Terrence and Patricia had been inseparable since their first year of university. Now in their third, they shared a cramped but cozy studio apartment just on the outskirts of campus—a space that had witnessed their love, their laughter, and now, a confession that had sent Terrence spiraling into obsession.
It started as an innocent conversation. A late-night confession. A secret that had been gnawing at the edges of his mind until he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Patricia, there’s something I’ve been thinking about,” he had murmured, his voice hesitant but thick with anticipation.
“Yeah?” she asked, shifting closer to him on their tiny couch, her dark eyes locked onto his.
“I can’t stop thinking about your ex.”
Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Terrence exhaled sharply. “I mean… you told me about him. About how he was, you know… bigger.” His face burned with the admission. “And ever since, I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.”
Patricia tilted her head, her lips curling slightly. “Wait. You like thinking about that?”
He swallowed. “Yeah. I think… I think I might be into it. Like, really into it.”
At first, Patricia laughed. She had always known Terrence had a submissive streak, but this was new. “So, you’re telling me the idea of me with someone else—someone bigger—turns you on?”
Terrence nodded. His heart pounded. “I know it’s weird.”
She studied him for a moment, then smirked. “I don’t think it’s weird. I just think you’d have a hard time handling it.”
That single sentence echoed in his head for days.
A week later, it was still rattling around in his brain when they found themselves at the campus bar, a dimly lit dive filled with the usual rowdy mix of students blowing off steam. Halfway through their drinks, emboldened by liquid courage and the buzzing energy of the room, Terrence leaned in.
“Okay. Hypothetically…” He swirled his glass. “If you were to do this—if we tried it—what kind of guy would you go for?”
Patricia’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she scanned the room, her gaze settling on a tall, athletic guy wearing a backward ball cap, effortlessly confident as he laughed with his friends. “Him.”
Terrence’s stomach clenched. “Why him?”
“Look at him,” she teased. “He’s got that cocky, I-own-the-room energy. Big arms. Probably a football player. You know he’s packing.”
Terrence’s breath hitched. The fantasy that had lived only in his head was suddenly real, sitting across the bar in a fitted tee. And then, the unthinkable happened.
The guy caught them staring.
Their eyes met—Terrence, Patricia, and the ball cap guy—and for a moment, the air between them crackled. Patricia turned back to Terrence, amused. “Oops.”
Terrence swallowed hard. “What if he came over here?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
His pulse quickened. “What if I wasn’t here? What if you were single?”
Patricia smirked. “Then I’d probably invite him over, talk to him for a bit… and if he wasn’t a total douchebag, I’d take him back to our little campus apartment.”
Terrence felt his cock twitch beneath the table. “Jesus, Patricia. That’s so fucking hot.” He exhaled. “Can we try it?”
She cocked a brow. “Try what?”
“The cuckold thing.”
She laughed. “Babe, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
“I would,” he insisted. “It’s just sex.”
Patricia studied him for a long moment, then leaned in, lowering her voice. “Alright. One night. We can stop anytime. I don’t want to mess up what we have.”
His entire body lit up with anticipation. Was this really happening?
Patricia glanced back at the ball cap guy, locked eyes with him again, and this time, held the gaze. The guy raised his brows, intrigued. Then, he excused himself from his group and started walking toward them.
Terrence’s throat went dry.
“Hey,” the guy said smoothly, flashing a confident grin as he reached their table. “I saw you looking at me.”
Patricia smirked. “We were.”
Terrence felt his stomach do a flip.
“I’m Steve.” He extended a hand. Patricia took it, her fingers lingering for just a beat too long.
“You caught our attention,” she admitted, her voice coy. “I was just telling Terry here that I thought you were the hottest guy in the bar.”
Terrence stiffened. Terry? She had never called him that before.
Steve glanced between them, his expression unreadable. Then, he smirked. “Well, do you mind if we talk for a moment? Privately?”
Terrence felt the room tilt. Patricia didn’t even hesitate. “Let’s go up to the bar.”
Steve chuckled. “Or how about you go up to the bar, and we sit here?”
Patricia’s smirk deepened. “Yeah. I like that better.”
Terrence’s pulse thundered in his ears. He felt like he was being dismissed—like a third wheel in his own relationship. But wasn’t this what he wanted? This was the fantasy, wasn’t it?
Flushed and slightly humiliated, he pushed himself up from his seat and made his way to the bar. He could feel their eyes on him as he walked away. When he reached the counter, he glanced back, and what he saw sent a jolt straight through him.
They were talking. Laughing. Leaning in close.
Patricia touched Steve’s arm.
A wave of jealousy, humiliation, and arousal crashed over him all at once. This wasn’t just some late-night fantasy anymore. This was real.
Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. Then, finally, Patricia appeared at his side.
“Hey, babe,” she purred, touching his arm.
Terrence swallowed hard. “How’s… your new friend?”
She bit her lip. “Steve is fun. And guess what? He’s done this before.”
Terrence’s stomach dropped. “Done what?”
She arched a brow. “A cuck & bull dynamic.”
His breath hitched. “Oh.”
“So,” she said, her voice silky. “If you’re still interested… he’s willing to play tonight.” She leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear. “This is up to you, Terry.”
Terrence’s mind reeled. The moment of truth.
His hands trembled slightly as he turned to look at her. Patricia’s eyes burned with mischief. Challenge. Anticipation.
This was it.
Was he really ready?
Yes, Terrence said. Yes I want to try.
Tell him, Terry. Not me.
If this is truly what you want, walk over to Steve and tell him that you want him to fuck your wife and hand him this napkin with our address.
Terrence gulped and did as he was told. He walked up to Steve, handed him the napkin and said “I want to watch you fuck my wife.”
“That’s a good cuck. I knew you had it in you.” Steve replied “I’ll see you and your lovely little wife in about an hour.”
To be Continued
