Smaller and Smaller
By degrbi
Chapter One
Theresa was one of the loveliest women I had ever met, and I was overjoyed when she agreed to be my wife. We’d been dating for over a year. Between her slender physique, her beautiful face framed delicately by long red hair, and her perfect skin, she was my absolute dream.
So, I was shocked when my wife told me she was no longer going to have sex with me. Having only been married for a year, I expected the honeymoon to last a little longer than that.
I was even more shocked when she told me that she was planning on having our first child by a different father. The thought of her being made pregnant by a stranger’s sperm was infuriating.
The thing was, I loved her, and as far as I knew, she still loved me, just not in that way. I was never all that well-endowed and I am pretty sure this had more to do with her decision to cut me off than anything else. Our wedding night had been a bust, and the only way she could ever get off was by my going down on her.
I was pleased to learn that this activity at least, was not going to be taken away from me. I asked when she planned on being inseminated, to which she laughed.
“I’m not being inseminated, you fool, I’m being fucked, hard and deep. I suppose I will get pregnant as we never use protection, but that will be incidental to the act.” She explained.
I’d imagined her going to some infertility clinic or something, but the picture in my mind of her perfect pink pussy being invaded by some random guy was just too much. “Theresa, what are you thinking? What about our marriage?”
“What about it?” She asked, flippantly. “I don’t have a problem with being married, as long as you don’t. In fact, the guy I’m seeing has no interest at all in interfering with us, as long as I stop having sex with you.”
“So, it was his idea?” I asked.
“Yes. I didn’t even need to think about it. Wait until you see how big his cock is.” She said, excitedly.
“And how is that going to happen? You don’t think I’m coming along on one of your rendezvous with this guy, do you?”
“No. That’s why he will be coming over here for sex.” My lovely young wife insisted.
“And I suppose you’ll be doing that in our bed?” I asked, furiously.
“Well, I can’t very well entertain him in the guest room, now, can I? Speaking of that, I’ve taken the liberty of moving all your things in there. That’s where you’ll be sleeping from now on.”
“Theresa?” I was beside myself with rage over this whole thing. I’d gone from a happily married man to an accessory to her affair with… “What is this guy’s name?”
“Jamal.” She said, excitedly.
“Jamal? He’s black?” I seethed.
“Why does everyone assume a person’s skin color by their name, but yes, he’s black. Black and absolutely beautiful.”
I suddenly had images of this well-endowed black man taking liberties with my wife that had been, until then, reserved for me. “How long have you been seeing him?” I asked.
“I hate to tell you, my darling husband, but I’ve fucking him since before we were married.” She admitted, coldly.
“So, all this time…”
“I’ve known Jamal for longer than I’ve known you, Robert.” Theresa giggled. “In fact, you really didn’t think that you were my first, did you?”
All this time I had been under the impression that I had taken Theresa’s virginity and chalked up the easy access as due to my four-inch penis. The doorbell rang, and I was taken aback when Theresa smiled.
“That’ll be him.” She snickered. “Well, don’t just stand there, open the door.” She scolded.
Begrudgingly, I walked to the door, opening it to a tall and remarkably handsome man of color. He must have been six foot six, and very muscular. I could tell he was ready for my darling wife, as a large bulge extended down his pant leg.
“Excuse me, Robert. I’m here for Terry.” He pushed me aside without so much as a second glance and approached her as she opened her arms.
“Jamal, darling.” Their lips locked together in a passionate kiss as I closed the door and stood in the foyer. His hand wasted no time sliding inside the waistband of her trainers and right to her sex. She thrust her hips forward to meet his fingers.
By the time I realized what was happening, she was half naked and spread open, as she opened his trousers to let the object of her desires escape. The thing was enormous, as thick as my wrist and almost as long as my forearm. The jet-black cock didn’t even look hard yet and she knelt and took it past her lips, sucking nearly half of it down her throat without so much as a gag.
I cleared my throat, thinking they may have forgotten I was even in the room. I got their attention, but not the result I was seeking.
“Robert.” Jamal snapped, tossing me a set of car keys. “Be a good boy and grab the bags from my car, would you?” He returned to my wife, feeding her his massive cock even deeper as she finally began to struggle for breath. “She’s so good at this. You should see her at a party.”
Completely dejected, I turned and shot out the front door, if only to remove myself from the spectacle in my living room. There, parked behind my Toyota was his car, a Ferrari by the emblem on the hood. The FOB had a trunk release.
His overnight bags were heavy, and I wondered what on earth might be in them. I closed the trunk of the impressive supercar and dutifully carried the bags inside. Without being asked, I carried them past the now naked lovers to what had been our bedroom, only now it was theirs.
After leaving the bags on the floor next to the bed, I made my way to the guest room, closing the door behind me as I settled in for what would be a very long night. A short while later, I was treated to them moving their escapades to the master bedroom, where I swore I heard the unmistakable sound of a whip.
Theresa’s sharp gasps only confirmed what I thought I was hearing. This man, this enormous black man, was whipping my wife. Was this some act of reparations or something? The whipping went on for quite a long time, and I pictured my lovely wife with red welts rising mercilessly on her naked body.
As hard as I fought the urge, my penis got stiff. I slipped off my work slacks and underwear, stroking my little four-incher for everything it was worth, while I listened to this man torture my wife. Each time I heard her yelp, my little boy twitched, until I finally spurted my load on the carpet.
Jamal would be planting his seed in far more fertile pastures, namely my wife’s pussy. Once the whipping was over, it was obvious what was happening. Her screams of pleasure were loud and unrestrained, and I imagined the neighbors would be apprised of the goings on. They would see the red Ferrari and know that it wasn’t me fucking her.
I masturbated four more times that night as I slept alone in the guest bedroom. Only a few feet away, Jamal and my lovely Theresa were surely wrapped around one another as they slumbered. I struggled with the idea of being so turned on by my own utter humiliation. I would have to come to terms with it, because this was only the beginning.
By degrbi
Chapter One
Theresa was one of the loveliest women I had ever met, and I was overjoyed when she agreed to be my wife. We’d been dating for over a year. Between her slender physique, her beautiful face framed delicately by long red hair, and her perfect skin, she was my absolute dream.
So, I was shocked when my wife told me she was no longer going to have sex with me. Having only been married for a year, I expected the honeymoon to last a little longer than that.
I was even more shocked when she told me that she was planning on having our first child by a different father. The thought of her being made pregnant by a stranger’s sperm was infuriating.
The thing was, I loved her, and as far as I knew, she still loved me, just not in that way. I was never all that well-endowed and I am pretty sure this had more to do with her decision to cut me off than anything else. Our wedding night had been a bust, and the only way she could ever get off was by my going down on her.
I was pleased to learn that this activity at least, was not going to be taken away from me. I asked when she planned on being inseminated, to which she laughed.
“I’m not being inseminated, you fool, I’m being fucked, hard and deep. I suppose I will get pregnant as we never use protection, but that will be incidental to the act.” She explained.
I’d imagined her going to some infertility clinic or something, but the picture in my mind of her perfect pink pussy being invaded by some random guy was just too much. “Theresa, what are you thinking? What about our marriage?”
“What about it?” She asked, flippantly. “I don’t have a problem with being married, as long as you don’t. In fact, the guy I’m seeing has no interest at all in interfering with us, as long as I stop having sex with you.”
“So, it was his idea?” I asked.
“Yes. I didn’t even need to think about it. Wait until you see how big his cock is.” She said, excitedly.
“And how is that going to happen? You don’t think I’m coming along on one of your rendezvous with this guy, do you?”
“No. That’s why he will be coming over here for sex.” My lovely young wife insisted.
“And I suppose you’ll be doing that in our bed?” I asked, furiously.
“Well, I can’t very well entertain him in the guest room, now, can I? Speaking of that, I’ve taken the liberty of moving all your things in there. That’s where you’ll be sleeping from now on.”
“Theresa?” I was beside myself with rage over this whole thing. I’d gone from a happily married man to an accessory to her affair with… “What is this guy’s name?”
“Jamal.” She said, excitedly.
“Jamal? He’s black?” I seethed.
“Why does everyone assume a person’s skin color by their name, but yes, he’s black. Black and absolutely beautiful.”
I suddenly had images of this well-endowed black man taking liberties with my wife that had been, until then, reserved for me. “How long have you been seeing him?” I asked.
“I hate to tell you, my darling husband, but I’ve fucking him since before we were married.” She admitted, coldly.
“So, all this time…”
“I’ve known Jamal for longer than I’ve known you, Robert.” Theresa giggled. “In fact, you really didn’t think that you were my first, did you?”
All this time I had been under the impression that I had taken Theresa’s virginity and chalked up the easy access as due to my four-inch penis. The doorbell rang, and I was taken aback when Theresa smiled.
“That’ll be him.” She snickered. “Well, don’t just stand there, open the door.” She scolded.
Begrudgingly, I walked to the door, opening it to a tall and remarkably handsome man of color. He must have been six foot six, and very muscular. I could tell he was ready for my darling wife, as a large bulge extended down his pant leg.
“Excuse me, Robert. I’m here for Terry.” He pushed me aside without so much as a second glance and approached her as she opened her arms.
“Jamal, darling.” Their lips locked together in a passionate kiss as I closed the door and stood in the foyer. His hand wasted no time sliding inside the waistband of her trainers and right to her sex. She thrust her hips forward to meet his fingers.
By the time I realized what was happening, she was half naked and spread open, as she opened his trousers to let the object of her desires escape. The thing was enormous, as thick as my wrist and almost as long as my forearm. The jet-black cock didn’t even look hard yet and she knelt and took it past her lips, sucking nearly half of it down her throat without so much as a gag.
I cleared my throat, thinking they may have forgotten I was even in the room. I got their attention, but not the result I was seeking.
“Robert.” Jamal snapped, tossing me a set of car keys. “Be a good boy and grab the bags from my car, would you?” He returned to my wife, feeding her his massive cock even deeper as she finally began to struggle for breath. “She’s so good at this. You should see her at a party.”
Completely dejected, I turned and shot out the front door, if only to remove myself from the spectacle in my living room. There, parked behind my Toyota was his car, a Ferrari by the emblem on the hood. The FOB had a trunk release.
His overnight bags were heavy, and I wondered what on earth might be in them. I closed the trunk of the impressive supercar and dutifully carried the bags inside. Without being asked, I carried them past the now naked lovers to what had been our bedroom, only now it was theirs.
After leaving the bags on the floor next to the bed, I made my way to the guest room, closing the door behind me as I settled in for what would be a very long night. A short while later, I was treated to them moving their escapades to the master bedroom, where I swore I heard the unmistakable sound of a whip.
Theresa’s sharp gasps only confirmed what I thought I was hearing. This man, this enormous black man, was whipping my wife. Was this some act of reparations or something? The whipping went on for quite a long time, and I pictured my lovely wife with red welts rising mercilessly on her naked body.
As hard as I fought the urge, my penis got stiff. I slipped off my work slacks and underwear, stroking my little four-incher for everything it was worth, while I listened to this man torture my wife. Each time I heard her yelp, my little boy twitched, until I finally spurted my load on the carpet.
Jamal would be planting his seed in far more fertile pastures, namely my wife’s pussy. Once the whipping was over, it was obvious what was happening. Her screams of pleasure were loud and unrestrained, and I imagined the neighbors would be apprised of the goings on. They would see the red Ferrari and know that it wasn’t me fucking her.
I masturbated four more times that night as I slept alone in the guest bedroom. Only a few feet away, Jamal and my lovely Theresa were surely wrapped around one another as they slumbered. I struggled with the idea of being so turned on by my own utter humiliation. I would have to come to terms with it, because this was only the beginning.
