The Cuckold expats 1: The secret bull [cuckold] [denial] [humiliation]

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I have written my very first erotic novel!

I have been so turned on by me and hubbys Hotwife play and shared fantasies, that I decided to write some of them down. This one turned into an actual novel. Its fiction, bur inspired from our fantasies and a recent vacation. 🙂

This is chapter 1 of 6 or 7, where i have written the first 4 so far. I would love feedback in the comments about the storyline, scenes or just in general)

Synopsis: Chris has a long standing fantasy for his partner Aya to cuck him. As they head for a 6 month assignment in Mauritius, she decides to do it, but on her terms. She will cuck him but not tell him who it is. And every time the bull gets something sexual, he looses it, in a slow and loving descent into denial and humiliation.

The secret bull

The humid tropical air of Mauritius wrapped around them as soon as they left the airport terminal. Aya leaned into Chris’s side, her ash-brown hair catching the golden light. At 170 cm she moved with natural grace, her firm E-cup breasts pressing softly against the thin fabric of her sundress, nipple piercings clearly visible, hips swaying gently with every step. Her smile lit up her face, warm and inviting, the kind that made people want to stay close.

Chris stood at 183 cm beside her, brown hair neatly trimmed, brown eyes scanning the scene with quiet satisfaction. His build was solid and normal, nothing flashy, but he carried himself with the steady confidence of a man stepping into a major role. The company’s black Range Rover waited for them, and soon they were gliding along the coastal road toward their new temporary home.

They had chosen the smaller duplex bungalow in the beachside expat compound instead of one of the big isolated villas his expat package could afford. It felt right. Lively, connected. Twenty or so houses, mostly with apartments, clustered around a shared pool and garden, with their place still the nicest in the little gated community. The silver Audi convertible for Aya waited in the driveway next to the Range Rover.

“Welcome home, Aya,” Chris said softly once they stepped inside. He pulled her close and kissed her, slow and deep.

She melted into him, hands sliding up his chest. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips. “This is going to be good for us.”

The house smelled of fresh linen and ocean breeze. It came fully furnished, so they only needed to add a few personal touches. Chris arranged his rum collection on the living room shelf while Aya placed a couple of framed wedding photos on the nightstand. They kept dinner simple. Grilled chicken and vegetables, rice, and cold drinks. Eating at the small table on the terrace as the sun dipped low.

Afterward, the real energy between them surfaced.

Aya took his hand and led him to the bedroom. The ceiling fan turned lazily overhead, stirring the warm air. She pushed him gently onto the bed and climbed over him, straddling his lap. Her sundress rode up her thighs as she rocked slowly against the growing hardness in his pants.

“You remember what we’ve talked about for the last couple of years?” she murmured, lips brushing his ear. Her voice had that soft, velvet edge that always made his pulse quicken. “Your fantasy. Seeing me with someone else. Giving me things you can’t. Letting me explore while you wait.”

Chris swallowed, hands settling on her hips. “Yeah. I remember.”

She smiled and reached for the half-unpacked suitcase beside the bed. The sleek black chastity cage came out, catching the low light. His cock twitched visibly.

“I’m going to do it here,” she said calmly, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. “In this compound. I’m going to find a lover. Someone close. Someone I’ll fuck whenever I want, however I want. But thats not all. I’m not going to tell you who he is… Every evening when you come home from the harbor, you’ll look at our neighbors and wonder which one had his hands on me that day. Which one made me moan. Which one I let inside me while you were in meetings.”

She freed his cock from his pants and stroked it slowly, teasing the head with her thumb until a bead of precum appeared.

“And every new thing I give him – my mouth, my ass, my breasts, my pussy – will no longer be yours. At least on this island. I’ll take whats yours to give it to him instead to enjoy. Or maybe he’ll just take it. You’ll never know when something is the last time for a long while. As he outmaneuvers you and outperforms you. Possibly showing me new levels of pleasure you never could. And I will become unable to live without. A door you opened that you can’t close again.

And every time I come home glowing, wet, used, addicted… you’ll stay locked and aching, loving every second of it. Or hating it. Probably both…”

Chris groaned, hips lifting into her hand. She kept the strokes light and torturously slow. His mind raced with a dizzying mix of emotions. This was what he had fantasized about for years—the thrill of watching her experience new pleasure, the rush of seeing her open up in ways he couldn’t provide. But her version twisted it into something far more intense, far less safe. No names. No control. No him watching from the corner, able to stop it with a single word or action. Just endless uncertainty every single day. He would sit across from these men at the pool, share drinks, talk about work, all while wondering if the one laughing at his joke had just fucked his wife that afternoon. The fear of losing pieces of her, one act at a time, without ever knowing when the next boundary would fall, sent a sharp jolt straight to his cock. It terrified him. And it turned him on more than anything ever had.

Aya watched his face closely, her own arousal building with every flicker of doubt in his eyes. She loved him deeply, but the power she felt in this moment was intoxicating. Planning this in secret, deciding the rules herself, knowing she could build something real with another man while keeping Chris right there—loving, supportive, and helplessly aroused by his own surrender. The taboo of it all, the idea of forming a genuine connection, maybe even feelings, with someone new in this temporary paradise, made her pulse throb between her legs. She was going to explore freely, chase that exciting rush of new lust and attention, and bring the evidence home to the man she loved. It felt liberating. Dangerous. Perfect.

“I love you so much,” she continued, eyes locked on his. “That’s why I want this. I want to watch you get so turned on seeing me happy and free and satisfied in ways you’ve never quite managed. I want us closer than ever because we’re discovering these new sides of each other. You’ll be right there with me, even when it costs you control. When what you thought was yours is slowly taken away from you. Especially then.”

She pushed his hard dick down and in, and slid the cage on, the lock clicking shut with a finality that sent a visible shiver through him. Then she stripped off her sundress, revealing the firm curves of her body and those beautiful E-cups. She climbed higher, settling her pussy over his mouth.

“Lick me,” she ordered softly.

Chris obeyed eagerly, tongue working her folds while she rocked gently above him. She took her time, riding his face until her breathing turned ragged and her thighs tightened. When she came, it was with a long, low moan, fingers tangled in his hair, body trembling. He stayed denied, cock straining uselessly in its new prison.

As she came down, eyes half-lidded, she traced a finger along his jaw. She already had a strong suspicion, or hope, for who her lover might be. The tall, muscular man she had noticed watching her earlier in the parking lot. But she kept that thought to herself.

Ten days passed quickly.

Chris dove straight into long hours at the harbor. Meetings, site visits, trips to other regional harbors. The pressure of the turnaround was real, but he came home each evening proud of the work. Aya had settled them in nicely, adding small personal touches without overdoing it. She had already met most of the other residents in the compound. The community felt friendly and social, full of young professionals on contracts.

Tonight was the first big pool party of the season.

Aya stood in front of the mirror wearing a tiny emerald bikini that barely contained her firm breasts and hugged the graceful curve of her ass. Her hair fell in loose waves. She looked radiant, sun-kissed and confident.

Chris watched from the bed, already dressed in board shorts and a light shirt. The cage was still locked.

“You’re going to turn every head tonight,” he said, voice thick with want.

She walked over and climbed onto his lap, kissing him deeply. Tongues danced, slow and sensual. Her hand slipped down, unlocked the cage, and freed his cock. She stroked him until he was rock hard, then pushed her bikini bottoms aside and sank down onto him in one smooth motion.

A soft gasp escaped her as she took him fully. “Mmm… you feel good, baby.”

She started riding him with slow, rolling hips, taking him deep on every downward stroke. Chris leaned in to kiss her breasts, lips seeking a nipple. She pulled back gently.

“Uh-uh.”

The denial landed like a spark. His eyes widened.

Aya’s smile turned mischievous. “He already had his mouth on them this week. Sucked and played until I almost came just from that. They’re off limits for you now.” She kept riding, slow and deliberate, letting him feel every wet slide. “You can look. You can ache. But no touching. No sucking. Thats not for you anymore.”

The words hit him hard. His hands tightened on her hips as she continued the torturous rhythm, whispering more.

“I’ve already met so many of them. You’re going to walk into that party not knowing who’s already tasted me. Who’s already made me wet just by looking at me the right way.” She leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “And my lover will be there tonight. Watching me. Maybe even trying to get me alone for a moment.”

She rode him until they were both breathing hard and sweaty, then climbed off, leaving him throbbing and leaking, commanding him not to touch it, as she got back to sorting her hair and readying herself. It was torture to Chris. It happened so fast. From feeling her tight wet pussy around his cock, to being more turned on than ever, only to suddenly feel nothing but frustration… When he finally came down a little, she reattached the cage, kissed the hard plastic sweetly, and stood up.

“Let’s go meet the neighbors.”

The pool area glowed with colored lights and the scent of barbecue and cocktails. Music played at a relaxed volume. Laughter and conversation filled the warm evening air. About twenty-five expats mingled. Mostly young professionals in their late twenties to mid-thirties, here on various contracts. Australians, French, British, South Africans, and a few others.

Aya introduced Chris around with easy charm. He shook hands, made small talk about the harbor project, but his attention kept drifting.

There was Pierre, the tall French engineer with an easy laugh and well-defined arms. Liam, the outgoing Australian who kept finding reasons to stand close to Aya. Marcus, the broad-shouldered South-African project manager with dark hair and intense eyes—the same man Chris had noticed in the parking lot days earlier.

Aya also introduced a couple: Emma and Thomas, a British pair in their early thirties who had been in Mauritius for four months already. Emma was bubbly and quick-witted; Thomas seemed more reserved but friendly, and built like a god, toned and chiseled. Then there was David, an older British expat in his fifties, salt-and-pepper hair, still fit from years of outdoor work, before finding his place in shipping. He had a calm, steady presence and a dry sense of humor that made people chuckle.

At one point Aya and Chris stood chatting with Emma and Thomas near the edge of the pool.

“So how are you finding the compound?” Emma asked, sipping her drink.

“Feels surprisingly like a little village,” Aya replied, smiling. “Everyone’s been so welcoming.” She sent a quick smile in Chris direction as Thomas nodded. “It’s good for the shorter contracts. Keeps things social.”

Later, while Chris talked harbor logistics with David and a couple of others, Aya slipped away for a few minutes. When she returned, she pressed close to Chris in the water, legs wrapping around his waist. Her hand sneaked down to press against the cage through his shorts.

“He tried to pull me away earlier,” she whispered against his lips, voice low and teasing. “Told me there was something he wanted to show me inside one of the houses. I said maybe next time.” She kissed him deeply, tongue sliding against his. “But he’s getting bolder. I like it.”

Chris’s breath caught. The mixture of love, jealousy, and raw arousal made his head spin. He held her close, kissing her back while his locked cock strained uselessly.

They stayed until the party began to wind down. Back in their bungalow, the air felt thicker with tension.

Aya pushed him onto the couch, unlocked the cage, and straddled him again. This time she rode him harder, faster, breasts bouncing with every movement. Her voice stayed low and filthy as she leaned close.

“You’re going to love watching me like this, aren’t you? Seeing me get what I need from someone else. Feeling that rush when I come home to you still glowing from it.” She clenched around him deliberately. “Enjoy every second tonight, baby. Because you never know when it’ll be the last time for a while. Maybe after tonight I’ll decide he gets this too.”

The words pushed Chris over the edge. He exploded inside her with a deep groan, hips jerking, pleasure crashing through him in hot waves. Aya kept moving through it, milking every pulse, then kissed him tenderly as he came down.

She stayed on top of him, fingers stroking his hair, eyes full of warmth and love.

“I love you,” she said softly. “And this is only the beginning.”

Chris held her close, heart still racing. But one burning question refused to leave his mind as they lay together afterward.

Which one of their new neighbors had already started claiming pieces of his wife?

And how much more would she give away before he even realized it had happened?

I hope you liked it! I will post the next chapter in a couple of days, depending on the feedback. 🙂

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