Suburban Perversion, or, How I traded the American Dream for Fantasy

yes I like it too, please continue

I love chap 3, take a chill pill

love it!

An excellent story! One of, if not the most affecting I've ever read on this site.

I especially loved the parts where she promised to marry him off someday and fantasized about leaving him in lock-up I also adored the bit about her telling him last night was the last time.

Please do continue if you have the creative inspiration for it!
Pantalone, Wittol, oblate, abnegator, fellator, pathic, irrumatiophile,fop, epicene, cotquean, skivvy, thrall, and pilgarlic.

Chapter Two

Part One: The Reality Game

Only we few. Or we many, more likely. Only we, who have actually experienced the horrible erotic pain and offense of having a loving marriage between equals descend into the deeply unfair power dynamic of cuckolding can understand the conflicting emotions and feelings involved. It's like being injected with different medications that cause opposing side-effects at the same time. Lonesome agony of heartbreak mingled with powerful lust. Shame at not being able to please her mixed with relief from knowing she's found a better lover to satisfy her. Feelings of inadequacy over your manhood mixed with pride and the hot, sexy woman your wife is becoming. Sorrow at her proclamation that you'll never have vaginal sex again mixed with dreadful curiosity of her promising you a future as a clean-up boy.

It's a roller coaster ride for sure, and the higher she gets you, the lower and faster she's going to take you. Whipping you this way and that with the world spinning around you until you have to almost scream. A Dominant/submissive relation can be very much like a roller coaster ride; once you decide to get on, and they strap you in, there's no going back till it's over, all you can do is hang on and try to enjoy the ride. Some leave dizzy, some leave sick, some leave happy that they tried it, and the rest get back in line to do it again.

I still remember the pillow talk between Anne and I as we made love in the darkness. That hot, hot pillow talk that crept inexorably in the direction of bringing another man into the relationship, dirty talk that got slowly dirtier, a behemoth shuffling towards cuckoldry. I would be frantically swathing her pussy with big strokes of my tongue, bringing her to yet another climax, as she told me that she was glad god gave me at least one way to please a woman, alluding to my small size and poor technique. She made me ask her to please take a lover. I don't remember how exactly, but she did. Then she laid out the 'conditions', as if she were meeting my 'request' halfway, instead of her just getting everything she wanted. She was smart like that. That's why I loved her. Anne lay beside me on her back, in the dark bedroom, her outline barely visible, she lit up a smoke and told me her thoughts.

"Look, you have to understand, honey, if we do this, this is a real man we are talking about here, not some... rubber dildo we throw in a drawer when we are done. And men can be unpredictable, demanding, it's going to get complicated. I plan to treat him like a real man too, you may think this is all about sex, but it may not be. That was your fantasy, not mine. You have to be prepared for the fact that I may at some point develop feelings for one of these guys. I mean a real relationship. Can you handle that? You better think about it. It's hard for a woman to separate sex from love, it is for me, anyway, so I'm not relaxing with anyone I don't feel an attraction to. Not even if he has the biggest penis in the midwest, understand?"

"Yes, Anne..." I croaked.

"What if I fall in love with a black man who was intent on giving me a baby? Could you handle that?"

"Would you ..um, want to, uh, keep it?" I asked gently as I knew how.

"Of course I would keep my baby, you jerk! You think I should have an abortion just because the real man who knocked me up is darker than you? Are you racist? Because last thing I remember, this "big black man" fantasy was your idea to begin with. Remember? Right here in this bed you have hinted and pleaded with me to "go black" for the past year. And who brought home the big black dildo, hmm? It wasn't on my Christmas list, but there it was in my stocking last Christmas Eve. Are you saying Santa gave it to me? Do you want to be like Santa? Well, Santa only comes once a year. I could arrange that for you. Hmm?"

"No Thanks, Anne, please," I backpedaled, "Of course, we would keep it. The baby, I mean. Our, um, your baby, Anne."

-to be continued-

"Think about it. You won't get to reproduce. Is that submissive enough for you? To be bred right out of existence. You pathetic ...sissy! I plan on having a pretty big family, I want to fill up this big house with adorable kids. But unless you act quickly and put an end to this fantasy nonsense, you won't be allowed to man a young by me or by anyone. That's quite a fate. .." She trailed off, touching herself gently now, doing that slow sexy dance on her back. My red ran cold and yet my little dick grew bigger at seeing her enjoy such wicked imaginings. The birth of her beautiful cruelty.

But, is it cruelty for a healthy, fertile young woman of young-bearing years to admit she wants and deserves the best genes for her baby? That she wants a virile, athletic, aggressive man to impregnate her? Not cruel at all, at least no more cruel than nature ever is. She is simply being true to the biological imperatives that have served her so well generation after generation, a genetic urge to reproduce with a real man, to ensure her young the best chance of attracting a mate later in life. A dance a billion years old, that took us from simple life forms in the sea, to the shore, from dumb ugly monkeys to the genetic perfection of luminous movie stars like "Brangelina." How beautiful some of us have become, and it's in our red and culture to worship the beautiful. Let's face it, I wouldn't even consider this sort of presentation to and unattractive woman, or a plain or cute one. But a beautiful woman? Different story. But nothing cruel about it, unless you're just an average guy.

Cuckolding is like being in a movie, where you just assume you're the star, and you meet the starlet. But she thinks you're a bit player. And as the story unfolds, turns out some other guy is the leading man, and gets the starlet. You get stuck with the role of the sub-par dweeb she leaves to find true love with the hunky hero. Quite a humiliating role to play, in the movie of your life. You can feel sometimes like God as the scritpwriter has penned you as a minor character. A walk-on role. As though maybe in the script your speaking lines are attributed simply to "Man:" A cuckold goes from leading man to extra, just like that.

A cuckold is a tragic figure that often engineers his own demise. Usually thinking his relationship was strong enough to tempt the fates, he finds the situation quickly is out of his hands. Sadly, it's right where we thought we deserve to be. But I digress...

Well folks, I tried to revive my storyline here, but no feedback from anybody, so it has disappeared off the front page rather quickly. Should I take my posts to another more literary-based forum? It's up to you.

I would prefer you continue it here! Give it a bit more time for feedback - it sometimes takes a couple of days for me to notice new posts on old threads, so maybe other folks haven't come across it yet. Move the story forward some more and they'll fall in.

Thanks for picking it up again!
Pantalone, Wittol, oblate, abnegator, fellator, pathic, irrumatiophile,fop, epicene, cotquean, skivvy, thrall, and pilgarlic.

Hi Mrs Black Blowup doll..! We have never spoken, but I remember some of your posts, you are living the life! I'm envious of your offenses, whether real or imagined. Tell me whats up with you? Refresh our memory of your situation, if you don't mind, I'd love to hear it! You're quite a great writer.

Great story! Please continue!

What a gift you have alyrichorse! Thank you for the great story, please do continue.

Aly,
You truly are an artist aren't you. I would say two things really.
1. This is a great story. it jumps about a bit, making it difficult to follow but the content is good and well written. I for one would like to see more if you care to post it.
2. I really don't like the blackmail bit of 'comment or I'll stop'. You did it before. Here, you barely gave anyone (we are in different time zones don't forget, and do have lives) time to read it. Because of the gap in posting (not a complaint, I'm sure you too have a life), reading it means re-reading the previous bit otherwise the context is lost. That too takes time. As does reflection.

True artists tend to live in a bubble of total self absorbtion. They literally do not notice others, or their opinions as they concentrate on their art and their expression. Many become totally frustrated with a world that doesn't immediately understand or value their work. I get it, but please get this. By posting here, you step outside of the bubble. You go into shared space, common ground, it has different rules of interaction. Your choice whether you step into it or not but please don't complain about the ground you stand on.

peakmb, 1. thanks for the positive comments, all I ever asked for.

2. As to the 'blackmail bit' of 'comment or I'll stop', Blackmail is a crime where someone threatens to ruin your life if you don't pay money.

I, on the other hand, spend hours writing and posting it here for free, and all I ask is that a couple of people send a few words of encouragement my way. Out of the ten thousand that have read it, I wouldn't coonsider that to be asking a lot. It certainly doesn't rise to the level of blackmail.

I'm not complaining about the ground I stand on, I'm complaining when no one notices when I turn the ground into a garden, like every poster here does.

""Think about it. You won't get to reproduce. Is that submissive enough for you? To be bred right out of existence. You pathetic ...sissy!"

Oh wow, SOOOO hot! Amazing description here.

"Well folks, I tried to revive my storyline here, but no feedback from anybody, so it has disappeared off the front page rather quickly. Should I take my posts to another more literary-based forum? It's up to you. "

Relax, it hasn't even been up a day when you said this. Give people time to read and respond.

Thank you Razor, you and the others have convinced me to continue writing here.

please continue! this is one hot story!

Keep up the good work alyrichorse. Thank you.

Thank you Alyrichorse, that is quite a compliment coming from you. I love your story! It captures for me the erotic essence of fetish cuckolding – the bittersweet conflict when your desires lead you to irretrievably transform, and risk, the most important relationship in your life (and everything else in your life sometimes) for your darkest fantasies.

I admit I am still very conflicted sometimes about the choices I've made. I've never shared your assessment of my writing ability, so h-u-m-i-l-i-a-t-i-o-n-s I have described have been real – writing fiction is just too hard. (I may have very occasionally embellished, but not much.)

As for my current situation: I remain the faithful wife of my blow-up doll husband. When I am not working my "real job" I am the live-in maid for my "ex," who is currently between boyfriends and looking for a new significant other to fall head over heals for. (I work from home, which makes it easier to mesh the two jobs.) My relationship with the doll and my role in the household is known pretty universally among my former friends. (But not among those I work with. My salary goes to her, my only funds are my maid's wages.)

I know it all sounds pretty complicated and stepping back I guess it is, but this lifestyle developed by degrees for us and is just our lives now. Today was special, by the way. I was running the wash and ironing when my "ex" came home and – in a very rare treat – she went into her bedroom and came out wearing lingerie and a strap-on. After letting me worship her cock for 20 minutes while she sat in the massage chair, she flipped up my uniform, shoved my panties out of the way (I wear a garter belt) and fucked my ass for 10 or 15 minutes! It was so good. I wear a chastity, so there was no orgasm, but it was such bliss to interact so sexually with her!

(In case you are wondering this does not constitute infidelity to my husband. As much as I may be have to whore around, my chastity comes off only with him.)

Anyway, thanks for your brilliant story! I look forward to Anne slowly stripping our hero of every shred of dignity, reputation, self-respect, and hope he has.
Pantalone, Wittol, oblate, abnegator, fellator, pathic, irrumatiophile,fop, epicene, cotquean, skivvy, thrall, and pilgarlic.

Absolutely excellent story! U understand the lifestyle and can described your feelings in writing..... Can imagine your artwork is equally an expression of yourself. Great job; please continue!

Please continue - I am waiting with interest

Aly - if you're still around, I'd love to hear more about how the story continues ...