So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 29) (Patreon)

In Part 28 we reached the end of another branch of the story with your boyfriend's Bull, Caleb.

So this time I'm taking you right back to the start. Back in Part 1 you were sitting with your boyfriend at the bar, trying to decide whether to to tell him about your cuckold fantasies - and in particular whether you were going to take the opportunity to comment on how he was checking someone out (someone who turned out to be Elijah, the subject of several paths of the story).

This time around though, I'm going to show you what happens if you choose not to take that moment to say something.

And since it's been a while, you might want to read over Part 1 again to remind yourself where we're picking up from.

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You say nothing about Frank’s wandering eye. You just keep on making conversation and he distractedly responds, glancing over at the guy who’s now on the dance floor.

You’re glad you decided not to have the conversation right here and now, because it’s probably less than two minutes later when Ollie comes back from the bar with drinks. It would have been incredibly awkward if he’d come back in the middle of us discussing your kink and the possibility of an open relationship. Especially given his history with Frank.

“What have I missed?” Ollie asks.

You shrug. “Nothing. Struck out with the guy at the bar?”

He looks at you like you’ve said something ridiculous. “Hardly,” he says. Then he grins.” I have a feeling I’ll run into him again before the night’s done.”

You’ve got no doubt he’s right. Ollie has a gift, even if it’s not exactly difficult to get lucky in a place like this anyway. You’ve seen him in action countless times, and the guys are always hooked instantly. Maybe it’s that smile, with the little dimple that appears on one cheek. Or maybe it’s just the confidence he exudes — the confidence of a guy who has absolutely no doubt he’ll get what he wants. Every time you and Frank go out with him he ends up with another new guy hanging off his arm by the time he’s ready to leave, or ends up semi-naked with a guy on the dance floor looking like he’s about one step away from full penetrative sex right there in the crowd. 

Honestly, you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen him go home alone after a night out. You’re surprised he hasn’t run out of guys in this town already, although you know that’s not a problem because they always seem to come back for more.

You take occasional sips of your gin and tonic while Ollie tells Frank about the latest gossip in a long-running saga of a mutual friend’s messy relationship. You’re only half-listening though, because the moment you let pass earlier has got your mind wandering all over the place. You keep thinking about the guy on the dance floor checking out Frank — although you don’t want to draw attention by turning around to check if he’s still there — and that gets you thinking about how many other guys there must be in the bar right now who’d fuck your boyfriend if they had the chance. And god, you want at least one of them to have the chance.

Reminding yourself about Frank and Ollie’s history just now has also triggered its own chain of thoughts. You study Ollie closely, taking in his good looks, the muscular chest peeking out from above the singlet he’s wearing under his open shirt, and what you can see of the outline of his body. And you can’t help wondering what the sex would have been like between him and Frank. 

You know Ollie’s reputation, and you know that just about every guy he’s with wants to hit it again; he obviously knows what he’s doing in the bedroom and knows how to keep his partners satisfied. Frank’s told you in the past that the sex was good, but you’re pretty sure that was an understatement for your benefit.

You’ve seen the two of them together so many times, but tonight you’re keenly observing the way they interact with each other in a way you don’t think you ever have before. They’ve got such an easy familiarity with each other: the way they constantly take the piss out of each other, the shared references and in-jokes from stuff they experienced together before I met Frank. Even the way they touch each other, casually, like it’s completely natural. 

Now that you really pay attention to it, it seems like much more intimate than you’d ever realised. You wonder, if people saw the three of you sitting at this table would they think that it’s Frank and Ollie who are the couple, and you who’s their friend?

You find that possibility more arousing than you probably should. So you shake it out of your head and try to stay present in the conversation.

The three of you have another round of drinks, and then Ollie is buying you all shots. You hadn’t planned for this to be a big night, but it seems as though it’s turning into one anyway. You turn down the second round of shots, but there’s no stopping Frank and Ollie at this point. Before you know it you’re getting dragged to the dance floor by your half-drunk boyfriend.

You’ve never been much of a dancer. Frank and Ollie both love it though, and they’re both good at it. They both have the knack of moving their bodies in a way that looks natural and fun — and sexy — while you just kind of shuffle around like you’re waiting for a bus or something.

The two of them are goofing around, but as the music starts to shift from energetic dance music to a more sensuous rhythm the two of them get closer and their dancing takes on a more suggestive tone. Ollie grinds up against Frank, and you feel your pulse quicken when he lays his hands around Frank’s waist. But a second or two later he’s broken away and the two of them are laughing it off, like that momentary closeness was just for laughs.

Something changes from that moment though. It’s like Ollie was testing Frank to see if he’d flinch, pull away, find it inappropriate. But Frank hadn’t; he’d gone with it. And as the music gets racier they bump together several times — briefly enough to seem like it’s an accident — before they finally abandon the pretence and start to properly grind against each other, looking into each other’s eyes with an intensity you weren’t expecting to see. They’re not joking around anymore.

They don’t even notice when you back away and disappear into the crowd, dancing awkwardly on your own while you continue to watch them from a distance. They seem to have forgotten anyone else even exists, including you.

You watch for a while as they dance. You feel yourself start to get hard when you see Frank turn, his back pressed against Ollie, their hips moving in time together while Ollie’s chin is nestled in the gap between Frank’s neck and shoulder. You wonder if Frank can feel Ollie’s breath on his skin. And you wonder if Frank can feel Ollie’s cock hardening against his ass as they grind on each other.

Then there’s this moment when the two of them almost come to a standstill, locked together with their arms around each other. You feel this sinking feeling in your stomach and you’re almost sure that something’s about to happen between them. And stupidly, for some reason you can’t fathom, you don’t just hang back and let it happen. You push past people to get closer, and Ollie sees you approaching. He looks up, and for a split second you see an expression on his face that says he’s just remembered something he’d forgotten about, followed by a fraction of a second of guilt. Then he gives you a grin, breaks away from Frank, and grabs you.

For a minute or so he dances with you, close like he’d been with Frank, but not with the same intensity as you’ve just witnessed. Almost as though he’s trying to prove that he dances with everyone this way, and there’s nothing out of the ordinary about it. He turns, so his back’s pressed against you. And then suddenly Frank’s there as well, facing Ollie, so that he’s sandwiched between the two of you. 

At first you don’t really understand what’s going on. But as you dance together, all three of your bodies pressed close, you think you get it. You get why they want you there, close, your body pressed against Ollie’s even though he and Frank only seem to have eyes for each other. They want each other, and they know that they’re headed towards something happening, and Ollie’s brought you in to get the blessing he needs. Because he’s not stealing your boyfriend if it’s a three-way, right?

You watch Frank’s face over Ollie’s shoulder. Even though he’s only a foot or so from you his eyes are fixed one-hundred percent on Ollie. You recognise the look on his face: the focus of a man who’s looking at the object of his desire and getting ready to take what he wants. You remember how he used to look at you like that, back before you’d settled down together. Back when you were the object of each other’s pursuit.

Unexpectedly Ollie takes each of you by the hand and leads you off the dance floor. Once you’re far enough away from the music to be able to hear each other speak. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” Ollie asks. 

He doesn’t have to say it, the subtext is plain to see. He wants to go home with you and Frank. If you want to, this might be your chance to watch Frank and one of your best friends fuck.

It’s a bad idea. Such a bad idea. Ollie’s one of you and Frank’s closest friends. If you do this now things will never be the same again. You could lose a friend. You could even lose Frank, if it turns out there’s some kind of unresolved feelings between them that are rekindled tonight. At best, things will be awkward between the three of you. At worst it could be a disaster. It’s so hot, but so wrong.

Frank doesn’t answer. He looks at you, like he’s gauging your reaction. Or waiting for your permission. It’s obvious he wants this. Looks like this decision is yours though.