Lust's Double Edge—A Cuckold Husband & Wife Journey

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The room was pitch black, except for the soft blue glow of his computer screen. Jack sat hunched over, his fingers flying across the keyboard, his eyes glued to the flickering light. It was late, very late, and all was still save for the occasional clacking of his keyboard and the gentle hum of the computer.

As Jack sat in front of his computer, he felt a sense of familiarity wash over him. Here, in the safety of this chat room, he could escape the confines of his ordinary life. Here, he could be anyone he wanted to be.

He flexed his fingers, anticipating the rhythm of the keys, as he typed out his cuckold username and logged in. Jack settled into his chair, his eyes scanning the messages that had accumulated over the course of the day. He smiled as he read the familiar banter of buddies, each one contributing to the collective energy of the room.

He then leaned back in his chair, taking in the ambience of the cuckold fetish, and let himself get lost in the moment. As he scrolled through the seemingly endless stream of posts, Jack's eyes caught sight of a photo of a well-built man. He didn't recognize the nickname, Mr.

Mysterious. He clicked on the new man's profile picture. It showed a lean, muscular torso and a cock that was thick and shaved.

Seeing the man's profile photo somehow turned Jack on. He read the profile bio, interested in a husband who likes to show wife without restrictions. His profile picture was perfect, Jack thought to himself.

He caught himself staring at the guy's muscles and the veins snaking around his thick shaft longer than necessary. He then checked the man's location and saw that it was just a few towns away. Jack's hands trembled as he started typing a private message to the stranger.

Hello there, how are you this evening? The stranger's response was instantaneous. I'm good.

I saw your wife's picture in your profile and she's exquisite. Jack had posted a photo of his wife, Emily, on his profile. It helped him get comments from the guys and start chats.

Emily's picture showed her big tits, topped off with thick, erect nipples. He had edited the photo to show her pretty smile, long red hair, and her ample tits. He didn't like to post naughty images with her face showing.

It made him feel more safe this way. Emily was 38 and had a gorgeous figure even after two pregnancies. She worked out regularly and monitored her diet.

She worked at an advertising agency as an exec's assistant. That meant she always wore nice outfits and especially nice shoes. They had been married for 16 years, the first 10 of which had been amazing in the bedroom.

Jack had enjoyed fucking her two, sometimes three, times a month. She was hot in bed and always played along with what Jack wanted. Six years ago, the passion had died down.

Either Jack was tired or Emily was beat from work and mom duties. That meant the sex became less frequent and Jack had gone online looking for porn. Sometime then, even though he didn't know exactly how, he found cuckold porn.

It soon became his fetish. He would climax to the photos and videos that husbands posted, showing their wives getting fucked by hot studs. It didn't take too long, and Jack imagined posting his own wife's pictures.

He had taken lots of them over the years, with Emily in different poses, wearing sexy outfits and scanty lingerie. He usually let him take naughty pictures when they were on vacation or had a few private days to themselves. Jack loved it when Emily wore the skimpy lingerie he bought for her, especially the sexy ones he would order online.

He would ask her to put them on before they went to bed and would watch her undress. He loved how her breasts bounced when she walked and how her long red hair fell around her shoulders. But these days were different.

Emily seemed distant, and Jack couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with him. He knew he wasn't as attentive as he used to be, and he worried she was growing tired of him. He was almost only climaxing with guys in the cuckold chatroom now, which meant he wasn't chasing her for sex either.

As Jack and the mystery man typed replies on the cuckold chatroom, Jack soon poured out his heart. Somehow, this man could get Jack to open up and tell more about his marriage than he usually would to the guys. He told the stranger about his concerns for his marriage, about the distance he felt growing between him and Emily.

He revealed his fantasies to the stranger, even the desires he had kept hidden. I want to see my wife with another man, Jack admitted as he typed. I want to see him fuck her, her eyes lighting up, watching his thick cock, to feel her skin against mine, knowing that she belongs to another man and that he's using her in any way he wants.

Jack's words came out in a rush as he typed. He had taken his dick out at this point and was already dripping. He would stroke it a few times in between typing, edging himself near climax, then holding off.

Mr. Mysterious was also hard and drippy from all the pictures of Emily. He enjoyed a good cuckold husband who was submissive.

It meant he could dominate the conversation, and that made his shaft particularly stiff. He responded steadily, choosing his words with care. Have you ever considered actually making it happen? He asked Jack as his powerful hand wrapped and pumped his pulsing shaft.

Jack hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Could he really go through with this? He imagined Emily's surprise, her shock, and perhaps even her anger if he told her about it.

But he couldn't help the way he felt. Jack's gaze trailed down to his own lap, where his arousal was growing steadily harder in his hand. The chat with Mr.

Mysterious had really excited him. He stroked himself slowly, letting his mind wander to the possibility of seeing Emily with him. He imagined her submitting to his touch, and his dick twitched at the thought.

Jack let out a shaky breath, pushing away from his desk. He needed to clear his head, to focus on something else for a moment. BRB, he typed into the chat room and stood up, adjusting his shorts.

He went to the stairs of his basement office and climbed up quietly. He then gently checked on Emily. She was sound asleep in their bedroom.

He then went to the garage and lit up a cigarette. As he breathed in his mind, wandered back to the mystery man. He thought about the man's profile picture.

Jack imagined mystery man standing before him, tall and muscular, his handsome features illuminated by the soft glow of lights. He knew this encounter could change everything, his marriage, his relationship with his wife, even his self-perception. He felt excited, uncertain, and scared, but still wanted to move forward.

He finished his cigarette and wandered back to his office. He was unsure of what to say next, so he typed, I'm back, in the private message. The man replied with a simple sentence, ready when you are? He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, trying to calm his racing heart.

The man then typed, if your wife isn't ready yet, maybe you should meet me yourself. Jack's heart raced as he read the message, his mind filled with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. I gotta go, he replied, and exited the chat room.

He then stroked his dick as he fantasized about what the man had insinuated. Jack had seen many husbands online who were into that type of thing, but the idea had never appealed to him, until now. Soon, he was nearing climax.

Jack orgasmed hard, while thinking about meeting the mystery man in person and showing him Emily's pictures. For the next several days, Jack couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of actually hooking up with the mystery man. He would wake up in the middle of the night, his heart pounding in anticipation.

Each day, he would picture what might happen, imagining the man's big shaved cock, his hands on Emily, and the pleasure that might ensue. He tried to push the thoughts aside, reminding himself that this was foolish, unrealistic, but he couldn't resist the temptation. Several weeks passed, and every night, they would chat into the early dawn.

Jack was feeling much more comfortable, and shared lots of photos of Emily with the mystery man. He even found out that his name was Michael. That Friday night, during dinner, Jack's mind was consumed with thoughts of going to the cuckold chat room and finding Michael again.

Everything okay, darling? Emily asked, noticing that something preoccupied him in thought, and he was playing with the chicken thigh on his plate, instead of eating it. What's going on, honey? Are you feeling alright? Jack looked up at her, his eyes holding a mix of confusion and guilt.

I'm good, sweetheart, he whispered, his voice barely audible. I'm just thinking about the class and project that I'm working on at the office. I'm sure you'll figure it out, Jack, she replied.

Now, eat your dinner, honey, it's getting cold, Emily said, as she picked up her fork and took a bite of her food. Jack nodded and took a sip of his wine. Something had always attuned her to his emotions, sensing when something was wrong.

Jack shook his head, attempting to clear his mind. I'm fine, darling, he said, trying to sound convincing. He didn't want to burden her with his thoughts and desires.

After a moment of silence, Emily smiled and put her hand on Jack's cheek. You know I'm always here to listen if you need to talk, Jack. If whatever you're thinking about is bothering you, tell me, Emily said, with a concerned tone.

It's nothing, sweetheart. So, how's work at the office for you? He asked his pretty wife.

She gave a small smile in response and took a sip of her wine. She then leaned back in her seat and sighed contentedly. My work is fine, dear.

We got some new clients, and I'm working on some interesting projects. Emily paused for a moment, looking into Jack's eyes. You seem different lately, Jack.

Is everything really all right? Jack felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that he had been keeping secrets from Emily. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal.

You know what, honey? I think I want to take some new pictures of you tonight. It's been a long time, and I've been really wanting to take some naughty photos.

Emily raised her eyebrow as her green eyes widened. Okay, maybe we can arrange for that after everyone goes to bed, she replied with a wink. Later that evening, after the household went to bed, the couple went to their bedroom.

I'll take a quick shower to freshen up, Emily said, planting a soft kiss on Jack's lips. She then took off her clothes, and soon the sound of hot water running issued from the bathroom. Jack was already into it.

It wasn't the thought of seeing his wife naked that excited him, but more the idea of showing Michael her pics later. When Emily returned to the bedroom, she had wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel. You won't be needing that, Jack smirked as he took the damp towel off, revealing her naked body.

The hot water had flushed her tits, and her nipples stood up. Her skin was glistening from the steam. Jack stared at her as she dried off her hair.

Emily caught him looking and smiled. Like what you see, she asked, her voice low and husky. Jack swallowed hard.

Secretly, he was thinking about what Michael the mystery man had said in the chat room. He walked over and held her big tits, leaned down, and sucked on her rose-colored nipples. He then ran his hand down her body and cupped her pussy.

She had a fresh shave, with just a small tuft of hair above her slit. Her mound felt warm against his palm. Why don't you put on those lacy black thongs, darling, and pose for me by the bed, he whispered in her ear.

Emily nodded in agreement, her excitement growing with every word Jack spoke. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out the thongs he had requested, stepping into them slowly and seductively. As she made her way back to the bed, Jack unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the ground.

His dick twitched with anticipation, ready for action. You look amazing, Jack said, as he took in the sight of Emily in the black lace panties. She was standing in front of him, her hands resting on her cocked hips, while her red hair cascaded down her back in loose waves.

His eyes traveled over her generous tits, taking in every curve and dip. He knew any straight man would fuck her hard, given the chance. Thank you, honey, Emily replied, blushing slightly.

I really want to make sure I look my best for our mystery man. Jack froze. He felt an icy shiver rush down his back, his eyes growing in surprise.

It was as if a North Pole snowstorm had booted him right in the nuts.