Subject:	Being Nadia's Husband - Part Two
From:	an418193@anon.penet.fi
Date:	Thu, 21 Dec 1995 15:02:59 UTC



DISCLAIMER

This is a fantasy story of an adult sexual nature, and is not intended to be
read by either anyone under eighteen years of age, or any adult likely to be
offended by such material. You have been warned!



Being Nadia's Husband - Part Two
by The English Cuckold

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!

To be continued.
The English Cuckold