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Cuckold Story idea Chapter 1 and 2
🕑 Added 2021-09-12 10:13:47 +0000 UTCSo this story was one that I came up with before I came up with Life of a Dominant Futanari and had two chapters for it made before I changed my mind.
These Stories will not be continued in the short term and will only EVER be picked up after I finish one of my current stories not before. I will not increase the number of books in the works.
Chapter 1
The daily grind driving to and from work continued. Horns all around me and the slight smog from cars entered the atmosphere, probably joining in the list of things that could cause cancer. The drive was monotonous, and the traffic bumper to bumper.
Every day it was like this, and my frustration grew as I opened the window. I heard something and looked back to see a Moped driving between cars passing me at high speed, making me jump. I screamed obscenities at the driver, as did many others in front of me. I hit the wheel, venting a slight amount of my frustrations.
After another hour, I finally got home pulling into the driveway. I lived in a small house on the edge of the city. Initially, we wanted to grow our family with my husband, but things didn't work out like that. Lately, my career had been taking off. I got a promotion that I worked hard towards. If I got pregnant at this point, it wouldn't be a good career move. The raise also made it in a year or two; we could actually afford the hospital bills. I sighed as I looked at the mail on the table and saw the dozen of bills at the top of the stack.
My frustration grew, I loved my husband, but he could fucking help with this stuff. My husband was a team leader in his company in the IT department. He could fix my computer, so I think he is good at his job, but he had been stuck in the same position for a few years now. That was in stark contrast to how my career taking off. I was one promotion away from becoming a director in work. They had fast-tracked me, and my work hours have increased.
I took the bills my husband left on the table for me to deal with, and I got more frustrated. He worked, but that didn't mean I didn't fucking work. I opened up, looking at all the bills sighing. Another day in the life as an American and more debt to pay. Still, I had almost finished half my School loans, and my husband still had three quarters left. We were on the fast track to paying it off with my recent promotions and raises. My Bonus this year should bite a chunk out of it as well.
I sat at my desk and got ready to start paying the bills one by one. With the screen coming off sleep mode, I got a surprise. On-screen was something called Cuckold Sissy Hypnosis. I was surprised, to say the least, and I noticed the video was watched entirely on the bar at the bottom. I looked in the trash can to see some used tissues that were not from me. I recognized my husband used some porn to get himself off. I sighed our waning sex life was becoming more and more evident to me. I was swamped, but recently I couldn't work up the energy to initiate. I was starting to feel sexually frustrated myself compounding on work and commute frustrations.
I decided fuck it and turned on the video from the start to see what my husband was into these days. The video started to play, and my surprise grew in proportion to the seconds of the video I watched. My hand never went into my pants with the thought of playing with myself that I originally started the video thinking of doing. Instead, I was surprised at the number of cocks and a voice telling the viewer they were a Faggot and many other terms, meaning you're gay. I was utterly surprised how it said that your wife was out getting alpha men and who could blame them. Your Cock was tiny, right?
As the video played, I was utterly surprised at the content that all thoughts on my bills vanished. My frustrations at work became minor problems, and I didn't know what to do. I was confused, and the video finished. I looked in the trash can and knew my husband had gotten off more than once today to put that many tissues in it. He forgot to close it or didn't realize he left the bills out for me. I usually don't sit at the computer on a typical day and go for a bath. I liked to relax for a bit before sitting on the couch and play some games to release stress.
This was an oversight, so I didn't think this was on purpose from him. He was an IT guy as well, and he knew how to clean up internet history himself. I decided to look into it and found a trove of porn history all centered around being Cuckolded and Sissification. The sudden information seemed to bring me to a standstill, and I didn't know how to process this.
My husband has never been a man's man. He was caring and sweet, easily winning me over in college. We dated for seven years now, and I never knew he had these thoughts. I never noticed any signs, but I realized I was missing some clothing as I thought back. My Husband was around the same size as me, and although I haven't been to the gym regularly with the recent promotion, I was still in good shape. We were the same height at around five foot five inches. We were around the same body size as well, except I, of course, had better curves.
The more I thought, the more my brain seemed to shut down with these revelations. I decided to stop for a moment. I needed to return to normal for a couple of minutes, and I closed all the porn. In a daze, I finished opening each bill and started to pay them off in order of importance. At this moment, instead of frustration, it was oddly soothing to do this. It was a normal thing to pay for these, and I finished faster than I wished.
I needed to relax, so I headed to the kitchen and poured a glass of red wine before telling myself Fuck it. I grabbed the bottle and headed to the Bath. The bath started to fill, and I locked the bathroom door. I stripped, looking at myself in the mirror; I was an attractive woman still. I had an excellent-looking face with a small mole under my right eye and dimples when I smiled. I looked at my double D breasts that bordered on the E cup. They gave me trouble with back pain regularly, but I looked good. They were too large for one hand, but they never subtracted the attention I received in the past. I held up my breasts, looking in the mirror, and turned to look at myself all around. I had diminishing six-pack abs as well. I missed working out more often, but the stress was starting to build up. Maybe I should go to the gym more often, I thought. I turned to look at my ass, noticing it had a little more cushion than I wanted these days, but I had wide hips. I looked like a porn star; why was I feeling wrong about my attractiveness? I never had these feelings in the past. In college, I knew many sought me out, but my husband won my heart. I had never been with any other man.
I looked at the bath and realized that the tub would overfill if I didn't stop it now. I took the badly needed wine and got in, sighing with relief. I sipped on the wine before taking a large mouthful. My contemplation continued as I took rapidly increasing amounts of wine into my stomach. I didn't know what to feel about it all, and I realized my first glass was empty. I poured another glass as the water soaked my body, taking away none of my new stress. Before I knew it, I had finished the bottle and got out of the bath. I felt a buzz already and knew staying in the tub wasn't safe. I got out and decided to dry off.
After that, I put on my bra and panties and a large shirt covering everything just to the mid-thigh. I bought this on Amazon years ago as comfy pajamas. The shirt made me look like I was in my lover's clothing or something. I moved down to the couch when I realized I hadn't seen my husband. Notwithstanding the things I found out today, I gave him a call as I sat down booting up the console. I grabbed another bottle of wine before sitting on the sofa as the call came in.
"Hey, Babe!" He answered.
"Hey, I have been home for a time and hadn't seen you," I replied quickly, not wanting to get deep into the conversation, trying not to blurt out my discoveries.
"I got called in some servers crashed, and I needed to come back in not long after I got home. I rushed out without thought. Did you find the bills I left on the table?" He asked.
I could feel my eyebrow twitch and annoyance fill me. "Ya, I did paid them already," I said as I decided to pay more attention to the TV in front of me, knowing I needed to shot some noobs. "Thanks for that," I said, my tone sarcastic. "What time will you get home? I have something we need to talk about."
"I do not know. Every fifteen minutes, these servers are down, a lot of money is lost, and it might take all night to get them up and running. I will let you know if I can make it back home tonight, babe." He replied.
"Fine, We will talk when we see each other," I said, knowing I was coming across as insensitive.
"I love you, Babe. Sorry about this." He replied, knowing I was angry about something and assumed it was about this.
"Love you too," I replied shortly before hanging up my annoyance known. I saw the game boot up, and I lost myself in the game world for hours. I was letting my frustrations loose on some prepubescent kids. I averaged a 3.45 Kill death ratio, and I turned off the console feeling lighter, although I knew a hangover would be prevalent in the morning. I was drunk, and I corcked the rest of the bottle before going to bed. I couldn't care about anything with the buzz I was rocking right now and fell asleep as my head hit the pillow.
Chapter 2
I woke up in the morning alone. I grabbed my phone from the charger. I had no idea with a pounding headache, and the sun shining through the window didn't help. I looked at it, noticing a missed call and a couple of text messages. I got up, knowing I needed water and some pills instantly. I moved without a thought in the quiet house, gathering things to help my hangover. My alarm rang, letting me know I needed to get ready for work. I held back the urge to throw it across the house and silenced it. I drank three cups of water with some pills feeling the ache lessen a bit.
With a sigh, I started to cook something, knowing I needed food before anything else. After fifteen minutes of cooking, I had a decent meal that I ate quickly, slowly gathering my wits. I jumped into the shower, thankful it wasn't shampoo day. I cleaned my body all over before I started to dry myself off, getting ready in a professional suit.
I did up my hair, and I looked like a professional in every way. I smiled, showing off my acting skills, before I grabbed my purse and keys and went out the door looking at my phone schedule when I noticed the text messages from my husband. It was an apology for the emergency but that he should be back tonight for what I wanted to talk about. That reminded me of all the issues of last night, like a hammer hitting my head. The headache came back in force as I sat inside my car, turning it on. I sighed and put it into the back of my head.
I was a professional, I told myself. Business is business, and personal things do not meld into the company. With that, I drove my car into the city, fighting traffic, earning my ire with a growing passion. I hated humanity.
An hour later, I arrived at the coffee shop that thankfully was next door to the office space. I order two coffee, both spiked with espresso, to wake me up. I ordered something chocolatey to make me a bit happier as well; I deserved the treat for not going on a murderous rampage. With a chocolate treat in my hand, I went over to the office still early for work. I made my way past the secretaries who said hello. I greeted them back even in a hurry to my desk.
Last night was still making my head pound, and I sighed in relief as I sat in my still new office. I looked at the photo of my wedding pictures with my husband after graduation. I didn't want to see his face right now and laid it flat so that I couldn't see it. I booted my computer, and I got to work.
I was given the blessing of no new meetings today. I had a very productive day also as I dove deep into it. Nothing was stopping me, and the sun in the sky passed silently overhead as I finished a large part of my current project. I was an Engineer and one of the few female ones. My position in the growing company made it known how hard I worked. I started to finish a proposal to top it all off and finished for the day. I sent the last few e-mails to update people on the current place I was at and started on a couple of miscellaneous tasks.
A couple of minutes later, I heard a knock on my office's door. Suprised, I told them to come in. I wasn't surprised when I saw Steven come in. The guy was an ass that was six feet tall and was one of those man's men. I was honestly astonished this was the field that he entered with the level of fitness he showed.
"Hey, I looked over your proposal and the work you finished today. I spotted a couple of things I would like to ask about." He stated, and he sat down across from me, pulling out a laptop. The conversation became very engaged for a while, and he pointed out some things I had overlooked that were minor. It would save on materials, though. It was still in the drafting phase, but I was glad he caught it now instead of later. The project still had months before finishing, though. It was still a relief for me, with the last twenty-four hours being what they were.
"Thanks, Steven. I will see you tomorrow can't burn the overtime tonight; I have something I need to do." I told him.
"No worries. This will save us all more time later. Be a little more careful on the next steps." I gave him a weird look but put it into the back of my mind. His actions today painted him in a better light than he usually was. The thing was, I was now his boss, and I couldn't be caught like this all the time. I thought I was on a roll, but some of my work was compromised.
What I could genuinely use was a vacation. I didn't want to take time off right after being promoted. I have been putting it off, and I could feel the stress building up. That and what I needed to talk to my husband about truly felt my mind fraying on the edges of going crazy. I let out a mild laugh before wishing the receptionist a good night. She was following me out as I headed to the car.
She wished me good luck with my commute, and I wished the same right back. The drive was just as horrendous as it usually was. I was just about to exit the city when I remembered the gym I usually went to before was on the next exit. I made a flash decision and took the exit off the highway heading towards the gym with the unused membership. I had nothing with me, but I didn't care, at this point, there was a sports store in the same plaza. I would purchase some new clothes and treat myself to a little shopping. I would delay the talk with my husband and clear my mind first. A good run will really free up some stress I hoped.
I quickly arrived at the store nearby and started to look through their selection quickly. Their selection for women was more robust than the men's section making me cringe with the increased selection. In the end, I found a black two-piece set that would hug my body tightly. It would show off my mid-drift, but I thought I would look good in it. I would be slightly embarrassed about the diminished abs, but that was nothing. For some reason, I would still look good; that mattered to me a lot at the moment.
With that finished, I took a look and quickly found some shoes that were my size and purchased them with the workout clothing. I noticed a black duffle bag that I decided to pick up to carry it all. The small amount of shopping made me happy and I paid for it. I headed towards the gym right afterward scanning in with the Key for that hung uselessly on my keys for so long.
I looked around seeing a semi-busy gym with lots of activity from each person. I sighed and walked towards the locker rooms and changed. Quickly I was in front of a mirror looking at myself with a smile a small sense of vanity told me I looked good. I hit the treadmills just looking for a run and quickly lost myself in the repeated movement of my feet. I lost myself and only wished for some music.
The only contemplation on my mind was what sort of headset I was going to get so I could play some tunes tomorrow. That thought dominated my mind while I moved from a jog to a run. The repeated movement made me relaxed. I stopped at the gym so I could get home earlier to my husband. This thought made me whiplash hard while I ran and I increased the speed as my thoughts increased in speed. I wished for my mind to temporarily shut down.
My mind was merciless and I had thoughts of him watching that porn at home. His six-inch cock being stroked in his hands orgasming to being changed into a woman. My mind didn't know how to handle it. My mind continued to be merciless as memories of college struck my mind. He was more soft-spoken and I knew his friends helped him talk to me. They were good friends too. Billy was his best friend and he lived in the city working hard. He was a great guy and he helped him when we were dating. They talked all the time even now and I think next week he is coming over. Still I loved my husband as these memories reminded me of all his strong caring points.
I felt as if I was running away from my problems at the moment and didn't know how long I ran for. I started to realize the sky had darkened and I ran for long enough and sweat was dripping into my new clothing. I sighed heading towards the gym showers grabbing my bag along the way cleaning myself up.
The run let me center myself and I felt a lot better and more able to deal with my husband as I got in the car and started to head home again. The traffic was also much lighter and I realized that if I left work at a decent time I would just go to the gym instead and save myself the hassle of the bumper-to-bumper traffic. My spirits were greatly lifted from the run and I felt much better as I joined the traffic on the highway leading towards my home.
Shortly I pulled into the driveway dread for the conversation that was about to came full force. Still I was a person who liked to deal with things now and not put it off. I got out of my car and grabbed my new bag bringing it inside with me.
Comments
Grangel
Interesting story... reminds me of a lot of hentia and Manhwa I read. Seems like they will start a relationship where she turns him into a sissy him and then finds other man to fuck her while he get cuckold... I can see him asking to be tied up or restrained and watch her get fucked by the so called friend "Bill" who is visiting... There would have to be more chapters for me to decide if I really like this story or not... it is kinds sad to see him pushing his desires on her even if in the end she might like it.... I just don't know....
