Now let's get down to brass balls. How can you actually do it? How can you become a cuckold?STEP 1: SUBMITYou know that thing that you do that your wi...e hates? Stop doing that. You know that thing that she wants you to do, but it's a pain in the ass and you don't want to? Do it. You want to be a cuckold? When's the last time you did the dishes, or vacuumed, or picked the k**s up from school, or made dinner, or did the laundry, or cleaned the garage?Real-life submission isn't all analingus and. Slut. “Let’s go to our room.” Panic gripped me at Jeffrey’s words, but before I knew it, he had helped me from the barstool. Instinctively, my hand shot out for my panties, but he caught my wrist. “Don’t you think we should leave that as a little tip?” My feet trembled, my hands shook, but I simply hung my head and let myself get steered across the room by Jeffrey’s hand on my bottom. Hands on my bottom, short feels of my tits, perhaps an equally short moment of brushing against my panties’. Seconds passed. Gerald looked me in the eye and turned away. Ugh. I began to formulate my apology to however this would come back to bite me when we got home. My face read shame. I wanted to run. It would be worse if I left him here. I slowly trudged back up the path.Gerald stayed, watching me. "You know, son," he said, his voice slightly raised in volume but not tone. "You can take care of what you need to. I'm not in any kind of a hurry. I've been 18, too." Then, under his breath: "Believe it. I should have followed through on my thoughts. Alas I didn’t, so I would have to wait for another opportunity. She spent a lot of the time after we were closed to the public hanging around her old flames. I am ashamed to admit that it got to me and I had to walk away from the group my drink in hand and just be alone for about an hour. When I returned it was dark with only the light of the fire and a few torches to guide us. I was fuming after getting a drink and sitting down. No one had.