Like Two Jacks in the Night

You turn out the light for the living room and head to bed just as a big SUV pulls up in the driveway, it’s lights flashing into your eyes as it parks. Jesus. How do they blind me even in my own house?

Abby hops out of the SUV and walks around to the driver side. The window lowers and she pokes her head in. “No, I’m serious. I’ll be fine.”

You look through the blinds but the bright lights make it hard to see. She’s standing on her tiptoes, barefoot. Whoever is in the car is blacked out as far as you can see.

“Oh! I can’t wait! That will be so much fun!”

A hand touches her shoulder. Is that a man’s hand? God, it’s so hard to see…

She steps up on the foot railing and leans in even more before hopping down and walking to the door. When she gets the door open, the SUV pulls out and heads down the street.

“Who was that?” you ask, still looking down the street as if you’ll figure out who the driver is even though they’re long gone.

“A new friend I met yesterday.” Abby smiles. She turns on the dim lights to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of wine. “So how did it go?”

You nearly shout you’re so excited to tell her news. “I got a job! I got a call back like twenty minutes ago saying I got a tech support job! It’s all from home, so I don’t even need to worry about a car or the bus. And it makes thirty-kay a year!”

Abby takes a sip of wine and looks down at you, at least without her heels the height difference isn’t so much. Still, her imperious pose makes her seem like she resides in a castle far above you.

“Good.” She turns and heads to the living room and turns on the tv.

Good? That’s it? “Um, yeah. It is good. We should celebrate. We don’t need to do the whole chastity focus on getting a job thing anymore.”

“I’m tired.” She frowns at first but after taking another sip of wine she looks at you with devious eyes. “Besides, you don’t want to fuck. You want to be cucked.”

“Oh, come on, that was-”

“Was what?” She interrupts. “You loved it. Look.” She flicks her phone and casts to the eighty-inch big screen.

You watch as you jerk to the image of a woman’s pussy filled with her bull’s cum, and that bull’s cock off to the side. You hammer away at your dick and then shout, “Yes! Take that big dick!”

Abby laughs and then presses the back button to skip back thirty seconds to watch it over, and then again and again. She laughs each time as if she’s watching someone deliver the greatest punchline. Laughing uncontrollably until you say your lines and then bursts into laughter again.

“Oh my god! Ha, ha! See? You don’t want to fuck me. You want me to take a big dick.”

“Well, I was saying that to the porn star.”

Abby’s face turns dark. “You weren’t thinking of me? God, Jack! This is the exact reason I hate porn, because you fantasize about other women. Am I not good enough for you?”

“Of course, you are!” This just went from bad to worse.

She jumps to her feet, sloshing the rest of her wine back in one gulp. “That’s bullshit. You just said you were saying it to the porn star.”

You were cornered, how can you get out of this one? “Yeah, I… Well, I lied. I was thinking of you, I just thought you might get offended.”

Her shoulders slacken and she tilts her head. Her face bunches in pity. “Offended?” She walks over to you and embraces you in a tight hug. “Why would I be offended?” Her lips whisper into your ear. “You want me to get fucked by a big cock. What’s wrong with that?” She slides her head around until her lips are right over yours. “That’s very kind of you, sweetheart.”

You press forward for a kiss but she backs up and yawns.

“Come on. Let’s watch our show and then go to bed. I’m so tired, I might just fall asleep on the couch.” She takes you by the hand to the couch and sits down. As we watch the show, she leans against you until she huffs in frustration. “Just scoot down so I can lay my head in your lap.”

Fuck yeah! This would be the perfect opportunity to get her to suck your dick!

She lays her head in your lap for a couple seconds but then lifts her head up and pats your leg. “Take these off. They suck.”

You couldn’t agree more. You quickly unbuckle and unzip to practically throw your pants off.

She lays her head back down and continues watching the show. Your hand slides along her side and you notice her clothes look as fresh as they were when she left yesterday.

“Did you wash your clothes?”

“And ironed them.”

“Really? I thought you were nursing a hangover.”

“It’s not hard to throw some clothes in the wash and then iron them.”

“So you were just in your bra and panties at Shannon’s?”

“What? No. I washed my bra and panties too.”

“So you were naked?” The thought of her and Shannon naked is super hot and your dick comes to attention.

“Well, yeah. Didn’t you notice that my hair is washed? I took a shower.”

“Oh!” Holy fuck, holy fuck! Did they shower together? Should I ask?

“I’m having lunch with Aub tomorrow. You can come if you want.”

“I thought she hated me.”

“She does, but you’re mine. I take you where I want, when I want.”

A little bossy but, okay.

Her hand slides over your thigh and up your boxers. Her fingers grip your dick and balls into her hand. “Mine.”

You slide down a little to push your hips out for her to have more room for your dick.

“What do you think about getting a cage?”

“What? What do you mean?” You shout. She can’t possibly mean a cage for your dick, right? You pant from both your heart rate jumping and her rolling you in her fingers, but what’s got your brow sweating is that she asked you for your opinion. She never asks for your opinion.

“I mean a cage for this little guy.” She sits up and looks you in the face. Her beautiful green eyes sparkle. “Don’t you want to explore this more? I’m so excited, my little Jack. I haven’t been this excited in so long.”

“Well…” Damn, when she puts it that way, how are you suppose to say no? “What do you mean explore? You want to… um…” ‘Fuck other guys’ comes to mind but you can’t say it.

“Explore your cuckold fantasy.”

“My cuckold fantasy? I don’t want to be cucked.”

“Sure you do. Shush,” she says, putting a finger on your lips as you try to complain. “You just didn’t know it was what you wanted. This is just who you are.”

“I’m not-”

“Baby, it’s okay. I’m okay with it. I accept you. As strange as it may be that you want to see me with a big dick in me, I actually think it’s amazing of you.”

You were just about to say you don’t want to see her with a big dick in her, but the genuine tone to her voice makes you question. “You think it’s amazing?”

“Yes! You love me so, so much that not only do you want the best for me, a big, thick cock, but you’re willing to put me first. You’re willing to give me over to another man so I can experience what I deserve. And that’s so selfless and brave of you. And it tells me you trust me.”

What the fuck! You can’t believe this. She’s talking about fucking someone else. Fucking a bigger dick.

“You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Oh, um… Well… Yeah. I do.”

“Good. It’s settled. Tomorrow, we’ll go to lunch with Aub and we’ll get this little guy a cage.” She turns back to the tv to finish watching the show.

You sit there, trying to puzzle out how to get out of this. Abby enjoyed your humor but didn’t have much of her own. She’s always serious. You take a deep breath. It’s okay. You have time. You’ll figure it out. You still have a smoking hot girlfriend. You still got a sweet job today. Things are good.

Abby turns around and puts her feet on your lap as she lays out on the couch.

“Give me a massage. It’s time we got back to my kinks, too. If we’re going to explore your cuck kink, I want to go deeper into my **** fantasy.”

Oh fuck! You’d hoped to talk her out of this. You actually don’t mind doing the things she’s asked; sucking her toes and licking her feet, sure, no problem. Eating her out for over an hour until she cums, please and thank you. Making all the meals and serving her at the dinner table, breakfast in bed, or in front of the tv, absolutely. It’s the being naked with a collar on that you were worried about. She only mentioned it once, as if it will be a reward for your excellent service or something. Luckily, when she had said no sex, the servitude stuff went out the window as well. Wait a minute, this might be a way out!

“Well… maybe we should just focus on one at a time. Which would you rather do, the **** or cuck fantasy?”

Surely, she’ll say the **** fantasy since it’s her fantasy.

“We can do both. Your cuck fantasy fits perfectly into my **** fantasy. This is why we were meant to be together.” She smiles at me with warmth and love. “Your fantasy serves my fantasy perfectly. Now, back to work.” She wiggles her feet in your lap and you obey.

You watch the show and when the credits roll, she heads to the bedroom. Her tight outfit makes your dick rock hard, but it thinking about the freshly washed clothes makes you wonder.

“Hey. I though Shannon drove a Civic.”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, who brought you home.”

“Oh, that? He’s a new friend I met yesterday. You two are going to get along really well.”