Cuckold's Chosen Path (Book 2 of "The One Less Traveled")
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Cuckold's Chosen Path (Book 2 of "The One Less Traveled")
Nick and Nicole are the quintessential suburban couple: great jobs, two fantastic kids, and successful careers. Bored with their safe, predictable lives, they embark on a relationship with Collin, a wealthy, gorgeous executive.
Collin and Nicole are perfect together. An overwhelming lust and passion soon defines them. Nick finds himself accepting the role of Cuckold Husband, and he becomes addicted to watching the sexy couple. When Collin and Nicole decide to spend time alone, Nick struggles to deal with being excluded from their relationship.
As Collin assumes a dominant role, he starts making demands. First among them, is to remove her wedding rings. Nick objects, leaving Nicole in the middle, and the explosive argument that follows could endanger their budding relationship.
Cuckold’s Chosen Path is the continuing story of Nick and Nicole, and their choice to take the path less traveled.
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My body sank onto the bed, as my mind tried to make sense of everything. I’d gone from sitting alone in the hotel lobby, tortured by my imagination, to listening to Collin calmly dissect the entire cuckold/hotwife relationship dynamic. Now I found myself alone again, dismissed by the horny couple, and once again being water-boarded by my vivid imagination. To say we’d covered some serious ground tonight would a severe understatement, and I struggled to bring it all into focus. I could almost hear my heart beating, and adrenaline still coursed through my system. My hand absently wiped the sweat from my brow. A logical person by nature, I tried to collect my thoughts. I failed miserably. A confused, conflicted, and excited cuckold husband, it summarized my situation perfectly. So much to this lifestyle appealed to me, so much that I enjoyed, but I still struggled with the loss of control. That was the problem. I’d lost the ability to control the outcome, and truthfully, I didn’t have much influence either. I’d even lost control over my own lust. I felt perpetually excited around them, and that, most of all, worried me. I didn’t want to admit to Collin and Nicole that I loved watching them. I sure didn’t want to admit that I found masturbating to visions and memories of them together more satisfying than having sex with Nicole myself. The consequences of those admissions were incomprehensible. I realized my biggest emotion wasn’t lust or excitement. It was fear. Fear for my marriage. Fear for my masculinity. Fear of an unknown future. I was afraid of the truths I’d have to face if we continued down this path. Without a doubt, my biggest fear was that Nicole would remain in our marriage, but view me as less of a man, less of a husband. I was afraid my wife would stop loving me, stop seeing me as her husband and the father of her children. The possibility her eyes reflecting disdain rather than love terrified me. I couldn’t live with that outcome, even if she could, and I knew it would end our marriage. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually it would wither away until it collapsed under the weight of Collin, his money and movie star looks, and his unbelievable BBC. Exhaustion hit me, and I gave up trying to win this particular battle. Tomorrow. I return to the battlefield tomorrow. My hands mopped my sweaty face again, and I dragged myself back to a standing position. A few deep breaths, and then I started for the restroom. Nicole met me at the door, and my jaw dropped open. Conscious, rational thought evaporated in an instant, as I stared at the most beautiful woman on the planet. Wearing a white baby-doll nightie and matching panties, she qualified as a national treasure. She put her hand on my chest, and slow-walked into the room, pushing me back as she swayed forward. “Nick, do you want me to stay with you tonight? I will, if that’s what you want.†Decision time.