Subject:	Being Nadia's Husband - Part Four
From:	an418193@anon.penet.fi
Date:	Sat, 23 Dec 1995 22:39:41 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 Four
by The English Cuckold

I was (quite literally) in a state of shock. I had just been forced to witness
my bride being taken by her virile, latin lover. Frederico had finished with her
for now. Lazily and full of manly confidence he withdrew his still huge and well
lubricated cock from up my wife. I watched intently, noting every thick globule
of spunk on his shiny knob as it reappeared from within Nadia's shapely body.
When he stood up, leaving Nadia prone on our honeymoon bed, his member
bounced in the air before him, still about three-quarters erect, and enjoying the
freedom which my own pathetic willy was denied, being held tightly confined
inside the new, over-small sized panti-girdle my wife had made me buy earlier
that day. I had a sudden horrible thought that maybe the girdle had been Fredi's
idea, and probably the belt too, which held my wrists together before me. I was
trussed like a turkey, and almost felt like I'd been slaughtered. Every muscle
in my body felt rigid with shock. I felt light-headed, almost as if I might
faint at any moment. 

Nadia moaned quietly in a satisfied, exhausted tone. The noise drew my eyes from
Frederico's phallus back to the body of this woman who was legally mine, but
whose slave it was clear I had become. She was laying on her back with her
superb, perfectly smooth thighs spread wantonly apart. As I watched she shifted
a little, and a thread of her man's cum slowly slid from inside her and began to
slither down her cunt lips on to the bed. Fredi's eyes had followed mine and he
guffawed loudly. Then, for the first time, he spoke to me rather than Nadia.
"Looks like you've been well and truly put in your place, doesn't it?" he
smirked at me. "I've always wanted to have another man's bride, and now I've
done it. I don't know why women bother marrying pansy wimps like you. Must be
for the money or the security I suppose. Well she'll never be satisfied with
your little prick again now you know. I've shown her what it's really like to be
taken by a man. She won't want your pathetic efforts any more!"

I didn't dare say a word. Fredi looked broad-chested, strong and muscular. I had
my wrists tied together. He had just fucked my wife in front of me and I'd done
nothing. I wasn't about to do anything rash now. It was still a shock though
when this potent, nude male walked over to me, lifted me out of my chair, held
me to him, and kissed me full on the lips. I struggled to escape but resistance
was hopeless. One arm was all it took Fredi to hold me in his iron embrace. I
felt nothing as his lips fastened on mine, neither stimulation nor
repugnance.... only sheer fright! In a second his free hand was on the crotch of
my Berlei panti-girdle, his strong fingers reaching between my legs, following
the slim form of my ensheathed penis. He rubbed my encased knob vigorously
for a few seconds, and then let me go. I fell to my knees. My world was collapsing.

On the edge of consciousness I heard Nadia say: "Leave him alone Fredi. You
promised me you wouldn't hurt him."

"I'm not hurting you little pansy, am I now?" Fredi cooed at me. "Don't worry,
I'm not a homosexual, and I'm not going to rape you, but you have to show me
you accept my right to shaft your wife any time I like. You know, dominant male,
that sort of thing. No.... maybe you don't, but you're going to learn quick!"

With that Fredi got close to me again. His prick had cooled to about half it's
previous maximum size by now. It was dangling loosely in front of what women
would no doubt refer to as his "well hung" testicles. With horror it dawned on
me that having collapsed on to my knees, my mouth was now within about two
inches of his knob. "Suck me," Fredi commanded. "Take my knob in your pretty
little mouth and suck me. It's your responsibility as Nadia's husband you know!
You really should see to it that you keep her lover's cock nice and big for her.
Lick my penis, and when it's hard again we'll see what Nadia wants me to do
with it, shall we?"

I started shaking. My nerves had gone completely. "Careful Fredi", Nadia said
quietly.

"Look little man," Fredi responded, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to
force you to do anything you don't want to. Look, I'll even let you go if you
want." With that he reached forward and, with a sharp tug, undid the belt
buckle imprisoning my wrists. I was free!

"Thank you Fredi", Nadia congratulated her man. She stood up now and, after
rummaging in a drawer for a moment, pulled on a pair of lacy red french knickers
and matching bra. I hardly dared look at her anymore. I felt as if I'd lost the
right even to ogle my wife's body. "You're still my husband," I heard her say.
"Look at me!" I looked. Tears were in my eyes but I was too emotionally used
up to cry. "Tell me you love me" she commanded. I obeyed, in a high-pitched,
squeaky voice I didn't recognise as mine. "Again!"

"I love you Nadia," I managed. "I'll always love you, and adore you, and need
you." 

"That's better," she told me. Then she came over to me, and knelt beside me.
Gently she pushed her breast to my mouth. "Suck me" I was told. "Put your arms
around me. Hold me, and suckle my breast." Hardly conscious of what I was
doing, yet knowing that with every moment that passed I was making myself more
dependent upon her, I obeyed. My arms went around Nadia's shoulders, and she
slid me on to my back like a baby so that she could feed me her tit. Taking my
weight on her thighs, she allowed me to suckle through her bra. Then she slipped
the nipple from under the material and pushed it into my mouth. For a good five
minutes I suckled gently. Gradually I came round a bit. I still felt confused,
but now instead of being frightened I began to experience a sense of being
comforted and cared for. A huge weight seemed to ease from my mind. Nadia did
love me. 

When, with her free hand, Nadia began gently to stimulate my crotch, I relaxed
even more. There was no chance of cuming unless she removed the girdle from
me of course, but once again lust began to violate my senses. All this time Fredi
had remained standing next to Nadia. Now she sat me up again, and reached for
Fredi's penis. I was made to face Nadia, who was now sitting cross-legged, on my
knees, with Frederico standing almost over us. Once more Nadia made me lean
forward and take her gorgeous, round, feminine breast between my lips, this time
through her bra again. After only twenty seconds or so Nadia reached out with
one hand and grasped Fredi's limp cock. I watched open-eyed as she manipulated
his foreskin back and forth only inches away from me. Gradually his manhood
began to expand afresh. Before his shaft could rear up too far, Nadia took her
free hand and held my head to it's nipple sucking task. Then with her other hand
still on Fredi she guided his knob towards me. Slowly she rubbed his penis up
and down on the smooth material of her bra, first on the breast further from me,
then transferring his expanding shaft to the same globe I was suckling. Now his
knob was only an inch from my lips, indenting the same bra cup I was sucking.

"Remember," Nadia told me. "Fredi wasn't lying. We don't want you to do anything
you don't want to. But I love you, and I want you to suck Fredi's cock to show
me how much you love me! It'll be an incredibly erotic sight for me if you do
it. I want to see you suck Fredi for me. But I want you to want to do it
darling. It's really quite enjoyable. Believe me, I've tried it. I'm going to
put Fredi's cock in your mouth now, so if you keep sucking my tit that means
you agree to sucking his cock, OK?"

I was helpless. I couldn't reject Nadia by refusing to suckle her breasts. I
needed her. I could see Nadia's painted thumb and finger-nails holding on to
Fredi's knob. The seconds passed, and I couldn't stop sucking Nadia. She brought
her lover's cock right up to my mouth. Then it was thrusting aside her breast
and I found myself tonguing an erect phallus. Nadia shifted her position
slightly and held my head in her hands. My lips found that a thick, fat cock,
slickened by my own saliva, was thrusting backwards and forwards through them.
"Good boy" Nadia encouraged me. Fredi began to enjoy himself. His thrusts got
deeper, until his knob was penetrating the top of my throat each time he pushed
hard. I was in a daze, but when Nadia reminded me to suck and lick her lover's
cock, I did so. 

Before I knew what was happening he seemed to be getting ready to cum. His
thrusts were bringing his balls to my lips now. Nadia held my head firmly. Then
Fredi cried out: "Yes, Nadia, yes. Hold him, I'm going to do him!" Three more
hard, quick thrusts, and then Fredi held his cock in position. My jaw muscles
were aching with being forced open so long, but I thrilled as his powerful
phallus began to quiver in my mouth. His knob was blocking my throat and I could
hardly breathe, but dimly I was aware he was cumming. At first I felt nothing,
but when after a minute he withdrew, the salty, musky taste of cum was on my
tongue. He had indeed mouth fucked me. Nadia released my head and turned me
around to look into my eyes. I had been filled with another man's cum for her.
Gently she kissed me on the lips, her tongue snaking out and savouring a real
man's juices. I noticed her nipples were rock hard as she joined her tongue to
mine, both of us tasting Fredi's semen together.

When she broke off there was a look of triumph in her eyes. I was rewarded for
my obedience to her desires by having my girdle removed at last. Nadia explained
that this would be a rare treat for me, but that in the circumstances she was
sure Fredi wouldn't mind(!). I was given Nadia's panties and told to put them in
my mouth and suck on them. Then I was ordered to masturbate in front of both
Nadia and Fredi. This I did, shooting a huge load of pent up spunk into my hand.
I had wanted to use a pair of Nadia's knickers to wank into but was denied that
pleasure. Inevitably my liquid dripped off my hand, so Nadia ordered me to rub
it into my body, and then take a shower, before getting back into a clean
girdle!

For the remainder of that night I slept on the floor by Nadia and Fredi's bed.
Fredi tied up my hands again "to stop me wanking in the night". This was just
as well, because in the morning when I awoke it was to the noises of Frederico
in rut again, shafting Nadia hard and long. I could do nothing but lay there,
listen, and imagine this man making my wife cum on his cock. I no longer even
dreamt for a moment of trying to make him stop. He had fucked my mouth after
all, ejaculated his manly sperm down my throat, and I probably even still had
his spunk in my stomach! I was as much his as Nadia was. When he eventually
left to go back to his own room I was almost sad to see Nadia's lover leave us.
She was in such a good mood after being satisfied by him, and she allowed me to
have my wrists freed, and to snuggle up in bed with her for an hour before a very
late breakfast. Of course the girdle stayed where it was, but Nadia rubbed my
little prick through the tight, elasticated garment a bit, and I felt I was in
heaven! I had been required to prove my love to this woman, and I had done it.
In the future she could do what she liked with me, and I knew I'd enjoy it. What
could England bring after this? What would we tell our friends we did on our
honeymoon? I snuggled up to Nadia's warm breasts and dreamed of a long life
of slavery.

THE END
......But look out for "Nadia in England" in 1996!
The English Cuckold