His Wife, My Toy: Part 1
Date: 10/18/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: PervyStoryteller, Source: LushStories
Saturday, May 24, 14:00 “You do understand that if you go through with this, I will call all the shots?” The man across the table makes as if to pull his glass towards him, then releases his grip on it. “Yes,” he says at last. “I understand that.” “I won’t put up with any prevarication,” I continue. “Either you’re prepared to go along with everything I decide, or we call the whole thing off.” This time, when the man touches his glass, he hoists it and drains about a quarter of a pint in one. His hair is greying at the temples, and he seems to find it difficult to establish eye contact with me. I don’t know much about him, but meeting him has led me to put him down as an accountant or one of those low-ranking bank people – not the ones who gamble the world into recession – who are heartily sick of their jobs. “I suppose that means that if we reach a point where we don’t want to play anymore, we just stop, right?” I hold my arms out. “If you don’t want to play anymore, I vanish from your lives just like that. Mind you, if you’re going to play the game, I don’t expect you to get cold feet over trifles.” The man nods again, going silent, thinking. “We…” he begins, then pulls up short. ‘We’ are himself and his wife, who hasn’t joined us. I should perhaps mention at this point that to protect the innocent (or not so innocent), where necessary I shall henceforth refer to the man as ‘Cuck’, and his wife as ‘Pet’ – even in dialogue, but I’m sure you understand the necessity for ...