Chapter 10: Cuckold Talk

Richard was quiet for a moment. His fingers kept moving through Sammie’s hair. She sat still at his feet, eyes down, beer in her hand, and didn’t speak.

“Honestly,” he said, “if it were not for the way you just walked in here and fucked the shit out of Sammie’s throat like you could not care less about her, I would say you might be like her boyfriend.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember when you dropped the kids off, and Sammie was leaving? I think it was six or seven weeks ago? I told you her boyfriend is a cuckold. He likes sending her out to get fucked. He likes watching. He likes hearing about it afterward. He gets hard knowing other men are using her. What you just described to me—getting hard watching videos of your wife grinding on other men, letting them touch her, even jacking one of them off in a club—that is something that turns on a cuckold. The fact that you stayed and jerked off instead of driving over there and beating his ass and then dragging her out of the club says a lot too. You wanted to see it. You did not want it to stop.”

Sammie nodded her head once, small, but she did not speak. Richard’s hand kept moving in her hair. I felt heat rise in my face. My cock twitched again against my thigh, and I hated that it did.

“I am not a cuckold,” I said. The words came out faster than I meant them to. “Ryan and Roxie played that same game, and Ryan is not someone who wants to watch his wife get fucked. He is a man’s man. Tall, confident, the kind of guy who walks into a room and people notice. They have an open relationship now, but he is not into just sitting there and watching. He participates. He is not passive about it. I am not like that.”