Cuckold, Revisited by Jackie Rabbit

[teanndaorsa]

You can view the story here on the plaza:

http://grometsplaza.net/eroticstories/storiesad/cuckold_revisited.html
F/m; M/fm; cuckold; bond; cuffs; oral; handjob; sex; outdoors; rope; naked; cons; X

http://grometsplaza.net/eroticstories/storiesad/cuckold_revisited2.html
MF/m; M/f; bond; rope; outdoors; oral; ravish; bagged; blindfold; car; gag; cuffs; creampie; cuckold; denial; D/s; first; hum; naked; tease; cons; X

Please feel free to leave your kind comments and feedback about this story here.

Thanks 

[Zephyr]

Jackie: The original has been one of my all-time favorites since it was posted here in 2001. Please send my thank-yous to Jackrabbit for writing it. This is a wonderful revisit (well, part 1, based on the original story we can be looking forward to more) of it and thank you for the time you spent doing it.

Did the story about the motorcycle ride ever get posted somewhere?

Great job! To make my enjoyment complete, when you're done here, do Ken's Birthday Gift, my other Jackrabbit all time favorite (pretty please!)

[jackierabbit1]

Thank you Zephyr for your very kind words, and I will pass along your thanks as well to Jackrabbit, just as soon as he is done with his maid's chores for the night... LOL.

 I was worried that this story was far too long for enjoyment purposes in this format, but I struggled with what details to leave out, so in this particular case I tried not to leave out any pertinent ones. I am working on the next day part "too" part, but then I have to get back to some of these other projects I have going. Ken's Birthday Gift would be fun to revisit as well, and I will take that under consideration, especially if this retelling of Cuckold is received well.

The motorcycle story has never been told by me, but I'm not certain if Ken hadn't told some of his work buddies, as it's far too good a story not to boast about for a bunch of guys. As I said previously, hubby hadn't been there for that one, so his knowledge of it comes entirely second hand, and at some time later as well. It involves a long ride to Ken's cabin on his old 1,000cc Harley Sportster, commonly called (so I'm told) a Milwaukee Vibrator, and for good reason.

 I rode on that bike with him plenty of times, the guys taking turns and sharing me as their "Queen" when we went out riding together, hubby having a cheaper Japanese bike that had a much smoother running engine, but an even shorter seat than the narrow "P" pad on the Sportster. Neither bike was made for two person long rides, hubby actually getting his for cheap to and from work transportation when I had our single car, after Ken had bought his bike first and we saw how much fun he had with it.

It's kind of funny that you suggested Ken's Birthday Gift, I know it's another Jackrabbit story, but it's funny because hubby wrote that one as if it was number two chronologically. The funny part is that Milwaukee Vibrator was actually the second time that Ken and I had hooked up, but hubby hadn't known that at the time he wrote it. This was still another reason that we decided that I should write the stories going forward, I having much more accurate first hand knowledge of what "I" did.

If you read Ken's Birthday Gift carefully, the clues are there as Ken had no problems getting his large self into me that time, even with hubby watching, even though I was initially strung up from the rafters like a side of beef. That's because he had "been there and done that" just weeks before, his girlfriend that had dumped him a week before his birthday doing so because she had found out what he and I had done together. Basically guilt then made me suggest myself for his special birthday gift, that and a wish for a repeat performance with Ken's "found" leather cuffs.

Thanks again for your kind words of inspiration, Jackie.

   

[woodman]

HI JackieRabbit!

OMG. I really wish to have a glimpse on you in real life. As who could write such erotic and soul-penetrated stories! Really love ya stories. Looking forward to the 'Playing Chauffer series' (currently 'Playing Maid'). Well let me know if I can contact you. A soul-catching idol 

[jackierabbit1]

Thank you woodman for your kind words. I love telling a good erotic story, and I especially like it when others like reading it. There were also some other "hands" involved in getting this rather lengthy "revisit" published, editing wise, and I would be remis if I didn't thank them as well for their efforts.

There is a part two for this one that I'm presently finishing up, the next day adventure part for my future hubby, and what Ken and I got up to during his extended absence from camp.

Playing Chauffer was fun, but I think the three have already decided that having a chauffer going forward is impractical, a maid however is much more useful, and feminizing as well. I already have that one mostly written in my mind, I just have to write it.

On a side note, the very rough inspiration for playing chauffer came from hubby playing designated driver several times when we were all teenagers, once specifically during new years eve that's probably a story all by itself. I just have to be especially careful when I tell that one that I don't tell it in such a way that the actual participants realize they're in it, (or worse yet, their parents), should they stumble upon the story and read it.

Thank you again for your kind words, Jackie.

[feline]

Firstly, now I have finally found the time to read this properly, you are a VERY VERY naughty lady for posting such a HOT and EROTIC part, and then telling me there is more to come, but I have to wait for it!?  Mutters darkly about having words with you later...  if only

Right, now I have said that, back to the story

I actually think the length is very good for the amount of content and action.  Yes, it looks and feels long when you settle down to read it, but it isn't actually "long" in the sense of covering a long and complex arc of events over time.  It is instead fairly detailed, but a lot of the focus of the details is on the people, the feelings, but most importantly, and most successfully for me, on the "now and then" perspective you offer!

Without this, this story would lack most of its emotional depth.  It would be fun and sexy, but nothing really beyond fun and sexy, I suspect, since it would be horny teenagers get carried away and do something kinky.  That would be a GOOD story, but here, contrasting and comparing the adult and teenager perspectives, trying to see the signs and hints you were offering then, and how they would likely be taken, compared to what you were thinking, or more often not thinking at the time...

This takes this from merely good to EXCELLENT!  This is exactly the sort of emotional depth, the ability and desire to connect to the characters, to see this and feel this through their eyes that I look for, crave, yet so rarely manage to find.

Reading this, I was struck several times by the very unfair thought / question of "why this husband?"  From a broarder perspective it is a silly and unfair question, but purely within the scope and sense of the story, there is a strong sense that while you really enjoy being the dominant partner, and exercising your control and rights, you also want and need a stronger partner, someone who would and will take charge more of the time, and "put you into your place".  This of course though is the difference between passion and building a full and loving life together

I do like that you are able to look back and see your sexual double standards at work here.  They are quite clear, but instead of pretending they don't exist, you accept that this is who and what you were as a teenager, and simply note them without dwelling on them.

[jackierabbit1]

Thank you so much Feline. I struggled with either leaving this particular event alone, or telling it from my perspective, I obviously settling on the latter, but it did take twenty years to do so. Teenagers do teenager things, and it would be disingenuous to claim that my eighteen year old self was anything close to what I am today. We had fun back then though, and even if it seemed mean at times to my boyfriend, it was one hundred percent consensual between us three.

The feeling of being wanted so badly by two desirable boys was hard to put to words, and not just physically wanted either. "Ken," I think, would have been happy to take me for himself, except for his friendship with my future husband. Such options are empowering, even if you don't take them.

That first time had a bunch of steps to it, each building on the other, I think my boyfriend the only one of us three that had intentions even close to where Ken and I ended up. For me to tell that story and skip the details would make it seem impossible, and in light of this I'm glad you thought the length and the amount of detail worked.

As far as the emotions surrounding that event, I've had a fair time to relive them, and then to process them some more. The heat of the moment passion was simply overwhelming, and hard to recreate, but that's a different story. I wish I could go back there and do it all over a thousand times, but things just don't work like that. That's not to say that we hadn't had fun afterwards, we three had a lot together, but the newness of the emotional part was a one time thing.

As far as my hubby, he's a keeper, he allows me to be me, who else would do that? At least once a week he tells me that I could do better, and while I don't necessarily believe that, what a great way to treat a relationship.

I read someplace that every woman should have two husbands; one the provider, the man you come home to, and the man who helps cook and do the dishes afterwards. And the other; the playmate, the one that takes you away for the weekend to the islands, or out on an overnight date to the big city. That one might not be totally dependable, or have some other character flaws, but that's okay, because you have somebody to come home to when you're done playing.

There is a part of me that likes being in charge, and another part of me that likes surrendering that control, but only to someone who is truly worthy, although I don't think those are the best words to describe what I'm trying to say. I think that makes me a dominate submissive, or perhaps just a confused one.

Thanks again for your kind words, Jackie.


   

[feline]

Starting in the middle, I am actually reminded, yet again, of a particular episode of the Philieus and Pherb cartoon, when, as happens in cartoons, the boys sister gets transformed into a human giant.  But it was the "evil villain" of the piece that has stuck with me ever since.  The head of a beauty product company, who saw the human giant as the perfect example of female beauty, specifically, an example NO woman could ever measure up to!

Sound familiar?  *sigh*

So yes, something that comes through clearly in the story, and in the emotions and feelings, is the power and amazement of seeing yourself as so desirable, so wanted, wanted for yourself, as well as for your body, that you clearly did not feel that comfortable with at that time.  Being so clearly desired and wanted, it has such power, such a precious feeling!

The way everyone was on a different page, mentally, also shows through, but to be fair, having seen this time and time again at all sorts of ages, its not much of a surprise, even if it does lead to all sorts of confusion and mixed messages.

The way your future husband so clearly thought that once tied up he would be able to easily escape still makes me smile.  You both seemed to take your own perspectives on rope, and your knot tying skills, as self evident.  I can see where both of you are coming from quite clearly, and from distance want to point out that this is the sort of thing that gets explained and communicated - except that when does the real world ever work like that?

Still, having pushed and encouraged events to the point where the entire situation *screamed* sex, and you were being offered up on a plate, your future husband still did nothing to stop you from exploring your desires and wants!  Yes, he enjoyed himeself a great deal as well it seems, certainly in this part, but at the same time, I have to point out that THIS, putting your partner so firmly first, this is LOVE!  This is devotion and passion and treasuring them for who and what they really are!

Ultimately, for me, everything here fed together, each of the small steps, reasonable enough by themselves, took the people, and also the readers, on a journey.  It is this journey, the feelings, emotions, and new horizons that give the story such power!

A bit of partner swapping is a lovely fantasy, but can also be purely physical, quite empty of emotion or meaning...  after all, sometimes that is the point.  But here...  to me, the emotional journey, the "you asked for this, and now you are going to get it" sense of seeing your boyfriends plan to its new, unexpected conclusion, is what REALLY gives this the power, passion and wonderfulness

Also, this puts several of your current story arcs into a different light, and shows more clearly where you are coming from, something that I have often not seen so clearly.

I don't recognise the point about two husbands, but I do recall the comment about "show me a beautiful wife, and I will show you an ignored and overlooked woman".  It seems that so many men just want to chase what is new, rather than savour, cherish, worship and build up what they already have!  No, you have a deeply amazing husband, somehow who understands and accepts you as you are, and it seems you accept and understand your husband for who he is as well.  The romantic in me is VERY VERY happy at this news

[teanndaorsa]

Part 2 of this went up today, enjoy!

[feline]

I had actually intended to finish reading this before starting to compose my thoughts on this part, but that idea didn’t last long.  Nearly as soon as I started this part the emotional impact just hit me, and I really am moved to start commenting!  This is important, and powerful, and good!

At the risk of being petty, I actually find I want and need to start with your future husband wanting, demanding and taking such deep kisses of you, especially since he clearly knows where your mouth has been, and what it has been doing.  Compare / contrast this with where and how you started part 1, where he refused to lick up traces of his own semen after the handjob in the back of the car.

One big difference is before orgasm vs after orgasm on his part, but still, this is so very striking, and says a lot about the power and emotion of what has been happening.

To say that he is in a *DIFFERENT* head space than you were, and you were expecting, is just a bit of an understatement!  Your fears, worries, concerns, and also the bravery in facing up to this right away, rather than just leaving him, refusing to face your boyfriend in your tired and confused state is impressive, and just makes me respect you even more!

This may well not have been what your boyfriend set out to achieve, but then seeing his reaction, wanting to know how it was...  I really do love the point where you actually describe the experience as him lending you to Ken, this putting everything into a different light.  But also, VERY clearly reinforcing the point and fact that as far as you are concerned you two are still the couple you always were, this isn’t the end of your togetherness, this was just “something that happened”, for want of a better phrase.

Your sense of emotional turmoil and shock really comes through, it is this emotional depth and power that is why I care, why I am interested, why I am drawn in!  Without this, without the feelings, the moments, trying to move forward and work out what is happening and where you are going, this would be a much more empty experience.

The two different perspectives, we don’t actually know what is going through your boyfriends mind at this moment, but your thoughts, reactions, fears and concerns, even so far as to note the effect that the larger, and more aggressive Ken had on you physically, it is very clear that you care for and love your boyfriend, you are still trying to look out for him, and his ego, his mental well being, even in your tired and confused state.

Then we have the request, the desire to be “made”, “forced” to go down on you and clean you up and out.  It is very clear now that while events may not have taken the expected path, they have ended up taking a path that your boyfriend is more than happy with, and interested in!  Somehow though you both need to end up on the same page about all of this, and what is going on, and what the future might hold.

A deeply loving, attentive, and actually very satisfied, in a denied way, boyfriend.  It is amazing, yet also rewarding, to see how happily and eagerly he is embracing this experience, and the result of loosing his bet.  I do wonder to what degree loosing the bet is providing an ideal excuse for what he always wanted anyway...  ideal really, since it smooths the whole issue of introducing and explaining what he wants, desires and needs from this aspect of your relationship!

And yes, leaving him unfinished is clearly the correct response, as both of you see and understand

Smirk, Ken’s shirt as the only thing to wear the next morning, another touch of Ken marking “his” territory it seems, even if that doesn’t seem to have been that striking a thought to you at the time   Naughty, I approve

What’s next, well yes, working this out ahead of time would have been better, but when do we get that sort of chance?

I would point out that while your boyfriend hiding the idea of the threesome from you took a bit of doing, its much easier to hide something if no one is looking for it.  There was no suggestion, before things started down this road, that you were thinking in these terms.  Flirting with and teasing Ken is one thing, but thinking in terms of being offered up as a sexual partner?  Rather a different idea.

Your boyfriend not getting you due to his own lack of need?!  HARSH!  Harsh, but yes, in a way, exactly.  Still, harsh and wicked of you.  Then again, I wonder how much of this thinking is driven by you still punishing him for putting you into this rather pleasurable and entirely unforeseen situation.

Cleaning up and sending your boyfriend off to the river, another reference to his reporting of the events, I am starting to think I need to stop and wander off to read this before continuing, but I am getting side tracked enough, so I will stay here and see how this goes.  Still, the idea that your boyfriend wants / enjoys being treated with cruelty while in the threesome situation fits with the general feeling of events here, and his submissive nature.

Unintentional show with your front half in the tent - fear not, I a *sure* both boys were perfect gentlemen and didn’t oggle at all...

Ken being back to just being a good friend, again that fascinating feeling of seeing events both as a thoughtful adult and a “hormone addled” teenager at the same time, it adds so much flavour and interest to this   Also it adds a lot of, to my mind, much needed depth to the people, and what they are thinking and feeling.

I am very pleased to see you rethinking your natural tendency to dress so modestly around these two, since it speaks very well towards how you feel about all of the positive attention you have been getting, and deserve

The talk in the car, like Ken is making some kind of confession?!  We are clearly deep into confession, and “oh shit, how deeply did I fuck everything up” is my thought.

The “tease” about being kicked out of the car and left by the side of the road, half naked...  one part wickedly sexy fantasy, one part naughty flirty tease, one part reassuring, one part hinting at games to come, and one part sending my mind off to consider interesting parallels from some of your other stories...  so much achieved with just the right words

Ken with plans for an ordeal, there I was going with the simple and shallow view that it was good to see him understanding and stepping into the dom / leadership role that this weekend is asking for him, when you (he) surprised and delighted me with proper depth and consideration, and concerns about acting and behaving like this towards his best friend, even with his friend having asked for less nice treatment!  Again, the gulf between a simple fantasy and something with depth and characters I can and do get behind and really care about and care for!

An anti-climatic ordeal...  definitely a valid concern, but also delightfully mysterious

Having taken your boyfriend to the drop off point for his little walk, the question of why he is asking for, looking for this treatment if it does not give him any pleasure in the moment is a very good and obvious question.  The request stands, the plan stands, but it’s good to see that you are taking note of this question, you are aware of and considering this question, where and how all of this is coming together and perhaps where things are going to go in the future.

Preparing your boyfriend, the “not so nice” feelings you are experiencing, again it is the emotion, and the sense of taking things into a new direction, but so very clearly planned and deliberate, so clearly and “forcefully”, no wonder your own emotions are somewhat confused and less than comfortable for you.  Without this you would come across as more of a shallow outline of a person, rather than the flesh and blood woman that is at the heart of this experience.

I do wonder how your boyfriend is supposed to start untangling himself though.  I am left with the mental image of having to climb the tree and get over the main branch that is above him, while handcuffed and naked, which seems like it could present a rather significant challenge...  or am I missing something obvious here?  Time will tell.

At the same time, is Ken aware at all of your growing interest in him taking charge of you as well?  To what degree are you even clear in your own mind on these thoughts and desires?  So much still to learn and see!

Just left your boyfriend, and you wondering if you should tell the “evil” Ken that your kiss was no act...  I would like to think that he could tell your kiss was no act, I would like to think that he could tell you were excited, even if he did not know all of the whys, after all, did you?

Ouch, watching you tell Ken that he was the best ever sex, that “hurt”, I suspect this makes sense, even as I am not sure how to explain my reaction.  As for Ken knowing how good he was, we already know the answer to that, he has already confessed that basically he is “to much” for other girlfriends.  Being told that he is physically unsuitable to satisfy them... THAT is going to do absolutely nothing for his confidence, so why should he have a high opinion of his ability to please a lady?

As you suddenly realise Ken is looking for permission to have you again...  I have the sudden urge to slap both of you with the silly stick, while also going all gooey and happy inside at the level of gentle, caring, supportive tenderness that Ken is showing, even as he puts on the act of being a jerk to help his best friend!  Such conflicting feelings, both of which are “right”.

You gave permission the night before, by not stopping him once you had set things in motion.  I doubt you saw it like that then, but he has already said as much to you.  So it seems reasonable enough that he wants permission again now, especially since, unlike with your boyfriend, no one has yet told him what you are looking for from the rest of the weekend...

OUCH!!!  Given the nature of the breakup with Cathy, it is frankly amazing that Ken is handling the whole tie up and abuse your boyfriend experience so well!  It certainly goes a long way towards explaining any hesitancy he will show towards you and dominating you, as you are realising you want and desire.

AH...  FINALLY!  Telling Ken what you want, and telling him not to ask!  Yes and no, its a “lie” in the general sense, but in the specific sense it is clearly very much the truth!

And then Ken proves he is the person I thought and hoped he was, he double checks, he makes sure, he doesn’t just jump right in.  He may not be husband material, for any number of good reasons, but THIS helps to show and prove why you are able to relax into and enjoy this experience with him, like this.  He is “safe” in a suitably dangerous way

Tied up a bit more fully, finally, and yet again Ken shows why he is a suitable “gentle barbarian” for this side of your nature, and for these needs you have.

*giggles* threatening to get other campers for you to practise on, so sweet of him!  It would be so much more effective / scary if you thought for a single second that he would follow through with such a threat, but he is trying

There I was wondering at the outcome of your bet with Ken, and come the end we find the answer

This story has been a most amazing journey, as I hope you see clearly through my thoughts here   Thank you, all three of you, and may you and your wonderful husband always be very happy together, and YES, he really is a wonderful man

[jackierabbit1]

Thank you, knowing how others see this is incredibly helpful, and specifically how you see this obviously. There was so much going on during that trip, and yes, the emotions were all over the place, for all three of us I'm sure.

Pre and post orgasm explains some of my guy's desires after watching Ken and I, this I think turning into an outlet to replace the sex he didn't get that first night. He just crashes so low right after popping off, where Ken can go again almost instantly. I didn't know which was "normal" back then to be honest, but I have since learned that there is no such thing as normal. Some guys can repeat, some can't, it's just the way it is, and so much depends on the other factors present, the "kink level" I like to think of it as.

I hadn't thought of the contrast you pointed out, but you are so right in this. There was of course my own hypocrisy, I not wanting to even touch my guy's mess before that night, but once my own passion gets high enough I'll do almost anything, as I unintentionally proved with Ken.

As far as my guy, if I had let him pop off that night it might have been all over, as it was though this kept up his kinky motivation, and continued the game. And, we WERE in two different places that night for a few moments, but "lending" me and not "gifting" me was an unintentional choice of words, although an accurate one. One lends something to a friend with the expectation that he or she will get it back at some point, although possibly just a little worse for the wear.

Ken absolutely wrecked me that night, this a first time ever that such a thing happened. My guy was always tender, and sweet, and GENTLE! Ken was like a monster in comparison, but a restrained one non the less. Both have their place, but when you're a oversexed and curious teen with opportunity dropped into your lap, you just have to try out the other, at least once. If I didn't like it, it could always be a "once and done" kind of thing, but it wasn't.

Sometimes I'm less than courageous, as in NOT asking the question that I don't want the answer to. My boyfriend was like a "moth to a porch light" as far as going down on me after Ken was through with me that night, and I never have asked why specifically. Was this to see for himself what a large and aggressive man can do to a teenage woman first hand, or just confirmation that what he had seen with his own eyes actually had happened? I do wonder myself if my guy loosing his bet was a true hardship, or just a slightly different outcome than he intended. I have always suspected he was after the threesome, but there is the possibility that he was just planning to share me with Ken, and any threesome "we" engaged in would have involved two of us primarily anyway.

My boyfriend surely has a sneaky side hidden in there someplace, but his love for his best friend figured in there somehow I'm sure. One doesn't share something like this with just anybody, and Ken's need, as I found out the next day, was a real thing, "Cathy" really screwing him up for a bit there.

As far as my boyfriend, I WAS sated, and sore at the same time, and not to be to cliché, but I don't know how good a quicky would have been for either of us that night. It might have been harsh, but fair at the same time from a certain point of view. And, I was fairly certain that he had no condoms nearby either.

I think Ken's shirt was marking his territory, but thoughtful at the same time. It even smelled like him, something I had never really paid attention to until he and I had been intimate that first time.

After that first time I did start dressing just a bit more "sexy," but this was limited at the time by living at home, I sometimes changing into "better" clothes once out of the house with the guys.

The talk in Ken's truck was exactly that, "Oh, shit, what have I done?" kind of thing, and a part of me still thinks he would have been perfectly happy knocking me up that night, but how does one ask that kind of question, even twenty years later?

Kicked out naked on the side of the road is an all time favorite thing for me, even back when I was a teen, there is just something about getting marooned naked and alone, although half dressed is still good.

Ken didn't like being a jerk any more than I did, but I think he came to see such behavior as the price he had to pay to get what he wanted, although getting oral from my boyfriend was a definite "no go" for him. I had given up on getting my boyfriend to do that for Ken after two tries though.

The lower branches on that tree were quite small and flexible, and that with the springiness of the rope I think made getting off the first branch somewhat easy, but I didn't see that part for myself either. The path the rope was led through the forest and brush made for an obstacle course of sorts, but naked and barefoot made it exponentially more difficult for my boyfriend I'm sure, as did the handcuffs and long train of rope he had to drag about.

Ken eventually gets the idea that his taking charge is what I need, all while we work on his thousand things list, he also taking charge of my boyfriend as well out of necessity. He made a game of it, but of everything we did together, that was the least "natural" part of this adventure for him.

Telling Ken he was the best ever by a fair margin was like my own confession, and rather good for his ego at the same time.

The threat to involve others happens one single time, Ken realizing that he doesn't like to share, as hypocritical as that sounds bearing in mind how he had "acquired" me in the first place. That happens in Ken's Birthday Gift, another Jackrabbit story that I intend to revisit one of these days, along with telling the story of the motorcycle ride Ken and I had taken alone together once. Both are wild stories, and way more true than fiction, although I do have to change some names in them for obvious reasons.

Thank you again for your kind and thoughtful words, Jackie.