THE PERFECT CUCKOLD; Chapter 1 The Lost Anniversary

The apartment was shrouded in silence when Sebas arrived home that Tuesday afternoon. The lights were off, and the echo of his footsteps on the wooden floor reminded him of what he already knew: Mateo had arrived before him and, as usual lately, had locked himself in the bedroom with his phone.

"Happy third anniversary," he murmured to himself as he left the keys on the entrance table.

Sebas stopped in front of the mirror in the hallway. At 39 years old, his robust physique and muscular arms still gave him confidence, but his disheveled beard and dark circles betrayed the exhaustion of the past few months. Since he had been appointed director of his bank branch, he had hardly stopped. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair and sighed. When was the last time Mateo had looked at him with desire?

"Sebas?" Mateo's voice came from the bedroom, neutral as always lately.

"Yes, love, I'm here."

He found his boy lying on the bed, his torso naked, showing off those perfect abs that had so captivated him three years ago. The curly blonde hair fell disorderly on the pillow, and his delicate, youthful features, which confirmed his 24 years, were illuminated by the light of the phone. Mateo didn't even raise his eyes when Sebas entered.

"Do you know what day it is today?" Sebas asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Mateo finally lifted his eyes, those blue eyes that before looked at him with submissive adoration and now barely showed interest.

"Uh... God, our anniversary. Sorry, I've been... distracted. With the new job and..."

Distracted. That word perfectly summarized their relationship lately. Although the excuse of Mateo's new job as a junior architect in an important studio didn't entirely convince him.

Sebas approached and caressed Mateo's defined chest, feeling how the muscles tensed under his fingers.

"I've missed you today," he murmured, lowering his hand towards Mateo's marked abdomen. "I was about to call you to come to the office. To get on your knees and suck like a good little bitch..."

For a moment, it seemed like the spark could be rekindled. Mateo put the phone aside and sat up, his lips finding Sebas' in a kiss that, although timid, carried a hint of the passion of before. Sebas' hands explored Mateo's sculpted body, remembering each curve, each muscle he had adored so many times.

"Love..." Mateo whispered in his ear, using that word that before excited him to unsuspected limits.

Sebas felt his 16-centimeter cock hardening inside his jeans. He gently pushed Mateo against the bed and began to kiss his neck, going down to the nipples that hardened under his tongue. Mateo's muffled moan gave him hope.

"I want to make you mine tonight," Sebas growled, his voice loaded with that dominance he knew Mateo needed. "I want you to beg me like before. To be my obedient little bitch."

He took off his shirt wi...