So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 6) (Patreon)

In Part Five you chose to tell your boyfriend you're ok with him seeing his one-night stand from the bar a second time.

This section doesn't have a choice at the end - for now you just get to follow where the story leads, and this scene will be followed by another scene next week where you'll have another choice to vote on where things go next.

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“I’m open to you seeing him again,” you say, looking over at him to gauge his reaction. 

“Okay, that’s good to know.” You’re expecting to see relief or excitement on his face, knowing he’s got permission to see Elijah again, but his face doesn’t give anything away.

“Did you have anything in mind?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “I haven’t really thought about it yet.” You find it kind of funny that he hasn’t, considering how many times you have in the last few days.

“I think it would be good for us to set some ground rules,” he says, “before I go do anything. I don’t want to hurt you in any way by doing something you’re not comfortable with.”

“Thank you,” you reply. “I appreciate that. I don’t want to think of them as rules though; we don’t own each other, we don’t have the right to control each other. I want you to know where by boundaries are: what I’m comfortable with and what I’m not. And I hope you’ll respect them. But I don’t want to go setting rules that try and stop you living the way you want to.”

Frank takes your hand and squeezes it tight as the two of you walk. “I think that’s a good way of looking at it,” he says. “No rules then. Just honesty about what we’re each okay with, and a willingness to try respect each other’s boundaries.”

You squeeze Frank’s hand back, and for the next few seconds the two of you walk in silence. You’re filled with gratitude that your boyfriend is so understanding about this whole scenario, but also a little nervous about having to explain to him exactly what it is you want.

“So,” he asks eventually, “how about you tell me about what you’re okay with and what you’re not?”

“Okay.” You’re not sure exactly where to start. “I guess the most important thing is that I don’t want you falling in love with someone else. I know you can’t guarantee that will never happen, of course. But I want the relationship between you and me to be the primary one, over and above anyone else. And I’d rather you went into this with the intention that it’ll be casual, and that you’ll break it off if you ever start to feel like it could be a threat to our relationship being the most important one in your life.”

“That’s fair enough,” he says. “I don’t want that either. I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not interested in making room for other people in our relationship.”

“Cool. I’d also like to know if anything happens. Like, I don’t want you sneaking around, and I don’t want some kind of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ situation. I’d like to know what you’re doing, and have the opportunity to tell you if what you’re doing is making me uncomfortable.”

“You mean beforehand?”

You think about that for a second. “Ideally, yes. Ideally I’d like you to check in with me beforehand, unless it’s so in-the-moment you literally don’t have a chance. Does that sound okay to you?”

“Yeah, I’m fine with that,” he says. “I mean, right now we’re only looking at one time with one guy. But assuming this becomes a more regular thing I think it’s a fair request.”

“Okay, thanks. There’s one other thing…” This is the bit you’re the most nervous about mentioning, but you know you’re going to have to. 

“What is it?”

“I’d be keen to watch the two of you together. If he’s okay with that.”

“Ah. I was wondering if you were going to ask.”

“Really?”

“Well, you said you were a cuckold.”

That gets a reaction deep inside you, a combination of excitement and shame that you have difficulty making sense of. You’re pretty sure that’s not what you said the other day — you’re pretty sure you said you had a cuckold kink — but hearing him actually call you a cuckold feels correct. It’s not an interest, it’s an identity, and one that you can’t escape now that your kink is out in the open.

“Do you think you’d be up for that?” you ask.

“I guess I won’t know till I try,” he says. “It might feel a little weird to start with, having an audience like that. But I’d be happy to give it a try, especially if I know it will make this enjoyable for you two. Maybe I’ll even find it hot myself.”

That’s a thought that hadn’t even crossed your mind; you’d always assumed that at best he’d go along with it to humour you, but the thought of him enjoying you watching from the corner, excluded from the sex, turns you on.

“What about Elijah?” you ask. “Do you think he’d be okay with it?”

“I don’t  know,” Frank says, shrugging. “I didn’t bring it up.”

“Does he know you have a boyfriend?”

“Yeah, I told him. The next morning; I wanted to make it clear I wasn’t looking to date. I guess he just assumed we’re open.”

“So do you think you could ask him if I could watch, maybe?”

“I can ask. What if he says no though?”

The thought of it is kind of disappointing. But weirdly, the idea of him being unwilling to share your own boyfriend with you is kind of hot in its own way.

“I guess if he says no then I don’t get to watch,” you say. “And then maybe we can find you a guy who’ll say yes.”