. She had always been drawn to men built like him. He made her feel small and overpowered. Submissive in a way she didn’t have to think about. It just happened with him.
She was no longer closed off emotionally. The walls she had carefully rebuilt came down without a fight as she could feel herself opening back up to him. She pulled back just enough to look at him, deep into his eyes and the love she felt moved across her face before she could think to hide it. She smiled and leaned back in, kissing him soft and deep.
The room filled with the sounds of them. Kisses and whispers and her soft moans as his breathing grew heavier against her neck. She felt him hardening inside her before she fully registered it. He thrust forward slowly and she moaned, her fingernails dragging up his spine as his thumbs found her nipples and pressed. The sensation shot straight through her. Her tongue chased his eagerly, hungrily, like she couldn’t get enough of the taste of him.
His hand cupped her ass and he groaned into her mouth. “I love you.”
She felt her pussy clench around his cock at the words and felt him twitch, hearing him groan in response. She ground herself hard against him, riding that pressure, chasing the wave building in her body.
She pulled from the kiss just enough to bite his lower lip. Gentle. Deliberate.
“I love you,” she whispered into his mouth.
He moved inside her. Slow, deep, keeping himself as far inside her as he could, like he was trying to stay there forever. She felt like she was melting into him. They found a rhythm together, rocking, her hips rising to meet his, both of them breathing hard now, moaning into each other. The wet heat of her body, slick with everything they had already given each other. A load of his cum already inside her. She could feel the combination of their fluids dripping around his thick cock, and it pushed her closer to the edge without apology.
Making love.
That was the only word for it. Not fucking. Not sex. This was something slower and more consuming than either of those things.
The orgasm built until she couldn’t hold it. She cried out, loud and unguarded, as she felt the warmth of him flooding into her again. They came together, clinging to each other, spent and breathless. When it passed they lay tangled in each other’s arms, sharing loving kisses, neither one wanting to be the first to let go.
Jalen’s phone lit up well after the kids had fallen asleep.
He hadn’t heard from Selena since she messaged him she had arrived at the cabin that afternoon. He was already in bed, already deep in his own subspace, his mind pulling him under with its own version of what was happening in those mountains. His body wound tight. Right at the edge of something he hadn’t let himself reach yet.
When it finally came it pulled him all the way under.
Spent the whole afternoon in his bed. Told him I love him. Hope you really want this. Love you.
He read it once. Then again.
His breath slowed.
His body didn’t.
He didn’t have to imagine it anymore. She had given it to him directly. Placed it in his hands like she knew exactly what it would do.
And that was all it took.
This story is so perfectly done. I love it. Thank you for sharing!
This level of kindness is so sweet and caring. She knows that what he needs is sometimes different than what he wants.
Your wife has a date with another man; and it’s happening with your full consent. What could be more empowering for your wife? She is free to date any man, a man very appealing sexually, a man very good in bed, or even a man to whom she is romantically attracted. She knows the fear of losing her makes you want her, lust after, and love her even more, but she has taken it even further. She allows you to see her get ready for her dates, to choose what she will wear, and to help her get dressed—all those very intimate things, like choosing her lingerie or helping her put her stockings on. Those intimate moments not only make you crave her and lust after her even more, they make you feel much more submissive—you not only are helping her with her clothes, you are helping your wife with your own cuckolding. And she has everything now … she has any man, and she has you too—totally infatuated and utterly in love with her.
As a cuckold, you recognize that your wife is showing you the love you need if not the love you want, and you are showing her that she has your support and blessing to explore a level of sexual pleasure that you cannot provide. Sharing these intimate moments with her is essential to providing her with the comfort and security in your relationship that allows her to fully enjoy herself in the arms of a real man. True, selfless love is beautiful, even as you twitch with the unrelenting feelings of arousal and pain of cuckold angst that overwhelms you when she is with him.
