losing my wife

I'm enjoying your story. Thanks for sharing. I'm looking forward to more. Maybe when the sister-in-law finds out, she will babysit him during his wife's dates...

Begging, this is really great stuff; thank you!

colleenslittletoy, I really liked your story too. Thanks for sharing.
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Begging ...i am a follower of your great work ;o) keep it up

Any updates? This is a great story

I put pen to paper later that morning hand began drafting a letter to Chris. My cock was so hard it thought it was going to explode. This was probably how hard his cock gets before he fucks my wife. It only gets this hard for me at the thought of him fucking my wife. The thought of my own pathetic nature made it twitch even more. The harder it got, the more I wanted to humiliate myself to Chris.
It was early afternoon when Julie got home. She had been to see her sister, Amy. She put down some shopping in the hall, slipping off her high heels and looked at me standing in the kitchen doorway. “A coffee would be nice,” she said. My feet are *******ing walking around all those shops with Amy. We have been looking for something sexy for me to wear tonight when Chris takes me out.” Her eyes lit up with mischief when she saw the alarmed look on my face. “No don’t worry, Amy doesn’t know. Yet. She thinks we are going out together. However, I will be confiding in her in the next few days. Discussing with her the best way to tell my parents etc.” Her eyes flicked to my erection, pushing out against my jeans. “ Unbelievable,” she muttered. “Bring me a coffee into the lounge, and then I can read your nice letter to Chris.”
She looked stunning standing before me, in her black pencil skirt, cut lust above the knee, sexy but not slutty, her white blouse open at the top just enough to show her ample firm cleavage. She was a woman to make any man proud to have. To keep. Yet her I was dashing off into the kitchen to make her a coffee and hand over a letter literally begging another man to take her from me.
She was texting on her phone when I took her coffee in. I stood in front of her like some naughty school boy patently waiting to hand her the letter. She had a happy glow to her face as she laughed reading her text. Finally she shut her phone and looked up at me. “He`s such a randy man,” she informed me as if I might have been one of her girlfriends. “Oh good, the letter, let me see.”
I stood waiting as she read the letter, somehow feeling it would be inappropriate for me to sit down till she was happy with what she read. “Very good,” she said at large. “ I am sure when he has read this there will be no doubt in his mind what kind of sick pathetic permister you are. To be honest, you have gone far further in this letter then I had expected. It’s almost like you are praising him like a God. I don’t know what Amy will make of it when I show her! She has always had a soft spot for you. A bit of a crush to be honest. But once she has read this…..well….” she locked eyes with me. “You don’t mind Amy seeing this do you? It will just make her except the fact that I am leaving you more acceptable to her.”
I felt my legs weaken. Please, please don’t my mind begged. My cock was yelling oh please do please do. I swallowed what felt like a golf ball before replying. “It’s your sister, you do what you think is best,”
This obviously pleases her. “Good boy,” she grinned.


I waited in the bedroom whilst she showered that evening, then watched excitedly as she came into the bedroom and began to apply her make up. Her thick dressing gown hiding her nakedness from me.
“I have been thinking,” she said at large, looking at me through the reflection of the makeup mirror. “I think you should give Chris the letter yourself tonight.”
My heart skipped a beat. I opened my mouth to respond, but she carried on before I had chance.
“You can invite him in and let him read it in comfort. The sooner he realises what a pathetic wimp you are, the sooner our relationship can develop. I want him to see me as a free agent with no ties. I want you to make that happen for me, understand?”
I found myself nodding dumbly.
“Pardon?” she raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” she sounded irritable, though I think it was just an act.
“Yes I will give Chris the letter in permister so he can read it in our house,” I humred myself.
“Good boy,” she said in a patronising voice. “talking of you being a boy, because I am being taken out tonight by a man, and you are staying at home like a little boy, I want you in pyjamas when Chris get here so you are ready for bed, which incidentally will be nine o’clock.”
I felt a cold sweat break out all over me. This is the kind of thing I had always talked about in bed with her has she slowly, and in a bored way, wanked me off. She had obviously stored up all my sick, humiliating fantasies to use against me now. Was she trying to make the fact that I was losing her a bit easier on me by letting me have what I had always fantasised about? Was this her one last act of kindness? Or was she really being a sadistic bitch with no respect for me at all…….

LOve this story -more please!

This is really fantastic. More please!

Seven o’clock arrived and I sat on the edge of the settee, peering out of the window waiting with sweating palm for Chris`s silver car to pull up. Julie sat next to me, flicking through a magazine, or at least pretending to. Secretly I think she was studying me. Maybe deep down she thought I would not go through with this. Maybe deep down she wanted me to man up. Tell her there was no way she was going out with this Chris guy. How dare he pull up on our drive in front of our neighbours to take you out? How dare he think he can humiliate me like that! Maybe deep down this is what she wanted. Me to be a man. A man she could respect. A man who could protect her. A man who could fuck her.
If all that is what she wanted from me deep down, she must have been deeply disappointed as she studied me sitting in my blue pyjamas, clutching a letter begging another man to fuck her, take her from me, which I was going to hand over in permister.
The silver car pulling up onto out drive broke into my thoughts.
“Oh, at last,” Julie breathed. “Well go and let him in!” she ordered.
I gave her a startled look. My joints suddenly turning to lead.
She raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Problem?”
“No,” I croaked. This was it then, I thought as I slowly stood up and made my way to the front door. I opened the door to him in a dreamlike state.
The look of shock and amazement that swept across his rugged face will remain etched on my mind to the day I die. What must be going through his mind I wondered? Seeing the husband of the woman you are fucking answering the door to you at seven o clock in his blue pyjamas!
“Come is please,” my voice didn’t sound like my own.
He hesitated for a second. Maybe he thought he was walking into a trap, that once inside I would beat the crap out of him. If only.
“Hi Baby,” Julie called from the living room.
That relaxed him and he sauntered past me. She leapt up and hugged him, giving him a long loving kiss. I simply stood in the doorway, head bowed.
“Sit down, baby,” she invited him. “Mark has something for you.” She looked up at me.
I stepped forward and handed him my letter. He took it from me, looked at Julie, who smiled reassuringly, and then he sat down and began to read the carefully crafted letter I had written earlier. A look of disbelief washed over his as he read my words. Every so often his eyes would glance up at me. My cock began to swell, I tried to stop it, but the more I tried the more erect it became, and before long it was sticking out the open fly, pointing at him, red and angry.
The next time he looked up he caught site of it. “Bloody Hell! Disgusting! Face the wall!”
I was startled by his sudden outburst, but quickly turned towards the wall. He seemed to settling into his new role very quickly.
“Is this all for real?” He asked Julie.
“Yes,” she reassured, and I could hear her kiss him.
“Why is he dressed in pyjamas?”
“Because he is not a real man, and his new bedtime is nine o clocks. A little boy’s bedtime, whilst we adults are out having grown up fun,” she giggled.
Why was she so intent on humiliating me so? Why was I so intent on wanting her to?
“No, I just don`t think that`s right Julie,” he said.
My ears pricked. He was objecting. Maybe this was all too much for him to take in.
“Really?” Julie sounded puzzled too.
“No. Nine o clocks is not a little boy’s bedtime. Eight o clocks is. From now on that will be his new bedtime.”
A shiver ran down my spine. I didn’t like the sound of the way he was adapting to this bizarre situation he had found himself in!
“OOhhh,” Julie cooed. “You’re so masterful!” I heard them kiss again. “You might as well get off to bed now Mark. We grownups need a bit of grown up time together. We will check on you before we go out.”
My face burned with offense as I slowly walked from the room. My cock pointing the way.
“And no playing with yourself,” Chris ordered.
I gave him a shocked look, just in time to see his hand cupping her firm breast. He was turning into a right bastard! Why did that excite me so…..

begging... thanks for continuing Can you update us more on what is going on since then and currently?

This is a great story. Is there any chance of some more chapters please? Now that Chris has taken to his new role and is treating Mark as a boy it wold be marvellous to read how much further he takes that.
Please continue. PLEASE! I'd love to read about how he assumes the responsibility of being the Man About the House. No need for them to turf Mark out. He can stay as their little boy can't he? But he will have to accept that a Real Man is now in charge!

I lay awake in bed; the sun was still out shinning the curtains of the spare bedroom I was in. I could her next doors kids out playing in the garden. They were up later then me, a fully grown adult. Downstairs I could hear Julie’s laughter every now and again, and mumred talking. Then the television came on and I realised that they were watching something like a real couple whilst I was in bed like their little boy.
My cock ached so much I wanted to grab it and wank myself silly, but Chris’s words rang out in my ears. “Don`t play with yourself!” He never said I could not play with my nipples though. So I got some pleasure from that.
My bedside clock read 9.40 when the bedroom door swung open and my pretty wife stood in the doorway, her face glowing with contentment. “We are off out now, you be a good boy and stay in bed. We are going Fever Club in town, you had better hope we don`t bump into anyone you know. Be quite humiliating for you if they ask where you are and I tell them you are at home in bed!”
I whimpered, my hand inadvertently reaching under the bed covers for my cock. I grabbed it and began to slowly wank. Julie shot forward yanking back the bed cover. “What the Hell do you think you are doing?” the exclaimed. “I thought Chris clearly told you not to play with you tiny little boy cock!”
“Sorry!” I said, my hand shooting away from my cock like it was a red hot poker.
Julie sighed, shaking her head. “I think what Chris suggested might be a good idea after all.”
My eyes studded her beautiful face waiting for her to continue, when she never I decided to prompt her. “What has Chris suggested?”
A smile spread across her face, and her eyes shone with mischief. “That you need a babysitter when we go out.”
“A baby sitter?” I blurted. “You’re not serious?”
“Well, I was against the idea; I told him you were a good boy who could be trusted. But now…. Well I think the suggestion needs looking into more.”
“Please Julie, no…” I began to beg. This was too much.
“Shush, we are going out now, you be a good boy and we will talk to Chris about it in the morning.”
“In the morning? You mean Chris is staying over?”
“Yes of course. He is the Man of the house now isn`t he?” With that she giggled and left the room.
I heard footsteps on the stairs, hushed chatter, and then the front door slam.
I was left alone in bed, with a burning hard-on I dared not touch whilst another man was taking my wife out, and later would bring her home to fuck in what used to be our marital bed…….

Great story Begging -more please

love to story, more pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee

Please may we have some more of this great story please? i wonder what Mark's babysitter will be like? Young i guess! Maybe a boy!! Now THAT would be a real putdown for the naughty boy, wouldn't it? But whichever way you decide to take the story , there's plenty of us out here just waiting for the next episode?

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

steven

loved this story please give us more. The best bit for me was when the hubby was sent to bed early like a young

i agree with Johnboy. It was a fantastic development.

Thank you for your comments.

I will get back to writing some more soon now.

I like the idea of the husband being treated like a young too, and will play more on this part.

will get to work soon.

Thanks again.

I think all us small cocked boys are turned on by the idea of being treated like a small boy. After all we have cocks like a 12 year old, its only natural. What about if the cuckolds lady-in-law or even lady gets involved. A bit of baby sitting perhaps. Or perhaps a young girl earning a little extra cash by doing some bay sitting as well. What about doing his bedroom out like a small boys.

Good luck with the next part.

wow this is getting so hot and yes i also think that us with small little boys pee wees should be treated this way .
do go on with this as im enjoying it and by the looks so are a few others .
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I lay awake in bed, my tiny cock begging for release, but I dared not touch it again. Even though my wife and Chris were not home, like a young I dared not disobey their instructions again. With my cock pocking through the fly of my pyjamas, the sensation when I moved against the bed covers was heven, almost enough to make it shoot all over the covers. What kind of trouble would I be in if that happened I pondered?
What kind of trouble? My God, I was beginning to think of myself as a young now!
Then again, looking back on the evening who could blame me for thinking such a thing? How had this come to this so fast? Being sent to bed so my wife and her boyfriend could have some grown up time together? How he had taken to this bizarre situation so quickly too. Bet he just can`t believe his luck. Fucking a married fit woman, without having to do it behind her husband’s back. With his full knowledge, and presentation. Well, more than presentation. Treating the husband of the wife you are fucking like a submissive wimp must be a huge turn on to him.
So I lay awake in the darkness, thinking what they might be out doing. At a club, dancing, or sitting in the corner, chatting, holding hands, kissing. My wife and him. Her new man.
My eyes shot to the clock when I heard the front door open, quickly followed by takesen giggling from Julie. The clock read 2.15. Footsteps on the stairs followed by hushed voice outside my bedroom. Then the handle turned and the door slowly began to open. I panicked. Should I pretend to be arelax, or let them see me awake, patently waiting for their return? Before I had time to decide the light from the hall shone on my face.
“Oh, he is still awake!” Julie exclaimed turning to Chris who pocked his head in the room too. “Poor baby, have you been awake all night waiting for us to get home? You must be tied out!” her voice had a takesen sexy tone to it. Walking over to the bed, she leaned forward, exposing her firm cleavage to my view. A cleavage that no doubt Chris would soon be handling. A cleavage that used to be mine to play with. Her lips gently kissed my cheek. “You must try to get some relax, we don`t want a grumpy boy in the morning do we?”
My face burned with offense.
Chris stepped forward and gently took of her arm, kissing her neck, she held her head back so he could kiss lower, a gasp of appreciation escaped her lips. “Go and get ready for bed, I will be there in a moment,” he said. Obediently she left the room, obviously Horney for a good fuck. Something I was no good for anymore, or ever had been for that matter!
With her out of the room Chris sat on the edge of my bed. His eyes had a look of sternness and contempt in them. “Your wife and I had a good evening tonight. It`s nice not having to sneak around behind your back.”
I swallowed hard but did not reply. My cock twitched though.
“Julie is so sexy, can`t believe I have taken her from you so easily! “His lip curled back into a cruel snarl. “Say thank you for taking my wife from me,” he said.
I felt a cold sweet break out on my forehead. This was offense beyond my wildest fantasy. This was real. If I repeated the words I would finally be admitting that this man before me was my superior in every way. The master of me, my wife, and my house. Was he really expecting me to thank him? I mean, who the Hell would humiliate and belittle themselves that much?
Apparently I would. “Thank you for taking my wife from me,” my voice crocked.
He looked little shocked for a second. I doubt he really expected me to say it. He was just pushing me. He tilted his head. “Say, Thank you for taking my wife, Sir,”
“Thank you for taking my wife, Sir,” I said, my cock was going to cum without me even touching it I was sure.
As if reading my mind he pulled back the covers and looked at my tiny cock.
“Pathetic,” he stated. I am going to go and fuck your wife now. But because you have been a good boy tonight, you may cum, once only, as soon as you hear Julie cum on my cock for the first time. You will then lick your hand clean and go to relax. In the morning I don`t want you to leave this room until one of us come in to get you, we will want a bit of time together over breakfast. Whilst you wait in here, you can write me a thank you letter for fucking and Julie and letting you cum. Understand?”
“Yes,” I mumred.
“Yes what?” he snapped.
“Yes Sir,” I quickly repeated.
“Good boy,” he spoke to me like he would a small young as he left the room.
It wasn`t long before I heard the soft moans from my wife in the room next to mine. They slowly became loader and more urgent. I could hear the bed creaking and gather speed. My hand took hold of my cock. I barley dared touch it in case it came before she did. I had never heard her in such a sexual peak before. Then came the undisputed sound of her orgasm. Her urgent little pants and a long moan of ecstasy.
My own orgasm was possibly the most intense I have ever had. My heart pounding in my chest and I shot thick wads of cum over my stomach. I was left shuddering and completely drained. It was then I looked at my hand. Suddenly the thought of licking my cum from fingers no longer appealing. The sound of my wife being fucked in the next room no longer excited me so much. What the Hell was I doing? What kind of man was I? I was not a man, I realised, and that is why they had started treating me like a young. With that thought going through my mind I put my finger to my mouth and began to lick, at the same time I head Chris grunt as he emptied his lead into my wife’s tight pussy……

Absolutely brilliant, just loved it. I’m sure this story is just going to get better and better. I think many of us small cocked boys would love to be treated like this

Great story begging! Please do not keep us hanging for the next part for too long

Amazing!! What a fantastic story this is!!!
Mummy is taking me on holiday tomorrow for a couple of weeks so i won't be able to read the next parts until i get back. How will i be able to wait? Oh my!!
Thank you again, begging. Please let there be lots more when we get back. PLEASE!
And please let there be lots more on the little boy theme.

Back from my holiday in Ireland where Mammie is from. Great time.
But a bit disappointed that there wasn't a new chapter to this brilliant story. i have been following this and "Humiliated by a Boy" where Brainbox1 HAS posted a fantastic new part. Please, begging, please tell us the next part where they take you further down the little boy path.
Oh, and would it be possible for us to share the letter that you wrote to Chris? Please!
But once again i must thank you for what you have written so far.

To have ONE good story is a bonus. To have TWO is just phenomenal. Please tell us more!

steven

My relax that night was very disturbed. I am not sure what time Julie and Chris went to relax, after their lovemaking, I could hear talking and occasional laughter, then more love making. At first I was close to tears with frustration and offense. What was I doing? Did I really want my sick fantasy ruin my marriage? My cock was ruining my life! Sadly, with my actions so far I knew that there was no turning back. How could I expect my beautiful wife to respect me ever again? She would never see me as a man again. A woman wants a strong, confident man. Someone they can look up to. I had proved I was none of those things. It was not long before my cock began to awaken again, recovering from its blissful orgasm, and with it my thoughts turned from one of disgust with myself, to ones of self-offense once more.
I was surprised I had fallen arelax at all, but awoke with a start in the morning. At first not quite sure where I was. In the spare bedroom? Then it all came flooding back. I strained my ears, listening for any sound from the bedroom next to mine. Silence. My bed clock read 7.30. Remembering my instructions, and with a raging hard on, I pulled back the covers and went over to the dressing table to get out some paper and a pen and began to write a thank you letter to Chris. Just the thought of doing it made me want to cum on the spot. I took the top off the pen and began to write, all the time resisting the urge to grab my pulsating cock. This is what I wrote.
Dear Sir,
Thank you so much for taking Julie from me, she deserves a man like you. I do not deserve a sexy woman like Julie, I am just a boy compared to yourself, and deserve to be treated as such. Thank you so much for making her cum for me. She deserves sexual happiness that my tiny cock just cannot give her, or any woman. Please, please fuck her as often as you wish.
Thank you so very much for allowing me to cum last night. It was very kind of you, Sir.
I was about to add more when the bedroom door swung open and there stood Julie, dresses in tight jeans and a tight white t-shirt that hugged her ample firm bust to perfection. A wave of jealousy washed over me. That was my wife, my sexy woman, and I had given her away. Given her to real man. How I had ever managed to have her in the first place was a miracle. I guess it’s because when we met she never knew what a wimp and pathetic excuse for a man I would turn out to be.
“Glad you are awake,” she smiled perfect white teeth at me. “Chris is about to go home now, but he says you should have something to give him before he leaves?”
I swallow hard, and nod, passing her the folded letter.
“No silly, he wants you to give it to him!”
I feel drained with offense once more. Her eyes are locked on mine, and I am sure I can see something hidden behind them. Perhaps hope. Hope that I will refuse to obey. Hope that I will Man Up and storm downstairs and through this man out. Forbid him from seeing my wife again. Fight for her honour.
“Ok,” I mumble. “I`ll get dressed.”
The hidden look behind her eyes vanishes at once, and is replaced with one I recognise at once. Disgust.
“No,” she snapped. “Come down in your pyjamas. We don`t want to keep him waiting do we?”
“No,” I reply.
As I walk downstairs, with Julie following I see Chris standing at the door, checking out his appearance in the hall mirror. He turns and looks at me, smiling when he sees me still in pyjamas. I hand the letter out to him.
“No, you read it to me,” he tells me, pulling Julie to his side, hugging her in front of him, he fair hair resting on his shoulder, her head tilted slightly, a belittling smile in her pretty face.
My cheeks burn with offense, but I know better than to protest. I open the letter and began to read it out aloud, as they both chuckle.
“Not bad,” Chris says when I have finished. “I expect better next time.”
I nod, “yes Sir,” I say automatically without even realising it. I can see they are both startled by my voluntary act of subservice.
“Good boy,” Chris says as he would to a small boy. He turns to Julie and gives her a passionate kiss, her wrapping her arm around his neck. “I will see you Saturday then?”
“Yes,” she replies, looking up into his eyes. “Are you sure about Sophie?”
“Sure,” he says. “She is always short of some pocket money, so a bit of babysitting will come in handy to her.”
Julie smiles, looking over at me. “Well I guess it is the only way we can be sure he is a good boy.”
I feel like the ground has just opened up and I am falling into a black pit. A babysitter? Where they serious? One who still eared pocked money! Please let this be a sick joke I thought as I watched Chris turn and leave……..

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Dear begging
Thak you so much. Well worth waiting for!!!! It really is a sensational story with so much still to come! Thank you, thank you , thank you!
steven

Overnight, i have been thinking about this great story (and The Other One!).
Looking forward to you being babysat! But what about what you wear? Blue PJs seem rather grown up to me. Maybe Chris will buy you some more appropriate like Bob the Builder or some other boys PJs. And what about body hair? Surely Sophie will not want to see a hairy boy?
And they need to give thought to things like bath time and what you wear more generally don't they?

i felt the need to share my overnight thoughts. Sorry if they annoy you
steven

Great story segment Begging. Hope to read the next part soon

Dear begging
How did the babysitting go? i bet you were nervous waiting for it to happen, weren't you?
It reminded me of the the first time that MS Lucy babysat me alone. Of course, she had helped Mummy and her own lady (Auntie Joan) many many times both with my baths and putting me to bed. So, in one sense, there was nothing new for me EXCEPT that previously she had never been the one totally in charge and also she had never washed my body (she had my hair and face and had rinsed me down with the shower when it was time for me to get out. But now she would do everything. They told me about a week beforehan that now that she was 16 and therefore a woman she would be allowed to babysit me alone and that she would start the next Friday (it was a Sunday when they told me i remember). So i had nearly a week to think about it and, to be honest, i became more and more nervous. What would it be like to be bathed by her? Would she be stricter than Mummy and punish me more? (Not that first time but later she most certainly was!). And so on.
But in fact it all went very well. i hope it did for you. Please tell us about it.
And,of course, all your other experiences as the little boy of the household.
steven