My particular kink only worked if I cared for the woman.

And I liked Becky, a lot. She was smart, perceptive — and oh yeah, the most smoking-hot chick I’d ever met, without a doubt. We’d been physically and emotionally involved for about two months when I had decided to tell her what I really wanted from her — what I needed from her.

I had made her dinner at my place. As we sat over a dessert of tiramisu, I laid it all out. It took guts. Telling a woman about my innermost need is always risky. I’d had situations blow up on me before.

Becky listened, the expression on her pretty face intent. I finished, and the tension became unbearable as I waited for her response.

“So,” she said at last, “is it that you want to watch me fuck another man… or do you want to be forced to watch?”

With those words, Becky cut through years of my inner turmoil as I’d grappled with my own peculiar sexual kink. She had put it in perfect terms. With my voice trembling, I said, “Yes. Make me watch you.”

Becky grinned and told me that could be arranged. At that moment, I felt like I’d unleashed an uncontrollable fury — and I was right.

With past paramours, I’d arranged for a simpler scenario. They would fuck somebody, and I would watch. Those experiences had thrilled me, seeing another man have sex with what I’d thought of as my woman. But there had always been something missing.

I also wanted to feel helpless as I watched, like I had no choice about it, like I was being tormented by the sight of my lover being unfaithful to me. Even the idea — now that Becky had stated it plainly — sent frantic shivers through me. I could barely sleep that night.

The next evening I showed up eagerly at her place. She had a stern look about her. She was wearing a long robe. Without even a kiss hello, she led me into her bedroom where a wooden chair faced the bed.

“Strip,” she ordered coolly and bluntly.

I liked the hard edge in her voice and the glare of her eyes. My cock swelled as I got naked for her.

“Sit,” she commanded.

I sat, gooseflesh raised on my body. She produced silk scarves and tied me to the chair. My ankles were lashed to the legs, and my hands were bound behind me. The knots were for real. I couldn’t move.

Becky stepped back and tossed away her robe. She was wearing a leather underbust corset that left her gorgeous tits bare and black stockings that accentuated her shapely legs. My cock throbbed as I beheld that sexy vision of feminine beauty and power.

“Now, boy,” she said, “I’ll show you what I do with other men when you’re not around.”

Her words guided me right into the proper mindset. Yes. Yes! I was the cuckold. I was the devoted lover who was learning only now that the woman I cared for deeply was cheating on me. I embraced the jealousy like it was a role in a stage play.

“Get out here!” she called. The words weren’t for me. The door of the bedroom opened, and a man came in. He was naked. His dick was as blazingly hard as mine. He came to stand meekly before Becky, his eyes on the carpet. He didn’t acknowledge my presence at all.

She had picked herself a serious stud, some distant part of me judged. The young hunk was tall and muscled, but somehow tiny Becky seemed to loom over him. She looked him up and down, a wicked smile curling her lips. I’d never seen Becky like this before, and the sight of her looking so imperious and powerful excited me.

Becky grabbed the guy’s cock, squeezing it hard. “You don’t come until I tell you to! You hear me?”

Her tone made my dick pulse. The man grunted in the affirmative. Still holding his cock, she towed him to the bed.

He lay down as she instructed. She told him he wasn’t allowed to touch her with his hands. She squatted over him, planting her feet on either side on his hips and lowered her pussy toward his steely staff. She was faced toward me as she did it. As she took his cock up inside her, she stared into my eyes, grinning with evil satisfaction.

She let out a long purring moan. “Oooh! His cock’s so big. I feel him so deep.”

I felt a hot surge of hurt and lust. The emotions were tightly entwined. My woman was fucking another man! Right in front of me! And I had to watch it. My chest hitched as if from a sob. The emotional pain was exquisite. It ignited thrills and exhilarations in me that I’d only guessed were there before, buried under the surface.

Becky rode the stranger’s cock with unflagging enthusiasm. I heard the squelch of her copious pussy juices. I saw the beautiful flex of her body underneath the skin-tight corset. She reached up to fondle her tits, tweaking her stiffened red nipples. I thought of all the times I’d sucked her breasts, and the memories lit new jealousy inside me, increasing my indecent pleasure.

She bounced harder and faster on her stud, her face glowing as she mumbled, “Yeah! Yeah! Fuck yeah!” She bucked crazily now, increasing the volume of her exclamations as she demanded of me: “Watch me come! You fucking watch!”

And watch I did. I saw her climax overtake her like a visible force, wracking her lovely body. She tossed back her head and wailed with orgasmic triumph. My cock dribbled pre-come in sympathy. I automatically tried to reach for my rod, desperate to jerk it — only to remember my hands were still bound fast behind me. I ached inside as my unanswered desire peaked.

My wicked queen climbed off her lover. Obediently, he’d held back his climax, though his whole body trembled with the effort. I sympathized with him, too. Grinning again, Becky went to a drawer and busied herself with something. When she turned, I was completely shocked as I saw her sporting a sizable strap-on dildo.

“As she took his cock up inside her, she stared into my eyes, grinning.”

“On your hands and knees, boy.” The command wasn’t for me. On the bed the other man dutifully assumed the position. Becky squirted lube onto his asshole and moved in behind him. I had never guessed her capable of this. The sight of her ready to take another man’s ass was incredibly exciting.

I watched the guy’s face as she penetrated him. His features changed subtly as pleasure colored his cheeks and caused his lips to quiver. Becky slowly drove her phony cock into his ass, increasing her speed until she was seriously fucking him.

As she continued to piston in and out of her lover’s back hole, she lifted a hand and, without warning, brought it down with a sharp smack on his defenseless ass. He cried out.

“Take it!” she yelled, then slapped him again. “Take my cock!”

She continued to fuck and spank him. He groaned and whimpered, but there was no doubt he was loving every bit of her erotic cruelty. My helpless body jerked in the chair. I made moaning sounds of my own. I wanted to be a part of what I was seeing. I didn’t just want to watch. I longed to be in on the fun!

But Becky ruled the scene. She gave her man another vicious swat, and then said, “Come for me now! Shoot your load!”

And just like that, this guy started to erupt. I watched, amazed, as his cock shot pearly stripes all over the bed, without any contact at all from his hand — or hers. It had just taken Becky’s voice, and maybe the stimulation of that dildo plowing his rear.

After, Becky withdrew from him and discarded the strap-on. The man lay panting on the bed. She stepped off and moved toward my chair. She looked so powerful and attractive, towering over me. Somehow she had seen deep into me, and had understood what I truly needed. She had known me better than I thought I knew myself.

I strained powerlessly toward her, unable to do anything but make the chair legs squeal underneath me. I so wanted to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her. Her grin was malevolent. I could see she loved how helpless I was.

“I want your tongue,” she said, and excitement raced through me, almost enough to give me a hands-free orgasm like the one the man on the bed had just experienced. But my cock continued to throb, with no relief in sight.

Becky untied me and directed me onto the bed, near her breathless lover. Then she straddled my face, moving up until her glistening pussy hovered above my lips. I inhaled her aroma, the scent thrilling me. She wound her fingers into my hair, pulling hard on the roots. Holding my head completely still, she lowered her streaming cleft onto my mouth.

The first taste of her made my cock pulse and awakened my senses. Every centimeter of my body buzzed with erotic energy. Becky smeared her damp lips back and forth across my mouth. Her juices trickled down my chin as I jammed my tongue up into her groove. She was hot inside, her walls slick. She rocked back and forth, her hips moving smoothly.

“Yeah! Eat my cunt!”

“Becky slowly drove her phony cock into his ass, increasing her speed.”

I was just a prop, like the dildo she’d worn earlier. I was a tool for her pleasure. The basic desire that had driven me so long — to be the cuckold — had evolved into something greater, grander. This was fulfillment like I’d never imagined it.

I ate her pussy diligently. As she humped against my face, I heard her say something but didn’t catch her words. A moment later, I was shocked to feel shoulders sliding between my naked thighs and hot breath on my aching cock.

My eyes sprang wide again. Becky, still gripping my hair, looked down at me. “He’s going to suck you off. And you’ll come when I let you.”

I felt a moment of panic that turned almost immediately into further excitement. The stud’s mouth closed over my cock. It was the first time I’d ever had sexual contact with another guy. But I was Becky’s to command. She resumed grinding against my mouth. I tongued her deep as the man sucked me down to my balls. The pleasure was undeniable. But I had to wait for Becky’s permission to come.

Becky moaned and whipped her hips as her climax hit her, then she breathlessly told me: “You may come.”

I couldn’t have waited a second longer, and my spunk unloaded into that unseen mouth.

I belonged to Becky forever after that.