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I have known Amanda since we were both three years old. She lived next door, and our divorced mothers were the best of friends. My sister Jane and her sister Julie were four years older than us, and they went about together while Amanda and I played games.

 

Even at that age, Amanda was the dominant one of the two of us. She always decided what games we played, and I always went along with her. I think even at that young age I knew I loved her, and wanted to be with her all the time. My feelings got gradually stronger as we both grew up,

and by the time we were sixteen I was totally besotted. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, with long brown hair, pretty face and a gorgeous figure. She had large firm breasts, small waist, broad curvy hips and a prominent ass. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and were fleshy

and nicely shaped.

 

Throughout our growing up, both mothers had regularly talked about the possibility of our being married one day. I think they began to have doubts when we got older because, although Amanda had developed beautifully, I was something of a runt. I was short and slight, with a somewhat

effeminate appearance and both our mothers began to feel that I would not be man enough for the lively, feisty Amanda. Despite this, when we reached the age of nineteen I asked Amanda to marry me, and a meeting was called between our two families.

 

Once again, our mothers expressed their concern at my ability to be a good strong husband for

Amanda. However, she in her usual forthright way conceded that I was a weak, indecisive wimp and a sissy, but felt she could make a decent husband of me. After much debate, it was decided that we would be allowed to marry when we had turned twenty. During the year or so we were engaged, it was made clear to us that there would be no sex. Amanda accepted this happily, but at any time we found ourselves alone, she would whip off her panties and have me lap away at her pussy for hours to relieve her sexual tension.

 

 

During these sessions I always remained fully clothed, and there was no question of Amanda seeing or touching my cock, even though I was

suffering terrible frustration.

 

Finally the wedding day arrived. It was the happiest day of my life, Amanda looked absolutely stunning and the whole day went without a hitch, up until the wedding night that is. I was so excited to have us both naked in the same bed together, that I came as soon as I entered her warm

wet pussy.

 

Amanda was not at all amused, and was quick to tell me how pathetic my performance was. She was also disappointed in my equipment; saying she could not believe anyone could have a penis that small.  She was right about that, my dick is not thick, and barely three inches long

when erect. From that night on, sex with Amanda was strictly rationed, and I was only allowed to enter her after prolonged bouts of oral stimulation from me. She resolutely refused to even touch my dick, and told me that sucking the tiny thing was out of the question for her.

 

Apart from the lack of sex, the marriage went quite well during the first year, provided Amanda got her own way in everything we did. She made all the decisions, and any protests or suggestions of mind were waved aside. The turning point, which I will never forget, came on our first anniversary.

 

I had arranged a surprise dinner for Amanda and I at a swish restaurant, and I dashed home after work very excited ready to tell her to get dressed up. To my surprise, she was already in the bedroom, dressed in sexy black underwear about to put on a new black dress. Her hair had been done perfectly, and she was wearing makeup. I thought at first that she had guessed about my surprise, and asked her what was going on.

 

"I have to have dinner with a potential client tonight," she advised me.

 

Amanda had a junior post in a local advertising firm, which did not normally involve her speaking to clients so I was a little perplexed. I asked her why she had to go.

 

"My manager said the man likes the ladies, so he thought a pretty girl like me would keep him happy and make him more likely to sign with us," she explained, as she picked up her dress.

 

"But it is our anniversary," I protested. "I thought we could have a special night, just the two of us."

 

"It will have to wait," she replied rather coldly. "This is important to my company."

 

"Well who is this guy you are meeting?" I asked, already feeling very jealous at the thought of my lovely wife out with another man.

 

"All I know," she responded. "Is that he is guy in his thirties, and his name is Steve Adams. He owns one of the biggest companies in town." She pulled on the dress, and I looked at her in horror.

 

The dress was the skimpiest I have ever seen. Incredibly low cut, her tits were virtually spilling over the top, and down below the hem of the dress barely reached below her pussy.

 

"You are surely not going to wear that," I gasped. "It looks as if you are going out searching for sex!"

 

"Good," she responded. "That is the look my manager asked me to present. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go. Don't wait up."

 

Despite my pleas and protests, Amanda went out in the dress, and I spent a long evening worrying what was happening on her dinner date. She had not returned by midnight, so I went to bed. I could not sleep however, with my heart pounding and my imagination working overtime.

 

Just after one, I heard the front door open, and a minute or so later Amanda appeared in the bedroom. I could see immediately that she was rather drunk.

 

"Where have you been until this time?" I enquired. "I have been worried."

 

"So you should," she giggled. "I have been out getting myself fucked!" The colour drained from my face and I felt sick.

 

"Wh-what do you mean?" I stuttered, my hands and my voice shaking.

 

"Well," she went on. "Steve and I got on so well at dinner, he invited me back to his place for a nightcap. We sat talking on the sofa, and after a while he started to get very friendly."

 

"What do you mean?" I asked.

 

"Oh you know," she replied. "Kissing me, playing with my tits, sliding his hand up my skirt that sort of thing.

 

Anyway, it all got out of hand, and before I knew it he took me up to his bedroom and fucked me."

 

"Please stop saying that word," I insisted, feeling shocked and miserable.

 

"Oh but it turns me on to talk about it," she said, removing her clothes and swaggering over to the bed. She put her face close to mine.

 

"Your lawful wedded wife of exactly one year," she began. "Has just been soundly FUCKED by another man. Not just any man either. A real man, tall, well built, handsome and with a thick 11" cock. I never realized sex could be so good, he did me three times and gave me loads of cum. Look." She parted her pussy lips to reveal thick white cum bubbling inside.

 

"I can't believe you would do that," I whined, tears welling up in my eyes.

 

"Oh, don't you like it honey?" she said with mock concern. She pulled back the bedclothes to reveal my naked body and, despite my shock and despair, an erect dick.

 

"You do like it you pervert," she laughed as she saw my stiff dick. "I tell you that another man has been fucking me, and you get a hardon!"

 

"I couldn't help that," I sobbed, annoyed at the involuntary reaction. "I can't bear the thought of you with another man!"

 

"What about this then," she asked, as she took my cock in her hand for the first time. "I sucked my first cock tonight. It felt so good in my mouth, thick manly and throbbing. I felt like a real woman for the first time. I liked it so much that before I left; I sucked him until he came in my

mouth.

 

Oh, that has made your little dick throb, would you like to see me with a big cock in my mouth?"

 

I began to cry openly, while Amanda laughed, let go of my cock and got into bed.

 

"Please don't let it happen again," I begged. Amanda just laughed again, and told me to go to sleep.

 

The next evening when I got home, Amanda was again getting ready to go out. Fearing her answer, I asked where she was going.

 

"I am seeing Steve again tonight," she informed me. "I can't wait to get hold of that huge dick again, I have been soaking wet all day just thinking about it."

 

"Please don't go honey," I pleaded with her. "I don't want you to go with him, I want things to be the way they were."

 

"Don't be stupid," she scolded me. "I have had a real man now, things are never going to be the same. You are a cuckold, and that's how it will always be, get used to it." With that she picked up her bag and left.

 

Once again I was in bed when she returned just after midnight, looking disheveled and very happy. Immediately she began to gloat as she saw the miserable look on my face.

 

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "He was even better tonight, he really gave it to me. My poor cunt has taken such a pounding, if it carries on like this Steve will be taking me away from you permanently!"

 

No!" I yelled in desperation as I jumped out of bed. "Please don't leave me Amanda, I couldn't bear that." I found myself on my knees kissing her bare feet in humiliating submission.

 

"You pathetic little prick," Amanda sneered. "Get up!"

 

"Look," I told her. "I don't like it at all, but I will accept you having a boyfriend if you will stay with me. I will do anything you ask!"

 

"Really?" she replied.

 

"Anything," I confirmed.

 

"Well," she grinned. "With all the cum I have taken tonight I have a very sticky pussy. Perhaps you could lick it clean for me."

 

"Would that please you?" I asked pathetically.

 

"Yes," she responded. "And it will serve to show you your position now."

 

She removed the rest of her clothes, sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide. She then ordered me to my knees and told me to start lapping her pussy.

 

"That's it," she encouraged me. "Lick all of Steve's cum out of me, you can do that for me every time he fucks me in future."

 

I felt quite nauseous swallowing all that sticky cum, but completed the job to keep my wife happy.

 

When I was done, she pushed me away roughly and got into bed. She was asleep within seconds, but I spent another sleepless night consumed by jealousy and frustration that another man was enjoying the conjugal rights that should have been mine.

 

Next evening, Amanda told me that she had been speaking to Steve, and that he would be coming round that evening to let me know how things were to be in future.

 

"You had better be extremely respectful to him," Amanda warned me. "He despises wimps like you who are not able to hold on to their wives. Oh by the way, he wants you naked when he gets here."

 

"Why?" I asked.

 

"Don't argue, just do it!" she snapped.

 

I was sitting naked in the lounge when the doorbell rang, feeling very stupid. Amanda was upstairs, so I went to the door. As I opened it, this man mountain pushed past me and went into the lounge, with me following meekly behind.

 

"So you are the sissy Amanda had the misfortune to marry," he began, looking me up and down. "Not much of a body, and do you call that a dick?" I said nothing, just hanging my head and going very red.

 

Steve took me by the neck and slammed me against the wall.

 

"Listen wimpy," he growled. "You start showing me respect, and call me sir. Now, I said do you call that a dick?"

 

"Not really sir," I replied meekly. "It is rather small."

 

"You can say that again!" he laughed. "Now pour me a drink."

 

I could hear Amanda coming down as I poured the drink. I was just about to hand it to Steve when she came in completely naked and began to kiss her lover passionately, eagerly accepting his tongue in her mouth.

 

 

It was one thing knowing that she was being intimate with him, but

actually seeing the two of them kissing, with his big hands roughly fondling her milk white tits and ass was almost too much to bear. As I watched, he began fingering her pussy.

 

"You are soaking wet you slut!" he laughed.

 

"I know," Amanda replied. "All I have thought about all day is what you are going to be doing to me with your big cock in our bed!"

 

"Right," grinned her lover. "But first we must sort out you sissy boy husband."

 

"You are right," agreed my wife and turned to me. "If you want me to stay, you are going to have to accept that Steve is not only my boyfriend but also your master. You must do whatever he asks in order to please him. Now come and kneel in front of him." I hesitated momentarily.

 

"Don't make us ask you twice boy," Steve growled menacingly, and I quickly knelt before him.

 

Amanda undid Steve's pants and then pulled them and his underwear down to his ankles. I got my first close up view of the long thick cock that had been pleasing my wife over the last couple of days.

 

"Kiss your master's dick," ordered my wife. "Tell him what a magnificent cock he has and thank him for looking after your wife so well."

 

I pressed my lips against the still flaccid dick and repeated what my wife had said, while they both laughed at my humiliation. Amanda then told me to keep kissing it all over until it became stiff. Once it was fully erect, pointing proudly out in front of him, I was made to hold it up and

take his big balls into my mouth, one after the other and suck them.

 

"All the thick virile cum in those balls will be shooting into your mouth very soon," Amanda assured me, as she commanded me to wrap my lips around the thick head of Steve's dick and begin sucking him off.

 

Never having done this before, I felt a little clumsy, and not a little embarrassed sucking a dick in front of my wife. I did my best though, and they both seemed very pleased to see me in that

position.

 

"Come on you little sissy faggot," taunted Amanda. "Please your master, coax all that cum out of his balls. I want to see you swallow all of his baby seed."

 

After what seemed an age, Steve warned me that he was about to come and told me to get ready to swallow. Before I knew it, my mouth was flooded with a warm sticky liquid. I tried hard to swallow it all, but some dribbled down my chin.

 

"You will have to do better than that," laughed Amanda. "I can see that we are going to have to give you plenty of cocksucking practice!"

 

When I had finished my task, my wife announced that she and Steve were going to spend all night in our bed. I was to sleep on the sofa, and make sure I brought them breakfast in bed sharp at eight in the morning. They went happily upstairs, and I was kept awake for a large part of the

night by the loud noises of pleasure coming from my wife as she willingly accepted Steve's massive dick several times.

 

I entered the bedroom at eight next morning with their breakfast tray. Both were sitting up on top of the bed completely naked. My smug looking wife had her head on her lover's chest, and was stroking his leg.

 

"Just put the tray down boy," Steve instructed.

 

"Yes, and then fuck off," added Amanda, taking Steve's cock in her hand. "Unless you want to watch your wife being fucked properly!" I exited the room quickly.

 

When Steve finally came down, he told me to go up to my wife. In the bedroom, Amanda lay there with her legs spread lewdly. I could see the pool of white at the entrance to her pussy.

 

"Come on wimp," she laughed. "Fresh cum for breakfast, get your sissy face between my nice warm thighs!"

 

After that, Amanda began to see a lot of Steve, and I often found myself cleaning his cum out of her pussy or her juices from his cock after a strenuous fucking session. I was hoping it would all be kept between ourselves, and that our families would not find out about my humiliating

subservient situation. I should have known better.

 

One Saturday afternoon, Steve and Amanda had just gone up to the bedroom, and I was beginning to clean Steve's shoes. I jumped as I heard the back door open and my mother call out.

Normally both families called beforehand before paying a visit, but Mom and sister Jane had apparently decided to surprise us.

 

"Those shoes look a bit big for you," observed Mom as she and Jane came into the lounge. "Where is Amanda?"

 

Just as she said that, a loud female cry came from upstairs as Steve was obviously penetrating Amanda's pussy for the first time. This was quickly followed by a cry of "Oh God yes, fuck me Steve, give me it all!"  Mom and Jane looked at me with contempt.

 

"I get it," mom said. "A real man is upstairs fucking your wife, while you sit down here like a wuss cleaning his shoes for him. I knew you were a wimp Michael, but you really are a poor excuse for a man aren't you?"

 

"Yes," laughed my sister contemptuously. "I bet he has to wash his underwear too!"

 

I had to spend the next twenty minutes or so explaining how it started and what had happened etc, al to the accompaniment of my wife's cries of ecstasy. Eventually it all went quiet for a couple of minutes, before we all heard the sound of Steve's voice.

 

"Get up here Faggot, and clean us both up!" I looked sheepishly at Mom and Julie with a very red face.

 

"Well go on then you little cocksucker," snapped Mom. "Go and lick the cum from your wife and her boyfriend."

 

"If you ask nicely they might let you lick their asses too," said my sister sarcastically.

 

"Tell Amanda we will see her later," Mom added before they both left.

 

I went upstairs to perform my clean up duties.

 

"How are your Mom and Jane?" laughed Amanda, as I sucked on her pussy. I realized then that I had been set up, to further increase my embarrassment and humiliation.

 

It got worse the following weekend. Amanda decided to go shopping, leaving me to prepare lunch for Steve. After he had eaten and I had cleared away, he had us both strip in the dining room, pushed me to my knees and forced his dick into my mouth.

 

As I began to suck him, I heard the door open and voices in the hall. Moments later, I looked up to see Amanda, her Mom and sister Julie staring down at me and laughing. Amanda's Mom is quite a big woman with short

dark brown hair, She is attractive, like Amanda, but I have always been a little frightened of her.

Julie on the other hand is tall blonde and very slim. She too is pretty, but has a cruel streak rather like the one I had recently discovered in Amanda. Over the years we had been growing up, she had taken great delight in teasing me about my lack of muscles and effeminate appearance. She

was clearly reveling in my present predicament.

 

"You must be Steve," said Amanda's Mom cheerfully. "I see you have done a great job in turning my daughter's sissy husband into a cocksucking faggot!"

 

"Yes," agreed Steve. "Well he looks like a girly, he might as well act as one!"

 

"Right," agreed Julie. "Have you fucked his scrawny ass yet Steve?"

 

"No he hasn't," interrupted Amanda. "Maybe it is time you made him your complete bitch Steve, what do you think?"

 

"Good idea," agreed Steve, as he pulled me roughly to my feet.

 

He pulled me over to the dining table, threw me easily across it, and told me to grip the other side of the table and not let go. Meanwhile, the three women went round to the other side and sat down to get a good look at my frightened face.

Just after they sat, I felt the huge head of Steve's dick start to force itself into my asshole. It began to hurt immediately.

 

"No sir please," I begged. "It is much too big, I can't take it!"

 

"Yes you will," insisted my wife. "Ignore him Steve, fuck his virgin ass hard, we want to hear him yell!"

 

"Oh yes," agreed Julie. "Make him take it all, fuck him until he begs for mercy!"

 

Steve duly obliged, forcing his huge dick into me. It felt like he was tearing me apart, and tears were welling up in my eyes.

 

"Please stop," I sobbed. "Amanda, please make him stop, it hurts like hell."

 

"Not a chance," laughed my wife. "We are enjoying this too much, get right in him Steve, give him a fucking he will never forget!"

 

Relentlessly, Steve forced more and more of his cock into me, causing me to cry out in agony.

 

"God, this is really turning me on," gasped my mother in law, as she reached up and pulled off her panties.

 

Both her daughters agreed, and took theirs off as well. All three of them began to masturbate furiously as Steve fucked me violently and I continued to sob and plead for him to stop.

 

Finally he came and shot his load inside me.

 

After he pulled out he pushed me to my knees and had me

clean him, as the three women applauded his savage rape of me, thoroughly enjoying the sight of me sobbing like a baby.

 

After it was over, Amanda pulled out one of the items she had been shopping for. It was a simple cock cage.

 

"Steve thinks you should wear this so that you will not be tempted to try and have sex with me when he is not around. Also, it will make sure you can't jerk off while imagining the two of us fucking"

 

"How long do I have to wear this?" I asked, horrified at the thought of being restricted like this.

 

"Forever," my mother in law smiled triumphantly.

 

"Yeah," added Julie. "You are never going to get to come again wimp, think of all the frustration we are going to cause you between us! Please Amanda, let me fit it, I want to be the one to start his life of enforced celibacy."

 

Amanda laughingly agreed, and Julie quickly locked the cage on to me.

 

A little later, having thoroughly enjoyed their afternoon, mother in law and Julie left, kissing Steve and Amanda goodbye warmly and ignoring me.

 

So there it is. I am now held in utter contempt by my wife, her lover and both our families. I am told we are shortly to move into Steve's big house. I will still be near my wife, but I know that I will only be a servant, sex slave and source of fun for both of them.

 

Still, I am sure I am not the only one. There must be many tiny-dicked white wimps out there who have had their wives taken away by well-endowed black bulls, and then found themselves being humiliated and degraded by both of them.

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