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Being Nadia's Husband - Part One

by The English Cuckold

 

When I was young I was a fool. When my future wife to be refused full sexual intercourse before the marriage day, I assumed this was quite normal, respectable behaviour on her part, the natural reaction of a nice, middle class girl true to her upbringing. Only later did I discover that Nadia wasn't ?respectable' at all! At the time though I couldn't see past the smooth curves of her ample breasts, tightly constrained beneath her thin, skin-hugging tops, or separate my gaze from the marvelous mounds of her perfect, round and inviting buttocks.

Nadia loved to encourage me to play with her breasts. She'd laugh at my nervous, still almost adolescent, fumbling attempts to ?touch up' her tits, but she almost always allowed my wandering hands to find their way under her stretched woolen jumper. How I loved to feel the weight of her globes in the palms of my hands.

 

Touching and stroking the incredibly taught smooth nylon of her bra cups made my stomach turn flip-flops! Even today I get a kick out of thinking back to how my unsteady finger-tips would gradually work nearer and nearer to the engorged, protruding firmness of her nipples. Nadia liked me to work her large and prominent nipples between my fingers, rolling them around through the thin, silky material of the brassiere. Of course I'd get a huge erection, but I was never allowed to relieve myself in her presence in any way, never mind actually fuck her.

"Wait until we're married darling, then I'll make you happy" was her watchword. She'd keep me pleasuring her divine, feminine orbs for ages, with my balls getting bluer by the minute, and my pre-cum wetting my underwear, but I never dared risk upsetting this goddess by suggesting going any further. Every night in bed I'd wank myself silly thinking of her. Just imagining being allowed to actually suck those huge nipples was enough to make me cum with huge gushes of wasted spunk spurting into my hand.

 

The day finally came when Nadia consented to marry me. I walked down the isle with a penis like an iron rod in my trousers, thinking about getting Nadia into bed at last on the honeymoon, but fortunately I was able to arrange my clothing so that it wasn't too noticeable. In any case, everybody was looking at Nadia, resplendent in layers of virgin white, rather than at me. The honeymoon first night went off reasonably well. I came too soon of course, in fact before I'd even managed to get Nadia undressed. Yes, just sucking on those gorgeous nipples did it! Fortunately Nadia took a very understanding view of this episode. Within no time she'd got me hard again, and before very long the marriage was successfully consummated.

 

What (even at the time) struck me as being - surely - rather unusual, was that for the rest of the honeymoon I wasn't allowed to repeat the success of that first night. Nadia kept me at arm's length, claiming that she felt sure it wasn't "normal" for a husband to want to molest his wife too often, not if he really "respected" her. Well respect Nadia I certainly did. She saw to that. Having had my first fuck of my life with her I was hooked. She was my goddess. I was infatuated with her. I'd do anything for her. She was always kind and sweet to me, pulling down the zipper on my trousers, reaching inside and stroking me into a fervid state of ball-bursting desire whenever she had me alone...

only to then leave in search of a drink or a swim in the pool. I followed her everywhere like an obedient dog, waiting on her every whim, hypnotised by the slinky sway of her hips and gentle bounce of those irresistible tits.

 

Before long I found myself masturbating alone to relieve the tension. Even I couldn't

believe this. I was on my honeymoon with the most gorgeous woman on earth, yet I was being forced to wank off like some teenager to stop myself going insane with lust. Unable to possess Nadia I found myself reduced to stealing her sexy, silky panties. I spunked huge amounts of creamy white cum into her shiny knickers, imagining myself pushing my prick up her like the one and only time I'd been permitted that luxury.

 

Then I'd hide the used panties in the laundry basket, hoping no-one would look too closely!

When Nadia made it plain that in the evenings she fully intended dancing with other men after dinner, as well as me, I took it in my stride. Nadia could do no wrong, and I was determined to take a broad-minded, liberal attitude to this. At first it was just disco dancing. She never actually touched her other partners. But then as the two weeks of the honeymoon wore on, and it was plain I wasn't going to insist on either my conjugal "rights" or possessing her as an exclusive dancing partner, Nadia began staying on the dance-floor for the slower numbers too. This really did churn me up inside. I was forced to watch as my new wife allowed herself to be held tightly by handsome men who all seemed more confident and experienced than me. I sat at a side table guarding Nadia's drink, whilst she smooched with some hunk. I watched in agony as the man's hands would reach around her back and press her soft body to him.

One evening towards the end of the honeymoon I sat at my side table as a new latin-looking stranger (and yes, he was - quite literally - tall, dark and handsome) caressed my wife's bare back, pressing her sacred breasts to his broad chest. Then I noticed that he was maneuvering Nadia gradually towards the darkest part of the disco. I strained my eyes to follow their movements.  I could hardly see them through the throng of bodies, but to my absolute horror I thought I saw him kissing Nadia full on the lips.

  

  

  

 

 

I was in agony. I couldn't be sure of what I'd seen, and tried to tell myself that either I'd imagined it, or Nadia was very drunk. I thought about fighting the man.....  and decided I couldn't do it. He had looked big and muscular, and for all I knew if I tried to come between him and "his girl" he might produce a knife or worse. I was terrified for my new marriage, and scared of confronting the situation. In the end I sidled alone on to the dance-floor, and danced pathetically, with strange, agonised, nervous jerks, over in their direction.

 

My worst fears were confirmed. Up fairly close, even in the semi-darkness, I could see the man's right hand snaking up Nadia's mini-skirt and caressing the wonderful, round globes of her arse. As he stroked Nadia's bum he pulled her hips onto his, and with mounting horror I suddenly saw the vague shape of what could only be the massive bulge of an erect cock in his trousers.  Soon he had Nadia's crotch rubbing against his clearly excited phallus as they swayed to the slow music. She must be able to feel his cock rubbing against her? What on earth was she thinking? Why didn't she break off? What was I to do?

I remained almost frozen with indecision. Then the man's strong looking face bent down to Nadia's again, and they began a long, deep kiss. Oh god, I thought, he's putting his tongue into her! If he was, then Nadia was clearly not resisting. The kiss went on and on.

The man could be clearly seen working his fingers inside Nadia's panties now, and with mounting tension and horror I realised he was thrusting his fingers between her legs from behind, forcing her mound onto his engorged cock at the front, whilst all the time keeping his mouth clamped on hers. My wife was being frigged off by some latin male in front of my very own eyes! I felt my body tense up with sheer shock, but at the same time I noticed my own prick expanding. I watched transfixed as Nadia was practically fucked on the dance floor and thought of my own desires to shaft her. It was all too much. I was so confused. I wanted so desperately to fuck my wife, but if I couldn't do it I still wanted to see her getting fucked. The thought of my wife opening her legs for this man, and being filled with powerful spurts of his semen as he somehow turned her into a ?proper' fuckable woman was almost too much to bear.

 

Nadia hadn't seen me, but suddenly her partner did. He plainly noticed me staring, but his only reaction was to say, quite loudly, to my wife: "I'm going to put one finger up your arse now, and then you're going to follow me to my room!" I watched as the shadow of his forefinger made gentle thrusting movements inside her panties. Nadia groaned, a deep, hungry, sexual groan of desire. He held my wife's body to him as she wiggled her arse, impaled on his finger. Nadia's lips curled open, looking thick and sensual, as she threw her head back, clearly in ecstasy. Whether she was quite cuming or not was not clear, but to my shame _I_ did! I was conscious of the biggest erection of my life in my pants and a superb sensuous feeling in the knob-head of my cock as it pressed against the tight elastic of my pants' waistband. Then I was cuming helplessly. My spunk flooded out soaking my trousers, right there on the dance floor. It felt so good, but I almost collapsed with the joy of release. Even after cuming my shrinking dick moved slickly through the thick sliminess of my cum, and it still felt great.

My mind was in turmoil though. My wife was by now heading off to her lover's room, without ever having noticed my presence. I was helpless with jealousy, but also overwhelmed by sexual release and sheer physical pleasure. If this was what being cheated on felt like.... I was interested in knowing more!

 

 

 

Being Nadia's Husband - Part Two

 

Seeing my wife of just under two weeks leave the disco with her lover brought me out of my state of shock somewhat. I was embarassingly conscious of my semen-soaked trousers, and whilst I was pretty sure nobody would see anything in the poor light of the disco, I headed back to our honeymoon room trembling at the knees with excitement at what I had experienced. As I cleaned myself up and got ready for bed I thought about what the stranger in the disco would now be doing to Nadia, my wife. I couldn't get the thought of his huge cock opening her up out of my head. I visualised him on top of her, sucking her perfect tits into his mouth, and pushing his magnificent manhood slowly into her gently yielding love box.

 

I imagined his rough lips on hers, rubbing away her pink lipstick with his passion, as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. Then I thought about his spunk coming out of him, and jetting upwards into my wife, and her loving every minute of his penetration of her body.

 

 How would she react when she found me still awake in bed when she eventually returned, assuming that she did come back tonight at all? Would she be calm, as if nothing had happened, all the time walking around the room with that man's load inside her? I couldn't sleep and waited hours for her, waited with a throbbing cock I didn't dare attend to.

Eventually, about five o'clock in the morning, I heard a key turn in the hotel room door. I didn't say anything, but listened intently as Nadia's silent outline made its way to the side of our honeymoon bed. She was obviously trying not to wake me, but I needed to talk to her and see what kind of state she was in. I felt nervous, angry, self-pitying and hot for Nadia's body all at the same time. Steeling myself to some kind of confrontion I turned the bedside lamp on.

Nadia froze. She was just about to get into bed beside me, and looked startled. Other than surprise though she didn't look too unkempt; she'd obviously had time to groom herself after satisfying herself on that other man's cock. This was the first time I'd seen Nadia looking somewhat less than confident, and emboldened by her worried, surprised look, I built up courage to act the part of the outraged husband.

"Where the hell have you been?" I barked at her. A quick flash of anger distorted her beautiful face. Before I could say anything else the open palm of her hand slapped heavily across my cheek, her long, red nails tearing my skin like claws.

 

"Never speak to me like that again!" my wife mouthed quietly to me, barely controlled outrage quivering in her voice. This was the moment which changed my life. Even then I knew it. Should I attempt to hit Nadia? Should I show her who was going to be boss in this marriage? Or should I simply get up and leave? For a moment I hesitated, but deep down I knew what I had to do. I crawled to her, Nadia my goddess. I implored her forgiveness, and whimpered on about how I'd learn to control my stupid male jealousy, if only she'd forgive me and let me stay with her. I'd serve her loyally all my days. I'd work hard and have my pay-cheque paid into her account every month. I'd do anything, but - please Nadia - allow me to stay with you!

 

As my apologies multiplied I got more and more scared that she really would leave me, the only woman I had ever fucked! As if to prove my loyalty to her I literally crawled out of bed and knelt before her. When she said nothing at first I was afraid, but when she still said nothing I felt encouraged....  she was listening to me! I tried hard to accurately assess the effect of my every word on her, stealing glances up at her divine features from my position at her feet. It was clear she was listening, and was interested.  After a few minutes the acute anger died from her face, to be replaced by something more akin to contempt and triumph. She had won, and she knew it. A few more minutes and she was in bed beside me, staring at me, her mood by now almost contemplative.

By now I was telling her that I knew I had no right to question her movements. I had to trust my wife, and if she wanted to dance with other men, well, of course I couldn't object. If she wanted to let other men hold her, well, that was OK. If she wanted to socialise with other men in their rooms, who was I to object?

She smiled. Nadia actually smiled again. I was happy. I loved this woman who could forgive me raising my voice to her. Laying on her back Nadia spread her legs apart and motioned me to put my head between her thighs. I did so, crawling down into the bed beneath the sheet. Nadia took my hair in her hands and pulled my head up to her feminine mound of light brown hair. Then she pushed my nose into her labia and held me there.

 

The smell of sex was overpowering. I breathed in deeply, and my little, shrivelled cock began to relax and expand again. Nadia just held me there. For several minutes she said nothing, though once satisfied that I had understood that I was not to move, she let go of my hair and began gently stroking and caressing my head, and running her exquisitly sharp nails over my bare back.

As the minutes passed my heart rate slowed. I was in heaven. Nadia loved me in her own strange way, and we were finding a way of living together. I tried to show my appreciation by licking Nadia's already damp labia, but she tapped me sharply on the head until I stopped. After a few more minutes though she began talking to me again, and I learned how things were going to be between us from now on.

"You don't need to worry about Frederico," she told me firmly. "You're my husband and as long as you're loyal to me, obey me, and look after me, I'll stay with you. But you may as well know that I didn't choose you to marry me because of your body! I chose you because of your one key quality: loyalty.  I reserve my right to fuck whomsoever I choose. You'll fuck nobody without my say-so. I might choose to mate with you ocassionally. Then again I might not. Either way you're going to have to learn to control that nasty masturbating habit of yours. You needn't think I don't know all about it!"

All the while she was laying down the law Nadia stroked my head and my shoulders. She held me tight between her wonderful thighs, and every now and again pushed my nose a little harder against the wet, soft entrance to her hole. "I'll be laying down lots of rules for you," she continued, "and you'll have to enjoy obeying them if you want to stay with me.

 

"This is your first test. You may as well know that Frederico and I have been to bed together." - As if I hadn't already guessed! - "We have made love, more than once, and I enjoyed it very much. Frederico is obviously a very practiced lover, and really knows how to please a woman. He's better at it than you'll ever be! For one thing, he's really well hung. His beautiful male cock is so much bigger than yours darling; you could never compete with him. He has the most wonderful broad, flat chest, fascinating, powerful dark eyes, and balls the size of hens' eggs. His cock must be at least twice as long and thick as yours. When he put it up me I almost came straight away, he stretched me so much. When he pumped his powerful tool up and down me, he took me to heaven and back. He made me cum and cum and cum. I was his. He waited until I was exhausted by my orgasms, and _then_ he spunked me. It was superb darling.

 

I could feel his massive balls dangling between my legs, and feel them tightening as he got ready to fill me with his load. When he ejaculated I was too tired to cum again, but he looked me in the eyes as his semen gushed out of his giant prick into me, telling me I was his, and  I knew it was true.

 

After he'd finished cuming he made me lick his lovely tool clean.

 

 In between stuffing his cock in my mouth he made me promise not to allow you sex until he said so, but I know you love me, and I know you'll enjoy waiting for me darling.

"Now! Prove to me you accept all this by sucking me off. My pussy is full of Frederico's creamy white spunk of course, but I want you to suck me really hard all the same, and no playing with yourself either!"

 

With that Nadia raised my chin a little and slid down the bed just a fraction. Before I had time to think her mound was pressing on my mouth. I found my tongue beginning to work on her, opening her luscious passage way.  Inexpertly I fought to breathe and pleasure my dominant woman at the same time. Then I tasted the spunk. It was true, he really had filled her up. She was full of it. Thick, stringy blobs of cum plastered my lips, and I was forced to drink it down. The taste wasn't too bad, but the thought that this was another man's milk I was sucking from my own wife's cunt had my prick rock hard. How I wanted to get on top of Nadia and plunge my own weapon into her hole, joining my own liquid to his. I thought about my own, apparently rather slim and inadequate, penis sliding through the semen-rich slickness of Nadia's vagina, but I had to accept it wouldn't be allowed.

Eventually Nadia came and pronounced herself satisfied that I'd proved my loyalty to her. "This is only the beginning though," she was keen to explain. "I've got plans to keep my little husband a proper, respectable, chaste little husband, and I'm sure he'll enjoy them! There are ways for wives to keep cuckolded husbands happy and faithful which will still allow me to keep my promise to Federico. They may seem a bit strange at first, but I'm sure you'll come to thank me for keeping you in a permanent state of sexual tension. You and I may be going on a little shopping trip tomorrow, so bring your credit cards darling; I want to spend some of our money on keeping you happy!"

With that I was told to go to sleep now, but though Nadia was soon peacefully sleeping, and I was totally exhausted from the previous few hours of nervous tension and lack of sleep, my aching balls just would not let me rest. That and the thought of what on earth it might be that Nadia want'd to buy me tomorrow! One thing was clear to me though: I had just let Nadia take charge of my life, humiliate me in ways which most men would never accept, and yet I felt only a profound happiness, almost elation, conquering what remained of my infantile jealousy. Nadia had promised to keep me hers forever if I obeyed her, and that was all that mattered to me!

  

continue - part 3

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