Alyssa seemed to be enjoying herself. She stared at me, almost sympathetically, still lightly rubbing her index finger back and forth over my tip. I felt my face become flushed and my heart begin to beat slightly faster. This was the first time all night that my face had turned red for a good reason, and not as a result of some public humiliation. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, an image of the convenience store cashier’s puzzled face flashed in my mind. It was the face he’d made right after Patrick said he was going to fuck my girlfriend. My heart fluttered and my face turned even more flushed. I could feel my pulse in the tip of my dick. Alyssa’s touch was subtle, but it felt very good.

“What do you want out of tonight?” Alyssa asked me, still speaking softly. “Um,” I said after first thinking on it for a minute, “I don’t know, I feel stupid saying it.” Alyssa moved her whole hand over on top of my throbbing dick, and leaned in to push her hand up my shaft, and then back down. She rubbed it like that a couple of times. “You really shouldn’t,” she said, “come on, it’ll be fun to talk about it.” I cleared my throat so I could speak up a bit. “Well, I want to see Kay have a mind blowing orgasm, for one. It’s…incredibly hot to watch,” I answered. “Mkay. And what else?” She prompted. “And, honestly I enjoy all of this. I mean, parts of tonight have been rough. But I love the way she talks to me. I know it sounds dumb, but like the stuff she was saying to me in the truck, and just watching him take her. It’s all so hot,” I said.

Alyssa tilted her head some. She kept rubbing my dick through my pants. “It is,” she said, “when she told me you’re a cuck, I thought she just got to fuck whoever she wanted. But I love that it’s like this role play that keeps you both engaged. And, if I’m being honest, I kinda love watching you squirm. There’s something about seeing a man put in his place, having zero control over the situation.” Her eyes drifted off as she spoke. She stared off into space for a moment, and then snapped her eyes back to mine. “Yeah,” I said, “I get it.”

“Hm,” she pondered. “So, you want to be… dominated?” She questioned. She stared at me, and I subtly nodded my head yes. “Put in your place?” she said. I nodded again, feeling my face turn possibly more red than it had been, even at the gas station. “And…maybe a little…degraded?” she continued. My heart fluttered again. I stared back at her, but didn’t move this time. I felt my eyes change, as if to beg her to keep going. Or, maybe to stop. I wasn’t really sure. She had told me I wasn’t allowed to cum, so I didn’t really know what her plan was. But in her most seductive bedroom voice, she kept pouring it on. “Like… reminded that you’re a little bitch, maybe?” she asked, not looking for a response. She kept rubbing me, and she kept staring into my eyes.

She let a few seconds pass and then continued. “Or maybe…” she said, pausing. Suddenly, she stopped rubbing me and pulled her other leg up onto the couch, standing up onto her knees. She scooted forward until she was straddling me. “Maybe,” she said, as she lowered herself onto my lap. When she sat down all the way, I could feel how warm she was. She continued, “you should be teased until you break.” I stared up at her. Her hair fell slightly in front of her face as she tilted her head to look down at me. “Until I break?” I asked, not sure what she meant by it. She slowly moved her hips back, and then slowly brought them forward, grinding the warmest part of her on my still throbbing dick.

“Mmhm,” she said, starting to grind back again, “like, maybe if you really want to cum, you’ll do whatever it takes to earn it.” The expression on her face turned a bit more dark. An even kind of lust. She was enjoying this. She kept grinding on me. I started to speak up, “Like wha-” “Shut up!” she said, sharply, cutting me off. She reached out and laid her hands on my chest, leaning forward onto me. “Ding!” Her phone played its notification tone. She ignored it and kept her eyes on me. I felt a concerned look come over my face as I stared back up at her. She continued to grind on me, picking up pace a little. “Does that feel good?” she asked me. I nodded yes. “Answer me!” she ordered. “Yes,” I said.

She slowed down her grinding, and worked her way to a stop. Still leaning on my chest, she lifted her hips up off my lap and hovered maybe and inch over me. “Good,” she said, “do you want me to keep going?” I replied, “Yes.” An evil smirk grew on her face, and she sat up and backed up to get off me. “Good,” she said. She sat back down at the far end of the couch and brushed her hair back. Her face was a little red too, but by that point, my entire body was flushed. I felt hot all over, and my balls were starting to ache again, worse than before.

Alyssa picked up her phone. I watched her intently. She unlocked it, swiped a couple of times, and looked at it for a second. She turned it around to show me a message from Kay. It said, “OMG!!!” followed by several heart-eyed emojis. As I was looking at it, another message came through. “We’re coming in,” Kay said. Alyssa turned her phone back to look at the new message, and then laid it down. She looked back at me. “I told you she wouldn’t last long,” she said.

We stared at each other for several seconds. She could see that I was breathing heavily and could probably hear my heart beating. She laid a hand on my dick again to feel that it was still throbbing, and then slid her hand down the length of my leg, stopping just below my knee. She paused there, tilted her head, and started to chuckle. “You’re shaking,” she said.

We piled back into the truck. I could still feel the heat in my face from Patrick practically calling me a cuck to anyone within earshot. Many of us think about things like this. It’s fun to fantasize about the humiliation aspect of the lifestyle. After all, the whole premise of cuckolding as a fetish is that you are not dominant enough, not good enough, not big enough. But Patrick was all those things to Kay, and he knew it. Why would he want to hide it? Let me tell you though, it’s a lot harder to take when it actually happens. When people are staring at you, judging, laughing. It’s a serious test.

“I’ll never see these people again,” I thought to myself, “why am I so embarrassed?” I pulled out of the parking lot to resume our trip back to my house, where I knew I’d end up watching Kay make goo-goo eyes at this guy while he fucked her senseless. I peeked into my mirror and looked at his face. A flood of mixed emotions came over me. Did I really want to go through with it? It didn’t matter though, it was far too late to change course.

I thought back to Kay checking on me in the store. I knew she loved me. But I knew she loved this too. She is such a carefree spirit, trapped in this rat race we call living. She has a hard job, a lot of responsibility within her family, and she carries everyone’s stress with her own. “She needs this,” I thought. I glanced at his face again in the mirror. He was a tool for her. A play thing, to cut loose and forget about everyday life. And if she were to have an incredible sexual experience with him, so what? She deserved it.

My dick had softened in the store, but it started to grow again. I felt myself shifting to a very submissive state of mind. Yet again, I glanced back at Patrick, but I found myself almost appreciating him. I wanted to see her having a good time. But, Kay also had a very dominant side. She could really turn up the humiliation and degradation when she wanted to. She hadn’t done so yet. Maybe it was sprinkled in here and there, but she had been pretty loving toward me all night. I recalled her laughter at the counter, and the way she’d put Patrick’s dick back in her mouth before getting out of the truck, just to kiss me. My dick got fully hard. But for her, that was just toying with me. Something told me she was going to ramp it up at the house.

As I merged back onto the highway, Kay reached up and laid her hand on my shoulder. “Play something I like,” she said. “Here,” I replied, handing her my phone to pick something. For the rest of the ride, the three of them talked about music, flipping through songs and artists, reminiscing about shows they’d been to. Things really didn’t start heating back up until the last few minutes.

The girls came out of the bathroom and walked to the candy aisle. Patrick wandered over to meet them there. I stood at the end of the aisle, watching and waiting. “Ooh I love those,” Kay said as Alyssa picked up a bag of something. “I’ll share,” Alyssa said back. Patrick was standing behind them. He smacked both their asses – one with each hand. “That’s the spirit,” he said, “sharing is caring.” He looked over at me, standing quietly by myself. “Right?” he prompted. I made a “sure” kind of face, raising my eyebrows and pressing my lips together tightly. He smirked. Kay turned back to look at him with a smirk, and then looked at me. “Or in his case, watching is,” she said, winking at me.

Seeing the unamused look on my face, she stepped over to me. “You doing okay, boo?” she asked. “I’m fine,” I said. She gave me a peck on the cheek. “You want something?” she asked, gesturing toward the aisle full of candy. “Sour Skittles,” I replied, giving her a little grin. She walked down to the other end of the aisle to grab them, and then scanned the aisle for something for herself. She picked up a bag and we all headed over to the checkout. The girls laid the three items on the counter, and I stepped forward to pay, but Patrick nudged himself in and said, “I got it,” as he reached for his wallet.

The guy behind the counter was certainly not clean cut, or possibly even clean. His pants didn’t fit right, his hair wasn’t laying in any particular direction, and he looked like a stoner with his eyes not quite fully open. “Eight thiry-nine,” he said, looking up to Patrick who was pulling out his card. “Thanks,” I said. Patrick looked at me as he reached out to hand the guy his card. “It’s the least I can do before I fuck your girlfriend.”

The cashier, reaching for Patrick’s card, stopped and stared. I looked at him and felt my face turn red. The girls both reacted at the same time. “Uh! Patrick!” Alyssa said, slapping his arm. Kay just laughed. The cashier proceeded to take the card and stick it into the reader. He looked down at what he was doing, and then back up. “Wait, for real?” he asked, looking at Patrick. Before anyone could answer, he continued, “Which one’s your girlfriend?” he asked, looking over at me. I didn’t say anything, but Kay raised her hand and smiled.

The card reader beeped, and the guy removed Patrick’s card. “Nice,” he said, extending his arm toward Patrick, “have fun!” Patrick was loving it. I looked at his face as I grabbed my Skittles and started to turn away from the counter, and he had a cocky grin. “You can eat those while you watch,” he said. The girls both laughed as they grabbed their stuff off the counter. They were all enjoying this game of seeing how much they could embarrass me.