While the thought of one of Molly's lovers aspiring to "break" ol' Mick has a certain erotic charge it's never really happened on my watch. Maybe I'm already "broken in" to the extent I have always been polite and accommodating to her other sexual partners.
Serve coffee in the morning after a night of hot sex? Check. Make dinner in the kitchen as they make out in the living room? Check.
But no one ever demanded that Molly impose longer term chastity, let alone surrender the key. (Admit that's been a fantasy turn on that has fueled more than a few of our daily couplings).
Maybe the cast of characters she invited into our marital bed were just too damned happy to be there, that the thought of being the dominant in a cast of three never occurred to them? Why upset the apple cart?
Or maybe as the mature professional in the room, I seem a little too intimidating to most guys who might otherwise have put their mark on a "beta" of lesser gravitas.
And these days, in our charmingly small mountain town, it seems impossible to find a safe and sane sexual partner for Molly, dominant or not. What's cuck (or cuckoldress) to do?
