Free Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold's Story by J.W. McKenna Page A

the fuck session during lunch . He carried his laptop out to the car and watched most of it. It was a turn-on to be so helpless. Allowing Darrell to tie his hands had made him a voyeur, not a participant, and it gave him an instant hard-on. He found it excited him to let Darrell take charge of his wife. He didn’t even mind to watch himself tasting Darrell’s cock. He supposed that made him a true cuckold.
    Rick was sure Liz would want to see him again . It was obvious from the video that she had enjoyed every minute. When he arrived home and poured himself a stiff drink, Liz was in the kitchen, strangely quiet. He went in and found her at the stove.
    “Hi.”
    She turned. “Hi.”
    He wanted to tell her about the tape but was afraid she’d be mad. “ How was your day?”
    “Oh, routine. I cleaned, I did some laundry, I fucked Darrell.”
    That shocked him. “What? He was here ?”
    She turned and gave him a flat look. “ Yes. ”
    “He fucked you?! Without me?”
    “Yes. And he said he’d be coming by whenever he wanted from now on.”
    “No! He can’t do that ! I’m supposed to be here!” He felt he’d been cheated out of a scene – and he had the flash drive for the camera still in his pocket . If Darrell came over when he was at work, it was just an affair. “We should explain that to him . Maybe you could lay down the law. ” He figured it would make more sense coming from her. He didn’t exactly have any hold over the man.
    Liz didn’t say anything, she just stirred the pot.
    “Well? Aren’t you going to tell him ? This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.”
    “I know. It’s just…” She seemed to have trouble finding the words.
    “Don’t tell me you like sneaking around like that ! He’s using you! Don’t you see that?”
    She nodded . “I know. But you started it. ”
    Rick closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. She was right. “Maybe we should just call the whole thing off.”
    She shook her head. “I can’t. He’s … got his hooks into me, or something.”
    He started to speak and stopped. She likes his cock ! his mind shouted at him. Your puny little dick doesn’t do anything for her .
    “God! Don’t tell me you’re in love with him!”
    “Love has nothing to do with it.”
    “So what is it?” He wanted to hear her say it.
    She turned and gazed at him. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”
    “No, it’s all right. I know I don’t measure up.”
    “You said it was your fantasy . That you’ve always wanted to see me fuck a guy with a big dick !”
    Rick nodded . “I know. I just didn’t expect he’d start coming over here when I wasn’t home.” He had wanted to watch! Fortunately, he knew that once Darrell started working for Mr. Thomas again, he wouldn’t have time to come over during the day. He was supposed to start work next Monday.
    “So you don’t want to stop, is that right?”
    “I didn’t say that! It’s just hard, that’s all. He’s got me all mixed up inside.”
    “That’s just his big dick talking.” Rick felt his erection stir and adjusted his pants. He felt betrayed by his own cock. Why was this turning him on so much? Did he secretly want to be forced to approve this affair?
    If I can watch , his dick seemed to say.
    “How about if we tell him you can only fuck him when I’m around?”
    She nodded. “We could try that.”
    “Try it? We just tell him how it is. He’s not in charge of our marriage.”
    She nodded again but didn’t speak.
    “He isn’t, is he?”
    Before she could answer, Rick spotted the ankle bracelet on her leg. “What’s that?” He pointed.
    She blushed red. “Um, that’s just something Dar–”  she hesitated for a moment. “That’s just something he gave me.”
    Rick squatted down to get a closer look. “What’s that on it? The ace of spades? What does that mean?”
    “It’s the queen of spades,” she said, her voice quavering.
    Rick stood and the kitchen seemed to reel about