27 comments/ 140985 views/ 41 favorites Battling Cuckold-Fantasy Addiction By: myker Foreword: This lengthy tale (just shy of 30 pages on MS Word) involves male submission and cuckoldry. Fans of this story genre are well-aware that a man who's willing to invest so much time reading a story like this, and then commenting afterwards about how pathetic the author and his fans are, is almost certainly a closet cuckold-wannabe himself. At the very least, he feels guilty about becoming aroused by these fantasies. He very likely also jerks-off to them, when reading through these stories. Then he spews his vitriol in attempt to fool himself and others that he doesn't become aroused by cuckold fantasies. If this describes you, you're not fooling anyone. After all, why else would you invest your time here? If you really have absolutely nothing better to do with your time than reading erotic fantasy stories that depicts behavior which disgusts you, doesn't that make you pathetic? Now that we've gotten that out of the way, on with the show. I hope you enjoy my story... I logged on to check my secret Yahoo e-mail account. By secret, I mean it's the only e-mail account my wife doesn't know about. I created the account before Nikki and I got married, and had good reason to keep it secret. When I saw I had another message from him, my heart jumped. I quickly opened up the message to read: Michael, I understand your concerns completely. However, it's become clear that you've been stalling. You've taken the time and effort to initially write to my organization, thoroughly and intelligently answer our comprehensive questionnaire, and exchange numerous e-mails with me after I selected your file for assignment. We are both aware that you have reinforced your sexually submissive and cuckold desires with numerous masturbatory fantasies over the course of many years. And I won't lie to you. What you've been feeling in terms of entrenchment to your desires is only the tip of the iceberg. I've learned that once desires like yours have been reinforced in real life, they typically become even more addictive that crack cocaine. So consider this a disclosure. If you decide to move forward with this, you may find it difficult, if not impossible, to turn back the clock. I have endeavored to be honest and patient with you. You need to understand that, I am now leaving you with only one of two choices: A) You may continue struggling to keep your desires contained at the fantasy level for the rest of your life, risk getting caught in a very unfavorable light by your beautiful wife, and most likely look back one day when you're too old to do anything about it, and ask yourself "What if?" Battling Cuckold-Fantasy Addiction Photos of new prospective cuckoldresses (NPCs) are given to the closest possible 5-year age group, within a geographical proximity, that matches her current age. Pending birthdays are ignored. Older or younger age ranges may be requested by NPCs. NPCs requesting younger age ranges are strongly cautioned that this often results in a match with an AM that has a lower PDR. Prospective cuckolds are not allowed to request AMs outside of PDR age ranges. As you might expect, most initial approaches to C-TUG are made by prospective cuckolds, not prospective cuckoldresses. NPC photos and info files are then passed to the first eligible (one who has fewer than 2 or 3 current triads, depending upon length of time in the program) AM with the highest PDR. That AM either elects to accept or pass on the file. If he passes, the file works its way down through the PDR ranks, until her file is claimed by an AM. The system makes sense, because it tends to match the most attractive NPCs with the most attractive AMs, and vice-versa. The AMs do not know what any of their PDRs are. NPC photos, along with basic but non-identifying details, are posted on a webpage which requires AM username and password access. AMs are notified via e-mail, which includes a link to the specific NPC webpage. NPC photos and info cannot be downloaded, printed, or copied to another medium, until an AM claims her file electronically. After selection, the AM then goes to work on the assigned file. Nikki is 39, so Steele must be 36-40. Since Nikki is a slender and particularly attractive woman for her age, I guessed that Steele probably had a high PDR. While race never mattered much to me, I selected white, light brown, or medium brown, only because I felt that this is what Nikki might feel most comfortable with. In any event, I walked upstairs to the bedroom, no longer on the fence. I finally decided to meet Steele on Tuesday. I quietly and gently got into bed with Nikki, and laid there awake for over an hour, armed with a pair of scissors and a small plastic baggie. When I felt absolutely certain that Nikki was deeply asleep, I snipped off a small lock of her naturally wavy and chestnut colored hair, quietly placed it in the baggie, and put it under the bed along with the scissors. The next morning while Nikki was in the bathroom taking a quick shower, I put the scissors away and hid the baggie in my coat pocket. I also quickly looked through her soiled panties in her hamper, wondering if I could buy a new replacement for any of them. Having a pair of her panties noticeably disappear could later prove to be a huge problem, and I felt quite concerned about the prospects of dealing with that possibility. But it was already Thursday morning, and Nikki typically did her laundry on Saturday mornings. So I knew that Thursday and Friday would provide me with the most options. I quickly looked through her clean panties, to see if any of them matched her soiled panties, but none of them did. I had no idea where she bought any of her panties, or for that matter, how old any of them really were. I quietly closed the drawer, and looked through the soiled panties one more time, concentrating on their labels. I noticed that the newest looking pair had a Victoria's Secret label on it. I decided to take this pair with me and stop at Victoria's Secret in the mall tonight on my way home, to see if I could find a match. Just then, I heard the shower water turn off. Another close call! I quickly but quietly left the bedroom, and placed the panties in my coat pocket. Even though Nikki had never even remotely suggested checking my coat pockets ever before, I still felt a fairly high level of anxiety, and wanted to leave the house as soon as possible. It's amazing what the emotion of guilt does to logical thinking. I prepared to walk upstairs to tell Nikki that I was leaving a few minutes early, due to the prior evening's snowfall. Only an inch or two had fallen, and I knew that the roads should have been cleared away several hours earlier, but I couldn't think of a better excuse at the moment. As I started towards the stairs, I noticed a wet feeling in my crotch. I backed away into the kitchen, so that I couldn't be seen by Nikki if she left our bedroom to come downstairs. I quickly reached down my pants, and felt the unmistakable slipperiness of precum. I didn't expect this, since I hadn't felt anything near a full erection all morning. At best, my cock had been only half-erect while I inspected Nikki's soiled panties. And my semi-erection hadn't lasted any longer than a couple minutes. It occurred to me that this phenomenon of leaking precum without having had a full erection all began around the same time that I contacted C-TUG. And it seemed to be occurring more frequently over time. I unbuckled my trousers, unzipped, and pulled them down just far enough to gain access to my cock. I quickly squeezed down the length of my shaft to press out as much precum as possible, wiped it on a paper towel, and threw the towel in the garbage. What a waste of perfectly good lubricant, I thought. I heard Nikki walking down the stairs, so I quickly zipped up, and opened the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. I announced that I was leaving early. Nikki gave me what seemed to be an odd look. Or had I just imagined it? We exchanged a quick peck-like kiss, I fetched my coat, and felt most relieved to get behind the wheel of my car! As I pulled out of my driveway, I asked myself "What the fuck are you doing?" I second-guessed myself about meeting Steele during most of my commute, and felt momentarily back on the fence once again. After I parked, I decided to leave Nikki's panties and lock of hair in the car. I placed them both in the glove box. Work was a disaster, in terms of concentration. I couldn't wait to get out of there. But at some point during the day, I realized that I wasn't on the fence at all. I knew damned well that I would be stopping at the mall on the way home looking for a close match to Nikki's panties. . When I pulled into the mall parking lot, I began to feel nervous. I parked far enough away from the other cars, so that no one could watch me. I pulled Nikki's panties out of the glove box, and studied them. I really didn't want to carry them into the store with me. I almost put them back in the glove box, but then decided to take them with me. I reasoned that I would only take them out of my pocket if I really needed to. I walked into Victoria's secret. Within seconds, a pretty, young salesclerk asked me if I needed any help. I politely declined, but let her know that I'd call upon her if I needed any help. I quickly found the women's panties. I looked through them for a few moments, when I came upon a pair that looked a lot like Nikki's. I couldn't recall getting that excited about finding something while shopping since I was a kid. The panties looked very similar to Nikki's, but the color seemed like it may have been just a little darker. I couldn't tell for sure. I tried discreetly looking around to see if anyone had been paying any attention to me, but doing this only increased my anxiety. Not noticing anyone looking my way, I quickly pulled Nikki's panties out of my pocket to do a quick comparison. "Can I help you with anything, sir?" I heard a voice say from behind me. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively put Nikki's panties back into my coat pocket. "Umm... no thanks. I've already found what I'm looking for. I'll take these." I explained, handing the new pair to the woman. And what a woman she was. I found myself face-to-face with a stunning, olive-skinned beauty, probably in her mid-thirties. Her eyes studied mine, in an almost piercing manner. "Only one pair?" she asked, in a disarming tone. "Yes." I responded, feeling my anxiety level rise. "Are you sure?" she asked, looking down at my coat pocket. My mind raced, as I felt my face flush. I quickly decided that I'd be better off dealing with her than dealing with security. "Oh, you mean these? These belong to my wife." I explained, pulling Nikki's panties out of my pocket, and handing them to her. The clerk took the soiled panties, inspected them for a brief moment, and looked up at me without saying a word. She still had a serious expression on her gorgeous face. For a split second, I imagined that she would have made an outstanding Femdom. "I just wanted to match them as closely as possible." I explained, snapping out of my brief fantasy. "I see. Yes, they are the same. Your wife's pair may have faded just a little from washing. Will this be all, sir?" she asked. "Yes." I responded in a croaked voice. Though embarrassed, I felt relieved. "Follow me, please." she directed. As I followed her, it occurred to me that I only had ten dollars cash in my wallet, plus some pocket change. I hoped that I had enough, since I really didn't want to use a credit card, and identify myself. And I certainly didn't want Nikki to come across the charge on the statement. The clerk rang up the sale. "That'll be $10.88 please." she said. I quickly pulled out the ten, and dug into my pocket for my change. I pulled it all out, and started counting. I came up three cents short, and felt frustrated. "Hmm... I can either owe you three cents, or I can charge it. What would you prefer?" I asked, hoping like hell that she would let me slide, as my anxiety continued to rise. She looked at me intently, and said, "I have a feeling you really don't want to charge this, so your cash will be fine." She looked like she was trying to hold back a smile, or maybe even a smirk. I gratefully handed her my cash. She completed the sale, and handed me the package. I took it, and quickly left. I couldn't help but think that she knew I was up to something sneaky, and I wondered how guilty my face had looked to her. I left the mall still a bit flustered. I cursed myself for handling the entire affair so clumsily, and being such an idiot. But I soon settled for the fact that I at least I accomplished what I had set out to do. I wanted to get home before Nikki did, so I could place the new pair of panties into her hamper. As I approached our driveway, I studied the tracks in the snow. It didn't appear that Nikki had arrived home yet, but I couldn't be sure until I clicked on the garage door opener. I felt relieved to find the garage empty. I parked and quickly hid Nikki's soiled panties and lock of hair carefully in the trunk, while listening intently for any cars approaching behind me. I then went inside and walked directly upstairs to our bedroom, even before taking off my coat. I lifted out about half of the dirty clothes, placed them on the bed, and dropped the new pair of panties in the hamper. I then covered it up with the rest of her dirty clothes. I went downstairs to hang my coat just in time to see Nikki's silver Audi pulling up the driveway. Still another close call, I thought. The evening proved to be a typical and uneventful Thursday night. We ate leftovers from the day before, and later both went to the gym work out. I decided to join Nikki in the act of retiring for the night, with the thought of being receptive to any of her advances, but not initiating anything myself. Neither one of us made any advances, so we briefly kissed each other and went to sleep. I knew that I couldn't write Steele a check from our only joint checking account, so I would need to open a new account in my name only. What a hassle, I thought, and wondered why Steele didn't want cash. I decided to wait until Saturday morning to open the new account, when Nikki would be away taking her art class at the community college. Fortunately, during our five years of marriage, I had managed to slowly save almost $2000.00 in mad money that Nikki knew nothing about. It would be the first time I ever had a need for any of this money. I opened the account for $1500.00 on Saturday without a hitch, and even had time to get back home and go online for a half hour before Nikki arrived home. I spent the entire 30 minutes rereading Steele's last message, and reliving the events of preparing my requirements of meeting with him. I became sexually aroused, of course, but refrained from masturbating. Nikki and I were several days overdue to fuck, and we were going out to for dinner, drinks, and a little dancing that night. I knew this would put her in the mood. With each passing day, I experienced greater and greater levels of both excitement and apprehension about meeting Steele. The turmoil of riding these two emotions made my head spin! Yes, I wanted to move forward badly, but I also had great fear that the whole plan would backfire, and I'd lose my lovely Nikki as a result. Tuesday finally arrived. I proved to be almost useless at work. I don't think I've ever felt so relieved to see a workday end. I struggled to stay focused on my conversation with Nikki during dinner. I helped her clean up after dinner, and then told her that I wanted to read my e-mail before I went to the gym. I work out on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Nikki works out on Mondays and Thursdays. Even though we go to the gym together on Thursdays, we mostly do our own things there. Of course, Steele already knew our schedules thoroughly when he chose Tuesday night for our meeting. After growing aroused from reading Steele's message several more times, I logged off and went upstairs to pack my gym bag. I drove to Oakbrook, growing more nervous with each passing minute. Prepared with printed directions from MapQuest, I found Macy's Starbuck's with ease. I walked in, and quickly spotted a man with a black topcoat and a black leather folder on his table. The closer I approached him, the better he looked. He had light to medium brown skin and softly chiseled facial features, but I couldn't tell if he was Italian, Mexican, Middle Eastern, or what. I walked up to his table, and stopped. He looked up at me and in a low pitched, emotionless tone, he said, "Hello Michael. Sit down, please." Steele showed no sign of surprise whatsoever that I had shown up. It seemed quite clear that he expected me. I didn't know what to make of the fact that he didn't stand up or offer to shake hands. But I didn't have long to think about it. "Did you bring the items I asked for?" he asked calmly, looking me straight in the eyes. He didn't smile, but his deep voice showed no hint of aggression or intimidation. Nevertheless, he exuded an aura of confidence. This exceptionally good-looking man was all business. "Yes." I simply responded. "You may give them to me one at a time, starting with the lock of hair, and ending with the check." Steele instructed, never breaking eye contact with me until I looked away to fetch the small baggie that held Nikki's hair. I handed Steele the baggie. He opened it, removed the lock of hair, and held it up to his nose. He then inhaled slowly and deeply while maintaining eye contact with me. He then placed the lock back into the baggie, pressed out the air, sealed it, and placed it into his coat pocket. Steele then looked me in the eyes, but said nothing. I could feel my pulse quicken, as I reached into my other pocket for the baggie containing Nikki's soiled panties. I handed it to him, and quickly looked around to see if anybody was watching us as he opened the baggie. Fortunately, there were only 5 or 6 other customers in the entire place, and none of them seemed to be looking our way. Steele removed the panties, and held them up to his nose. Just as he had done with the lock of hair, he inhaled slowly and deeply while maintaining eye contact with me. I felt my cock begin to stir. Steele lowered the panties to the table, and without breaking eye contact, said, "I'm really going to enjoy fucking your wife, Michael." I felt my cock press harder into my pants. "And you'll enjoy it just as much as me, won't you Michael?" he asked. I could sense the power of his confidence, as his eyes locked on mine. "Probably." I admitted. He slowly placed the panties back in the baggie, pressed out the air, sealed it, and put it in the same pocket with the lock of hair. He then looked up into my eyes, said nothing, and waited. I reached into my inside pocket, pulled out my new checkbook, and placed it on the table. "How would you like the check made out?" I asked. "Make it out to Rod Steele." he responded. I wrote the check, and handed it to him. He reached into his inner pocket, grabbed his own checkbook, placed my check inside it, and put it all back into his pocket. "Very well. Now, there's one more item I want from you tonight." he added. "What's that?" I asked. "Give me your house key." Steele instructed. "What??" I responded with an incredulous tone. "I said, give me your house key." he repeated confidently and calmly. "What for?" I asked. "I'm going to have a copy made for myself." he explained. "I don't think so." I responded. "Michael, I'm not interested in stealing anything from you. Besides, if anything ever turned up missing, the first thing the police will ask for is a list of all the people who have keys to the place. I'm not about to jeopardize myself or C-TUG by being a common thief. Besides, I love what I do, and don't have any intentions of risking it. My purpose is to learn as much as possible about Nikki. The quicker I learn what I need to know, the sooner we'll be able to put this all together. Now give me the key, Michael." Steele said. "No. I can see that this isn't going to work out after all." I said, while standing up. "I'm sorry you feel that way. Goodbye Michael." he said calmly. I stood there and looked at him for a moment. He looked me straight in the eyes, but said nothing, nor showed any emotion. "May I have my things back, please?" I asked, trying to mask my nervousness. "No, you may not. I made it perfectly clear in my last message to you that if you met me and brought what I asked for, that there would be no turning back. Go ahead and leave if you want to. I'm going to seduce and fuck your wife anyway, with or without your future help or approval. I only need your help to seduce her in a way that she'll still love and stay with you. Without your help, she'll most likely leave your sorry ass in no time at all. The four items you just delivered to me tonight is all the help I'll ever need to satisfy my desires. So make up your mind, Michael. What's it gonna be?" Steele said. I hesitated for a moment, and then slowly sat back down. Steele immediately looked over my shoulder, and motioned to someone. I turned around to see another man approach our table. The man sat down, and opened a small box up in two. Both sides of the box had some light grey, claylike material inside them. "Remember, there's no turning back now, Michael. I'm very good at what I do. So just give me the key, and let me do my job." Steele said, as he held out his right hand towards me, with his palm upwards. And of course, his eyes locked upon mine. I stood up for a moment to fetch my key ring out of my pant pocket. I sat back down, took the house key off the ring, and reluctantly handed it to Steele. "Why didn't you forewarn me about this?" I asked. Steele handed the key to his partner, and turned back to me. "Simple. Because too many guys like you would back out. Think about it. How many times did you go back and forth with the idea of meeting me tonight before you finally decided to move forward? If I made your house key a fifth condition, would you have come here tonight?" Steele asked, as his partner pressed my key into the clay-like material on one side. Battling Cuckold-Fantasy Addiction "No, probably not." I admitted. "And you would have spent the rest of your life wondering what if." he added, as his partner turned the key over and pressed it into the other piece of clay-like material. The man then handed the key back to Steele, and promptly stood up. Steele looked at him and told him they would talk later. The man immediately left without another word being said, presumably to make a key. "How many computers do you have in your house, Michael?" Steele asked, handing the key back to me. "Only the one in our office, downstairs." I replied. "And does Nikki use this computer too?" Steele inquired. "Yes, frequently." I said. "Good. Does she have a computer at her workplace?" he asked. "Yes, but her employer strictly prohibits private use on company computers, just like my employer does. They monitor employee activities on their computers, so nothing we do on them is private." I explained. "Excellent. That should make my job easier." Steele replied. "Y-you're going to access our computer?" I asked. "Yes." he replied. "Why?" I inquired. "Why? Because most women have some secrets too, Michael. And the more I know about Nikki, the easier it will be for me to seduce her." Steele explained. "But if Nikki ever found out I gave you access to our home and computer, I'll lose her for sure." I protested. "You're probably right. But she's not going to find out, unless you tell her Michael." Steele calmly explained. "How are you going to access our computer without passwords?" I asked. "Let me worry about that, Michael. But I will inform you in advance, which day I'm coming out. And on that day, you will leave your computer on and accessible for me. This will allow me to get in and out of your house a little faster. You will do that for me Michael, won't you?" Steele asked. "Y-yes... okay." I agreed. I wondered for a moment if Steele had hypnotic powers of some sort, of if I merely became a victim of my own addiction. "Congratulations, Michael. You've finally faced your fears after all these years. Within a few short weeks, you will be living the dream of your fantasies. You'll be serving your wife as a sexually and domestically submissive cuckold, and your wife will be serving me." Steele said. "You sound awful sure of yourself, Steele." I commented in a questioning tone. "That's Mister Steele to you. And don't doubt me, Michael." he said, in a somewhat instructive tone. "What's with this Mister stuff? It feels awkward and uncomfortable. Besides, you're at least 10 years my junior." I protested. "I'm 36, so I'm 13 years your junior, Michael. But remember, I'm the alpha male of our newly formed triad, and you're the beta male. Nevertheless, I understand your psychological makeup, and it doesn't call for humiliation publicly, or for submitting to a male. Therefore, I intend to treat you respectfully at all times... provided that you follow the rules, and show me due respect by addressing me as Mr. Steele." he explained. "But you want me to address you as Mr. Steele even in front of Nikki, when the time comes?" I asked. "Yes." Steele replied confidently. He waited a moment to see if I would respond. I did not. So he then added, "Are we on the same page, Michael?" "Yes." I acquiesced. "Very well. Now, let's take a look at your file here." Steele said, as he opened up his black leather folder. "According to what you've told me, you and Nikki have sex together an average of two or three times a week. Is this correct?" he asked, looking at one of the pages in the file. "Yes, but lately the average has been more like 2." I replied. "And it says here that your foreplay includes cunnilingus about half the times?" Steele inquired. "Yes." I confirmed. Steele flipped a few pages, until he found what he was looking for. "But it also says here that on a scale of 1 to 10, you rate cunnilingus as a 10. Is this accurate?" he asked. "Yes." I replied. "So, why don't you do it more often?" Steele asked. "Well, Nikki seems to enjoy reciprocating by using fellatio to initiate lovemaking. After a few minutes of going down on me, she usually gets so worked up, that we go from fellatio straight to genital intercourse." I explained. "But it also says here that you rate fellatio as a 5. Is this correct?" Steele commented. "Yes, and maybe even less." I replied. "Explain yourself, Michael." Steele instructed. "Well, it feels okay, but I could never cum just from this. I just can't get into a positive headspace. It seems like such a submissive thing for her to do. So looking at it from a physical standpoint, I rate it a 5. But from a psychological standpoint, I'd rate it a zero" I explained. "I see. Have you ever cum in her mouth?" he inquired. "No." I replied. "So, do you always bring your submissive desires into the bedroom with you?" Steele asked. "It's an effort not to bring them with me, so... yes, I usually do bring them into the bedroom." I explained. "But you haven't discussed any of your true desires with Nikki, have you?" he asked. "No. I've been afraid to. I dated several women in between my two marriages, and every time I admitted my true desires to a woman, it spelled the beginning of the end of the relationship." I explained. "The more choices a woman has in men, the more likely it is that she will not settle for a submissive man as her mate, Michael. And in our culture, slender and attractive women like Nikki have the most choices in men. What about the women you dated between marriages, were they also attractive?" Steele asked. "Yes." I replied. "Well Michael, its better that you've learned later rather than never. Converting women who have almost unlimited choices in men, into a female-dominated primary relationships is a long shot, at best. Most sexually submissive males never learn this. These men typically go on to either: settling for a lot less in terms of life partners; building a long string of short-lived broken relationships that never really address their sexually submissive natures; or they live very lonely lives." Steele explained. He gave me a moment to let it all sink in, before adding, "Okay, here's what I want you to do. I want you to reduce your lovemaking to once or twice a week until further notice. You goal is to include cunnilingus in as many of your lovemaking sessions as possible. The next time Nikki tries to fellate you, tell her you appreciate her attention, but that you much prefer giving head as opposed to receiving it. Are we clear on this?" Steele asked. "Yes." I simply responded. "But if she insists, don't stop her or get into a confrontation with her. Let her have her way, but be sure to remain primarily emotionless. Don't caress her hair or face, or express any pleasure while she's doing it. She'll eventually lose some of her enthusiasm. And finally, be sure to follow all of these instructions every time she tries to give you head, Michael." he added. "Okay." I agreed. "Now, it also says here that you rate giving analingus as a 10. Is this correct?" Steele asked. "Yes, it is." I admitted. "But it also says that you don't perform it very often." Steele commented, while reading my questionnaire. "No, I don't. Nikki often urges me to fuck her after I've gone down on her for a few minutes, and I typically oblige." I explained. "Okay. I want you to concentrate on including analingus in your lovemaking sessions as often as possible. And here's how I want you to do it. Start giving Nikki slow and loving back massages as a prelude to sex. You will start up on her neck, and work your way down her shoulders, upper back, lower back, and finally her derriere. But you will softly kiss each part of her body prior to touching it with your hands and massaging it. And you will be kissing the next part of her body simultaneously as you massage the prior part of her body that you just finished kissing. So, when you're massaging her lower back, you will also be kissing her ass at the same time. The endgame to this massage technique is to be kissing and eventually softly and lovingly frenching her anus, while you spread and massage her derriere. Continue performing analingus for as long as she allows you. And by all means, if she arches her back and raises her pussy off the bed, reach under her with one hand and play it while you're still frenching her anus. See if you can possibly give her an orgasm this way! But pay close attention if she raises her midsection up off the bed, for it may signal that her pussy wants attention. If so, try your hand first. Are we on the same page, Michael?" Steele asked, holding eye contact with me. "Yes." I replied. "Has Nikki ever let you eat her pussy right after eating her asshole?" he inquired. "Yes." I replied. "You're lucky. Many women are afraid of infection. Has your tongue ever bumped into anything unpleasant, while deep-frenching Nikki's asshole?" Steele asked. "No." I responded. "And how many times have you deep-frenched her ass over the past year?" he asked. "Four or five times." I replied, aroused by the conversation. . "And over the course of your marriage?" Steele continued. "Oh, I don't know... twenty, maybe twenty-five times." I guessed. "Then she's certainly open to the idea, and there's a good chance that she enjoys it more than you think. Try to get her addicted to having your loving and adoring tongue deeply up her ass, Michael, for it will at least subliminally reinforce in her mind that you are a beta-male. I also want you to slowly shift the focus of Nikki's penis-driven orgasms over to face-driven orgasms. If she should ever protest what you are trying to do in bed, act mildly disappointed for a moment, but never sulk or let the lovemaking session come to a halt. Don't confront her under any circumstances. Go along with what she wants, but just bring your enthusiasm level down a notch whenever she discourages cunnilingus or analingus. Eventually, she'll get the message; and in the process, start losing some of her own enthusiasm for penis-driven orgasms with you. Do you have any questions about any of this?" Steele asked. "No." I replied, feeling my swollen cock ache from pressing into my pants for so long. "I have one last item that I want to cover today, regarding your physical relationship with your wife. According to the information you've provided, you rate foot worship a 10; but you never even touch Nikki's feet. Start giving Nikki a nice little foot massage at least once a week. Don't always use it as a prelude to her back massages though. Mix it up, so that she perceives it as more of a loving and subservient act than a sexual act." Steele instructed. "I understand." I replied. "Good. Now, in terms of domestic work, it says here that you do most of your own laundry, you cook an average of once a week, and you usually help Nikki with the dishes. Is this correct?" he asked while flipping a page. "Yes, it is." I responded. "I'm sure you realize that this won't be enough in the near future. By the time we are all in full swing together, you'll be doing all of the domestic chores, unless there's a chore that provides particular pleasure for Nikki to continue doing herself. But we don't want to move too quickly with these chores just yet. These changes should be subtle and gradual. For now, I just want you to cook one more day per week, and start doing some of her laundry. I see from your schedule here, that you both work out together at the gym on Thursday nights. I also see that you do a load of your laundry on all three of your workout days. From now on, include her gym clothes along with your wash on Thursday nights, and include any other of her clothing that she lets you wash. But if she's not ready for this for some reason, again; don't get into a confrontation with her. If she should protest, simply back off for the time being. At this stage of the game, your primary purpose is to demonstrate a willingness to do more for her, not to control or force any issues. Are we clear on all of this?" Steele inquired. "Yes." I replied. "Okay, that's all we need to cover for now. Take out your cell phone, and add my phone number to your contact list." Steele instructed, as he closed his folder. "What name should I put it under? I don't want to use your real name, just in case Nikki looks through my phone for some reason." I said, as I pulled out my phone. "Just use Tug for now. You can change it later if you want. But if you think Nikki might snoop around in your phone, you'd better have a cover story prepared." he replied. I keyed in Tug as the name, and then looked up at Steele. "One, six three zero, five five, five, six three six three." he enunciated. "Got it." I announced. "Okay. Now, you may only call me in urgent situations. Otherwise, continue to communicate with me via e-mail." Steele instructed. "Okay." I agreed. Steele stood up, and I followed suit. "I'll give you further instructions as you need them. Tonight I'll be sending you a video. Make it a point to ensure some private time for yourself so you can check your e-mail, download, and watch this video, Michael." Steele instructed. "Okay." I replied. Steele extended his hand and said, "Welcome to our new triad, Michael. I know I'm going to enjoy working with you and Nikki." We shook hands and promptly left the premises, going our separate ways. Driving home, I felt more relieved than I have for days, and possibly weeks. I still felt apprehension in many areas, and didn't know whether I could trust Steele completely yet. But I felt like a huge burden had been lifted off me, simply from getting off the fence and finally taking the plunge. Naturally, my cock found itself rock hard for most of my trip home, from thinking about all the things Steele had said. As I neared home, I tried to "think my cock down." But it didn't work very well, so I opened up the windows to let the freezing air into the car. I soon got so cold, that my cock finally subsided. When I arrived home, I announced my arrival. Nikki greeted me from the office, so I assumed that she was on the computer. I took the opportunity to quickly go down into the sub basement to throw my clean gym clothes in the clothes washing machine, and start washing them, to cover my tracks. I then went upstairs to fetch the rest of my dirty laundry, and quickly went back downstairs to add it to my wash. Who needs to do stairs at the gym, when you live in a tri-level with a sub basement, and do laundry three times a week, I wondered. I walked up from the sub basement, and poked my head in the office. "Whatcha doing, honey?" I asked. "Oh, nothing important. Just reading mail and stuff. You're home a little early. Short work out tonight?" Nikki replied. "Yeah, sort of. Hey, it's almost 9:00. Do you want to catch a movie on TV?" I asked, quickly changing the subject. "Maybe. What's on?" she asked. "I don't know yet. I'll go check." I replied. The family room is right outside the office on the same level, so I quickly turned the TV on to the menu channel. "Hey honey, there's a movie coming on Oxygen you'll probably like. But it starts in about 3 minutes. Finish up while I turn on the fireplace." I offered. "What's the movie?" she called out. "It's a romantic comedy, honey." I responded, while turning on the fireplace. "What's the name of it?" she asked. "I'm not telling. You'll have to find out for yourself." I teased. "Okay, I'll be there in a minute." she promised. I'm one of those rare men who enjoy romantic comedies almost as much as most women do. I also have a low tolerance for those implausible, one-man army movies with heroes who can dodge bullets and beat 20 men at a time. So generally speaking, Nikki and I were almost always on the same page in terms of movie preferences. We soon snuggled on the couch together, and settled into the movie. With about a half hour left to the flick, I offered to "warm up" Nikki's feet, by giving them a massage. So she repositioned herself on the opposite end of the couch from me, laid her back against the left armrest, stretched her legs across the length of the couch, and planted her feet into my lap at a 90 degree angle. It proved to be a somewhat awkward angle to give a foot massage from, but I gave it my best shot. After a few minutes of awkward attempt, I decided to focus more on Nikki's feet instead of the TV. So I turned my body around to face Nikki, resting my back against the right armrest. The TV was now somewhat behind me, and too difficult to watch. Nikki noticed this and said, "You can't see the TV now, honey." "That's okay, I can still hear it. Besides, this is much more comfortable now." I replied. Nikki gave me a wistful smile, and I proceeded to give her a nice foot massage. I began to feel sexually aroused, and felt tempted to start kissing her feet, but decided to keep my actions at a subservient level as opposed to a sexual level. As I continued to massage Nikki's feet, I recalled that Steele would be sending me a video to watch. The movie wouldn't be over until 11:00, and I knew Nikki might have wanted us to go to bed together, especially after getting so cozy and all. So during the final commercial break at 10:50, I bent down a little, and raised Nikki's feet high enough to plant a quick peck-kiss on each of her big toes. I then immediately shifted my body in a manner which clearly indicated that the foot massage was over. "Thanks sweetie, that was wonderful." Nikki said, pulling her feet away from me. "I'm glad you enjoyed it honey. We'll have to do it again soon. Listen... I haven't checked my e-mail all day. You wouldn't mind if I check it after the movie, would you?" I asked, knowing that it would be hard for her to say no, so soon after receiving a 20 minute foot and calf massage. "No, I guess not. But you're not going to be on too late, are you?" she asked, with a slight tone of disappointment. "Mmm... probably not." I responded, leaving myself a little wiggle room. The movie came back on, and we turned our attentions back towards the TV. The moment the movie ended, I immediately got up and went into the office. Nikki had turned off the computer, so I had to turn it back on, and wait for it to load up. Meanwhile, I heard her turn off the TV and walk upstairs. As soon as I felt safe, I logged onto my secret Yahoo account. Sure enough, I had a new message from Steele: Michael, I took more time to study your file tonight, after I arrived home. I've decided that I want you to start masturbating at least once a day from now on, until further notice. This will help move our agenda forward by diminishing your desire to have sex with Nikki, which will leave her more vulnerable to my advances. I am aware of your reluctance to masturbate while Nikki is in the house, however, I will not accept this as an excuse from you. Your once-a-day requirement starts tonight. I expect you'll continue taking as many precautions as possible, to avoid getting caught by Nikki. However, even if you do get caught, it really wouldn't be such a bad thing for us. I believe this would probably help us move our agenda forward even faster. As I promised earlier tonight, I've attached the movie I want you to watch. It's just a little over 20 minutes long. This is what I want you to masturbate to each day, until further notice. It will help reinforce and increase your desire for what lays ahead for you. But guard this movie with your life. Nikki is not to see it under any circumstance, at least not until I have completely seduced her! This movie is never to be shared with anyone else either.