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