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.