losing my wife

Welcome back!!! Just as i had given up hope on reading more. It's building up really well.
i understand the business about time. i have had only 10 minutes tonight and in about another two i'll be called for my bath. in fact there it is. Must go.
Thanks a million. Please let us have more
steven

Excellent story, hot plot with good, tense development. Thanks

Can hardly wait to find out how Sophie revels in her charge of the cuck boi.

loving it, can we have some more

i was hoping that the Bank holiday would have provided some time for you to write the next part but obviously not. Fingers crossed it won't be too long

Im starting to go crazy! Please carry on with this great story
Droopy and Miss

Hi, working on some more, and should post in next few days.

That's brilliant news, begging. As you know, a lot of us are following this fantastic story with avid interest!!
steven

For the first 20 minutes after Julie and Chris had left I sat in silence on the settee next to Sophie who was busy playing on her phone, texting probably, with a cold shiver of dread I hoped that she was not telling all her young friends about me, though with annoying self-loathing my tiny cock hoped she was!
The telly played quietly in the background and I tried to concentrate on that. Trying to forget that I was a grown man sitting in his pyjamas being next to a pretty sixteen year old girl who was there to babysit me.
Sophie finally looked up from her phone, glancing at me. “Be a good boy and go and fetch me a glass of Coke,” she smiled politely.
I stared at her blankly for a moment, for a moment contemplating being defiant and holding my ground, putting a stop to this crazy situation. I mean I was a grown man, she was a young girl, and the whole situation was in reverse. It should be me asking her to be a good girl and fetch me a take of beer! That is how it should be, but then, it should be me out with my wife now, not Chris. It should be me fucking her later, not Chris. If I was to follow Chris`s orders, I was to be in bed arelax by ten that night. Letting out an exaggerated sigh I decided it best to do as she asked, “OK,” I said standing up.
“Not so fast, Mister!” she snapped as I headed for the door.
I turned and looked at her annoyed face. “Is that an attitude you have?” She began playing with her phone again, and with dread I realised she was dialling a number. “Julie and Chris are going to be pissed that I have had to phone them already! I doubt they have even reached the restaurant yet!”
Panic set in. “Sorry Sophie,” I grovelled.
She glanced up from the phone at me. “What did you call me?”
“Sorry Miss Hawley,” I quickly corrected.
She stopped dialling; a small frown creased her smooth young skin. “What are you sorry for?”
“I am sorry for having an attitude, Miss Hawley. Please don`t phone Julie and Chris.”
Her eyes flicked from me to the phone in her hand and then back to me again. “If I don`t phone are you going to be a good boy from now on for me?”
“Yes,” I told her, my heart beating with fear and excitement. The whole situation of being dominated by a teenage girl was fuelling my offense fantasies as much as my wife relaxing openly with another man.
She took a long deep breath, making her chest swell, pushing her ample young breasts against her tight white top. Oh no, I felt my cock stir! “That`s not a very good start is it!” She snapped.
Realising my error I quickly said, “Yes Miss Hawley I am going to be a good boy for you.” I could hardly believe I was saying the words.
She looked thoughtful for a moment, the at last said. “Ok Paul, I am going to let you off this once, though I will still have to tell Julie and Chris when they get home, but I don`t see the need to spoil their nice evening together. But I do want complete obedience from you from now on. Understand?”
“Yes Miss Hawley,” I told her.
“Go and fetch my Coke then.”
I began to walk off.
“Crawl,” she said matter of factually.
I turned to her startled, her stern eyes locked on mine. As if in a trance I sank to my knees. “Yes Miss Hawley,” as I crawled from the room.
I decide it best to walk back with the take, as if crawling I might spill some. I thought I might get told off, but she sat lazily flicking through the TV stations and didn’t seem to notice. I stood holding the take out to her for several moments before she suddenly appeared to be aware that I was even there. She took the take from me without a word, and I turned to sit down, that`s when she finally acknowledged me.
“I think you should thank me for not phoning Julie and Chris about your attitude,” she said, taking a sip of Coke.
I cleared my throat. “Thank you Miss Hawley.”
She shook her pretty head. “No, thank me by kissing my feet.”
I looked down at her bare feet startled.
“Do it!” she said sternly.
I dropped to my knees before this teenage girl, and lowed my lips to her petite feet and began to kiss. But then I found myself actually wanting to worship them. Mt cock began to swell as I really wanted to worship this young goddess who had been left in charge of me. I kissed and a sucked on her toes for several minutes before she finally told me to stop and stand up. When I did there was nothing I could do to hide my erection pocking out of the fly of my pyjamas at her shocked young face.
“Oh my God! You have got an erection from kissing a sixteen year olds feet!” she exclaimed in disgust. “What kind of man dose that! Then again, I guess that is why your wife is out with Chris, and will be bringing him back here to fuck later when you are tucked up in bed like a good boy. Because you are not a man at all are you?”
I swallowed hard, my face flush with offense, but somehow my cock throbbed harder from it. I shook my head.
“Say it!”
“I am not a man, Miss Hawley,” I said, my mouth as dry as ash.
The corners of her mouth turned up, giving her face a mischievous look. “Go stand in the corner, nose pushed against the wall, hands on head whilst you reflect on you bad, and disgusting behaviour this evening. I was expecting to be looking after a good boy, not this!” She pointed to the corner, her eyes locking on mine daring me to object.
I quickly turned and marched to the corner, pushing my nose against the plaster, interlocking my fingers behind my head.
“Good boy, now stay like that till I tell you can move, which will probably be your bedtime.”
“Yes Miss Hawley,” I found myself saying.
I could hear her behind me, flicking through the TV stations, and laughing at some comedy, and she played on her phone. My legs and arms began to ach, but my cock till throbbed and angry red, I was willing it to go down, but the more I tried the harder it got. The thought of being bossed around and humiliated by this beautiful sixteen year old girl, my babysitter, whilst my wife was out with her lover, her real man, was too much. There was no way it was going to go down at the moment.”
“Ok, young man,” Sophie said at last. “Time for your bed. Go do your teeth and get in bed, and I’ll be up to check on you in a few minutes.”
My head was spinning. This was just ridicules. Being sent to bed by a young girl, whilst she stayed up like the adult! But when I turned, my cock was giving away my true offense desires. We locked eyes for a moment, then hers slid down to my angry red erection, and she simply shook her head slowly. I quickly left the room and hurried upstairs to do my teeth and climb into my single bed in the spare bedroom. The master bedroom was obviously for Julie and Chris later that evening.
I waited patiently for Sophie to come up and check on me, once again the evening sun was shining through the gaps in my curtains, and I could hear people outside laughing and talking, enjoying the summer evening, even youngren playing in gardens, and yet here I was, a fully grown adult, sent to bed by a sixteen year old girl.
My bedroom door creaked open and Sophie stepped inside, looking pleased that I was in bed as instructed. She stood by the side of my bed with her hands on her hips, showing off the full swell of her breasts against her white tight top. “Now remember what Chris said to you. When I check on you at ten, you had better be arelax, you’re in enough trouble for one evening young man,” she smiled at my bewildered face, showing off her perfect white teeth. “Close those eyes and get to relax like a good boy.” With that she turned, stopping at the doorway and looking back at me. “And wont betide you if you play with that little boy cock of yours!” and with that she left me alone with my thoughts and aching erection.
When my bedside clock read ten pm I could hear Sophie climbing the stairs, chatting to a friend on her mobile phone. “Ok, Amie, nice chatting, got to go now,” she said as she reached the landing. I closed my eyes tight. I would pretend to be arelax. Chris had been quite firm about the fact I must be arelax by ten pm.
My bedroom door opened and Sophie silently entered the room, I could sense her standing by the side of my bed, her young eyes studying me.
I kept my breathing even, mimicking relax. This was easy, fooling a young, I thought.
Suddenly the bedcover was yanked back, revealing my rock hard erection pocking up into the air. An erection that had just not gone down for hours now, and just needed to cum so bad.
“As if you’re arelax with that tiny thing pocking up!” She snapped.
My eyes shot open in shock, I tried to grab the cover to hide myself.
“Hands off!” her young face was tight with annoyance. “So, not only are you still awake, but trying to trick me into thinking your arelax too. You have showed total disrespect for me tonight, and I will be telling Julie and Chris as much when they get home. When I tell them off you behaviour it will spoil the end to a perfect evening for them. I hope your happy now!”
I`m sorry….” I began
“Don`t answer me back!” She took a calming breath, and then looked at my straining cock, studying it for the first time. “My God, no wonder Julie needs a real cock. That is so small, like a model of a real one.”
Her words of scorn made my heart race with offense, and my cock twitch, a thin trickle a pr cum began to edge its way down its angry head.
“Bloody Hell,” Sophie gasped. “Are you trying to cum? You really are a pathetic dirty little boy. You’re going to be punished so badly when Julie and Chris get home! “She pulled the cover back over me. She left the room in exaggerated disgust, leaving me lying there with a sinking feeling creeping over me like an incoming tide. I finally dawned on me that I really was going to get punished when my wife and her lover, her man, got home. But even with that revelation, my cock stayed had, desperate to cum. As I lay there, I wondered if Sophie was going to stay and watch my punishment……..

Fantastic, begging! i had expected her to bath him before putting him down but that's just me! i really am loving this story and just hope there will be lots more.
steven

Immense ! im just amazed how hot this story is.
Thanks so much for the updates
Droopy and Miss

this is still so cool and im so glad i found it again to read the latest part , made my little clitty wet again
let me know what you think of my small cock send message on this please

Aww fantastic continuation begging. Top work. Thanks

I was offline for much of last week and quite frequently found myself recollecting the earlier parts of this story It is one of the very hottest ever.

Thank you everyone for your comments.

please can we have some more

It was one in the morning when my bedroom door opened next. Julie marched over to my bed, yanking back the covers, her face tight with anger. “You pervert!” she exclaimed. “ Flashing your tiny cock at a sixteen year old girl!”

“I didn`t, it’s not like that…” I protested
“Silence! Not another word. Chris is livid downstairs, you have managed to ruin our perfect evening with your sick perversions!” Grabbing my arm she pulled me from the bed. “You had better come down and face the music. God help you though, Chris is really pissed!”
With my heart pounding with fear and offense I let her lead me downstairs by the hand like the naughty young they all took me to be. Upon entering the living room I found Chris and Sophie sitting on the settee, both with stern looks and I was led by my wife to the centre of the room, facing them. Julie then sat herself down on the arm chair, crossing her perfect legs. She still looked and smelt good from her night out.
“You are unbelievable!” Chris reprimanded me. “Your wife and I go out for a nice evening, and all we ask is for you to be good for Sophie. And what do you do, she her disrespect, and then flash at her!”
I opened my mouth to protest my innocence, but upon looking at annoyance written across his face, decided better off it, and simply hung my heads in shame. Turning into the scolded young they were making me.
“Well, your behaviour will not be tolerated. Sophie is hardly going to want to come over to babysit you whilst I enjoy the company of your wife if she thinks you are going to be trouble is she?”
I continued to look at my bare feet on the carpet.
“Is she!” she shouted load enough for the neighbours to hear. I literally jumped in my skin. “No, Sir,” I quickly acknowledged.
Chris stood up and began to unfasten his belt. I looked at him in horror.
Turn around and bend over facing your wife, rest your hands on the chair arms. I want you looking into her eyes as I thrash your backside.”
I turned towards Julie.
“No, wait. Think you can strip first,” he said.
I looked at him pleadingly, but saw the look on his face and decided it was best not to argue.
“I hope his little cock isn’t hard again!” Sophie put it, her voice all exaggerated sweet and innocent.
My eyes darted to her mischievous face, her eyes flicking from mine to my cock and back again. Shit. I could feel it growing!
I took off my top first, and then pulled down my pyjama bottoms; my little cock was semi hard.
“You’re disgusting!” Sophie sighed.
Now naked, I turned and took the position Chris had requested earlier.
I looked into my wife’s eyes, and I could see both pity and contempt there. Any shred of dignity I once had was slowly being stripped from me. Any shred of respect she had for me, long gone.
The first strike of the belt caught me off guard, I yelped, jumping up and cupping my stinging buttocks.
“Back in position!” Chris shouted. “Julie, baby, I think you are going to have to hold onto his wrists to stop him jumping around the room.”
She smiled at him as she took hold of my wrists.
The second blow was even harder. I cried out again.
“Count them, and thank me,” he told me.
“Two, thank you sir,” I gasped. I could hear Sophie giggle.
By the time he had reached, and I had counted and thanked him for the twelfth, tears were running freely down my face. All the time Julie held my eye.
“There, I have had enough, wasting my time on you,” he said at last. Thank God, I thought. The pain and offense of being punished in front of my wife and a sixteen year old girl was finally over. That`s when he said, “your turn, Sophie,”
My heart skipped a beat again. No please, don`t let her punish me! I cried out in my head.
“I don’t know if I can do it right,” I heard her say.
“It`s easy, you`ll soon get the hang of it, besides, you need to learn so you can punish him yourself next time if he misbehaves whilst Julie and I are out,”
“Ok,” she said, taking the belt from him. Her first stroke was a bit off target, catching the backs of my thighs. I cried out, fresh tears mixing with old. “One, thank you Miss,” I chocked.
As each stoke preceded, her strength and aim got better. Chris told her she could stop when she liked, but she went on to deliver a shocking 25 strokes by the time she had finished, my legs were trembling, and my face a mass of red blotches.
“Turn around,” Chris said when Sophie had passed his belt back. “Thank Sophie for your punishment and apologies for your behaviour this evening before you go back to bed.”
I looked at her flushed face, not sure if it was flushed through exertion, or excitement, probably both. “Thank you for punishing me Miss Hawley. Sorry I was bad,” my voice sounded weak and pathetic.
“If you’re sorry, why are you hard?” she raised a pretty eyebrow.
I looked down at my cock, pointing at her like a wagging finger.
“Pathetic,” she shook her head.
“Right, off you go to bed, the grownups need some time together. Don`t you dare touch yourself either, Julie doesn’t want to find your mess all over the bed sheets in the morning.”
I hurried from the room, my face burning as Julie and Sophie’s laughter rand in my ears.
Shortly after I was in my bed, I heard Julie and Chris say good night to Sophie as she got in a taxi home. Then shortly after that I could hear the bed creaking in the next room, my wife’s pants of pleasure getting loader as she reached her first orgasm of the night. I heard him grunt too as he emptied his seed into her tight pussy. I wanted to grab my cock, but dared not, one touch could set it off, and I dared not risk that happening. The punishment I was sure would be too great……

Great stuff!!! But i bet there is more humilation and punishment to come. After all, you ARE behaving like a VERY naughty boy, aren't you? You must learn to behave.
In fact Miss Hawley let you act like a big boy in some ways and that must end. Chris, your Master, and Julie, your Mistress probably need to act more like parents for you. And Miss Hawley can now be trusted to get you ready for bed as part of her babysitting. Your "Mummy and Daddy" should dress you in little boy's clothes (short trousers, ankle socks, cartoon character undies that sort of thing) and Miss Hawley wants to put you up to bed she can take off all those day clothes, bath you and dress you in your little t-shirt which acts as nightwear.You'll feel a lot less like a big boy whose pee pee cannot be controlled by you. They are right: that IS disgusting

Please let us know what really happened ,begging. Fantastic!!

Great story. New fan here!
Robert

It just gets better and better, all us small cocked boys must be loving it

This story is seriously wanting me to rip off my jailbird and beg my wife to allow me to have fun!!!
Great updates please please do not stop.

Droopy
Droopy and Miss

Agreed

Are you able to give us the next part, begging, please. Or tell us when we can expect it?

My turn to beg.
Please please can we have some more??
Droopy and Miss

I didn’t relax very well that night for obvious reamisters. Being beaten with a belt by my wife`s boyfriend, and a sixteen year old girl in front of my wife had a surreal feeling to it, no matter how aroused it appeared to make me.
The sound of my wife’s soft moans finally drifted into my dreams, waking me up the following morning. Her moans growing loader and more urgent, the sound of the bed creaking at a faster pace, as Chris pounder into her. A better man enjoying the pleasure of my wife. A pleasure I was certain I would never, ever get again.
When they both floated down from their orgasms, I could hear them chatting and laughing together. I think that that is the hardest thing for me. The sex is sex, but the chatting and laughing, well, that`s a couple. A real couple.
A sudden thought accrued to me. I had left my pyjamas downstairs the night before, and my new bedroom had no clothes in yet. With a feeling of dread I realised this meant I would have to go down stairs naked.
A tap at my bedroom door, and my wife’s soft voice. “Come on down for your breakfast. And be quick about it.”
“But I have nothing to wear,” I protested.
“So?” was her simple response.
I quickly climbed out of bed, went to the bathroom, having to sit down to pee as my cock was still like a rod. I had never seen it look so red and desperate. The thought of going downstairs to the kitchen naked before my wife and her boyfriend was both humiliating and stimulating, as it only could be to a cuckold.
When I entered the kitchen they were both sitting their eating toast. Chris looked me up and down with a mocking expression on his face.
“Your breakfast is on the side,” Julie pointed towards a bowl of cereal in a plastic kids bowl.
As I sat at the table I noted that Julie was wearing her tight short denim skirt, showing her smooth firm thighs, and her low cut black top, which her ample firm breasts struggled to stay in.
“You owe Chris £20 by the way,” Julie said.
I looked up puzzled.
“Well Chris had to pay Sophie last night with you running off upstairs like that! And you can’t expect Chris to pay for your babysitter, can you?” she smirked. “Well?” she added when I never replied.
“No,” I mumred.
Chris just carried on eating his toast, his smug face getting smugger by the second.
“I see you are still hard,” Julies stated, “Chris and I have had a little chat this morning and have decided that even though you were not on your best behaviour last night, we will still let you cum this morning considering you took your punishment so well last night,”
My cock twitched, both with the prospect of being able to cum at last, and by the thought that I was having to be given permission to cum.
“What do you say?” She asked.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Well, it`s Chris you should be thanking really. It was his idea to let you cum. He says you must be desperate. And as he has cum in me three times since last night, you deserve to cum once.”
I glanced at Chris, my face burning as I thanked him for giving me permission to cum. They both smiled at my offense.
Julie slid a condom across the table. “Put this on. Obviously Chris gets to fuck me bare back now, but you don`t get that pleasure.”
My heart began to pound as I fumred with the condom packet. They were going to let me fuck Julie! I suddenly felt afraid. Surely I was not worthy of fucking her anymore. To touch those firm full breasts. To slip between those shapely thighs, slip into the tight wet pussy. Surly that was all what a real man deserved. Not me!
As if reading my mind Julie laughed. “I hope you don`t think you are putting that thing in me?” she exclaimed.
I looked at them both puzzled as I slid the condom down my pulsating cock.
“No, you get to fuck the kitchen floor. You can show Chris what a man you are as you hump away!”
I looked at her shocked.
“Well, what are you waiting for? You want to cum don`t you?”
“Yes,” I said, laying down, my stiff cock pressing against the cold kitchen floor.
“Good boy, show us how a man like you can fuck a kitchen floor!” Julie encouraged me with glee.
With no self-respect left, I began to grind my cock onto the kitchen floor. Both their bare feet were at my eye level and never in my life had I felt so worthless. Needless to say though, I was so turned on I knew I was going to cum very soon. As if sensing this, Julie said, “Make sure you ask Chris permission before you cum, as he has been so kind to you allowing you to have an orgasm.”
That was all it took to push me over the edge. “Please Chris, Please may I cum!” I asked desperately, realising that I was so close there was a real chance I would blow my load before he had given me his permission.
There was long pause, and I strained to look up at him. My hips pounding the floor for all I was worth, aware of how ridicules and pathetic I must have looked. “Please….” I gasped.
He smiled at me, and nodded. “Ok, you may cum. Show me how you cum fucking a floor!” He laughed.
With a load grunt my orgasm began to sweep through me, as I fucked the floor. After the last jet of cum had shot into the condom, I lay at their feet exhausted and spent.
“That was a good boy,” Julie laughed. “Now go and clean yourself up, and then get dressed. Chris is taking me out today for country walk and meal. I have left you a list of chores to do whilst I am out. I want them done properly by the time I get back. Understand?”
Climbing up off the floor, I stood before them with the condom handing of my shrinking cock. “Yes,” I said.
“Good boy, off you go and get dressed then, and don`t forget to give Chris his £20!”

Fantastic fantastic fantastic! !!! This is so hot!!! Can't wait for the next chapter? Chastity ?
Droopy and Miss

love it, lets have some more mmmmmmm

This is one of the best stories ever!

Very nice. Can't wait for more!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

And here is another burst of applause.
But now that you have had the privelege of relieving yourself, i hope you don't think that's a regular occurence for naughty little boys! You have to continue to learn that they are the adults and you are the young. They have not yet shown you just how strict parents have to be with their wayward youngren!

Please please! More!!
Droopy and Miss

As it's a month since the last (great) episode, are we able to hope for another chapter? i really hope so!