Subject:	Being Nadia's Husband - Part Three
From:	an418193@anon.penet.fi
Date:	Fri, 22 Dec 1995 08:54:43 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 Three
by The English Cuckold

The following morning both Nadia and I slept in late. We were both tired after
the events of the previous night, and Nadia didn't even wake up until about
11 o'clock. I awoke with an unrelieved massive hard-on about half past nine, but I
remembered Nadia had said something about me not masturbating, and I was not
about to risk her anger. Instead I lay in bed next to my marital Mistress for
over an hour, absorbing the warmth of her soft, feminine body, and thinking
about her and Frederico, her latin looking lover of the previous evening. I had
decided that I enjoyed obeying Nadia, even when she was forbidding me sex,
but I felt a great deal more uncertain about Frederico's role in this complicated
situation. _He_ had said Nadia was not to permit me sex until _he_ said so. Who
was he to say such a thing? Certainly Nadia was clearly taken with his body, but
I was still Nadia's husband, I told myself. It was one thing being made to wait
an indefinite period for sex by your wife, quite another when ordered about,
even indirectly, by her lover.

Yet what could I do about it? Nothing! Time though, I told myself, was on my
side. Our honeymoon trip would be coming to an end in a couple of days, and we
would have to return to England, dreary gray Liverpool skies, and some kind of
blessed normality. At least Frederico would be left behind! Nadia would no doubt
continue to assert her newly established right to copulate with whomsoever she
chose from time to time, but I'd be used to the idea by then, and perhaps I'd be
able to figure out ways to deal better with the situation.

When Nadia awoke, she reminded me about her proposed shopping trip, after
first flicking the still engorged knob of my prick with her long, pink-painted
finger-nails and laughing dismissively. "Put little Willy away," she told me. "I
don't want my reputation ruined by anyone spotting my husband's inadequacies!" I
grimaced at the insult, but wisely kept quiet. "Good boy" she reassured me.
"Don't worry. You mustn't play with him, but we'll get some things today which
will make your temporary chastity a little bit easier on you". Nadia always
had enjoyed being mysterious!

After a late breakfast we were on our way to the local resort shopping centre.
"The shops aren't brilliant darling," Nadia pouted at me, "but I'm pretty sure
they'll have what I've got in mind to begin your training". I'd been too busy
enjoying looking at Nadia's carefully made up lips to concentrate much on what
she was saying, but that word "training" grabbed my attention. "Just walk one
step behind me, and don't speak unless spoken to, unless it's really necessary".
I heard her words, but I could hardly believe she was talking to me like this,
and in public! Part of me felt angry, but her treatment  of me seemed to be
making my cock stir again, so I just nodded obediently.

Before long we arrived at a women's "lingerie and bridal accessories" shop.
After a brief study of the shop's windows Nadia led me inside. I enjoy looking
at women's underwear as much as any red-blooded male, and my eyes drank in
the mannequins in their tight, stretchy panties and under-wired brassieres. Most
had wigs and had even had the faces made up. They really looked quite fetching.
While my eyes wandered over to a tall, slim tailor's dummy with long legs and
rather large breasts, decked out in sheer black stockings, black satin knickers,
and a beautiful lacy basque, Nadia attracted a sales' assistant. "I'm interested
in a standard, firm-control panti-girdle," I heard her say. "I want something
that's a fairly full design, but in a small size, perhaps a 26/28 inch waist?"
The sales' girl promptly disappeared under the counter and returned a few
seconds later with several packages.

"This is the Berlei, Madame," she explained. "It has an extra firm control panel
at the front. 79% nylon polymide, 21% elastane, available in black or white
only." I was inwardly cringing. Nadia meant me to control by male appendage
by crushing it, it seemed! Still, I liked the black.

"The white'll do fine," Nadia decided. "I'll take two, one in a 26 inch, one in
a 28." I kept quiet, not daring to express an opinion. Nadia told me to pay,
and within half an hour we were back at the hotel.

"Well done," my wife congratulated me when we were back in our room. "You
didn't protest, which is just as well mind you, because I was going to tell the
sales' assistant who the panti-girdles were for if you had!" In no time she had me
trying on the girdles over my cotton briefs. When I'd got one on, after somewhat
of a struggle with the tight, constricting garment, to my surprise Nadia put her
slim hand down the back of my girdle, reached between my legs, grabbed my
crushed but semi-erect penis, and pulled it hard backwards, so that my knob
was practically sticking up my own bum. Then she pulled the girdle up my legs
another inch. My balls seemed to have almost disappeared inside my body. The
effect was a little uncomfortable until my semi-erection wore off, but from the
front my hips  now looked quite feminine. 

"You'll wear one of these girdles from now on" I was informed. "I don't think
you'll be chatting up many other women while you've got a panti-girdle on
underneath your trousers, will you darling? And I don't expect you'll be getting
any silly ideas about challenging any of my men friends to a fight or anything
silly either, will you? When you go to the bathroom you'll have to use a
cubicle, and remember, I'll be checking all the time to make sure that nice,
tight, firm-control panel is still in place helping you keep yourself under
control, so no cheating, or I'll never make love to you again, OK? Eventually
you can buy yourself a whole range of corsetry perhaps, but this will do for
now. Wear one in bed as well, whether I'm there or not. It'll help you resist
being naughty and touching yourself up. My little husband must keep all his pent
up spunk in his balls for his wife, mustn't he darling?" she concluded as she
kissed me fully on the lips, deeply and sensously. My cock hardly stirred so
constricted was it, though I still felt a rush of lust for Nadia's body.

The rest of the day proceeded relatively normally, but when evening approached,
I was informed that my wife had a dinner date with Frederico, and that I was not
invited, though "if I behaved myself, one day I might be!" A pang of jealously
ran through me, but then the thought occurred to me that with Nadia out of the
room, I could at least wank myself off if I wanted to. I could always put the
panti-girdle back on afterwards, I told myself, and Nadia wouldn't know anything
about it. Unfortunately Nadia seemed to have the same thought. After a snack and
being ordered to relieve myself, Nadia left for her date with Frederico, having
first got my agreement to my wrists being manacled in front of me with my own
thin leather belt. It was quite comfortable, except that I had to flex my wrists
every few minutes to keep the blood flowing to my hands and avoid a bad case
of pins and needles. Although my hands were tied at my front, my prick was
firmly folded away behind me, and I found I couldn't stimulate it at all, no matter
how hard I stretched my fingers! She had done it! I was in a crude form of
chastity belt. It was 100% effective, and I was entirely dependent upon my wife for my
release. I supposed that in an emergency I might be able to work the leather
over a knife, but if I cut the belt Nadia would discover my crime. I was
caught.

As the hours passed I could not help but imagine Nadia's romantic evening.
Sometimes as I grew excited visualising Frederico's renewed seduction of my wife
I felt I was almost cuming, but it was impossible. The panti-girdle held my cock
under lock and key, and a pathetic semi-erection was the best I could manage. I
could rub my frustrated knob through the girdle on the edge of a table or other
object, but I couldn't get enough friction to really pleasure myself. I had felt
sorry for myself having to wank into my wife's knickers on my own honeymoon
to gain relief; now I couldn't even do that! Frederico would be shafting Nadia
before long I knew, pumping as much spunk into another man's wife as he cared
to, making her orgasm again and again on his massive latin cock, whilst I
couldn't even give myself a hand-job any more. For a short time I cried, but I
felt I loved Nadia more than ever, and she had hinted that she'd give me some
sexual relief at some stage, hadn't she?

About midnight I got a shock. A key rattled in the hotel room door. I hadn't
expected Nadia back so soon! My panti-girdle and belt were still firmly in
place, so that was OK. I hoped Nadia was OK. She was. And so was Frederico.
She had invited him back to our room - I couldn't believe it. Shamed by my bonds
I tried to hide my hands, but Nadia already had the light on and was introducing
me! "This is my husband," she explained. "You said you wanted to meet him
Fredi... well here he is, trussed up and ready like you said!" I felt a wave of
cold shock come over me, and collapsed to my knees, my bound arms sticking out
helplessly in front of me. "Stand up darling," I heard my wife's voice floating
somewhere. "Don't worry. Fredi won't hurt you. I made him promise. And I want
to take your trousers off so we can see your girdle".

With that Nadia hauled me to my feet, loosened the belt in my trousers, pulled
down the zip of my fly, and let my trousers fall to the floor. Of course the
panti-girdle was still there, making me look like a pansy. I couldn't believe my
nice, normal, middle-class Nadia was doing this to me. "Now sit in the chair
darling" she continued. "Fredi wants to fuck me on our bridal bed, and he wants
you to watch". I struggled to obey, and saw Nadia fall on the bed with Fredi.
Quickly he was at her, one hand manipulating a gorgeous breast through her
blouse and bra, whilst the other held her head to his as he tongue kissed her.
Having got things under way Fredi then appeared to want to take things slowly.
Before my very eyes my wife's clothing was removed, ever so slowly, item by
item, until she was naked before him. First her thin, almost transparent blouse
went, then her tight, short skirt was unzipped from the side and allowed to
fall. Nadia was wearing a suspender belt and very expensive, sheer stockings.
Her panties stayed on for a while as this hunk of a latin male rubbed two
powerful fingers over Nadia's crotch. She allowed him to masturbate her. His
lips sucked her tits through the shiny material of her bra, making her nipples
stand out. Nadia's hips ground backwards and forwards on his hand as her
eager mouth sort his.

Next her panty-briefs were removed, and Fredi turned sideways on the bed for a
few minutes to give my wife a good tonguing between her legs. I could only watch
in horror as she ground her cunt into his face. Then came the stockings and
suspender belt. The stockings were flung in my direction, and I maneuvered them
to my face, smelling Nadia's female scents as her more virile lover continued to
prepare her to receive his liquid. Finally Nadia's brassiere was removed,
leaving my wife stark naked before the still fully clothed Frederico. Now Nadia
sat up a bit, and unzipped the man's fly. I followed her every movement as her
hand went inside his trousers and pulled out that gigantic cock. I could see his
balls now, huge and round, protruding from his clothing. Nadia bent her face to
his cock and proceeded to suck him into her mouth, at least as best she could.
Her pink lipsticked lips worked themselves up and down his bulbous knob, as
well as as much of his massive shaft as she could manage.

I wanted to cum desperately, but could do nothing, except watch, fascinated. In
a few more minutes Fredi was nude also, and I knew I was about to watch my wife
get well and truly fucked by another man's cock.  Fredi's huge tool protruded
like a flag-pole from his body. I couldn't help but stare at it's length and
thickness, calculating it to be at least twice the size of mine. I began to feel
really seriously inadequate. No wonder Nadia preferred other men. Perhaps I
couldn't really blame her for going to real men for sex. How could I even dream
of filling her up properly after she'd been stretched open by a monster cock
like that? I felt that if I were a woman, I'd probably want a proper man's cock too!

Nadia now grabbed her new man's penis and guided it to her lips again. Her
beautifully painted, sexy, feminine lips curled around his knob. Then she was
licking it, up and down, up and down, whilst gently manipulating her lover's
balls in her hand. Next those balls disappeared into Nadia's mouth, one after
the other, as she sucked hard on her male's scrotal sac. Fredi was in ecstasy,
groaning wildly as Nadia's tongue played with his testicles. After a few minutes
of this, during which - to my amazement - Frederico's cock seemed to lengthen
and fill out yet another inch, Nadia lay down on the bed, opened her legs, and
guided her man into her body. I watched paralyzed with lust as the gigantic male
member nudged open my wife's cunt, and then began to disappear from sight inside
her. Suddenly Frederico seemed to lose control. He began to rut like a desperate
animal, thrusting his weapon again and again up Nadia's slippery hole. Faster
and faster he fucked her. Nadia looked elated. "Yes, yes. Do it to me. Fuck me.
Make me cum. Spunk me Fredi, I want you," she moaned. Within seconds Fredi
was doing as invited and ejaculating his spunk into my wife. He really shoved
hard at Nadia as he came, holding her shoulders down forcibly on the bed as he
delivered his load into her, her tits wobbling and rippling with each male
orgasmic thrust. In a way it was a beautiful sight, but I was an emotional
wreck, and I could feel my own little cock trying and failing to grow beyond
about three or four inches inside the imprisoning panti-girdle. 

Somewhere deep inside of me a very small part of my ego was still alive and
wanting to fight for Nadia, but mainly I felt crushed and defeated. Fredi had
fucked Nadia, but Nadia had fucked my mind, my soul. She had shown me that she
could do anything she wanted to me, humiliate me in any way she liked, rob me of
my manhood, and yet _still_ I would love her, depend upon her, crawl to her. I
felt almost as if Nadia had tricked me into allowing her to cut my balls off,
yet somehow I was proud of her for doing that to me. What a woman, what a
goddess! I had sold my soul to her and I was glad about it. I only wanted to
discover more of life with this wonderful woman. What else could she possibly
dream up for our marriage? Whatever it might be I was going to give it a
chance!

To be continued.
The English Cuckold