I decide things in this marriage. I wrote the agreement out and had it signed at the kitchen table.
Ursula comes when I call her. That is the part I have never admitted I need.

I called her out to the fence line last night, past the yard light.
Come here, I said. She came.
I had her against the post with the paper still folded in my back pocket, to prove she was mine before I hand her over.
She went back inside. I stood out there in the cold for twenty minutes.

That is the thing I cannot say. Not the agreement. That I want to watch, and I hate wanting it.
She waits on me to tell her when, and that is what I am really feeding on.

Saturday he comes. I set the hour and the room. I tell her when to go to him. He takes her the way I wrote it, nothing between them, finished in her every time until it holds.
Everyone in this valley knows us by Monday, my wife will be carrying his and not mine, and I fixed the date myself.
She obeys me tonight because I am the one who decides.
Who am I on the morning it takes? What is a husband for after that?

A full-length cuckold breeding and hotwife erotic novel featuring a husband who scripts every hour of it and the wife he hands over.