Slipping into Depravity Ch. 16

SAM

"THE CUCKOLDING!!! Da Dah Dahhhhhhh!"

As we walked back to the car, Leroy beside us, Kayley under my arm. Once again, I found myself unsure.

There had been the uncontrollable white hot arousal when I'd sat in the toilet stall, breathlessly listening to each word that dripped through my phone, feeling a surge of excitement every time a photo jumped up on my screen. The intensity of it hit me like a freight train, a big sexual wallop that overwhelmed me, not just the images and words but what it all represented, the acts that I thought were taking place. I wasn't lying to Kayley when I said my ejaculation practically punched through the door. I'd actually spattered the door, it had been that intense.

Then after, finding it had all been an act? I felt like I should have been humiliated, and I was. But both Kayley and Leroy were so careful to try to reassure me. And they did take a lot of the sting out of it. But there wasn't any way it wasn't awkward.

I mean, why had I even even agreed to go to the bathroom in the first place? I should have refused. Why had I sat there and done nothing but listen to them talk and look at pictures? I should have gone back out there. Instead, I'd jerked off.

So... maybe, even if I didn't want to admit it, maybe it was in me?

Maybe I was into it?

It was a weird thing to contemplate. We have all these expectations, these ideas of who we are. Who we are supposed to be.

Someone like in the stories and articles that Leroy had sent us, someone sitting there, pulling on his dick, watching while someone else had sex with his wife, that didn't feel like me.

Except. Maybe it was me, after all? Maybe I was into it more than I realized? I enjoyed watching Kayley flirt with other men. I'd been excited and encouraging when she'd had sex in the bar with strange men. Hell, I'd pushed her to do it, not hard, but I had pushed. I had to admit it.

I'd been fascinated and aroused watching Leroy fuck Kayley during our extended threesome. Every time he fucked her, I had been fascinated and aroused.

I'd even helped him, fucking on command while he fingered her like a musical instrument, and then fingering her during that epic blow job at his apartment. I'd been like some sort of sex-assistant.

I didn't even know why I'd done that.

And now this?

So maybe it was in me. Second banana? Second rater? Second place in my own life? A cuck getting off as my girl fucks someone else?

As we approached, I unlocked the car doors. Kayley broke away, heading for the passenger side.

A thought flickered through my head so quickly I almost didn't catch it, except for the way it made my cock tingle.

I had to say it.

"So," I said, hesitantly, "given we're doing this, should you get in front with me? Or would you like to ride in the back with Leroy?"

Both of them stopped. Kaley looked surprised.

Leroy looked wary but intrigued. He watched us both, waiting.

She looked from me to Leroy, chewing her lip thoughtfully. Abruptly, she made a decision.

"I'll ride in the back," she announced, heading for the rear passenger door. My stomach did a flip flop, but I could feel my cock swelling. I felt weird, like I had both won and lost at the same time.

Leroy smiled at me, as he got into the rear drivers side. As he slid in, Kayley gave a small happy squeal that speared through me like a tiny bolt of lightning. Excitement and trepidation. Winning and losing.

He's coming home with us, I thought, and he's going to fuck her right in front of me, in my bed, while I stand there and do nothing. He fucks her better, she likes it more from him. And she's going to love it. I wanted it, but it terrified me.

I am a condemned man, chauffeur for my own emasculation.

I got in the car, started up, and pulled out.

I glanced in the rear view mirror, seeing Kayley and Leroy holding hands, smiling at each other. He bent his head, so she could whisper. I looked away.

We made small talk off and on, along the way. Mostly Leroy and Kayley, I was distracted by thoughts about what was going to happen, and the need to focus on the road. I had to be careful not to look in the rearview mirror. But I could imagine them making out right now in the back seat.

"We're not making out, by the way," Leroy said.

Motherfucker! The wheel jerked in my hand, I glanced in the rearview, they were both sitting quietly, separately.

"And that's why," Leroy said. "I know this is tough on you, Sam."

"I'm fine," I said too quickly.

"I was tempted," he said. "But I didn't want to distract you and cause an accident."

"I'm okay," I said quickly. He was too fucking nice, it would be better if I didn't like him so much. I bit my lip, feeling stubborn. "I don't mind. If you'd like, I can pull over for a minute, or a few minutes if it will make you feel safer."

"That's all right," Leroy said.

"No," I insisted, staring straight ahead. "It's fine."

I pulled into a parking lane, and eased into a spot. I moved the stick into parking gear, and then as an afterthought, I turned off the lights and killed the engine. My heart was starting to race.

What the fuck was I doing? Was I trying to prove something to myself? To them?

"There," I said, tersely. "See. You can go ahead. I don't mind."

For a few seconds, there was nothing. Then I heard it. A soft sigh. The rustle of of clothing. The smack of lips. Masculine breath. There was a tiny squeak of pleasure. The sound of weight shifting against the back seats.

I could feel sweat along the back of my neck.

It went on. It wasn't as loud as I expected or sweaty, or as passionate. It just continued, these soft occasional tiny sounds.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. I looked in the rearview mirror. They were exchanging gentle intimate kisses. Sometimes brief and teasing, sometimes exploring, sometimes longing. They weren't leaning into each other, or embracing. Rather, they were just touching, slow and gentle.

"I think that's enough," Leroy said softly. He looked towards me. I shifted my eyes from the mirror, staring straight ahead.

"Okay," Kayley said.

"You know," Leroy said. "I think you should be up front the rest of the way."

"That's a good idea," she agreed.

She stepped out of the car, and then opened the front passenger and slid in beside me. I turned my head to look at her. She was grinning.

"Hey you!" she said. "Miss me?"

"Tons," I replied.

"Then c'mere," she reached out, pulling me towards her and kissed me passionately. It was a devouring kiss that went on and on. As we melted into each other, her hand slid down my shirt, into my trousers, feeling my erection.

She smiled, as we parted, her hand still in my underwear, wrapped around my cock.

"Just checking," she grinned.

As I put the car in gear and drove, her hand withdrew from my trousers. She sat more or less normally, but she still kept a hand on my thigh or my hip as we drove. I relaxed, taking one hand off the wheel. It drifted down near my stick shift. As she stared out through the windshield, Kayley's digits crept into my palm, and our hands joined lightly, fingers intertwining.

I glanced at her, to see her smiling and happy, and couldn't help but smile myself. From the corner of my eye as I drove, I noticed her turning her head to look at me. Once or twice, we looked at each other at the same time, eyes just a little brighter.

We'd be in the moment together, the two of us, Leroy forgotten, where we were going next, what we were going to do, all that forgotten. It was just me and Kayley, in this timeless instinct, happy together. I could have driven all night like that.

But the apartment building wasn't far away. I pulled into the parkade, heading for our spot. After we parked, Kayley leaned over and gave me a quick, curiously chaste, kiss on the cheek.

"Showtime!" she whispered so quietly that only I heard.

I turned to kiss her on the lips, but she was already pulling away, getting out on the passenger side, on the same side Leroy was exiting from behind. As she closed her door, he loomed from behind her. She turned around, and he took her in his arms, kissing her passionately, as she returned his embrace. From the other side of the car, I watched my love make out with another man. As their lips parted, Leroy looked directly at me.

"She's mine now, Sam," Leroy told me.

The way Kayley was hanging off him, her arms around his neck, her head pressed against his chest, looking at me, made that perfectly clear.

"Until I give her back."

There was something gloating in the way he said it, that sent chills running down my spine.

"If I give her back," he said. Then he laughed.

"It will be okay, Sam," Kayley assured me. "You'll see."

But it was hard to feel comfort with those assurances the way she was plastered all over Leroy.

"Guys," I said, "I have to admit, I'm really nervous about this."

Leroy looked at me, calm, commanding, completely in charge. He was so collected it was unreal, while I felt like a trembling basket case. I felt weak and inadequate. What the fuck was I doing, handing my girlfriend over. The prospect was terrifying.

Except, maybe, I thought, with despair, it was too late. Maybe I'd already handed her over, back in the restaurant, or at Leroy's place, or maybe just that first night when I'd ordered her to take off her panties and go to him. It's a complete mind fuck to realize that maybe, just maybe, it was game over from the first minute. Right out the starting gate, he'd won and I'd lost, I'd given the game away. And it had just taken all this time to get here, to get to the point of no more pretending, it would be official.

"That's all right, Sam," he said. "It's normal to feel that way. You'll accept it."

I was trying not to tremble.

"I don't know."

Kayley looked up at him questioningly. He glanced down, meeting her eyes.

"Then let's test it, Sam," Leroy said. "Are you hard?"

"What?" The question had thrown me. My nervousness, my emotions were so overwrought it was hard to think straight.

"Are you hard?" Leroy repeated patiently. He was looking at me, but Kayley was watching him intensely. "Nerves is one thing, everyone has them. But if you're hard, you're into it. It's something you want. And if not..."

He shrugged.

Kayley turned her head to look at me, not speaking, watching neutrally.

Was I hard? Sort of. I mean, I was keyed up. Kayley had fondled me for half the drive. But I realized that my trepidation and nervousness had stolen my hardness. Without Kayley's stimulation, I was at best, half mast. More. I could feel my cock full. But I didn't think I was hard. Or was I.

"No," I said. "I'm not hard. Not really. I don't think so."

Kayley was staring directly at my crotch. My stomach did flip flops. My knees were shaking. I could feel my cock growing rigid under her careful neutral stare.

"Show us," Leroy said calmly.

"What?"

"Take it out and show us," he ordered. "If it's hard, we'll know. If it's not, we'll say fuck it. We'll go dancing or something, or we'll do something else. We'll go to the bar and pour shots into you until your agitation goes away and we're all friends again."

"Oh," I said.

"Take it out, Sam," Kayley said quietly.

"Take it out."

Out here, in the parkade? Out in the open?

"What?" I said. "Here? This is a public place. I could get arrested."

"There's no one here, Sam," Leroy said. "Just us. Show it to us."

For some reason, the thought of indecent exposure, exposing myself in public like some raincoat pervert, being scrutinized, was doing strange things to my body. Adrenalin was surging through me, fight or flight reflexes kicking in. I felt light, even strong, but also weak. I could feel myself surging, my cock stiffening rapidly. It was hard to think. I felt trapped.

"But... what about security cameras?"

Leroy sighed noisily.

"Sam," he said, in a flat tone that brooked no opposition, "stop screwing around and show it to us."

The command was a further humiliation, a further terror. With no way out, I unzipped and unbuttoned, and lowered my jeans.

My erection sprung rampant, fully engorged.

Leroy and Kayley stared at it, as I stood there helplessly, like an idiot with my dick out. Kayley looked up at Leroy. He glanced down and nodded slightly. Then he sighed.

"Okay, Sam," Leroy said. "Put it away, and follow us."

Arm in arm, they turned, dismissing me, and began walking to the elevator. I could hear them whisper to each other. I stood there a moment longer, a loser with a useless erection on display. Then I pulled up my pants and scampered after them breathlessly.

In the elevator, I was red faced and panting, from exertion or embarrassment, I wasn't sure which. Leroy and Kayley stood in the center of the elevator, his arm draped around her shoulders, her leaning into them. Their body language made it very clear that they were together. I wedged myself into a corner and tried not to cringe.

The elevator stopped. Someone got on, a middle aged man. He glanced at Leroy and Kayley, they nodded pleasantly at him and made room. He glanced at me and dismissed me immediately. After three floors, he got off.

"Sam," Leroy said, after he left and the elevator kept ticking off, "I'm sorry I had to do that to you. You understand, don't you?"

He wasn't looking at me. I wasn't in his line of sight, nor hers. He was speaking to empty air.

I blushed, new waves of embarrassment, washing over me. I was psychologically cornered. What could I say?

"Yeah. I understand," I said.

"Good," he seemed to hug Kayley closer, and she seemed to nestle, both excluding me.

Then, he looked down at Kayley, her face turned up to his. They kissed in the elevator, right in front of me. The kiss was intimate, warm and passionate. There wasn't anything fiery though. It was the sort of kiss a man gives his girl, because she belongs to him, and they both know it.

I could feel my treacherous cock stiffening.

I followed them down the hallway to our apartment. They remained together, I trailed along behind. Leroy separated from her long enough for her to get the keys and open the door. They kissed again, this time Kayley initiated it, her hands moved over his body, it was hungry. They smiled, looking at each other.

The door swung open, and Leroy followed her through.

I approached. Leroy held the door open for me, hand on the inside doorknob.

"Come in, Sam," he said.

Jesus, the world had turned upside down. He was inviting me into my own apartment?

I passed under his gaze, he shut the door and locked it. Leroy took off his coat and looked around expansively.

"So this," he announced, "is Chez Kayley."

Not 'Chez Sam and Kayley. Not Chez Kayley and Sam. Nothing like that. It was an obvious and deliberate omission, we all knew it. But it made me feel that much smaller.

"I like it," Leroy announced, taking Kayley into his arms and kissing her. "It's very you."

The kiss went on and on, as I stood there uselessly. Part of my agony now was uncertainty. I knew and understood why we were here. I knew what was going to happen. But getting there, getting through the next few seconds, the next few minutes was a yawning void of uncertainty.

"So," Kayley whispered, to him, finally breaking the kiss. She leaned against his chest. "You're the... expert. How do we do this?"

She didn't acknowledge me at all, it was entirely between her and Leroy.

"Slowly," Leroy said. "And carefully."

He turned to me then.

"Sam," he said, "you need to take off all your clothes."

He glanced around the room, and then pointed.

"And then sit there."

"Uh... why?" I asked.

"Kayley and I are going to sit on the love seat, and we're going to make out. Petting, kissing, stroking. We're going to do that for a while, until we're all comfortable, then we're going to go into the bedroom and Kayley and I will undress."

"Oh." It actually sounded like a good plan, slow foreplay before moving. There was just something I didn't understand.

"I get that," I said. "I even like it. It feels..."

Careful? I thought. Respectful? It was weird to think in term of being respectfully cuckolded.

"... all right. But, why do I have to be naked for it?"

"Because you need to make yourself vulnerable," he said. "You need to make yourself helpless and passive. Give up this armour of masculinity. Your clothes are a shell. You're going to move beyond that."

"So, basically," I said, "if I'm naked I'll be too intimidated to make trouble?"

Kayley was watching thoughtfully, Leroy's arm still surrounding her. Leroy sighed.

"I don't want to intimidate you, Sam. That's the furthest thing from what I want to do. In this context, intimidation would be toxic. It would be abusive. I don't want to do that to you, Sam. I like you, and I want this to be a growing experience for you."

"Being a cuck, Sam," he said, "is about embracing your weakness. There's nothing to be ashamed of, or afraid of in weakness. But we all are. We're weak, and we're terrified of showing it, we spend our lives lying to ourselves, denying, tying ourselves up in knots."

I wasn't sure what that had to do with me being naked in our living room while he made out with my girl on the couch. He must have seen the look in my eye. He tried again.

"Our clothes, sometimes they're a statement we make. Sometimes they're like armour, protecting us. Sometimes, they're what we hide behind. Nudity is when we're most honest, most vulnerable, most ourselves. Clothing is a shield. You need to let that go. Don't hide from yourself. You're going to watch us, you're going to enjoy it, you'll be hard. Accept that, don't try to hide it from yourself or us."

I could see his point, and it was persuasive, or almost so. Vulnerability, honesty, emotional journey.

Or maybe it was just about emasculating the cuck. Or pre-emasculation. Enforcing a preliminary humiliation and submission. I was starting to sweat.

"Sam," Kayley said quietly, from inside Leroy's arms, her voice neutral. "Just do what you're told. That's why you're here: To do what you're told."

I froze for a second, and then started undressing. It had come from Kayley, and I couldn't defy that. She'd made her point, it was Leroy's show. Maybe he was serious about everything he said, like he was the cuckold shaman. Or maybe it was about fucking me over. But we were here, there wasn't anything to do but go through it.

For just a microsecond though, I wondered, which side she was on.

"Sit down, Sam," Leroy said. He guided Kayley to the love seat, but instead of sitting down with her, he pulled up another kitchen chair and sat facing me. I sat covering my genitals with my hands.

He looked down.

"Don't do that," he said gently. "Take your hand away."

Slowly, I took my hands away. I was hard, wildly hard. Beads of precum had already formed on my cock, oozing down its length.

"I can't help it," I said. It was just an extremely sexually charged situation. I couldn't stop it.

"You don't have to apologize," he said gently. "And I don't want you to hide it. That's your body, your emotions being honest. It's a good thing."

I nodded. Maybe he was right about nudity and emotional vulnerability. I felt really fucking vulnerable.

"Now Sam," Leroy said, "I need to go over some ground rules with you, so you understand your role and your place. I'm going to tell them to you, and you're going to repeat them back to me, and most important, you need to accept each one in your heart. Are you okay so far?"

"Yeah," I guess.

"All right, First Rule - You are not in control. You are not in control of anything. Not even your own body. You give up control completely."

"Okay, right. First rule."

"Repeat it, Sam," he said patiently.

"Uhm... I'm not in control. Not of anything. I give up."

"Repeat it exactly the way I said it," he insisted.

I swallowed.

"First rule - I am not in control. I am not in control of anything, not even my body. I give up control completely."

Leroy smiled.

"Okay, that was the tough one. It'll get easier. Second rule - nudity. You are to be naked, you are not to wear clothes until it is over and you are expressly given permission. Until you are expressly given permission to wear clothes, you will follow this rule."

I nodded.

"Second rule - nudity. I am to be naked, I am not to wear clothes until it is over and you give express permission. Until you give permission to wear something, I will obey this rule."

"Good," Leroy said. "Third rule - Kayley is absolutely off limits to you. You do not touch her without my permission. You do not interact with her in any way, don't look her in the eye, don't even speak to her, or to ask her permission to speak to her."

That one felt extreme. I glanced at Kayley.

"Don't look at her," Leroy said. "Look at me."

I felt like a kid caught sneaking a cookie.

"I'm not making shit up. There's a reason for each one of these rules, and you'll come to understand and appreciate that. As we go along, we may soften them. But in the meantime, you have to accept them, and accept them as hard rules."

I nodded and took a deep breath.

"Third rule - Kayley is off limits to me. I do not touch her in any way. I don't even look her in the eye. I do not interact with her in any way. Not even to speak to her. I do not even ask her for permission to speak."

I exhaled.

"Good, Sam," Leroy said. "You're doing great. Now, I know that feels really scary. The bottomless pit opening up under you, am I right? I'm going to make it a easier for you. You will be able to interact with her, but only as I tell you. You will be able to touch and talk to her, I'm going to give you permission, but only when and in the way of my permission. When I say, you can. If I don't say, you can't."

He paused.

What if Kayley talked to me? Was I allowed to answer? Should I ask? It felt like I should be able to, but what if I asked he said no? Would asking too many questions make me seem combative? I decided to just shut my mouth.

"I'm not some Nazi or crazy asshole, Sam," he said, "we're doing this for you and for Kayley. This is for you. It's not about hurting you, it's about guiding you. That's all I want to do, guide you through this. I'll take care of you and make sure you're safe and protected every step of the way. Will you accept my guidance, Sam? Will you put yourself in my hands?"

He held out his two hands, palms up. The symbolism was obvious.

"Yes," I said, "I accept your guidance."

"Do you have faith in me?"

"I have faith in you?"

He smiled. He looked at his palms. I got the message. I put my hands in his.

"I have faith."

"Good," he told me. "Now it gets easier. Fourth Rule - you obey me, absolutely, willingly, eagerly. No holding back. You commit to absolute positive obedience."

I nodded.

"I... Fourth Rule - I obey you, absolutely, willingly, eagerly. No holding back. I commit to absolute positive obedience."

Jesus Christ, I thought, it sounds just like some sort of cult thing.

"Sounds like some sort of cult oath," Leroy said, and he laughed. "Don't worry. You'll understand. I'm not going to demand blood sacrifice or anything crazy."

Deja fucking vu, I thought, unnerved. But it was oddly reassuring. He seemed to match my own thoughts, it was an assurance that the weirdness wouldn't get extreme. We were both grounded.

"Final Rule - You surrender your sex. You don't come without permission. You don't masturbate without permission. If you have sexual activity with us, it is only with permission and completely in terms of the permission. This is very important."

My heart skipped beats.

"Final Rule," I stumbled awkwardly. "I surrender my sex. I don't come without permission. I don't masturbate without permission. Any sex is only with permission, and in terms of the permission. This is very important."

He nodded, pleased.

"Can I ask some questions."

He smiled. "Sure thing, buddy! I'm here for you."

"Well, sexual activity... like kissing, is kissing included."

"Any sort of sexual activity - kissing, touching, fondling, licking. Absolutely. You make no choices, you take no action. You act as directed."

"Uhm... okay," I said nervously. "This is a little embarrassing..."

"Hey," he said, "it's cool."

"What if I come... anyway?"

He laughed, and I blushed red hot.

"You mean premature ejaculation?" he asked. "Things like that?"

I nodded.

"Refer to rule number one - you gave up control. That includes control over your own body. If your body wants to prematurely ejaculate, just let it happen. No guilt. You're not allowed to make it happen, you can't masturbate. But if it spontaneously happens... my advice is enjoy!"

That helped, but I was still uncertain.

"But what if it happens when you are telling me to do something..."

Leroy laughed gently, he put his hand on my shoulder. "Buddy, this is an experience. Not a game. I'm not scoring you. You're not going to lose points. If you blow while I'm telling you to do something, it's not a crime. I'll understand. It'll be okay. If that happens, what it tells me is that you were in a good place, and it was working for you. And that's great."

He glanced at Kayley on the love seat, who had been watching with fascination, and then got a strange expression on his face. He made an incomprehensible gesture, and motioned me closer.

"I shouldn't tell you this, it spoils things," he said. "But I like you. So here goes. The usual cuck thing, is that the Bull takes the Hottie, and the Cuck sits in the Cuck chair in the bedroom and watches and jerks off. That's not going to be you."

He paused.

"Kayley and I," he said, "we really care for you. You're important to both of us. We want this to be good for you. So we are going to care for you, you're going to participate. It's going to be an amazing experience for you. All I want, is that you trust us."

I felt a flash of, not quite annoyance, but unease. He was talking like he and Kayley were the couple. It felt like some kind of power play or head game. But I'd be an ass if I jumped on that, so I let it go.

"Okay," I said.

He waved me even closer.

"This first thing we're doing, making out on the loveseat, while you sit there? That's for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said. "Of course. Anyone can see how wrought up you are, how tense and scared. We're not going to start by fucking in front of you. That could be fucking traumatic. I want you to get off, not get scar tissue. We're not even going to start undressed in front of you."

"But you've done that."

I mean, I'd listened to him fuck her at the bar. We'd had a threesome at the bar, and at the Thai restaurant, and we'd all been naked at his place.

"We both know this is different."

"Yeah." It was. But there was a niggling thought. "You're not naked, but I'm naked?"

"Embracing your vulnerability, your helplessness, your inadequacy, physically and emotionally," he said. "We've been through that part."

Yes, he had been. I nodded acceptance. He continued.

"So we're going to take it really slow and ease into it, we're going to perform for you, and for each other. Nothing happens until we're ready. And your job is going to be to just sit there and relax and let yourself go. You're going to watch, and you'll start to realize that you don't have to do anything, that there's no demands, that you can just enjoy."

He paused.

"When you give her up," he said, "when I take ownership of Kayley from you, you're going to be good with it, you're going to be very comfortable, you're going to feel liberated and more sexually excited and fulfilled than you've ever been in your life."

He must have caught the look in my eyes. He grinned and punched my shoulder.

"Temporarily, Buddy!" he said. "Temporarily! This is an experience, remember. An experience, not a lifetime commitment. She goes back to you afterwards."

He paused and grinned devilishly.

"Unless I decide to keep her," he whispered.

I barked a nervous, automatic laugh. He laughed with me and punched me on the shoulder.

"There you go," he said. "You're going to love this so much!"

"I hope so," I said.

"I know Kayley will," he assured me. And just like that, insecurity wormed through me all over again.

He settled back into the loveseat, lifting an arm towards her. Kayley slid up against him. They kissed.

"Ready to play," he whispered to her.

"I was born ready."

He nodded, and looked over at me.

"Take out your phone, Sam," Leroy ordered. "You're going to record us making out, and you're going to record me fucking her."

He looked at Kayley.

"Are you okay with that?" he asked.

"As long as it's Sam's phone," she said. "We keep it. No copy for you, sorry."

"I'm not making any claim," he said, "the video is for you guys. You and Sam."

She stared, warily, and nodded.. "Okay then."

Leroy nodded to me. I went to my pants and retrieved the phone, checking it. "It's fully charged," I said.

"Good video?"

"Yeah," I said. "State of the art."

"Roll em," he said, and with that he turned and kissed Kayley.

The kiss was surprisingly gentle at first, even exploratory. They looked in each other's eyes, their bodies together but not pushing. As if by shared instinct, their lips touched, parted, and touched again.

Kayley smiled. It was a an honest, unconscious smile, one of simple enjoyment. She leaned to kiss him with genuine affection. Instead of leaning into it, he let it come to him, let her press her lips to his, the affectionate kiss breaking into a dozen little tiny kisses all over his lips.

He stroked her hair, and she beamed, as he twisted a lock of it around his finger. He bent towards her, but this time, kissed her cheek. She giggled happily, as he worked little wet kisses up to her earlobe. Placing a hand flat on his chest, she waited for him to leave off, and when he pulled back, she was there waiting for him. They pressed their lips hard together, and this time, they lingered, their heads moving slightly.

They smiled at each other then, looking into each other's eyes. Kayley moved to kiss him, but he caught her face with one hand, cupping her cheek. She went still, as he moved in. This kiss was long and sensuous, I saw their jaws move, and knew their mouths had opened for it, ever so slightly

She seemed to retreat, straightening up, looking him up and down. His hand fell on her knee. They both looked at it. Deliberately, his hand moved up her thigh, reaching the skirt of her dress and hiking it up further. She grinned, lifting up her arms and pressing them against his chest. Again, they kissed. Her arms wound around his neck. He reached behind and unzipped her dress. When they parted, finally, their mouths were open, they were panting slightly. Their eyes were luminous.

The dress was loose on her shoulder. She looked down at it. Casually, Leroy bent forward, placing a hand on her shoulder, tugging the material, until it exposed bare flesh. He moved further towards her, as she leaned back, her legs parting. As he licked her bared shoulder, she sighed a little.

"How did I end up fucking you, Kayley?" he asked, nuzzling her. He lifted his head, to look into her eyes, and give a flick of a nod towards me. "Just to get it down for posterity."

She followed it, until she was looking directly at me. Was there mild surprise? Had she forgotten I was here. She smiled warmly.

"Well," she said, staring into the video. "You hit on me. But it was Sam that told me to take off my panties and go to you. Five minutes later.."

Leroy looked directly into the camera. I blushed with embarrassment and sudden humiliation.

"I'd say that was a pretty good start," he said. "But we played around a few times, feeling each other out. You and I got together a few times. Then you brought Sam in. I really liked you and Sam, so when you guys wanted to try this... I said sure."

That wasn't how it happened at all! Should I say something? I felt I should. Kayley looked at Leroy, but she didn't say anything. But then he just went on.

"We've fucked. But this is going to be the first official cuckolding," Leroy announced. "The real thing. They're taking the big plunge. Crossing the Rubicon here."

"You're making it dramatic," I said.

A harsh look flashed across Leroy's face, he held up a finger to me. Then he visibly relaxed himself.

"Well," Leroy smiled and replied, "it kind of is. Fucking can be casual. Threesomes casual. But Cuckolding, there's something really fundamental and powerful it engages. Lot of energy there, sexual energy, psychic energy, emotional energy."

He looked into the camera.

"Hey Sam," he said, "give me the phone, I want to introduce you."

"Okay," I said, and handed it over. He held it up, filming me. I felt a bit nervous.

"Hello," Leroy said, "I'd like to introduce you to our new Cuck-in-Waiting, Sam. Sam, wave and say hello."

I waved.

"Hello," I said.

"Sam here is the husband of the beautiful Kayley, who I will be taking possession of, through this official cuckolding."

"Official?" I asked.

"Official in the sense of deliberation," Leroy explained. Again, I sensed a flash of annoyance. "It's not like there's a registry for cuckolds. Maybe there should be. But the point is, we're going to do certain things we agree on, and these things will have meaning and significance that we are all agreed on"

"Okay," I said. "I just didn't hear it explained like that."

"That's okay," he said patiently. "I'm going to start again."

"Okay."

"Sam," he said. "You've got a girlfriend, a wife. Kayley. She's gorgeous by the way. We're going to be seeing a lot more of her."

"I'm sitting right here," Kayley said. Leroy swung the phone towards her, on the other side of the love seat, leaning back with with folded arms. She waved. "Hi!"

The phone swung back towards me.

"Here's what's going to happen," he said. "She's yours. I'm going to fuck her. Then she's not yours any more. She'll belong to me. When I fuck her, all your rights to her end. Finished. Done. I'll own her. And you, Sam, you're just going to watch it happen. You're going to stand there, or sit there and let it happen, and do nothing. Because you won't be a man any more. You'll be a cuck."

He paused.

"How do you feel about that?" he asked.

"I'm not really comfortable," I said.

"Neither am I," Kayley said.

Leroy looked over the camera phone. He put it down.

"Guys," he said, "it's role play. It's not real. It's not permanent. It's a role play session. Relax."

I felt stupid. "Right, right, sorry!"

"No worries, we'll start again."

He cleared his throat.

"Sam," he said, "you want this. You want me to fuck your wife, to take ownership of her. You know that when that happens lose your rights to her."

"Yes?" I wasn't sure I'd known that. That felt extreme. But this was role play. So... "I guess."

"You want me to make you a cuck."

"Yes?"

"That's why we are here. Because you brought us here."

I nodded. It felt that it was more complex, but that he wasn't technically wrong.

"You liked the idea of other men taking your wife," he said. "Fucking her when you can't."

I blushed, trying to collect my thoughts. That wasn't right. It was, but it wasn't.

"Try me instead," Kayley sighed, saving me from having to answer. I felt weak with relief. Leroy turned the phone towards her.

I wasn't sure how I would have answered that question. The answer had been yes, obviously, I liked other men taking her. But I was afraid of how far into yes I would have to go, the murky territory of why, what made me like it, what excited me about it.

My own inadequacy? I had never thought of it that way, until now. But suddenly, it was there, real or not, casting a shadow that I was nervous about facing.

"Role play, right?" Kayley asked.

Leroy nodded, holding the phone up, recording her.

"Okay," she said. "Let's go."

"Kayley, you're married to Sam, right."

"Yes."

"And you've been fucking other men, letting them fuck your pussy, sucking their cocks..."

Her eyes narrowed, her body language shifted, becoming careful. I wondered why?

"Yes. I've been with a couple of men, you and Derek. Sam knew, he was there."

"Been with?"

"I had sex. I fucked them. They put their cocks in my pussy and fucked me. I put their cocks in my mouth." She smiled then, but it was an odd half smile, as if there was a secret. "I liked strange men's cocks in my mouth. Men I didn't know."

"You let them come in you," he said. "Your pussy, and your mouth. Bare."

"I let you. You did."

"And Sam knew?"

Again, a flicker of caution.

"He knew," she said. "He was there every time.... He encouraged me to, he dared me, he practically ordered me to fuck strange men I'd just met. You, Derek, Keith..."

"You're not getting enough in your marriage?" he asked. "Sam's not getting the job done?"

"Sam's fine," she said flatly. "Fuck off. Don't do that."

"Let me put it another way," he said. "You and Sam have been experimenting. Right?"

"Yes."

"But it's not enough."

"No."

"So you're going to take this step? You're going to cuckold Sam."

"Yes."

"And you know what it will mean? For you? For Sam?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

She stared at the phone for a long moment.

"Because Sam wants it," she said finally. "And because I need it."

"Tell me what you need."

"I need to be taken. I need to be owned. I need to be conquered. I need someone to take me, to make me property, to define me and my existence in terms of his ownership. I love Sam, but he doesn't do that for me, he can't."

"You know that when I fuck you," he said, "Sam's rights will end."

"He'll be a cuck," she said, matter of factly. "Yes. Our relationship will be redefined. I accept that. It's the price for what I need."

"How do you think he'll feel about it."

She shrugged.

"He knows what it means," she said. "He's nervous, but he's letting it happen. So I guess he wants it."

Kayley waved her hand.

"It doesn't matter."

She paused.

"Why doesn't it matter?" Leroy smiled, he was enjoying himself.

"Once it happens," Kayley said, "it won't matter what he thinks. He'll be irrelevant. It will just be what it is. No one will care how he feels. He knows that too. He's still letting it happen."

Chills ran up and down my spine. I had to keep reminding myself, it's only a role play.

"And it happens tonight," Leroy said. "Soon."

"I can hardly wait," she said.

"How do you feel?"

"Wet. I'm really fucking wet."

"How do you think Sam feels?"

She laughed.

"I don't have to think," she said. "I know how he feels. He's really fucking hard."

She laughed again.

"Not that he's going to do anything with it, except jerk off, while he watches me get taken away from him."

"Fuck," Leroy said. "That was great! You're really good."

"Role play," she smirked.

He turned the smartphone camera back to me.

"Tell me you accept that you're going to be a cuck."

As Leroy looked away from her, she winked at me. Her hand in her lap turned, and she gave me a subtle thumbs up. She mouthed words, 'It will be okay.' I nodded.

"I accept that I will become a cuck," I said to the camera.

I held up my hands, accepting the inevitability of it.

"I know it's going to happen," I admitted.

"Good boy."

He handed the smartphone back to me.

"Okay," he said, "from here on in, you're recording. Don't worry, I'll tell you what to shoot, and how."

"What was all that?" I demanded.

He looked at me. "Foreplay. Role play. Warm up."

I felt like an idiot.

"I'll do better," I promised him.

He beamed at me. "You're going to do fine," he assured me. "I'll make sure of it."

He paused.

"And Sam..."

"Yes?"

"From this point on," Leroy said, "shut the fuck up. No questions. No comments. I've explained the rules, you know your role. I'm being very kind to you. But if you fuck around, I'll make you sit out here on a chair in the living room, and you can just listen while I take your girl from you. And I won't give her back, then."

He paused.

"Kayley?" Leroy invited her to speak.

"Shut up and do as your told, Sam," she said flatly, her expression calm and matter of fact. "You're the one that wants this. Play your damned role, and stop being a whiny bitch."

Her blunt, passionless words sent a hot flush all the way through me. There wasn't any of the warmth we normally shared. I felt weak and trapped, yet my cock felt like it was swelling, growing painfully harder. My heart raced.

Cornered, I could only nod weakly.

"Do you understand?" Leroy demanded. The two of them were staring at me. I could only look down at their feet.

"Yes, Sir," as much as I hated it, my voice had turned into a whimper.

"All right," Leroy said enthusiastically. "Roll em."

He turned to Kayley, who was regarding him with a knowing, speculative, smile. She tugged at the shoulder of her black and white dress, exposing bare skin.

"Where were we?" Leroy asked.

"I was doing this," Kayley whispered, and she leaned forward, open mouthed, to kiss Leroy, moaning softly in her throat, as her hand slid down his chest and between his legs.

The kisses were brief and almost frantic, punctuated by soft sighs and gasps. She stroked his erection in his pants, smiling devilishly as she looked from his pants to his face. He ran a hand along her arm, up along her shoulder to wrap fingers in her hair. Now captive, he pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her wantonly. I watched her melt into each kiss.

Their mannerisms became playful, the kisses went long and deep, but then they broke, and became a series of pecks. They grinned at each other, touched each other, and watched them touch each other. He laid a hand on her thigh, they both looked down at it.

She took up his hand, and holding it like a lollipop, his fingers splayed, she licked the tip of each finger.

He kissed her then, deeply, but when the kiss broke, and they found his hand on her bare breast, the dress somehow having fallen way off her shoulder, they both stared at it. A moment later, a flurry of touches, kisses, licks of necks and jawlines and earlobes, they were once again in embrace, their mouths teasing each other, as his hand crept under a skirt that had ridden much too high.

He stopped, frozen. She stopped curious. He looked down, at his hand vanished between her thighs. She followed his gaze. He smiled, slyly.

"You're wearing panties?" he teased.

"I know!" she whispered. "I'm wearing panties around you! What was I thinking?"

"You should take them off," he said.

"You mean, right here? Now? Even before we go in the bedroom?" She smiled.

"Sure."

"No." Her smile became a grin. "I think you should take them off.

He grinned back at her.

Carefully, he placed his hands on her knees and slid them up her thighs. She looked down, watching them. His hands reached the skirt of her dress and slid under, the fabric folding and bunching as he moved higher and higher, exposing more of her bare thighs. She bit her lip, her eyes dancing, her knees spreading wider.

He glanced directly at me and my smart phone, then back to her.

"I don't want to show Sam your pussy just yet."

She nodded. His hands moved under her dress now, towards her hips. Bracing herself on the back and armrest of the love seat, she lifted her hips for him, a casual gesture that sent a shiver through me. Kayley looked directly into his eyes, as he pulled slowly. The punched fabric of her dress relaxed, her knees moved together. The delicate white lace of her panties emerged from beneath her dress onto her naked thighs. Carefully, he pulled them over her knees and down her calves. She lifted her knees together, raising her feet off the floor. Gracefully, he slipped them off, let them hang off his finger for a moment, and then casually tossed them away.

She smiled knowingly.

"Better?" she asked him.

"Much," he told her.

"Then show me," she dared him.

Without a word, he leaned in to kiss her, and she leaned back, their mouths open as their lips met. Her knees parted, and his hand landed on her bare thigh, just above her knee, and moved smoothly under her skirt, as if with independent purpose.

As they kissed, the skirt moved, Kayley's legs scissored, just a little, and she threw her head back and moaned. Leroy took the opportunity to lick her neck, and she moaned again.

She looked directly at me.

"Sam," she said, "you should know, that right now, Leroy is fingering your wife, right in front of you, practically in public."

"It's true," Leroy said. "I am."

Leroy nuzzled her half exposed collarbone, and she leaned her head back, so he could lick her neck again. She moaned deeply.

"Can I tell Sam a secret?" she asked him.

"Be my guest," he said, he moved back.

She leaned forward and looked directly at the Smart phone, into the camera, not at me.

"Sam," she told the camera, "I think you should know. I love it when a man fingers me, I don't care where or how he does it. An actual real man, I mean."

She stared at the camera, her smile slowly becoming diabolical.

"He's done it before you know," she turned her head to face me. "Why he did it right in the bar. Right in front of everyone. He fingered me."

She smiled, and kissed Leroy gently, then turned her head to look into the camera.

"Of course you know that. You were there. And of course... You did nothing."

She put on a sad expression, and lifted a finger to mime a tear.

"So I had to take matters into my own hands! I had to take action! Do you know what I did?"

Leroy pulled back a little, watching her with amusement. He glanced at me and the smart phone. I was starting to sweat, my guts knotting up.

"I took him into the Men's room and I let him fuck me!" At the word fuck, her chin tilted up defiantly, as if to emphasize it.

"And then I let him come inside me!" Her chin tilted defiantly again.

"And I came so fucking hard!" Chin tilt. Defiant.

"And what were you doing, when all this was going on?" Her eyes widened, her eyebrows lifted, her lips pursed, miming curiosity and surprise.

"You...."

"Just sat there, in a chair..."

"Doing..."

"Nothing..."

"Nothing at all..."

"You..."

"Worthless..."

"Little..."

"Cuck!"

Her chin tilted up, her eyelids fluttered, her bared shoulders slowly swung back and forth. She purred, and then parted her knees wider, while turning to throw her arms around Leroy. She kissed him passionately, and rubbed her forehead against his.

"That feels so good," she whispered.

She turned back to look into the camera lens, with a glare.

"And that, Sam," she said, "is how you ended up here."

She grinned evilly. And then, her eyelids fluttered once more, Leroy moved closer, kissing a bared shoulder, pulling the dress further down, exposing more bare flesh. He lifted a hand, cupping her opposite breast through the fabric, and she gave a low moan, turning and licking his ear.

Kayley slowly wound her arms around Leroy's neck, her mouth opening, her eyes closing to wait for him. He moved on her, his kiss devouring as he descended on her, his hips pushing apart her thighs, as he leaned into her. She was pushed back against the armrest. Their bodies pressed together, frantically, her dress riding up almost to the waist, and falling down around her shoulders. She lifted a bare leg against him, and he wrapped an arm around it.

They kissed back and forth, each kiss hungrier and more intense. For a moment, they stopped, freezing motionless, and smiling at each other. Then he descended to her mouth. She moaned at his touch.

"Fuck," she whispered, her eyes devilish. "I'm so fucking wet right now,"

"That's the idea," he said.

"Fuck," she repeated. "You're such a good kisser. So much better than..." She glanced towards me. "I could kiss you all night. I could spend the evening making out with you right there..."

"But?"

"I don't know what I want more? I don't know what I want first?"

He looked at her.

"For you to fuck me."

Pause.

"Or for you to cuck him."

"How about both?" Leroy said.

She grinned.

"Yesssssssss," it was an evil hiss.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"For your cock?" she said. "I'm always ready, twenty-four, seven, three-sixty-five."

He leaned back, taking her hand, guiding her to her feet. Kayley pulled her dress back over her shoulders, but didn't bother zipping up the back. Instead she smoothed the skirt, to make herself presentable. Leroy adjusted his pants.

She reached out, running one hand through his hair, and then kissed him, open mouthed, but brief.

"We're doing this. Right?" she asked.

"We are."

The tiniest flicker of nervousness came and went.

"Role play, right?"

He blinked, then settled into a smile. "The sex is going to be real," he said. "But yeah."

She nodded, taking her hand in his.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she husked. "Shall we?"

As they turned towards the bedroom, Kaley glanced over at me. Her eyes were cold, her expression without mercy. She snapped her fingers.

"Cuck!" she barked. "Follow!"

Leroy and Kayley, hand in hand, sailed into the bedroom together. At least he didn't sweep her off her feat and carry her across the threshold. As for myself, I trailed them like a particularly inferior household servant, holding the smartphone up like a talisman.

Leroy's eyes swept around the bedroom. I realized he'd never been here before. This was his first visit to our apartment. Leroy looked at the small chair in the corner of the bedroom.

"That's the cuck chair?" he said, appalled. "Jesus. No that's just some regular dining room chair. Fuck it, we'll make sure to get you a better one, Sam."

I'd been warned to shut my mouth. But I must have looked confused.

"In Cuckold situations, the cuck doesn't participate, just watches. So if it's a regular thing, there's a comfortable chair for the cuck to sit in and watch. Usually padded. Usually cumstains all over the seat."

I contemplated the implication from Leroy's remark that this was going to be a recurring thing. But the moment moved on and was forgotten.

Leroy took Kayley in his arms, so smoothly and naturally, it seemed like she belonged there. He stroked her cheek with one hand, then used two hands to cup her face. She looked up at him, eyes shining, as he stared down at her. Then he kissed her with slow tender passion. As if knowing his intention, Kayley let her arms hang at her sides, accepting the kiss.

When it ended, he put his hands on the shoulders of her dress, pulling the fabric over. She was already unzipped in the back, and so the dress barely hung on her. He pulled it down her arms and down her chest, taking away the tenuous support of the curves of her body. As the fabric moved down her cleavage, it finally passed her nipples and began to fall away on its own.

In an instant, Kayley stood nude, utterly and perfectly beautiful, a vision of perfection. She looked up at Leroy, eyes shining, as he ran his hands over her body, teasing rigid nipples, leaving goosebumps down bare arms.

He kissed her one more time, and as he did so, his fingers slipped between her legs. The scent of female arousal filled the room, and she moaned deeply.

"Look at this, Sam," Leroy said, nuzzling her shoulder.

He turned her directly towards me, and lifted her arms straight up. She folded them behind her head, smiling with perfect poise.

"Fucking look at this body, isn't she gorgeous? Isn't she amazing? Isn't she straight up fuckable?"

He licked her neck and Kayley smiled sensuously, closing her eyes for a moment, tilting her head to give him better access. His hands slid possessively up and down her body.

"Look at her, Sam," Leroy told me. "Enjoy her all you can, because in a few minutes, she won't be yours any more."

Kayley looked down at me with catlike coolness, clearly enjoying the way he was touching her, but viewing me with neutral disdain.

"Aren't you going to tell him this is his last chance?" she asked.

"Fuck that," Leroy snorted. "You're here naked in the bedroom, we're way past the point of no return."

He paused.

"Maybe out in the living room, or the parkade, or the restaurant. But now? Now it's going to happen. There's no stopping it now. We're past that."

"Mmm," Kayley murmured, her body swaying as Leroy fondled her breasts and slid his hand between her breasts. She pressed her body backwards into him, offering herself up. "I think it was already too late then."

"I think," she purred, "it was already too late for him, the first time he watched you fuck me. He knew then what he secretly wanted, and he knew what I really wanted."

"Maybe it was already past the point of no return when he listened the first time you fucked me, and came inside me.

"That's when I knew what I wanted. Maybe the moment your cum spurted up inside me and I loved it, it was inevitable we would end up here."

She looked down on me, her eyes heavy lidded.

"Or maybe, Sam," she smiled, "it was when you told me to take my panties off. Maybe that's when, deep down, Sam, you chose to be a cuck. That was when you had a choice and it all got decided. After that, every step was just the path here, every chance and choice along the way was already made back then."

"Maybe," she told me, "nothing you thought or did after that mattered a damned bit, because after that, you were just a cuck, you were one all along, and we all knew."

She paused.

"You're just such a pathetic little cuck."

If I hadn't been sitting, I would have collapsed. My body went red hot, my skin flushed so bright I felt like I was radiating, my heart raced, my fight and flight reflexes kicked in and immediately collapsed. I had never felt so humiliated or worthless in my life.

Or more sexually aroused. My cock was so hard it vibrated, as it throbbed it seemed to shake the rest of me. I felt as if I so much as touched it, I would explode.

My mind was racing with something like panic. I couldn't seem to contain myself. I didn't know what to do. I wanted desperately to argue, to claim some shred of dignity. But whatever arguments popped into my head seemed ludicrous.

Besides, I heard Leroy's voice in my head, remembering the last of our conversation. "Shut the fuck up, Sam," or end up in the living room, sitting there as they fucked here.

"Do what you are told, Sam," Kayley had said, no judgment, no animosity, but no kindness or love. Just the bare words delivered calmly.

So I just sat there, and held the smart phone against my knee to brace it and keep it from shaking too much, as they forgot about me.

I filmed Leroy kissing her, his hands running all over her body. The way she purred like a kitten at his touch. She turned her head to him, twisting, and they kissed, deeply and passionately. She inhaled him with erotic sensual joy, as he reached down and spread her wet lips with his fingers.

"I love your hands on me," she breathed. "I love that the way you're touching me, the way it makes me feel, is being recorded."

"You're like a fucking sculpture," he whispered. "I could do this forever."

"I'm glad you wanted this video," she said. "I wasn't sure, but I see it now, and I want it too. After its over, I want to watch it again and again. And I want to make Sam watch it, so he knows what he gave up."

They kissed deeply, I saw his lips on hers, pressing her back, her opening to his tongue. The kiss went on, punctuated only by soft moans as he explored her naked body.

She broke the kiss, moving away ever so slightly, and smiled.

"I think it's time," she said, "to reveal that great big beautiful cock."

He chuckled, turning her around, so that her ass was nestled in his hips. She smiled wantonly, grinding into his cock, bending forward a little as he cupped her breasts.

"Do the honours?" he told her.

"I'd love to."