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Being Husband.==========================================================================Being Husband When I was young I was a fool. When my future wife to be refused full sexualintercourse before the marriage day, I assumed this was quite normal,respectable behaviour on her part, the natural reaction of a nice, middleclass girl true to her upbringing. Only later did I discover that Nadiawasn’t ‘respectable’ at all! At the time though I couldn’t see past thesmooth curves of her ample breasts, tightly constrained beneath her thin,skin-hugging tops, or separate my gaze from the marvelous mounds of herperfect, round and inviting buttocks. Nadia loved to encourage me to play with her breasts. She’d laugh at mynervous, still almost adolescent, fumbling attempts to ‘touch up’ her tits,but she almost always allowed my wandering hands to find their way under herstretched woolen jumper. How I loved to feel the weight of her globes in thepalms of my hands. Touching and stroking the incredibly taught smooth nylonof her bra cups made my stomach turn flip-flops! Even today I get a kick outof thinking back to how my unsteady finger-tips would gradually work nearerand nearer to the engorged, protruding firmness of her nipples. Nadia likedme to work her large and prominent nipples between my fingers, rolling themaround through the thin, silky material of the brassiere. Of course I’d geta huge erection, but I was never allowed to relieve myself in her presencein any way, never mind actually fuck her. “Wait until we’re married darling, then I’ll make you happy” was herwatchword. She’d keep me pleasuring her divine, feminine orbs for ages, withmy balls getting bluer by the minute, and my pre-cum wetting my underwear,but I never dared risk upsetting this goddess by suggesting going anyfurther. Every night in bed I’d wank myself silly thinking of her. Justimagining being allowed to actually suck those huge nipples was enough tomake me cum with huge gushes of wasted spunk spurting into my hand.The day finally came when Nadia consented to marry me. I walked down theisle with a penis like an iron rod in my trousers, thinking about gettingNadia into bed at last on the honeymoon, but fortunately I was able toarrange my clothing so that it wasn’t too noticeable. In any case, everybodywas looking at Nadia, resplendent in layers of virgin white, rather than atme. The honeymoon first night went off reasonably well. I came too soon ofcourse, in fact before I’d even managed to get Nadia undressed. Yes, justsucking on those gorgeous nipples did it! Fortunately Nadia took a veryunderstanding view of this episode. Within no time she’d got me hard again,and before very long the marriage was successfully consummated.What (even at the time) struck me as being – surely – rather unusual, wasthat for the rest of the honeymoon I wasn’t allowed to repeat the success ofthat first night. Nadia kept me at arm’s length, claiming that she felt sureit wasn’t “normal” for a husband to want to m***** his wife too often, notif he really “respected” her. Well respect Nadia I certainly did. She saw tothat. Having had my first fuck of my life with her I was hooked. She was mygoddess. I was infatuated with her. I’d do anything for her. She was alwayskind and sweet to me, pulling down the zipper on my trousers, reachinginside and stroking me into a fervid state of ball-bursting desire whenevershe had me alone… only to then leave in search of a drink or a swim in thepool. I followed her everywhere like an obedient dog, waiting on her everywhim, hypnotised by the slinky sway of her hips and gentle bounce of thoseirresistible tits. Before long I found myself masturbating alone to relieve the tension. Even Icouldn’t believe this. I was on my honeymoon with the most gorgeous woman onearth, yet I was being forced to wank off like some teenager to stop myselfgoing insane with lust. Unable to possess Nadia I found myself reduced tostealing her sexy, silky panties. I spunked huge amounts of creamy white cuminto her shiny knickers, imagining myself pushing my prick up her like theone and only time I’d been permitted that luxury. Then I’d hide the usedpanties in the laundry basket, hoping no-one would look too closely!When Nadia made it plain that in the evenings she fully intended dancingwith other men after dinner, as well as me, I took it in my stride. Nadiacould do no wrong, and I was determined to take a broad-minded, liberalattitude to this. At first it was just disco dancing. She never actuallytouched her other partners. But then as the two weeks of the honeymoon woreon, and it was plain I wasn’t going to insist on either my conjugal “rights”or possessing her as an exclusive dancing partner, Nadia began staying onthe dance-floor for the slower numbers too. This really did churn me upinside. I was forced to watch as my new wife allowed herself to be heldtightly by handsome men who all seemed more confident and experienced thanme. I sat at a side table guarding Nadia’s drink, whilst she smooched withsome hunk. I watched in agony as the man’s hands would reach around her backand press her soft body to him. One evening towards the end of the honeymoon I sat at my side table as a newlatin-looking stranger (and yes, he was – quite literally – tall, dark andhandsome) caressed my wife’s bare back, pressing her sacred breasts to hisbroad chest. Then I noticed that he was maneuvering Nadia gradually towardsthe darkest part of the disco. I strained my eyes to follow their movements.I could hardly see them through the throng of bodies, but to my absolutehorror I thought I saw him kissing Nadia full on the lips. I was in agony. Icouldn’t be sure of what I’d seen, and tried to tell myself that either I’dimagined it, or Nadia was very drunk. I thought about fighting the man…..and decided I couldn’t do it. He had looked big and muscular, and for all Iknew if I tried to come between him and “his girl” he might produce a knifeor worse. I was terrified for my new marriage, and scared of confronting thesituation. In the end I sidled alone on to the dance-floor, and dancedpathetically, with strange, agonised, nervous jerks, over in their direction.My worst fears were confirmed. Up fairly close, even in the semi-darkness, Icould see the man’s right hand snaking up Nadia’s mini-skirt and caressingthe wonderful, round globes of her arse. As he stroked Nadia’s bum he pulledher hips onto his, and with mounting horror I suddenly saw the vague shapeof what could only be the massive bulge of an erect cock in his trousers.Soon he had Nadia’s crotch rubbing against his clearly excited phallus asthey swayed to the slow music. She must be able to feel his cock rubbingagainst her? What on earth was she thinking? Why didn’t she break off? Whatwas I to do?I remained almost frozen with indecision. Then the man’s strong looking facebent down to Nadia’s again, and they began a long, deep kiss. Oh god, Ithought, he’s putting his tongue into her! If he was, then Nadia was clearlynot resisting. The kiss went on and on. The man could be clearly seenworking his fingers inside Nadia’s panties now, and with mounting tensionand horror I realised he was thrusting his fingers between her legs frombehind, forcing her mound onto his engorged cock at the front, whilst allthe time keeping his mouth clamped on hers. My wife was being frigged off bysome latin male in front of my very own eyes! I felt my body tense up withsheer shock, but at the same time I noticed my own prick expanding. Iwatched transfixed as Nadia was practically fucked on the dance floor andthought of my own desires to shaft her. It was all too much. I was soconfused. I wanted so desperately to fuck my wife, but if I couldn’t do it Istill wanted to see her getting fucked. The thought of my wife opening herlegs for this man, and being filled with powerful spurts of his semen as hesomehow turned her into a ‘proper’ fuckable woman was almost too much to bear. Nadia hadn’t seen me, but suddenly her partner did. He plainly noticed mestaring, but his only reaction was to say, quite loudly, to my wife: “I’mgoing to put one finger up your arse now, and then you’re going to follow meto my room!” I watched as the shadow of his forefinger made gentle thrustingmovements inside her panties. Nadia groaned, a deep, hungry, sexual groan ofdesire. He held my wife’s body to him as she wiggled her arse, impaled onhis finger. Nadia’s lips curled open, looking thick and sensual, as shethrew her head back, clearly in ecstasy. Whether she was quite cuming or notwas not clear, but to my shame _I_ did! I was conscious of the biggesterection of my life in my pants and a superb sensuous feeling in theknob-head of my cock as it pressed against the tight elastic of my pants’waistband. Then I was cuming helplessly. My spunk flooded out soaking mytrousers, right there on the dance floor. It felt so good, but I almostcollapsed with the joy of release. Even after cuming my shrinking dick movedslickly through the thick sliminess of my cum, and it still felt great.My mind was in turmoil though. My wife was by now heading off to her lover’sroom, without ever having noticed my presence. I was helpless with jealousy,but also overwhelmed by sexual release and sheer physical pleasure. If thiswas what being cheated on felt like…. I was interested in knowing more! Being Nadia’s Husband – Part Twoby The English CuckoldSeeing my wife of just under two weeks leave the disco with her loverbrought me out of my state of shock somewhat. I was embarassingly consciousof my semen-soaked trousers, and whilst I was pretty sure nobody would seeanything in the poor light of the disco, I headed back to our honeymoon roomtrembling at the knees with excitement at what I had experienced. As Icleaned myself up and got ready for bed I thought about what the stranger inthe disco would now be doing to Nadia, my wife. I couldn’t get the thoughtof his huge cock opening her up out of my head. I visualised him on top ofher, sucking her perfect tits into his mouth, and pushing his magnificentmanhood slowly into her gently yielding love box. I imagined his rough lipson hers, rubbing away her pink lipstick with his passion, as his tongueforced its way into her mouth. Then I thought about his spunk coming out ofhim, and jetting upwards into my wife, and her loving every minute of hispenetration of her body. How would she react when she found me still awakein bed when she eventually returned, assuming that she did come back tonightat all? Would she be calm, as if nothing had happened, all the time walkingaround the room with that man’s load inside her? I couldn’t sleep and waitedhours for her, waited with a throbbing cock I didn’t dare attend to.Eventually, about five o’clock in the morning, I heard a key turn in thehotel room door. I didn’t say anything, but listened intently as Nadia’ssilent outline made its way to the side of our honeymoon bed. She wasobviously trying not to wake me, but I needed to talk to her and see whatkind of state she was in. I felt nervous, angry, self-pitying and hot forNadia’s body all at the same time. Steeling myself to some kind ofconfrontion I turned the bedside lamp on. Nadia froze. She was just about to get into bed beside me, and lookedstartled. Other than surprise though she didn’t look too unkempt; she’dobviously had time to groom herself kayseri rus escort after satisfying herself on that otherman’s cock. This was the first time I’d seen Nadia looking somewhat lessthan confident, and emboldened by her worried, surprised look, I built upcourage to act the part of the outraged husband.”Where the hell have you been?” I barked at her. A quick flash of angerdistorted her beautiful face. Before I could say anything else the open palmof her hand slapped heavily across my cheek, her long, red nails tearing myskin like claws. “Never speak to me like that again!” my wife mouthedquietly to me, barely controlled outrage quivering in her voice. This wasthe moment which changed my life. Even then I knew it. Should I attempt tohit Nadia? Should I show her who was going to be boss in this marriage? Orshould I simply get up and leave? For a moment I hesitated, but deep down Iknew what I had to do. I crawled to her, Nadia my goddess. I implored herforgiveness, and whimpered on about how I’d learn to control my stupid malejealousy, if only she’d forgive me and let me stay with her. I’d serve herloyally all my days. I’d work hard and have my pay-cheque paid into heraccount every month. I’d do anything, but – please Nadia – allow me to staywith you!As my apologies multiplied I got more and more scared that she really wouldleave me, the only woman I had ever fucked! As if to prove my loyalty to herI literally crawled out of bed and knelt before her. When she said nothingat first I was afraid, but when she still said nothing I felt encouraged….she was listening to me! I tried hard to accurately assess the effect of myevery word on her, stealing glances up at her divine features from myposition at her feet. It was clear she was listening, and was interested.After a few minutes the acute anger died from her face, to be replaced bysomething more akin to contempt and triumph. She had won, and she knew it. Afew more minutes and she was in bed beside me, staring at me, her mood bynow almost contemplative.By now I was telling her that I knew I had no right to question hermovements. I had to trust my wife, and if she wanted to dance with othermen, well, of course I couldn’t object. If she wanted to let other men holdher, well, that was OK. If she wanted to socialise with other men in theirrooms, who was I to object?She smiled. Nadia actually smiled again. I was happy. I loved this woman whocould forgive me raising my voice to her. Laying on her back Nadia spreadher legs apart and motioned me to put my head between her thighs. I did so,crawling down into the bed beneath the sheet. Nadia took my hair in herhands and pulled my head up to her feminine mound of light brown hair. Thenshe pushed my nose into her labia and held me there. The smell of sex wasoverpowering. I breathed in deeply, and my little, shrivelled cock began torelax and expand again. Nadia just held me there. For several minutes shesaid nothing, though once satisfied that I had understood that I was not tomove, she let go of my hair and began gently stroking and caressing my head,and running her exquisitly sharp nails over my bare back.As the minutes passed my heart rate slowed. I was in heaven. Nadia loved mein her own strange way, and we were finding a way of living together. Itried to show my appreciation by licking Nadia’s already damp labia, but shetapped me sharply on the head until I stopped. After a few more minutesthough she began talking to me again, and I learned how things were going tobe between us from now on.”You don’t need to worry about Frederico,” she told me firmly. “You’re myhusband and as long as you’re loyal to me, obey me, and look after me, I’llstay with you. But you may as well know that I didn’t choose you to marry mebecause of your body! I chose you because of your one key quality: loyalty.I reserve my right to fuck whomsoever I choose. You’ll fuck nobody withoutmy say-so. I might choose to mate with you ocassionally. Then again I mightnot. Either way you’re going to have to learn to control that nastymasturbating habit of yours. You needn’t think I don’t know all about it!”All the while she was laying down the law Nadia stroked my head and myshoulders. She held me tight between her wonderful thighs, and every now andagain pushed my nose a little harder against the wet, soft entrance to herhole. “I’ll be laying down lots of rules for you,” she continued, “andyou’ll have to enjoy obeying them if you want to stay with me. “This is your first test. You may as well know that Frederico and I havebeen to bed together.” – As if I hadn’t already guessed! – “We have madelove, more than once, and I enjoyed it very much. Frederico is obviously avery practiced lover, and really knows how to please a woman. He’s better atit than you’ll ever be! For one thing, he’s really well hung. His beautifulmale cock is so much bigger than yours darling; you could never compete withhim. He has the most wonderful broad, flat chest, fascinating, powerful darkeyes, and balls the size of hens’ eggs. His cock must be at least twice aslong and thick as yours. When he put it up me I almost came straight away,he stretched me so much. When he pumped his powerful tool up and down me, hetook me to heaven and back. He made me cum and cum and cum. I was his. Hewaited until I was exhausted by my orgasms, and _then_ he spunked me. It wassuperb darling. I could feel his massive balls dangling between my legs, andfeel them tightening as he got ready to fill me with his load. When heejaculated I was too tired to cum again, but he looked me in the eyes as hissemen gushed out of his giant prick into me, telling me I was his, and Iknew it was true. After he’d finished cuming he made me lick his lovely toolclean. In between stuffing his cock in my mouth he made me promise not toallow you sex until he said so, but I know you love me, and I know you’llenjoy waiting for me darling.”Now! Prove to me you accept all this by sucking me off. My pussy is full ofFrederico’s creamy white spunk of course, but I want you to suck me reallyhard all the same, and no playing with yourself either!”With that Nadia raised my chin a little and slid down the bed just afraction. Before I had time to think her mound was pressing on my mouth. Ifound my tongue beginning to work on her, opening her luscious passage way.Inexpertly I fought to breathe and pleasure my dominant woman at the sametime. Then I tasted the spunk. It was true, he really had filled her up. Shewas full of it. Thick, stringy blobs of cum plastered my lips, and I wasforced to drink it down. The taste wasn’t too bad, but the thought that thiswas another man’s milk I was sucking from my own wife’s cunt had my prickrock hard. How I wanted to get on top of Nadia and plunge my own weapon intoher hole, joining my own liquid to his. I thought about my own, apparentlyrather slim and inadequate, penis sliding through the semen-rich slicknessof Nadia’s vagina, but I had to accept it wouldn’t be allowed.Eventually Nadia came and pronounced herself satisfied that I’d proved myloyalty to her. “This is only the beginning though,” she was keen toexplain. “I’ve got plans to keep my little husband a proper, respectable,chaste little husband, and I’m sure he’ll enjoy them! There are ways forwives to keep cuckolded husbands happy and faithful which will still allowme to keep my promise to Federico. They may seem a bit strange at first, butI’m sure you’ll come to thank me for keeping you in a permanent state ofsexual tension. You and I may be going on a little shopping trip tomorrow,so bring your credit cards darling; I want to spend some of our money onkeeping you happy!”With that I was told to go to sleep now, but though Nadia was soonpeacefully sleeping, and I was totally exhausted from the previous few hoursof nervous tension and lack of sleep, my aching balls just would not let merest. That and the thought of what on earth it might be that Nadia want’d tobuy me tomorrow! One thing was clear to me though: I had just let Nadia takecharge of my life, humiliate me in ways which most men would never accept,and yet I felt only a profound happiness, almost elation, conquering whatremained of my infantile jealousy. Nadia had promised to keep me hersforever if I obeyed her, and that was all that mattered to me!Being Nadia’s Husband – Part Threeby The English CuckoldThe following morning both Nadia and I slept in late. We were both tiredafter the events of the previous night, and Nadia didn’t even wake up untilabout 11 o’clock. I awoke with an unrelieved massive hard-on about half pastnine, but I remembered Nadia had said something about me not masturbating,and I was not about to risk her anger. Instead I lay in bed next to mymarital Mistress for over an hour, absorbing the warmth of her soft,feminine body, and thinking about her and Frederico, her latin looking loverof the previous evening. I had decided that I enjoyed obeying Nadia, evenwhen she was forbidding me sex, but I felt a great deal more uncertain aboutFrederico’s role in this complicated situation. _He_ had said Nadia was notto permit me sex until _he_ said so. Who was he to say such a thing?Certainly Nadia was clearly taken with his body, but I was still Nadia’shusband, I told myself. It was one thing being made to wait an indefiniteperiod for sex by your wife, quite another when ordered about, evenindirectly, by her lover.Yet what could I do about it? Nothing! Time though, I told myself, was on myside. Our honeymoon trip would be coming to an end in a couple of days, andwe would have to return to England, dreary gray Liverpool skies, and somekind of blessed normality. At least Frederico would be left behind! Nadiawould no doubt continue to assert her newly established right to copulatewith whomsoever she chose from time to time, but I’d be used to the idea bythen, and perhaps I’d be able to figure out ways to deal better with thesituation.When Nadia awoke, she reminded me about her proposed shopping trip, afterfirst flicking the still engorged knob of my prick with her long,pink-painted finger-nails and laughing dismissively. “Put little Willyaway,” she told me. “I don’t want my reputation ruined by anyone spotting myhusband’s inadequacies!” I grimaced at the insult, but wisely kept quiet.”Good boy” she reassured me. “Don’t worry. You mustn’t play with him, butwe’ll get some things today which will make your temporary chastity a littlebit easier on you”. Nadia always had enjoyed being mysterious!After a late breakfast we were on our way to the local resort shoppingcentre. “The shops aren’t brilliant darling,” Nadia pouted at me, “but I’mpretty sure they’ll have what I’ve got in mind to begin your training”. I’dbeen too busy enjoying looking at Nadia’s carefully made up lips toconcentrate much on what she was saying, but that word “training” grabbed myattention. “Just walk one step behind me, and don’t speak unless spoken to,unless it’s really necessary”. I heard her words, but I could hardly believeshe was talking to me like this, and in public! Part of me felt angry, buther treatment of me seemed to be making my cock stir again, so I justnodded obediently.Before long we arrived at a women’s “lingerie and bridal accessories” shop.After a brief study of the shop’s windows Nadia led me inside. kayseri rus escort bayan I enjoylooking at women’s underwear as much as any red-blooded male, and my eyesdrank in the mannequins in their tight, stretchy panties and under-wiredbrassieres. Most had wigs and had even had the faces made up. They reallylooked quite fetching. While my eyes wandered over to a tall, slim tailor’sdummy with long legs and rather large breasts, decked out in sheer blackstockings, black satin knickers, and a beautiful lacy basque, Nadiaattracted a sales’ assistant. “I’m interested in a standard, firm-controlpanti-girdle,” I heard her say. “I want something that’s a fairly fulldesign, but in a small size, perhaps a 26/28 inch waist?” The sales’ girlpromptly disappeared under the counter and returned a few seconds later withseveral packages.”This is the Berlei, Madame,” she explained. “It has an extra firm controlpanel at the front. 79% nylon polymide, 21% elastane, available in black orwhite only.” I was inwardly cringing. Nadia meant me to control by maleappendage by crushing it, it seemed! Still, I liked the black.”The white’ll do fine,” Nadia decided. “I’ll take two, one in a 26 inch, onein a 28.” I kept quiet, not daring to express an opinion. Nadia told me topay, and within half an hour we were back at the hotel.”Well done,” my wife congratulated me when we were back in our room. “Youdidn’t protest, which is just as well mind you, because I was going to tellthe sales’ assistant who the panti-girdles were for if you had!” In no timeshe had me trying on the girdles over my cotton briefs. When I’d got one on,after somewhat of a struggle with the tight, constricting garment, to mysurprise Nadia put her slim hand down the back of my girdle, reached betweenmy legs, grabbed my crushed but semi-erect penis, and pulled it hardbackwards, so that my knob was practically sticking up my own bum. Then shepulled the girdle up my legs another inch. My balls seemed to have almostdisappeared inside my body. The effect was a little uncomfortable until mysemi-erection wore off, but from the front my hips now looked quite feminine. “You’ll wear one of these girdles from now on” I was informed. “I don’tthink you’ll be chatting up many other women while you’ve got a panti-girdleon underneath your trousers, will you darling? And I don’t expect you’ll begetting any silly ideas about challenging any of my men friends to a fightor anything silly either, will you? When you go to the bathroom you’ll haveto use a cubicle, and remember, I’ll be checking all the time to make surethat nice, tight, firm-control panel is still in place helping you keepyourself under control, so no cheating, or I’ll never make love to youagain, OK? Eventually you can buy yourself a whole range of corsetryperhaps, but this will do for now. Wear one in bed as well, whether I’mthere or not. It’ll help you resist being naughty and touching yourself up.My little husband must keep all his pent up spunk in his balls for his wife,mustn’t he darling?” she concluded as she kissed me fully on the lips,deeply and sensously. My cock hardly stirred so constricted was it, though Istill felt a rush of lust for Nadia’s body.The rest of the day proceeded relatively normally, but when eveningapproached, I was informed that my wife had a dinner date with Frederico,and that I was not invited, though “if I behaved myself, one day I mightbe!” A pang of jealously ran through me, but then the thought occured to methat with Nadia out of the room, I could at least wank myself off if Iwanted to. I could always put the panti-girdle back on afterwards, I toldmyself, and Nadia wouldn’t know anything about it. Unfortunately Nadiaseemed to have the same thought. After a snack and being ordered to relievemyself, Nadia left for her date with Frederico, having first got myagreement to my wrists being manacled in front of me with my own thinleather belt. It was quite comfortable, except that I had to flex my wristsevery few minutes to keep the blood flowing to my hands and avoid a bad caseof pins and needles. Although my hands were tied at my front, my prick wasfirmly folded away behind me, and I found I couldn’t stimulate it at all, nomatter how hard I stretched my fingers! She had done it! I was in a crudeform of chastity belt. It was 100% effective, and I was entirely dependentupon my wife for my release. I supposed that in an emergency I might be ableto work the leather over a knife, but if I cut the belt Nadia would discovermy crime. I was caught.As the hours passed I could not help but imagine Nadia’s romantic evening.Sometimes as I grew excited visualising Frederico’s renewed seduction of mywife I felt I was almost cuming, but it was impossible. The panti-girdleheld my cock under lock and key, and a pathetic semi-erection was the best Icould manage. I could rub my frustrated knob through the girdle on the edgeof a table or other object, but I couldn’t get enough friction to reallypleasure myself. I had felt sorry for myself having to wank into my wife’sknickers on my own honeymoon to gain relief; now I couldn’t even do that!Frederico would be shafting Nadia before long I knew, pumping as much spunkinto another man’s wife as he cared to, making her orgasm again and again onhis massive latin cock, whilst I couldn’t even give myself a hand-job anymore. For a short time I cried, but I felt I loved Nadia more than ever, andshe had hinted that she’d give me some sexual relief at some stage, hadn’t she?About midnight I got a shock. A key rattled in the hotel room door. I hadn’texpected Nadia back so soon! My panti-girdle and belt were still firmly inplace, so that was OK. I hoped Nadia was OK. She was. And so was Frederico.She had invited him back to our room – I couldn’t believe it. Shamed by mybonds I tried to hide my hands, but Nadia already had the light on and wasintroducing me! “This is my husband,” she explained. “You said you wanted tomeet him Fredi… well here he is, trussed up and ready like you said!” Ifelt a wave of cold shock come over me, and collapsed to my knees, my boundarms sticking out helplessly in front of me. “Stand up darling,” I heard mywife’s voice floating somewhere. “Don’t worry. Fredi won’t hurt you. I madehim promise. And I want to take your trousers off so we can see your girdle.”With that Nadia hauled me to my feet, loosened the belt in my trousers,pulled down the zip of my fly, and let my trousers fall to the floor. Ofcourse the panti-girdle was still there, making me look like a pansy. Icouldn’t believe my nice, normal, middle-class Nadia was doing this to me.”Now sit in the chair darling” she continued. “Fredi wants to fuck me on ourbridal bed, and he wants you to watch”. I struggled to obey, and saw Nadiafall on the bed with ‘Fredi’. Quickly he was at her, one hand manipulating agorgeous breast through her blouse and bra, whilst the other held her headto his as he tongue kissed her. Having got things under way ‘Fredi’ thenappeared to want to take things slowly. Before my very eyes my wife’sclothing was removed, ever so slowly, item by item, until she was nakedbefore him. First her thin, almost transparent blouse went, then her tight,short skirt was unzipped from the side and allowed to fall. Nadia waswearing a suspender belt and very expensive, sheer stockings. Her pantiesstayed on for a while as this hunk of a latin male rubbed two powerfulfingers over Nadia’s crotch. She allowed him to masturbate her. His lipssucked her tits through the shiny material of her bra, making her nipplesstand out. Nadia’s hips ground backwards and forwards on his hand as hereager mouth sort his.Next her panty-briefs were removed, and Fredi turned sideways on the bed fora few minutes to give my wife a good tonguing between her legs. I could onlywatch in horror as she ground her cunt into his face. Then came thestockings and suspender belt. The stockings were flung in my direction, andI manouvered them to my face, smelling Nadia’s female scents as her morevirile lover continued to prepare her to receive his liquid. Finally Nadia’sbrassiere was removed, leaving my wife stark naked before the still fullyclothed Frederico. Now Nadia sat up a bit, and unzipped the man’s fly. Ifollowed her every movement as her hand went inside his trousers and pulledout that gigantic cock. I could see his balls now, huge and round,protruding from his clothing. Nadia bent her face to his cock and proceededto suck him into her mouth, at least as best she could. Her pink lipstickedlips worked themselves up and down his bulbous knob, as well as as much ofhis massive shaft as she could manage.I wanted to cum desperately, but could do nothing, except watch, fascinated.In a few more minutes Fredi was nude also, and I knew I was about to watchmy wife get well and truly fucked by another man’s cock. Fredi’s huge toolprotruded like a flag-pole from his body. I couldn’t help but stare at it’slength and thickness, calculating it to be at least twice the size of mine.I began to feel really seriously inadequate. No wonder Nadia preferred othermen. Perhaps I couldn’t really blame her for going to real men for sex. Howcould I even dream of filling her up properly after she’d been stretchedopen by a monster cock like that? I felt that if I were a woman, I’dprobably want a proper man’s cock too!Nadia now grabbed her new man’s penis and guided it to her lips again. Herbeautifully painted, sexy, feminine lips curled around his knob. Then shewas licking it, up and down, up and down, whilst gently manipulating herlover’s balls in her hand. Next those balls disappeared into Nadia’s mouth,one after the other, as she sucked hard on her male’s scrotal sac. Fredi wasin ecstacy, groaning wildly as Nadia’s tongue played with his testicles.After a few minutes of this, during which – to my amazement – Frederico’scock seemed to lengthen and fill out yet another inch, Nadia lay down on thebed, opened her legs, and guided her man into her body. I watched paralysedwith lust as the gigantic male member nudged open my wife’s cunt, and thenbegan to disappear from sight inside her. Suddenly Frederico seemed to losecontrol. He began to rut like a desperate a****l, thrusting his weapon againand again up Nadia’s slippery hole. Faster and faster he fucked her. Nadialooked elated. “Yes, yes. Do it to me. Fuck me. Make me cum. Spunk me Fredi,I want you,” she moaned. Within seconds Fredi was doing as invited andejaculating his spunk into my wife. He really shoved hard at Nadia as hecame, holding her shoulders down on the bed as he delivered his load intoher, her tits wobbling and rippling with each male orgasmic thrust. In a wayit was a beautiful sight, but I was an emotional wreck, and I could feel myown little cock trying and failing to grow beyond about three or four inchesinside the imprisoning panti-girdle. Somewhere deep inside of me a very small part of my ego was still alive andwanted to fight for Nadia, but mainly I felt crushed and defeated. Fredi hadfucked Nadia, but Nadia had fucked my mind, my soul. She had shown me thatshe could do anything she wanted to me, humiliate me in any way she liked,rob me of my manhood, and yet _still_ I would love her, depend upon her,crawl to her. I felt almost as if Nadia had tricked me into allowing her tocut my balls off, rus kayseri escort yet somehow I was proud of her for doing that to me. Whata woman, what a goddess! I had sold my soul to her and I was glad about it.I only wanted to discover more of life with this wonderful woman. What elsecould she possibly dream up for our marriage? Whatever it might be I wasgoing to give it a chance!Being Nadia’s Husband – Part Fourby The English CuckoldI was (quite literally) in a state of shock. I had just been forced towitness my bride being taken by her virile, latin lover. Frederico hadfinished with her for now. Lazily and full of manly confidence he withdrewhis still huge and well lubricated cock from up my wife. I watched intently,noting every thick globule of spunk on his shiny knob as it reappeared fromwithin Nadia’s shapely body. When he stood up, leaving Nadia prone on ourhoneymoon bed, his member bounced in the air before him, still aboutthree-quarters erect, and enjoying the freedom which my own pathetic willywas denied, being held tightly confined inside the new, over-small sizedpanti-girdle my wife had made me buy earlier that day. I had a suddenhorrible thought that maybe the girdle had been Fredi’s idea, and probablythe belt too, which held my wrists together before me. I was trussed like aturkey, and almost felt like I’d been slaughtered. Every muscle in my bodyfelt rigid with shock. I felt light-headed, almost as if I might faint atany moment. Nadia moaned quietly in a satisfied, exhausted tone. The noise drew my eyesfrom Frederico’s phallus back to the body of this woman who was legallymine, but whose slave it was clear I had become. She was laying on her backwith her superb, perfectly smooth thighs spread wantonly apart. As I watchedshe shifted a little, and a thread of her man’s cum slowly slid from insideher and began to slither down her cunt lips on to the bed. Fredi’s eyes hadfollowed mine and he guffawed loudly. Then, for the first time, he spoke tome rather than Nadia. “Looks like you’ve been well and truly put in yourplace, doesn’t it?” he smirked at me. “I’ve always wanted to have anotherman’s bride, and now I’ve done it. I don’t know why women bother marryingpansy wimps like you. Must be for the money or the security I suppose. Wellshe’ll never be satisfied with your little prick again now you know. I’veshown her what it’s really like to be taken by a man. She won’t want yourpathetic efforts any more!”I didn’t dare say a word. Fredi looked broad-chested, strong and muscular. Ihad my wrists tied together. He had just fucked my wife in front of me andI’d done nothing. I wasn’t about to do anything rash now. It was still ashock though when this potent, nude male walked over to me, lifted me out ofmy chair, held me to him, and kissed me full on the lips. I struggled toescape but resistance was hopeless. One arm was all it took Fredi to hold mein his iron embrace. I felt nothing as his lips fastened on mine, neitherstimulation nor repugnance…. only sheer fright! In a second his free handwas on the crotch of my Berlei panti-girdle, his strong fingers reachingbetween my legs, following the slim form of my ensheathed penis. He rubbedmy encased knob vigorously for a few seconds, and then let me go. I fell tomy knees. My world was collapsing.On the edge of consciousness I heard Nadia say: “Leave him alone Fredi. Youpromised me you wouldn’t hurt him.””I’m not hurting you little pansy, am I now?” Fredi cooed at me. “Don’tworry, I’m not a homosexual, and I’m not going to **** you, but you have toshow me you accept my right to shaft your wife any time I like. You know,dominant male, that sort of thing. No…. maybe you don’t, but you’re goingto learn quick!”With that Fredi got close to me again. His prick had cooled to about halfit’s previous maximum size by now. It was dangling loosely in front of whatwomen would no doubt refer to as his “well hung” testicles. With horror itdawned on me that having collapsed on to my knees, my mouth was now withinabout two inches of his knob. “Suck me,” Fredi commanded. “Take my knob inyour pretty little mouth and suck me. It’s your responsibility as Nadia’shusband you know! You really should see to it that you keep her lover’s cocknice and big for her. Lick my penis, and when it’s hard again we’ll see whatNadia wants me to do with it, shall we?”I started shaking. My nerves had gone completely. “Careful Fredi”, Nadiasaid quietly.”Look little man,” Fredi responded, “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m notgoing to force you to do anything you don’t want to. Look, I’ll even let yougo if you want.” With that he reached forward and, with a sharp tug, undidthe belt buckle imprisoning my wrists. I was free!”Thank you Fredi”, Nadia congratulated her man. She stood up now and, afterrummaging in a drawer for a moment, pulled on a pair of lacy red frenchknickers and matching bra. I hardly dared look at her anymore. I felt as ifI’d lost the right even to ogle my wife’s body. “You’re still my husband,” Iheard her say. “Look at me!” I looked. Tears were in my eyes but I was tooemotionally used up to cry. “Tell me you love me” she commanded. I obeyed,in a high-pitched, squeaky voice I didn’t recognise as mine. “Again!””I love you Nadia,” I managed. “I’ll always love you, and adore you, andneed you.” “That’s better,” she told me. Then she came over to me, and knelt beside me.Gently she pushed her breast to my mouth. “Suck me” I was told. “Put yourarms around me. Hold me, and suckle my breast.” Hardly conscious of what Iwas doing, yet knowing that with every moment that passed I was makingmyself more dependent upon her, I obeyed. My arms went around Nadia’sshoulders, and she slid me on to my back like a baby so that she could feedme her tit. Taking my weight on her thighs, she allowed me to suckle throughher bra. Then she slipped the nipple from under the material and pushed itinto my mouth. For a good five minutes I suckled gently. Gradually I cameround a bit. I still felt confused, but now instead of being frightened Ibegan to experience a sense of being comforted and cared for. A huge weightseemed to ease from my mind. Nadia did love me. When, with her free hand, Nadia began gently to stimulate my crotch, Irelaxed even more. There was no chance of cuming unless she removed thegirdle from me of course, but once again lust began to violate my senses.All this time Fredi had remained standing next to Nadia. Now she sat me upagain, and reached for Fredi’s penis. I was made to face Nadia, who was nowsitting cross-legged, on my knees, with Frederico standing almost over us.Once more Nadia made me lean forward and take her gorgeous, round, femininebreast between my lips, this time through her bra again. After only twentyseconds or so Nadia reached out with one hand and grasped Fredi’s limp cock.I watched open-eyed as she manipulated his foreskin back and forth onlyinches away from me. Gradually his manhood began to expand afresh. Beforehis shaft could rear up too far, Nadia took her free hand and held my headto it’s nipple sucking task. Then with her other hand still on Fredi sheguided his knob towards me. Slowly she rubbed his penis up and down on thesmooth material of her bra, first on the breast further from me, thentransferring his expanding shaft to the same globe I was suckling. Now hisknob was only an inch from my lips, indenting the same bra cup I was sucking.”Remember,” Nadia told me. “Fredi wasn’t lying. We don’t want you to doanything you don’t want to. But I love you, and I want you to suck Fredi’scock to show me how much you love me! It’ll be an incredibly erotic sightfor me if you do it. I want to see you suck Fredi for me. But I want you towant to do it darling. It’s really quite enjoyable. Believe me, I’ve triedit. I’m going to put Fredi’s cock in your mouth now, so if you keep suckingmy tit that means you agree to sucking his cock, OK?”I was helpless. I couldn’t reject Nadia by refusing to suckle her breasts. Ineeded her. I could see Nadia’s painted thumb and finger-nails holding on toFredi’s knob. The seconds passed, and I couldn’t stop sucking Nadia. Shebrought her lover’s cock right up to my mouth. Then it was thrusting asideher breast and I found myself tonguing an erect phallus. Nadia shifted herposition slightly and held my head in her hands. My lips found that a thick,fat cock, slickened by my own saliva, was thrusting backwards and forwardsthrough them. “Good boy” Nadia encouraged me. Fredi began to enjoy himself.His thrusts got deeper, until his knob was penetrating the top of my throateach time he pushed hard. I was in a daze, but when Nadia reminded me tosuck and lick her lover’s cock, I did so. Before I knew what was happening he seemed to be getting ready to cum. Histhrusts were bringing his balls to my lips now. Nadia held my head firmly.Then Fredi cried out: “Yes, Nadia, yes. Hold him, I’m going to do him!”Three more hard, quick thrusts, and then Fredi held his cock in position. Myjaw muscles were aching with being forced open so long, but I thrilled ashis powerful phallus began to quiver in my mouth. His knob was blocking mythroat and I could hardly breathe, but dimly I was aware he was cumming. Atfirst I felt nothing, but when after a minute he withdrew, the salty, muskytaste of cum was on my tongue. He had indeed mouth fucked me. Nadia releasedmy head and turned me around to look into my eyes. I had been filled withanother man’s cum for her. Gently she kissed me on the lips, her tonguesnaking out and savouring a real man’s juices. I noticed her nipples wererock hard as she joined her tongue to mine, both of us tasting Fredi’s sementogether.When she broke off there was a look of triumph in her eyes. I was rewardedfor my obedience to her desires by having my girdle removed at last. Nadiaexplained that this would be a rare treat for me, but that in thecircumstances she was sure Fredi wouldn’t mind(!). I was given Nadia’spanties and told to put them in my mouth and suck on them. Then I wasordered to masturbate in front of both Nadia and Fredi. This I did, shootinga huge load of pent up spunk into my hand. I had wanted to use a pair ofNadia’s knickers to wank into but was denied that pleasure. Inevitably myliquid dripped off my hand, so Nadia ordered me to rub it into my body, andthen take a shower, before getting back into a clean girdle!For the remainder of that night I slept on the floor by Nadia and Fredi’sbed. Fredi tied up my hands again “to stop me wanking in the night”. Thiswas just as well, because in the morning when I awoke it was to the noisesof Frederico in rut again, shafting Nadia hard and long. I could do nothingbut lay there, listen, and imagine this man making my wife cum on his cock.I no longer even dreamt for a moment of trying to make him stop. He hadfucked my mouth after all, ejaculated his manly sperm down my throat, and Iprobably even still had his spunk in my stomach! I was as much his as Nadiawas. When he eventually left to go back to his own room I was almost sad tosee Nadia’s lover leave us. She was in such a good mood after beingsatisfied by him, and she allowed me to have my wrists freed, and to snuggleup in bed with her for an hour before a very late breakfast. Of course thegirdle stayed where it was, but Nadia rubbed my little prick through thetight, elasticated garment a bit, and I felt I was in heaven! I had beenrequired to prove my love to this woman, and I had done it. In the futureshe could do what she liked with me, and I knew I’d enjoy it. What couldEngland bring after this? What would we tell our friends we did on ourhoneymoon? I snuggled up to Nadia’s warm breasts and dreamed of a long lifeof slavery.THE END

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