Chapter 1: Introduction
El aroma de los granos de café recién molidos me tocó mientras subía las escaleras de mi café favorito. Era el único lugar donde realmente podía pensar. Escondidos en una esquina del edificio de artes de la universidad, los estudiantes se tumbaban entre sus rincones, bebiendo sus bebidas mientras discutían sobre filosofía o el significado del arte moderno (lo que sea que eso significara). Suave música de jazz flotaba en el aire y un estudiante atendía el bar, una encarnación perfecta del grunge y los cafés con leche nocturnos. Era un santuario y me encantaba.
Me abrí entre el laberinto de mesas para encontrar a Emily, su cabello rubio brillante y sus cautivadores ojos verdes iluminaban su puesto de la esquina. Mi corazón se aceleró un poco al verla. Dios, ella era hermosa.
"Oye, guapo", me saludó con una sonrisa, y no pude evitar sentirme un poco aliviado en su presencia. Después de todo, estaba a punto de revelar algo sobre mí que nunca antes había compartido con nadie: mi fantasía secreta.
"¿Estás bien?" —Preguntó, frunciendo el ceño con preocupación.
"Sí, acabo de tener un día largo y quería hablarte de algo", confesé, jugando nerviosamente con el borde de mi taza. Siempre he sido abierto con Emily, compartiendo mis pensamientos y secretos, pero este fue diferente. Me sentí vulnerable, insegura de cómo reaccionaría ella. Después de todo, no era exactamente un problema convencional.
Emily se inclinó hacia adelante y sus ojos se iluminaron con curiosidad. "Continúa", instó suavemente, entrelazando suavemente sus dedos.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for her reaction.
"You know how I've always been open-minded, right?" I murmured, my gaze boring into my mug. Her soft hand covered mine in comfort, reassuring me subtly.
"Emily, I've recently discovered this thing: cuckoldry," I admitted in a rush, finally spilling the secret that had been weighing on my mind. A loaded pause followed, and I wasn't sure whether she was horrified or merely lost for words.
"Cuckoldry?
You mean...you want me to sleep with other guys?" Emily's eyes widened, and her grip on my hand tightened. I could feel her surprise, and I couldn't blame her. It was a shocking revelation, and I had never been so honest about my deepest desires. My face burned with embarrassment, but I knew I had to continue. This was the moment of truth.
"Yes," I finally answered, meeting her gaze firmly. "I want to watch you with other men. I want to see you enjoying yourself and being pleasured by someone else.
I want to watch you climax, knowing that I couldn't do it for you." I spoke quietly, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in my stomach.
Emily's eyes searched my face, taking in my words and processing them. I could see the gears turning in her head as she considered what I had just said. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Wow. Okay. I'm not going to lie, Santi, that's a lot to take in. But I want to understand you better and I want to make you happy.
So, we can explore this together," Emily finally said, a slightly bewildered smile playing on her lips. I could scarcely believe what I was hearing, but a spark of excitement flickered in my chest. She didn't dismiss me. She was actually considering it.
Our coffee dates soon turned into late-night discussions about our plans, exploring the world of cuckoldry, and what it could mean for us, individually and for our relationship. We even started visiting sex shops together, searching for toys and tools that would add spice to our newfound adventures.