Chapter 5

Warning: This is a cuck-story, and while it starts as a loving tale, it won’t stay that way. If you’re not into that, please stop reading.

As always a huge thanks to my wonderful wife for ideas, editing and reining me in when I got too crazy. I love you. <3

David

The day after Jia’s ... most intense escapade ever was so weird. How do you act around your wife after she’s had the best fuck of her life - with someone else? Me, I tried to act as normal as possible, but I could see in her eyes and in her little smirks that I failed. Still, she acted normally too, drank her coffee at the counter like she usually did, and I heartily kissed her goodbye when I left for work.

Where I ran into weird situation number two; Tom, the master-fucker himself. I forced a quick hello as I met him in the break-room. He stopped and looked at me, first with a worried expression that changed to a sly smile when I didn’t punch or shout at him. He knew he’d gotten away with putting horns on me. He’d had my wife writhe in pleasure under him, and there was nothing I was gonna do about it. Instead, I would just take my coffee back to my office like a good little cuck and leave him to fantasise about the next time he was gonna debase my beautiful Jia with his unworthy presence.

God, it was so unreal! So far outside the bounds of normalcy, but ... it was also so the most erotic experience of my life. I hated that fat bastard for what he’d done to my wife, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it ... and about next time!

I had to endure Alice’s suspicious, blue eyes whenever I needed to talk to her or just pass her desk outside my office. She knew something was up, I could tell. She didn’t say anything, but she was watching me, gathering clues and trying to solve the puzzle. Unfortunately, I had never been a good actor, so instead I tried to avoid her as much as possible. As much as I liked her, I needed her to be kept out of this. Hopefully that fool Tom would keep quiet.

With all this going on, it was no surprise that I had a really hard time focusing on work, but that had almost become the norm. Why would I care about worker efficiency when whenever I closed my eyes, I saw the image of big, fat Tom, selfish Tom, uncouth Tom fucking my pure and wondrous Jia? These spreadsheets, these formulas and all these schedules mattered a great deal less to me than the sight of Jia cumming on that fat prick. Her utter, sexual enjoyment made the clients’ demands seem rather insignificant.

I realised with a little sigh that I was hard again. It had happened a lot today. But once again, I gritted my teeth and forced my mind on something else.

At least Jia hadn’t sounded too keen on him as a person. Sure, she liked the sex, that was the whole idea, but a worried, nagging voice had started to wonder if she’d fall in love with him, leave me for him. My mind truly was a twisted, perverted place – I wanted her to have sexual thrills with Tom, I wanted her to explore erotic heights that I couldn’t bring her to ... but I didn’t want her to like the man. I felt threatened by the very thing I desired? But her clear disdain for him had put my mind at ease - at least somewhat.

I shook my head. It wasn’t easy being a cuck ... but damn it was hot!

Now, I really needed to get some work done. And then maybe also start working on those two points I’d come up with, and that I was failing so miserable at: being inconspicuous at work and having sex with my wife without Tom factoring in in any way.

I simply needed to try harder. Maybe mention it to Jia too? Or would that send mixed messages? I didn’t want to ruin a good thing, after all.

No, I’d have to be myself, loving and caring and get her in the sack without any mention of Tom. That would be a good way to get back on track.

Jia

Madison’s office looked like it always did, messy, unorganised and comfortable. I was here every day, but this time was different - just like it had been ... what was it, three weeks ago? When I’d needed her guidance. I felt myself grow hot as I thought about how I had followed her advice. Live a little, right?

Madison knew something was up. I could see it in her eyes, while she was waiting for me to give her an update on my ... affairs.

“I did it,” I said, my eyes avoiding her bespectacled gaze.

“What did you do, Jia?” she asked, her voice neutral though it was easy to tell that she was eager for my story.

“I ... I slept with him. With Tom. Like David wanted me to,” I said, keeping my voice low. Like everyone outside the closed door would hear me if I spoke up.

“Really?” she asked, leaning forward, hungry for gossip, “you did?”

“I did,” I confirmed, straightening my skirt, needing to do something with my hands. It felt odd confessing that I had broken my marriage vows, but I had to tell someone. The price of growing up Catholic, I guess.

I couldn’t handle all these conflicting emotions on my own. Great sex, happy husband, strong marriage - everything should be great, right? So why did I feel so awfully guilty? Since there was no way I was ever telling mother’s priest about it, Madison’s office would have to serve as my confession-booth.

“Well, well, well ... how was it?” she wanted to know, her eyes huge as she drank in my news.

A small smile spread on my lips before I could control it.

“It was good,” I merely said and kept my eyes down.

“Just good?”

“Okay, it was ... very good,” I admitted.

“Better than David?” she wanted to know. I looked at her sharply, wondering why that was her focal point? I always had the greatest respect for her, as my mentor and my closest colleague. She might be my superior, technically, but she never pulled rank and had always treated me with grace and kindness. Come to think of it, she was probably my best non-Korean friend.

And now she was also the only one who knew the shameful secret.

“It was different,” I shrugged, avoiding her question. Had it been better than David? In a way, yes. The orgasms had been out of this world, and I’d never felt like that from sex before.

But the love that David gave me had been completely absent. Sex had always been carefully intertwined with happy, sweet emotions, and to separate them was ... difficult, to say the least.

“Different?”

“Yes, different,” I snapped. She didn’t seem to think that was enough, the way her eyes narrowed and her mouth tigthened.

“Come on, Jia, don’t be like that! You asked my advice, now you come to tell me about it, but you don’t wanna spill the tea? Gimme something juicy!” she demanded. I bit my lip. She was right. I had come to talk to her about it, though I didn’t quite know why. Maybe I just needed to lighten my heart. I didn’t want to be alone with all my thoughts, and David ... wouldn’t be able to understand where I was coming from. He was too tightly wound up in his fantasies to be objective.

“I’ve never ... eh ... cum ... so hard before. Never,” I told her, defiance in my voice as I looked into her eyes.

“Oooh...” she said and leaned back in her chair, “now that’s the kind of juicy I was talking about! You dirty girl! Does David know?”

“He ... he watched,” I said,” he snuck after us and saw it all from the doorway.”

“He watched!? Oh my God, girl, you two are just...!” she gushed, though not at all in a judgmental way. I shrugged.

“Did he like it? Did he like what he saw?” she asked with glee in her voice.

“I think so. He...” I furrowed my brow, trying to explain what I had observed with my dear husband, “he was REALLY excited when he got home. It happened at his and Tom’s work, see. And he was ... over the moon about it. We made love when we got home, you know, after and he ... well, he couldn’t stop obsessing over...” my voice trailed away, embarrassment colouring my cheeks.

“Over what?”

“Over the fact that Tom is ... well, rather well-endowed.”

“You mean he’s...” Madison put her palms against one another and moved them away from each other, indicating something long. I nodded and felt myself blush even harder.

“You lucky duck!” she grinned, “and he knew how to use it?”

I nodded again, not having a lot to say to that. It was the truth, after all. Even if he was kind of a prick.

“And David liked that?” she wanted to know.

“Yes, he ... he seems really hung up on that. And, you know, whenever we’ve discussed it earlier, it ... really got him ... ahem ... excited.”

“Naughty little David,” Madison’s glee knew no bounds, “so he liked his wife getting dicked down good?”

“If that’s how you want to put it,” I said in what I hoped was a reproachful voice, though I couldn’t keep a sheepish smile at bay.

“Oh, it is. And you liked it too?”

“It was ... very good,” I admitted.

“You slut,” she shook her head admiringly, “you lucky slut.”

“Hey!” I objected half-heartedly but she didn’t care.

“So David likes to watch,” she said, “but how did he act after you’d fucked? You know, post-nut clarity and all?”

“What?”

“Post-nut clarity? Aren’t you ever on the internet? How you feel when you aren’t horny anymore?” Madison explained, “kinda common to feel odd after a release, especially if it involved sending your wife into the arms of another man. Come to think about it, how did you feel about it all?”

“I ... fine, I’m fine,” I said quickly, not willing to dig at my feelings right now, “but he ... I don’t know. He seemed relieved when I mentioned that Tom is a bit of a prick,” I explained, “like ... like he was worried I’d suddenly fall in love with the guy or something.”

“After he’d gotten off?” she asked and I nodded.

“He probably feels threatened by your lover-boy. Especially if he’s obsessing over cock-sizes,” Madison reasoned, echoing my own thoughts.

“I guess,” I agreed.

“But enough about David. How was it? How big was it? Is it true that, you know, bigger is better?” she asked, her voice quivering with excitement.

She wouldn’t let that go, would she?

I gave my friend a sharp look. She seemed more into this than I would have thought. Sure, she liked gossip, who didn’t, but her eyes were so alive and she seemed so ... so ... so into this whole idea.

How old was Madison anyway? 40? She looked good. She was wearing an emerald green silk blouse with the top buttons opened, giving hints of a nice cleavage. She had beautiful blonde hair, which I’d always secretly admired, tied in a bun atop of her head, and her tasteful make-up showed off her smooth skin and piercing, green eyes. She wore several gold earrings in both ears and little green gemstones glittered from the rings on her fingers and from her necklace that did its best to draw attention to her chest.

“Madison,” I asked shrewdly, “how’s Rick?”

Rick was her husband, a nice guy that I knew from the times he and Madison had been over for dinner. She blushed crimson at the mention of her husband’s name.

“He’s ... fine, why?” she answered, looking away, not realising how transparent she was.

“You just seem awfully fascinated about this whole... ordeal,” I pointed out in an innocent tone.

“Oh, come on! You drop a bombshell like this and expect me not to care?” she deflected, and that did make sense ... but my intuition told me something else was at play here.

“I’ll tell you everything,” I said slowly, “if you tell me honestly why you’re so interested.”

She gave me a dark look, and for a long time we just stared at each other.

“Fine. Fine! I’m interested, because it seems unfair that you have a handsome husband who’s always willing and now also a huge-dicked lover, when I haven’t gotten laid in over three months. There. Happy now?” She rushed it out and gave me a challenging look.

“Oh. Oh ... eh, sorry. I had no idea ... you’ve never said-”

“Don’t like to talk about it,” she interrupted me, “but yeah, I love Rick but man, I miss sex. It was five months before last you know.”

“I’m really-”

“So maybe I would like a Tom of my own,” she went on, avoiding my eyes, “or maybe I’m just living vicariously through you. Either way, spill!”

“Wait, you’re not thinking about-”

“I’d never hurt Rick if that’s what you’re asking,” she cut me off again, “I love him and it’s not his fault he’s never in the mood.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“I know you don’t. It’s okay. Please don’t tell anyone, “she asked.

“Of course not!” I said, indignant that she even had to ask, “just like you won’t tell about David and me ... and Tom.”

We shared a smile. Then she leaned forward over her desk, her green eyes sparkling and gestured with her hands, “so tell me!”

David

Maybe it was the time that had passed but when I got home that night, everything seemed a lot more ... normal. Sure, Jia had still fucked Tom but I felt less strange about it.

It also helped that she acted completely normal. She’d cooked, and we ate a nice dinner, talking about nothing and everything – apparently, she’d had a meeting with her boss, though she didn’t say about what, and I didn’t really press her for details. Madison was a nice woman and all, and I was glad she and Jia got along so well, but she was also quite bland, and if Jia didn’t say, the meeting probably wasn’t of any importance.

After cleaning the dishes, we watched some TV, and since it was my turn to choose, we continued our Firefly rewatch. God, I loved that series! Almost as good as the early seasons of Game of Thrones. Jia wasn’t a fan though, she was always more into the artsy shows, particular French and Korean stuff.

Still, this was just what we needed, a safe and normal night together. Except Jia wasn’t really giving it her attention, as she was on her phone most of the time. That bothered me somewhat - she’d never let me skive off on my phone if we were watching some of her boring and confusing drivel - but I was used to it by now. No point in picking a fight over it, especially not tonight, not with everything that had happened. Honestly, I had a difficult time focusing on the show too, and my eyes kept wandering to her. She looked so cute as she sat curled up in the corner of the couch, her focus on her phone.

I never got tired of looking at her, especially like now when she didn’t even know. She’d loosened her hair, so it flowed down her back like a black river, and I loved that I was the only one who got to see her without it in a perfect up-do. Her dark, intense eyes were focused on the screen in her hand, with her soft, red lips forming a determined line that told me she wasn’t too happy with whatever was going on - though she hadn’t furrowed her brows like she did when she was upset or angry.