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Cuckolding Relationships

Part two of two

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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He walked home and kissed Caitlyn on the cheek, smiling, though even that felt dull and wooden. Jerome already had dinner on the table and he was just in time to slide into his seat. Caitlyn's portion of food was larger than anyone else's, though not grossly so, just enough that she could eat her fill, of course, and perhaps have some left over. It had always been up to her, as far as he could see, how much she ate.

She really was bigger, sitting on the chair that now looked too small for her, even if she was still, of course, a very natural size. Caitlyn was even larger than her sister with her breasts resting on the table whenever she leaned forward, liable to bump bowls out of the way, let alone smaller items. Her backside was thick and round, her waist wider too, even though she still had that exaggerated hourglass figure. And she was beautiful, a glow about her cheeks, an easy smile on her face. Though he still caught how she worried over him, lips softening slightly, when she looked at him. Of course, Caitlyn still thought he was sick.

And he had to say something, blood roaring in his hears, his stomach turning over, not able to do anything, not even hear what was going on around him. Caitlyn said something, leaning in closer and brushing his arm, though he pulled back without thinking, moisture prickling in the corners of his eyes.

“Caitlyn…"

He hissed out her name, simply as he was trying not to cry – and yet that was a false hope as, finally, emotion got the better of him. All of his confusion, that twisted arousal mixing with concern and fear over their relationship and just how that was going to end up… It just all came out, all at once, Caitlyn's hand on his shoulder, Cayla on the other side, though he had to get it out.

“Oh, Jake, it's okay, it's okay…" Cayla soothed, offering him a tissue, which he took gladly. “It's okay to be a beta boyfriend, it's okay to cry. You know that, right? It's all okay… Did something happen?"

“Yeah, baby, what's up? Please… You're worrying me," Caitlyn implored, though she didn't correct the record on the type of boyfriend he was. “Please, Jake, what's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

But he could only cry, though a small part of him thought it was nice of Cayla to comfort him too.

They chattered above him softly, speaking in hushed tones – though he could only nod when they asked if he knew what was going on, making sure to clarify too about the Only Fans. Jerome sighed and sat back in his chair, though it was clearly not a conversation he personally felt he had all that much of a part in.

“You should have told him earlier," he said, though there was no accusatory note in his tone. “But now everything is out, right? He'll be okay with it too."

“I know, I know… I'm a little surprised it took this long to come out, for him to figure it out." Cayla's lips twisted, clearly sorry for Jake but not quite in the way, conventionally, she may have been. “Come here, Jakey."

The babying of his name had him lifting his head, though he blinked at the sight of Cayla pulling out her breasts, coaxing his head down to them. It did not quite feel natural for him to allow her to cradle his head and let him rest on her breasts, shifting uncomfortably, though Caitlyn running her fingers through his hair soothed him too.

“Suck on them, Jakey," she cooed softly. “It'll settle you. It's okay."

Even though tears still tracked down his cheeks, he did as they told him, for it was easier than pushing back in any way. He parted his lips and Cayla fed a nipple between them, allowing him to suckle.

Yet he'd not been with anyone else in so long that he didn't quite realise why things felt different, even as he calmed down a little, a soft stream of milk flowing into his mouth. His brow furrowed as Cayla and Caitlyn petted him softly, stroking his hair and doting on him lie a mother, but he calmed slowly, the heaving pants in his chest easing patiently.

He later learned the milk coming from Cayla's breasts was a side-effect of Jerome's cooking, though it was not something to concern himself with in the moment. Jake closed his eyes, cheeks flushed from the whole thing, though he didn't know what else to do other than what he was told as he tried to handle himself.

He could have explained and could have said something… But maybe he was just a beta boyfriend, after all. It was much easier to go along with things and the moment the notion entered his mind, something more settled inside him. Even as he swallowed Cayla's milk, a small trickle oozing out from the corner of his lips, he let his weight sink into the chair, Caitlyn's hand on his head.

Submission wasn't just easier. It felt secure and safe. Was that such a bad thing?

“I'm sorry, Jake," Caitlyn said, though she wasn't apologising for what, conventionally, she may have been expected to. “I didn't expect things to go this far, but I just couldn't stop myself. And then the money started coming in and I knew how I could help us, help you."

She lifted his head gently, Jake blinking away the remains of tears. Hazy, the world around him took on an almost dream-like quality, as if he was not really present in the moment there. And yet he heard everything, absorbing it all slowly but surely.

“I'm just taking BBC now," she explained. “That means big black cocks, you probably wouldn't know that, Jake. I still want you here though. You're my rock, my emotional support boyfriend… If you still want to be with me too, that is."

Her eyes shone with such hope and he exhaled, a rush of tension leaving his shoulders, even though it remained knotted up in his chest.

“I… Oh, I thought you were breaking up with me!" He blurted out, confessing in a rush. “Yes… Caitlyn… Yes, always and forever, I want to be with you, I know that, I always knew that."

“Oh, that's all I want, Jake!"

Relieved she no longer had to hide things, Caitlyn grabbed him and drew him to her, though his arms gladly went around her too. Things were changing, but they didn't have to be as others expected, no, not then and not ever.

“I'm just so glad I don't have to hide things from you anymore, Jake," she breathed, her breath tickling his ear as Caitlyn rested her head on his shoulder. “I want to be with you but…there's no denying their cocks are better, Jerome's and…I'll have other lovers soon too."

Jake gulped and nodded, though the storm of emotions in him felt oddly dulled, as if they were beating against an iron wall. There was the notion of how he was meant to behave, furious, scorned, and then there was how he really had been while watching the videos, a part of him simply glad, cleanly so, that Caitlyn was happy, having fun and getting everything she wanted. Yet Jake didn't have to understand everything straight away, of course. That could all come in time. As long as the security of his relationship was there, the love of his life safe in his arms, everything else could be worked out in a way that suited them both.

It would take time, however.

“It's such a turn on," she told him, fingers curled around to cup his chin, “watching you be emasculated like that, so openly… I hope you understand, Jake, why it arouses me so much. Watching you suckle on my sister's breasts like that… Accepting your role… My cuckold boyfriend. I'm so glad to have you here with me too."

He swallowed hard, feeling like he needed to say something but not quite sure what to say.

“Mmm… I'm glad you're with me too, Caitlyn."

It was not quite what he wanted to say, but it would have to do, Jerome standing and rubbing the back of his neck with his lips pulling up in a wry grin.

“I guess we don't have to do anything behind closed doors anymore," he said, friendly and extending a hand to help Jake up from the table too. “Good to have you on board, Jake."

“Uh…" He gulped and tried to smile, though it didn't really come out right. “Yeah… Mhm?"

As long as he was accepting, however, that was all they needed as Caitlyn and Jerome headed off to the big living room on their own. Cayla stayed him for a moment, putting a hand on his arm.

“Oh, no, Jake," she said easily. “They don't need you yet, Jerome was just being polite. He's such a gentleman like that. But you're such a good boyfriend for being so supportive of Caitlyn. She's so lucky to have a beta like you in her life."

He shivered, not sure if he liked being called that or not. Just one more thing he was going to have to think about later.

“I don't know what to think about it…" He confessed, though Cayla was, perhaps, not the best person to confide in. “It's… It's so quick."

“Well, it's been going on for months!" Cayla laughed, waving him off. “It's not been quick at all! She just found a BBC she wanted and, well, I'm more than happy to share! Jerome's my man, he's not going anymore."

“Besides," she added when Jake still looked dubious. “Look… I had a boyfriend before, a guy studying sciences, Michael, well… Look, he couldn't handle my lifestyle and I was worried about Caitlyn ending up with someone that, well… Hm, I worried she'd end up with someone who didn't accept her. You're just such a good boyfriend for being as supportive as you are. Does that make sense?"

He nodded. It did. But it was rather different from anything at all he could ever have anticipated needing to support Caitlyn through or in…

“I'm so glad you understand," Cayla said with genuine warmth, head cocking. “Well now, I think we can go join them."

She led him in as the moans in the living room rose, swinging open the door with a smile on her face. She hadn't put her tits away since breastfeeding Jake, but that was not the strangest thing that had gone on that day by a long shot. He knew just what to expect when he walked into the living room, though it still sent a shuddering, freezing shock through him as he stopped dead in the doorway, watching his girlfriend on all fours while Jerome fucked her doggystyle.

She was magnificent, her thicker curves highlighted by the tasteful, soft light in there, her body gorgeously voluptuous, though her breasts took more motion in that position with greater weight in them. She'd need new clothes again soon, he thought dimly, though it was not for him to concern himself with, not as Caitlyn blinked up at him, giving him the briefest moment of her attention possible.

“Aw, looks like you guys are having fun!"

Cayla laughed and grabbed her phone, plopping down on the sofa to snap some pictures, though she trembled with energy. She seemed to be a lot more into what was going on than Jake, but that could have been because she was a lot more used to openly showing her emotions than he was. Jake was left working through the mental and emotional challenges of his changing relationship, even as a pleasant, warm sensation spread through his groin, down to his balls. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, a throbbing, aching arousal that came from a much deeper part of his psyche.

Perhaps it had taken Caitlyn to unlock that for him, after all.

“Mmmm… Yes… Jerome!"

Jerome grunted as he thrust harder, obvious reverberations rolling through her thick body as he took her, the slap of his hips bouncing off her buttocks filling the room. That was, if not for Caitlyn's loud moans battling for precedence, his cock filling her perfectly. She couldn't help but squeeze around it, though having her beta boyfriend there watching her get fucked – not her first time but his first time watching her – sent tingling thrills of exhilaration through her.

And she liked it. She liked her body glowing as it did, her curves drawing eyes and attention, doing as well as she was on Only Fans. She was doing it all for them, for her, taking what she had not realised was there to be taken. His cock stretched her perfectly and yet Caitlyn hungered for more, her entire body trembling faintly as she rocked closer and closer to orgasm.

Jerome, however, knew exactly when she was close and reached around to the front of her pussy, even though she could have got off without him rubbing her clit at all. The orgasms felt different with him too, more powerful and intense too in short, pulsing bursts, all so she wanted to keep on coming back to get fucked by Jerome, over and over again.

“Ohhhhh!"

Her moans rang out as orgasm took her, Jerome fucking her through it, his cock sinking into her hot, wet sex with lewd slops. She'd never got that wet, not with Jake, and that was why BBC were the dicks for her, the only cocks she ever wanted to fuck again. And there was so much more to it than that, as she exulted in climax, shuddering in place as she dropped her torso to the carpet and rolled her hips back, savouring the moment. Jerome was so much tenderer and more caring than any other lover she'd had, knowing all the right things to do to make her melt.

There was a different in the guys she'd been introduced to that, sexually and in dominance too, Jake just couldn't compare to.

Jerome pulled out of her and Caitlyn obligingly got on the coffee table for him: a good position for her to spread her legs and get some photos taken of his cock ploughing into her while he was on her knees. Cayla jumped at the chance, videoing some parts as her boyfriend fucked her sister, even grabbing Jake and dragging him into some of the shots too.

“Come on, Jake, live a little!"

“Oh, um… I don't think I really… Um…"

Cayla rolled her eyes.

“Jake, it's just a selfie… Smile!"

He tried to smile, though it came out weak and watery – and he only did it because he was told to. Still, Cayla snapped shots of them together, her arm around his neck like a leash – at least, that was what it felt like to him. She smirked when done and perched on the edge of the sofa, releasing him at last.

“Just going to post these… My fans will be so pleased to see you're finally in the loop, Jakey!"

He flinched, though would only see those Only Fans posts later, on her page. The selfies of them together with Caitlyn and Jerome fucking in the background would have captions reading the likes of:

#FirstTimeCuckBF

#Excited

#BestBoyfriend

#BetaCuckWatchingGF

Not that they mattered too much to him, not even tugging at that string of humiliation that should have been wound tightly around his core. For Jake was not in the business of denying how his heart leapt and his cock throbbed in his jeans, hungrily watching Caitlyn as her thick ass ground back into Jerome's cock. That was one of his favourite positions, though he often wished he could have been even closer to Caitlyn in it too, but…Jerome fucked her much better than he could.

And it was not like Caitlyn was ever going to fuck him again, so he might as well watch.

That was something too he was going to have to deal with at a later time, the lack of sex, but, well, if he wasn't pleasing his partner it didn't look like it was anything he should have been doing anyway. His own sexual inadequacy loomed and he shrank visibly as he if was trying to withdraw back into himself.

“Mmmph, ohhhhh," Caitlyn moaned. “Your cock feels so good, Jerome. I love you so much… So much more than Jake… Ohhhh!"

His eyes snapped to her, though the wounded jab in his chest was short-lived as it was replaced by a rush of warmth. It settled in his chest and he sank into the armchair, separate from the scene. It was not as if they truly needed him there, of course – just in other parts of Caitlyn's life, supporting her.

“Will he compare?" Jerome pressed, a hand running up her body, groping and squeezing her breasts, short nails dragging teasingly over her nipples just to make her groan. “Hm? What of your little white boyfriend?"

He didn't engage too much in embarrassing Jake and did it all in such a way that it felt like friendly “joshing," though Jake still squirmed, heat crawling up his neck in hot, flushed patches.

“Mmmm, oh, noooooo…" Caitlyn moaned, her legs up around Jerome's waist, stopping him from pulling back too much as he fucked her. “Nooooo, Jake… Jake's not as good as you, mmmm… He'll never compare to you, not ever…"

She smirked lightly back at Jake, though paused briefly, Jerome's thrusts slowing.

“I'm only kidding, Jake," she said in a softer tone, though he wondered just how sincere she was being in that moment. “I just like saying…mmm…fun things like that in the moment… Mmmph! Just to play up…my emotions."

“Ah…" He didn't know what to say, shyly turning away and rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah, yes, it's okay…"

Caitlyn smiled.

“Mmm, that's good…" It was hard for Caitlyn, however, to speak with Jerome still fucking her, his thrusts picking up in pace again. “I still love you… Just differently to before. It's better like this, I promise."

He nodded, a little more tension unknotting in his chest. Of course, there was a lot more still to talk about and that would come later, but it was, at the very least, affirmation that all was well in their relationship despite everything. They'd stay together and they'd be strong together, with Caitlyn going from strength to strength.

He was just there to support her and maybe that was the role he should have been in all along.

“Come here, Jake," Cayla ordered him easily. “Hold her hand. Jerome, you can do what you do best, baby."

Jerome grunted, sweat glistening on his dark skin, all muscle and raw power. Yet he knew how to control that power too and was as rough with Caitlyn only as she wanted him to be, playing to her interests and letting everything else simply fall by the wayside. He thrust deeply into her pussy, his shaft gleaming with their arousal, so thick that it was obvious just how her pussy was stretched around him, trying its best to cling to the achingly hot length of his shaft.

Jake scrambled in, just trying to do what he was told, despite the dull pounding of his heart in his ears. He just needed to be there for her, yes, to help her and support her… Yet it was strange to feel the power of Jerome's thrusts even through Caitlyn's hand as Jerome fucked her with a power Jake could never have hoped to attain.

“Mmmm… Ohhhhh, yes!"

She arched her back and bucked her hips, that time spilling over the edge into orgasm without him rubbing her clit at all. Her hand gripped Jake's harder than ever as Jerome fucked her, huffing and panting as he leaned over her body, his fingers curled around her hips. Holding her in place for his cock, even though the coffee table could not quite have been comfortable under her back, he rammed in deep, giving her every long, loving stroke she needed to carry her through orgasm.

She was there for him, however, eyes on Jerome even as Jake held her hand, their new dynamic locked down. There was no going back from it, not as Jerome thrust and thrust, his shoulders rounding forward a little more with every stroke closer to orgasm he made.

“Unff… Mmph…"

Caitlyn cried out Jerome's name as the dark-skinned man erupted inside her, his hips working furiously as if he was trying to eke out every last drop of pleasure from their liaison. Jerome, however, didn't have to worry he wasn't going to have his needs met there, no, not in the slightest, not as he slammed in deeply and moaned, lust rippling through him as he spent his seed deep. As he pulled back, a little bubbled and trickled around the join of their bodies, showing just how much he'd left inside her.

Jake shivered. He hadn't realised his cock had been bare before, it just hadn't crossed his mind to even ask. Yet it made sense, of course, for why would Caitlyn need to use a condom when she was as close with Jerome as she was? He knew she had everything in hand and it wasn't for him to question, no, as different as everything seemed to him.

Thus, a new stage in their relationship was entered. And Jake would just have to catch up with all that meant for him and the changes still to come.

*

One year later…

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Time passed and Caitlyn's work took off, allowing her to fully support them both after graduation with Caitlyn's Only Fans (and other) earnings alone, which was remarkable in itself. She took her business knowledge and built on it, although he was taking on more and more of the administration work so she could concentrate on making videos. Why, she'd even managed to buy another apartment, with a mortgage, for them both! The least he could do was study video editing too, just so he could help her make the most of her life and career.

It was in a good area, not too far from Cayla and Jerome's place, and the morning sunshine streamed through the window as he helped Caitlyn dress. Her new bras were difficult to get on, though he was more than happy to help out and do it up at the back for her, even slipping the straps over her shoulders and hooking them on to the back of the bra for her. It was a special one that helped alleviate back pain while making her breasts look even more fantastic than they would have been normally.

“I can't wait to go out with you," he said, glancing back at the wardrobe for his own clothes. “I don't really know what to wear though."

“Oh, sweetie…"

She turned and bent over, cupping his face as she nudged him back to sit on the bed, a smile pulling at her lips.

“You're not coming out with me," she said. “I only said I was going on a date, you know."

His heart pounded, surprised but not put out, not then.

“Oh? But… Wait, you're going out with another guy?"

“Yeah, I've got a new boyfriend," she said happily, checking out the dress she wanted to wear in the mirror, showing off her curves well in how it hugged her form, though the zip at the back still needed doing up. “He's so sweet, Jerome set us up. But you need to make sure this house is spotless, as you always do, honey."

“Oh…"

He smiled, standing up and brushing off his trousers. It was not such a bad evening and there was not all that much to clean, considering he didn't have to work with Caitlyn's earnings supporting them easily. That didn't sound too rough on him either.

“Sure thing," he said, though it still didn't quite sit comfortably with him that his night had been changed so quickly. “I hope you have a good time, honey."

He kissed her, though it was Caitlyn who broke the kiss before him, turning around in silent instruction for him to do up her dress. He slid the zip home and adjusted her hair slightly, fluffing it up with gentle fingers.

“You look amazing," he said sincerely, though a part of him still wished it was him going out with her, so he could see her in all her glory, enjoying herself. “And he's going to love you, Caitlyn, I know he will. How could anyone not?"

“Oh! There was one thing I wanted to ask you still, before I go."

She smiled as she looked him over, brushing her hands down from his shoulders and splaying them out on either side of his chest, touching his arms.

“How do you feel about starting a family? It's been on my mind for a little while, since things are so stable now. Things are great! But what do you think?"

She brought it up as if it was normal conversation and Jake's heart leapt, hands clutching at her.

“Oh – yes! I never thought… Oh, not this early…" He struggled for words, though his lips breaking into a wide grin told the tale he wanted. “Yes, oh, yes! Definitely! Oh, Caitlyn!"

“That's wonderful! You'll be such a wonderful caregiver, raising them… But I still have to decide which of my lovers I want to be the father." She paused, sighing lightly. “It's such a hard decision."

He gasped, struggling to talk, stuttering and stumbling over his own words. What did she mean it wasn't going to be his child? But…that kind of made sense too, even as his stomach churned and he swallowed hard.

“Ah… Yes, dear. Of course."

It was all he could say, taking a mental step back from the situation. It made sense, kind of, Caitlyn being the breadwinner of the family, doing as she pleased. He was there to facilitate that and he let her squeal and hug him, clapping her hands together.

“Oh, I can't wait to be pregnant! It's going to be an amazing next chapter for me!"

Just not for them, not together. Not as he'd imagined.

So, he watched her leave and smiled as he waved her off, even if something heavier settled in his stomach. He backed into the apartment and closed the door gently after him, though he'd make sure to keep a listen out in case Caitlyn came home later, though it was likely too she'd spend time with her boyfriend that night also. It was hard to say.

His stomach sank and he sighed, turning to the kitchen, even though he'd been keeping everything in good condition. Maybe it was time to clean out the fridge and make sure it was all disinfected and fresh?

“How did I end up in this?"

Alas, there were still drawbacks, in a sense, to the lifestyle he had come into. Degeneracy? Maybe… Some would call it that. It was most certainly a very different place to how he had found his relationship only twelve months ago. But, on that timeline, Caitlyn would have already been cheating on him.

It was not how he had imagined his life to end up and yet…there was something right about it too. Even if he had to come to terms with it, though that would take time. It was a big change and society said he wasn't supposed to be happy with what was going on either, which was perhaps one of the biggest obstacles in his way.

He got through half the kitchen, not that he felt there was anything major to do, he just wanted to keep Caitlyn happy, before succumbing to checking her Only Fans account. Although Caitlyn still collaborated with Cayla and Jerome, she'd found the most success on her own account, taking control and great strides forward in her career.

“Hm…"

He leaned back against the kitchen table, though there was no way anyone could see him from the window, biting his lower lip as he took his cock in hand. He'd seen so many of the videos already, but they still got him hard in only a few moments, thumbing the head of his cock to smear the light sheen of pre-cum over his flesh.

“Mmph…"

Jake didn't have to say anything at all, however, not as he settled back into his role and, in a small way, reminded himself why he did what he did. It still came with its challenges, but it felt right when he was there to serve and look after Caitlyn, living a life he never could have had without her.

Without Caitlyn, there was nothing for him – and he was okay with that. For him, there had only been Caitlyn.

So, he got off, rubbing his cock swiftly, grunting and spilling a mess right there over the kitchen floor, though he'd have to clean it up shortly. She was there, in all positions, passionately in love with so many other men he could barely count them all, fucking cocks much larger than his, but it was all for. It had always been for her, Jake's chest heaving as he struggled to recover himself all over again. He had time, however, before Caitlyn returned home.

In cuckolding relationships, there were different aspects to be played into and shifts in his own relationship too they would both work together to accommodate. There was far more to be told in their story, and changes to come, though Jake was sure already he was more than along for the ride.

With Caitlyn, he never could have been anywhere else.