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As a cuckold, there were certain things that David had long ago come to accept about himself. He was a submissive, he craved the control that came with relinquishing it. He enjoyed watching his wife, the gorgeous and talented Penelope, be pleasured by other men. There was something about the way her body responded, the way she moaned and writhed, that sent shivers down his spine.

It had been a long time since David had indulged in these forbidden pleasures. They had started out as a way to spice up their sex life, but over time had become an addiction. Penelope, at all times happy to please her husband, had gone along with it, but there had been a point where they both realized that things had gone too far. They had put the kink apart, focusing on their more traditional sex life, but the itch had at all times been there, lurking beneath the surface.

It was at a party, of all places, that David found himself drawn back into the world of cuckolding. He and Penelope had been invited by an old friend, who was celebrating his recent promotion. The room was buzzing with energy, alcohol flowing freely, and people laughing and joking. David had been feeling on edge all night, his nerves on edge for some reason. He had been acting as a wallflower, watching the people around him, when he noticed her.

She was across the room, talking with a group of people. She was tall, with long, thick brown hair that cascaded down her back in waves. Her skin was a creamy ivory, and she wore a dress that hugged every curve of her perfect body. David couldn’t look away.

Penelope noticed his interest, and teasingly nudged him. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

David blushed, feeling like a schoolboy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” he stammered, trying to regain his composure.

Penelope chuckled, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I think you do. You’ve always had a thing for tall, beautiful brunettes. Go talk to her.”

David hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t know what he would say to her, didn’t even know her name. But before he could say anything, Penelope leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. “Go have fun,” she whispered.

With her encouragement ringing in his ears, David crossed the room to where the woman was still talking with her friends. As he got closer, he could hear their conversation – they were talking about kinks and fetishes, of all things. David’s heart leapt in his chest. Was this woman really into that sort of thing?

Without thinking, he blurted out, “Excuse me. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. I-I’m into that kind of thing too.”

The woman turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh really? And what kind of thing is that?”

David felt himself blushing again, but he pushed on. “Um. Well. I’m a cuckold. My wife and I, we like to…watch.”

The woman raised her eyebrows, clearly intrigued. “Fascinating. And what kind of watching do you like to do?”

David felt like he was about to faint, but he pushed himself to answer. “We like her to…be with other men. And I like to watch.”

The woman smirked, leaning in closer to him. “You like to be humiliated, don’t you? Seeing your wife be pleasured by someone else, knowing that you can’t give her what she needs…that turns you on, doesn’t it?”

David felt a stab of shame at her words, but also something else. Something darker, more primal. “Yes,” he whispered. “It does.”

The woman leaned in even closer, her breath hot against his ear. “Well then. Let me make you a proposition. We’ll play a game. You watch me please your wife, and in return, I’ll give you what you really want.”

David’s heart was pounding in his chest, his blood singing with excitement. He had never felt more alive. “Yes,” he breathed. “I want that.”

The woman gave him a sly grin. “Good. Then let’s get started.”

With that, she took his hand and led him across the room to where Penelope was waiting. She looked up at him, surprise in her eyes. “David, what-“

Before she could finish, the woman leaned down and kissed her deeply on the lips. David watched, transfixed, as his wife responded to the kiss, her body arching up into the other woman’s embrace. It was like something out of a dream, or a nightmare.

But he couldn’t look away. He was transfixed by the sight of his wife being pleasured by another woman, by the way she moaned and whimpered. It was like he was seeing her for the first time. He had at all times known she was gorgeous, but he had never realized just how much she could turn him on.

The woman looked up, giving him a conspiratorial grin. “You like that, don’t you? Seeing your wife be pleasured like this?”

David could only nod, his eyes locked on Penelope’s body. He had never felt more aroused, more alive. He was a cuckold, and he was finally getting what he wanted.

It was only after the other woman had left, after she had given him what he had really been craving all night, that David realized just how far he had gone. He had surrendered himself completely, had given up all control. And he had loved every minute of it.

The forbidden pleasures of surrender had become his deepest, darkest desire. He was a cuckold, and there was no turning back now.
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