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Being Nadia's Husband - Part One by The English Cuckold
(parts 2-4 full story can be found at http://cuckoldnation.org)
When I was young I was a fool. 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 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 "touch 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 was infatuated with 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, hypnotised
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 other partners. But then as the two weeks of the
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 new wife
allowed herself to be held tightly by handsome men who all seemed more
confident and experienced than me. I sat at a side table guarding
Nadia's drink, whilst she smooched with some hunk. I watched in agony as
the man's hands would reach around her back and press her soft body to him.
One evening towards the end of the honeymoon I sat at my side 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 disco. 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
tried to tell myself that either I'd imagined it, or Nadia was very
drunk. I thought about fighting the man..... and 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, agonised, 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's crotch
rubbing against his clearly excited phallus as they swayed to the slow
music. She must be able to feel his cock rubbing against her? 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. The man could be
clearly seen 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 male 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 my wife 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 quite cuming 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
cuming helplessly. My spunk flooded out soaking my trousers, right there
on the dance floor. It felt so good, but I almost collapsed with the joy
of release. Even after cuming 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!
To be continued. The English Cuckold
courtesy http://cuckoldnation.org