As I was enjoying my coffee this morning I was reflecting on a recent question…
I was reading recently on a forum where someone was inviting people to share their cuckold fantasies. My first reaction was hell yeah I have cuckold fantasies. Then I got to thinking about it and realized how fortunate I am to not really have cuckold fantasies anymore, at least not often. Fortunate because I am in a relationship where those fantasies are fulfilled. So instead of dreaming about what I would like to have happen I get to remember what did. And look forward to opportunities in the future to be in that role again. Does that mean I just want to do the same things over again? No, not really. Or more accurately not only the same things. We talk together about what we would like to do in the future. How we can do things to make the experience better for everyone involved. The center of it all is Michele of course but we are all considered.
All of my experiences were good, some were absolutely fantastic. I would love for several of them to happen again pretty much exactly as they did. Some weren’t quite what I expected or didn’t play out perfectly. At least not for me. But this isn’t about me, is it? I still enjoyed those experiences but for different reasons. One time the vibe was off and I had a hard time engaging. My role was to clean up Michele’s messy cum filled pussy. And there was a big pool of cum right there on her clit and leaking down her pussy lips. Jon had cum hard and is good at pulling out, cumming shallow and dragging it up to her clit.. It was the picture of my fantasies. Except I didn’t want to. As simple as that. And there was no one to tell me to or to force me to, at least not physically. But that doesn’t change that I was expected to. So I did what a good submissive cum slut does. I forced myself to do it. It was not easy, I had to use all the mental strength I could gather. I knew if I hesitated too long I wouldn’t be able. I knew in that split second that I didn’t want to disappoint Michele, or myself. So I dove in and cleaned that pussy as best I could. Did I enjoy it? In the moment not very much. Later, after spending time taking care of each other and providing aftercare I was able to think about what had happened. It took a little while but I learned a lot about myself that night. I learned that Michele’s control is real and strong even when she doesn’t say or do anything. I learned that I can be obedient even when the task is something I don’t want to do. Now when I look back at that experience it is with great fondness. Not because of the experience being the cuckold clean up boy but because of the growth that happened in me that night.
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John