0 comments/ 51009 views/ 2 favorites Humiliating Life of a Lotto Winner By: SpencerPow My wife Stella called down "Jessie, when the doc arrives, ask him to come right up." Stella and I fell in love at first sight just like in the movies. For me, a little guy filling shelves for years at the supermarket, it was a miracle; my wild fantasy coming true that a beautiful women could desire me. It happened for real with Stella. We make a great couple. My head reaches almost level with her shoulders thanks to new elevator built-up shoes making me look much taller. My wife's dark brown hair is styled long and I adore her green eyes. Her 34c breasts look big on a slim frame. I think Stella is one of those few women who absolutely ooze sex appeal. Loves new clothes and shoes for every occasion. Enjoys weekly salon visits for hairstyling, manicure and pedicure. Keeps fit from regular sessions with her personal trainer. Not that I mind paying off all these expenses. I was so lucky winning a major prize in the national lotto. Then had a bigger stroke of luck just one week afterwards. Meeting Stella when her car broke down outside my house. Her credit card is full every month; personal shopping plus gifts for friends and family. She is very generous. Curiously, my wife is proud of saving me money by rarely buying lingerie. She has a habit of not wearing a bra or panties. Answering the front door bell, I was greeted with a strong handshake from a tall young man in jeans and blue shirt. It was the self-styled PC Doc booked this morning to help my dear wife cure her computer problems. The expensive desktop model was quite new but she declined to send it back to the suppliers under warranty. Friends had recommended this man as very obliging. Told me to call him Doc. He immediately bounded up the staircase when I told him our computer was situated in a spare bedroom. I bustled around in the kitchen making fresh coffee to accompany my home baked cookies. On my way up to serve our visitor, I could hear my wife giggling and I was pleased to know she was in a good mood. Surprising to see that Stella was still wearing her morning robe showing a lot of cleavage. That moment, not looking where I was going, I tripped over a loose cable by the computer desk. It was a disaster. The tray somersaulted in the air. Three cups emptied hot coffee all over Doc, saturating his lap. He yelled out aloud. I dashed away to fetch a towel. When I got back, my wife was busy pulling down his jeans. She cooed, "You poor man, do hope you are not badly scalded." Grabbing the towel, she rubbed all over his soaked tight- fitting briefs revealing the profile of a sizable penis. "Oh dear. These will have to come off to see if there is any damage." A swift tug and the briefs were around his ankles. My eyes focussed on a definitely full prick, its purple head swaying. Stella gasped, reached out and pulled it to her lips. She quickly licked the tip and shaft several times. Without looking up at me, she said, "I think that's the worst of the coffee gone. Don't stand around Jessie, get his clothes in the washer before the stain can set." Leaving the room, I noticed her hand was still clasping him. So typical of my darling Stella; she's always kind and sympathetic. In the utility room, I busied myself with the detergent and machine setting for the best wash programme. The least I could do in the circumstances was to get the man's clothes laundered. Back upstairs, I found they had gone through to our en-suite bedroom. Stella was sitting on the bed with Doc kneeling in front. She was holding a silk handkerchief. More astonishing was that it was wrapped around his cock as she rhythmically eased it up and down. Her first words were, "About time you came back Jessie. This poor man may be seriously injured. You're responsible. He's engaged to Rita. They're getting married in the summer. "If Doc's manhood is damaged then I expect his medical insurers will sue you. Will take every penny we've got. We must restore his self-confidence. Prove there's no major problem. Right, so first, get some moisturising cream and massage it in." I dived into the bathroom, grabbed an open jar. "That's good Jessie. Now when I take this handkerchief off, you coat him with a handful." I felt very embarrassed. I was about to intimately touch a man. I spread the cream generously down the shaft. My wife prompted me to rub it all in. I did, down to his balls plus an extra coating over the bulb head. "Well done Jessie, I'm ready for it." I could not believe my eyes, Stella almost completely naked. The wide-open robe revealed her parted thighs, one hand touching her pussy. She reminded me of a model posing for an erotic picture. "Come on, let's get it done for nice Doc. Push it in." I stuttered, "You mean put his thing in your........." "Yes, take his penis in your hands. Place it here." A red manicured finger pointed. Doc murmured, "If you don't want to help me Jessie, just say the word." "He wants to," yelled Stella. " Do it now Jessie." I manoeuvred to feed the tip of his erect prick into my darling's love nest. "All the way please Jessie." A final squeeze got the bulbous head into her vagina. My wife fell back on the bed as Doc penetrated fully, his hands reaching under her thighs. The slow tempo changed into vigorous thrusts. My wife's legs are pointing at the ceiling, her ankles resting on his shoulders. The room filled with the sounds of grunting and moaning. I noticed how the muscular man was perspiring from his non-stop action. My own cock was a little aroused but I tried to ignore it. Stella was sacrificing her body to unwanted sex because of my clumsiness. This was not the time for me to enjoy an erection. I could teach this young man a lesson in the sex act. I can finish inside three minutes. It was taking him ages. His clenched buttocks bounced up and down. My poor wife's flesh suffered his powerful ramming. It took a long time but eventually, his body went into spasm. Stella in her always-friendly manner, screamed, "Yes, yes, yes!" They both stretched out on the bed exhausted from the shared orgasm. Doc's head rested on my wife's naked breast. He said how pleasing there was no ill effect. Doc had only one remaining worry. His fiancée always adored him coming twice every time they made love. At first, reluctant to go into details but Stella insisted. Seems Rita always gave him a blowjob for his second bout. Doc was not sure if he could ever manage that again after this morning's scalding. I rarely loose my cool but a man has to protect his dear one. I told him in a shrill voice that there was no way I would allow my wife to do that for him. I didn't care about any financial consequences. Stella smiled and blew me a kiss. "You can be so masterful at times Jessie. It's wonderful that you should volunteer to take over from me and give Doc oral sex." I started to agree until I realised the full implication of her words. I tried to argue but it was hopeless. A terrible dilemma: either I obliged Doc or my wife would be forced to do so. I climbed on the bed and reached over. Following Stella's instructions, I fondled his hairy balls. Licked the tip of his prick, smelling his manly odour. Stroking the column of flesh, I sensed a growing stiffness. I was terrified that I would fail my caring wife but made myself concentrate. His swollen prick seemed to press against my lips. I opened wide to receive the purple bulb. After a time with my lips wrapped around his erect cock, I became a little calmer. Realized that it wasn't as repulsive as I expected. My tongue detected his pee slit. The taste in my mouth was slightly salty and maybe meaty. I felt Stella's hand helpfully pressing on my neck in encouragement. I sucked hard and long. Withdrew his prick and sucked it back in again. I felt so full but managed not to choke. This sucking lasted some minutes before Doc took control. Forcefully ramming his prick in and out of my mouth. Thought he was going to kill me. He seemed to be hitting deep inside my throat, his balls slapping on my chin. Made my head jerk around like a puppet. Thought this violent assault would never stop. Then suddenly, he yelled at me: "I'm coming, get ready to swallow." Fresh hot sperm exploded, flooding my mouth and coating my tongue in a thick cream. I had to swallow again. He spurted more before slowly withdrawing his prick. I gulped down nearly all of his juices except for a trickle leaking out from the corners of my tender mouth. " It would be real friendly if you cleaned my dick up Jessie," said Doc. I dutifully licked away at the bulbous head, around and down. I managed to take one ball at a time between my lips for a quick suck. I was left with a few hairs sticking between my teeth. Stella was ecstatic to hear Doc say how much he had enjoyed the session with me. He felt fine. No damage was done from the hot coffee, which he would forget all about. Told me that I was a great cocksucker. Didn't mean that in an insulting way. It was a sincere compliment. My wife patted me on the head saying how wonderful it is to have such a talented cocksucker for a husband. Doc remembered that he had a spare pair of jeans in his car and must leave for his next appointment. The computer problem was merely a loose connection. He would charge only the basic fifty pounds call out. My always-generous wife insisted I make the cheque out for a level hundred. We waved him goodbye. After I closed the front door, Stella causally mentioned that Doc had promised to service her regularly. Of course, she meant service her computer. "Let's go and finish off," said Stella leading the way back up to the bedroom. She stripped off the robe and lay naked on the bed. As always my wife looked absolutely gorgeous. I was so excited. I started to undress but was told not to bother. "Jessie, I want you to use your new expertise. Please suck me out. I'm full of Doc's stuff. I want you to lap it all up." Stella had never wanted oral sex before. I was determined to make it special for her. I never dreamt that sucking her luscious pussy could be so rewarding for me. I licked and sucked all around her clit. Held my tongue stiffly to lick inside the vagina. More and more sucking as I tasted juices familiar from when Doc shot his load down my throat. I gurgled at the amount I was swallowing but kept going until every drop was gone. Shapely thighs opened to release my clamped head. She sighed in satisfaction, "That was great Jessie. You really are a dedicated pussy eater as well as a cocksucker." My prick was stiff inside my pants. I dismissed the thought of asking if we could make love. It would not be fair to Stella after the trauma experienced earlier. Nothing was said aloud but I am sure Stella is proud of me; a strong willed husband willing to support his dear wife in tough circumstances. That night, Stella leant back up on the pillows. The silk fabric of her nightdress fell open displaying alluring cleavage. She said how nice it was of me to look after Doc: making certain he was again confident in his sexual prowess after my silly accident. "I liked the way you sucked his penis deep inside your throat. Takes a big-hearted man to do that. Don't suppose many husbands are capable of it." I said with modesty that it was all I could do to protect you my sweet Stella. "Oh yes, I understand Jessie. Also, I admired how you first took control of the situation. Lubricating his thing before thrusting it inside my vagina. I really wanted Doc to trust being inside me just as if he was with Rita, his sweetheart. Help make him forget his worries that the hot coffee could have damaged his healthy penis. I was so relieved to find it positively engorged, throbbing inside me. I did my best to encourage his climax; shouting aloud to make him think his hard pumping thrilled me." "Well Stella you were certainly very kind. Do hope you didn't damage yourself in pleasing him". "Must admit his full bloodied attack has forced open wide my vagina. Think it be some time before it heals back to normal size to fit your little penis. You will have to be patient." Stella smiled and asked me to snuggle up close. "As a reward for today, why don't you put your lips here -- you know you enjoy it." I pressed my mouth against my wife's nipple through the silky fabric of her nightdress. Stella asked, "How is your little thing doing? Getting stiff? Put your hand down and give it a rub. See how long it takes for you to finish. You're such a terrific performer." In less than a minute I spurted. When I told Stella there was no answer. She was fast asleep with a lovely contented look on her face. I felt so happy for her that she had at last managed to relax after such a stressful day. Humiliating Life of a Lotto Winner Ch. 02 I did not get to see the PC Doc next time he came to the house. According to Stella his monthly visits were scheduled on a Friday. That's my busy shopping day. A delight to see how happy my wife is with married life. She manages to hide her disappointment in having to do without sharing the joys of sex with me when in I'm in my rampant mood. It's a problem resulting from my stupidity with the coffee. Our joint efforts had successfully helped Doc but only poor Stella suffered the consequence; her vagina forced wide open by his powerful prick. I felt a bit humiliated that my more modest equipment would now wander loose inside her. So no excitement for Stella and she suggested I should play with myself for a few weeks. Eventually all would be perfect again for us both. Time passed and our loving relationship continued unchanged. Whenever I asked, Stella assured it would not be long before I could test my penis in her love nest. A visitor, Percy came to stay one weekend to attend a physical training course at the local college. He's a friend of Stella's brother. She said Percy is a really nice young man, very tall and a keep fit fanatic. That first evening of his stay, I came in from the kitchen after washing up the dinner plates. I overheard my wife asking Percy to show his muscles. Off came his shirt displaying rippling torso with prominent pecks. Stella fascinated, ran her hands over his chest. Reached up to squeeze his biceps. Her breasts squashed against him, nipples visibly pointing through the fabric of her blouse. "You are so well developed," she murmured. Percy looked across at me, said "Oh sorry." He pulled his shirt back on. Could not think of the reason for his apology. We all settled down for a pleasant chat. They discussed old times together. I listened politely. Although obviously very fit, Percy surprisingly admitted to a sort of health problem. He is a sleepwalker. If it happened, we were warned not to awaken him. This is potentially very dangerous. He could turn violent or the sudden shock may give him a heart attack. Quickly told him with some pride that I had no problem in that department. It took some thing special to wake me up once I dropped off to sleep. Around midnight, we retired upstairs to our rooms. Stella declined a cuddle; soon we were both fast asleep. I woke alone in bed during the early hours of the morning. Startled to hear sounds of curious rhythmic banging. I traced the noise to the big walk-in cupboard next to the bathroom. I could hear muffled cries. I peeped through the keyhole, amazed to see a naked Percy pressing Stella up against the wall. Her short nightdress draped over his extended rigid prick, which plunged rapidly between her thighs. As I opened the door, Stella whispered, "Whatever happens don't wake him, remember the danger." "Yes I know all about that but what about his prick, it's poking inside you," I whispered back with a touch of exasperation. "No, not really, it's just rubbing along my outer lips. Push your hand down and feel for yourself. "That's right Jessie. Now hold it level. We don't want any penetration." My fingers worked around the rigid flesh; felt so strong like another pumped up muscle. As I pressed it down, Percy slowed to gentle thrusts. I eased him out when his balls stopped slapping Stella's thighs. In my hand, his long thin prick topped with an extraordinary huge bulb, which looked crudely abnormal. My wife explained that she had found Percy completely naked in the cupboard. Her efforts to quietly guide him out failed. Then he'd grabbed and crushed her close in his powerful arms. "Thank goodness you came Jessie and saved me. You're my hero. Lead the way back to our room. I will get him to follow. Come on let's get moving." They followed me, side by side as if joined at the hip. Both gently collapsed together onto our king size bed. We discussed what to do next. Stella insisted poor Percy's interests must come first. She would make the sacrifice and stay with him through the night. I could enjoy a good night's sleep in the visitor's single bedroom. "No arguments, you deserve your rest darling," she insisted. When I woke in the morning, I could hear Percy in the shower. Stella slumbered alone in an untidy bed. My wife stirred to tell me that Percy had been peaceful all through the night except for about fifteen minutes. Stella seemed reluctant to continue. Eventually, she confided in me because I am the most understanding husband in the world. "I had my back to Percy, fast asleep, he rolled against me. His penis, stiff as a poker went directly between my crack with the enormous knob protruding below my bush. His dangling things squeezed up on my ass. I started to push him away before remembering the danger if suddenly wakening him. "I tried to stay calm and concentrated on making sure his long thing stayed tightly between my thighs, out of my vagina. "It jerked in and out, at first slowly but then fast and so hard. So extraordinary and much later, he jetted out between my legs all over the sheets. That's all that happened. Percy turned over and stayed sound asleep until morning. "I'm sure you think I did the right thing. What about you Jessie, did you have a good night? Hope you didn't play with yourself too much." "No, no." I spluttered. "That's a good boy. I like you to keep up your strength. I've got some good news for you. My vagina is starting to tighten. Maybe next week, you could test putting in your little thing." Her words thrilled me. I put my arms around Stella and kissed her on both cheeks. "Oh darling I do love you." "Now, now Jessie, behave yourself. Pop down stairs and get the breakfast ready before you start your housework. I need a little rest". Crack! She smacked me hard on my ass. Told me to get going or I would be in real trouble. Oh, my adorable wife is such a fun tease. Vacuum cleaning through the house plus attending to three loads of washing kept me busy. My wife lounged on the sofa watching television. I detected no panties worn under her tiny frilly blue skirt. Percy clad only in boxer shorts sat directly opposite with a perpetual grin on his face. Cannot think why he should be so happy. Stella interrogated me as what domestic work I had done so far. She ordered the linen off our king size bed should go in the wash pronto. As commanded, I loaded up the washer in the utility room; that machine certainly running flat out today. I left the two of them together and went back upstairs to finish the carpets. A little later, thought I heard a crashing noise and re-traced my steps. The kitchen had turned into a disaster zone. Flooded with gallons of foaming water pouring down from the utility room. More astonishingly, my wife lay on the floor, pressed flat on her back underneath Percy's muscular naked body sprawled on top. I could not believe my eyes. Stella yelled at me, "Help me Jessie, can't you see what's happened." Percy joined in, "Not my fault really. Just an accident, don't blame me." Getting closer, I realised the awful, alarming problem. They were coupled together with his prick disappearing up into her bush. Decided this not the time for explanations. Later I worked out that this unusual accident obviously caused by the wet conditions. Stella had started to fall over. Grabbed at Percy for support causing his shorts to drop down below his knees exposing Percy's full erection, stimulated by the sexy delights of the past hour seeing up Stella's naked thighs in that short skirt. Collapsing heavily on top of Stella, his stiff prick arrowed between her legs and instantly found its way inside. The urgent worry related to the giant bulbous head of Percy's cock, stuck tight inside Stella. She shouted at me to get it out. However hard I yanked, the steely prick remained inside. I did think that Percy could try more to help. He didn't seem to be cooperating all that much. My distressed wife yelled at me "Work at it – try pushing and pulling." I squeezed it hard and harder, backwards and forwards against her slit. The shaft seemed to be getting hotter as it throbbed in my fingers. Percy grunted loudly as his body went into a spasm. The organ pulsated violently in my fingers as I made one final supreme effort. Stella screamed, "Yes, yes, yes!" The monster slid out wet and raw red, the big bulb dripping. Percy sank back on his knees with his weapon pointing up at my face. Suddenly the immense purple knob shot more sperm out into the air. I reacted instantly, quickly smothering the load with my apron. Embarrassed Percy struggled to his feet. Pulled up his shorts and staggered out of the room. I tried to comfort my innocent wife, a very unfortunate casualty of horny Percy. Stella said in a furious raised voice that everything is my fault for being so lazy. I should have attended properly to the laundry. She pushed me aside and flounced upstairs to shower and change. I felt it impossible to reconcile my acute humiliation. Surely, there could be no positives on such a calamitous day. After mopping up the kitchen, I attempted to take some small comfort admiring how clean and shiny the floor looked. The atmosphere after Percy had departed our home remained icy for days. Only once did I dare mention that unfortunate wet floor incident. Stella told me it had opened up her vagina wider than ever. There is no chance of my thing being of any use to her for a long time to come. For complete privacy, I locked myself in the garden shed to carefully examine my prick. In my opinion, perfectly shaped. It's a healthy cream colour, interestingly wrinkled ball sacs. No real bulb so my foreskin droops down nicely. Almost a full three inches long but with a habit of shrinking to almost nothing after a soak in the bathtub. Of course, at maximum erection it rockets to an impressive three and quarter inches of dynamite. At that moment, I knocked down a pair of sharp garden shears, which fell brushing against my bare penis. They landed between my feet speared deep into the wooden floor. A close shave; I had narrowly escaped penile amputation. I wondered if this could be a lucky omen for my future sex life with darling Stella. I felt so sorry for my sweet wife not being able to enjoy sexual fulfilment from my manly expertise. Promised myself that I would reward her with ruthless penetration as soon as her pussy recovered its compact size. End of Chapter Two. Humiliating life of lotto winner Humiliating Life of a Lotto Winner Ch. 03 I first met Stella's personal trainer Jonathon when collecting her from the gym. Average height, slim build, cropped blonde hair with a good tan. He's a very energetic guy. Always looks smartly dressed in designer sportswear. Stella invited him round for drinks one evening. Although my wife spent ages getting ready she came down wearing a simple open neck white shirt. Obviously no bra and probably no panties under her new sunflower motif thin cotton skirt. She greeted Jonathon at the door saying to make himself at home. I had to correct him when he called me Gerry. "Sorry." he said. "Sure, I remember now, you're not a Gerry. You're a Jessie, not to be confused with being a sissy." I wondered why the two of them thought that seemed so amusing as I left the room to fetch the wine. A lightly chilled Australian Chardonnay served with a dish of mixed nuts. I took the greatest care handing out the drinks to avoid any accidents, which have plagued me in recent times. Jonathon is a fluent talker and he entertained us with episodes of his life story. Now in a relationship with Margaret, an Army Nurse posted overseas for six months. He has missed her very much. Stella pointed out that lots of attractive girls at the gym would love to go out with a handsome man like Jonathon. Shaking his head, he replied, "There is no way that is going to happen Stella. I promised Margaret that I would not have sex with another woman all the time she is away. I have not let her down and there's only a few weeks left now so I mean to keep my word." The conversation switched to holidays. Told us he met Margaret on a nudist beach in the south of France. This reminded me of a lady nudist who wrote to me after my lotto winner's picture appeared in the newspaper to say that she'd find it easy to fall in love with me. An international theatre star specialising in nude pole dancing but willing to give up her glamorous highly paid career to marry me. Of no interest to me, I had just met and fallen in love for real with Stella, the most wonderful woman in the world who became my dear wife the very next week. Of course, Stella is not interested in my huge lottery win. I overheard her telling a bridesmaid that she would have still married me if I'd won only the second prize of one and a half million. It seems Jonathon is a committed naturist. When home from work, off come all his clothes. Adores being naked around his cottage and garden as he explained, "That's why I always look so fit and brown. I have no tan lines on my body. Would you like to see?" I began to tactfully decline the offer but Stella smiled in pleasure and said warmly, "Yes that would be so educational for me. I've always wanted to try a nudist lifestyle but never had the opportunity." His clothes quickly formed a neat pile on the carpet. Totally unembarrassed in his nudity, Jonathon stepped across close to the sofa where the two of us sat. I had to agree; superb skin tone with no white patches noticeable. He swivelled right round so we could view his rear. Again, the tan unbroken right down to his neat round buttocks. "Let's have a look at the front again," asked Stella enthusiastically, placing her hand on his hip to help turn him round. I followed her gaze aimed at his prick; about six inches long, with a perfect knob. I realised that it looked unusually smooth due to the entire absence of hair on the shaft or around the balls. Stella's fingers hovered over his prick for a moment before moving lower to rub the palm of her hand down the inside of his thigh. My always-observant wife said, "Your skin seems beautifully smooth. Is that wax treatment?" Jonathon launched into a detailed explanation of different systems that he had tried in the past: shaving, depilation creams, home waxing, salon Brazilian. Finally, he'd spent a small fortune on a series of laser treatments. "So now" he said proudly, "I am smooth everywhere." Stella appeared most impressed by his claim and Jonathon invited her to touch. He took her hand and exploring various intimate areas, asked her to agree complete smoothness everywhere. First, under his balls then rubbing her fingers around his groin and inside his thighs. "I used to be exceptionally hairy around my balls and the base of my dick. Try stroking, you'll find I am smooth as silk." Instantly, her hands encircled his prick, fingers exploring around the fleshy base and then almost weighing his balls in the palm of her hand. Stella took a long time checking and re-checking before she could agree on his perfect smoothness. "Now the final proof is when I bend over," said Jonathon sinking down on all fours exposing his bare ass. "Go on, check that out." Stella knelt nimbly down close to him, hands splayed out clutching the flesh of his ass cheeks. Then running her red manicured fingers down his crease, tracing the ring of his anus. My wife is always so eager and friendly. So no surprise that she repeated this very personal and sexual examination of his body three times until fully satisfied that no hair remained. The expensive laser treatment had really worked. I think all three of us observed that Jonathon's prick must have enjoyed the intimate touching of my lovely wife's soft hands evident from its semi-erect condition. Stella's face looked quite flushed. She paused for a moment before speaking, "You are such a decent man to honour your promise to Margaret even when your organ signals a natural sexual desire." She flicked a finger at his prick, which bobbed up and down. "Yes," Jonathon sighed. "Wish I could get round the problem but it's impossible." "It's not impossible at all," replied my wife. "There is a solution here in this room." Jonathon started to say that he could not permit even someone as understanding as Stella to help but she quickly interrupted him. "No, not me, it's my husband who has the solution. My Jessie has a special talent." I had a terrible premonition about Stella's proposed solution. It would mean certain humiliation for me if she disclosed what I did in an emergency for that PC Doc guy. My worry instantly confirmed as she continued, "In confidence Jonathon, I can tell you that my sweet Jessie is a very talented cocksucker. You deserve to enjoy an orgasm tonight without breaking your promise to go with another girl. "There's no doubt Jessie is male; it says so on his birth certificate. You've been so loyal to Margaret. Look on this opportunity as a deserved healthy break from your regime of constant sexual abstinence." I attempted to change the subject by asking if anyone would like another drink. No one answered. My wife is a very persuasive lady. Soon she had him nodding in agreement that a blowjob from another guy would not betray his absent sweetheart. I tried to look calm but inside I franticly weighed up whether to refuse. It had taken ages for Stella to get over that last upset with me. I feared an eternity of unhappy sulks if I did not do her bidding tonight. I love her so much and I get miserable if I ever see Stella looking unhappy for a minute. I concluded that in reality there is no alternative: I would have to cooperate. Very quickly, Stella choreographed our starting positions. Naked Jonathan flat on his back with legs drawn up for me to crawl up between his wide-open legs. She instructed me to first play with his penis to make sure he is properly aroused, "Try doing it this way." Stella grasped his prick, stroking it slowly from top to bottom and then gracefully twisting her hand under the head each time. She continued these movements and when Jonathon queried her involvement, re-assured him by saying her touch was for demonstration purposes only. I think this went on for two or three minutes before I offered to try doing it. My wife, as always very helpful, insisted on demonstrating another couple of times to make sure I knew what to do. Below I could see the hairless twin spheres and the delicate skin of his organ felt warm to my fingertips. I stroked the full length. It seemed almost attractive to me from its hygienic care, the smoothness of the perfectly clean-cut head with its thick vein on the underside. I grasped his prick more firmly. Slowly pumped him with long strokes, twisting the bulb and with his balls cupped in my other hand. Thanks to my wife's tuition, I now controlled a rock hard cock. It seemed my second experience of intimacy with a man could be slightly less repulsive. I focussed on the ordeal as giving a personal favour to a man deprived of his lover by her military service for Queen and country. A whispered encouragement from my caring wife, "What are you waiting for? Get on with the oral now Jessie. Here you are." Stella grabbed his stiff prick, gave it a few quick strokes and then manoeuvred it close to my face. I opened my lips and she stuffed it inside. I swirled my tongue over the tip, circling the bulb head. Jonathon quietly moaned when I tongued that delicate spot under the knob where it joins with the stem. I licked and gently grazed his prick between my teeth for a few seconds. Sucked hard to get more of his shaft deeper in my mouth. Sucking away at a faster tempo affected Jonathon. I felt his body tremble. Salty, meaty taste on my tongue, my lips widen to take in his swollen six inches. It touched the back of my throat. I began to gag. To make sure I didn't choke; I started to breathe in through my nose. Maybe I had acquired good cock sucking techniques and hoped my progress pleased Stella. I slowed the action down. My hands drew his cock almost out so I could tongue the tip. Then, thrust it right back in deeply. I carried on like this smoothly for a couple of minutes before upping to very rapid non-stop sucking action. He jerked against me in tune with my busy head up and down movements. I continued to work his throbbing shaft inside, almost reaching my throat. I heard Stella asking Jonathon if Margaret did anything extra. She reached across him, the curves of her chest squashing against his face and saying, "How about this." Sharp red fingernails dug into his nipples, which she rapidly tweaked and twisted again and again. In moments, Jonathon reached orgasm with his body wildly shaking. He almost yelled in ecstasy. Used his hips to ram his prick at me. I pumped away at his pulsing rod, a jet of cream hitting the back of my mouth. I persisted milking him until every drop sucked out. Carefully licked clean his softening prick down to his balls. Stella patted me on the back of my head signalling her approval. She is so kind to me. I felt proud that I had supported my darling wife with her promise to relieve this sexually deprived man. My wife said she needed to check. Very slowly, she ran her hands under Jonathon's balls, up and down the stem, then over the head of his prick collecting a bead of moisture on her fingertips, which she instantly sucked dry. I could see Stella's erect nipples poking through her shirt. What a shame my wife is feeling chilly and it's my fault, turning down the heating thermostat too low. Jonathon thanked Stella for a wonderful experience. How generous to allow her cocksucker husband give him a blowjob. "Never would have believed another guy could get my rocks off like that. You're so right, Jessie is a proper cocksucker and you are a wonderful warm-hearted lady to have helped with a stimulating skilful demonstration. Your dedication to teach Jessie proper masturbation methods is most impressive." "How nice of you to say that to me Jonathon. You did so well to concentrate on keeping your lovely penis stiff all that time he sucked you. I hope the session helps keep your enormous sexual appetite under control while Margaret is still away. She is a lucky woman to have someone as gentlemanly as you as her lover." Stella traced her fingers all the way along the soft penis and gently fondled his balls. "How do you feel now?" "Oh I feel beautifully relaxed. All my frustrations have been lifted, thanks to you Stella." "You are very welcome Jonathon." She kissed him lightly on the corner of his mouth and almost as an afterthought, withdrew her hand from under his balls. "I'm looking forward to telling Margaret how sweet you are Stella and all about this cock sucking hospitality at your lovely home. I'm sure she will be thrilled for me and will appreciate that my dick has been exercised. She'll know that's healthy for me and want to hear every detail." Jonathon looked at me and paused. I waited, thinking of a modest response I could voice when he complimented me on my performance. I felt certain he would express his feelings to me at any moment. My perception proved wrong. When he did speak, asked only if he could take a quick shower before getting dressed. Stella's head turned closely watching the naked form of Jonathon as he strode athletically out of the room. She slipped one hand inside her shirt squeezing a bare breast. The other stretched down, fingers rubbing deep in the folds of her dress. She moaned loudly and I diagnosed this as a touch of indigestion. I wanted to comfort her but her eyes were closed. I remained silent so as not to disturb her and hoped she'd feel better soon. I could see Stella had recovered when later she asked Jonathon how much she owed for this month's gym time. It came to 120 pounds plus tax but she told me to round up the cheque to 200 pounds. Everyone adores Stella for her generosity. I saw Jonathon out to his car. He wound down the window and said, "You're the first real cocksucker I've ever met. Be happy to recommend you anytime. I'm sure some of the guys at the gym would like to know where they can find a willing cocksucker." Before I could implore him not to do any such thing, he drove away into the night. Jonathon's final words had instantly transformed my sense of patriotic achievement into one of abject shame and humiliation. Stella had gone upstairs to the bathroom. As I passed by the closed door, I picked up from the carpet an empty Duracell battery carton. I could hear a fast buzzing noise from the bathroom. It sounded slightly like a small hairdryer but more muted. I had no idea what she could be doing to herself in private but instinctively felt it would not be for her own entertainment. Maybe it's some kind of new beauty treatment to make her look even more ravishing to further arouse her sexy beast. That's me. It's what Stella called me when I kissed her for the first time on only our third date. End of Chapter Three. Humiliating life of lotto winner. Humiliating Life of a Lotto Winner Ch. 04 Life with Stella sailed on very happily most of the time. Sadly, it's not so in the bedroom. Whenever I broach the subject of intercourse, my wife tells me there is no possibility. Such a pity, she explained but my tiny penis is useless to her sex needs right now. Think she means it would just get lost in her enlarged tender vagina. More time wanted before her love-nest pussy could get even slightly tight on my energetic but little weapon. Of course, no need for her to remind me that the situation is entirely my own fault. A humiliating experience never to be forgotten: my sweet wife accidentally floored and exposed on her back with that guy Percy's abnormal knob stuck tight up inside her. We were out shopping when my wife spotted a gleaming new car in a luxury dealer's showroom. Stella said that the metallic green paintwork appealed so much; it complemented her eyes. Naturally, I avoided telling her that it is one of the most expensive models on display. Never having driven such a powerful car, she insisted on many test-drives some during daylight but mostly at night. The understanding salesman always patiently obliged her needs. They were away for hours, on three occasions until long after midnight. Eventually, Stella confirmed the car was perfect for her. We returned to the showroom and I handed over a huge cheque to the salesman. He presented the keys to my wife. Stella, very excited, threw her arms around him, crushing her soft bosoms against his chest. Gave him a big kiss on the mouth. I got a lovely little hug too. The new car really made her bright and cheery for days. My wife is absolutely adorable. The car came with a complimentary picnic set but I could tell at first glance, not brand new. A couple of the glasses had wine traces inside and the woollen tartan blanket noticeably damp with grass stains. Considered going back to complain but I didn't want to get that friendly salesman into trouble. He had been most enthusiastic to devote so much time and effort making sure my wife always got what she desired day and night. A couple weeks later, Stella arrived back home in her new car from the gym. Told me she had been introduced to Margaret. "That's Jonathon's girlfriend, the army nurse who got posted overseas. He told us about her, don't you remember Jessie?" My answer was a simple yes. Secretly thought; how on earth could I ever forget that man and my big mistake in agreeing to suck his prick. Guess I got carried away because of my patriotic feelings for his absent partner. "She's returned to the local base hospital and will be popping in here this afternoon. Said how much she would like to meet you Jessie." This really surprised me. Maybe Margaret recalled my picture in the local paper when I won the national lotto. Lots of glamorous women wrote to me saying how handsome I looked. That same week, I'd had the wonderful luck of meeting Stella. I didn't want her to feel jealous so I burnt all their photos and letters. "I have to go down town to the bank after lunch to sign for your new platinum account card Stella. Don't worry, I shall be back home in good time to see Margaret." 2 When I drove away from the house in my old battered Beetle, a black taxi pulled into the drive. That must be our visitor. When I eventually arrived back home, I heard muffled sounds from upstairs but got no response to my shout of hello. Put the kettle on to make a pot of tea to enjoy with a selection of my favourite cream cakes bought from the baker's shop opposite the bank. Some time later, Stella came downstairs, arm in arm with Margaret in the manner of close friends. I heard what must be the nurse's voice saying they must do it again sometime. They both looked rather flushed when they saw me and maybe startled to realise I was in the house. I asked if they would like a cake but Margaret said she had just eaten. These words sent them both off into a fit of giggles. Sometimes, I find it difficult to understand the feminine sense of humour. The army nurse is a fit looking lady, Nearly as tall as Stella but with an athletic build and short styled dark hair; make-up just a touch of mascara and bright pink lipstick. Seemed very friendly and her smile revealed perfect teeth. We chatted about her overseas military service and the exotic places she had visited. At the first pause in our conversation, Margaret said, "Jonathon told me what a great cocksucker you are Jessie. So generous of you to let him have sex like that. He would never have done it with a woman. I mean, he wouldn't have dreamt of breaking his promise not to fuck another woman while I was away." The 'f' word made me wince, not nice to hear in front of my darling wife. Margaret talked on, "Suppose, Jonathon thought it only happened between gays. So a unique experience for him and your technique gave him a massive climax. " By the way, Stella tells me you're not gay. I think you're probably bi-sexual like I am. You'll realise that all the time away overseas from Jonathon, I had to promise not to fuck around with either girls or men. I'm so relieved that's over with now I'm back in this country." Found myself almost stuttering trying to convey that in no way am I bi-sexual but it didn't stop her continuing. "Lots of recruits come into the army and perhaps the intimacy of sleeping in dormitories gives some of them sexual urges. Or they get turned on sharing communal showers with naked guys displaying all shapes and sizes of dicks. "They come to me for advice. I've helped many to reconcile their bi-sexual feelings. They get to have good fucking sessions with other guys in their unit all the time. When they get back home, they naturally switch back to enjoy sex with their girlfriends." Stella commented how wonderful Margaret you've developed such personal skills in an important and intimate way to help many men exploit their sexuality. It must be so rewarding. She wondered if Margaret could advise Jessie. "That's not for me thank you," I said instantly wanting this conversation not to go any further. 3 Margaret looked me in the eye for several seconds with a concentrated gaze, "I do understand why you say that Jessie, it's the standard reaction. That's why I do tests to find out the hidden inner self". My wife joined in enthusiastically, "Now Jessie, this is a once in a lifetime chance for you. You're very lucky to have Margaret offering her professional experience to help you." The combination of these two assertive ladies defeated me as I tried valiantly to change the subject. When I finally agreed, Stella kissed me on my cheek. Said I was like a good boy or maybe a good girl. This started both of them off giggling again. "Get ready now Jessie, off with your pants". I could not believe Margaret asked that of me. Sensing my reluctance, she persuasively explained, "It's perfectly normal. I guess I've seen hundreds of naked cocks and bare asses in my career." Stella glared at me as if to say get on with it. Behind the sofa, I unfastened my leather belt. Stepped out of my jeans bought at the Woolworth's closing sale. I hesitated about taking off my shirt but made myself do it. I planned keeping on my tiger-skin printed briefs until I heard the nurse call out for me to hurry and added, "Be sure to take everything off while you are at it". Holding my hands down like a soccer player protecting his genitals, I felt humiliated standing stark naked in front of the two women. Margaret searched in her large black medical bag and turned towards me wearing latex surgical gloves. "I'm sure you've had your temperature taken before Jessie. Really that's what is going to happen now." She waved a plastic device at me and explained, "First, this is the tympanic infra-red method. I pop the small plastic end down your ear and the temperature registers in the window gauge. It works well except that too much earwax can give a false reading". One hand rested on my shoulder and I felt the device probe my ear. No problem for me, I thought as I watched Margaret make a note of the exact reading. "Now this is the traditional way." 4 She vigorously shook a slim glass thermometer. I opened my mouth obediently for her to deftly slide it underneath my tongue. A minute later, she noted the result and amazed me by saying, "Bend over Jessie and hold your ankles." "Bend over? What for?" "I am using this special stainless steel model given to me by a retired horse vet and it's ideal for deep anal penetration." The sight of a long shiny cylinder almost a foot long, tapering from thick to very thick and the end swollen into a glass bulb made me wince. It looked very scary, but I attempted to rationalise that such a huge instrument would never get inside me. Nervously, I bent right over and managed to cling onto my ankles. Margaret ordered me to stop clenching my buttocks so tightly. A latex finger probed between my cheeks. "Your rosebud is pretty Jessie. Come and see Stella." Having my wife look into my open ass made my embarrassment even more acute. She said how nice it looked but admitted had never bothered to examine it before. The nurse tapped my bare ass and said, "On second thoughts, it would be better if you got down on your hands and knees." Nervously, I knelt down as asked and she continued, " The horse thermometer is fully lubed so get ready Jessie. Try and relax, there's a good chap". I braced myself for the worst. Felt a hand pulling open my cheeks. Something cold rubbing around the ring of my anus and then it slid inside just a touch. Relieved that it did not hurt after all but this situation didn't last long. Margaret braced herself with one hand grasping at my buttocks. Her other hand vigorously thrust the steel burying it deep inside me. I could hardly believe that the enormous steel had penetrated. The woman had de-flowered my virgin ass in an instant. The sudden shock and pain from the sensation of having my anus forced open made me scream out loud. The nurse soothed me saying it's always best to get the first stage over quickly and it would get easier if I tried to relax more. My eyes filled with hot tears and I clenched my teeth to stop myself shouting again. What felt like a very big poker slowly rotated in my anus. Screwing inside, deeper and deeper. Withdrawn some way back and then in again more quickly. Margaret asked if it felt better for me now. I could not trust myself to speak so just nodded my head through the pain barrier. 5 Her hand went down between my thighs and grabbed at my prick. "See how he has reacted Stella. Look at this little dick, a real stiffy." I knew what she described. Could not understand why I should get an erection in my acutely painful and exposed situation. "Yes it is standing up," said Stella. "Amazing too, because that's as big as his penis gets when he plays to get himself off." The nurse continued pushing the steel instrument of cruelty in and out. As I winced each time from the acute pain, she told me there is some good news. "I have a theory about how profiling temperatures with subtlety different micro readings give clues to sexuality. Of course, an erect organ response is most significant. Your cock got completely hard in an exceptionally fast time. That's rare." My sweet wife flicked a fingernail at my prick and enthused, "It's incredible you've got that result. His penis has stayed hard for almost two minutes, that's most unusual for Jessie." Margaret resumed, "Clearly Jessie, your body has today exposed your real inner sexuality. How wonderful, that you possess a natural desire for anal penetration. Your temperature profiles check out the same. This doesn't mean you are necessarily gay but you are definitely bi-sexual." Stella's fingers poked a second time at my prick and balls. The same instant, I felt an extra powerful thrust of the steel ram deep into my anus almost knocking me off my knees. My prick jerked wildly and the inevitable happened. Stella shrieked, as if she had made a great scientific discovery, "Look, he's ejaculated. See that stringy dribble, that's what he always does when he cums." I felt weak from the pressure threatening to burst my insides. My mind seemed dizzy trying to reconcile my orgasm and the bi-sexual verdict emerging from this totally humiliating examination. Curiously, my anus continued hurting just as much after the horse thermometer was yanked from my ass. It was replaced with two of Margaret's well-lubed latex fingers rubbing up and down inside me. "Don't panic, it's good for you. Soothes the inside, stops your tube from getting sore." This little act of kindness forced me into saying a polite thank you. 6 I returned to the room after I got cleaned up and dressed attempting to appear normal, masking my feelings of extreme humiliation and physical soreness. I did not want Stella to be worried about me. Margaret told me they had discussed my future together. "I'm convinced there's lot of goodies coming along in your life to exploit and to celebrate your bi-sexuality. You are a very lucky man." Still in shock, I failed to come up with one word to say in response. Stella thanked Margaret for her professional interest and all the time spent on me. She hoped I would prove to be a worthy subject. My lovely cream cakes were uneaten. I planned scoffing them later but my observant wife spotted the cakes. Told me to hurry, put them all in a box. The nurse could take the cakes home with her to share with sweet Jonathon. That's typical of my wife's generosity. Margaret embraced Stella in thanks with two long deep kisses on the lips. Suppose this is the normal sociable way of a bi-sexual woman. Turning to me, my wife asked if I knew how expensive taxis cost these days. Told me to give the nurse twenty pounds for the fare each way. Better top it up to a level fifty so she could tip the driver. Stella is unfailingly a kind-hearted lady. I noticed Margaret quickly re-apply her bright pink lipstick before slipping the cash in her purse as the taxi could be heard coming up the drive. My ass felt very sore all evening. Wanted to know what had been discussed in private with Margaret but Stella declined to say. Guess I have to wait and see future developments. At bedtime, my wife's untied robe swung wide open. I saw some pink marks just below her navel. Hoping she would not notice my curiosity, I got nearer. Not so much marks but rather a perfect imprint of lips in bright pink lipstick. I felt very proud that my Stella has such a superbly flexible body to manage to do that to herself. End of Chapter Four. Humiliating life of lotto winner © 2009 Date 21st December 2009 Edited 31st December 2009 Thanks for reading my story and I welcome your comments or questions. Let me know if you would like to read more about the life of humiliated Jessie and lovely Stella. Any suggestion, criticism or query is welcome. I'll respond to your email. Humiliating Life of a Lotto Winner Ch. 05 Chapter 5 We arrived late at the party. Stella had changed three times before finally deciding to wear an off-shoulder thin silk dress, knee length in red designed by Lauren Ralph. No bra or panties as these would spoil the profile. Below the flowing hemline, her tanned legs looked at their best in spiked high heels. The hosts were the owners of the biggest tractor dealers in the county. Charlie is a burly giant, whose handshake crushed my fingers to the bone. I guessed they were both in their early fifties. I noticed his wife Janet also wore a red silk dress only a little differently styled to Stella's. She is a touch heavier than my wife with good legs. A very sociable lady, Janet introduced us to lots of new people. Stella downed a second glass of champagne in no time. A little worrying as she can never handle lots of booze. No alcohol for me as I am the nominated driver tonight. Charlie handed me one of those very large wine goblets brimming with lemonade and crushed ice. He winked at me, saying with that big glass, everyone will assume I'm a hard drinker. Janet almost adopted me. Holding my arm, introducing me to a succession of guests. After a time, she said that she must mingle and would catch up with me later. I felt a friendly squeeze of my buttock just before she walked away. Someone called me to come over. I recognised him at once; the PC Doc guy who had humiliated me over the spilt coffee incident. I politely said hello to his fiancée, Rita. Also met a couple of other men, Bill and Alan who shared their table. Against the loud music, I struggled to follow Doc's conversation with his girlfriend. One thing I did catch; the dreaded cocksucker word. That moment, Rita turned towards me and said, "So you're the sweet man I have to thank for getting Doc's equipment back into working order after that bad scalding." I muttered yes and prayed that nothing more would be discussed. Unfortunately, the two guys leant across asking what on earth we were talking about. Doc proceeded to give a detailed commentary of my humiliating cock-sucking performance on that shameful day. They were full of praise about me helping Doc, a pleasure for them to meet such a kind cocksucker. Alan insisted on fetching me another drink and came back with the refilled large goblet. I sipped the lemonade but it didn't taste the same. Doc and Rita got up to join lots of dancers. Could not see Stella but everyone seemed to be admiring a very shapely girl, exotic looks, in a tight sheath dress. Sensuously gliding around the floor, her long black hair shining under the disco-lights. I remained at the table sitting between Bill and Alan. I got their names mixed up. Bill said to remember he is the big man. Alan is the little guy. He added that it's the same with their dicks: " Mine's very big and his is just big." Alan laughed and said, "Yes but I can keep it up longer." Humiliating life of lotto winner Chapter Five 2 They kept on and on about my cocksucking skills. Thought it would be great if I came over to their apartment and gave a demonstration. My wife would be very welcome too. By the time I drowned my third goblet, I felt very relaxed, totally uninhibited. Surprisingly, found myself confiding details of the bi-sexual anal test session with the army nurse. I must have told the story in an entertaining way. They were fascinated. Insisted I describe every tiny detail a second time. Bill said "So you're bi. That must be the best sexuality possible. In our case, we're gay, that's the both of us." That moment, Alan handed me my fourth large goblet of the now odd tasting lemonade. I took a couple of long swigs before saying that I had enjoyed chatting with them. Strangely, my words came out all slurred. I felt woozy, very full and in need of the loo. Alan astonished me by saying that usually happens to anyone who boozes all night, "So don't worry Jessie, anyone would be sozzled after drinking all those double vodkas." I stood up; Bill grabbed me to stop me falling over. Feeling an urgent need to go to the bathroom, I staggered across the crowded main room out into the hallway. For a moment, I thought I saw Stella in her red dress coming towards me but getting closer I could make out Janet's features. Intuitively, she said, "Come on dear, let me show you to the bathroom." She supported me up the staircase and opened a door. I felt very groggy. Struggled and failed to open my zip. Finally, Janet said that she would have to help me. She slid the zip down and her hand searched inside my trousers, "Where is it? You're not a eunuch are you?" She extracted my prick between finger and thumb and took aim. I piddled a long torrent down the loo. Janet expertly gave my prick a final shake, tucked it back inside and zipped me up neatly. I felt close to collapsing. Janet said, "I have to go back down now. You're really pissed up to the eyeballs Jessie. Suggest you have a lie down in the next room." A few moments later, I slowly followed her out of the bathroom. There seemed to be lots of doors from which to choose. Suffering blurred vision, I stumbled into the room opposite. Almost completely dark, I could just make out a king sized bed heaped with guests' coats. I wheeled around the room to eventually collapse on the far side of the bed. Tried to turn over but promptly rolled off onto the carpet, accidentally dragging some coats down on top of me. Didn't attempt to move again. I passed out, dead to the world. Humiliating life of lotto winner Chapter Five 3 It must have been a long time before I came round. I detected the bed shaking violently and heard grunts and the rhythmic thuds. Eventually it dawned on me: a couple having serious sex. The shaking intensified with the sound of a man moaning loudly in orgasm, "Oh! Oh! Fucking hell Janet darling you've got a great ass." I kept absolutely still. All quiet in the room for a few moments before the man stood up and started talking. Didn't recognise his voice, "Thanks for a great fuck Janet. The best doggie action I've ever had with you. Must dash before your Charlie comes looking for you. Bye, bye sex bomb." Janet, her head buried in the pillow tried to answer but her murmured groans were unintelligible to me. The door opened and closed, leaving me alone with Janet. My mind went into overdrive thinking how I could discreetly escape. In the dark gloom, I could dimly make out Janet in her red dress sprawled face down on the bed. I slowly crawled on my hands and knees towards the door. Half way across the room, Janet stirred and sat up. The room flooded with light as she switched on the bedside lamp. I experienced the worst moment of my entire life. I could see the woman clearly. My instant prayer that I was experiencing a hallucination was shattered. Not Janet in the red dress. I could see my lovely wife. I blinked but yes; the lady in red is definitely Stella. Felt absolutely flabbergasted. Could only speculate that in darkness, the guy had confused her with Janet because of their wearing similar red dresses. Stella held one hand across her forehead and groaned at me, "I see you've at last bothered to come and find me. Passed out completely ages ago. I ache terribly. My head is throbbing. I feel sick. My pussy is wet and seems rather full up with..." A long pause and then she asked, "You've have not been trying to do sexy things to me have you Jessie?" I love my wife. Stella is the most important person in my life. I would do anything to prevent her being unhappy. My fuddled mind raced with the ghastly dilemma. My wife is innocent but how would she react when she knew of the outrage? I tried to calculate if she should be told the truth. What if the situation makes her feel physically defiled, abused or worse, label herself a victim of violent rape? Could this sexual assault affect Stella psychologically? Make her depressed, need medication or have to seek counselling? I almost panicked trying to resolve what to do best for the sweetest wife in the world. I took the plunge and prayed I had made the right decision. Humiliating life of lotto winner Chapter Five 4 "Darling Stella, have to admit I've drunk too much. Someone spiked my drinks with vodka. When I came in here, you looked so desirable, so beautiful in your lovely red dress lying on the bed. In my drunken state, I could not resist your seductive body. Just had to make love to you. Hope you will forgive me." I could sense instantly my wife's hot anger. Her beautiful green eyes filled with tears. Called me a weak coward for taking advantage of her vulnerable condition. Didn't think she could ever forgive me. I'd turned our party night into a disaster. We were to leave for home immediately. Charlie called us a taxi. We travelled home in total silence, the end of a humiliating night for me. Suffering a terrible splitting headache the next morning, I crept out of the house leaving Stella fast asleep. I had to use two connecting bus services before reaching Charlie's place. Janet suddenly emerging out of the front door frustrated my plan to quietly slip into Stella's car and drive off immediately. She asked if we had both enjoyed the party. I thanked her for the invitations. Told her that neither of us would ever forget it. Janet could not possibly know that her randy sex partner had ruined everything for me and for Stella. She said, "Glad I caught you Jessie. I 'm very worried about you and your sweet wife. I think your marriage is in danger of breaking up. "Oh! I can see from your face that's really shocked you." Absolutely bewildered, I asked why on earth she should say such a cruel thing to me. " I'm telling you because it's a very serious concern and I'm the one person who can help. We need to talk in private. Now is not a good time. Trust me Jessie; don't mention this to Stella for the moment. Hear me out first then you can decide for yourself. "Tomorrow afternoon about 2 o'clock I shall be here on my own. Come then and I promise you'll never forget what we discuss. Everything will be completely confidential." I implored her to explain but she said that big Charlie is in the house waiting for her. She turned back into the doorway, tapped a finger on her wristwatch and whispered, "Tomorrow at two. Bye for now." Stella did not speak one word to me all day. That night I could hardly sleep, worrying about Janet's stark warning that my marriage is in danger. I suffered a guilty conscience in keeping the appointment with Janet a secret from my darling wife. Humiliating life of lotto winner Chapter Five 5 At two o'clock, Janet greeted me at the door as if I'm an old friend. Held my arm and led me upstairs into that same bedroom hauntingly familiar from the party. I sat on a pink velvet chair. She tried to put me at ease chatting about her holidays. The conversation quickly turned serious as she said, "Jesse, we need to talk about your dick. Do you remember at the party, me seeing it and feeling it? It's small. It's very small. "But first I want to tell you that I like Stella. She is a warm friendly lady and very lovely with a gorgeous figure. It's obvious to me that any woman with such a ripe body is conditioned for sexual stimulation. "Or to put it another way, her pussy needs action in the best possible way. Ideally, that's by getting fucked with a big dick. Just the same for me at her age." Her crude frankness appalled me. Never realised that a lady like Janet would use such vulgar words talking about my sweet wife. "Don't try and answer now Jessie. The reason why I'm concerned about you and Stella dates back to my first husband, Timothy. He has a tiny dick just like yours. I've always had a healthy sex appetite. Timothy's deficiency frustrated my sex needs. He neither bothered to do anything about his size problem nor provide alternatives to satisfy my lustful body. "You can guess what happened. We split up; that's how our marriage ended. It could easily happen to you and Stella. "More than three years after the divorce when I met Charlie, I made damn sure he had the right kind of weapon before accepting his marriage proposal." I felt too embarrassed to comment on her intimate disclosures. Janet went on talking, "The big worry is that a well endowed guy entices Stella away from you. That won't happen if you take the right action in advance." I remained silent, the situation painted by Janet too painful to contemplate. "There are ways I can help you pleasure Stella. First, I need to know for certain that you really want to save your marriage." "Of course I do Janet. I'm devoted to Stella. She means everything to me. There's nothing I won't do to make her happy. The thought of loosing her breaks my heart." "I can sense you are sincere Jessie and that's a great start. Humiliating life of lotto winner Chapter Five 6 "Now a bit more about my past. After giving up on Timothy, I had about three years of a wonderful sex relationship with Danielle. A very talented person, completely changed my sex-life, both us two or in threesomes. Happy memories. I was reminded of Danielle so much when first meeting Tamarine. "Did you see Tamarine at the party, a Thai girl, good dancer?" That jogged my memory, "Yes I do recall her lovely dancing on the party night. So that's Tamarine." "Yes, and there are very few human beings in the world as sweet and special as Tamarine. I'm confident she can help solve your problem Jessie." "How do you mean? How can Tamarine solve any intimate problem of my Stella?" "Now Jessie, there's a time and a place when all will be clear to you but not today. More important is their first meeting. Tamarine is available only at weekends presently as she works away. I'm going to invite her and Stella over for lunch on Saturday." She stared at me and said, "Don't say a word to Stella about our conversation. Understand Jessie? " I meekly nodded yes. "Now next, you need to drop your pants down. I want you naked below the belt." In shock, I protested strongly. Janet argued that if really sincere, I would take this small first step to prove my devotion to Stella. She moved across the room and searched inside a cabinet. With her back turned, I quickly slid down my pants and removed my new y-fronts with the Superman logo. I felt very vulnerable sitting exposed in the chair. Janet scattered lots of curiously shaped objects on top of the bed. She sank down on her knees very close to me and said, "All this equipment is for you to look at today. Eventually, we can decide what's best for you. The techniques are different but share the same objective, to improve your dick." First, I looked at a puzzling bright plastic device consisting of two rings on a spindle. Then I noticed a transparent cylinder device plus a series of chrome rings. Janet sensed my ignorance and said, Humiliating life of lotto winner Chapter Five 6 "There's a vacuum type penis pump, an extender, clamp weights and sets of triple cock rings. I remember buying all of these to give to Timothy from an Amsterdam sex shop. The owner took me into his private office and let me practice using each type on his dick. Nice guy, the first Dutchman I ever fucked but that's another story. "These mushroom shapes are different, they are called butt plugs but I'll tell you about them another time. For now, I want to try this ingenious triple ring set on you." Janet leaned forward and pulled at my bare prick with her warm hands. She manipulated the three linked shiny steel rings. The large one encircled my prick and balls. The next fitted around the base of my prick. The smallest ring went over the top of my balls. She used a mini hex key to tighten the grip of each ring deeper into my flesh. The rings started to hurt a little but I managed to keep silent. She tugged me by my prick over to a wall mirror. The effect is obvious. My prick sticks out, balls held tight away from my body. All clamped in three bands of shiny chrome steel. "The device is designed help you grow your erection Jessie. The dick is up away from the testicles to maximise your natural full stem length. "All you need do is give yourself a good wanking; at least once a day to benefit fully. Not so easy, because when swollen from an erection you'll find the rings dig in painfully. It's vital you keep it up to develop a stronger weapon. Think of it as a physical training exercise for muscle building. "I think your dick looks a teeny bit bigger already Jessie. Of course, you retain all your normal feelings. Let me show you." One hand grasped my balls and squeezed tight. Her sharp nails really hurt and this time I did cry out aloud. Janet smiled at me. Told me not to worry. It's for a good cause: a happy marriage. "That's enough for this first session. So get off home Jessie and be sure not to fail me. Do your regular exercises. "I'm thinking that I should phone or text daily reminders to get you masturbating." I started to panic at the thought of Stella seeing such explicit messages. "No, definitely not. Thank you Janet, I'll manage on my own." Humiliating life of lotto winner Chapter Five 7 Janet made me give a solemn promise of daily masturbation before she agreed to drop her messages plan. She checked the fit of the rings before I got dressed and made one final adjustment to tighten the ring around my prick. "For someone with a little dick, you have grown a bit hairy Jessie. That's something I'm going to have to think about." I drove away feeling very constricted down below. Already worrying about what all the wanking is going to do to me and how my prick will be affected. Later, remembering Janet's comment on my luxurious body hair I wondered if this could be a veiled threat. Back home, I presented Stella with a small woven basket of fresh figs bought on a quick stop at the market. I didn't dare mention the fresh state of my balls and prick woven with steel. My wife ignored me almost all the time since that party night. A very uncomfortable evening, I had to wriggle on my chair to relieve my imprisoned cock but only when Stella wasn't looking my way. Crossing my legs to hide any possibility of my ringed bulge showing. I pretended to be busy tidying the room when my wife went off upstairs to bed. I had been banned from our bedroom and occupied the guest room. I examined my steel ringed cock and surprisingly only a few touches needed to feel a tinge of an erection. Suppose it's the novelty of having my cock straining against the tight fitting rings that got me excited. I closed my eyes and got busy with the tips of my fingers on the exposed cock end. I was panting and out of breath before I jerked and a lovely dribble of my semen emerged. Went to sleep thinking how pleased Janet will be with my performance. End of Chapter Five Author: SpencerPow. © 2011Date 10th MAY 2011 Thanks for reading my story and I welcome your comments or questions. Let me know if you would like to read more about the life of humiliated Jessie and lovely Stella. Any suggestion, criticism or query is welcome. I'll respond to your email.