Chapter 3 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 3
When Paul dropped Joe off at his house, Paul gave Joe's hand a big squeeze. There was an affection there that he wasn't feeling from anyone else.
Joe said, "You know Paul. There's something wrong. I feel different than before the surgery. I can't quite describe it. I feel less of a man."
With a surprised look Paul exclaimed, "Joe. You are a man. Men come in all different forms and mindsets. It's not a less of or more of a man. It's just how you feel."
"I feel second class."
"Ok. I will never tell you how you should feel. If that's how you feel, then that's how you feel. But, from my perspective, you are just as much of a man as I am."
"Thanks. Paul. I don't know what I would do or be right now if I hadn't met you."
"The feeling is mutual."
"I'll check in with you tomorrow."
Joe got out of the car and dreadfully walked into the house. The kids were playing in the backyard. The nanny had dinner on the table for him. Alice was nowhere to be found. The nanny said she was working late.
The nanny had moved into the casita, which was a good thing. Joe needed help with the kids. He still worked even though he was not the dominate breadwinner.
Alice came home late that night. Joe was already asleep when she came in. He awoke asking how her day was.
She said it was fine. She proceeded to undress and did not put on a gown. She walked over to the bed.
"Joe. Lie on you back with your head hanging over the side of the bed."
"Yes. Alice."
Alice walked up to him. "Eat me out and make me cum."
Joe did. He ate furiously. He knew how to make her cum this way. More than by fucking her. When he fucked her, it was obvious that she was not getting hot but going through the motions.
But eating her out, she got into and got off on.
The interesting thing about this evening was that she dripped cum out of her pussy hole. He didn't say a word. In fact, he instantly got hard upon tasting it.
When the orgasm was over, Alice got in the shower, put on a nightgown and got in bed.
"Did you like that, Joe?"
"Yes."
"Did you taste anything different?
"Yes, Alice. You had cum in you."
"That's right faggot. I had a real man fuck me tonight. A man with a big cock. He fucked me hard and long. Unlike your puny self.
"I've got you right where I want you now. You can't get me pregnant. You are less of a man because you've had your tubes tied. From now on you are my cuckold."
"Alice. What's a cuckold?"
"God you are pathetic. A cuckold is..."
From Urban Dictionary: A sexually inadequate husband who accepts his wife's pussy is her solely property and she alone decides which men she will fuck, even if it means denying her husband. His only access to her pussy is to clean it of the ejaculate of males she chooses to fuck. Doug has the penis of a young boy and has never given his wife Jill an orgasm. His choice was divorce or be a cuckold. He is now a fully submissive cuckold to Jill.
And Joe became a submissive cuckold to Alice. He never put his cock in her pussy ever again for the rest of their marriage.
"Joe. You're such a faggot. Now get some sleep."
Joe didn't sleep all night. The information was too dreadful. But the main reason he didn't sleep was because he knew he was a cuckold. He also was beginning to understand that he was actually a homosexual faggot. A faggot and a dad. He got up and went to the guest room and cried himself to sleep.