The time was drawing closer, to the point that he could be showing up at any second, and Becky had been sitting nervously on the end of the bed with me, clutching at my hand with a hesitance still deep inside of her. That emotion had to be quelled rather quickly, as a knock caused both of us to jump slightly, and I excused myself to let him in.
It was an odd turn of events, for years I had been battling with the mislabelling of ‘cuck’, not quite fitting into that role myself, and especially not my wife. The two of us just wanted something… <em>different</em>. Thankfully the realization of where exactly we belonged came sooner than we thought, stumbling across VXN Lifestyle that helped label us properly.
After perusing the site for a while together, we came across a man that fit <em>exactly</em> what we were looking for, and after chatting for a while to ensure it wasn’t too good to be true, we organized a meetup!
Now at the door, I take a deep breath before allowing him in. He looks just as his profile had shown him, and I eagerly invite him inside, showing him around and up toward the bedroom where my wife was waiting.