Cuck-Tales for Three

By Jon Zelig

This volume contains the full trilogy, “Cuck-Tales for Three.” Part I: Tell Me a Sexy Story Part II: Tipping into Cuckold Chastity Part III: Finding the Right Cuckie-Sitter.

While they do not constitute a single story, they all focus on a married couple heading toward or actively engaged in cuckoldry, something the husband in all of these stories wanted—more or less lobbied for.

You might think of the stories, in sequence as: Feigning, Falling, Finally!

As a bonus, this book also contains an excerpt from “Governess Dominates Couple: The Full Trilogy.”

NOTE: Part II was originally released as “Tipping: A Cuckold in Chastity Femdom Tale.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zelig Media
• Release date: Sep 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463609200

Jon Zelig

Jon Zelig writes about sexually intense, romantic, power exchange relationships: mostly Femdom, some Maledom; often in conjunction with T&D, D&S, FLR, Chastity Play, and Cuckolding. Some of this contains an element of Age Play, usually a Wife-as-Dommy-Mommy, disciplining and taking care of a Bad-Little-Boy-Husband (the occasional, hetero, Dommy Daddy, with a Bratty-Adolescent-Wife). No babies, no diapers, no cribs; no incest, no violence, minimal compulsion—a bit of hand, hair brush, or belt: no whips or crops or canes. More psychological domination than physical. Most of his work takes place in a contemporary setting: sometimes this is with an “alternative reality” skew; some is set in the near-term “Gynarchic Future.” Almost always—the intensity of the roles they are playing notwithstanding? His characters love and try to take care of each other.

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Author’s Note

This volume contains the full trilogy, Cuck-Tales for Three.

Part I: Tell Me a Sexy Story

Part II: Tipping into Cuckold Chastity

Part III: Finding the Right Cuckie-Sitter

While they do not constitute a single story, they all focus on a married couple heading toward or actively engaged in cuckoldry, something the husband in all of these stories wanted—more or less lobbied for.

You might think of the stories, in sequence as: Feigning, Falling, Finally!

Part II was originally released as Tipping: A Cuckold in Chastity Femdom Tale.

As a bonus, this book also contains an excerpt from Governess Dominates Couple.

Best,

—JZ

Table of Contents

Cuck-Tales for Three

Author’s Note

Part I: Tell Me a Sexy Story

Prolog: Tales Out of School

What Are You Talking About?

Good Advice & Bad Instincts

Tell Me a Story

Where She Went & Where We Were Going

Testing the Waters: Tasting the Truth

Part II: Tipping into Cuckold Chastity

Pleasure is Only for Mama

A Dark Tangle

The Pleasure of Denial

The Key

Snap. Crackle. Pop!

Part III: Finding the Right Cuckie-Sitter

What You Wish For

The Cuckie-Sitter

Ablutions

Tell Me a Story

BONUS: An Excerpt from Jon Zelig’s:

Governess Dominates Couple

The Zelig Family

Meet Jon Zelig

Meet Joy Zelig

Meet Bram Zelig

Meet Zoë Zelig

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Cuck-Tales for Three, Part I:

Tell Me a Sexy Story

Prolog: Tales Out of School

Although she was whispering almost directly into my ear—her breath moist and hot, breathing a little ragged—I was having trouble understanding what she was saying. I was distracted in all kinds of ways, of course: my own breathing patterns erratic; the thump, throb, and rush of blood, in my chest, in my head, in my limbs—in every appendage—thunderous; her fingers fluttering, seemingly at random, over my body, the caresses of a small swarm of butterflies; my thoughts disorganized; my emotions too whirled and tangled for me to really even begin to describe them to myself.

She was cooing and teasing, murmuring and moaning, explaining and entreating.

I couldn’t see her: a blindfold tight over my eyes.

I couldn’t move: tightly and meticulously bound to the chair on which I sat—naked.

I couldn’t respond: a ball gag in my mouth.

"Oh! Honey," she moaned; that I heard. "No, no, no! She darted her tongue briefly into my ear, licked my neck, caressed my shoulder fleetingly with those long delicate fingers. There are no accidents, her whisper a little lower, voice husky. You know how this happened, you know why you’re here, you know, she said, with a hint of vindictive menace to her tone, that this is all. Because. Of you."

She was right.

I’d had a normal life; I’d had a normal wife; I was the one who had bent everything, and everyone, into a different shape.

I’d started by becoming a storyteller.

Imagine if . . . followed by a carnival of descriptions of fetish and kink.

We’d progressed to her taking on that role.

The three of them just keep thrusting into . . .

And then . . . the narrative had taken on something close to a life of its own.

Let me tell you about last night . . . her eyes steady and sparkling, her gaze sincere and serious, her tone lyrically erotic, with an edge of happy menace.

I’d lost control.

One story at a time.

What Are You Talking About?

"What!?"

My wife was lying on her belly, legs slightly spread, arms out, hands up, as if in surrender. I was tracing my fingers lightly over her milky pale body, goosebumps on her thighs and the faint perfume of her rising arousal, evidence that the embers of her desire—which she tended to keep tightly tethered—were beginning to glow hot.

I feigned ignorance.

"He, she said, a little surly. You were touching my— right near— You were touching me. And then you said, ‘What if he—?’"

That was true.

"I’m sure