8/22/22 — Good Luck Cuck

“I know. I know it’s what I wanted. I just… I don’t. I didn’t know what it would be like.”

The admonition to be careful what you wish for always seemed like a distant cliche, but as Sean backed away from the birthday gift he’d practically begged his wife for, unable to enjoy exactly what he’d thought he wanted for years, unable to stomach what he thought was his deepest desire, a bucket list item, he felt that maxim all too fully.

“I’m gonna just go grab a snack. You can keep going. I’m sorry.”

There was no sending this gift back, especially not now, with his wife wearing the new lingerie he bought for the occasion and at least one piece of it already assuredly unreturnable. She smiled at him understandingly, patient, as she always was. He knew she’d be hurt after going to all this trouble for him, but he’d make it up to her. Starting by giving her a little space.

As he walked out of the room he looked back briefly to see he’d already been forgotten. She’d returned her attention to the sexy, muscular, very-well-endowed man that she’d brought home from the gym at Sean’s request — no, at his needful insistence. All he’d talked about, fantasized about, dreamed about, for the last several years of their marriage was watching his beautiful wife with another man, but now that his fantasy was within his grasp, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He went to the kitchen to get some water. By the sounds he heard even over the faucet running at full-tilt, he knew that his birthday present was at least being enjoyed by someone. And that made him feel better. A little.