64 comments/ 183435 views/ 42 favorites You Want Me to What! By: huedogg Note: if you like being cuckolded or watching your wife get banged by other men then this isn't for you. I hope you enjoy it and if you don't oh well. * I sat there with my mouth wide open. Why, you ask? My wife Jane just asked me if I would please be a cuckold for a week. By the way, my name is Mike and I knew the answer already, but I'd hoped Jane really wasn't so stupid that she would ask me. I wanted to respond in a calm manner, but needed to catch my breath first. You see, I have a history of being an asshole. I know I'm one and I wear the title with honor. This all started about a week ago when we were at my sister's BBQ. There were 15 couples there and the wine and beer were flowing freely. Good friends, good food and a smashing good time. Then someone yelled out, "Let's play TRUTH or DARE!" Our host, my sister Barbara, started off the game by asking her husband, Tim, to perform a 'dare'. She asked him to massage Karen's feet. Karen's husband Jeff just laughed and told him to wash his hands afterwards, as she had very hard and bad feet. As Tim was rubbing them Barbara asked Karen how the cuckolding was going. A few of the husbands, including me, looked like some one spat in our beers. Then Jeff messed up my head even more by answering. He said with no bitterness, "Karen has three lovers now and is looking for more." Now me, being me, I wanted to slap Jeff up the side of his head and ask him, "What the FUCK is wrong with you?" But I was a guest, and the look my wife gave me could melt ice in Alaska. So I said nothing and grabbed another beer. Damn where is Captain Morgan when you need him? "Shit," I thought, listening to this was going to be hard. As I said I am an asshole, but I sat like a good little hubby and said nothing. After about ten minutes in Jeff's recounting of how hot it was to see Karen being DP'ed, I got up and headed for the john. I was in there for about twenty minutes talking to myself. I had to speak softly because any louder and people would think I was a nutcase. After I calmed down a bit, I opened the bathroom door and there stood Barbara with her hands on her hips looking at me like I ruined her BBQ. I said, "What's up sis?" Barbara, in her normal 'gets on my nerves' fashion, said, "How in the hell can you be so mean!" "Me? Mean? What in the fuck are you talking about? I haven't done or said anything. I promised Jane I would be a good boy and I have been." Barbara then proceeded to tell me that Jeff was showing his love for Karen by allowing her to do this. When Karen finished "exploring," she explained, Karen and Jeff would be a stronger couple. I just had to ask, "How is fucking other men going to make a couple stronger?" Barbara was put back by the way I said it. I guess since I am older I should understand what women want. Hell, I didn't even know what my freaking wife wanted -- and I have been married to her for eleven years. "Mike, you need to open your mind to new things," said Barbara. Once again I just had to ask, "Has Tim opened up his mind to Karen and Jeff's new idea of marriage?" Then Barbara told me what was expected of a cuckolded husband. She spoke with such passion that I had to repeat my question. Once again I asked, "Is your husband, Tim, open to this?" "I haven't asked him yet. I wanted Jeff to spring it on the husbands first." For the first time in my life, I want to slap the shit out my sister. "Barbara you have got to be out of your fucking mind! If you ask Tim and he agrees, I'll watch the kids for you while you on your dick hunting trips. I'll even wash your car. But I won't leave you alone with my wife ever again!" With that I turned and headed back to the BBQ. Jeff was talking to Karen, Jane and a few other wives. The guys were by the grill wait for me to come back. Tim was the first to ask what I thought of the whole thing. I said, "Tim, if Jane tries that shit, I'll be out the door before you can scratch your left nut. I will not put up with a slut and if I find out she cheated, was cheating, or planned on cheating; I will divorce her before the jizz from her lover has dried. "I don't care or even want to know what Jeff is thinking; it's his life. If he wants to swing or whatever else, that's his choice. But it's not for me!" After my short outburst, Jane walked up and said it was time to go. We said goodnight to everyone and headed out. We live about 45 minutes from my sister, so I was in for a long drive. Right off the bat Jane said, "You shouldn't judge a lifestyle until you try it." At that point, I had to ask myself: did I want to start a fight now or after I got some. Like I said, I'm an asshole, so I chose to shut up until I gotten some loving. The whole drive home Jane talked about 'Jeff this' and 'Jeff that.' I wanted to tell her, "If you keep fucking talking about Jeff, then you can marry him." But not till after I got a good fucking. As we pulled up to the house Jane started rubbing my leg. Oh yeah, here comes the fucking, sucking and if I'm lucky I'll get both again in the morning. Needless to say it was a good night. Then she pulled out the big guns. Jane fucked me for seven days straight, at least twice a day. Sucking, fucking, anal, and what she did with her tits is illegal in some countries. But on the eighth day the campaign began. "Mike, can I talk to you with out you getting mad? I said, "Sweetie, after the week you just gave me, we can talk about anything and I will even listen." She looked a little worried but started with the usual bullshit. "Mike you know I love you, right? I love you more and more each day, but I think we need to spice up our sex life." Now me, being me, the little bullshit-o-meter in my head started going into overdrive. "Now Mike, don't say anything till I finish," said Jane. "You never let me get my side out before you say no." I said, "Honey, your right. I'll let you finish, and then I'll say 'No'." Then Jane started about how if I loved her, if I truly loved her, then I would become a cuckold for a week. She said it and looked at me with those big puppy dog eyes, lips pushed out and that sad little girl expression. It just broke my heart. NOT! I said, "Jane, I truly love you and I would do anything for you. I want to make you happy. I live to be with you, to grow old with you and have kids with you. Buy the only thing I can say to this is HELL NO, YOU FUCKING MORON. "If you ever ask me some shit like that again, I'll burn the house down and move to Canada. If you want a cuckold, buy a fucking bird!" That being said I got up and went out. I stopped by Angel's, my favorite sports bar. The bartender's name is Kevin and he can make one hell of a Long Island Ice Tea. "Kevin, my boy, start me a tab. I want a beer, a Long Island and keep them coming." While I sat there drinking away my pain, guess who walked in? Jeff and followed by Tim. They took the stools on both sides of me and looked at me like I'd passed gas or something. "Mike" said Jeff, "What in the hell is the matter with you. You almost fucked up the BBQ. We have been planning this shit for weeks." I must have looked confused, because Tim just patted me on the back and said, "Just sit back and listen." "Mike, Tim and I have been filming Karen with all three guys. She has got fucked, sucked and has even taken it up the ass. I played along so it wouldn't have to pay out so much in the divorce. My lawyer said, 'play along and get all the evidence that you need.' "You see, in Texas it still matters if the spouse cheated or not. What Karen doesn't know is I found out that her and her lover were going to try and pull me into a threesome. That way it would look like I agreed to her fucking around. "Not happening! But if I were a cuckold, then her lover wouldn't let me fuck her. It would be his pussy. "Instead, she is being served as we speak. She can have the house, car, checking accounts and all." I just had to ask, "Why give that bitch anything? She fucked around behind your back and in front of you. Why pay a cheating slut?" "Since you ask," said Jeff with an evil grin on his face, "The house has a second and third mortgage, and the bank is about to foreclose on it. The car is leased, and I haven't paid a bill in seven months. My paychecks are being deposited into my mom's account. As far as my employer knows, I'm taking care of my mom. My mom has been putting the money in her offshore account. "You know, my mom always said she was a slut. I should have listened." Once again the beer flowed, and I had to take a taxi home. I think I got home around 3:00 AM. I'm not absolutely sure, but it didn't matter anyway because I only made it as far as the flowerbed. Jane heard some noises and came to see what it was and found me in her roses, asleep. That was another thirty-minute fight; well, it was once I returned to the land of the living. The next thing I knew a bucket of water was poured on me, and my dog was licking my face. What an evil woman ¬—dousing my favorite chair. I asked her, "Who put the stick up your ass?" Jane looked at me and asked, "Mike, did you know? Did you know?" "What in the hell are you talking about?" "Karen was served with divorce papers and an eviction notice last night." I responded with, "Good for her. Now she can fuck whomever she wants." "So you did know," said Jane. "Hell no. I didn't know shit 'till I ran into Jeff and Tim last night," I said. "So what's the slut gonna do now?" I asked. Jane just looked at me. I'd seen that look before. "Mike, she needs a place to stay for a week or so," said Jane, "Please, please Mike, she needs help. She has lost a lot." I said, "Oh. Okay, but I don't know how she and Spike are both going to fit in the damn dog house." "Mike, that isn't funny. She needs our help," said Jane. I mumbled under my breath, "She needs a doctor to sew her legs closed!" Ultimately I gave in and we let Karen use the spare room. I asked Jeff first, to see if it was okay. Jeff said he didn't care where the tramp went. She only made it through the first week. One night when Karen and Jane were sitting on the patio drinking wine, Karen asked Jane if she could sleep with me for one night because she needed sex. The next thing I heard was glass breaking and screaming. Then Jane came in the house yelling. "Mike, get this fucking slut out of my damn house!" She turned her fury towards Karen, "I can't believe I let you stay here. Get your shit together and get the fuck out. I MEAN NOW!" Later that night, after some rather good lovemaking, I discovered something very interesting. It seems that most women don't mind the idea of being shared by another man, but they're not so hot about sharing their men. Go figure! Thanks to PostScriptor for the editing, because I know I have BAAAADDDDDD grammar... You Want Me to What? My name is Victor. My father is a self-made millionaire. He is also a tyrant and a tightwad. An ultraconservative in his politics, he rants about liberal causes, taxes and government spending. That didn't stop him from building up a lucrative business relying in large part on government contracts. One of his favorite rants is about American kids being spoiled rotten. "They all ought to be tossed out on their own as soon as they reach the age of majority," he declared loudly and often. "Let 'em sink or swim." Knowing that, it still came as quite a shock when Dad turned me out of the house with not much more than the clothes on my back on the day after I turned 18. I'd just graduated from high school the week before. "Why? What have I done wrong?" I asked him. "You haven't done anything wrong," he replied. "I've just decided to practice what I preach. Please understand it's nothing personal. I'd like to see what kind of man this makes out of you." "This is kind of sudden, Dad," I said. "What about my college plans?" "Figure it out for yourself. Just assume that I died suddenly and left you penniless." "What does Mom think about this?" "I think you'll discover your mother agrees with me completely on this so it'll be a waste of time to go crying to her." Well, Mom didn't really agree with Dad on this. She just didn't argue with him which she knew would be pointless. She slipped me some cash Dad didn't know about along with a telephone number of a personal contact. I still had to give up plans to attend the university I'd been accepted to. I got a job through Mom's friend, rented a two bedroom apartment with three other guys and enrolled in the local junior college. I had zero contact with my father. It was okay if I never saw him again as far as I was concerned. Mom called me a couple of months later and advised me to beg, borrow and steal whatever money I could drum up and invest in a particular stock. It was obvious she had some inside information learned from her influential social circle but I wasn't about to rat her out to the Securities and Exchange Commission. She even hocked a bunch of her jewelry so I'd have plenty of money to invest. I did pretty well by that information and was able to pay her back so she could get her jewelry out of hock. I didn't suddenly start living it up though. I began to seriously study the stock market and found I had a talent for picking undervalued stocks. I reinvested my profits and continued to live a Spartan existence. Also, Mom continued to send me stock tips whenever she could so that helped, too. Fast forward two years. I received a call from my mother. "Your father wants you over to the house," Mom said when I answered the phone. "That's a surprise. What's the occasion?" "I don't know. He's being very mysterious, but he says it's important and the sooner the better." "Do you think I should accept?" "I don't see the harm in listening to what he has to say. Maybe it's good news. I'd love to see you back home." "In that case I'd be more than happy to accept." Dad greeted me as if he really missed me when I arrived yet he seemed kind of nervous. I probably wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't been around for a while but this was a marked change from his usual self confident aura. "I'm really proud of what you've accomplished, Vic." "I really haven't accomplished anything, Dad, other than to support myself." "Well, that's an accomplishment in itself in this day and age. For a while I thought your mother was somehow supporting you on the sly, but I would have found out if she did." I wondered if he'd been having me spied on. I was glad I kept a low profile; very little social life and no girlfriend. "I think it's time I brought you into the company, son." "I still want to get my degree, Dad." "You don't need no stinkin' degree when you have an executive position waiting for you in the family business. There's money to be made and I'll show you how to make it. Of course, the work is hard and the hours are long but the rewards are well worth the effort." Well, this was a change of heart. Dad was of the opinion that bringing me into the company was outright nepotism which he thoroughly disapproved of unless I had proven myself elsewhere first. I wondered if he was ill. "I'll certainly consider it," I replied. I didn't really want to work for my dad. He was a total jerk in my opinion. With my own fortune, I wouldn't have to work for anyone. "What's to consider?" He took a long pull on his drink and then said, "Come into the study. There's something I want to discuss with you in private." I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Mom. She responded by shrugging her shoulders, too. I followed Dad into the study and closed the door behind me. "What I have to say has to stay private between the two of us," Dad said. "Agreed?" "Agreed." He picked up a black and white photograph up off his desk and handed it to me. It was a picture of a young and beautiful woman. "She's gorgeous," I said. "I think I'm in love." Dad smiled at that. "She looks even better in person. Her name is Ana and she's 19 years old; a daughter of a wealthy Mexican client. Not only is she gorgeous, but she's smart and charming also. She speaks five languages fluently. Any man would be lucky to have her as a wife." "You want me to meet her?" "I want you to marry her." "You want me to what? Uh, I haven't even met the girl, Dad." She was a beauty all right but what if we didn't get along? I wasn't ready to settle down anyway. "You'll meet her as early as tomorrow. You'll be a married man by this time next week. Where are you going?" "I'm leaving and I'm not coming back." "This is matter of life and death, son." He sounded panicky. "Whose life, Dad? You better stop dancing around and start being straight with me." "I, uh...had a brief affair with Ana on a recent business trip to Mexico. She's carrying my child. Her father was about to have me tossed into a vat of acid when he found out. The only thing that saved my life was me agreeing to this match." I nodded my head. It began to make sense. "Well, I didn't agree to anything." "He'll have me killed if you don't go through with this. He's a man of his word." "Money talks. Pay him off." "He's not interested in money. He has plenty of wealth. He's interested in his sense of honor and saving face." "So, in order to save your ass, I have to marry some bimbo who doesn't know the word 'no' in five languages and raise your bastard as my own?" "You won't regret it. You'll be well compensated." "But you've always preached that a man has to take responsibility for his actions. And I know you're a man who practices what he preaches. Don't take this personally, but I think you won't have me to rely on." "But— "Just assume I died suddenly and left you childless." "Goddammit! This isn't funny!" "I'm not trying to be funny." "I'll make sure you don't get a dime of my money." "Take your money and shove it! I've found I can get along quite well without it." "What the heck is going on here?" Mom was standing at the open door looking at us. We'd been raising our voices and that attracted her attention. "We're having a private discussion, dear," Dad said. Mom looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm pledged to secrecy, Mom. I'm leaving anyway." "Talk to him," Dad exclaimed. "Talk to him about what?" "Go ahead and tell her, please, Vic." He seemed resigned. "Your husband knocked up a client's daughter and I have to marry her so her father doesn't have him tossed into a vat of acid." "And just when was I supposed to be told about this," Mom asked. "After everything had been agreed to," Dad replied. "I wasn't to have any say in the matter while you ruined our son's future?" "I assumed your agreement. I don't think you would have thought otherwise given the consequences." "Oh, I don't know. I think I'm beginning to like the idea of being a rich widow." Dad looked stricken. "Even my wife is against me!" "Don't worry about being cut out of the will, Victor. Everything goes to me anyway." "Thanks, Mom." "You two are talking like I'm already dead," Dad screamed. "You made your choices, dear. Victor and I have made our choices." "The company won't be worth a dime without me." "I'm not naïve, dear. I know I can sell it for quite a lot based on the existing contracts the company has." Dad sat down and covered his face with his hands. "I might as well blow my brains out to get it over with." "Could you do it outside? Then I won't have to ask the housekeeper to clean up the blood and brain splatter." "Too bad you can't run the company yourself, Mom." "Oh, I think I could do it and quite well, too." "You were a cocktail waitress when we met." "I was working as a cocktail waitress when we met. I was also a full time student finishing up my business degree. You seem to have forgotten that part. You also seem to have forgotten about me helping you out in the early years of the business. And don't think I don't have my sources within the company that keep me up to date on what's going on." The poor man looked as if he was in shock. My dad wasn't used to not getting his way and it was going to cost him his life. "I'll marry Ana and join the company," I said. "That's great," Dad shouted. He was grinning from ear to ear. Mom didn't look too happy. "So you're going to sacrifice your future in order to save your father's life, Victor. That's very commendable. What happens the next time your father knocks up another girl? We don't have another son to save his worthless hide." "That will never happen," Dad swore. "I've learned my lesson." "Well, I do have an important condition," I said. "And it's a non-negotiable take it or leave it proposition." "Anything!" "Mom will take over the company's operations. You and I will be working for her." Mom liked the idea. Dad ranted and raved and claimed it couldn't be done. My parents were the sole stockholders so that was bullshit. I reminded him there was a vat of acid waiting for him if he refused. We called in the company lawyer to get the agreement prepared and Mom called another lawyer to review the other lawyer's work to check for loopholes. Mom and I wanted to wait until everything was signed, sealed and delivered before meeting Ana and her family. Dad claimed there wasn't any time. Ana's father wanted to meet me right away. "Don't worry," Dad said. "I'm going to sign the damned contract. I mean, what choice do I have?" The contract arrived the very day I was to meet Ana. Dad immediately found fault with the wording even though both lawyers had approved it. "Your mother and I will discuss it further while you're on your honeymoon." "Your father won't sign that contract once you're safely married to this girl," Mom told me privately. "He's counting on your relationship not to let him get hurt." "I shouldn't have given in so easily. I guess I screwed up." "What are you going to do?" "I'll think of something." Our guests arrived. Ana's father, Mr. Gomez, was shown into the study where Dad and I were waiting. Mr. Gomez was accompanied by a giant who looked like he'd feel right at home in a professional wrestling ring. Mom was tasked with entertaining Ana and her mother. Mr. Gomez shook hands with me and ignored Dad. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," I said. I didn't feel that way but formalities must be observed. He didn't respond in kind nor did he smile. He also didn't waste any time. "You are to marry my daughter. Are you aware of the circumstances behind this union?" "I am aware of the circumstances and my mother and I are deeply embarrassed by my father's irresponsible behavior. I offer my sincerest apologies on behalf of my mother and myself." Mr. Gomez nodded. I could feel Dad's glare on me but he remained silent. "Are you prepared to marry my daughter without delay and without reservation?" "Well, there is a cause for delay but I assure you the cause isn't of my doing." "Please explain." "My father agreed— "Now just one minute," Dad interrupted. "Shut up!" my future father shouted. The giant bodyguard made a rumbling sound and Dad shut up. "My father agreed to certain management changes in the company in order that my mother's interests are protected from any of his reckless behavior in the future. He's hesitant to sign it now and I fear he won't sign once I'm married to your daughter." "Where is this agreement now?" "On top of the desk." Mr. Gomez nodded. "Which is your signature hand, my friend," he asked Dad. "Uh, my right?" "You had better be certain because my associate will break every bone in your left hand if you haven't signed that document within the next half minute. He will leave your right hand alone but he will start on other bones after that." "But— "Twenty-five seconds." Dad's eyes were full of reproach, but I just raised my hands palms up in a helpless gesture. He reached for a pen on his desk and signed. "Will you please witness his signature?" "I will be pleased to do so. You will let me know if he tries to dispute this agreement." "I'll do that. I guess I'm now ready to meet your daughter, but may I ask you a question?" "Of course." "How does your daughter feel about marrying a man she's never met?" "You may ask her yourself when you meet. In any event, whatever she has to say won't stop this marriage." I shrugged my shoulders and led them out to the living room to meet my fiancée. Dad was right. Ana did look better in person, a lot better. A brunette beauty, she was about 5'6" in height. In her 3" heels she could look me straight in the eye which she only did for an instant; deep brown eyes full of sadness. Her eyes remained fixed on the floor after that. Ana didn't offer me a smile when we were introduced. I knew right away none of this marriage business was by her choice. Ana was dressed stylishly but conservatively. That outfit couldn't hide a very sexy body though. There weren't any outward signs of pregnancy yet. "May I speak to you in private, please?" She had a soft melodic voice. "Wait until you are married," her father snapped. "The damage has been done, Father. What can he do that will make things worse? I will speak to this man in private." Ana seemed defiant despite her predicament. This was a woman used to getting her way. They had a staring contest for a while and I guess Daddy blinked. "Don't go far," he said finally. "We can talk in the study," I suggested, "and keep the door unlocked." "Very well," said Mr. Gomez. I handed Mom the signed contract and led Ana to the study. As soon as I closed the door she began to speak. "We were attending a fiesta and I was having my first taste of alcohol; real French Champagne. I felt so grown up. I drank more than I should have and began to flirt with your father, teasing him actually. I can only blame the alcohol because I was never attracted to him previously. We found ourselves alone and then one thing led to another. I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and sore all over. I vowed right there to never again touch alcohol nor again engage in premarital sex. I didn't realize at the time that I was already pregnant. Two months later I knew I was pregnant. "My parents were furious when I finally confessed to them. My father's plan to marry me off to a rich and powerful man had been spoiled. He vowed to kill us both for besmirching his honor. He called me a slut and other horrible names. I didn't care if he killed me then. I wanted to die. My mother calmed him down some and they hatched this plan to marry me off to you. Your father readily agreed for my parents would have gone ahead and had him killed if he had refused. I begged them not to involve you since you were blameless but I couldn't convince them. "I'm certain you agreed to marry me only to save your father's life. I don't blame you. I don't harbor any ill will toward him myself. I know I'm as much to blame as him. Consequently, I've resigned myself to a loveless and sexless marriage with you. I swear to honor and obey you in every way. I will always respect you. I know I don't any right to be respected by you in return and I won't object to you having a mistress or mistresses. The only thing I beg of you is to never publicly humiliate me." "Is it my turn to speak?" Ana nodded and continued to study the floor. "It's true I agreed to marry you to save my father's life. Even though he's a total jerk most of the time I do love him. I did get some measure of payback against him because of this predicament he found himself in and that was very satisfying. However, we might find ourselves back at square one with my father in big trouble because I can't accept a loveless and sexless marriage with you." Ana looked up in surprise. "You could love me after what happened with your father?" "Only if you can love me in return. Look, nobody's perfect and everyone make mistakes. In any event, we never would have met if this hadn't happened. I find you caring as well as charming and beautiful. What else can a man ask for?" "Oh, Victor, I feel like my nightmare is ending instead of just beginning if we can begin this marriage with love in our hearts." It was like music to my ears when she said my name. "You have a nice smile." "You have given me reasons to smile. I think it will be very easy to love you." "The feeling is mutual." I stole a kiss then. Ana blushed and then returned my kiss. Ana and I were married in a quiet civil ceremony. She gave birth to a girl that we named Ana Victoria. Mom tried hard to dislike Ana but she couldn't do it. I think Mom decided that since I was happy it wasn't worth holding a grudge. The company has thrived with Mom at the helm and Dad out drumming up business. I never did join the company. I make plenty of money playing the stock market and have lots of time to make love with Ana. She's pregnant again. Ana and her parents have reconciled. Dad has toned down his rants quite a bit. His only criticism of my actions was that if he were in my place he would have driven a much harder bargain. That's good to know. Live and learn.