We piled back into the truck. I could still feel the heat in my face from Patrick practically calling me a cuck to anyone within earshot. Many of us think about things like this. It’s fun to fantasize about the humiliation aspect of the lifestyle. After all, the whole premise of cuckolding as a fetish is that you are not dominant enough, not good enough, not big enough. But Patrick was all those things to Kay, and he knew it. Why would he want to hide it? Let me tell you though, it’s a lot harder to take when it actually happens. When people are staring at you, judging, laughing. It’s a serious test.

“I’ll never see these people again,” I thought to myself, “why am I so embarrassed?” I pulled out of the parking lot to resume our trip back to my house, where I knew I’d end up watching Kay make goo-goo eyes at this guy while he fucked her senseless. I peeked into my mirror and looked at his face. A flood of mixed emotions came over me. Did I really want to go through with it? It didn’t matter though, it was far too late to change course.

I thought back to Kay checking on me in the store. I knew she loved me. But I knew she loved this too. She is such a carefree spirit, trapped in this rat race we call living. She has a hard job, a lot of responsibility within her family, and she carries everyone’s stress with her own. “She needs this,” I thought. I glanced at his face again in the mirror. He was a tool for her. A play thing, to cut loose and forget about everyday life. And if she were to have an incredible sexual experience with him, so what? She deserved it.

My dick had softened in the store, but it started to grow again. I felt myself shifting to a very submissive state of mind. Yet again, I glanced back at Patrick, but I found myself almost appreciating him. I wanted to see her having a good time. But, Kay also had a very dominant side. She could really turn up the humiliation and degradation when she wanted to. She hadn’t done so yet. Maybe it was sprinkled in here and there, but she had been pretty loving toward me all night. I recalled her laughter at the counter, and the way she’d put Patrick’s dick back in her mouth before getting out of the truck, just to kiss me. My dick got fully hard. But for her, that was just toying with me. Something told me she was going to ramp it up at the house.

As I merged back onto the highway, Kay reached up and laid her hand on my shoulder. “Play something I like,” she said. “Here,” I replied, handing her my phone to pick something. For the rest of the ride, the three of them talked about music, flipping through songs and artists, reminiscing about shows they’d been to. Things really didn’t start heating back up until the last few minutes.

The girls came out of the bathroom and walked to the candy aisle. Patrick wandered over to meet them there. I stood at the end of the aisle, watching and waiting. “Ooh I love those,” Kay said as Alyssa picked up a bag of something. “I’ll share,” Alyssa said back. Patrick was standing behind them. He smacked both their asses – one with each hand. “That’s the spirit,” he said, “sharing is caring.” He looked over at me, standing quietly by myself. “Right?” he prompted. I made a “sure” kind of face, raising my eyebrows and pressing my lips together tightly. He smirked. Kay turned back to look at him with a smirk, and then looked at me. “Or in his case, watching is,” she said, winking at me.

Seeing the unamused look on my face, she stepped over to me. “You doing okay, boo?” she asked. “I’m fine,” I said. She gave me a peck on the cheek. “You want something?” she asked, gesturing toward the aisle full of candy. “Sour Skittles,” I replied, giving her a little grin. She walked down to the other end of the aisle to grab them, and then scanned the aisle for something for herself. She picked up a bag and we all headed over to the checkout. The girls laid the three items on the counter, and I stepped forward to pay, but Patrick nudged himself in and said, “I got it,” as he reached for his wallet.

The guy behind the counter was certainly not clean cut, or possibly even clean. His pants didn’t fit right, his hair wasn’t laying in any particular direction, and he looked like a stoner with his eyes not quite fully open. “Eight thiry-nine,” he said, looking up to Patrick who was pulling out his card. “Thanks,” I said. Patrick looked at me as he reached out to hand the guy his card. “It’s the least I can do before I fuck your girlfriend.”

The cashier, reaching for Patrick’s card, stopped and stared. I looked at him and felt my face turn red. The girls both reacted at the same time. “Uh! Patrick!” Alyssa said, slapping his arm. Kay just laughed. The cashier proceeded to take the card and stick it into the reader. He looked down at what he was doing, and then back up. “Wait, for real?” he asked, looking at Patrick. Before anyone could answer, he continued, “Which one’s your girlfriend?” he asked, looking over at me. I didn’t say anything, but Kay raised her hand and smiled.

The card reader beeped, and the guy removed Patrick’s card. “Nice,” he said, extending his arm toward Patrick, “have fun!” Patrick was loving it. I looked at his face as I grabbed my Skittles and started to turn away from the counter, and he had a cocky grin. “You can eat those while you watch,” he said. The girls both laughed as they grabbed their stuff off the counter. They were all enjoying this game of seeing how much they could embarrass me.