The Next Day

We were sitting at the coffee table, me reading a magazine and Maris on her phone. It was a long day at work for both of us and we were just... sitting.

“I want you more involved.” Maris said out of the blue.

“Honey, what did we say about context? I can’t read your mind,” I reminded her, before muttering under my breath “yet...” It was a little joke we both liked to make.

“Sorry, I meant to say I want you more involved in the planning process for our next sex event.”

“In what way?”

“I want you to help plan the event. I still want to be in control of who we invite, but I want you to be more involved in the story and setting of the scene.”

“What about communicating with the... other woman?” I was still a bit unsure about all the terminology surrounding what we are doing.

“Usually the other woman in a relationship like this is called a ‘cake’, which is short for cuckake. I’m not sure about the exact etymology of the term, obviously the ‘cuck’ is from ‘cuckold’, which is derived from-”

I snapped my fingers, “Maris, focus. You wanted me to be more involved in the planning of the scene. I am wondering how we will make sure the cake is fine with what I am planning.”

“Don’t worry about that. Not to get into the details, but, let’s just say the ‘reviews’ are in, and I have more than enough people lining up.” Maris was especially pleased by that last part, “So, I can always find a woman to fit the scene. Once we get to the later stages, when I’ve narrowed it down, I will go over the details with the prospective person. Though, naturally, it is entirely possible to do this without spoiling the scene.

“What about what they want?”

Maris looked a bit confused, “Who?”

“The cakes. I’m sure that each one would have an idea of what they would want in a scene, not just a list of turn offs.”

Maris stammered a bit, “I... never really thought of that, if I’m honest.” She looked a bit worried, “Does that make me a bad person?”

I laughed, just a bit to cut the tension, “No, of course that doesn’t. You obviously tried to keep in mind that people have their dislikes, and you clearly have been doing something right. It’s just that sometimes you, and trust me when I say this without any emotion or...” I thought for the word, “malice, forget about what other people think.”

“They never really brought it up...” Maris said a bit sheepishly.

“There’s probably some unwritten rule,” I said those last two words with a bit of venom, “about asking for that. But, again, I want to make it clear that everybody seems to have loved the events. And I’m including myself in that.”

Maris started to speak, but I interrupted her, “Yes, I know that asking for such things would be awkward in the best of circumstances. You get the classic ‘dinner dilemma’, where asking someone what they want just leads to them passing the buck back to you. Again, you did nothing wrong, and in fact I would say that I bet the women that did agree appreciated how forward you were.” I knew Maris really internalized any negative feedback, so I tried to make myself very clear.

“What I want to do is...” I thought for a bit for a metaphor or analogy. “I want to develop the game for the system. Think of it like game development. Instead of making a game, then trying to fit it on any system that can fit it, you find a system and make the best game you can for that system. Look at the Wii, there’s a world of difference between a proper Wii game that utilizes the hardware, and some shovelware just slapped onto it with little actual care for the system’s capabilities.”

Understanding dawned on Maris’s face. “Right, because then you not only avoid the limitations of the system, but can exploit the latent strengths. I can think of the desires of the cakes as their strengths, and their dislikes as their weaknesses. Before, I was just using exclusionary searches, not additive searches.”

“Right, I think, so before we get started, I want you to pick your ‘top 3’ candidates that have the strengths that most align with you, and present them to me. Give me a... character sheet for all of them. Feel free to explicitly ask them what’s up, even saying that I am going to be heading this operation, and that you need some information on them.”

Maris got up and left, no doubt going to contact the women herself right away. I didn’t set a strict time table, as I knew how... inconsistent some people could be online, so really I didn’t know when this would be brought up next.

As I read my magazine, I remarked on the last few weeks. Honestly, I was surprised that everything had gone as well as it had. Maris can be either a bit much, or not enough, for people. It showed how much she wanted this to work that she put in that much effort.

For my part, while I know for a fact I will not reach close to the level of... dedication that Maris puts, I still wanted it to be good. For me, obviously, but most importantly for Maris. I knew that a large part of the pleasure she derived was from the pleasure I was feeling, so making it good for me was making it good for her as well. I got a piece of paper, intending to jot down some ideas, but kept drawing a blank. I’m terrible with blank pages, I needed something to start with.

As usual, porn provided the answer. I was perusing some of the of the usual sites, everything from live action video, animations, literature, comics, and even roleplay sites. And... I really hated 99% of what I saw. All of this cuckquean stuff was so... hateful. So spiteful. And a lot of it was centred around “biology” or “evolutionary psychology” which was the worst, mainly because of how factually wrong that was. Yes, many men in history had many wives, but that wasn’t necessarily due to some innate need for a man to have many wives, but due to the inherent power structures of the time and culture. In fact...

I stopped myself before I descended into yet another tirade about pseudo-psychology and pseudo-biology. But, I tried to make note of my feelings, where it was enjoyable and not, and how each scenario correlated.

One thing I liked was when all participants were happy. Not just the man and the ‘cake’, but the cuckquean as well. However, for me, it had to be a very particular form of “happy”. A sad partner was negatively arousing, it actively killed a scene. A partner looking on as the man fucked another woman was... neutral, if I’m honest. It didn’t disgust me, but it wasn’t particularly exciting. The same about the partner merely setting up the meeting and wanting the juicy details later. That felt more like the partner was just a lewd friend than someone actively in the scene.

There was also a surprising number of what I termed as “physically unavailable cuckqueaning”, where the partner shared the man due to some extenuating circumstance. A few had it be distance, like the partner was away on business and gave permission to the man to have fun, some were physical, as in the partner couldn’t physically have sex for whatever reason. While obviously not as bad as the abusive and mean cuckqueaning, it still felt unfair.

I was watching one video when it hit me, I wanted Maris to be a part of the scene. I looked through a few comics and videos I had viewed, and confirmed my feeling. When the cuckquean is actively involved in the physical act of sex, it’s much more exciting. It confirms that not only is the cuckquean OK with what is happening, but is actively deriving pleasure.

Now, obviously, the best solution would be a simple threesome. Maris gets to see me have sex and is also having sex, and thus directly deriving pleasure. But, that obviously wouldn’t really do it for Maris. She’s big on the scene, the character, the motivation, not just the action. Simply being “Kyle and Maris fuck another woman” would be boring, even if it would be perfectly fine for me. And, of course, that made it not fine for me.

Then I tried to narrow it down to a few more categories. There were a few where the partner did what amounted to “running commentary”, but I felt that was a bit cheesy.

There was one running series of images about a boyfriend who literally did not care about his girlfriend bringing other women to fuck him, and that really go to me. Maybe it was because I really resonated with the main guy, it felt like I could relate to him. I love Maris, I love sex with Maris, and if she wants to bring in another woman, fine. I kind of treat it like she’s bringing in a sex toy.

Unfortunately, that is great for a couple of four panel comics, but really hard to build actual emotional investment. Especially when I am the one planning the thing. You can have “enthusiastic non-enthusiasm".

This is tricky. I do not want any ****, cheating, backstabbing, or really any negative feelings in general, and I really don’t think Maris would either. I like happy sex, where all three of us are having a good time. I am fine with a little environmental ****, where something is forcing, or at least greatly encouraging, the sex to happen, but I don't want any one party to have power over the other. I would like Maris to be physically involved, not just coming in after.

I had a sense of what I wanted, not I just wanted to know what the other women wanted. Maybe the problem is that I can’t be truly proactive because I don’t want to either be disappointed or try to convince someone of my desires.

But, I did get some interesting ideas, and some knowledge about what I really didn’t want. I think it would be best to wait for Maris’s report. In the meantime, I filed my notes away in a little envelope on my desk.