Daddy Knows Best

"A cuck is a cuckold." Linda explains. "It's a man who enjoys seeing his wife with other men. Especially ones with bigger...packages...and superior, um, abilities. The bigger man's sometimes called the bull." Camille titters slightly at that, Linda continues. "There's often a racial aspect to the kink but not always. Judging by everything that's happened tonight..." She pats my arm. "...Richard here is absolutely one. I'm not even sure he realized it."

"It's a fetish. A kink. A fairly common one." James says.

"A fetish?" Camille repeats.

James pinches her arm with a tease. "Yeah, like calling someone Daddy." He then confesses. "Or enjoying having someone call you Daddy. We all have our kinks. No shame in it. Richard's a cuck."

"A perfect cuck." Linda agrees.

"Richard?" Camille whispers. "Is this true?"

Slowly I push myself up off of her and look into her eyes a shattered man. I hesitantly and regretfully nod.

After what just happened I couldn't deny it if I tried. Even just hearing them talk about was titillating despite having just nutted. I certainly wasn't proud of it, quite the opposite in fact, but the truth was the truth. Besides, lying to Camille was not something I ever wanted to do. She needed to know what kind of pathetic wretch she was married to.

I nod again more firmly and say very quietly. "I'm...a cuck Camille. I'm...sorry."

Seeing my fragile pain Camille takes me by the cheeks and kisses me tenderly. There is no judgement, no resentment. She beams with a strange sort of pride. That same look she had given me in the past each time something deep and intimate was revealed between us. She was not disappointed but overjoyed to have learned of this new facet about the hidden me.

"It's okay baby." She whispers with an adoring smile. "It's okay. I love you Richard. I will always love you."

"I love you."

Blinking tears from eyes I lean in and kiss her deeply with all the love and devotion that I had kissed her with on the altar all those years ago. The Patterson's are quiet out of respect for this tender moment of union. As our kiss parts we both sigh, still madly in love with one another. I shift to my left, my dick slipping easily from Camille's warm creamy cunny, and settle in between the soft nude bodies of my wife and Linda.

James is the first to break the silence. He clears his throat and says in his deep smooth voice. "It's better than okay. It is wonderful."

"Uh oh." Linda says. "James, are you actually...?"

"Come on Lin, please. I really like these two." James replies.

"We just met them."

"Come on."

Linda nuzzles into my back and gives it a sucking kiss. "Mmm, okay. Fine. I like them too."

Camille turns her head and reaches her hand out. "What's up?"

James smiles warmly and takes her slender hand in his. He holds it and rubs it. "We...Linda and I...have been wanting to get out of the swinger life for a while now."

"Aww, Daddy, really?" The disappointment in my wife's voice was unmistakable. "But we just..."

He brings her hand to his mouth and kisses it. "No, you don't understand."

Linda continues her husband's thought as she plays with my earlobe. "We want to find a regular couple. A long term arrangement."

"There is so much stress and drama meeting new people." He says. "Especially...for obvious reasons." He motions downward.

I look up at him, the very epitome of the laid back older man, and quip. "Stress? You?"

He chuckles. With him now firmly established as the unassailable Alpha the tension between us from before was gone. "Yeah, believe it or not."

"We're tired of all the uncertainty and the always getting to know new lovers and their idiosyncrasies. And we're not as young as we used to be." Linda says. "We want a couple to hang out with. Do things with. Go sailing with. Spend weekends together. Experiment together. Just...a couple to be comfortable with, ya know?"

Camille slides her up James' arm and across to his chest where she pinches his nipple. "This isn't just because you like my pussy so much is it? Just because I can handle all of your big dong? You just want my body, is that it?"

He grins wide. "Well...that certainly is a factor! God damn!"

They all laugh.

"Don't pretend you didn't love it you little size queen." He jests. Camille blushes but laughs even harder. James then looks me straight in the eyes and tests me. "Thanks for keeping her so tight for me bud, I appreciate it."

The room goes quiet at James' direct snub of my size. Camille looks back at me nervously and waits to see what I'll do.

My heart is beating in my ears and I feel my spongy dick attempt to twitch to life at the belittlement. God I was such a freak! I avert my gaze downward yielding to his authority. "Er...sure." I mutter meekly. "My pleasure."

Camille takes in big gasp of air as she grins from ear to ear at my craven capitulation.

"Ha ha!" James exclaims as he slaps my shoulder and shakes me. "I LOVE this guy! You guys are the best! Come on, what about it. We'll be so good together. Linda and I will treat you right, I swear."

My wife is positively bubbling over with joy and excitement. There was no doubt whatsoever as to Camille's answer, clearly the thought of having James' and Linda on tap was appealing and I couldn't blame her for it. She'd sampled what sex could really be now. After tasting a perfectly done juicy steak it would tough to return to an exclusive diet of cocktail weenie.

"Please?" She pleads. "We'll have such fun together."

Linda's soft chubby body spoons me closer from behind, the feel of her and Camille to either side of me was wonderful. "Come on Richie boy, let's at least give it a try."

I look from one expectant face to the next. Each of them on pins and needles as to what I would say. I then settle my gaze onto the woman I loved, my soulmate, my best friend, my life partner. Love radiates from her like a warm fire as she await my answer. I knew she would respect whatever I said and support me unfailingly. The hurt inside me was still there. I could never give her what she needed, not sexually, I knew that now. I could never be everything for her as I once thought. But James could satisfy her in the ways I couldn't. I wanted only the best for my wife, her happiness was everything. And despite it all...the Patterson's really were a nice couple.

I take a breath. "Well...Camille always has wanted to go sailing..." I could feel the mood of the room lift. "...and besides..." I look up to our new full time bull. "...Daddy knows best."

"YES!" Camille hoots in celebration as the others laugh and cheer.