MY WIFES YOUNG FRIEND

This is the first part in what i hope to be quite a long story. I hope like the begining part.

My wife`s fingers gentlly circled my throbbing cock. "Is that as big as it gets?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

I panted and moaned, "yes."

"Carls is much bigger, twice the size, when its not even hard," she told me, gently stroking my 4 inch cock.

"I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "You saw his cock?"

"Hmmmmm." she purred.

I turned to look at her pretty face, my own was flushed with excitment. I could not belive she had just told me she had seen Carl`s cock. This was a new and exciting step in my cuckold fantasies. However, this was real. My wife, Julie had seen another mans cock tonight, and was taking delight in telling me it was bigger than mine.

"How did you get to see his cock?" I whispered, my mind racing. I always
loved it when Julie went out with her girlfriends, always imagining her getting chatted up. She would come home and tell me all about the men who had been hovering around her and her friends. She would tease me, sometimes lowing her tight pussy onto my small cock, other times she would simply wank me, or even get me to wank myself as she played with my nipples. I don`t think she really understands my cravings for her to cuckold me, but she plays along with my fantasies regardless.

Tonight, however, i knew she was not making this up.

Sitting up in bed, resting on one elbow, her beautiful breasts swaying before my face, she tightened her fingers around my pulsating cock. "Well, all night Peter and Mandy have been telling me that I should shag Carl. I keep telling them that we are just friends, besides, he is only 20, and i am 36. But they kept telling me it would be OK, it would put a sparkle in my eye!"

My heart was beating against my chest, as i lifted my hips to push my cock further into her delicate hand. "They were encouraging you to fuck him?" I exclaimed.

My wife smiled down at me, and nodded. "They were being quite rude. Talking about my tits, saying how bigh and firm they looked under my top. How Carl would love to suck on them!"

My mind raced. Carl had commented on my wife`s tits before, in the store, right in front of me. He had even asked her what bra size she was. I had stood there, my face getting red, my cock hard. He didn`t seem bothered that he was talking to my sexy wife about her tits in front of me!

"Don`t worry, I kept telling them no, that we are just mates."

"Would you fuck him?" I asked, my cock begining to leak pre cum.

Julie nodded. "I could fuck him yes, he is quite nice." Her fingers began to circle the tip of my cock, rubbing in my pre cum. "You are excited aren`t you?" she smiled. "Carl says my body is lovely and firm
from going to the gym, he knows how to flatter a woman doesn`t he?"

I could only nod, i was on the edge of cumming.

"It was when we were leaving, in the car park that he flashed his cock, in front of Tammy and me. At first it was soft, but big. Then as Tammy and me got in the car, he flashed again, this time he was erect, and huge!" Julie sighed, her blue eyes shifting to my cock, which was completely hidden in her hand. "He is so much bigger," she sighed as she began to pump faster.

I grunted, bucking my hips. I looked at her tits swaying as her arm moved faster. Then I began to spurt all over my stomach and chest. She looked deep into my eyes as I came back down from my ecstasy.

"Pathetic," she breathed.

Things settle down for the next month, my wife not mentioning that night out again. I would often wank myself to relax thinking of Carl fucking Julie. I was more turned on by the thought of him fucking her, then i had anybody else.

I think it was due to his age, being so young, made it more humiliating for me.

We were in store doing our weekly shop when we bumped into Carl, who was working in the store that day. He came over and began to chat. Most of the conversation was directed to Julie, but that was normal I guess as they worked together and he knew her better than me.

"I`m having a birthday take, over the road next Saturday, Do you both want to come?" he asked.

I was about to say yes we would both be there, when Julie spoke up. "Mark`s working Saturday evening, but I can come." She looked up at me and winked.

My heart began to quicken. We both new I was not at work, but she wanted me to stay at home.

For the first time ever i began to feel she was taking advantage of my feelings about wanting her to flurt with other men.

As we said goodbye and walked off, she took my hand in hers. "You don`t mind staying at home whilst i go out for takes do you? After all, I want to dress sexy for Carl, it will be his 21st birthday. If you are there, he might not want to flirt with me."

"Yes, that`s fine," i gulped, my legs feeling suddenly weak.

Saturday night could not come fast enough!

Ummmm Sounds like the start of a very well written story. Can�t wait for the rest..

It was 7.30 Saturday night, and i was sitting down stairs flicking through the t.v. stations when i heard Julie come out of the bathroom.

"Have you found something for me to wear?" She called down.

I lept from my chair and sprinted up stairs, my tiny cock beginning to swell already in my trousers. She had joked with me during the day that if would be fun for me to select something nice for her to wear, i had often told her i would love to dress her for a lover during our fantasy discussions, and for the first time, i felt like the fantasies were becoming a reality. I think this was because she got on so well with Carl, and she has had no other real close male friends in the past.

Dressed in her long white dressing gown, her dark wet hair combed straight she looked at the white blouse, and fairly short black skirt i had laid out on the bed with disgust.

"Is that the best you could come up with?" she said surprised. "I thought this was a fantasy of yours, to see me go out dressed for sex!"

"It is," i told her. In truth, i thought she might think twice about wearing what i had put out in the first place with the skirt being so short. After all, she was only really going out for a take with her work mates to celebrate Carl`s 21st birthday.

"I guess i`ll have to sort out something myself," she exaggerated her displeasure. Opening her wardrobe door she began sorting through her clothes. "Ah," she said at last pulling out a dress.

My cock grew to full hardness when i saw what she had produced. It was a skimpy grey dress, low cut and very short, something she had not worn since she was in her twenties. I had often asked her to wear it for me when we had gone out in the past, but she had always said it was too revealing.

"Your going to wear that?" my voice tremred. I felt very excited, my cock throbbing in mt pants, but suddenly i felt another feeling. A feeling i had never felt before in a real situation. I felt jealous. What made this even stranger though was the fact that the jealousy made me even more horney.

"Hhmmmm," she purred, sliding the dressing gown from her slender shoulders. "Carl says my figure is perfect, for and older lady that is," she beamed me a wicked smile. "Do you agree?" She asked as i took in her nakedness.

Her breast were full and firm with little sag. Her stomach was flat and smooth, her waist narrow. She has trimmed her pussy hair so it was just a small triangle. Her legs looked smooth and well toned. I wanted to push her onto the bed and slide my little cock into that inviting pussy, but knew she would not let me after she had just had a bath.

"Can you remember what you always tell me when i am playing with your little cock when i have been out with the girls. That you wish you could be doing house work for me whilst i am out having fun? Well tonight, you will get your wish. I am going to write you a list of jobs to do, starting with you cleaning the bathroom after me."

My hand went down to my cock, rubbing it through my trousers.

Julie watched me and smilled. "That excites you does it?" she said, slipping into into the scant dress.

I nodded dumbly.

"You can lie on the bed and play with your little thing whilst I finish getting ready, but you don`t get to cum. Not until later, if then," she giggled.

"Are you really going to be bad tonight," I asked, tugging down my trousers, desperate to get hold of my aching cock.

My wife leaned forward, her breasts threatening to fall free of her low cut dress. Her eyes slid from mine to my cock, then back to my eyes. She just smiled.

Really well written and Hot! Thanks begging

This story has got me interested already, so I look forward to more instalments. I love the thought of young guys wanting older married women. My 35 year old wife worked in a shop and was chatted up by a lad of 23. With my knowledge and approval, she met up with him after work for a take and he wasted no tome in getting her back to his flat, where he fucked her 3 times.

The 12 year age gap was a great turn-on for both of us. It is very flattering when young guys go after older women. My wife enjoyed him complimenting her on her naked body and his ability to fuck her more than the once her 41 year old husband could manage.
Peter C

It was 10.30 that night and my cock was rock hard as i finished scrubbing the kitchen floor on my hands and knees. I had spent the evening doing jobs i hated and avoided under normal circumstances, but tonight i relished the excitment of doing them.

Here i was, dressed in boxer shorts and a t.shirt proudly crossing off completed jobs from the surprisingly long list Julie had left me before i had dropped her off a street away from the pub she was going to, and watched her shapley legs march her off to an evening of fun.

It felt so strange, these house hold job no longer seemed like chores, but like sexual foreplay. My wfe was out having fun, dressed so sexy and fuck able, flirting with a young lad, and here i was, busy working away under her instructions.

The kitchen floor was the last job on the list. Proudly i crossed it off. Now, i decided i could reward myself with a slow gentle wank. Not for too long though or i might cum i was so excited.

Even though i doubted Julie would be fucking Carl, just the thought of her flirting was a real turn on. This was probably as close as i was ever going to get to being a real cuckold.

Julie was playing on the situation, making it fun for me, acting out some of the fantasies i have shared with her over the years, but she would have her limits.

My mobile phone bleeped. i hurried over and checked the message, it was from Julie. It read, I HAVE JUST TAKEN OFF MY UNDERWEAR!

My cock leaked some pre cum as i rememberd the tiny black G.string she had asked me to pass her from her draw.

I wanted to carry on wanking, but knew i would shoot my load if i did, and i was under strick instruction not to cum. All that kept going through my mind was, is the text message for real....

Thank you for all your kind comments. I am glad my story is being enjoyed. I do have a question though, at the moment I am writing the story straight onto the message box, is there a way i can write some of the story out, and then post it onto the box? Do i need to write it in a special format? or is the way i am working now the only way to go.

Thanks again for your support.

I hope you will continue - your writing is excellent and you are building the story very well. delightful.

Great little story, begging. You will probably find it easier to use Word or even Notepad if you haven't got Word, then cut and paste as Maid says above. Word also has spell check etc.. Either will make it easier to review and edit off line. Good luck.

Great story- ncan't wait to hear what happens next!

Thanks for advice. Let the work go on....

Loving it so far. Please keep it up.

Great work, begging!
I can't wait for your next presentation!

Great story so far. It really captures the excitement and angst of this lifestyle.

Thanks everyone. Glad you like my story. Next part is in the editing stage, and i should be posting it maybe Friday or Saturday. I can tell you this much, Julie has been a bad girl......

With all my jobs done, all I could think about was what Julie might be up to. I sat in my arm chair, the TV flickering unnoticed in the background. I kept reading the text message over and over again.

She certainly knew how to push my buttons these days. I pondered on the fact the text was a lie, that she was trying to play my game, to work me up to a frenzy. What if it was not a lie though? This thought caused me to shudder and grab my aching cock every time.

The clock now read 11.50. With still no sign of her coming home, I decided she must have gone to a night club. If she had, I would be waiting for a long time for her to get home. Had she gone with just Carl, or with the rest of the group? Deep down I hoped that it was just her and Carl. This thought sent pangs of jealousy through me, which in turn made my cock leak.

By the time the next text message arrived, at 1.30, I was almost going insane wondering what she was up to. I had sent her two text messages, but had no response. I snatched up my phone and read the text. PICK ME UP FROM PETER AND MANDY`S.

Tugging up my jeans, I wondered what she was doing there. Must have all gone back to their house for more takes, I reamistered.

10 minutes later I pulled up on their front. As soon as I stepped out of the car I could hear music blasting from the house. I felt incredibly excited, picking my wife up from a party to which I had purposely not been invited.

I knocked on the door and waited. No one came, so I knocked on the window the music was coming from and waited some more, all this was adding to my excitement. On my third attempt the front door opened and Julie greeted me, glass of wine in hand. She looked even more stunning than what I could remember in her skimpy dress. My eyes fell to her breasts, which appeared desperate to pop out of her top.

�Go wait in the car, I`ll be there soon,� she told me, swaying takesenly in the doorway.

My throat was to dry to answer. I turned on my heel and hurried to the car, afraid someone would see my hard on sticking out of my trousers. Fuck, I thought, this is the best turn on she had ever given me.

I waited patiently for 5 minutes, desperate to know what her friends were thinking about me waiting outside for her. Finally the door opened once more and she walked down the drive towards me, Mandy shouted good bye to her and waived to me. Her smile seemed strange, almost mocking, or was it just my imagination running wild in my erotic state.

Julie slid into the passenger seat, I stole a quick glance at her smooth thighs before pulling off.

�Have you had a good time?� I asked, trying to sound normal, and hide my excitement.

She looked at me and smiled, her teeth shining white in the darkness. �Have you?�

�Yes.�

Her smile broadened. �Well I`ll tell you all about my evening when we get in,� she purred.

*****

�Strip and lie on our bed,� she instructed when we got home.

I hurried upstairs and did as I was told. Lieing down, I studded my cock as it twitched in excitement, its head purple and angry looking. I wondered what my cock would look like next to Carl`s. If his cock really was twice as big as mine, my mouth watered at the humiliating thought, mine would be like a small young's to Julie!

At last she stepped into the room, she had put on her pink nightie, short, low cut, a little bit like the dress she had been wearing. She dropped her hand bag to the floor and slid onto the bed next to me.

�Be careful when you touch my cock,� I croaked. �I am so close to coming.�

Sitting up in bed, looking down at me, she smiled. �I'm not wasting my time touching that little thing, not after tonight.�

I moaned, another drop of pre cum leaked down the throbbing shaft of my cock. Bloody Hell, I felt faint with lust.

�I`ll tell you now, I've been a naughty girl tonight. I hope you are not going to be cross with me.�

Looking her straight in the eye, I shook my head. Whatever she might have done would be fine by me.

Her hand rested on my chest, her index finger lightly stroked my nipple, only for a few seconds. I shuddered, my hand reaching for my cock.

�No you don't,� she said, smacking my hand away. �You don't do a think until I tell you you can.� She lightly stroked my nipple again, and then moved her hand away, a smile of satisfaction sweeping across her pretty face as she watched my hips rise from the bed, my cock trying to shag thin air.

�Tell me what you've been up to,� I pleaded.

�OK, calm down,� she mocked. �Things started off quite normal, then Carl bought me a few cocktails. I don't know what was in them, but they went straight to my head. That's when he started commenting on my dress, telling me how stunning I looked. Peter and Mandy agreed, and said that you must be very brave letting me come out dressed so sexy.�

I moaned again, my hips bucking once more.

�Carl said my legs looked so toned, so smooth, he wished they were wrapped around him. I thanked him for being so kind, and as he was sitting down, straddled him on the pub chair, my tits resting just under his chin. I asked him if they were wrapped around him ok. Mandy leaned forward and whispered in my ear that I was a fucking prick tease. I ground my hips against him a couple of times, then got off. I felt proud when I noticed his huge young cock trying to poke through his trousers, that I could do that to a young lad.�

�Bloody Hell,� I breathed, my hand itching to grasp my pulsating member.

�He asked me if I was excited, I told him I was. He asked me if I was wet. I said yes. Prove it, he said, take off your knickers, so I did, I slid them down my thighs and slipped them into my bag.�

I closed my eyes, picturing the scene in my head.

Julie stroked my nipple again, her finger so soft. �He asked me what you would think if you knew I had just taken off my G-string. I told him you would be excited. He looked puzzled but didn't push the matter, but he did dare me to text you what I had just done. So I did. Did you get the message honey?� She asked, flicking my nipple.

�Yes I did,� I relied, my eyes fixing on her tits spilling out of her nighty.

�Did it excite you?�

I grunted yes.

�He told me then that he wanted to feel how excited I was. I agreed he could so we moved to the corner of the pub, sitting at a table out of the way from everyone else. I felt his hand on my thigh, slowly working its way up towards my wet tight pussy. Another mans fingers were about to enter me. I felt so naughty. So horny.�

I looked into her eyes, she was looking straight ahead, her eyes glazed as she relived the experience.

�His finger gently pushed against my pussy, then it was inside me, I bit my lip and made a small gasp as his thumb circled my clit. I opened my thighs to allow him better access. It was then that Maureen, you know, the old woman from the clothing department came over and asked if we were OK sitting on our own. I expected Carl to remove his hand, but he never. Maureen commented on how flushed I looked and if I felt ill. Carl told her I did feel a bit bad, obviously realising I was to far gone to string a sentence together. He pushed his finger further inside me and I moaned. Maureen looked at me concerned, and said I looked faint, and was doing the right thing sitting down to rest. When she excused herself and left, Carl began to finger me in earnest. God his finger felt better then your cock any day. I gripped the edge of the table as a massive orgasm swept over me. I closed my eyes and ground my pussy against his hand. I didn't care who could see anymore. I dont think I have ever cum so hard.�

I bucked my hips aimlessly as Julie described Carl finger fucking her. My hand was desperate to grip my cock. I wanted to cum so bad. Was she telling me the truth? I didn't care, I decided I just wanted it to be the truth!

She saw my hand move slightly towards my throbbing member. �No, you don't touch your little thing yet,� she said. �I have more to tell you. Do you want to hear the rest?�

I nodded.

�Then tell me.� She said coolly.

�Tell me what else happened.

Julie pulled a face and shook her head in disappointment. �No, no no,� she complained. �Don't ask me like that, beg me! Beg me to find out had else happened.�

My heart was pounding against my chest. I was so excited it might just stop at any moment. This was the wife I had always fantasised about. �Please Julie, please will you tell me what else happened tonight?� I begged.

She pulled a thoughtful face, her hand tracing down my stomach, stopping just sort of my pulsating cock, then withdrew it once more. �All right, considering you asked me so nicely,� she smiled. �After I got my breath back, we rejoined the group. Peter and Mandy asked us both back to their house for a late take. We obviously said yes. Back at their house we began takeing some wine, lots of wine, and Carl began to comment on my tits again. As he was getting more takes, he was growing more horny."

Julie pulled her nightly forward so I could see her full breasts, her nipples hard. �They are nice tits aren't they honey?� She stated.

�Yes, there beautiful!� I breathed.

�Mandy came over to me and whispered in my ear that I should stop being a prick tease, and take Carl into the spare room. She told me not to worry, you would never find out. It would be out little secret.�

Julie covered her tits again, looking at my cock with a disappointing gaze. �I took him into the spare room and told him I would wank him off. He dropped his trousers and sat down beside me. His cock was so big, so fat, I almost felt scarred of it. He asked me what the matter was so I told him, he said that his cock was just above average at 8 inches, he then asked what size you are. I told him 4 inches and he burst out laughing, I think he thought I was joking at first, but when he realised I was serious, I think he felt sorry for me getting fucked bu such a small thing.�

�Oh God, please, Julie, please let me wank my cock,� I blubbered,

She pouted her lips, studying my face. �I never knew you were below average honey. All these years of being fucked by a tiny little Dick. Its it really worth taking the time to make it cum?�

�Yes!� I almost screamed at her.

�OK,� her mouth curved into a mocking smile. �You may make it cum, but you can only use your index finger, OK?�

I nodded enthusiastically. Any contact was better then none. I began to grunt as I frantically rubbed my finger up and down my shaft, trying to give my cock the friction to make it shoot its load.

�You really look pathetic,� she informed me as her mocking smile grew wider. �I took hold of Carl's cock, my fingers did not meet, he felt so big, so hard,� she whispered.

I ground my teeth as I began to feel a orgasm build in my loins.

�He may be young, but he has a mans cock, and it felt so powerful as I wanked it. He put his arm around me and cupped my breast, pinching my nipple through the tiny dress I wore. I quickened my pace, I could feel him cum shooting up his cock, and then it came splashing out, so much young cum going all over stomach and chest. It seemed such a waist I thought, when it could have been going in my pussy...�

I moaned, and bucked as I felt my orgasm spread over me like a forest fire in the summer heat.

Julie reached into her bag and pulled out her black G.strink and dropped it onto my chest. �I used these to wipe my hand of Carl's cum,� she told me in a wicked voice. �You can use them to wipe your finger too.�

I stared at the G-string on my chest and saw it was stained with cum. That was all it took to send me over the edge. My finger bought me to a shuddering orgasm, my cum spitting in the air like fire works. The proof that all my wife had told me was true rested on my chest in the form of a tiny black G-string.

One thing I new for sure, things were never going to be the same again......

fantastic.............and then?

Maybe it will be locked up, maid chastity, after all it is too small for Julie now, perhaps, lets wait and see....

The next morning I sat at the breakfast table, my eyes fixed on Julie as she poured out two cups of coffee. Dressed in a short summer skirt and tight white T-shirt, she looked beautifully sexy. Today, however, she was more sexy to me then ever. Today I realised just what a gorgeous wife I had, and how other men wanted her. I felt excited. I liked the idea of other men lusting after her. I liked the idea of Carl lusting after her!

Julie sat down opposite me had passed me my take. We had not yet talked about last night.

"We need to pick up some bits from the store," she said, her eyes locked on mine, looking for my reaction.

"Will Carl be there?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, and Peter and Mandy."

I felt my cock stir, thinking about the offense of seeing Carl, knowing what he and my wife had done the night before. That Peter and Mandy knew what they had done.

Julie took hold of my hand. "What do you think about speaking to the permister who bought me to such a wonderful orgasm, just with his finger?" She teased. "Imagine what his cock would do to me..." She let her sentence trail off.

"I think it will be humiliating," I said.

"At least they don't know you know what happened. They don't know you get off on it. Yet." She grinned and winked as she put down her take. Reaching under short skirt she pulled down her red knickers. "I think Carl likes me better without knickers on," she declared.

******

We drove to the store, parked up and walked inside. At once I caught sight of Carl working down the first isle and my cock began to swell, I hoped my long T-shirt would cover my growing erection....

Carl looked up as we walked over, his eyes running up and down Julie's body, he didn't try to hide the fact he was eyeing her up.

"Hi Carl," Julie grinned. "Are you sober from last night?"

"Sure, just about," his eyes finally fixed on her tits, pushing out against her T-shirt.

"I had such a great time, can't wait until Saturday."

My heat missed a beat. Saturday? What was all this about? Julie hadn't mentioned going out again. I felt Carl looking at me and I looked across at his smug face. "You don't mind your wife coming out again do you? She sad you would be at work again."
"No, that's fine," I powerd a smile. What was going on here? What plans had been made without my knowledge. I found it all straggly exciting. I was no longer in control.

"I've told Carl that because he lives with his Gran, and we might all be out clubbing late that he can stop the night at our house, that's OK isn't it honey?"

I felt her hand slip into mine and give it a squeeze. "That sounds like a good idea." I hoped my T-shirt was hiding my hard on.

"OK, see you at work in the morning," Julie beamed, tugging me away.

"By the way, Julie," Carl called after us. "You look hot in that skirt!"

"Thanks," she replied glancing back over her shoulder.

My stomach turned and my cock ached at his comment.

We picked up out bits of shopping and paid. As we were leaving the store Mandy called over to us. "Have you recovered from all the excitement last night."

We both looked over. Mandy stood putting out magazines. I couldn't help noticing that mocking look on her face again when she looked at me.

"Just," Julie said.

Looking at me, Mandy said. "You missed a big night, Mark." I Didn't miss the way she expressed the word big. I almost shuddered. Now I was really feeling humiliated.

As we walked to the car I asked Julie if she had told Mandy about the size of Carl's cock. Her blues eyes sparkled in the sun as she looked up at me. "Oh course," she said. "And she knows how small you are in comparimister."

I wanted to cum on the spot. She must have seen my expression. "Does that excite you?" She whispered

"Yes."

"Are you excited that I will be seeing Carl again on Saturday night?"

"Yes," I replied as we climbed into the car.

Her hand reached down and grabbed hold of my cock. "Are you excited that Carl will be stopping the night?"

"Yes," I moaned.

She slowly began to wank me through my trousers. "I want us to go shopping for some clothes now, something nice and sexy. Something Carl will find sexy."

I grunted, looking down at her thighs.

Her fingers tightened there grip. "Do you want to cum, honey?" She teased.

"Yes," I gasped.

"So much smaller that Carl's, it's hard believe," she stated.

I came in my trousers at her words.

Great story! I am looking forward to the next part!!!

just read your story, begging, and it is awsome! my little guy was stiff almost from the first sentence. looking forward to more...please!

Julie sat in the spare bedroom in black bra and G-string, carefully applying her make up. I knelt naked at her feet, slowly rubbing cream into her smooth legs.

"I want you in bed by midnight," she instructed, applying her eye shadow. "If you are awake, which I think you might be," she looked down at my hard on. "I want it to look like you are in bed arelax. If things go welll tonight, I might fuck Carl downstairs. Would you like that, baby?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?" My wife teased.

"Yes I would like you to fuck Carl tonight." I began to wank.

"Stop that!" Julie shouted at me. "I am sick of you playing with that thing all the time. You are putting cream on my legs! Attending to my needs not your own!"

I was startled by her sudden outburst. I looked up at her face and was shocked to see it tight with anger. "Sorry," I stammered.

Looking down at me her face had softened, her hand cupped me under the chin, lifting my head. "This is all you fantasy, honey. This is what you have wanted for years. I have had to wank you off to your thoughts of me getting shagged by someone else. Well, now all your dreams might come true. This is for you. But you must make it nice for me, tend to me, make me feel good, after all its me who will be doing all the work, so to speak."

I looked down at her soft thighs, shinny from the cream I had rubbed in. This was all my fantasy, but all of the sudden I realised I was loosing control of it.

"I don't want you wasting the night wanking, so I have brought some writing paper for you to write some lines on whilst I am out. MY WIFE DESERVES A BIGGER COCK one thousand times, OK?"

Shit, that seemed like hard work, so why did it excite me? "Yes," I said.

"Now I must hurry, Carl will be picking me up in the taxi soon."

After applying her make up she slipped into the new dress I had brought her. It was black, slightly longer than the one she had worn the previous week, but this one had a slit down the right hand side right to the waist. The top was lower, and every step she took made her tits look like they were in danger of falling out.

"Are you ready to become a real cuckold?" She asked as we sat down stairs waiting for the taxi and Carl to arrive.

I looked at her sexy figure, contemplating how I could be considering letting another man, no boy, take her as his own. Once she has had his cock would she ever want to go back to mine? These thoughts added to my excitement. "Yes I am..."

The taxi pulled up outside our house and I leapt out of my chair.

Julie frowned at me. "Keep out of sight, you're surposed to be at work. Don't forget, I want you in bed by midnight." She picked up the pack of condoms she had asked me to buy during the week. Looking at the packet thoughtfully she commented. "I hope three condoms will be enough," before slipping them into her hand bag.

As she left the room, leaving me with the fading smell of her perfume, part of me wanted to fall to her feet, beg her not to go, that I had changed my mind. The other part of me however, the more dominant part wanted to egg her on.

I peeped out of the corner of the window and watched her climb into the back of the taxi next to Carl. They were both laughing. The taxi pulled away and I was left alone, my cock hard and begging to be touched, but I knew I had to get on with my lines first.

I sat at the table and began to write. With each sentence I realised that what I was writing was true, why should Julie put up wit my tiny cock, its not her fault I am so small....

I lay in darkness until the green light of the bedside alarm clock read 3.10. I heard a car pull up on the front, followed by footsteps and female giggling. My stomach turned. They were home!

I heard the front door open, and hushed chatter from the bottom of the stairs.

"Shush, or you'll wake him up," Julie murmured.

The lounge door opened and closed, followed by more giggling from Julie.

This was it. It was going to happen now. My wife was going to fuck somebody else.

I eased myself out of bed, tentatively crossing the bedroom trying to avoid the creaking floor boards. Stepping out onto the landing I strained my ears and listened. I could make out mumred chatter. I waited at the top of the stairs for five minutes, trying to work out what was being said. Then there was hushed silence. I stood and waited, my heart pounding against my chest.

Julie began to moan. The moaning was rhythmic, to the beat of being fucked. Then I heard a grunt from Carl. My cock began to leak pre cum.

The rhythm of her moans were becoming quicker as he built up his pace. Then I could hear the unmistakable sound of the black leather settee knocking into the wall.

How were they fucking, my mind wondered. Was she straddling him, her tits in his face? Was he fucking her doggy style her hands clutching the settee pushing it forward.

I griped my cock, I wanted to cum on the carpet, but then decided it would be much better getting a hand job from Julie, as she told me all the details.

The pace quickened even more, the settee causing quite a noise in the quietness of the night. If I had been a relax, surly this would have woken me up.

Julie's moans became long load whimpers, and then there was silence. They must have both reached their superb orgasms. After a few moments I could hear chatter again. I quickly retreated to the bedroom realising that they could be coming up stairs at any moment.

I lay on the bed in darkness, listening. I found that I could hear more clearly sounds coming through the floor boards then I could on the landing. They were still talking. Ten minutes passed on the clock, and then I heard Julie beginning to moan again. He was fucking her again after only a short pause. My God, she had not been joking when she had questioned if three condoms would be enough!

This time her moaning was at a more steady pace, they were taking their time. This young lad was enjoying fucking my wife.

He was fucking her deeper then I ever could, in my own home. I shuddered with the exciting offense of it all. Closing my eyes I wondered what position they were in now.
Julie began to whimper again as her orgasm closed in, then she said the world I had longed to hear �Oh, I'm coming again....�

How I longed to be in the living room with them, watching the look on her face as she came on someone else's cock.....

Excellent story thanks for sharing it with us all. The only trouble is its giving my wife some new ideas too!

wow what a hot story

It was forty minutes later when I finally heard the lounge door open and more hushed voices as they came up stairs.

"Good night," I heard Julie whisper to Carl, there was a moments pause before she crept into our bedroom. I realised that the pause had been while she had kissed him goodnight.

As she slipped into our bed, and I heard Carl shut the spare bedroom door, I flicked on my side light, the covers were pulled back, and I was exposing my rigged four inch cock.

Julie let out an exaggerated sigh. "You still awake?" She complained.

I wasn't sure if she was being serious or not, but the look on her face was certainly not a happy one!
She was sitting up in bed and I saw she was still naked from her sex session. Her tits looked red from being man handled.

"What the fuck is that?" She hissed, flicking my cock with her finger. "I've just had the best fuck, with a cock twice as big as yours, by someone nearly half your age, and you have the nerve to expose you little maggot to me?"

All her cruel words did were excite me more. "Please, Julie, wank me off as she tell me how he just fucked you!" I begged, trying to keep my voice low.

Julie's jaw tightened. "You think I going to tell you how wonderfully Carl fucked me, when he is in the other room? I'm not going to disrespect him like that. You can quietly wank yourself."

I felt my face flush with excitement. I was loving the way she was becoming this new bitch wife, one I had always dreamed of. "Please, Julie, just wank me then..." I sounded pathetic.

"Oh, for Gods sake," she winged, grabbing my cock and wanking it, her eyes looking straight ahead, away from me.

I began to buck, low gasps escaping my lips.

"Stop making those stupid noses, or Carl will hear you," she said. She then cupped her free hand over my mouth to gag, picking up her pace with my wanking.

This was too much, I felt so humiliated that I started spurting my cum all over her hand. When I finally finished she looked down at my shrinking cock with contempt, wiping her hand on my stomach. She then lay down, turned over and simply went to relax.

I wiped my stomach with tissue from my bedside draw and turned off the night light.

As I lay in the darkness, the demons swept into my mind.

Once again thank you all very much for your comments, they make my writing worth while. I am glad you are enjoying the story so far.

The life of a Cuckold, or even the thought of being a Cuckold is like a roller coaster ride. It has its ups and downs. When you are up, anything about your wife being fucked, or you being humiliated excites you beyond belief. Once you have had your orgasm however, you race down to the bottom of the coaster. That's when you question what you have just allowed to happen.

As I lay in bed I listened to Julie's breathing as she fell deeper into dream. How could I have allowed her to just get fucked? How could she have done that to me? My God, did I really want this? I thought of Carl relaxing in the next room. Young, horny, arrogant, with a bigger cock than mine. I should go in there and throw him out of my house!

Despite my anger and frustration at loosing control of my wife, and my life, I felt those familiar feeling rise in my loins once more, and my cock began to grow. As my cock grew, I began to find the whole situation incredibly exciting again. I was now as hard as I got once again and began to wank, slow and steady.

I knew these were the common feelings of a Cuckold, and now I was experiencing them for real, and I was just going to have to get used to the ups and downs. After all, I realised as I shot my load once again, I had little choice anymore. Julie was beginning to see the benefits of Cuckolding me now for herself.

I really was not the man of her life anymore......