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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ My Wife Nadia (MF, cuckold) The English Cuckold (an418193@anon.penet.fi) *** Copyright (c) 1995 - The author reserves all rights to this work and furthermore restricts distribution to non- commercial free sites. All others must obtain written permission from the author. When I was young I was a fool. I'd gone all the way to Russia to find a wife and to my surprise I'd found a beauty. I wined and dined my fantasy woman and when she accepted my proposal I was in heaven. When my future wife to be refused full sexual intercourse before the marriage day, I assumed this was quite normal, respectable behaviour on her part, the natural reaction of a nice, middle class Russian girl true to her upbringing. Only later did I discover that Nadia wasn't "respectable" at all! At the time though I couldn't see past the smooth curves of her ample breasts, tightly constrained beneath her thin, skin-hugging tops, or separate my gaze from the marvelous mounds of her perfect, round and inviting buttocks. Nadia loved to encourage me to play with her breasts. She'd laugh at my nervous, still almost adolescent, fumbling attempts to "feel up" her tits, but she almost always allowed my wandering hands to find their way under her stretched woolen jumper. How I loved to feel the weight of her globes in the palms of my hands. Touching and stroking the incredibly taught smooth nylon of her bra cups made my stomach turn flip- flops! Even today I get a kick out of thinking back to how my unsteady finger-tips would gradually work nearer and nearer to the engorged, protruding firmness of her nipples. Nadia liked me to work her large and prominent nipples between my fingers, rolling them around through the thin, silky material of the brassiere. Of course I'd get a huge erection, but I was never allowed to relieve myself in her presence in any way, never mind actually fuck her. "Wait until we're married darling, then I'll make you happy" was her watchword. She'd keep me pleasuring her divine, feminine orbs for ages, with my balls getting bluer by the minute, and my pre-cum wetting my underwear, but I never dared risk upsetting this goddess by suggesting going any further. Every night in bed I'd wank myself silly thinking of her. Just imagining being allowed to actually suck those huge nipples was enough to make me cum with huge gushes of wasted spunk spurting into my hand. The day finally came when Nadia consented to marry me. I walked down the isle with a penis like an iron rod in my trousers, thinking about getting Nadia into bed at last on the honeymoon, but fortunately I was able to arrange my clothing so that it wasn't too noticeable. In any case, everybody was looking at Nadia, resplendent in layers of virgin white, rather than at me. The honeymoon first night went off reasonably well. I came too soon of course, in fact before I'd even managed to get Nadia undressed. Yes, just sucking on those gorgeous nipples did it! Fortunately Nadia took a very understanding view of this episode. Within no time she'd got me hard again, and before very long the marriage was successfully consummated. What (even at the time) struck me as being - surely - rather unusual, was that for the rest of the honeymoon I wasn't allowed to repeat the success of that first night. Nadia kept me at arm's length, claiming that she felt sure it wasn't "normal" for a husband to want to molest his wife too often, not if he really "respected" her. Well respect Nadia I certainly did. She saw to that. Having had my first fuck of my life with her I was hooked. She was my goddess. I worshipped her. I'd do anything for her. She was always kind and sweet to me, pulling down the zipper on my trousers, reaching inside and stroking me into a fervid state of ball-bursting desire whenever she had me alone... only to then leave in search of a drink or a swim in the pool. I followed her everywhere like an obedient dog, waiting on her every whim, hypnotized by the slinky sway of her hips and gentle bounce of those irresistible tits. Before long I found myself masturbating alone to relieve the tension. Even I couldn't believe this. I was on my honeymoon with the most gorgeous woman on earth, yet I was being forced to wank off like some teenager to stop myself going insane with lust. Unable to possess Nadia I found myself reduced to stealing her sexy, silky panties. I spunked huge amounts of creamy white cum into her shiny knickers, imagining myself pushing my prick up her like the one and only time I'd been permitted that luxury. Then I'd hide the used panties in the laundry basket, hoping no-one would look too closely! When Nadia made it plain that in the evenings she fully intended dancing with other men after dinner, as well as me, I took it in my stride. Nadia could do no wrong, and I was determined to take a broad-minded, liberal attitude to this. At first it was just disco dancing. She never actually touched her partners. But then as the two weeks of our honeymoon wore on, and it was plain I wasn't going to insist on either my conjugal "rights" or possessing her as an exclusive dancing partner, Nadia began staying on the dance-floor for the slower numbers too. This really did churn me up inside. I was forced to watch as my beautiful new wife allowed herself to be held tightly by strange men who all seemed more confident and experienced than me. I sat at a side table guarding Nadia's drink, whilst she rubbed her body against some hunk. I watched in agony as the man's hands would reach around her back and press her soft body tightly to him. One evening towards the end of our honeymoon I sat at my table as a new Latin-looking stranger (and yes, he was - quite literally - tall, dark and handsome) caressed my wife's bare back, pressing her sacred breasts to his broad chest. Then I noticed that he was maneuvering Nadia gradually towards the darkest part of the dance floor. I strained my eyes to follow their movements. I could hardly see them through the throng of bodies, but to my absolute horror I thought I saw him kissing Nadia full on the lips. I was in agony. I couldn't be sure of what I'd seen, and I tried to tell myself that either I'd imagined it, or Nadia was very drunk. I thought about fighting the man... but decided I couldn't do it. He had looked big and muscular, and for all I knew if I tried to come between him and "his girl" he might produce a knife or worse. I was terrified for my new marriage, and scared of confronting the situation. In the end I sidled alone on to the dance-floor, and danced pathetically, with strange, agonized, nervous jerks, over in their direction. My worst fears were confirmed. Up fairly close, even in the semi-darkness, I could see the man's right hand snaking up Nadia's mini-skirt and caressing the wonderful, round globes of her arse. As he stroked Nadia's bum he pulled her hips onto his, and with mounting horror I suddenly saw the vague shape of what could only be the massive bulge of an erect cock in his trousers. Soon he had Nadia rubbing against his clearly excited phallus as they swayed to the slow music. She must be able to feel his cock rubbing against her? I thought. What on earth was she thinking? Why didn't she break off? What was I to do? I remained almost frozen with indecision. Then the man's strong looking face bent down to Nadia's again, and they began a long, deep kiss. Oh god, I thought, he's putting his tongue into her! If he was, then Nadia was clearly not resisting. The kiss went on and on. I could be clearly see him working his fingers inside Nadia's panties now, and with mounting tension and horror I realised he was thrusting his fingers between her legs from behind, forcing her mound onto his engorged cock at the front, whilst all the time keeping his mouth clamped on hers. My wife was being frigged off by some Latin lover in front of my very own eyes! I felt my body tense up with sheer shock, but at the same time I noticed my own prick expanding. I watched transfixed as Nadia was practically fucked on the dance floor and thought of my own desires to shaft her. It was all too much. I was so confused. I wanted so desperately to fuck my wife, but if I couldn't do it I still wanted to see her getting fucked. The thought of Nadia opening her legs for this man, and being filled with powerful spurts of his semen as he somehow turned her into a "proper" fuckable woman was almost too much to bear. Nadia hadn't seen me, but suddenly her partner did. He plainly noticed me staring, but his only reaction was to say, quite loudly, to my wife: "I'm going to put one finger up your arse now, and then you're going to follow me to my room!" I watched as the shadow of his forefinger made gentle thrusting movements inside her panties. Nadia groaned, a deep, hungry, sexual groan of desire. He held my wife's body to him as she wiggled her arse, impaled on his finger. Nadia's lips curled open, looking thick and sensual, as she threw her head back, clearly in ecstasy. Whether she was cumming or not was not clear, but to my shame I did! I was conscious of the biggest erection of my life in my pants and a superb sensuous feeling in the knob-head of my cock as it pressed against the tight elastic of my pants waistband. Then I was cumming helplessly. My spunk flooded out soaking my trousers, right there on the dance floor. It felt so good, but I almost collapsed with the wonderful release. Even after cumming my shrinking dick moved slickly through the thick sliminess of my cum, and it still felt great. My mind was in turmoil though. My wife was by now heading off to her lover's room, without ever having noticed my presence. I was helpless with jealousy, but also overwhelmed by sexual release and sheer physical pleasure. If this was what being cheated on felt like... I was interested in knowing more! Continued, maybe? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 13