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The One Less Traveled #2 - Cuckold's Chosen Path


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Nick and Nicole are the quintessential suburban couple: great jobs, two fantastic kids, and successful careers. Bored with their safe, predictable lives, they embark on a relationship with Collin, a wealthy, gorgeous executive.

Collin and Nicole are perfect together. An overwhelming lust and passion soon defines them. Nick finds himself accepting the role of Cuckold Husband, and he becomes addicted to watching the sexy couple. When Collin and Nicole decide to spend time alone, Nick struggles to deal with being excluded from their relationship.

As Collin assumes a dominant role, he starts making demands. First among them, is to remove her wedding rings. Nick objects, leaving Nicole in the middle, and the explosive argument that follows could endanger their budding relationship.

Cuckold’s Chosen Path is the continuing story of Nick and Nicole, and their choice to take the path less traveled.


      My body sank onto the bed, as my mind tried to make sense of everything. I’d gone from sitting alone in the hotel lobby, tortured by my imagination, to listening to Collin calmly dissect the entire cuckold/hotwife relationship dynamic. Now I found myself alone again, dismissed by the horny couple, and once again being water-boarded by my vivid imagination.
      To say we’d covered some serious ground tonight would a severe understatement, and I struggled to bring it all into focus. I could almost hear my heart beating, and adrenaline still coursed through my system. My hand absently wiped the sweat from my brow. A logical person by nature, I tried to collect my thoughts.
      I failed miserably.
      A confused, conflicted, and excited cuckold husband, it summarized my situation perfectly.
      So much to this lifestyle appealed to me, so much that I enjoyed, but I still struggled with the loss of control. That was the problem. I’d lost the ability to control the outcome, and truthfully, I didn’t have much influence either. I’d even lost control over my own lust. I felt perpetually excited around them, and that, most of all, worried me.
      I didn’t want to admit to Collin and Nicole that I loved watching them. I sure as hell didn’t want to admit that I found masturbating to visions and memories of them together more satisfying than having sex with Nicole myself. The consequences of those admissions were incomprehensible. As I mentioned before, I’m an analytical person, process oriented and all that stuff, and as I lay on the bed sifting through my emotions, I realized my biggest emotion wasn’t lust or excitement.
      It was fear.
      Fear for my marriage.
      Fear for my masculinity.
      Fear of an unknown future.
      I was afraid of the truths I’d have to face if we continued down this path. Without a doubt, my biggest fear was that Nicole would remain in our marriage, but view me as less of a man, less of a husband. I was afraid my wife would stop loving me, stop seeing me as her husband and the father of her children. The possibility her eyes reflecting disdain rather than love terrified me. I couldn’t live with that outcome, even if she could, and I knew it would end our marriage. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually it would wither away until it collapsed under the weight of Collin, his money and movie star looks, and his unbelievable war-cock.
      Exhaustion hit me, and I gave up trying to win this particular battle. Tomorrow. I return to the battlefield tomorrow. My hands mopped my sweaty face again, and I dragged myself back to a standing position. A few deep breaths, and then I started for the restroom. Nicole met me at the door, and my jaw dropped open. Conscious, rational thought evaporated in an instant, as I stared at the most beautiful woman on the planet. Wearing a white baby-doll nightie, with matching panties, and clear plastic, stripper, fuck-me-pumps, she qualified as a national treasure. She put her hand on my chest, and slow-walked into the room, pushing me back as she walked. A playful smile tugged at her mouth. She loved my reaction. The baby-doll was completely sheer and swayed nicely as she swayed forward. Her panties were little more than a small triangle of material, and thin strings that disappeared around her hips.
      A satisfied and naughty expression passed over her face. She reveled in the effect she had on me, hell, the effect she had on all men. The back of my legs hit the bed, and with no idea what to do next I simply waited. Our eyes held each other. Love and affection reflected back at me in her beautiful brown eyes. Well, there may have been a little lust, but I sensed that wasn’t for me, so I held onto the emotions I knew would last. Finally, she hugged me close for a long moment, and then kissed me. A nice kiss, but also quick, with no promise behind it. I didn’t care. I loved the feel of her body against mine, her breasts were nice and full, and I could feel her nipples, hard against my chest.
      “Nick, do you want me to stay with you tonight? I will, if that’s what you want.”
      Decision time.
      I took a deep breath and held it. I wanted to hold her, kiss her, and fall asleep with her in my arms. I also considered throwing her on the bed and having my way with her. She’d let me, I knew she would, and I could reclaim her as mine. Maybe I’d even insist this relationship stop, and we’d resume our normal suburban marriage.
      Normal. Safe. Boring.
      A black and white future, and after experiencing the vivid colors of a cuckold relationship, I couldn’t accept that future. I’d take the emotional highs and lows, and the constant vacillating between fear and lust, over a safe, boring future.
      I believed Nicole when she said she would stay with me; however, I knew she really wanted to spend the night with her boyfriend. She’d stay with me because she felt obligated, not because she really wanted to be with me, and that felt wrong on multiple levels. I realized I couldn’t ask her to stay, I couldn’t deny her the pleasure she got from her new relationship. I signed up for this “boyfriend” situation and understood the risks. I might have underestimated the effect it would have on me, but that wasn’t Nicole’s issue to deal with, it was mine. We’d only been in this relationship for a short time, but I knew what I wanted, what I needed.
      I made my choice.

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