losing my wife

Great story.

It reminds me of when my Wife was actively dating. She expected Her boyfriends to pick Her up at our house, and She and Her boyfriends would come and go at any hour of the day and night.

The offense of knowing the neighbors were tracking their comings and goings was almost as intense as the noise coming from Her bedroom as She got fucked in a way that I ( Her two pump chump) could nev do.

Came to see if you've managed to update us but, sadly, no. Then it hit me: with an 8 o'clock bedtime, you must find it hard to make the time to write let alone get on the computer! It's hard enough for me and my bath time (followed immediately by bedtime) is 9, a whole extra hour and i find it difficult to do everything that i want.
So, lots of sympathy but, fingers crossed, there'll soon be something for your followers!
steven

Any update please?????????? lol
Droopy and Miss

I have been unable to access the site for a long time and so have not known what happened next. i am really disappointed to find that the story( this magnificent story!!!) has not moved on. Why? Please begging please tell us how the babysitting went. Please tell us how your wife and Master treat you now. PLEASE!
Stevm

come on begging please give us more

I look here day after day in the hope that there will be another chapter. And am always disappointed. Please Begging, if you do not intend to write more (and i desperately hope that is not the case!!) please tell us.
steven

Maybe someone else should write the next part if Begging isn't going to do it?

It would be a pity as it's his story but we NEED a next part , don't we?

Hi Guys,

Thanks for your comments. I did not really know people were still looking at story. I will begin work on another part over the next few days.

Thanks

thanks much. We are waiting impatiently.

Fantastic!! i am SO looking forward to it.
So, patience is rewarded.
Thank you in advance Begging
i am now going to push my luck. Please let us have more than one chapter. As you can see, you have lots of (open) fans. and i am sure there are plenty more who are shy.
steven

Yipee!!!!

Whoop whoop
Droopy and Miss

Dear begging
Is the next part ready yet? As i said once before, i know how difficult it is when you have an early bedtime to find the time to write (i am in the same boat) but i hope it will soon be ready!
steven

Please begging, it is now over two weeks since you promised your keen fans and readers the next part. i have always sympathised because i know how difficult it can be when you have an early bedtime like we do. But i should be glad if you could tell us if the next part will come soon
steven

I agree with my fellow readers. More please.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

When oh When begging?

Were getting desperate! LOL
Droopy and Miss

begging
We are all back from the Easter holidays. Please keep your promise now and tell us about the babysitting and all the other things that have happened since Chris took over

Saturday night came and I was once again sitting on the settee next to Julie, in my pyjamas. Tonight, my mind not on the fact that Chris was coming over to have my wife like I never could. To take her out, flaunt her, fuck her. Under normal circumstances that would have been dreadful. But no, tonight my heart was pounding with anticipation and dread about the arrival of Sophie. My babysitter. The thought of a grown man having a babysitter seamed laughable. That was the problem though, as Julie had pointed out all week. I was not a man. What man would put up with what I was? How could I argue with that?
Dead on seven Chris pulled up in his silver car. My legs literally began to shake with dread. Julie patted my thigh and I turned to look at her beaming face. “They are here! Go and let them in!”
I knew better then to protest, but slowly stood up and made my way to the front door. I could hear Chris and Sophie chatting, and her giggle through the wood, and for the first time thought about the neighbours, and what they would be thinking seeing this silver car and strange man arrive again, this time accompanied by a young girl.
I gripped the door handle and counted to ten before pulling it open. “Good boy,” Chris said, and Sophie looked up at him, with a hint of amusement and amazement in her pretty eyes that he was able to talk to me like that.
I stepped aside so they both could walk in.
Sophie was the niece of one of Chris`s friends, whom he had confided in about his strange affair. She was sixteen years old, with shoulder length black hair, and as I noted extremely pretty, dressed in skin tight jeans, and a tight white t-shirt. Her eyes gave me the once over as she followed Chris into the living room to be introduced to my wife. I shut the door and followed.
Julie introduced herself to Sophie, before looking at me angrily. “Have you offered Chris a take yet?” she snapped.
I quickly asked what he wanted a cold beer and hurried to fetch it, all the time feeling Sophie’s young eyes studying me with amazement. When I returned with the beer, the three of them were sitting on the settee as I handed Chris his beer. I decided that it was probably best for me to just stand in front of them as they sat and chatted, which happened to be about me and my bedtime.
“So his bedtime is eight, unless he annoys you, then send him up when you like. Don’t put up with any back chat from him, and once he is in bed can you check on him every half an hour. I do expect him to be arelax by ten though, please let me know if he wasn’t won’t you?”
Sophie nodded, her eyes darting from my wife to me. Already I could see the contempt my wife held for me as a man hidden begin the young girls. As they talked I found myself taking in the young girls figure. She must have many a young lad chasing her, I decided.
“Stop staring at Sophie! “ Julie’s sharp voice cut into my thoughts like a knife. “Are you getting hard looking at the babysitter?”
That was all it took, the three sets of eyes on my cock, and the utter offense on it all for my tiny cock to start growing before them all.
I gasped with embarrassment, and quickly cupped my hands over my swelling member before running from the room like a naughty boy, with their laughter ringing in my ears……..

Sorry for delay, will try to keep story going faster now.

Very NICE. Thank you.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Thanks for the update - always happy to read great stories

Great stuff. Thank you so much. We will be so glad if you keep it coming. Such a good story!
Oh my! What WILL Sophie do next?!!!

Worth the wait!! Whoop whoop look forward to more updates? ???
Droopy and Miss

Could we have the next part of this great story now please, begging? We are all agog to know how Sophie (Miss Sophie surely?) treated you when you were left in her charge

Oh PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! You know what i need! PLEASE!

Please please too!!!!
Droopy and Miss

i suppose we just have to accept that begging is not going to respond to our requests (PLEAS!). So sad.

I sat on my bed in the spare room with my head in my hands, cringing with embarrassment when Chris marched in. I looked up at his stern face like a frightened naughty little school boy.
“How embarrassing for poor Sophie!” he snapped, looking down at my semi erect cock in the pyjamas. “Can’t you control that little thing?”
“So sorry,” I mumred, my eyes averting his gaze.
“I don`t think you should be apologising to me. I think it`s Sophie that deserves the apology don`t you!”
Oh, no, please, I thought. Don`t make me do this. I don`t think I can ever face that poor girl again.
“Well?” he snapped angrily.
I looked up at him, no longer seeing him as an equal, but as my superior. “Yes,” I mumred.
“Yes what?” he was growing angry with me now.
“Yes Sir, I quickly added.
“Good boy. Come on then, get to it!”
I slowly stood up and walked from the bedroom, my legs weak with trepidation. Descending the stairs with Chris behind me I could hear Julie and Sophie talking. I studded at the closed door, and decided it would be polite to knock.
“Come in,” my wife said.
I opened the door and stepped into the lounge. Both women looking at me. I just prayed my little cock would not grow hard again, but the more I thought about it, the more trouble I had in stopping it.
I looked into Sophie’s eyes and cleared my throat. “I am so sorry for disrespecting you Sophie, by getting an erection. I am sorry if I have offended you.”
I hung my head as she looked from my wife to her lover, and then back to me, a hint of mischief on her face as my wife nodded her approval to her, obviously about something they had discussed in my absence.
“I will let you off this once,” Sophie said, looking right into my eyes, “but I do expect respect from you. “From now on you will address me as Miss Hawley, understand?”
I looked into her stern young face and felt my cock twitch. Oh no, please I thought. The offense of the situation was making my cock grow again! I tried not to think of it as I said. “Yes Miss Hawley.”
“Good boy,” she smiled looking me straight in the eye. Good boy, I was over twice her age, and she was calling me a boy! My cock throbbed again.
“Now, we expect you to be a good boy for Sophie, my wife told me. She has our number if she needs to contact us about you. We hope that doesn’t happen don’t we baby,” she said, looking over at Chris.
“That`s right. If you ruin our night you will be punished when we get back,” Chris told me. I looked at Sophie’s beaming face and suddenly felt a wave of foreboding sweep over me. How had thing come to this? I thought. My life was turning into a living nightmare. What man would put up with this! Then I realised that that was the point I guess. I was not really a man.
Julie and Chris mad their way to the front door, Chris turned to Sophie on the way out. “Don’t forget his bedtime is 8.30,” he said to her.
“I won`t” she smiled as she waved them off. I felt like I young seeing his Mum and Dad off with the baby sitter, not a grown man watching another man taking his wife away from him for the evening. I really was losing my wife, and my self respect.
I turned from the door and looked into the young mischievous face of my baby sitter……..

So sorry for not adding faster guys!

I am finding it really hard to make time at moment.

Thank you for all you kind comments though. Will keep story going, even if slow!

Thanks again.

No problem at all begging! Quality writing takes time and life is a busy thing. I appreciate your sharing your talents with us.
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