So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 34) (Patreon)

Ok guys, in Part 33 you got to see your boyfriend get his brains fucked out by his ex, and your friend, Ollie. Here's what happens next.

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Later that night you finally get the moment you were hoping for: the moment where you get to see Ollie unload in Frank’s ass. It’s even better than you’d hoped. It’s an almost spiritual experience seeing Ollie’s balls pulse and pump cum straight into your boyfriend’s guts. What’s even better is the look on Frank’s face: the pure joy of knowing he’s being seeded by the guy he’s become suddenly and totally obsessed with.

You’re treated to it again the following morning, after Ollie stays the night in your bed. You sleep there too, Frank in the middle and you and Ollie on a side each. But it feels like no one would realise if you weren’t there, because Frank and Ollie are tangled up in each other’s bodies all night while you’re separated from the two of them by at least a foot of mattress space.

By the time they’re done fucking in the morning it’s been about fifteen hours since Ollie came around for drinks, and you’ve spent maybe six hours of that quietly watching while the two of them go at it. You never did make it to that party you’d made plans to go to. By the time the three of your are eating breakfast, it’s very clear from the way the two are looking at each other, and the palpable energy between them, that nothing’s ever going to be the same between the three of you again.

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A few days later Ollie surprises you by asking to meet up for a beer out of the blue. Without Frank. Of course you say yes. You know there’s only be one thing this could be about, but you have no idea what it is he actually wants to say about the other night.

He gets straight into it without exchanging small talk. “I want to talk about what happened the other night,” he says. You just nod, giving him the signal to continue. “I want to know how you feel about it now, now that you’re not in the moment.”

He seems uncharacteristically nervous, and you realise he must be worried that you regret what happened. “I feel fine,” you say in what you think is the most reassuring tone you can perform. “I mean, I feel good about it. I had a good time.”

He nods thoughtfully, like he’s trying to process it. “Okay, that’s good. I mean, you seemed to be enjoying it, at the time,” he says. “But like, afterwards you didn’t regret it or anything? I’d understand if you did: I mean, I fucked your boyfriend right in front of your face and didn’t even include you in the action.”

You feel yourself blushing intensely and you realise how loud Ollie just said that in a bar full of people. You glance around to see if anyone heard, but if they did they’re not giving away any sign of it. It feels humiliating to think a bunch of people might have heard that revelation, even if they’re not even people you know. And that starts to make you hard, which is even more humiliating. 

You do your best to compose yourself before you answer, “Honestly, I was into it. It’s exactly how we…” 

You pause, realising you’re giving away more than you probably should. It’s too late though, because you can see the penny drop in Ollie’s brain. “You guys planned it.” 

It’s not a question, but you nod anyway. “Kind of, yeah,” you admit. “We’d talked about it.”

“Interesting,” Ollie says, processing that for a few seconds.

“Was that unfair?” you ask. “Ambushing you like that? Seducing you?” It sounds so stupid to say it like that, but that’s what it was, right?

Ollie just shrugs. “Worked out pretty well for me.”

“I should have just told you,” you say. “I feel bad if you’ve spent these last few days worrying about if I was okay with it.”

“I wasn’t really worrying,” he says.

“That’s not why we’re here? I figured you asked me here, to check if there was a problem between us because of what happened.”

“That’s part of it, but it’s not everything.”

“Oh? What else?”

He clears his throat a little, and squirms in his chair, and you can tell that whatever was making him nervous still is. “I want to figure out what happens next,” he says.

“Next?” you ask. You can hear the pitch of your voice rise; now you’re the one who’s nervous.

“I enjoyed myself,” he says, “a lot. You saw the two of us, we’ve got chemistry. I’d forgotten just how much. We’re really good together.”

You feel yourself get a little harder and you take a deep breath in a futile effort to contain it, hoping that no one notices.

“So I’d be keen to keep it going,” he says. “If you’re up for it.”

“You want to fuck Frank again?”

He nods. “Maybe make it a regular thing.”

“Have you already spoken to him about it.”

“No. I wanted to check with you first. I don’t want to destroy your relationship, so I don’t want to start anything… ongoing… with Frank unless you’re up for it. So I wanted to talk to you alone, without Frank, to see what you honestly think.”

Now you’re almost fully hard, your dick pressing against your trousers trying to stand straight. 

“What did you have in mind?” you ask. 

“It depends what you’re comfortable with, I guess. Look, I’m not talking about trying to pursue anything serious; it’s not like I want to marry him or anything. Frank and I were terrible at being each other’s partner. But I’m keen to see if we can become more than friends again.”

“How much more?” 

“It could be just sex, if that’s what you guys would be more comfortable with. Friends with benefits.”

“Or?”

“Or I could, like, date him.” He obviously sees the look of shock on your face and moves to reassure you: “Just casually. Like I said, I don’t want anything serious with him. But like, maybe he and I could go back to what we had at the beginning, but without the expectation of it becoming anything more serious, because he’s already got you.”

His suggestion hits you like a bolt of lightning. You should have expected something like this though, given their history and their obvious physical connection. It gets your dick straining even harder, but at the same time it sounds like the worst idea in the world. You’re sure Frank won’t go for it anyway, but if he did it seemed like a hell of a risk: the idea that they’d just date, hang out, fuck, and that somehow they wouldn’t fall for each other in a way that would threaten your own relationship with Frank.

“I understand if you don’t want that,” Ollie says. “Polyamory isn’t for everyone. We can just stick to casual, no-strings sex.”

You’d never considered if it was for you.