Sarah's Cuckold

Whatever she wants, she gets…

Sarah is the light of his life, as well as his wife and Mistress – so when she tells him that she wants to find a real man to make love too, rather than her pathetic worm of a husband, he reluctantly agrees. Of course, he doesn’t expect that he’s the one who’ll have to track this hot stud down for her…

Adam, the man he chooses, can’t believe his luck. From a humiliation in a hotel bar through to their first meeting in an expensive suite, he finds himself drawn to the idea of taking another man’s wife for his own. As soon as he sees her, he knows he has to be with her – but will her sub be able to deal with the torment of seeing what he can no longer have?

This story contains themes of cuckolding, humiliation, forced bi, and male chastity.

Extract

‘What do I call you?’
He smiles at that. It’s a cruel smile, one that can only come from someone revelling in newfound power. Decisions, decisions, I can almost hear him thinking.
‘Sir,’ he says at last. ‘Simple. Respectful. Shows you know your place. Definitely Sir.’
‘OK,’ I say. ‘I mean, yes, Sir.’
‘Better.’ He stands up, pushes the bottle away, and gives a nod of thanks to the bartender. Now there’s no doubt that he’s listening in; the disbelieving smile plastered across his face is a dead giveaway. Even Mistress has never been so open about my status, and she loves to watch me squirm.
‘She told you to do as you were told, right?’ Adam asks.
I nod. ‘Yes, Sir,’ I say. ‘Once I’d vetted you.’
‘And I guess it’s safe to say that I passed your little test, then?’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘So what would you do if I told you to get on your knees and kiss my feet right here?’
The way he looks at me is cold and impassive. The tone of his voice says it’s a hypothetical, but the ice in his eyes says that it’s a distinct possibility.
‘I’d do it, Sir.’ My voice cracks as I look down at his shoes: black patent leather, impossibly neat, effortlessly classy. Can he really want that? Would he really want the scene of me dropping to my knees and pressing my lips against them, just to prove that he could make me do it?
I think yes.