***LANA***

I was home with my clothes scattered across the living room with Malik’s cock in my cunt, and I was impervious to everything except him. When I finally felt it spasm in me, I felt his cum release, and I screamed in exhilaration. 

We’d been fucking since morning, and he’d cum for the third time. How many had I had? I couldn’t keep track.

This was our third meeting, and when I finally got off the table, I had to check if he’d gotten too aggressive. Were there any marks to let Jake know what I was doing?

I kissed him, god, a slow, intense kiss. It’d been a long time since I’d kissed Jake like that.

Jake was out of town until 8:00 tonight. And I needed to clean up any evidence of what I’d been doing.

“Malik, I wish we didn’t need to be so careful. God, if you could…”

He looked at me and pinched my nipples, saying, “You’ve talked about Jake before. What he’s said.”

I closed my eyes and nodded, “Yes, he talks about it, but he wants to watch, and I can’t, Malik, I can’t. I’m so, you and I, we’re so, so excessive when we’re fucking, and I can’t do it in front of him.”

I reached down and took his cock. “I wish I could let you do things to me, bite me, mark me. I spend hours at night trying to go to sleep just imagining it.”

“I’ve looked online,” Malik said, “um, at cuckold sites, supposedly run by real cuckolds, and they say it’s not unusual for the cuckolds to never watch. Or hardly ever. Lana, from what I’ve read, cuckolds are supposed to submit. Make him do it. Tell him we’re fucking, but he can’t watch.”

He bit my nipple, just a nip, not enough to mark me, but enough to make a point.

Jake and I’ve talked about adding a man to… well, fuck me in front of him. Once we even went to ‘Shipwrecked’ to look for someone, but I chickened out. 

When Jake got home, I welcomed him back. As far as he knew, it’d been four days since I’d had sex, so it was an interesting few hours. 

At dinner, I tried to say something, but couldn't force it out. I was there watching Jake when I said, “Um, Jake, you’ve wanted me to, um, what did you say? Find a lover? Well, I’ve found one, but I can’t, won’t let you watch. I just can’t. Not at first, for sure, never, maybe.” 

He turned, and I continued, “I'm meeting him at his house Friday, Friday night. I expect to be home by midnight. Uh, I think.”

Jake was struggling to talk. “I can’t see it?”

I interrupted him, “That's what I said. And I mean it.”

God, his reaction is ‘I can’t see it.’ I never expected that! I have to remember, though; I have to be stern, positive, or I’ll give in.

At that, his face became blank, and he didn't move. 

“I’ve been, we’ve been doing it for a while. I couldn’t tell you because, um, because I can’t do it in front of you. It’s not possible; I just can’t.”

***JAKE***

I heard her, but I was still processing it. She got a lover, she’s being fucked, and I can’t watch? That’s the whole point of it. Watching.

She looked at me, saying, “You’ve read the same articles I have, Jake. The ones written by real-life cuckolds, and what they say is that a lot of them don’t get to watch, maybe a majority of them. And I can’t. So, you won’t.” 

She looked me in the eye and said, “When you become my cuckold, you know that I’ll be in charge.”

I could barely think, but eventually the two biggest questions escaped. “You’ve been doing it? God, how long? Who?”

Lana looked away from me before answering, “The first time was the day after your company party. Remember when we got ready, what you were talking about. Um, you remember, right?”

Shit, I remember. What was it I said exactly? Something like I wanted you to find a lover, someone to… I said that? I said I wanted someone to really fuck you. Hell.

“Malik, ah, kissed me. More than kissed me; he had his hands on my tits. My tits. He touched them skin to skin. It felt exactly as I’d hoped for when you were talking—electrifying. I was feeling another man’s hands caressing me, and I was, God, Jake, so aroused. I’d stopped thinking, and when he invited himself over the next day, I said yes.

“When he came over, I wanted to stop him, but what you’d said kept running through my mind, and that gave him time to get to my tits again. I almost collapsed then, and he had to help me into our bedroom.

“Before I knew it, his cock was inside me. No, stop, Jake. I’m not going to pretend to you, I wasn’t forced; I wanted it; I had him undressed before I was completely undressed. When his cock slipped inside me, I came violently. I wanted it, and he gave it to me. I was screaming for him to keep fucking me.”

I looked at her, surprised, I guess. Surprised, though not shocked. It seemed so out of character. She’d never used the word fuck, or the word tit. 

She’s been cuckolding me, but it’s what I wanted. How can I attack her for doing that? But she doesn't want me to see it.

“Ah, sometimes they let the husband listen, the cuckold. Don’t they?”

“Um, sometimes I think. Jake, are you saying that might be enough?”

I froze, thinking.

She’s screwing someone; she’s screwing Malik? He’s a black guy, isn’t he? She seems determined; even if I say no, she’s going to continue fucking him, and I won’t even…I’ll be left at home.

Can I say yes?

“Uh, yes.” I hesitated and then yelled, “NO!” I finished with a soft, “God, I don’t know.”

She responded with a soft laugh, saying, “That was definite, wasn’t it? Which is it? I’ll let you listen, but not watch. That I can’t do. Forget watching.”

I tried to turn away, but Lana stopped me. When she kissed me, I grabbed her, forced her onto her back, and fucked her. 

All I could say was, “NO.”

I finally came and collapsed on her.

I slowly moved off her, realizing I was going to say yes.

***LANA***

My date with Malik ended up at our house, in our bedroom, on our bed. Jake's bed.

When he came over, we had a glass of wine in our living room, and then I led him into our bedroom and locked the door behind us. Very civilized.

Jake was sitting on the couch, breathing hard, with an expression I'd never seen before. I could see the anticipation, but it was mixed with agony and humiliation. He could barely look at me when we went into the bedroom.

He said he'd sit in the hall against the door, and I thought I could hear him at the door.

Malik asked if he'd try to stop us. I reassured him he wouldn't. At first I tried to keep quiet, but after the first kisses I couldn't remember to even try.

When we undressed, I said, "Malik, god, your dick is beautiful," and at that point my whispers disappeared. "Let me taste it. Last time when you came in my mouth... it was wonderful."

As I was attempting to engulf his entire dick, Malik was encouraging me, "Lana, that's amazing. more, more."

Then there were some slaps to my ass, with me moaning. When he kissed my tits, I almost screamed, "Yes, bite them, Malik, both of them." Then quieter I said, "I want Jake to see what you’ve done. God, that’s why I wanted Jake to know so you could. Bite me, suck me everywhere. Yes, more." I was quiet until the sensations became overwhelming, and I said, "Just like that. Harder, bite me harder."

“Suck it, Lana, suck it,” Malik interjected.

And after a bit, I said, “My clit, like that. Gently, Oh, God, yes.” Then I shouted, “I’m coming, I’m coming. Yes,” and then there was quiet.

Eventually we slowed down, and Malik said in a definitive voice, "I'm putting it in now. Lana, we're cuckolding him again. Jake's our cuckold, and he knows he is. That feels so good."

***JAKE***

Then the only sounds were me breathing hard after making a mess in the hall. I got up to get a washcloth to clean up, but I heard Lana saying, “Put it in, I want to feel it. Let’s cuck him again.”

Then I heard fucking sounds with grunts, moans, and murmurs again that ended with Malik yelling, “There, I’m doing it. He’s my cuck, isn’t he?” 

Lana was whispering to him, but I could understand, “That was perfect. He heard us. He’s my cuck, and he knows it.”

Then I heard Malik say in a wondering tone, "Every time I do it, fuck some loser's wife so he knows it, I get this overwhelming sense of fulfilment. This is my mission: screwing the wives of men who don't deserve them."

I cleaned myself in the hall and went to the living room and collapsed on my chair.

Next time, maybe she’ll let me watch.