34 - He Knows His Place, Part Three #3
“And?” Ron said, a smile behind his words. He knew what was coming. He had been waiting all day for the call. He wasn’t sure what time it would come, but he knew it would be today.
“I tried to seduce her. I tried, but she wasn’t interested.
She wanted nothing to do with me. It was like she was in a rush.
She just wasn’t interested. I bought her a drink, and she very nicely told me to fuck off.
But I stayed in the bar and watched her,” Jonathan said, the words heavier than steel as they left his mouth.
This was going to prove very difficult for him.
“Oh, I thought I told you. My Lily is very picky when it comes to men. It is going to take quite a lot of convincing if you want to actually get in her pants. She likes the hunt, the chase it takes to be seduced. She wants a man to try hard to be worthy enough for her. My little Lily is a goddess on earth, and she knows that.”
“I…Oh. But, I just…I wanted to talk about what happened after that. She met up with a man. A black man. Probably a good head taller than you. Strong and big. And I saw her all over him. She had her hand on his thigh, and he had his hand somewhere else,” Jonathan trailed off again.
Ron wanted him to explain it in detail. He knew this conversation was challenging for Jonathan, and Ron wanted to have as much fun with it as possible. He faked anger.
“What? Where? Where did he have his hand? Tell me now?” Ron said.
Jonathan jumped when Ron raised his voice. He had heard him angry before, but never quite so much as this.
Fuck.
“He had his hands up her skirt. He was stroking her, uhm, her private parts. And I watched as they kissed. They left the bar together, holding hands.”
“And how did that make you feel, Jon? Watching them, I mean?”
Jonathan paused for a solid few seconds. He would be lying if he said it didn’t make his cock hard.
“Well, turned on. But that’s not the point..” Jon started but was quickly interrupted.
“So you like watching other men pleasure my wife, huh?”
“No, no… That’s not what I meant to say. That’s not it. I followed them. They went to a motel. I followed them in when I was sure they couldn’t catch me, and I watched through a little crack in the curtains.”
“Jesus Christ, you sure are a fuckin’ creep, you know that?”
Jonathan froze. His friend’s tone of voice was uncharacteristically serious.
He didn’t know what to say. He realized how crazy this could sound to somebody the longer he waited to reply.
Each second that passed would be one more thought of how insane he seemed.
Did he maybe blackout and imagine it all? Was it all just a wet dream?
“Okay, I think I spooked you there. Calm down, I’m not serious.
I’m just probably the best voice actor in the world right now.
Lighten up, I know about all of it. I left the curtain open for you on purpose.
I wasn’t sure if you would follow them, but I had a feeling.
So I am guessing you saw that I was there, too?
” Ron said, his face covered with a big smile. This was fun.
“I… wasn’t sure if that was real or not. I did have a few beers before I spoke to Lillian, and then a few more after, so…” Jonathan said.
“You didn’t imagine a single thing, Jon. This was all a strategic plan, orchestrated by my beautiful Lily and me.”
Jonathan’s breath left his body. He tried to speak, but with the lack of oxygen in his lungs, no words would leave his mouth.
Ron and Jonathan decided to meet up after their phone call.
Ron felt that it would be better to have a conversation like that in person, eye to eye, face to face.
They couldn’t possibly have this conversation at Jonathan’s house.
If Mia heard any of it, there sure would be a few problems. Not to mention, he still hadn’t resolved missing their fifth anniversary. It was another thing on his to-do list.
“Hey, bud,” Ron greeted Jon with a smile when he arrived at Ron’s house.
Jon wasn’t looking too good. He was as pale as a sheet, and his hands were clearly clammy.
“H-hey. I brought snacks for us,” Jonathan stuttered and made his way into the living room, gripping box of donuts in his hand.
Ron tried his hardest not to laugh out loud.
His friend had to really be suffering. He only bought donuts when he was going through something really rough, and he was very particular about his food intake.
He was what one would call a stress-eater.
He used to be fat when they were growing up, and only lost the weight when he hit his twenties.
It has been a soft spot for him ever since.
Ron sat down with Jon, one leg bent up on the couch, sitting sideways.
Jonathan placed the box of donuts in between the two of them, and he lifted the lid.
There were a range of different sweet pastries.
Bearclaws, Chelsea buns; glazed, powdered and stuffed donuts.
Ron picked out a Chelsea bun and took a big bite.
These baked treats took him right back to his childhood.
Warm, summer afternoons walking home after school, stopping at a local bakery along the way and buying himself a treat with the pocket money he got from doing chores.
There was just something special about them.
The soft, warm dough sprinkled generously with cinnamon and a handful of raisins.
The best part was the sweet, plain icing sprinkled on top.
He let out a satisfied Mmm as he took another bite.
He swallowed his bite and looked up at his friend seriously.
Powdered sugar coated Jonathan’s mouth from the bite of donut he’d just taken.
“So can you explain to me what the hell is going on?” Jonathan asked.
“Jon, I knew she would never fuck you. My Lily has very specific taste in men. She likes tall, dominant, and strong men. Honestly, you and I? We are unworthy. She likes black men. I am not sure why specifically, but I think it’s on the fetishist spectrum.
A man that could potentially impregnate you, and give away all your dirty little secrets, because everyone in town would know that child isn’t mine. ”
With wide eyes, Jonathan watched and listened intently. He understood what Ron was saying, but at the same time, he didn’t. He was in shock.
“Why did you promise to let me fuck her as payment?”
“I knew she would never do it, I am going to be honest. To explain this a little better, I may have perhaps tricked you into this. I really appreciate that you lent us the money, but it is pretty fucked up for you to try and use my wife’s body as payment for money you decided to lend me.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not judging you.
We all know you’re a sexual deviant, but you gotta agree that it is pretty fucked up, right? ”
“I don’t know what was going through my head. I thought it was a good idea at the time. It’s just… I was really drunk. You know I am a lightweight. And Mia and I have been having troubles lately, so my lizard brain kicked in, and I fucked up.”
“No, no. I don’t want a sob-filled apology right now. I have a proposal for you. Do you know what cuckolding is?”
“It kind of sounds familiar, but I’m not sure, what is it?” Jonathan asked.
“I am a cuckold. I am a dirty little cuckold that likes watching my amazing wife fuck other men. I watch from the side, and I don’t join in.
Unless the other man, also known as the bull, explicitly gives me permission to do so.
I would either pleasure her while he penetrates her, or lick her clean after he ejaculates inside of her.
I have a feeling that what I am saying to you sounds really appealing, right? ”
Jonathan nodded in agreement and wiped the sugary dust off from his mouth. His lizard brain was going at a million miles-per-hour again. He looked down in embarrassment at his crotch. He was hard again.
Oh fuck! Well, this is just awkward and embarrassing.
“So…it’s a psychologic thing?” he asked.
“Yes, exactly. It’s about the humiliation of someone pleasing my wife as I sit by and watch.
Let me tell you, dude. We fucked each other so hard after that first night she cucked me.
Even though she had been used by another man, she still wanted me.
She wanted my cock, she wanted my love. We went for hours on end.
And it’s the same almost every time we do this.
Which is about twice a month now. We grow closer to each other every time. ”