1. Choose your fetish wisely


    Date: 10/9/2017, Categories: Fetish, Author: Whitebeard, Source: LushStories

    “What delightful housework is my sweet cuckold doing on his day off work?” Mary said, surveying the mess of clothes spread across the children's beds. “Packing the kid's stuff.” “What for?” “I’m taking them to Disney.” “Come again?” “You’re seeing Leonard, so I thought I’d take the kids to Disney.” “That’s crazy. There’s no point in going there and back in a day.” “We’re going for the week.” “What?” This time there was an edge of anxiety in her voice; the mocking curiosity had gone. “You’re doing something you like, so I thought I’d do something I liked.” “What do you expect me to do?” “Be pleased for me. That’s what you said when you told me that sex with Leonard was more important than sex with me. "I didn’t say that." "You said I should be pleased for you because you were getting something I couldn’t give you. The implication was clear. What did you expect me to think?” “You’re serious aren’t you.” “Absolutely.” “Simon, petty revenge doesn’t suit you.” “I’m not being petty. I got a second job when you said you wanted to give up work to be with the kids. I missed a whole heap of stuff. I missed Annie walking for the first time. I missed both their first words. I’ve missed so much; but I thought I was giving you something important. I was giving you my time with the kids." For a moment he struggled, tearing up. He turned away, picked up a pair of socks and carefully rolled them together and placed them in the suitcase. "You started seeing Leonard because you said I was ... never home. I'm catching up. I’m going to have a good time with my kids. We’ll take pictures, we’ll tell you all about it.” “I’m only seeing Leonard on Sunday. What will I do for the rest of the week?” “Be pleased for us.” “Simon, don’t be nasty .” “I’m not being nasty. I’m just trying to find a way through this. I have to have something.” “Did I really hurt you that much?” Simon looked at the floor for a moment and hesitated. “Go on, say it.” “I tried to get over it,” he said, “but it leaves a hole in my life. I have to fill it with something. You have Leonard. What have I got?” “You have your work.” “The work is only for you and the kids” “You’ve got me.” “I haven’t got you. Leonard has you whenever he wants, and you have Leonard. I come third. The kids are all I have.” “Do you really think that?” “Mary, thinking has nothing to do with it; it’s feelings that matter, how I feel. I feel love for you I don’t think love; it's not maths or logic. I feel wounded. I'm struggling to keep up and I'm losing ground.” “I’m sorry.” “So am I, but you saying sorry makes it hurt more because you know it’s a lie. You’re sorry that I’m hurt because you told yourself that I wouldn’t mind because I was working all the time, but now you know that’s not true. You told yourself that it’s alright because I’m learning to live with it. What it amounts to is that you intend to go on hurting me, to go on pretending that I won’t really mind. So," he said, taking a deep breath, "I am going to take the kids ...
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