So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 10) (Patreon)

Hi guys. In Part Nine of the story you listened while your boyfriend got fucked in a toilet cubicle at the bar without asking or telling you about it. Faced with the choice of whether to admit you know what he did or to stay silent, you chose to stay silent. So here's what happens next.

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The urge you feel to confront Frank is overpowered by the urge to how long it will take him to come clean on his own. That’s if he ever comes clean at all. You say nothing, and the two of you jump in a taxi and head home.

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It hurts, knowing Frank has kept this secret from you. Which makes it especially fucked up that over the next week or so, every time you think about it you get a bit more turned on than the last time. Suddenly you’re masturbating multiple times a day — just about every chance to get — and every time you’re thinking about Frank getting fucked in that toilet cubicle, without your permission, thinking he’s doing it without your knowledge.

You talk about it the morning after, once both of you are sober. Frank tells you that he was annoyed at how you strung him along, giving him the freedom to get more and more physical with a stranger just to take that freedom away at the last second. But he also says he understands, and that he knew at the time that it was kind of a dick move to walk away and go back to Elijah. 

Even then, though, still doesn’t admit that he went all the way with Elijah in the restroom of the club that night.

This is going to sound fucked up, I’m sure, but something about Frank seems sexier ever since that night. I think maybe it’s the idea that he’s not as dutiful as he’s always seemed, it gives him this kind of edge that I’ve never noticed before.

Other than the conversation the other morning we don’t talk any more about him being with other guys. I think he thinks it’s better off not talked about because it only led to a fight. It’s disappointing, and it’s what you’d feared when you were first struggling with whether to say anything to him about your kink.

Frank seems happier over the next few weeks though. He’s usually quite serious but lately he seems so much more relaxed. He’s more social too, going for drinks with the guys from work more often, and he’s got more motivation to go to the gym. He seems more confident too, the way he holds himself, that kind of thing. You guess the thrill of that experience with Elijah must have helped him feel more desirable, added a bit of excitement to his life.

You should have known it was more than that.

It’s not till one day when you’re tidying up the apartment while he’s out. You pick up his gym bag the wrong way round and a bunch of stuff tumbles out, including a box of condoms.

Your heart seems to stop for a second, and everything else seems to blur while the only thing in sharp focus is that box of condoms — something he shouldn’t need, because you two stopped using them with each other long ago.

You open it up. Out of a pack of twelve there’s only three left.

You thought you knew him, you thought he would be incapable of something like this. But he’s obviously very capable. His change in attitude all makes a lot of sense now: his new-found confidence has come from his secret life. What’s fucked up though is that cheating on you, instead of making him feel guilty and fearful, has made him feel more relaxed than ever.

You quickly grab all the stuff that fell out of his bag and shove it back in there, just in case he walks in the door. Then as soon as you have, you run to the bathroom and jerk off for the thirty seconds or so it takes you to shoot your load thinking about what he’d doing behind your back.

As soon as you’ve cum you can think a bit more rationally. You know that you can’t go on not knowing what he’s up to. But you need to decide whether you’ll just come right out and confront him about it, or if you’ll let him go on in secret while you do some detective work.