“Belated Cuckolding”
It's funny how we can feel so smart and assured of so many things in ourselves and in our lives. We can be so definite about how we feel about some things, nothing will change our minds, we just know and that's that. Then one day .... without warning, something happens and it all changes. The walls tumble, the doors are all kicked open and what we once thought we knew, we now know, we just didn't know.
Karl sat at the table, holding a coffee mug, now cold to the touch and empty. The mug was tilted at an angle pointing towards him and he noted that it hadn’t moved for the past ten minutes or so. Across the table, or to be more precise, to the left side of the table, sat his ex wife Sher. She was a small blonde woman, 5 foot, curvy, small framed but with an attitude that could cut a sergeant major to a whimper in 2 minutes. She was 10 years younger than Karl and at 36 still only looked 25 or 18 from behind in tight jeans, like she wore on this day. Separated and divorced some years, having kids, they still met and chatted about various things and got on reasonably well. The purpose of this visit however, was to talk about some new requirements, due to the fact that this ex wife now had a new lover and had so for the past five months. That was the reason for the small photo on the table, one of this new lover and this was one fine looking man, an artist. Karl had spent the last hour listening to the details of all this, and it was just one kind of shock after the next. He had no idea about it for starters, even though he and Sher met weekly and his kids all knew and they had said nothing to him. Not only was he being told about it now, he was being told in intimate detail, very intimate detail. He was also being compared in many ways to this new man, his own weaknesses being rattled out, one after the other. All of this was so surprising, especially the way Sher opened up to him, when she had become so private over most personal matters since they separated. However, the biggest shock of all to Karl, was how he felt about it all. He knew things were over with this woman, even though they still went on walks, went to kid’s things together, met for coffee and had chats and even hugged on meeting each other. But this was different. This was now telling him, it was “All Over”, finished, ended, Done! And that is what started his feelings now. He felt happy inside, content, no, delighted. He gazed at his ex wife’s eyes, saw the happiness, couldn’t really remember ever seeing it quite like that before, not even on their wedding day and yet it made him happy. No, - more than happy. Excited, elated, blushing, risen, dammit, turned on by the whole thing. What on earth was happening here?
Sher had said she “loved the man, deeply, madly, he was an angel, a beautiful man, a real lover, made her feel complete, fulfilled, ecstatic, constantly aroused. He was so much more a lover than karl had ever been, more of a man than karl had ever been, attentive, responsive, she wanted to be around him every minute of everyday, she thought about him every waking moment.
And then it started to get even more intimate. Details of how they cooked together, played together, played cards and if she won, she knelt and gave him a blow job and if he won, he stood her up, bent her across the table, lifted her skirt took down her panties down and fucked her like no one ever has before as she squirmed, wriggled and pushed herself back out more to this man as he took her away to dreamland. She described his cock in detail,- how she loved sucking on it deeply,- how he pleased her with his tongue, how he kissed and this went on and on. --- The strangest part of all this, was the look on her face as she spoke. A kind of dreamy glazed distant look as she passed on detail upon detail. Even when it changed suddenly and she spoke directly to karl, saying “not like you, just a pig, but then you always were just a pig, just took me a while to figure it all out. ..... But then you know that don’t you sweety? ...You know you are just a pig, ...don’t you?. His mouth, still half open, he managed a mumbled kind of “yes, yes ... I do know that Sher” --“Well pig” she said sharply, “this coffee cup is empty, so get your useless ass over there and make some more”. Instantly karl felt himself rise, saying “yes dear” and move quickly in to his small apartment kitchen, beside where they sat and started fresh coffee, as he heard “good piggy” from his ex wife’s exquisite lips.
“I told Andre all about you of course and he said you did sound like a useless pig. He is so intelligent, mmmmmm” the raised voice said as karl prepared clean mugs. This heightened his senses even more, made him feel humiliated, yet excited, excited because he was feeling his place in all this, the one spurned, the one cast aside, making coffee ................hold on...the one cuckolded. No, he couldn’t be cuckolded, he was divorced. Surely you had to be married, or at least partnered, to be cuckolded. He would have to look it up. Hold on, what was he thinking? Look what up? A cuckold? What was going on?--- “I did tell him you could make decent coffee though pig, and he said well at least you can do something and I told him that it was still a pleasure to slap your stupid face at times. Mmmm “pig”, I like that name for you, --- that's what I’ll call you from now on”
Karls face just burned more and more and yet the feelings he was having, just wouldn't go away. He knew he sounded like a real dummy when he sheepishly responded, “Well you know I will do whatever I can to support you Sher and I just want to see you happy” --“Well right now, a mug of coffee will make me happy pig, whatever the hell you are doing over there, day dreaming probably, move your lazy ass” -- “Yes dear” he heard himself reply.
Sher was always sharp tongued with him, berating him constantly, even in front of others, family and friends. He learned early on that it simply wasn’t worth talking back. If he ever did, it usually lead to him being sent to a corner at their bedtime, as she took a vibrator from a locker drawer, and while he couldn’t see her, he knew she was lying back on the bed, her knees up and spread wide as she pleasured herself passionately with her toy, with the occasional “ohhh fuckk” and eventually her shaking orgasm came and the room went quiet. He knew to stay in the corner until told to come to bed and sometimes she would doze off and he would be left there for some hours, before she would awake and tell him to get into bed.
Karl accepted his wife’s general attitude during their marriage and he always knew, while he felt her harshness towards him, he also felt those tingles. She was a woman afterall, a beautiful one at that, intelligent, smart, sexy, but this was different. Now this beautiful woman was sharing intimate details about the wonderful new love of her life and calling him a pig, and he was feeling she was right.
But again, he thought, where on earth were these feelings coming from? He always felt cuckolds were just, well, strange, odd characters, how could a man act like that,..... of course he realised something just then, those words .... “a man”. He wasn’t a man, was he? No, he was a pig, just as his ex wife had described him.
But he was single now. Or was he? Could he really go his own way? Would he need to ask Sher first if he wanted to consider meeting someone. Would she just say “I’ll think about it pig”? With these new developments, his feelings became even more deeply ingrained, and he was finally seeing himself for what he really was. He was a submissive. He always was a submissive and always would be.
“Pig, the COFFEE - you stupid boy” The voice this time was a lot sharper – “Sorry yes Sher, coming now"
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