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Cuckold Life, by Jezebel Rose

 

Dan and Melody had been married for just shy of 10 years when it happened, but in truth, the original foundations had been laid a few years earlier.

While most women would probably consider Dan handsome; there was no doubt that his wife was stunning. With her gorgeous all-around looks matched by an infectious personality, just about every man who ever laid their eyes on Melody immediately wanted to sleep with her.

For years it didn’t bother Dan when he’d catch other men (including close friends and colleagues) staring lustfully at Melody as she walked through a room (oblivious to the attention she was drawing), but when the daily routine of married life had started to become increasingly familiar, those same looks slowly started sowing the seeds of paranoia, a paranoia that one day another man may tempt his wife with an excitement their marriage now seemed to lack.

Desperate to prevent this growing fear from ever become reality, Dan privately vowed to freshen up their relationship, starting with the introduction of a weekly date night where all talk of work and other distractions were banned (or else the offender would face a forfeit from the ‘special’ box kept under the bed…). He even hired a personal trainer to help him add a bit of muscle to his already fit but trim physique, hoping that keeping his body in good shape would keep Melody interested. In addition, for the best part of a year, Dan’s efforts worked well, gradually alleviating the unwarranted paranoia that his wife may someday be tempted to stray from the marital bed.

 

However, as is inevitable with such things, what were once fresh ideas soon became part of the norm, and eventually, life once again began getting in the way, work commitments from both sides leading to canceled date nights, etc. Coupled with two of Melody’s close friends separating from their husband’s and increasingly dragging her out for girl only nights, it wasn’t long before Dan’s paranoia returned, this time more intense than ever.

In fact, by the time Melody and Dan entered their seventh year of marriage, whenever Melody went out with her friends, Dan would sit at home worrying that it would finally be the night a stranger’s efforts paid off, and his beautiful wife would eventually succumb to another man’s advances. He would always find himself staring at the clock, wondering what his wife was up to, and by the time it was nearing closing time at the bar, his imagination would torment him with visions of her dancing with a handsome stranger, kissing him passionately as their bodies pressed tightly together.

To begin with, this was as far as his visions went, and every time his wife walked through the front door, the warm smile on her beautiful face instantly told him that he had had no reason to worry. However, paranoia can be like a disease, and despite receiving, zero encouragement from his wife’s actions, it continued to grow, snowballing inside of him with every night out she had without him by her side.

Indeed, when Melody and her friends went away for Zoe’s hen weekend later that year, Dan once again found himself sat uncomfortably on the settee, trying (but failing) to concentrate on a film he’d recorded earlier that week. Having naively hoped that downing a couple of beers would relax his mind and help him avoid the now familiar visions he’d been having, he grew increasingly exasperated when, within 20 minutes, he was yet again picturing Melody kissing a handsome stranger while her friends urged her on.

 

Desperate to shake the images from his head, Dan grabbed another beer, gulping it down as he rewound the film to try to re-watch the last scene. However, despite renewed efforts, it was not long before his concentration once again faltered, and for the first time since he had started having the visions, he now pictured the strangers’ hands wandering over his wife’s body, slowly making their way towards the hemline of her dress.

After picturing the strangers’ fingertips grazing his wife’s leg, Dan’s angst grew as he watched them slide their way up the inside of her smooth thigh, stopping only when they touched the thin lacy material covering Melody’s soft mound. Swallowing hard as he tried and failed one last time to distract himself with the film, he went on to imagine two of the fingers easing their way inside his wife’s knickers, spreading her moist labia apart with ease, and pressing through her entrance, coating themselves in her warm juices.

Dan suddenly sat upright. Although the thought of his wife being fingered in the middle of a packed bar filled him with a painful mix of anxiety and jealousy, as the initial rush of anger began to ease, he was shocked to realize that he had subconsciously been stroking a rock hard erection that was now pressing uncomfortably against his shorts. Embarrassed and ashamed, Dan quickly removed his hand and again tried to understand what was happening in the film, only to find minutes later he was frantically stroking himself, quickly bringing himself to orgasm.

 

Although unaware at the time, as he released a heavy load of warm cum into his hand, the seemingly insignificant act of marrying his fear of Melody cheating on him with one of sexual pleasure turned out to be the beginning of events that would eventually change his marriage forever.

For the few months immediately following Zoe’s hen weekend, every time Melody left the house for an evening out with friends, Dan would end up relieving himself to the images running through his head, sometimes doing so two or three times before he could finally overcome the suffocating mix of paranoia and arousal. However, by the time Melody went to a colleague’s leaving drinks later that summer, a mildly drunk Dan found himself visiting a porn site that some of his mates had mentioned one night while out, hoping it would help him get the angst out of his system more quickly.

Although Dan had occasionally watched pornography when he was younger, and would sometimes catch glimpses of the odd clip on a friend’s cell phone, this was the first time since getting together with Melody that he’d felt the urge to watch a film. He and Melody had always had a great sex life, still ensuring that the other was fully satisfied, but with these feelings, appearing whenever Melody was not around, he found himself drawn towards porn like never before.

 

Relatively new to online porn, when he had first decided to visit the site, Dan had assumed that he would find a necessary clip from a professional porn film, relieve himself, and then return to the documentary he had left paused on the TV. However, after choosing to look through a catalog of movies labeled as “Cheating,” Dan was genuinely surprised to find that many clips did not appear to be professional as he had expected, but were instead amateur recordings of everyday wives and girlfriends supposedly cheating on their partners. Preying even closer to his fears, Dan opened a video and quickly found himself released from his shorts.

Dan gently began stroking himself, and by the time he had finished watching a reasonably attractive woman is fucked from behind in the restroom of a nightclub, he was close to orgasm. However, it was as he watched CCTV footage of a woman (wedding ring on a show) giving a stranger a blowjob down the side alley of a club that he ended up cumming into a tissue. It was the very thought that his wife could be doing the same thing at that very moment that meant he was merely unable to stave it off any longer.

After this first visit, watching these clips became almost an obsession for Dan, and he would use any alone time to search for new ones, often picturing Melody performing the same acts like the women he watched on the screen. At first, it was more of the same, supposedly married or attached women having sex with a stranger in a club or bar, etc., but by the time the following weekend arrived, Dan had watched his first amateur video of a married woman having sex with another man in front of her husband. It wasn’t a particularly adventurous video, but the humiliation he imagined must be felt by having your wife cheat on you as you watched had such a profound effect on him, that he was just unable to contain the amount of cum he began unloading in to his palm and ended up spilling some on the fabric of their new settee.

“Shit…,” he swore, panicking and grabbing around for a tissue, desperate to wipe his hand so he could start to clean the mess he’d just created.

 

It did not take long for Dan to find out that such clips were known as cuckold videos, and, following his first taste of them, they soon became a significant part of Dan’s obsession, eventually becoming all he would search for. He found that the more explicit the clip, the more anxious and jealous he would get when imagining Melody in such a situation, and, as a result, would also find his orgasm to be more intense. He also found (as he realized was the cliché) that the clips excited him, even more, when they involved a white wife being fucked by one or more well hung black men.

Perhaps it was an original form of racism that made it so arousing to him as if the fact that a black man fucking a white woman made it more humiliating for the husband. Or maybe it was that black men were notoriously better endowed than white men, and were perhaps better equipped for pleasing their wife than they were… or perhaps it was merely the contrast in skin color that turned him on? Whatever it was, it was not long before every vision he had of his beautiful wife cheating on him involved a well-hung black person.

 

Despite the slight stain he’d left on the settee that one time, and the increased number of late nights he’d been having (often pretending that he’d had to log on the computer to finish a bit of work), for the best part of a year Dan was able to keep his unusual habit a secret from his unsuspecting wife. However, that finally changed when he one day returned home from work to find Melody sat at the computer with a mix of tears and anger in her eyes.

“What’s wrong hon.” Dan began to ask, worried at how upset his wife looked.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” screamed Melody, spinning the laptop around to show one of the videos he’d watched while she was at the gym the previous evening?

“FUCK!” yelled Dan in his head, realizing he had forgotten to wipe the internet history.

“I… I can explain…”

“Is our sex life not good enough for you anymore? Alternatively, is it I? Am I not enough for you anymore? Am I so unable to satisfy you that you need to watch other women having sex? She is not even an actor! She’s just a regular woman!”

 

Tears rolled down Melody’s cheeks as Dan urgently tried to play the situation down, working hard to hide her from the truth. But after trying and failing to pacify his wife’s anger for close to quarter of an hour, Dan reluctantly recognized that his only hope of preventing a significant dent in his marriage was to come clean, and so, in great discomfort, he explained how watching these videos helped him ease a paranoia that she may one day be tempted by another man. To Dan’s surprise (and relief), the honesty of his explanation appeared to calm down his hurt wife finally, and for the next few minutes, Melody listened quietly as her husband laid himself bare.

“I’m just so scared of losing you,” finished Dan finally, his own eyes now struggling to hold back the tears.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Melody placed her hand on her husbands.

“I would never cheat on you,” she said softly, sniffing away a tear while looking him in the eye. “I love you, and I’ve chosen to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“And I… I keep telling myself that,” stuttered Dan, “and a big part of me completely believes it… but another part of me looks at you, looks at how gorgeous you are, and I see the men looking at you, and something inside just tells me that it’s just a matter of time.”

 

“Honey, I promise you, it’s never once crossed my mind. I’ve chosen the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, and I don’t regret that decision for one moment.”

For a few seconds, the married couple sat there staring at each other’s pain, before Melody wiped a tear from her eye, cupped Dan’s face with her hands, and kissed him gently on the lips. Returning her kiss, Dan hugged his wife tightly until she took him by the hand, pulled him to his feet, and led him towards the bedroom.

For the next few months, Dan’s anxiety stayed locked away, as did his now not-so-secret porn habit. Even when Melody went on a couple of girls only nights out, he was once again able to watch a film on the TV, and put any paranoia to the back of his mind. After all this time, it finally appeared that he had successfully managed to get his insecurities under control.

However… paranoia is never indeed gone, and when Dan overheard a young guy in his late teens/ the early twenties comment on Melody as they passed him in the street, it once again reared its ugly head.

“Fuck me…,” muttered the young guy under his breath, kicking his friend’s foot to draw his attention towards Melody. “I’d smash the shit out of that.”

 

Dan carried on walking, trying hard to pretend that he had not heard, and distracting himself whenever it entered his mind later that afternoon. Nevertheless, despite his efforts, within less than half an hour of Melody leaving the house for a shopping trip with her cousin, Dan once again found himself turning to amateur porn, again falsely convincing himself that it would help keep his anxiety under control. Indeed, as had been the case previously, by the time he’d finished masturbating to a large black guy cumming heavily on the face of another man’s wife, his obsession was back… only this time, he intended to ensure that it remained a secret, something he successfully managed until the day of the barbecue…

With an early heat wave, Dan and Melody’s friends, Tony and Jane, had decided to host the first barbecue of the season and had gone all out with the food and booze. Unfortunately, however, despite most of the people there being close friends or friendly acquaintances, Dan hadn’t failed to notice all of the looks Melody was getting, particularly from one of Tony’s work colleagues, a black guy named Sean. On the contrary, having watched a well-built black guy stare lustfully at his wife as she wandered around in a bikini top and sarong, the fire inside Dan began to grow, and he started knocking back the drinks a bit faster than he should have. As a result, although he had not been stumbling around or making a scene, by the time everyone had eaten, Melody realized that her husband was getting a bit too drunk and suggested that they make their way home.

“You look gorgeous today honey,” Dan blurted as they sauntered in the direction of their house.

“Why thank you, Dan. You don’t look too bad yourself,” she replied, smiling and squeezing his hand.

 

“Not like you though. I started getting hard as soon as I saw you in that outfit.”

“Dan!” squealed Melody, surprised at how direct he was.

Dan just stared at his wife and smiled, causing Melody to start giggling.

“Well perhaps we’d better do something about that when we get home then,” she whispered seductively into his ear.

Within minutes of closing the front door, Melody had her long smooth legs wrapped around her husband’s waist as he vigorously fucked her tight pink pussy. However, as they kissed, it was not what he was doing to his beautiful wife that Dan was thinking about, but instead what it might be like to watch her with Sean’s black cock deep inside her.

“Kiss my neck,” gasped Melody, directing her husband’s mouth towards her delicate collarbone. Melody could feel that it would not be long before her orgasm would begin to grow and started using her legs to dictate the rhythm of Dan’s thrusts.

 

“You want it baby don’t you,” whispered Dan.

“Uh huh,” responded Melody, speeding up Dan’s thrusts.

“You want to be fucked don’t you…?”

“Uh huh…”

“You want to be fucked by a big black cock don’t you…?”

“WHAT?” yelled Melody, immediately trying to stop Dan from thrusting?

Dan stayed silent, hoping she would let it go and allow him to finish.

“Get the fuck off me, Dan!”

Melody pushed her husband off her naked body and pulled herself to her feet.

 

“What the fuck! Why the fuck would you say something like that while we’re having sex?”

Dan tried to explain, but Melody was not interested and began pushing him towards the door.

“Get out. GET THE FUCK OUT!”

As the door slammed in his face, Dan could hear Melody begin to cry on the other side. Dejected and angry with himself, he made his way down the stairs and prepared the couch for what turned out to be one of the most uncomfortable night’s sleep he had ever had.

In the morning, Melody came down the stairs and began making breakfast. Despite only pouring herself a bowl of cereal, she must have slammed at least five cupboard doors, causing Dan to wake with a start. After sitting up and trying to clear the slight fuzziness from his head, he suddenly remembered what had happened, and quickly made his way to the kitchen to talk to Melody.

“I’m not interested Dan,” she said, holding her hand up to quieten him. “I’ve told you that I don’t want anyone else but you, but you seem to refuse to accept it. And now… and now, you’ve decided that I don’t just want to cheat on you, but I want to do it specifically with a black man!”

 

Dan desperately tried to explain that it was not how it seemed, he had just been drunk. He knew she was not planning to cheat on him. It is just that he had seen these videos online, and, try as he might, he could not get them out of his head. Melody shoved her half-eaten bowl of cereal across the counter and declared that she was going to the gym. Dan watched as she grabbed her bag from the hallway and slammed the front door behind her.

“Shit,” he thought, “I’ve fucked up this time.”

Melody was furious and decided to take it out on the treadmill. Why did her husband have it into his head that she was going to cheat on him? She’d never done anything more than dance with another man since they got together, and even then if the man began to get a bit friendly, she’d always danced her way over to her friends to escape his wandering hands. In addition, why now a black man? In addition, why does he keep on watching these videos if it makes him feel this way?

Despite the many questions that were running through her head, by the time, she had finished her 10k run, and she still had no answers.

 

Dan jumped at the sound of the key in the door and sprung to his feet. Listening anxiously as Melody walked into the hallway, quietly placed her bag on the floor, and made her way to the kitchen to pour herself a drink, Dan expected that she would soon burst into the room and start shouting at him. However, she did not. Instead, she quietly walked to the doorway and looked at him with teary eyes.

“We can’t go on like this Dan,” she said softly, a solitary tear creating a wet trail on her cheek. “You can’t keep getting yourself wound up, convincing yourself that something’s going to happen. I mean… why do you even watch those videos if they make you feel like this?”

Dan went to answer but struggled to find the words.

“I…I can’t help it,” he finally managed. “It helps me feel like… like I have some control…”

“What do you mean? I don’t understand…”

“Well… this fear, this fear I have of you cheating on me, well, watching videos of other men being cheated on, it… it somehow helps. When your nightmare is your wife sleeping with another man behind your back, I guess videos like this make me… they make me feel like it’s not completely out of my control.”

 

“I still don’t get it, Dan!” Melody said, more tears forming in her eyes.

“Look… watch one with me… please…,” begged Dan, desperately hoping that seeing one might help her understand.

Melody did not know what to do. She loved her husband to pieces and was desperate for them to find a way of working their way through this, but she did not understand how watching a clip of someone having sex would help. Eventually, despite her uncertainty, and after seeing the desperation in her husband’s eyes, she quietly agreed.

“Ok.”

Dan opened up the laptop and typed in the URL to his favorite site. Despite feeling a considerable unease at showing just how familiar he now was with looking up porn, he was quietly relieved that Melody was willing to give him a chance. He was also conscious that he did not want to overwhelm or upset Melody, and so tried to be careful in which video he showed her, selecting one he remembered to be relatively tame.

As the clip begun, Melody sat in silence as a white woman – probably in her early thirties like her – welcomed an older, slightly overweight black man into the room. As she led the man towards the bed, Dan closely watched his wife’s face, looking for any sign of what she was thinking, and as the woman began undressing her guest, what he saw was a bright look of confusion.

 

“If this isn’t a professional film,” she began to ask, “whose recording?”

“Her husband,” replied Dan hesitantly, still observing her face for a reaction.

“Bu… WH… Why would her husband want to film, or even watch his wife having sex with another man?” she asked after a few moments, clearly bewildered.

“I guess this way he feels like he’s taking control. You know, rather than her going behind his back, he would rather he was part of it. Be involved in the enjoyment she gets from sleeping with other men…”

Melody did not respond, and despite an uncertain look on her face, continued to watch as the woman on the screen pulled the black man’s trousers down and released his large member from his briefs.

Before she had begun dating Dan, Melody had spent a night with a man who was VERY well endowed, and while she remembered enjoying the sex, she never mainly felt an uncontrollable urge to experience it again. The woman on the screen, however, seemed to find the size of her guest’s manhood irresistible and was now practically worshipping it with her mouth.

 

For the next 15 minutes, Dan and Melody sat there, watching as the camera operator’s wife sucked, licked and stroked the older man’s sizeable black member, before she moved on to her back and was fucked rhythmically in the missionary position. Finally, after the woman appeared to orgasm, the man began to grunt as he came inside her vagina.

Dan looked at Melody, and could immediately tell by the expression on her face that she still did not understand. Turning back to the screen slightly dejected, Dan quickly felt his heart race as he saw the woman in the video using her fingers to spoon cum from her vagina and feed it into her mouth.

“Fuck!” cursed Dan in his head, quickly closing the laptop down.

Melody sat quietly, not quite sure what to say.

“And this… helps you?” she finally asked, but in a less judgmental manner than Dan thought she might.

“Well… yeah…” he responded cautiously.

 

For a few seconds, Melody and Dan sat in uncomfortable silence until Melody finally took a deep breath.

“OK…” she responded, “I… I still do not understand, but if this is what you need to keep your insecurities under control, I’m OK with you watching these videos… but you need to realize that I am not like these women. I do not feel the urge to have sex with other men. I am happy with you, and I am happy with our sex life. Just make sure you are honest with me. Do not keep secrets. Ok?”

Dan nodded and turned the screen off, pleased that his wife had not harshly judged him for his faults.

Over the next few months, Dan openly spoke with Melody whenever his jealousy started to rise, often explaining how he had seen a stranger, or sometimes one of their friends, staring at her. He had even been able to convince her to watch some more videos with him, telling her that it helped him knowing that she was willing to support him.

Whenever she agreed, he initially ensured that the videos were pretty much more of the same, never too graphic or contentious. However, over time, Dan became increasingly curious as to his wife’s boundaries and started selecting more adventurous clips. To his surprise, whether he chose a video involving anal, two or more men, or one that ended with the woman receiving one or multiple facials, Melody would sit there quietly, giving nothing away as to what she was thinking.

 

Finally, during the sixth or seventh video they watched together, Dan decided to test the waters really, and so, as the woman on the screen was being unceremoniously fucked from behind while pleasuring another person with her mouth, Dan slowly slid his hand onto his wife’s lap. With little reaction, either way, he slowly moved his fingers towards her until the only thing stopping him from entering her was the thin material of her shorts. Preparing himself for an angry reaction, Dan paused shortly, but to his surprise, Melody just sat there, letting him do it.

Growing more courageous, Dan maneuvered his hand to the inside of his wife’s shorts, spread her surprisingly damp labia apart with his middle finger, and used her juices to lubricate and gently massage her increasingly exposed clit, occasionally allowing a finger to push inside of her. He carried on, unopposed, for the next three or four minutes until finally, the clip ended, and Melody turned to face her husband. Without saying a word, she gently removed his hand from her shorts, pulled him to his feet, and led him to the bedroom where they had the best sex they had had in months.

Afterward, Dan was on cloud nine. It was clear from her actions that his gorgeous wife was slowly beginning to enjoy the movies she would previously found so confusing, and after thinking of nothing else for the remainder of the day, he decided he would test the waters even further as soon as an opportunity presented itself.

This opportunity came a few days later when Melody and Dan came home from a meal with friends and soon found themselves having sex on the front room carpet. As he started getting close, Dan, fueled by alcohol, once again whispered in his wife’s ear, “You want to be fucked by a big black cock don’t you?” Unsure of how she would react, Dan stayed quiet, preparing for her to get angry. However, nothing. No reaction at all. Was that good or bad? Slightly confused, Dan carried on fucking his wife, eventually finishing by shooting his cum across her well-toned stomach.

 

That evening, Dan waited anxiously for Melody to bring his comment up, but she never did.

Over the next month or two, Dan and Melody continued to watch the occasional amateur video together, often having sex after they had finished. Having reasoned that it was during these moments that he would most likely get a reaction from his wife, whenever watching a video led to sex, Dan again whispered about being fucked by a big black cock. As before, Melody always remained quiet, until finally, on the fifth occasion, she responded.

“Uh huh,” she murmured, biting her lip as her orgasm grew.

Surprised, Dan kept it going.

“You’d love it wouldn’t you, having a big black cock stretching your tight white pussy.”

 

“Uh huh,” she again said as she began grinding her hips against Dan’s.

“You want to be used by black cock don’t you?”

“Uh huh…”

“You want to be fucked like a black cock whore…”

Melody’s orgasm exploded through her body, and as her muscles began contracting she squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples, her screams of ecstasy filling the room and surprising Dan with their volume. Usually, when she came, she would be reasonably subdued; almost holding it in before purring her satisfaction afterward, but this time was completely different. This was easily the loudest Dan had ever heard his wife come.

As they lay there afterward, Dan decided to bring the subject again up.

“Do you want to be…?”

Melody, who had been waiting for him to ask, immediately cut him off. “Of course I don’t. I was playing the role,” she said dismissively, hoping it would kill the conversation.

 

“Oh… ok,” said Dan, careful not to push it. However, he knew. He knew it was more than she simply ‘playing the role’ was from how her body had reacted.

Over the next month, the couple continued to watch more films together and continued to enjoy a flourishing sex life. Each time they had sex, Dan would continue to whisper in Melody’s ear, and each time she would react until climaxing with an intense orgasm. Eventually, Dan brought it up again.

“Are you sure you’re just playing along honey?”

“I’ve told you, Dan, and I have no intention of cheating on you.”

“But… but what if I was OK with it?”

Melody stayed silent as Dan thought carefully before saying his next sentence.

“What if we arranged it together and I watched?”

To his surprise and concern, Melody started to cry.

 

“Honey… why are you crying?”

“I love you, Dan. I don’t want to cheat on you…”

Dan felt guilty, worried that he would finally found her boundary, and overstepped it.

“…but…” she continued after a few moments, surprising her husband, “but I’m confused. Since we have started watching these videos together and since I have seen how much you enjoy it… how much they help you… I wonder… I wonder if we doing something like that would let you move past it and help us go back to how we used to be.”

Dan could not believe it. He had somehow managed to convince his loyal, faithful wife that it might be OK for her to have sex with another man so long as he could watch. Aware of the fragility of the situation, Dan shortly held his wife in his arms before responding.

“I think it might…,” he finally said, softly, hoping it would help ease her conflict.

Over the next few minutes, the couple laid in silence until Melody eventually sat up, and tried to shrug it off.

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