Usually, He Gets His Own Place When He Visits, But This Time, When We Saw Him Last, He Asked If He Could

Usually, he gets his own place when he visits, but this time, when we saw him last, he asked if he could stay with us. He and the kids get along great, and though I hadn’t yet agreed, my wife said it was fine. So, I agreed. We joked about where he’d sleep. We don’t have a spare bedroom. The options we threw out: he could stay on the floor in the office, on the top bunk in my son’s room, or we could set up a bed in the heated garage. We all laughed at all the suggestions.

Later, looking at our master bedroom, I thought maybe the blow-up mattress would work there. After all, there’s more space than in the office.

No one said it aloud, but I think we all knew the truth.

He’s her lover, and he should be in her bed. And me? I’ll have to figure out where I sleep.

Maybe I’ll start on the blow-up mattress in our bedroom. It would make the transition easier, as the kids slowly realize where he’s staying. Then, I’ll move to the office, accepting my place in the background while they enjoy the intimacy they both crave without me there.

The thought of it sends a rush through me. The idea of him in her bed, his hands all over her, his cock sliding inside her as they spoon. Thrusting in and out, giving her an instant orgasm, followed by waves of multiple orgasms. All while I lie there, pretending like it doesn’t stir something deep inside me, that cuckold angst and arousal.

I know my place. I love her, adore her, even if it means watching them together. Watching her be loved by him, feeling the intimacy between them. Her in love with him, it is almost too much to bear, yet I crave it.

I imagine the moment when the kids come out of their bedroom. They’ll look at me, notice I’ve slept in the office. My wife will emerge from the bedroom, her arm around him, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She’ll kiss him softly, the kind of kiss that says everything, clear and unspoken.

They won’t be shocked. They’ll see it for what it is. I’ll smile at them, showing them that everything’s fine. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll give my wife a quick kiss, and everything will feel right. They’ll feel my support, and in turn, support their mom’s love for him.

The anticipation builds, and I can’t help but feel the rush of arousal, the heat of submission. It’s what I’ve always wanted, though it hurts in ways I can’t fully explain. To see her with him, to know he’s the one she craves, and to accept my role as her sissy cuckold husband.