We Learn from Our Mistakes

Yes, it's a cuckold story, and depending upon the comments, it may continue.

We learn from our mistakes.

Daniel sat at the breakfast table with a bottle of JD and a full glass over ice. Daniel wasn't a big drinker. But he needs a drink this evening. Daniel sat at the table he built with the leftover wood from the renovation.

Brenda, Daniel's wife, inherited the house when her grandmother passed away. It needed some updating, and newlyweds Brenda and Daniel, wanting to save money, did the work themselves. It took a little time, and mistakes were made. But isn't that what life is?

We learn from our mistakes.

Daniel sat at the table, sipping his JD. He still couldn't get used to the burn as it went down. He hadn't finished the bottle, but he was on his way. He would finish it or pass out trying.

Daniel's head was pulsating. The mix of emotions. He was angry at himself for not stopping this. But at the same time, he wanted Brenda to be happy. Daniel didn't have a hard-on, yet. And he wasn't sure if he would?

Would she come home and fuck this guy here? Will she make me sit in the chair and watch? Do I want this? If she comes home and I am not home, will she still go through with it? Daniel was spinning out of control with emotions.

How did it come to this? Daniel revisited the nightmare.

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It was those damn stories Brenda would read. All those online sites and their erotic stories. They weren't erotic; they were stories of deceitful wives. But I didn't see it until it was too late.

"Honey, you know how much I like these stories," Brenda said as she slid her hand into my boxers, pulled out my dick and balls, and started stroking me gently. I knew the stories she was referring to. She loved the hotwife stories.

"I know you get excited when I read them to you, too. Don't you, Daniel?"

"The only thing that excites me is your hand jerking me off as you read."

"Is that why you encourage me to read more? It's not the arousal you get from hearing the story of a wife being fucked by a bigger cock than her husband has?"

She was stroking my dick as she taunted me. "Don't worry, Daniel, I love your little penis."

I'll admit, I did enjoy Brenda's enthusiasm as she read her erotic stories and the sex that would follow. She teased me as she read the stories. She would tell me I had a little penis like the poor husband in the stories. The stories of a wife who needed more than her husband had to offer.

Most nights, my wife would get so excited that she would play with herself and beg me to fuck her. "Reclaim my pussy, Daniel. Be a man and fuck me hard. Treat me like the slut I am."

That was my favorite part of the storytelling.

"Yes, I know you like your stories, the hotwife stories."

"Daniel, I want to roleplay."

"Roleplay how," I asked.

"Well, you know how I go out with the girls and on Thursday nights, and guys are always hitting on us and offering to buy us drinks?"

"Which I'm sure you and your friends accept."

Brenda smiles, "Well, sometimes."

"Okay, so what is this roleplay idea you're thinking?"

"Well, you let me accept those drinks. You let me dance with those men who ask. And you let me flirt a little."

"And why would I agree with that?"

"Because I want to come home and roleplay with you. I want to return home horny and tell you about the guy I flirted with. I want to tell you about the guy who bent me over the sink in the men's bathroom and fucked me as men stood around watching us as they peed in the urinal."

Of course, she was stroking me and bringing me close to orgasm, as she laid out her plan. "Wouldn't you like that, Daniel, just like the stories we read. The husband waits for his wife to return home. He waits with his dick in hand. He isn't allowed to jerk off without his wife's permission.

Look at how hard you're getting just thinking about the stories I can think up and come home to share with you."

Brenda was teasing me. She was holding back my release. She was stroking my dick with her hands and mouth.

"Say yes, baby," she whispered into my ear, "and I'll let your little penis cum."

The mind can be deceived. Pleasure can overcome logic. "Yes! Yes! just let me cum already!"

"I love you. I love you. I love you." Brenda had a huge smile on her face. I just shook my head.

I was a little nervous about the first girls' night out. Brenda dressed differently. Her tops showed more cleavage, and she wore short skirts instead of shorts or jeans.

"Are you jealous, Daniel? Men who will be flirting with me while you sit home and play with your little penis? But don't cum. I want to watch you cum when I tell you how big the cock was that I was deepthroating and that fucked me."

Every Thursday night, when Brenda returned from girls' night out, sex was incredible. Sometimes it would be late when she returned home, but I would still be awake, lying in bed, waiting for her.

"Look at you, you little pervert. Is your penis hard? I bet you want me to let you cum. Well, I'm too tired. You'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"But... Fuck!"

"Don't whine like a little bitch, Daniel." That was something new. Brenda started holding back my orgasms. How long, I never knew.

I didn't realize it at the time, but Brenda was conditioning me. She was playing with my head, and I was playing the role of a good cuck without even realizing it.

Brenda started taking the game further. Brenda was leading me further down the rabbit hole of darkness and despair.

I came home from work one Friday night. Brenda and I ate dinner and watched some TV before bed. A wooden straight-backed chair sat in the bedroom. It had no arms. I looked at Brenda.

"Strip, now! I want to see that little penis hard."

I was excited. I did as I was told. When we were outside of the bedroom, we were a loving couple. Family and friends had no idea how kinky our life had become. But in the bedroom, Brenda is in control.

"Jerk that little penis and get it hard for me. That's it. That's what I like to see. Now sit in that chair."

I sat down, and Brenda took a leather strap and fastened it around my chest and arms. "You're going to watch me get fucked by a real cock, and maybe I'll let you fuck me when he's down.

"You have just enough room, if you try hard, to play with your penis head." She laughed at me. "You don't get to cum until I say you can."

Brenda was conditioning me again, playing with my head. I watched Brenda pleasure herself with an 8 or maybe a 10-inch dildo. I played with my penis. I was able to reach more than my penis head, but didn't dare cum.

While I was still strapped to the chair, Brenda had to reward me. It was part of my conditioning. Brenda sucked my dick, making me harder than I already was. Then she straddled my lap and slid my dick into her wet pussy. It felt incredible.

"I love you so much," Brenda whispered as she looked into my eyes. "I want to feel you cum in me."

Thursday girls' night was about Brenda telling me her stories and either jerking me or sucking my dick, while she told me that she had done that night. Her stories sounded too real to be made up. That thought had crossed my mind.

The rest of the week was whatever Brenda had planned. I was tied to the chair when Brenda wanted to straddle and fuck me. I wasn't strapped to the chair when she wanted me to lick her pussy after she fucked herself with a dildo. Brenda had me so brainwashed...

"Lick this cock, suck it, get it wet so it can fuck me." She had me deepthroating a dildo.

"Lick my pussy clean, Daniel. Lick it clean, or you may be raising someone else's child. That's it, baby, just like that. Make me cum.

I'm sure you didn't get it all out of me. Fuck me with that little penis, Daniel. Let me see how strong your little sperm can swim."

I was like a crazy man fucking Brenda as hard and as fast as I could.

"That's it, baby. That's your pussy. You reclaim that pussy like a real man."

We lay there exhausted as Brenda told me how much she loved me. "Daniel," Brenda lay there not even looking at me, "I met someone online and he is going to fuck me next Saturday."

I didn't know if it was part of our game or if Brenda was being serious. "What do you mean, fuck you? Is this another Game, Brenda?"

"No, Daniel. This is what it has all been about. We have always known it was what we both wanted. Will it be a one-time thing? Will it be one and done? I don't know. But we need this."

"The rest of the week, I was a nervous wreck. Brenda saw it and tried her best to calm me. I was the man. Brenda was gentle and submissive to me. I tried to take control. Was I trying to make her change her mind? I didn't want this, did I? It was a game. That's all just a game.

Saturday came, and Brenda had been out for most of the day. She was getting her nails and hair done. I did yardwork to clear my head. Was this going to happen? Can I stop it, or is it too late?

I was outside when Brenda arrived home. I practically ran into the house and up the stairs to our bedroom. She looked beautiful.

"Hey baby, you like." She was wearing a dark blue garter belt, stockings, and a matching bra, with no panties. "I bet you want to jerk off just looking at me. You'll have to wait."

"You look incredible, Brenda. Can we go out to dinner? We can come home, and it will just be you and me. I'll do whatever you want."

"No, baby, I have plans tonight. Maybe next weekend. Now you go downstairs while I get ready."

When Brenda finished dressing, she walked into the kitchen. Daniel was sitting at the farmhouse table Brenda had asked him to build for her. "I hope you're not planning on drinking that whole bottle tonight. I need your dick to be hard when you reclaim me."

Brenda kissed Daniel on the forehead. "Stay sober, don't jerk off, and wait up for me. I love you."

Brenda left Daniel to fight with the demons inside himself as she drove off to meet her date.