<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/36756317">Click here</a> to read the first part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="63218686" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“He needs to be tall, good-looking, and in good shape. Muscular would be preferable, but that’s not always possible. He also needs to have a big cock – at least eight inches and it needs to be thick – and he must possess the stamina to fuck me for a lot longer than you’ve ever been able to. Also, he needs to be the kind of man that likes taking charge in the bedroom. Finally, I want him to have had some experience fucking married women while their husbands watch.”</p><p>I typed everything into my laptop, all while thinking about how surreal it was that my wife was giving me a list of the qualities she was looking for in the man she would be cuckolding me with.</p><p>“I know that’s a lot,” Victoria said, “but that kind of man is out there. It might take you a while to find him, but he’s out there and if I’m going to cuckold you then I see no reason I should settle for anything less than the best.”</p><p>“Of course,” I said.</p><p>“Given that it might take some time, I’d like you to get started right away,” Victoria said.</p><p>“Okay,” I replied.</p><p>“Now, you’re not going to be able to trust that these guys are being honest about their qualifications. You’re going to have to meet them in person. Too many guys are willing to lie through their teeth if it means getting laid. I’m also going to require that you confirm their cock size in person. Size isn’t everything, but it’s really important and I’m not giving myself to a man that lies about the size of his dick and disappoints me when he finally shows it off. Do you understand?” Victoria asked.</p><p>“Uhhh,” was all I could manage to say as I tried to wrap my head around the idea of telling guys to drop their pants so I could check their cock size.</p><p>“Does that scare you, honey? Does the idea of looking at a stranger’s cock scare you?” Victoria asked as she deftly pulled the laptop from my hands and placed it on the coffee table.</p><p>She straddled me and slowly ground her crotch into mine, bringing my cock to life with surprising speed.</p><p>“You’re going to see his cock when he fucks me, you know,” she said as I grew stiffer. “You’re going to see his cock sliding in and out of your wife’s beautiful pussy. You’re going to see him fucking the pussy that you’ve largely been denied access to. What makes you so nervous about seeing it when I’m not there?”</p><p>“I…I don’t know,” I said. “It just seems weird.”</p><p>Victoria leaned down and gently pressed her forehead against mine. I felt the warmth of her breath against my skin and in that moment I wanted nothing more than for her to kiss me.</p><p>“Is it because it feels a little gay, honey? Is that what you’re worried about?” she asked in a soft, sweet voice.</p><p>That wasn’t exactly it, but it was in that neighborhood. There was just something strange about it, like I was crossing some kind of border that I couldn’t come back from.</p><p>Victoria sat up, leaned back and flashed her devilish smile again. I’d gotten a lot more familiar with that smile since she’d begun my orgasm denial and it usually signaled something exceptionally naughty happening in her head.</p><p>“I want you to start thinking about something,” Victoria said as she reached between my legs and stroked the bulge that my cock had formed.</p><p>“What’s that?” I asked before a groan of pleasure escaped my lips.</p><p>“I want you to think about how far you’re willing to go to be a cuckold. I want you to think about how important my pleasure is to you,” she said.</p><p>“It’s the most important thing,” I answered. A month ago that wouldn’t have been an entirely honest answer, but things had changed. My approach had changed. Victoria’s skillful administration of orgasm denial had seen to that.</p><p>“Are you sure?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, I’m sure,” I said. “I really am. I still think about my orgasms and my pleasure, but your pleasure is what matters most.”</p><p>“Then it shouldn’t bother you to have to look at another man’s dick,” Victoria said. “It doesn’t make you gay.”</p><p>She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, sending me to a place of intense pleasure. It had been a week since I’d been permitted to cum and I was in a state of arousal that felt like it bordered on insanity.</p><p>Victoria leaned forward and kissed me as her fingers moved up and down my shaft. She teased the head, played with the precum, and moaned into my mouth as I got lost in my desire.</p><p>“Plus,” she whispered, “you’re going to be sucking cock for me before long.”</p><p>I leaned as far back into the couch cushion as I could manage as panic rushed through me. Victoria stroked me faster, seemingly in an effort to curb my desire to escape from her grasp.</p><p>“Take a deep breath,” she said. “It’s okay. I know it’s scary, but many cuckolds are eager cocksuckers for their wives. They’re fluffers, like those girls on porn sets that keep the male talent hard. Your job will be to get the man I choose to fuck nice and hard for my pussy. You’ll do it to show that you put my pleasure before yours. You’ll do it to show that you understand and embrace your place. You’ll do it because that’s what cuckolds do. You’ll do it if you actually want to watch someone else fuck me.”</p><p>“What?” I said. The panic and stress was obvious in my voice. “But, Victoria, I don’t want to do that.”</p><p>That smile crossed her face again before she said, “It doesn’t matter what you want. I’m sure you didn’t want to give up your orgasms either, but you did and now you’re happier for it, aren’t you?”</p><p>I nodded, though not without some effort. I didn’t want to admit she was right.</p><p>“If you want to enjoy your cuckolding you’ll need to let go of everything you thought you were,” Victoria said. “You need to surrender to me. Do you understand?”</p><p>I nodded.</p><p>“You’re mine, Matt,” she said. “The moment you asked me to cuckold you our marriage changed. I didn’t know it at the time, but it did. I changed, and so did you. Now I’m following through. I’m making you what you want to be, even if you don’t know it.”</p><p>I wasn’t sure she was right, but I couldn’t help but find the idea of going along with her desires immensely arousing, even if they terrified me at the same time.</p><p>“Now, I’m going to put your cock back in your pants and you’re going to make me cum and do so without complaint. Do you understand?” she asked.</p><p>I nodded.</p><p>Victoria slid my cock back into my pants, zipped me up, and moved to her back on the couch. She lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and said, “Get to work.”</p><p>I took my place between her legs and worshiped her pussy. She came in just a few minutes and I took joy in providing her an orgasm.</p><p>Afterwards, Victoria sat up, took my head in her hands, and asked, “Are you going to find a man to fuck your wife? Are you going to do a good job? Are you going to confirm that he’s everything I need him to be?”</p><p>“I will,” I said. I was nervous as hell about it, but I was going to do it.</p><p><br></p><p>Finding a guy turned out to be an enormous pain in the ass. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have been surprised, but that didn’t stop it from being frustrating.</p><p>I posted ads on Reddit and Fetlife first, figuring there was no need to pay for a membership to an adult-related dating site. It turns out that was a bit of a mistake. The vast majority of the messages I got were a complete waste of time. The guys just wanted pictures, or wanted me to tell them exactly what my wife would be willing to do for them, that kind of thing. They were just dudes jerking off. It was worthless.</p><p>A few guys actually seemed serious, but they either lived far away or had such limited availability that it seemed like they were married and hoping to find an easy way to cheat on their wives. That definitely was the sort of man Victoria was looking for.</p><p>Ultimately, I paid for a membership to a site geared towards helping swingers connect. There were plenty of single guys on there and they were almost all looking to actually meet up. I guess paying for a monthly membership ensures that you’re committed to actually meeting and not just looking for jerk off material.</p><p>It still took some time – and I got a few very nasty messages from seemingly insecure guys that were annoyed with my wife’s list of qualifications – but eventually I ended up at a coffee shop waiting for a potential guy to show up for an in person meeting.</p><p>I smiled when I saw Connor come in. He looked exactly like the picture he’d taken – tall, good-looking, and muscular – and he moved with the kind of confidence I knew Victoria wanted in a man.</p><p>I gave him a wave and slid out of the booth to greet him with a handshake.</p><p>“Matt?” Connor said before taking my hand in his and giving a firm shake.</p><p>“That’s me,” I replied.</p><p>Connor flashed a charming smile as he slid into the booth and said, “It’s good to finally meet you.”</p><p>“Yeah, you too,” I added. “I know this is a little bit awkward, so thank you for being willing to jump through hoops for this.”</p><p>“It’s not all that unusual, to be honest,” Connor explained. “Your wife is right to be careful. There are a lot of weirdos out there.”</p><p>“Believe me, I know,” I said. “I’ve been in touch with my fair share of weirdos throughout this process.”</p><p>Connor leaned back and laughed as I saw his muscles flex in the tight t-shirt he had on. I was quite certain Victoria would enjoy that part of him, at least.</p><p>“This isn’t entirely about my wife being careful, though,” I said.</p><p>“What do you mean?” Connor asked as he leaned forward.</p><p>I immediately wished I hadn’t said anything. Connor didn’t need to know the inner workings of my marriage, especially the kinky part. There was something about him that made me want to share, though.</p><p>“Uhhh, well, my wife, Victoria, has kind of taken control,” I explained. “This whole thing started almost two months ago when she said she’d be willing to cuckold me but that I’d have to be willing to prove that I wanted it.”</p><p>Connor leaned forward and smiled as he asked, “And how did you have to prove it?”</p><p>“At first I had to give up control over my orgasms. Now she decides when or if I’m allowed to cum. Then she insisted that I do the groundwork to find someone for her to…well, to fuck, and she insisted that there be some elements to it that I wasn’t entirely comfortable with,” I explained.</p><p>Connor laughed and said, “I haven’t met your wife but I like her already. There’s something irresistibly sexy about a confident woman.”</p><p>“Yes, there is,” I said.</p><p>“So how often do you get to cum?” Connor asked.</p><p>“Not often,” I said. “I’ve had six orgasms in two months.”</p><p>Connor leaned back, smiled, and said, “Damn, you really are dedicated to this. I could never do that.”</p><p>“So, you said you have experience with this sort of thing. You don’t have to get too graphic about it, but what sort of experience are we talking about?” I asked, figuring I’d go right into the interview portion of our meeting.</p><p>“I’ve been with three different couples that were into the same thing you and your wife are considering. I played with one of those couples for nearly a year and things got pretty kinky in that time, so I feel like I’ve experienced just about everything this lifestyle has to offer, though I’m sure I’ll learn something new from you and your wife,” Connor said.</p><p>At that time I had no practical experience with cuckolding so I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of curiosity over Connor’s real life experience.</p><p>“What…what kind of stuff?” I asked. “I mean, what did you experience?”</p><p>The smile Connor flashed struck me as similar to Victoria’s look of devious delight. In hindsight I’m fairly certain he was expressing a certain sense of confidence at having gotten me hooked.</p><p>“Honestly, I think it would be best if you discovered that as you go on the journey. After all, your wife and this other cuckold’s wife sound fairly similar. She very much enjoyed being in control and making her husband prove that he wanted what he claimed to want. She made him go to extremes to show his willingness to make her happy, too,” Connor said.</p><p>I wanted to know what those extremes were. It had been ten days since my last climax and I could feel the desire coursing through me. Victoria had spent two months training me to embrace being her cuckold and though I didn’t see it at the time, now I can see that she’d done an excellent job of opening my mind to far kinkier pursuits than I’d ever considered.</p><p>“Extremes?” I asked.</p><p>Connor smiled, but he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t going to give me what I wanted and I remember thinking that he seemed perfectly aligned with Victoria in that way.</p><p>“So, you’d obviously feel comfortable with what this would be,” I said, knowing that I had to move on.</p><p>Connor leaned forward, stared into my eyes, and said, “It would be my pleasure to fuck your wife while you watch, to show you what it’s like when someone that’s far better than you slides his cock into her pussy and gives her a better orgasm than you’ve ever managed. It would be my pleasure to show your wife that you were destined to be a cuckold, that she made the right choice in deciding to welcome another man into her pussy.”</p><p>I was hard under the table. Rock hard. I was hard because I couldn’t help but imagine Connor fucking my wife. I couldn’t help but imagine him doing exactly as he said he was going to do. I couldn’t help but find the idea of it immensely arousing.</p><p>“Why don’t we move on to the most important part of this?” he suggested.</p><p>I stared at him. I was so lost in my desire that I couldn’t quite process what he was saying.</p><p>“You need to confirm my size, right?” he asked.</p><p>“Oh, yes,” I said. I remained glued to the seat, though.</p><p>“Well?” Connor said as I sat there staring.</p><p>“I…I need a minute,” I said.</p><p>He smiled and leaned back. “How long has it been since your wife let you cum?” he asked.</p><p>“Ten days,” I replied.</p><p>“So you’re hard right now?” he asked. “You’re thinking about me fucking your wife and you’re hard?”</p><p>I nodded.</p><p>“I’ll tell you what,” Connor said as he slid out of the booth. “I’ll be in my car. It’s the blue BMW X5. You can’t miss it. When you’re ready, come and see me.”</p><p>I watched him leave and tried my best to think about anything other than Victoria cuckolding me. It took a few minutes, but eventually my erection subsided.</p><p>I took a deep breath and got up. I tossed my coffee cup in the trash, opened the door, and scanned the parking lot. Connor’s car was parked under a tree in the corner and I headed that way.</p><p>My heart pounded, in part because I was almost certainly going to see another man’s cock and in part because I was taking a fairly significant step towards my cuckolding. Connor had passed the other tests. He was everything Victoria wanted. As long as his cock was as big as he claimed, he’d be the man to cuckold me.</p><p>I stopped for a moment at the passenger’s side door. I considered walking away. There would be no real harm in it. I could tell Victoria I didn’t want to do it. I could put an end to all of it.</p><p>I didn’t, though. I opened the door and climbed into the front seat. I looked over at Connor and saw a confident smile on his face.</p><p>“Are you ready?” he asked as he looked down at his crotch.</p><p>My gaze followed his and I saw a bulge in his pants. It was big. He was unquestionably the size he’d claimed to be.</p><p>“I…honestly, I think we’re good,” I said. He was big. He was big enough to make Victoria happy.</p><p>“Are you sure, Matt?” he asked. “Are you sure that seeing a bulge through my pants is good enough? Are you sure that your wife would be happy if you went back and told her that you saw something that looked like a dick in my jeans?”</p><p>I said nothing, but I knew he was right.</p><p>“I think we both know what your wife really wants, don’t we? She wants you to have to stare at another man’s cock. She wants you to confront the idea that another man is going to fuck her. She wants you to submit to having to do this for her even if you find it embarrassing or humiliating,” Connor said.</p><p>He was right. Of course he was right. “You’re right,” I said.</p><p>“I know. So reach over, unzip my pants, and take my cock out to make sure it’s big enough to fuck your wife like she needs to be fucked,” Connor said.</p><p>“What?” I said. “No. I’m not doing that. Why do I have to do that?”</p><p>I tried not to panic. I thought of what Victoria had said. I thought of how she’d been perfectly clear that I would be asked to do so much more than that at some point. I thought about how she told me to let go of my fears and embrace her pleasure. None of it was enough to compel me to pull Connor’s cock from his pants, though.</p><p>“Your wife isn’t the only one that gets to make demands, Matt,” Connor said in a firm, commanding tone. “She isn’t the only one that finds pleasure in your submission. You don’t know the things I made that other cuckold do. You don’t know what kind of fun I had with him. You don’t know what it unlocked inside me.”</p><p>I saw the intense lust in his eyes. I saw his desire to seize control.</p><p>“I can tell you this, though,” Connor continued. “I discovered that I found it rather pleasurable to play with a dutiful little cuckold bitch, to make him do what I wanted because he was so keen on watching me fuck his wife. You want that, don’t you Matt? You want me to fuck your wife, don’t you? You want me to show her what it’s like when a real man fills her pussy, don’t you?”</p><p>I nodded. It was basically the same thing he’d said in the coffee shop and yet it worked again. I was hard. Arousal and fear rushed through my body.</p><p>“So take my dick out, Matt. Reach over, unzip my pants, and pull out the cock that’s going to fuck your wife. Look at it. Feel it in your hands. Admire its size. Admire its superiority to whatever you have between your legs,” Connor demanded.</p><p>I leaned closer and reached out.</p><p>“That’s good. Show me that you want to be a cuckold. Show me that you want me to satisfy your wife in ways you’ve never satisfied her,” Connor said.</p><p>I found his zipper and pulled it down.</p><p>“Pull out my cock, Matt,” he said. “Pull out the cock that’s going to change your life.”</p><p>I reached inside, worked my fingers into his underwear, and found his cock. My heart pounded hard in my chest and my cock throbbed. I was terrified and aroused at the same time. It was a uniquely strange, intoxicating set of feelings.</p><p>It took a little work, but eventually I pulled out Connor’s cock. He’d said he was nine inches long and it looked like he’d been telling the truth.</p><p>“Am I big enough, Matt?” he asked.</p><p>My fingers were still around the base of his cock as I nodded.</p><p>“Do you want me to fuck your wife?” Connor asked.</p><p>I nodded.</p><p>“Good. Then I just need you to do one small thing for me,” he said.</p><p>I dreaded whatever he was going to say next. I knew it was going to be something I didn’t want to do. It was inevitable.</p><p>“I need you to submit, Matt,” he said.</p><p>“How?” I asked, though I had a good idea of what he meant.</p><p>“Take me in your mouth, Matt. Suck my cock. Just for a moment. Show me that you can be a good cuckold. Show me that you’re not going to fight it when your wife and I take you on this kinky journey. Show me that you’re capable of doing what you’re told even if you don’t want to do it,” Connor said.</p><p>I leaned a little closer as my heart pounded so hard it felt like I could feel it vibrating in my chest.</p><p>“There you go,” Connor said as his hand moved to the back of my head. “Take me in your mouth. Suck my cock.”</p><p>I approached the thick, flared head of his cock. I stared at the little slit his piss came out of. I stared at the soft, smooth flesh. I opened my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his cock. I took him into my mouth.</p><p>Connor laughed as I felt a deep sense of humiliation mix with a kind of wild, kink-driven arousal.</p><p>“I’ll fuck your wife, cuckold,” Connor said. “I’ll fuck her like she’s never been fucked before. I’ll make sure she has the best orgasm of her life and then I’ll do it again and again until she decides that you have no business being anything but her cuck husband, forever denied her pussy in favor of other men.”</p><p>Connor pushed me deeper on his cock and I gagged. He held my head for a moment and then released his grasp. I sat up, gasped for air, and coughed as he laughed and put his cock away.</p><p>“Go home and tell your wife everything,” Connor said. “Tell her I’m exactly what she needs and that I’ll fuck her like she craves. Do you understand?”</p><p>“I do,” I said as I grappled with an array of emotions.</p><p>“Good. If she’s on board send me an email and we’ll set up a first date,” Connor said.</p><p>“Right. I will,” I said as I opened the door and slid out of the car.</p><p>Connor hit the ignition button, put the SUV in reverse, and backed out of the space. He waved at me as I stood there in a daze with half an erection in my pants.</p><p>I could still taste his cock in my mouth. I could still feel his hand on the back of my head. I could still feel the humiliation of having fully crossed a bisexual boundary, and yet I still felt desire coursing through my body.</p><p>Victoria had been clear that I’d be crossing that boundary anyway. I’d simply done it sooner. I knew she wouldn’t be mad. She’d probably find the whole thing delightful, in fact. She’d trained me to submit, after all.</p><p>I made my way to my car and headed home. I had to let my wife know that I’d found the right guy for her.</p>