Cucked, Caged and Conquered: Part Five (Patreon)

Hi guys. This section's a really short one, because I haven't had much writing time. The next bit is well on its way though, so I'll hopefully be ready to share it soon. In the meantime hope you enjoy this little glimpse.

In the days that followed I opened up to Travis about all the feelings I’d experienced that night that I hadn’t felt able to tell him in the moment. I told him about how turned on it had made me, listening to them from out in the hallway. I told him about how I changed my mind as soon as I’d blown my load; I told him all about how devastated I’d felt, how jealous, how terrified of what I’d let happen. I admitted that I’d almost gone in there to try and make them stop, and that I’d wanted to, but that I hadn’t because I felt an obligation to go through with it. I told him all about how hard it was to sit there in the living room waiting for them. And I told him about how I’d got turned on all over again watching his trade leave and hearing first-hand from Travis about what had gone on in my bedroom.

He’d been grateful that I was honest. “We need to make this work for both of us, not just me,” he’d said. Then he asked me, “Did the bad parts outweigh the good?”

I din’t have to think about my answer for even a second. Which was strange, because even though it was so hot, it was so fucking hard to handle. And even though I’d spent far more of that night going out of my mind with regret and jealousy, I knew I’d do it all again just for the feeling of knowing my husband was getting fucked by someone better than me and that I couldn’t do anything about it.

“It was definitely good, on balance,” I told him. “I want it to happen again.”

“Okay, that’s good,” he said. “Because I really want to do it again too.”

“I guess it means I have to just try find a way of getting through the hard parts,” I said.

He’d sat there mulling it over for a minute or so, before saying, “Sounds like we just need to make sure you can’t cum.”