【She · Girlfriend】Before I met him, I thought a cuckold was just a word from the internet, a label people used to humiliate each other. After I met him, I learned that some men are cuckolds in the truest sense — willingly, even proudly. That was him. He didn’t hide it, didn’t tuck it away; he treasured it as the most private, most important thing between us, the way other couples cherish an anniversary.
【She · Girlfriend】The first night we slept together, halfway through he suddenly stopped, buried his face against my neck, and asked in a very low voice, “That man before me — what was his name?” I froze for a second. I thought that was the one thing men dreaded most, the one thing they were most afraid to hear. But he wasn’t afraid. He wanted to hear it. His breathing turned heavy at once, and the thing pressing into me got a fraction harder — I could feel it right through my body.
【She · Girlfriend】I hesitated, and gave only a single letter: “…B.” I didn’t want to say the full name, and I shouldn’t have — that was another person’s privacy. But he took it like some treasure, repeating that letter over and over, “B… it’s B, right,” moving harder as he said it. In that moment I couldn’t name what I felt — shame, real shame, my face burning fiercely; and yet my body ran inexplicably hot, as though, being remembered this way as “another me,” a forbidden current shot up from my tailbone all the way to the top.
【He · Cuckold Boyfriend】I know a normal man shouldn’t be like this. I’ve wondered whether something’s wrong with me. But I can’t lie to myself — the instant that letter left her lips, I was so hard it hurt. It wasn’t the kind of hard that pushes through jealousy; the jealousy itself is what made me hard. My head was full of pictures: how B touched her, the look on her face when B went in, the things she’d done for B that she still hadn’t done for me. Those thoughts were like fire, blazing higher and higher, and I simply couldn’t stop.
【He · Cuckold Boyfriend】After that night, there was a rule that belonged only to the two of us: in bed we had to talk about B. Not now and then — every single time. I made her tell me everything about B, every detail of when they were together. And I was greedy; I wasn’t satisfied just listening — I wanted her to replicate onto my body, one thing at a time, everything she’d done for B. Whatever she’d done for B, I wanted exactly the same. This was my obsession, and it was our ritual.
【She · Girlfriend】At first I didn’t dare; it felt too absurd. But the look in his eyes made it impossible to refuse — it wasn’t an order, it was a plea, a longing almost childlike. He would say, eyes gone red, “When you did it for B, how was it? Teach me, I want to be just like him.” The more he was like that, the more that little bit of shame in me curdled into something else, a strange arousal at being needed. So it turned out that treating “another man” as a bargaining chip was how you could hold a man this firmly in your grip.
【She · Girlfriend】Take handjobs, for instance. I mentioned offhand that back then B liked me to stroke him with lube, said it was slicker that way, that it felt better. The words were barely out and his eyes lit up. The next day he actually went and bought lube, a big bottle, set it on the nightstand, brazen about it: “The kind B used — do me like that too.” I was half exasperated, half amused, but seeing how earnest he looked, my heart went soft again.
【She · Girlfriend】I poured the lube into my palm and rubbed it warm, and the moment I closed my hand around him his whole body went taut. A slick layer wrapped over him, my hand moving up and down, and he couldn’t hold out for long — jaw clenched tight, he finished in my hand after only a few strokes. I teased him, “How can you be this quick.” Panting, indignant and a little sulky, he shot back, “Whose fault is it, using your hand… was B this quick too?” I baited him: “B can hold out a lot longer than you.” At that, the thing that had just gone soft actually started to stir again.
【He · Cuckold Boyfriend】When she said B could hold out longer, it stung like a needle in my chest, and yet below there was a wave of heat. That’s the most hopeless thing about me — my jealousy and my desire grew into each other, impossible to pry apart. I know I finish fast in her hand; the slightest stimulation and I can’t keep it together. Ordinarily, doing it properly on my own, I can last a little over ten minutes, barely enough to pass muster. But the moment she brings up B, the moment she says B is better than me, what little self-control I have collapses entirely — and collapses gladly.
【She · Girlfriend】That half-month, he went away on business. Before he left he told me over and over, “The first thing I’ll do when I’m back is come to you. Don’t forget.” I agreed out loud, but inside I felt a little hollow. This man who cast my other man as the lead in our bed — on the days he wasn’t around, I actually missed him. What was that supposed to be? I couldn’t say. All I knew was that the day he came back, I would give him a surprise he couldn’t even imagine — I had long since run through the “with B” scenes in my mind for him, over and over.
【She · Girlfriend】The night before his trip, he held me and started up again: “When I’m back, bring late-night food to my place, and we’ll… we’ll shower together, all right?” My face went red. Showering together was something I’d never done with him. But he seemed to have the script all worked out already, murmuring it to me line by line at my ear: “Just pretend I’m B — you showered with B, didn’t you? Do it to me just like that.” I didn’t answer, only nodded in the dark. That single nod turned every night of the next half-month into waiting.
【He · Cuckold Boyfriend】Every night I was away, my head was full of that scene that hadn’t happened yet: her coming in with late-night food, the two of us squeezing into that tiny bathroom, hot water pouring down, her body-wash-slick hands pressing against me while she told me what “showering with B” was like. I held it in, forced myself to hold it in and never took care of it myself — I wanted to save up everything from these two weeks for that one night back. I wanted her to see with her own eyes just how hard a cuckold she’d had in her grip this long could get for her.