Sandra and I had only been married for a year when I sensed she was growing restless. It shouldn't have surprised me. She was a 22-year-old beauty, 5?3?, with a figure that was all soft, exaggerated curves, long auburn hair, a sweet face and a sense of adventure.
I, on the other hand, four years her senior, was no taller than she, slender in an unmasculine way, with sandy blond hair and fine features. Worse, I didn't have much to offer in bed. My penis was an immature four inches when erect and my testicles were like two dove eggs. I had almost no body hair. Worse, I avoided foreplay, preferring to get quickly to my own satisfaction, which took only minutes to achieve and gave my wife no satisfaction at all.
She had suggested that I give her oral pleasure but the idea put me off. One day, shortly after our first anniversary, my cousin Jennifer stopped by. She wanted to borrow our blender to mix frozen drinks for a party she was having that evening.
I had never gotten along with Jennifer and made a comment about how lax my cousin was at returning other people's property. Sandra came to her defense. She said, "It's understandable that Jen might forget. After all, SHE has a busy social life."
I wanted to say something about the people Jennifer associated with, who I disapproved of, but Sandra stared me down. Instead I went and got the blender. When I returned the two of them were talking animatedly.
Jennifer turned to me and with a nasty smile said, "Your wife has accepted my invitation to come tonight. Isn't that wonderful?" I gave her a disapproving look but said only, "Sure, we'll stop by for a quick visit."
About an hour before we had to leave Sandra went upstairs to get ready. When she came back down I got a rude shock. She had on a snug sleeveless top with no bra underneath and a tiny clinging skirt. I hadn't seen her dress like that since before we were married. She also had on three-inch heels that made her taller than me. Worst of all was her make-up. She had on too much eye shadow, too bright of a lipstick, and heavy blush that completed the wanton look. She had even done something to her hair to make it appear fuller.
"Hurry up and get ready," she told me. "That is, unless you want me to go alone. I laid out some clothes for you." I went unhappily upstairs and found a pale yellow shirt and green plaid trousers. There was even a loud floral necktie. Instead of picking clothes that were more appealing I put on what she had given me.
We arrived at Jennifer's apartment and found two other couples there. They were the overly casual type she always associated with. Another couple showed up and I was annoyed to see that the girl was white and the guy was black. Then two final guests came in, both of them tall, strapping black men.
One went directly to my cousin, threw his powerful arms around her, and gave her a lingering kiss. His hands were all over her. I glanced at Sandra who didn't act bothered at all. When that embrace finally ended Jennifer turned to my wife and introduced Sandra to her date, Roy, and the other man, Tony. She said, "Tony's on his own tonight. Maybe you can make him feel welcome in my home."
Instead of retreating, Sandra stepped away from me and toward Tony. She said, "Sure, Jen. I'm sure I can make him feel VERY welcome." A wave of dizziness passed through me. I couldn't believe it. My bride, looking like a slut, was coming on to that unfamiliar black man. I stood uneasily behind her, listening to them get acquainted until she snapped at me to go fetch drinks. I meekly obeyed, not sure what was going on.
When I returned they were sitting side by side on the couch, Tony's arm around her shoulders and her hand placed with easy familiarity on his thigh. I trembled as I delivered their drinks. "Oh yeah," my wife said, almost as an afterthought. "This is my husband." "Hey," Tony said and offered his broad hand. We shook and he squeezed my fingers so hard I grimaced. Then his other hand rubbed Sandra's shoulder. His eyes dared me to say something. When I didn't object he told my wife, "Jen was telling me about your 'man' here. She said you're not too pleased with him. Said he doesn't do his job in the bedroom. Is that true?"
I was stunned. "Wellllll," Sandra replied slowly, with a secret-teller's smile. "He does come up kind of short, if you know what I mean." "Hell, just looking at him I know what's wrong. Did Jen tell you how happy she is with Roy, how well-equipped he is to do the job?"
My wife giggled attractively. "Yes, and she went into ALOT of detail." "Whatever he can do, I can do better." Finally, I sputtered out, "S... Sandra, do you think you should be having this conversation?" She gave me a withering look. "Yes, husband dearest. Considering that for the last year you HAVE been a dud in the sack, I think I should be having exactly this conversation. And maybe I'll do more than just talk."
I was speechless. As I looked around the room seeking some kind of help I saw the others all grinning at my predicament. The first interracial couple was openly fondling each other and Roy was standing behind Jennifer rubbing his crotch lewdly against her bottom. Everyone stared at me expectantly. When I didn't react beyond standing there with my lower lip trembling, Sandra went on. "Listen," she told me. "I'm not going to pass up a chance like this."
She brazenly moved her small white hand to Tony's crotch, which was suddenly bulging. "You have a choice to make. Either you go along with me getting some proper screwing or I'm dumping you. And frankly, once I spread the word about what a loser you are between the sheets, you won't be able to get near another female without being laughed at. Isn't that right?"
"I... I mean... If you said those things... " Tony announced, "He knows it's true. That boy's a lost cause." He stood abruptly and put himself toe-to-toe with me. "In fact, I think we can clear this all up real easy." He jabbed me with one thick finger. "Drop your pants, boy. If you've got anything to offer down there, I'll back off. You can go into the bedroom right now and give your lady a proper screwing. If you ain't got what it takes and everybody here sees that, then I'll step in and do it right."
I glanced sideways at Sandra. In a small voice I said, "Dear, I think we should leave." "Oh, shut it, you pathetic wimp. Show everybody your sorry excuse for a cock. Then maybe I'll get an eyeful of what Tony has for me." Tony said, "You'll get a something-full, but it won't be your eye. I'll fill up your mouth and then your pussy. That is, if your stud here can't produce."
Numbly I began to undo my belt. I dropped those unattractive trousers and felt them puddle around my ankles. Then I hooked my thumbs under the elastic waistband of my jockey shorts. Blushing furiously, I lowered them. Everyone howled with laughter. Tony shook his head in amusement. Jennifer made a loud remark about having always known I must be a failure at sex. And then my wife said that it didn't get much bigger when I was excited.
"In fact," she went on, "I'll show you." Sandra removed my tie, unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it down over my shoulders so that it trapped my arms. Already my undersized organ was stirring. She let her fingertips flutter over my nipples and told everyone that I responded to that 'just like a girl'. I stood there with my lower lip trembling as my penis rose.
The hurtful jibes kept coming as it attained its fullest dimensions. "Damn, girl. No wonder you aren't satisfied. That things just a little squib." "A what?" "A squib. That's like the tiniest kind of firecracker." "Well, he's certainly tiny, but he's no firecracker." "Yeah, but baby, when you light a squib it just fizzles out. Don't give you no bang." "That's him. That's perfect. From now on I'll always call it his little squib, in honor of you, Tony."
She rewarded the broad-shouldered black man with a passionate kiss. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and held her against him, pressing her breasts against his body. She ground her hips against his. He said, "Little lady, this is your lucky night. We're going into that bedroom right now and I'm going to screw you until you won't ever want that sorry squib again." "Yes, Tony. I want your monster cock up my cunt so far I'll choke on it. Stretch me so much that my husband won't even be able to pretend to fill me."
She laughed wickedly. Tony scooped her up in his brawny arms. He started toward the bedroom, paused, and scowled at me. "You come with us, boy. And don't raise those pants. Just shuffle along. After you see what I'm going to do to your wife you'll be too ashamed to even think about asking her for sex. You'll be to embarrassed to let her see you naked. And her, she'll be so disappointed with you that she just might NEVER let you put that weeny thing into her again. All you'll be allowed to do is use your tongue."
"But Tony," she said. "He doesn't do that for me now." "What? Then this wimp's gonna get some lessons in eating a woman, and I mean tonight." They vanished into the bedroom.
My cousin Jennifer gave me a smack on the ass and said she was glad she had been able to help me 'improve' my marriage. I shuffled despondently behind them. By the time I reached the bedroom they were already on top of the sheets, undressing each other.
To my shame I hadn't lost my erection. Tony gave her a vivid love bite on her neck and then moved to my wife's perfect breasts. He sucked her nipples and left several red marks around them. She responded by freeing his oversized cock and licking it hungrily, something she had never done for me. His dusky organ thickened and elongated to an awesome eleven inches. In comparison, I made a ridiculous sight. She took as much of it into her mouth as she could and lavished adoring attention on it.
Tony gently but firmly spread her legs. "Come here, boy," he ordered me. "Time for your first lesson in pussy licking. Your wife's not used to anything as huge as what I've got, so you're going to have to get her ready for it." "Tony," she cried happily. "It's gets me so hot hearing you treat him that way." "Hear that, sucker? Your wife likes me to push you around. I'm gonna have to do a LOT of that to keep her happy, aren't I?' "Y... yes," I answered fearfully. "Make that, yes SIR."
When I answered him as he demanded he clamped his viselike hand around the back of my neck and shoved my face into Sandra's already wet womanliness. I gagged but stuck my tongue out and began licking. She squealed and wriggled her hips. Both of them gave me instructions and I was kept at it for several minutes.
Tony told me not to forget anything I'd been told because I'd be using what I learned very soon... and very often. Then he tossed me backwards and mounted my wife. I knelt silently at the foot of the bed and watched his nearly foot-long shaft vanish into her. She hunched her hips against him and begged him to go faster, harder. He was happy to comply. They stayed locked together for over a quarter of an hour, fornicating wildly, shaking the bed. My wife swore and urged him to even greater efforts, until at last they climaxed together, long and loud.
I was certain everyone else could hear it. Tony withdrew slowly and laid alongside her. Sandra's face was flushed and ecstatic. I had never seen her like that, certainly not after my anemic lovemaking. I was utterly shamed. "Now, boy," Tony said in a no-nonsense way. "Clean her up with your mouth. Show us that you didn't forget what you learned."
Sick to my stomach at what I was being made to do, I nevertheless did not resist. My face went once more between Sandra's smooth thighs and I lapped out all of their mingled fluids and swallowed every drop without being told to. They had sex a second time, much more slowly, but the damage was already done. I cleaned her up after that bout as well and when I was sent to bring more drinks everyone smirked at my newly cuckolded state.
Since then, as Tony predicted, my wife has not wanted or allowed my penis inside her. She delights in telling me her every thought about Tony. It amuses her to tease me with her body. She uses my charge cards to buy revealing outfits and sexy lingerie, both to remind me of what I've lost and to reward Tony.
I'm constantly in need of relief but never able to gain it. Tony and Sandra frequently have unfettered sex in our marital bed. Sometimes she and my cousin Jennifer go on double dates with their black boyfriends. They come to our house together and I have to clean the ejaculate out of both of them. When I'm done they like to make me kneel with my mouth opened so they can compete spitting into it.
The two latest developments have been the most painful for me. First Jennifer took my wife to get a makeover. Sandra had her long hair cut short and dyed blonde because Tony wanted it that way. She acquired plenty of flashy cosmetics and a slutty wardrobe. She even got a tattoo below her navel that shows a male symbol with a thick arrow protruding from it penetrating a smaller female symbol. She says it represents Tony and herself and that it means I will NEVER have intercourse with her again.
The second development was to purchase -- with my card again -- a male chastity device for me. It is a short tube that encases most of my penis and is kept on me with a ring that locks around my scrotum. Sandra wears the key around her neck and says that if I'm not a 'perfect husband', she'll throw the key out. I had been thinking of masturbating while she was on dates with Tony, but now even that option has been denied me.
I feel completely emasculated. But because the chastity tube doesn't cover the head of my penis, my wife -- and Jennifer -- can tease me mercilessly, by touching me there and by fingering my oversensitive nipples. Jennifer is thoroughly pleased by how she has destroyed my marriage and left me absolutely miserable.
Can it get any worse? My wife and her cousin like to discuss new ideas in front of me. They're talking about making me use my mouth to clean up Tony and Roy. I hope they're not serious.
And they've been discussing sending me on a date with Roy's sister, Shawana, a girl with voluptuous curves. They know that I'm attracted to her shape but put off by her being black. It amuses them to think of me having to serve her and winding up even more frustrated than ever.
The two of them have been making me pamper their feet and I think I'm developing a fetish from that, which horrifies me. If I show the slightest reluctance to lick their soles and suck their toes, no matter how sweaty and soiled they are, I'm threatened with a few hard kicks to my testicles, something else I hope they're not serious about. So yes, I'm sure it will get worse.
Even now, as I finish this account that they have ordered, as I stand here naked, in only my chastity tube, forced to bend over to reach what used to be MY desk, I can't stop thinking about what is still to come.
THE END?
I, on the other hand, four years her senior, was no taller than she, slender in an unmasculine way, with sandy blond hair and fine features. Worse, I didn't have much to offer in bed. My penis was an immature four inches when erect and my testicles were like two dove eggs. I had almost no body hair. Worse, I avoided foreplay, preferring to get quickly to my own satisfaction, which took only minutes to achieve and gave my wife no satisfaction at all.
She had suggested that I give her oral pleasure but the idea put me off. One day, shortly after our first anniversary, my cousin Jennifer stopped by. She wanted to borrow our blender to mix frozen drinks for a party she was having that evening.
I had never gotten along with Jennifer and made a comment about how lax my cousin was at returning other people's property. Sandra came to her defense. She said, "It's understandable that Jen might forget. After all, SHE has a busy social life."
I wanted to say something about the people Jennifer associated with, who I disapproved of, but Sandra stared me down. Instead I went and got the blender. When I returned the two of them were talking animatedly.
Jennifer turned to me and with a nasty smile said, "Your wife has accepted my invitation to come tonight. Isn't that wonderful?" I gave her a disapproving look but said only, "Sure, we'll stop by for a quick visit."
About an hour before we had to leave Sandra went upstairs to get ready. When she came back down I got a rude shock. She had on a snug sleeveless top with no bra underneath and a tiny clinging skirt. I hadn't seen her dress like that since before we were married. She also had on three-inch heels that made her taller than me. Worst of all was her make-up. She had on too much eye shadow, too bright of a lipstick, and heavy blush that completed the wanton look. She had even done something to her hair to make it appear fuller.
"Hurry up and get ready," she told me. "That is, unless you want me to go alone. I laid out some clothes for you." I went unhappily upstairs and found a pale yellow shirt and green plaid trousers. There was even a loud floral necktie. Instead of picking clothes that were more appealing I put on what she had given me.
We arrived at Jennifer's apartment and found two other couples there. They were the overly casual type she always associated with. Another couple showed up and I was annoyed to see that the girl was white and the guy was black. Then two final guests came in, both of them tall, strapping black men.
One went directly to my cousin, threw his powerful arms around her, and gave her a lingering kiss. His hands were all over her. I glanced at Sandra who didn't act bothered at all. When that embrace finally ended Jennifer turned to my wife and introduced Sandra to her date, Roy, and the other man, Tony. She said, "Tony's on his own tonight. Maybe you can make him feel welcome in my home."
Instead of retreating, Sandra stepped away from me and toward Tony. She said, "Sure, Jen. I'm sure I can make him feel VERY welcome." A wave of dizziness passed through me. I couldn't believe it. My bride, looking like a slut, was coming on to that unfamiliar black man. I stood uneasily behind her, listening to them get acquainted until she snapped at me to go fetch drinks. I meekly obeyed, not sure what was going on.
When I returned they were sitting side by side on the couch, Tony's arm around her shoulders and her hand placed with easy familiarity on his thigh. I trembled as I delivered their drinks. "Oh yeah," my wife said, almost as an afterthought. "This is my husband." "Hey," Tony said and offered his broad hand. We shook and he squeezed my fingers so hard I grimaced. Then his other hand rubbed Sandra's shoulder. His eyes dared me to say something. When I didn't object he told my wife, "Jen was telling me about your 'man' here. She said you're not too pleased with him. Said he doesn't do his job in the bedroom. Is that true?"
I was stunned. "Wellllll," Sandra replied slowly, with a secret-teller's smile. "He does come up kind of short, if you know what I mean." "Hell, just looking at him I know what's wrong. Did Jen tell you how happy she is with Roy, how well-equipped he is to do the job?"
My wife giggled attractively. "Yes, and she went into ALOT of detail." "Whatever he can do, I can do better." Finally, I sputtered out, "S... Sandra, do you think you should be having this conversation?" She gave me a withering look. "Yes, husband dearest. Considering that for the last year you HAVE been a dud in the sack, I think I should be having exactly this conversation. And maybe I'll do more than just talk."
I was speechless. As I looked around the room seeking some kind of help I saw the others all grinning at my predicament. The first interracial couple was openly fondling each other and Roy was standing behind Jennifer rubbing his crotch lewdly against her bottom. Everyone stared at me expectantly. When I didn't react beyond standing there with my lower lip trembling, Sandra went on. "Listen," she told me. "I'm not going to pass up a chance like this."
She brazenly moved her small white hand to Tony's crotch, which was suddenly bulging. "You have a choice to make. Either you go along with me getting some proper screwing or I'm dumping you. And frankly, once I spread the word about what a loser you are between the sheets, you won't be able to get near another female without being laughed at. Isn't that right?"
"I... I mean... If you said those things... " Tony announced, "He knows it's true. That boy's a lost cause." He stood abruptly and put himself toe-to-toe with me. "In fact, I think we can clear this all up real easy." He jabbed me with one thick finger. "Drop your pants, boy. If you've got anything to offer down there, I'll back off. You can go into the bedroom right now and give your lady a proper screwing. If you ain't got what it takes and everybody here sees that, then I'll step in and do it right."
I glanced sideways at Sandra. In a small voice I said, "Dear, I think we should leave." "Oh, shut it, you pathetic wimp. Show everybody your sorry excuse for a cock. Then maybe I'll get an eyeful of what Tony has for me." Tony said, "You'll get a something-full, but it won't be your eye. I'll fill up your mouth and then your pussy. That is, if your stud here can't produce."
Numbly I began to undo my belt. I dropped those unattractive trousers and felt them puddle around my ankles. Then I hooked my thumbs under the elastic waistband of my jockey shorts. Blushing furiously, I lowered them. Everyone howled with laughter. Tony shook his head in amusement. Jennifer made a loud remark about having always known I must be a failure at sex. And then my wife said that it didn't get much bigger when I was excited.
"In fact," she went on, "I'll show you." Sandra removed my tie, unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it down over my shoulders so that it trapped my arms. Already my undersized organ was stirring. She let her fingertips flutter over my nipples and told everyone that I responded to that 'just like a girl'. I stood there with my lower lip trembling as my penis rose.
The hurtful jibes kept coming as it attained its fullest dimensions. "Damn, girl. No wonder you aren't satisfied. That things just a little squib." "A what?" "A squib. That's like the tiniest kind of firecracker." "Well, he's certainly tiny, but he's no firecracker." "Yeah, but baby, when you light a squib it just fizzles out. Don't give you no bang." "That's him. That's perfect. From now on I'll always call it his little squib, in honor of you, Tony."
She rewarded the broad-shouldered black man with a passionate kiss. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and held her against him, pressing her breasts against his body. She ground her hips against his. He said, "Little lady, this is your lucky night. We're going into that bedroom right now and I'm going to screw you until you won't ever want that sorry squib again." "Yes, Tony. I want your monster cock up my cunt so far I'll choke on it. Stretch me so much that my husband won't even be able to pretend to fill me."
She laughed wickedly. Tony scooped her up in his brawny arms. He started toward the bedroom, paused, and scowled at me. "You come with us, boy. And don't raise those pants. Just shuffle along. After you see what I'm going to do to your wife you'll be too ashamed to even think about asking her for sex. You'll be to embarrassed to let her see you naked. And her, she'll be so disappointed with you that she just might NEVER let you put that weeny thing into her again. All you'll be allowed to do is use your tongue."
"But Tony," she said. "He doesn't do that for me now." "What? Then this wimp's gonna get some lessons in eating a woman, and I mean tonight." They vanished into the bedroom.
My cousin Jennifer gave me a smack on the ass and said she was glad she had been able to help me 'improve' my marriage. I shuffled despondently behind them. By the time I reached the bedroom they were already on top of the sheets, undressing each other.
To my shame I hadn't lost my erection. Tony gave her a vivid love bite on her neck and then moved to my wife's perfect breasts. He sucked her nipples and left several red marks around them. She responded by freeing his oversized cock and licking it hungrily, something she had never done for me. His dusky organ thickened and elongated to an awesome eleven inches. In comparison, I made a ridiculous sight. She took as much of it into her mouth as she could and lavished adoring attention on it.
Tony gently but firmly spread her legs. "Come here, boy," he ordered me. "Time for your first lesson in pussy licking. Your wife's not used to anything as huge as what I've got, so you're going to have to get her ready for it." "Tony," she cried happily. "It's gets me so hot hearing you treat him that way." "Hear that, sucker? Your wife likes me to push you around. I'm gonna have to do a LOT of that to keep her happy, aren't I?' "Y... yes," I answered fearfully. "Make that, yes SIR."
When I answered him as he demanded he clamped his viselike hand around the back of my neck and shoved my face into Sandra's already wet womanliness. I gagged but stuck my tongue out and began licking. She squealed and wriggled her hips. Both of them gave me instructions and I was kept at it for several minutes.
Tony told me not to forget anything I'd been told because I'd be using what I learned very soon... and very often. Then he tossed me backwards and mounted my wife. I knelt silently at the foot of the bed and watched his nearly foot-long shaft vanish into her. She hunched her hips against him and begged him to go faster, harder. He was happy to comply. They stayed locked together for over a quarter of an hour, fornicating wildly, shaking the bed. My wife swore and urged him to even greater efforts, until at last they climaxed together, long and loud.
I was certain everyone else could hear it. Tony withdrew slowly and laid alongside her. Sandra's face was flushed and ecstatic. I had never seen her like that, certainly not after my anemic lovemaking. I was utterly shamed. "Now, boy," Tony said in a no-nonsense way. "Clean her up with your mouth. Show us that you didn't forget what you learned."
Sick to my stomach at what I was being made to do, I nevertheless did not resist. My face went once more between Sandra's smooth thighs and I lapped out all of their mingled fluids and swallowed every drop without being told to. They had sex a second time, much more slowly, but the damage was already done. I cleaned her up after that bout as well and when I was sent to bring more drinks everyone smirked at my newly cuckolded state.
Since then, as Tony predicted, my wife has not wanted or allowed my penis inside her. She delights in telling me her every thought about Tony. It amuses her to tease me with her body. She uses my charge cards to buy revealing outfits and sexy lingerie, both to remind me of what I've lost and to reward Tony.
I'm constantly in need of relief but never able to gain it. Tony and Sandra frequently have unfettered sex in our marital bed. Sometimes she and my cousin Jennifer go on double dates with their black boyfriends. They come to our house together and I have to clean the ejaculate out of both of them. When I'm done they like to make me kneel with my mouth opened so they can compete spitting into it.
The two latest developments have been the most painful for me. First Jennifer took my wife to get a makeover. Sandra had her long hair cut short and dyed blonde because Tony wanted it that way. She acquired plenty of flashy cosmetics and a slutty wardrobe. She even got a tattoo below her navel that shows a male symbol with a thick arrow protruding from it penetrating a smaller female symbol. She says it represents Tony and herself and that it means I will NEVER have intercourse with her again.
The second development was to purchase -- with my card again -- a male chastity device for me. It is a short tube that encases most of my penis and is kept on me with a ring that locks around my scrotum. Sandra wears the key around her neck and says that if I'm not a 'perfect husband', she'll throw the key out. I had been thinking of masturbating while she was on dates with Tony, but now even that option has been denied me.
I feel completely emasculated. But because the chastity tube doesn't cover the head of my penis, my wife -- and Jennifer -- can tease me mercilessly, by touching me there and by fingering my oversensitive nipples. Jennifer is thoroughly pleased by how she has destroyed my marriage and left me absolutely miserable.
Can it get any worse? My wife and her cousin like to discuss new ideas in front of me. They're talking about making me use my mouth to clean up Tony and Roy. I hope they're not serious.
And they've been discussing sending me on a date with Roy's sister, Shawana, a girl with voluptuous curves. They know that I'm attracted to her shape but put off by her being black. It amuses them to think of me having to serve her and winding up even more frustrated than ever.
The two of them have been making me pamper their feet and I think I'm developing a fetish from that, which horrifies me. If I show the slightest reluctance to lick their soles and suck their toes, no matter how sweaty and soiled they are, I'm threatened with a few hard kicks to my testicles, something else I hope they're not serious about. So yes, I'm sure it will get worse.
Even now, as I finish this account that they have ordered, as I stand here naked, in only my chastity tube, forced to bend over to reach what used to be MY desk, I can't stop thinking about what is still to come.
THE END?
