54 comments/ 87229 views/ 21 favorites Little Billy By: george_nobush Married for many years, our sex together had been infrequent at best. We always went through the same routine. She sucked me for a minute or so, I ate her to her 1st orgasm. I would then mount her and she would close her legs, unlike the typical spread of acceptance we see in porn movies. I just figured it felt better for her. It's only now putting her legs together was all about me. I would service her until she orgasmed and I was able to cum. What I never knew was that most of the time when I fucked her, she was faking her orgasm for my ego. After one of our infrequent couplings in the dark, she reached up and turned on the light. "I have to talk to you about something, but I want you to eat me to orgasm. I didn't cum." I had never tasted her with my own semen inside, but I didn't want her left unsatisfied. I put my face between her legs and began sucking her clit. "No," she said, "I want you to put your mouth over my pussy and stick your tongue in as deep as you can. I'm going to push your semen into your mouth." She had never before hinted at any desire to try anything like this. But wanting her pleasured, I did as she directed. I pushed my tongue as far as it would go inside her and felt her vaginal muscles pushing back, contracting around my tongue. I was treated to a meal of my own seed. After a few minutes of sucking and licking, her back arched. She frantically grabbed my ears and pushed my face hard against her until her own orgasm subsided. Once she was done, she released my ears and pushed against the top of my head. She propped up on her elbows, drew up her knees and spread her legs. "I want you to notice that although you first fucked me, then ate me deeply, my pussy is still as tight as ever." I looked down and sure enough, she was right. I had made no impression on her - nothing was stretched out of place in the least. She looked me in the eye and said, "You are a very talented cuntlicker. But that tiny cock just doesn't get it. It never did and as I grow older, I realize something has to change." "Bill, I love you and am very happy with our life together. But I have to have more sexually and you have to accept that. I will be bringing a man home tomorrow from work. I've been giving him blowjobs when we could find a private minute here and there. But we have no place to fuck other than here. And I am tired of keeping this from you. So - you can leave before we get here and I'll let you know when we come back or you can stay. But if you stay, I want you to watch. I'd prefer you stay. That way, there's no secrets about what I'm doing from now on." It was like my entire body went numb. I just looked at her, not saying anything, not moving. The reaction that I couldn't believe was that my tiny, unsatisfying penis was as hard as it had ever been. What was that about? Brenda saw my pants start to tent with its little pole as well. "Whoa, I didn't expect that! You getting hot at the thought of me getting laid by a real man? Oh baby, that's just perfect. Tell you what; I want you to strip right here and masturbate while I watch. I figure that will be a down payment on what you'll get to watch tonight." I pulled my t-shirt over my head and pulled the string on my pants, feeling them fall around my ankles. I stepped out of them still not really feeling anything. I was following orders. Naked, I began running my penis between my thumb and forefinger. It was all I'd ever needed to jerk off. I felt my balls jiggle beneath my hard cock as I pinched it, working toward a quick cum. Brenda stood with her hands on her hips and smirked. "Is it any wonder I've never cum with you inside me. What a pathetic little pee pee. I think you never really developed a real man's sex organs. You still have a set of little boy's genitals." I couldn't disagree. My penis and scrotum were still about the same size as they had been in my pre-teen years. I was nearly 16 before I had grown any pubic hair. Most of my teen years were a misery when it came time to be naked in front of the other boys in the shower. While they strutted around with hairy cocks swinging back and forth, my tiny penis jiggled a bit as it stood stood straight out, not drooping a bit like the "bigger boys'" meaty cocks. I had had only one sexual encounter before getting married. It was a complete disaster. I didn't even penetrate the poor girl who had was going to give me a tumble. I just ejaculated on her panties. She stared at me with a combination of disgust and disbelief. When she realized I was spent, she quickly pulled off the soiled pants, pulled her skirt back down to cover herself and told me to take her home. She rolled down the car window and pitched the panties out into the ditch. Later as we pulled up to her home, she quickly got out without even saying good night, slammed the door and never looked back. It was little different with my wife. My only saving grace with her is that I could eat her to multiple orgasms. If I gave her head first, I would cum as I licked, my semen wasted either on the bed or down my leg. I could never recover before my wife came on my face and lost interest in having me enter her. I felt my ejaculation beginning. Brenda could see my balls begin to rise against my body. "Let's not waste that. Put your hand out and catch it." As I began to cum, I did what I was told. I cupped my left hand so that my semen would shoot into it. I orgasmed less than a minute after I had started masturbating, giving one good shot followed by a couple of dribbling spurts. Brenda said, "I think it would be a good idea for you to become familiar with the taste of semen. There's not much there, but it's a start. Go on, lick it up." I raised my left hand to my mouth and began to lick my seed from my hand. I didn't feel like telling her it wasn't the first time. I had many times scooped my cum from my belly before marriage and sucked it into my mouth. As my penis began to retreat into to its one inch long soft state, the doorbell rang. "Stay right here, just like you are." I began to turn beet red, but didn't disobey. It had been years, but I'd been verbally abused by some pretty vicious males in the past. Brenda opened the door and there stood my exact opposite. The man was tall, muscular and tanned. He took Brenda by the arms and lifted her to her stand on her toes. As their lips met, his tongue darted into Brenda's mouth. They continued to kiss passionately for what seemed like minutes while standing in the doorway, visible to any passerby. As Brenda's breathing got faster and deeper, her hand slid inside his pants. I could see the outline of his penis begin to grow - it began to make a tent that protruded into the pant leg of his slacks. As Brenda slowly pulled her hand out of his pants, she grabbed his belt and pulled him into the house. She closed the door and immediately began unbuckling his belt. Once undone, she unsnapped and unzipped the fly. The fell to the ground, much like my pants had done earlier. But what was hidden there was quite a sight. What I didn't realize was that I'd forgotten about being completely naked in front of a man kissing my wife inside my house. I had entered that numb feeling once again that accompanied an erection that while was close to a Chap Stick in size, was as hard as it had ever been. The man's penis however, was the largest I'd ever seen. That included all the porno I'd ever seen. As my wife stroked it, the width and length continued to grow. When fully erect, he had to be nearly a foot long and as big around as the handle of a baseball bat. My wife took hold with both hands. She could barely reach around the whole thing, plus there was room for a third hand as she stroked him up and down like she was churning butter. But then she abruptly stopped. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and ripped it over his head, leaving him the second naked male in the house. "Come here, I want you to meet someone." My fully dressed wife began leading him by his penis, bringing him closer. "Matt, this is Kenny, my husband. I wanted you both to see and understand why Matt is here. Kenny's pee pee is not made for satisfying anyone over the age of ten. Kenny, I'm going to let Matt fuck me. I can't wait to feel this monster shoved in my pussy. Matt, Kenny is going to watch us and after you cum, he's going to suck out what you leave me, wherever you leave it." Matt looked me in the eye, then his eyes dropped to my crotch. He smirked and took hold of his manhood. He stroked it, holding it up toward my face. I thought for a minute he planned to shoot into my face to save depositing his load into my wife. My wife laughed and said, "Come on you two. I want to get fucked, NOW" She turned and ran toward our bedroom. Matt followed her at a quick pace, his meaty penis swaying back and forth as he strode after her. I could see his balls between his legs. I had to admit watching him walk away was a great scene as he had a tight, smooth ass. What I didn't realize is how closely I'd get to inspect both those body parts. As I entered our bedroom, Matt was stripping my wife with great vigor. She was smiling broadly moving to be sure he had the best angle to allow him to remove her clothes quickly. Once naked, she laid back on our bed and looked at me. "C'mere pussylicker. Eat me and make me ready to be fucked by a man for the first time." I again blushed, but moved closer, dropped to my knees and put my face between her legs. I pushed my tongue deep inside her as Matt stood close beside me, slowly stroking his meat club, keeping it long and hard. It probably took less than a minute for my wife to violently arch her back, stiffening her entire body in her first orgasm of the night. Once the first wave passed, she put her hand on top of my head and shoved me away. Matt stepped between us by stepping over my thighs, which were still close to the edge of the bed. His scrotum and asshole were close enough for me to lean forward and lick them. I started to scramble backward when my wife's head popped up from the bed. "Matt, I want Kenny to put you inside me for the first time. Would that be OK with you?" Matt finally said his first words of the night. "OK, but he better hurry up. I'm horny, babe." "Kenny, get over here and guide Matt's cock into my pussy. Then I'll know you're ready to completely accept the reality of our new arrangement." I moved up beside Matt and slowly reached out and slid my hand around his long, hard cock. It was the first penis I'd ever touched besides my own. It was much heavier than I expected. His skin was far softer. I moved my hand up just behind the large glans and gently tugged him toward my wife's anxiously waiting opening. As he followed my guidance, the head of his penis pushed the lips of Brenda's pussy apart and slowly disappeared into the place I had always thought would be forever reserved for me. As the shaft followed the head, I let go and stepped back, watching him slowly impale my wife on his manhood. She was making a low growl as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She tried to spread her legs further apart to allow Matt to push deeper inside her. Suddenly she realized I was still kneeling on the bed. "You get to watch, but from a distance. Go stand against the wall. And don't touch your pee pee, little boy." I stumbled backward until my bare butt came in contact with the chilly paint on the wall. But I could not take my eyes off the scene before me. I was watching my wife being serviced by another man, a man I'd never met, but the only man whose penis I'd held other than my own. Matt's pace began to pick up his pace as my wife's vagina began to stretch open for the first time in her life. The look on her face was something I'd never seen. She was completely consumed by the sexual experience. My guess was that I could have turned green and flown away at that moment and she would have never known it. All she recognized at this point was the orgasm she was having and the penis filling her vagina that was causing it. Matt continued pounding in and out of my wife, resulting in still more orgasms for her while his scrotum slapped against her ass each time he penetrated the entire length of his cock into her. But then I saw his balls start to rise toward his body. He squeezed his eyes closed and threw his head back, grunting like a rutting animal. As he came, he shot more semen into her than her vagina could hold. It oozed out around his penis as he continue to ejaculate. I had obeyed my wife and refrained from touching my penis. That didn't stop it from being intensely hard throughout the entire fucking. And how I found that as Matt came, so did I. Of course, my load was tiny compared to his, just like my penis. Matt lay down directly on top of my wife, spent. She curled her legs around his ass and her arms around his neck, cuddling him in their after-sex glow. She looked over at me with my half-hard little pee pee and told me to come to the edge of the bed. Matt never looked up. Brenda continued to stroke his neck tenderly. She looked directly into my eyes and said, "I love you madly, but I will never fuck you again. Your pee pee will never enter my body again as long as I live. It would be pointless." I looked down at her, embracing the man who had for the first time in her life, satisfied her deeply and completely. Tears welled up in my eyes and I began to weep. I was crying for my loss, knowing my days of sex with the love of my life were over. I also cried to know my love was so satisfied. Matt recovered enough to slide his softened cock out of my wife. It was slick with the semen he had deposited into the woman who until this moment had pledged fidelity only to me. Matt rolled off and lay beside my wife. "Ok little boy, I told you to get used to the taste of semen. Get your face between my legs and clean me up." Brenda grabbed her knees and pulled up to expose her pussy for me. She smiled and said, "Start with my ass and work up." The excess semen had flowed from the bottom of her pussy and was slowly moving down the crack of her ass, over her asshole. I took the tip of my tongue and began flicking at Matt's seed, tasting it to see if I could stomach it. "Don't be shy, Little Boy. Stick your tongue in deep and get it all." I could see her flex her anus, gradually loosening it to allow my tongue to penetrate it. I took a deep breath and pushed my tongue deeply into her rectum, reaming the center of the brown rosebud, tasting Matt's semen, Brenda's pussy juice and her ass mixed together. Once clean, I started to lick the space between ass and pussy. I finally made my way to Brenda's gaping pussy, and began licking the deposit that still remained inside her. My face shown with the juices covering my chin and cheeks. Eventually, I had sucked and licked all the male and female juices that remained. In the process, my efforts had caused my wife to cum twice more. I leaned back, still on my knees. Brenda let go of her knees and pushed herself up the bed and lay there naked, enjoying her best sex ever. She lifted her head and looked at Matt. "Matt, your cock is still slimy. Do you want my Little Boy to suck it clean. Do you do that?" Matt looked at me and smiled. "I never have, but it might be interesting. Come here little boy and clean my cock." I looked at Brenda with what had to be a look of panic. I had never touched another man's penis, much less sucked it. But there is was again; my pee pee (even I thought of it like this now) was getting hard at the thought. Brenda saw it, too. "Little Boy, are you hot to suck a man? Your pee pee is giving you away. I never knew you wanted a man. Well, here's your chance. Clean him up." I looked at Matt. He slowly stood and put his hands on his hips. His shiny cock hung in front of his balls, waiting for my attention. Still on my knees, I turned to find his cock was only an inch from my face. I opened my mouth, bent down a little and let the head of his cock slide into my mouth. I was still soft, but quickly began to grow longer and hard. I sucked on the head hard, sliding my tongue around and around to get all the juices off. Once clean, I popped the head out of my mouth and began licking the shaft like licking butter off an ear of corn. Soon he was once again as hard as when he first entered my wife. I felt his muscular hand on the top of my head as he shoved me to the floor. He turned toward the bed, where he saw Brenda on her hands and knees, sticking her pussy our for him to see. "Stick that monster in here and fuck me." Matt climbed on to the bed and once again penetrated my wife. He began servicing her by slowly sliding his cock in and out in a crouch behind her. I could see her hand between her legs, fondling his balls each time they swung forward as he thrust more and more aggressively. I could see that glazed-eye look again. She was about to orgasm once again. It seemed she had come more in the last hour than she had during our entire marriage. Certainly if she had cum with me, it was not with the intensity she felt from being fucked with a penis three times bigger than mine. Matt continued having his way with her. She continued to come over and over. Finally I saw his balls pull up against his body. He groaned and ejaculated once again into Brenda's puffy pussy. After a minute or so to catch her breath, Brenda looked around. "Clean-up time, little boy." This time do Matt then crawl under me so I can face-sit you again." I once again did as I was told, licking Matt's cock clean of his semen and Brenda's pussy juice. Once done there, I lay down under Brenda, my mouth just under her crotch. She reared up and gave me a mouthful of pussy and semen. I felt Matt's cum coming out of her and sliding down my throat. When she'd had enough, she flopped over on the bed and pushed me to the floor with her feet. "Wait for me at the foot of the bed," she said, as she got out and went to where Matt was dressing. Before he zipped his fly, she stuck her hand in and pulled out the now-soft monster. "Mmm, what a great cock. It's so nice to be fucked by a man." Matt pulled his cock out of her hand and zipped his fly. He smiled and said, "We'll have to do this again sometime. Maybe next time your husband would like a load of his own instead of just getting it while cleaning up." Brenda giggled. Matt turned and left. She looked at me, head down, kneeling at the foot of the bed, emotionally exhausted. "I'm glad you like our new arrangements. I think there will be many more changes, starting now. She pulled an old comforter from the closet and threw it on the floor. "We can make more permanent arrangements later, but for tonight you sleep on this at the foot of the bed. Remember, no touching your tiny pee pee without my permission." She then tousled my hair like mothers do to a son that pleases her. She crawled into bed, still naked, sighed, smiled and went fast asleep. I looked at the makeshift bed I'd been given, spread it out on the floor and laid down, fully exposed. I wondered about the changes yet to come. I believed there would be many. The Next Morning The next morning. I awoke to the sound of Brenda calling, "Billy! Billy boy! Time to get up!" I opened my eyes to see Brenda straddling me. She'd never called me "Billy" before. I looked up to see she was still naked, her labia still red and puffed from the workout she got the previous night. I slowly got to my feet and started to reach for my robe. "No, no," said Brenda as she shook her head. "No more clothes for you while in the house. You will be naked so your boyhood is always visible. The only time you will dress is when I allow it. And when those times come, I will tell you what to wear. Now go start the shower for me." Little Billy - The Real Story ["Little Billy" was originally submitted by george_nobush. I read it and realized I disliked the story enough that I wanted to offer readers an alternative. This is that alternative. If you are one of the readers who loves stories where a husband is made to accept his wife cuckolding him you probably will not like this story.] * When Brenda and I met we were both graduates of decent colleges and both had good jobs. We met at a mixer because the company I worked for had been purchased by the company Brenda worked for. Brenda is an attractive woman, to me. She gets enough attention from other men that I know she is attractive to them as well. I am almost invisible. As invisible as a man can be at five foot ten and a hundred seventy-five pounds. My hair is brown and has had the same style since I was in second grade. I've never been much for sports. I do exercise, but the payoff is not in muscle or speed. My payoff is in health. Brenda has maintained her trim figure and tone without me seeing her exercise even once. She doesn't own jogging shorts or a sports bra. We dated for six months, going to events that interested us and becoming friends before anything physical happened between us. I was and still am physically attracted to Brenda, but the passion I read about, the passion I think I'd like to experience was never very strong between us. We were good enough friends and enjoyed being together enough that after six months of dating mostly on weekends one evening I asked her to spend the night with me. She responded, "I'm not sure that's a good idea." Under further questioning she shared her misgivings with me. She was apprehensive that her lack of experience wouldn't make her a good partner for me, that I would be disappointed. She was pretty sure that she was non-orgasmic in that she had never experienced what other women she had listened to describe as orgasmic bliss. Even when she masturbated she never got where other women said they got. It took another month of dating before we slept together. That was what we did that first night and our second night in bed together. We slept together. The third night we went to bed together we attempted sex. I was so excited that when my penis was on it's way to her vagina I ejaculated and "spilled my seed" on rather than in her. We were both embarrassed and it took another month of sleepovers before we attempted sex again. That time I jerked off before we started and I actually penetrated her and stroked for four or five minutes inside her before I came. She did not have an orgasm. She did say she enjoyed the intimacy and the feelings she had. We found that our lives seemed better together that apart, so even with an imperfect sex life, we married. I research how I could help us both enjoy sex more and over the first couple of years it seemed that Brenda was able to achieve orgasms, especially after I learned to use my fingers and mouth on her vulva. Like most of the couples I read about and listened to we established a routine for our life together and that routine included a pattern for the sexual part of our lives. Twelve years after we married the pattern of our sex lives had been set. We had sex the same way every time we had sex. Brenda would suck me until I was hard, which took about two minutes. While she sucked me I would eat her to her first orgasm. As soon as her first orgasm hit I would turn around and quickly mount her, in the missionary position. As soon as I was in she would lift and close her legs, increasing the pressure and shortening the time it took for me to climax. I figured she closed her legs to make the sensations better for me. I was wrong. On the second Saturday of March 2009 we had one of our infrequent sexual encounters and when I had cum I did as I always did, I rolled to my side and lay next to her. Instead of our usual falling asleep ritual Brenda leaned to the side and turned on the small lamp on her side of the bed. "I need to talk to you about something, but first I want you to eat me to orgasm. I have only cum once." I had never eaten her after I had cum inside her. I didn't want to leave her unsatisfied so I did as she asked. I expected her to shut off the lamp and to eat her in the dark where all our sexual activities took place. She left the light on and opened her legs wide for me. I didn't hurry. Instead I spent a considerable time stimulating her and feeling her swell towards her orgasm. She gave me directions on how to help her get the orgasm she wanted. It took time and I learned that she could have a stronger than normal orgasm if I followed her directions and ate her the way she desired to be eaten. When her back arched and she trembled all over I was treated to a flow of her juices and I felt the spasms of the muscles in her vulva. She calmed and still held my head close to her pussy. She said, "I want you to notice that although you first ate me, then fucked me and then ate me again, deeply enough to give me a great orgasm, my pussy has not been opened at all." I looked and saw that her lips still touched. No signs of penetration by my efforts were evident. "You are a talented cuntlicker. However, your cock doesn't fill me at all. I have figured out that the size of your penis is the problem. To put it another way, I have discovered that I need an industrial sized tool to get me where I need to go. Something needs to change." I was stunned. Never, in our years together, had we had such a sexual conversation. Never had she intimated that I was a terrible lover. She was telling me that my dick wasn't good enough to get the job done! She had shown me the evidence, proving my dick was too small! "Bill, I love you, love our life together... but, this must change. I must have a better sex life and you must accept that. Tomorrow night when I come home from work I will be bringing a friend home with me. He and I have become close and I am bringing him home so that we can have sex. I have become close enough to him that I have already discovered he has the equipment needed to fill me up and fuck me properly." Brenda paused, letting her words sink in. I was in shock. My stature as a man was shattered. A few seconds passed and she continued: "You have two choices. You can stay here while Matt and I fuck or you can leave and come back after midnight. I would prefer that you stay. I prefer that you not only stay, but you watch. Then you will know that this is what I need and want. You'll see that what I need is more than you can give." The thoughts of Brenda bringing a man home and fucking him in front of me were thoughts I'd never entertained before. As they swirled through my brain my small penis grew to it's full size. She said, "Look! The thought of me getting screwed by a full-sized man turn you on, too! Good. That's perfect. What I want you to think about is eating me after he leaves. He is not here to become my new husband or to move in. He's coming here to fuck me, that's all." "You love me? Am I supposed to be pleased that you are going to fuck someone else?" I asked, still attempting to understand how and why my life had just changed. Brenda smiled and said, "I do love you. I love you and I need a good fucking! Between about five tomorrow afternoon and midnight I'm going to get fucked. After midnight, I'll sleep the night with you, just like always. I have no intention of replacing you as my husband, well, just one part of you." She leaned to me, kissed me quickly then shut off the light and went to sleep. I stayed awake for hours, thinking. My life before Brenda had been a sexual disaster. I had somehow made it through high school gym classes without too many boys pointing to my size and making rude remarks, but there were those cruel boys who did say something. I had attempted sex with a willing date in high school but that too was a disaster. I came on her, not in her and she never spoke to me after that night. As the dawn came and Brenda woke to get ready for work I believed I understood that we had a good marriage and that this was just a case of her getting someone to fix something I couldn't reach. We would, I believed, be Ok. My feelings were bruised but I told myself that we still had a good marriage. The work day passed as all work days did. As the clock in my workshop showed itself getting closer and closer to quitting time I noticed myself anticipating the evening. I thought my job, as Brenda's husband, was to do everything I could to have her life be great, even if it embarrassed or humiliated me. Perhaps I could learn something from the man coming to fuck my wife that would enable me to be enough lover to satisfy her. When I arrived home I parked my car in the garage and quickly went inside. I changed the sheets on our bed, lit two fragrance candles, made sure a fresh bar of soap was in the shower, fresh towels hanging nearby and whatever else I could think of to make the environment conducive to them enjoying their fucking. A few minutes after six I heard two cars pull into our driveway. As I heard their feet on the back stairs I opened the back door and Brenda stepped inside. She smiled at me and said, "Matt, this is Billy, my husband. He will be watching as we fuck. He wants to see how a man fucks a woman, a real man, with a real cock." She stepped past me and I saw Matt for the first time. He was the embodiment of tall, dark and handsome. Easily six foot four and muscular he filled the expensive suit he wore and moved with self-assurance. He wore a suit that was tailored and must have cost a thousand dollars. His face was tanned and he smiled at me as he entered our home. I put out my hand and he walked passed me. That was my first hint that Brenda's lover didn't see things the way I did. In the kitchen Brenda opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. She and Matt drained half their contents and then kissed. It was obvious they had kissed before and that Brenda liked kissing Matt. She molded her body to his and placed his hands on her ass as their faces met. "Billy, bring our wine to the bedroom, please." Brenda said, when the kiss ended. Arm in arm they turned and left the kitchen. I noticed that Brenda didn't pour me a glass of wine. She had treated me as a servant, not a spouse. She guided Matt to the master bedroom. In the bedroom she helped him undress and handed me his clothes to hang up. He stood watching Brenda and I as if he always was undressed by others and tended to as if he were something quite special. When Brenda lowered his silk boxers his huge penis was exposed. Brenda held it with both her hands, saying, "Look Billy, isn't it wonderful?" Matt smiled and said, "Brenda, Get undressed and get on the bed for me." She reluctantly let go of his cock and quickly undressed. She removed her thong and handed it to me. It was soaking wet. I hung her dress on a hanger and when I turned back towards the bed Brenda was on her back with her legs spread wide. Matt said, "Your cunt will never take what I have for you without preparation. I'll rip you when I push inside. So... Billy, I want you to eat Brenda to an orgasm while she sucks me." He moved closer to the head of our bed and said, "And play with her hole, opening her up for me, would you?" It wasn't really a question. I looked at Brenda and she smiled up at me. "Do as he asks, Billy. I know you love eating me. Make me cum for my new lover, Billy." The tone of her voice was as if she was talking to a little boy, not a husband. Her hands went to the junction of her thighs and she held herself open for me. I knelt beside the bed and bent to the task I'd been given. Matt moved close to Brenda's head and aimed his flaccid cock at her mouth. She smiled up at him and opened wide to admit the intruder. "I don't want to have to wait to fuck her, Billy. Get her to cum before I get all the way hard, Ok?" She was quite wet when my mouth touched her and wetter still as she slurped his long, fat penis. I looked up and saw Matt's swelling cock stretching her lips. After a minute or so of our efforts Brenda started talking between efforts to get Matt's cock ready for her fucking. She held his cock, pulled back so she could speak and said, "Billy, look how big Matt is. God I wish you were even half as big!" Her mouth took him back inside and after a few seconds sucking him and making wet noises she backed off him again and said, "You're so much better than Billy, Matt. I love your big cock." Repeated comments to Matt and to me let me be sure she was intent on humiliating me and making sure I knew how inadequate she believed I was. She used the name Billy instead of Bill as she had called me for most of the years we had been a couple. Even my Mom had stopped calling me Billy when I was ten. My feelings were wounded. Bad enough that she brought a man into our home, our bed, to fuck her. The verbal abuse was unnecessary. I felt tears welling up as I felt her pussy responding. I saw how huge his cock had grown. Brenda was having trouble getting it in her mouth. She shuddered and came. As soon as she started to cum Matt pulled out of her mouth and said, "Good! Now I can get inside your cunt!" He pushed me aside and quickly rammed his way inside Brenda. She yelped at his first push inside her. He hesitated and let her get used to the stretch of her vaginal walls, then he pushed deeper inside her. "Oh sweet Jesus, you're so fucking big!" Brenda said as she watched him pushing inside her. From where I landed on the floor, beside the bed, I had a very clear view of his cock sliding inside my wife. Her normally pale skin near her pussy was pinking and swelling. Her natural lubrication leaked out with his every stroke. "Fuck me Matt! Fuck me good!" She repeated her words over and over as Matt pistoned in and out of her. She braced herself by putting her hands on the headboard as Matt pushed her towards the headboard with every thrust. "Fuck me Matt! Fuck me good!" Matt folded her legs up by her chest for a while. He leaned forward, pressing down with his hands behind her knees to further fold her and make his penetration feel even deeper to her. She had often held her legs up when we fucked, but always with her legs together. With Matt in her she opened her legs wide and looked up at his face, glancing down where they joined often. Sweat made their skin wet. Their combined grunts and groans sounded much like a porno movie sound track. I felt myself being hard and turned on... not because I thought it was great that Matt was fucking my wife but because I'd never seen someone fucking so close to me before. The sight and sounds were ruttingly sensual. "I want you from behind." Matt said. He released his hold of Brenda's legs and she turned over. She put her head on the bed, her ass she aimed at Matt's erect prick. He grabbed her hips and said, "Billy, help me aim my cock into her cunt!" It wasn't a request. He was giving me an order! He expected me to hold his cock and aim it into Brenda! I hesitated. Brenda looked at me and said, "Billy, this is what I want, too. Do what Matt wants." She twisted around a bit more and looked back at Matt. "I can't believe how good being filled feels! I've spent years being unsatisfied!" I reached out and did what they wanted me to do, grabbing his cock and lining it up with the open snatch winking at Matt. I was amazed at how big his cock felt in my hand and how hot. When the tip touched her opening Matt leaned forward and slid into my wife, my Brenda. Brenda moaned and said, "Yes! That's the fucking I've always needed!" Matt focused and slammed against Brenda's ass as he fucked her hard. For a few minutes he and Brenda ignored me. I left the bedroom and went to the bathroom. My hand was slippery with their juices, so I washed. As I washed my hands I thought about the whole situation. Why did Brenda want me to see her being fucked? Why did Matt feel it was Ok to fuck my wife in front of me? Why did they order me around? Why was I Billy instead of Bill? Their noises got more frantic and louder. I knew Matt was close to cumming and Brenda was cumming almost continuously. I stayed in the bathroom so I didn't have to watch. I heard Matt. "I'm close! Do you want me to make a baby in you or shoot my wad in your ass?" Brenda had never let me into her ass! Make a baby? Up to that moment I'd never considered birth control. He should have been wearing a condom! I knew the courts would make me pay child support even though the DNA would show the child, if they started one, wasn't mine biologically. "Make a baby with me!" Brenda screamed. Matt grunted loudly and emptied his nuts into my wife. I stayed in the bathroom and seethed. What could I do? Matt was bigger, stronger and younger than me. Brenda had invited him into her body. He was a guest in her body but it felt to me as if my life was being raped! I realized there was nothing to be done. His load was already swimming towards her egg, if there was one. As they calmed down, I left the bathroom and went to the kitchen. I got a beer and drank it as I heard my wife and her lover start the shower. I could hear their voices and their laughter even though I couldn't tell what they were saying. Before the shower shut off I couldn't take it any more. The disrespect, the humiliation, were too much. I took my car keys and walked out the back door. With some effort I maneuvered my car past Brenda's and Matt's cars and I left. For two hours I drove, not really going anywhere just driving. Just before midnight I came back. My thinking had become action. I had stopped for dinner and during my meal I had formulated a plan. I found Brenda in bed, alone and asleep. I slept on our couch in the living room. In the morning Brenda woke me and asked, "Why didn't you come to bed?" I opened my eyes and saw her standing over me with hickies on her breasts and dried cum on her thighs. The smell of fucking assaulted my nose. She hadn't bothered to dress or clean up after Matt left. "You were so peacefully sleeping I didn't want to disturb you." I said. 'I didn't want to sleep with a whore', I thought, but didn't say. "Next time, come to bed anyway. Ok? I made breakfast. Get dressed and we can eat before I need to leave for work." Brenda said. I got up, dressed and shared the breakfast she made. At the breakfast table Brenda said, "Matt can't come over tonight. I'm thinking we can watch "Grey's Anatomy" tonight, just the two of us. Would you like that?" "That might be fun." I said. 'Maybe the show will be about a whore having a baby that doesn't belong to her husband,' I thought. "You understand that you and I will never fuck again, don't you? Now that I've had a real dick fill me up, it would be pointless to fuck a puny dick like yours. Tonight, you can eat me though. You're a good pussylicker." "I noticed that Matt didn't eat you. Matt didn't hardly touch you, he just stuck his prick in you and pounded away." "If you had a wonderful weapon like that you could skip the foreplay, too." "Good thing I like eating pussy." "Matt said when he comes back we'll have you eat me after he's filled my pussy. I like that idea. Maybe we'll have you suck Matt's big cock, too." She didn't see how disgusting that would be! She suggested it as if it would be something I'd enjoy. She gathered her things and left for work. I gathered my things and left for my job. As soon as I arrived at work I made arrangements to leave work to take care of all the details for getting a divorce. Our state is a no fault state so the divorce would be straight forward. All our assets would be split equally and we would go our separate ways. Rather than risk the wrath of an upset woman with a lawyer, I split all the financial accounts, putting my half in accounts with my name only on them. Easier to keep money than to get her to give my share back. Little Billy - The Real Story I would find out if the divorce would be filed that night. I would find out if Brenda was willing to give up Matt and his big cock. If the answer was "No" she would be served as soon as possible after the confrontation. To be honest I didn't believe she would be willing to give up looking for and fucking every big dick she could find. I got home before Brenda. I packed two suitcases with my clothes and stashed them in my car. I got the present I purchased the night before out of my car and got it ready for the evening. Brenda wanted a big dick to fill her up. She was going to get her wish. Half an hour before Brenda was due home I called and arranged for dinner to be delivered. I was ready to serve it when she arrived. She was all smiles when she came through the door. She came directly to me and gave me a kiss, saying, "Hi. It's so good to see you getting dinner ready. It tells me you've come to acceptance with the way life needs to be from now on." I helped her with her chair, then I poured each of us a large glass of wine. As we ate I asked, "The feeling of being filled is really important to you isn't it?" "I wish I could make you really understand how great it was to be really fucked last night. If you had a vagina maybe I could have you really understand." She swallowed half her glass of wine and said, "You should understand, I'm not leaving you for Matt. I only picked him because the women in the building let me know he has a big dick." "Now that you have a big dick to fuck you and me to eat you, you're happy?" I asked. She nodded, took another drink and said, "Yes! Life is good." "What do I get? Can I bring another woman home and eat her in our bed?" "No! Anytime you want to eat pussy, you can eat mine. Our fucking is over. It's not my fault you have such a small pee-pee. Another woman would be just as disappointed as I was with fucking you. You're great at eating pussy but a woman wants more than a great tongue." I didn't argue with her. Either she would see that I could adapt and be the lover she wanted and needed or she and I were done. The next couple of hours would tell. We finished dinner and cleaned up together. We watched TV for a while and when "Grey's Anatomy" ended I said, "Go shower and I'll meet you in bed." She kissed me with a quick peck on my lips and went to the shower. I got the bedroom ready. Brenda came out of the shower, dried herself and came to bed. I kissed her and as we kissed I slipped a cuff around each of her wrists. She felt me apply the cuffs and tried to get loose. She couldn't. The cuffs attached quickly with snap fittings. "What's this all about, Billy?" Brenda asked. I could hear a little fear in her voice. "It's a surprise for you. I want you to have everything you want. Last night we did what you wanted. You wanted me to watch you fuck another man in our bed. Tonight, we do what I want." As quickly as possible I attached the two wrist cuffs together after passing the linking cord through holes in the headboard of our bed. I moved down towards her feet and I captured a foot and fastened a cuff near her ankle. I snapped a cord to the cuff. I had already passed the cord under the bed. Once I had one ankle attached I cuffed the other ankle and attached it to the cord. In about a minute I had immobilized my wife. She could wiggle some but she could not get loose. As she tried to get loose and commanded me to let her loose I undressed and said, "Spread your legs as far as you can, Honey. I'm going to eat pussy for a while." She smiled, realizing I wasn't going to hurt her, then spread her legs for me. I crawled between her legs and began licking her. After a few minutes I lifted my face from her and asked, "Does that feel good, Baby?" "I told you. You're great at licking cunt. It feels really good, but it isn't enough." "I know. You need a big dick slamming into you, filling you up." I said. She nodded. "You understand." I covered her face with a hand towel. She couldn't reach it with her hands and turning her head didn't dislodge it from covering her eyes. I reached under the bed and came back with a tube of lube and a strap on dildo. It was made with an opening in the base where my small dick would fit. The dildo was twelve inches long and bigger around than Matt's penis. "I don't like this!" Brenda said. "Relax Sweetheart. I'm not here to hurt you." I said as I strapped the purple dildo on. My dick was already hard as I slid it into the base of the silicone cock. The straps were tightened and I was ready to see if Brenda was getting fucked and liking it or getting a divorce. "Untie me! This isn't funny." Brenda squirmed and pulled at the cords holding her in place. They held her in place. "You're right about that. I'm not laughing. I wasn't laughing last night either." I applied lube to the long shaft and aimed it between her legs. The instant it touched her slit she said, "I told you we aren't ever fucking again! Your tiny pecker doesn't do it for me!" "I believe you. However, I want this." I held the silicone cock with one hand and aligned it with her slit. Brenda tried to shift far enough that I couldn't penetrate her. A single slap to her breast stopped her movement long enough for her to yelp and stop moving long enough for the first three inches of purple cock to push inside her. The head of the purple cock slipped inside my wife three inches and she said, "Too big! Oh my God, it's too big!" "It will fit. The more you wiggle and squirm the more it will hurt. Save the wiggle for after you get stretched a bit, Sweetheart." I pushed inside another inch. Brenda stopped resisting. I watched as the lips of her cunt opened and swallowed the big dong. I watched amazed at how it looked and felt to penetrate her that way. When the dildo bumped into her cervix she yelped again. I stopped and backed out slightly. "Are you full?" I asked. "Yes! Even fuller than when Matt did me!" The quality of her voice had changed. The whine was gone. Slowly I pulled back until only the head was still inside my wife. I dripped more lube on the shaft and pushed back inside her. At the end of that stroke Brenda said, "Why didn't you use one of those on me years ago?" "I would have, if you had told me it was what you needed or wanted. You faked that what I was doing worked for you." I pushed a little faster. Brenda moaned. Looking down at her belly I saw her starting to quiver, the muscles under her skin responding to my new, longer, stronger cock. My actual cock was being stimulated as well, moving inside the dildo as it pistoned my wife. As she got into the action I untied one ankle and lifted her leg, allowing deeper penetration on every stroke. Soon she was making the kinds of noises she had made when Matt was doing her the night before. "I'm so close! Fuck me Bill! Oh please, fuck me!" She screamed. I saw her juices squirt, wetting both of us and the bed. Her eyes closed and she shook, pulling at her restraints. I kept pumping into her. A minute or so after her climax started I filled the inside of the dildo with my splash of seed. It felt incredibly good. Without pulling back or out, I rested. Brenda rested and calmed down, some. I removed the towel from her face. She opened her eyes and lifted her face to mine, kissing me with passion and tongue. "That was wonderful! Thank you." She whispered. My hips moved and she felt the dildo move within her. It hadn't softened at all. "Oh!" "Yes, Sweetheart, I'm still hard. Being human, even Matt wilts after a good fuck. I don't." I said, pulling back then plunging into Brenda again. "I won't be able to walk!" "Good! You can stay right where you are and I'll feed you this until you're satisfied!" The conflicting emotions I had about Brenda bringing a stranger home to fuck, about her not involving me in solving OUR problem, about wanting me humiliated for having a smaller-than-she-wanted dick all focused in me pounding into her as hard and fast as my hips would move. Brenda squealed, moaned, yelped a few times and cried as she was fucked. I stopped when I was exhausted. I pulled back far enough that the purple dildo came all the way out of Brenda. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair was a mess and she was weak from uncounted orgasms. I dropped down beside her and seconds later I was asleep. She let me sleep for two hours. She lay beside me, tied and tired. She woke me with her voice, saying, "Bill, Honey, I need to pee. Please wake up and untie me." I woke up and I untied her. I helped her off the bed and we showered together. She started to sit on the toilet, but I helped her into the shower and while I soaped her up she released her stream and peed in the shower. A first for us. When we were both clean I shut off the water and we dried each other. She kissed me often during the shower and the drying process. When we hung our towels back on the rack she said, "Billy, that was the best sex we've ever had! My pussy is stretched out and feels well used. Thank you." "You made a mess of the bed. I think maybe you need to clean up, wash the sheets and air out the bedroom. What do you think?" "I agree! I'll do it. I'll also make a snack for my husband. What would you like?" I told her what I wanted to eat and she went to work, starting a load a wash and making a midnight snack for us. She stayed nude. When we headed back to bed she said, "You know you didn't need to restrain me. I love what your new dick does to me. I'll open my legs for you almost any time you want me, now that you can fill me." "You would have welcomed my purple cock without the restraints?" I asked, remembering her actual reaction. "You might have had to talk me into it. But as soon as you talked me into it I would love it. I did love it! I wonder if I will have recovered enough by tonight to give Matt and you another good ride. I hope so." "Matt's coming back for more?" "Of course! One ride on your plastic dick won't be enough. I like how fucking Matt feels. And it isn't just Matt you realize. I'm inviting another stud from work home Friday night. He's not married, so he can stay the night and we can screw all night long." "What's his name?" I asked. "Blaine. Blaine Thompson. He works in the sales department, down the hall from my office." "And you want me to be here and watch him fuck you, too?" "I want you to eat me before he fucks me and then suck all his jizz out of me when he's done with me! I love having two men take good care of my cunt and take care of me." I didn't say anything more. Brenda made it clear that she was a slut, a woman who wanted not only Matt, but also Blaine and probably Howdy Doody as well! I wondered how she was planning to live without my support, my money and my assistance after she was served divorce papers. I knew she couldn't afford the rent on our house, the payment on her Audi and her shopping trips on what she made. I didn't say anything. I'd let the process server say it all. When I got to work that morning I called my lawyer and arranged to have her served. I got a friend to come to the house and set up the equipment so I'd have photographic evidence of her fucking someone other than me. At lunchtime Brenda called me on the phone. "Billy, when you get home would you put fresh sheets on the bed? I don't want the three of us to have to use the same one's you and I used last night and this morning." I agreed to change the sheets. I needed to be agreeable until I had everything in place to end the sham of our marriage. My lawyer called and let me know that Brenda would be served at work the next day. The company CEO would also be served. An hour later my boss asked me to go to San Francisco for a two-day seminar. He had been scheduled to go but had changed his plans for some reason. Since I already had two suitcases packed I easily agreed to drive to San Francisco and attend the seminar. I called Brenda and gave her the news. "Honey, I'm being sent to San Francisco for three days. I won't be home long enough to change the sheets for your fuck party tonight. Maybe you can ask Matt to come over and change the sheets before you fuck him?" "Don't be that way, Billy. You know Matt wouldn't change the sheets like that. His wife probably changes the sheets in their home. I'd be surprised if he's ever changed sheets on a bed. He's not nearly as good a caretaker as you." "Well, I'm good for something. Will you miss me?" "Of course! Drive carefully." She said. The line went dead in my hand. I hung it up and left the building. On my way to my car I realized she hadn't said she loved me. A sin of omission. As I drove north to San Francisco I called a number I had researched. A woman answered. I asked, "Is Matt there?" "No. He's at work. Who is this?" "He's going to call you shortly and tell you he's working late. Do you want to know where he'll actually be?" "He called a few minutes ago. Who are you? Are you telling me he isn't working late?" "He's going to my house and fucking my wife with that big dick of his." "He promised he wouldn't ever do it again!" "He's cheated on you before, hasn't he?" "Yes!" She sobbed. I listened to her cry for a couple minutes and then asked, "What do you want to do about his cheating?" "Cut off his nuts!" She screamed. "I'll give you my address. I have to go to San Francisco on business. I'll be at the Hyatt at Fisherman's Wharf for a couple days. I'm sure you can find a few friends to go with you and catch Matt and my wife fucking away. There's a spare key to the back door under the potted rose bush on the back porch." She got a pen and wrote down my address. I stopped in Bakersfield and had a meal. The receipt had both a date and time stamp. I tucked it in my wallet and resumed the drive north. I wondered why Brenda wouldn't give up Matt and Blaine. The more I thought about it the more I knew it didn't matter why. What mattered was that she found me inadequate and she was not willing to stop fucking Matt and Blaine or any other big dick she could find. I had fucked her with a bigger, stronger, longer lasting erection than Matt owned and she still wanted more! I checked into the hotel where my boss had made reservations. It was nearly eleven o'clock. I wondered what Matt's wife had actually done with the information I'd given her. One sure way to find out. I called home. The phone rang six times and then the machine answered. I left a message. "Hi Honey. I'm at the Hyatt at Fisherman's Wharf and wanted to say good-night to you. Take care of yourself. I love you." I hung up. My one sure way to find out, hadn't worked. I dialed Matt's home number. It rang until their machine picked up. I hung up the phone without leaving a message. By midnight I had showered, unpacked and crawled into the king-sized bed in my room. I had no trouble going to sleep. Brenda had made the bed she was sleeping in and whatever happened I wasn't Billy any more. I was Bill. I dreamed about fucking Brenda with my big purple cock. I dreamed about her walking funny for days after I had her pussy and her ass. When I woke up at six o'clock, needing to pee, I smiled all the way into the bathroom, thinking about the hard-on I had in my suitcase. I caught a glance of my naked body in the bathroom mirror as I headed back to bed. As usual, I saw a nest of dark pubic hair but no long snake of cock sticking out. I remembered a joke that had something to do with sitting on a toilet and the water being cold. My dick had never dipped into the water of any toilet. I was back in bed and almost asleep when there was a knock at my door. I got up and looked through the peep-window in the door. A woman with red hair stood in the hallway. I asked, "Who is it?" She answered, "Matt's ex! Open the door, please. I'm cold." I stepped into the bathroom and put on a robe. I opened the door to the hallway and she entered my room, pulling a suitcase behind her. She was good looking. The door closed and she moved to the bed and sat down. "Want to know what happened?" She asked. I nodded. "I called my sisters and the three of us went to your house. Matt's car was parked in your driveway. We quietly went to the back door and found it unlocked. Matt and your wife were in your bed, fucking. We could hear their noises as we crept to them. Marcie, my oldest sister, opened the bedroom door and screamed when she saw them. Matt fell off the bed and your wife landed on top of him. When Matt hit the floor with his head he was knocked out. Your wife screamed at us to get out and my younger sister slapped her. She tripped over Matt and fell on top of him, twisting her ankle and we heard something snap inside Matt." "How badly was he hurt?" I asked, hoping he broke a rib or two. "Your wife landed on his chest, breaking three ribs. Marcie called 9-1-1 and an ambulance took both of them to the hospital. The paramedics asked what happened and your wife told them what happened. After they left I realized I was filing for divorce and I wanted to thank you for telling me what they were doing." "You could have called." I said. "Not quite how I want to say thank you." She reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her eyes flashed at me and I knew what she was offering. "Wait! I've seen what your husband has been using to fuck you with and I don't compare. I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to disappoint you." "Matt has disappointed me for years. He's convinced that all he needs to do is wave that big damned thing in the air and every woman for fifty miles will get wet for him. He believes foreplay is him asking, "Wanna fuck?" "I love eating pussy." The front of her blouse was unbuttoned. I helped her stand and we kissed. We kissed many times and in the process I helped her undress. Her clothes didn't get folded or hung up. They were dropped on the floor and forgotten. I kissed and caressed all her wonderful parts, memorizing everything about her body. She was a natural red-head, as evidenced by the small patch of red hair above her slit and the twenty-thousand freckles on her pale skin. On her "A" cup breasts she had a tattoo of a vine wrapping around each breast and the vine had small flowers and leaves on it. Her areola and nipples appeared to be swollen, begging for the attention of my mouth. As I gave her body my full attention she and I finished undressing her. She said, "You'll be the first man to ever kiss my pussy." I dropped to my knees and said, "Maybe I'll be lucky and be the only man to ever eat you a thousand times." My face touched her slit and my tongue probed between her lips. "Oh God! Oh, that's the best!" She dropped back onto the bed and opened wide for me. Her hands found my ears and held on, urging me against her wet puss. My hands found and teased her breasts as I ate her pussy. She moaned. She spread her legs wide and made all the noises she could, letting me know she loved what I was doing. A few minutes later her body tensed and she said, "I'm cumming!" I ate her through her first orgasm and into the second and third. I drank her flow and she quivered, screamed and panted. When I finally pulled back from her pussy she was covered in goose bumps. She pulled me up next to her and kissed her own juices from my face. When she spoke it was some minutes later. "Damn! I wish Matt had a small dick so he could have learned to be that kind of lover. What we just did was better than being bruised every time he wanted sex." "You're welcome." I said. "Brenda thought Matt's big dick was what she wanted and she was never going to fuck me again." "Think we can trade?" "Trade? You mean let Matt have Brenda and you can keep me?" As I asked I took her nipple and areola in my mouth and applied a little suction. Her hands held my head in place and she said, "Damned right! They deserve each other!" Little Billy - The Real Story I made it to the seminar, two hours late. At the end of the day of meetings I called Brenda and she answered the phone. Matt was in our bed, recovering from being discovered fucking and broken ribs. They accepted our offer of a trade. Red's name is Donna. I don't call her Donna. I call her Red. Matt lives in what used to be my house. I live with Red. She loves sucking my little cock. She loves having me eat her pussy and about once a month or so she loves having a big purple cock in her. She also likes the three other dildos I use to pleasure her. Oh yes, she hasn't once called me Billy. She calls me William. Little Billy I walked to the bathroom, my tiny penis jiggling with each step. I was now intensely aware of my inadequacies. For the 1st time, I wish it swayed back and forth like I'd seen other males with larger cocks do. I stopped in front of the toilet to pee. "No, no," Brenda said again. "You can no longer stand to pee. Like all little boys, you aren't very good at peeing in the toilet. Too much goes ON the toilet and floor. From now on, you sit." I lowered the seat, turned around and sat. I had never sat on a toilet in front of anyone in my life, let alone my wife. I let my urine flow. Silently, it streamed into the bowl. When I was done, I reached in and shook myself and stood. "Also, there will be no more "private" moments in the bathroom. I know you masturbate sometimes while taking a dump. Little boys need to be controlled. Don't ever close the bathroom door again unless I tell you to." "And one other thing; you must ask permission to use the bathroom. You will learn to be a polite little boy." I blushed, my face hot with humiliation. I thought I was so smooth in getting away with knocking off a quick cum by myself. I did not protest. She was feeling her oats and awakening to her confident, dominant self. I stood up and went to the shower to turn it on. She walked in and past me. We had showered many times together in that shower. But this morning, I was not invited. She closed the shower door behind her and turned her back. "Go make me some oatmeal and toast. I'll be out in a few minutes." She later came out with her hair in a towel and dressed in a robe. It felt so odd to be naked in her presence when she was covered. Between bites Brenda said, "I'm going to do a little shopping for you this morning." You are to stay here and wash the sheets on my bed (she always referred to it as OUR bed until now). You should have enough time to wash and dry and remake it before I get back. Go get started. I returned to her bedroom. Until last night, it was our bedroom, our marital bedroom where we made marital love. Now it was hers, to have sex with whomever she decided. I sighed. I pulled the sheets off and carried them to the washer. The laundry room was adjacent to the kitchen and I had to walk through the kitchen to get to it. As I walked past Brenda, she quietly giggled. I blushed again. That simple little laugh was more humiliating than you could know. I was washing the wet spot out of my wife's sheets. The spot left from the semen of another man. The wash started, I turned to walk back through the kitchen. Brenda was walking out and without turning said, "you can do the dishes now." I cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher, then wiped off the table and counters. As I bent to put the soap into the cup in the door, Brenda returned to the kitchen. She was dressed in a mini-skirt, tank top (that screamed, "I'M NOT WEARING A BRA!") and sandals. I speculated she had left panties with her bra as well. "There are a few things I need to get." I will be back after lunch. While I'm gone, you are to vacuum and dust. Remember, no touching your pee pee, no standing to pee, no clothes. If someone comes to the door, you have to answer it as you are or don't answer it at all. Bye." Brenda headed for the garage. While I was not a stranger to these chores, we had always done house cleaning together. I went to get the sweeper and began my assignments. Being naked and alone, it was not easy to keep my hands off my penis. I got hard and horny every time the previous night came to mind. I couldn't decide what was exciting me; our new arrangement, another man servicing my wife, or having a cock and another man's semen in my mouth. It was mid-afternoon when Brenda returned. I had all the carpets swept and dusted all the rooms. I expected a full inspection, but she ignored all I had done. "There are some bags in the car. Go get them and bring them in the living room," she said on her way past. I opened the door to the garage and began to step out. I stopped quickly when I saw she had not put the garage door down. I punched the button next to the door so neighbors didn't see me naked. I carried the bags to the living room. She was sitting on the couch. I put the bags at her feet. My 1st thought was that I was going to get a show of leather dom clothes, bustiers and thigh-high boots. That was not the case. She opened the 1st bag and pulled out two packages of white brief underwear. Since being on my own, I had always been a "boxer man." She laid them out on the couch. "Put a pair of these on." I reached for the top pair and slid them up my legs. While the correct size, it felt very unusual to have my genitals constricted inside them. Brenda then opened another bag and pulled out several t-shirts and shorts. They were all in primary colors. Each t-shirt was striped horizontally. All the shorts were elastic waisted. She also pulled out some white crew socks and a pair of black and white Converse Chuck Taylor high-tops. She handed me a T and a pair of shorts. "Put these on." I put on the new clothes. She then directed me to put a pair of the socks and the shoes. I stood there looking like an over-sized Beaver Cleaver from the early 60's TV show. "Since your body has the equipment of a boy, I decided you should dress like one. When I allow you to dress, you will wear these. It will remind you of your physical shortcomings and tell the world how "boyish" you are." "How am I supposed to go to work in these?" I asked. "Not to worry. I sent a letter of resignation on your behalf. You'll need to find a job that will allow you to work from home. And anyway, I make enough to keep us well. Your salary was nice, but too small to live on. Your lack of manhood again, I guess?" I diverted my eyes and turned red again. She could say just the right things that humiliated me ultimately. I was near tears... and hard again. It was so confusing. "So since you're not going to be driving to work or anywhere else for that matter - I'll do all the driving from now on - and not going anywhere without me, you won't need a wallet nor keys. Give them to me." I handed over these symbols of male adulthood I had carried so long. I stood there in my boy shorts and shirt without ID or access to what had been my house and car. I was now totally reliant on my wife for my shelter and support. Funny - my pee pee was still rock hard. "I think that about does it," Brenda said. "The only other thing is that you will now address me as Mommy. I only see you as a little boy, kind of a son. It fits." "Yes, Mommy," I stammered. "OK, Billy. We're going out to dinner. If you need to pee pee, go now. You will not be allowed to use a public restroom. I can't go in with you dressed like this and you're too horny to allow you to be alone in a stall." "Yes, I need to go." "Come on. I will go and watch you." I walked into the bathroom and began to reach for my zipper. Of course, the elastic-waisted boy shorts had no zipper. I slowly turned around, pulled them and the briefs down and sat. "Good," Brenda said as she grinned widely. "You'll get used to it. I imagine you'll come to like it." As the urine slowed, I started to reach between my legs to shake off the last couple of drops - the same thing I'd done since I stopped wearing diapers. But now I didn't know if I would be permitted to touch myself to do this. I looked up at Brenda, who was standing in front of me as I sat on the potty. "May I shake off?" "Only if you can do it without touching," Brenda smirked. "If you need to get rid of the last bit of pee, wipe with a square of paper." I took some paper and touched the edge to the end of my embarrassing pee pee to soak up the last few drops. I let go, stood up and pulled up my underwear and boy shorts. Brenda was in the driver's seat waiting for me as I walked into the garage. "Get in the back. Little boys always sit in the back seat." I pushed the seatback forward and got into the back with what had to look like the world-class pout on my face. Brenda looked at me in the rearview mirror and smiled. "I know none of this is your doing," she said softly, "but it's the only way I can stay with you. I just can't treat you like a man when you're dressed and look at that tiny penis and still think of you like that. This is for the best - you'll see." I pulled my "little league" ball cap as low as I could on my face in hopes no one would recognize me in my "new look." Maybe I was dressed right; I now felt like crying. Brenda pulled into the restaurant, a chain Italian place. She got out, turned around and pulled the seatback forward. "C'mon Billy. While we're in here, you listen to Mommy. I don't want to have to punish you in public." I almost froze when I heard that. I figured there was no way I could get through the meal without some reason to humiliate me through punishing me. But I got out and followed along, just like a little kid. When we entered, I saw a man's hand wave. It was Matt. The set-up was confirmed. Brenda took me by the arm and began to lead me back to the table where he sat. He was waiting in a half-circle booth. He stood as she arrived. Brenda put me at one end of the booth, then before she sat down, she put her arms around Matt's neck and kissed him deeply. Everyone in the place could have seen her passionate embrace. She then got into the booth beside Matt. The server came. She was attractive, but not beautiful. I glanced at her briefly. I was about to state my drink order when I was interrupted by Brenda. "Billy will have milk and he'll need a kid's menu. The gentleman & I will have beer." I sat with my eyes downcast as the server walked away. Brenda & Matt were making lovey small talk. Both had one hand in each others' crotch. She was stroking his erection through the soft material of his slacks (obviously without underwear). He had his hand between her legs with her skirt pushed up to allow him to finger her labia and clit. I knew he had found his target by the redness in Brenda's face. When the server returned, their mutual masturbation stopped while they ordered. Matt ordered a T-bone steak medium rare. Brenda ordered a fancy pasta dish. She told the server to bring my the child's spaghetti plate, no meatballs. Matt smiled broadly when Brenda emphasized "NO meatBALLS" in the order. I didn't look into the server's face. But I heard her giggle as she wrote the order. With a small penis, it is not too difficult to conceal an erection when wearing adult pants or jeans. But with the tight jockey underpants and the thin boy-style shorts, even I was showing a hard-on. Brenda noticed it. "You have no permission to have an erection, Billy! I told you about this just today. You must be punished. Stand up!" As she rose into the aisle, I was momentarily stunned. It wasn't my fault I was hard. I was watching her have sex with a man in public! I started to stand to argue when Matt stood up right beside Brenda. I knew he would back her up if I resisted whatever she had in mind. "Turn around and bend over. Grab your ankles, NOW!" I felt the tears begin to well once again as I did as I was ordered. As I grasped my ankles with white socks on them, I felt Brenda pull down my shorts. She knew she could not bare me in a public restroom, so I kept my underwear up. "You will follow the rules or you will pay the price," she snapped loudly and then began to spank me with her open hand. Matt couldn't contain his amusement at my treatment. After about a dozen swats, she yanked my shorts back up, giving my a wedgie. "Sit down and behave. Get out of line again and we'll go outside for something you'll never forget." I had tears on my hot, red cheeks. I was humiliated beyond any level I had ever experienced. But I had to trap my pee pee between my thighs as it was harder than ever. In addition, I had cum while Brenda spanked me before a restaurant full of people. I had to try to keep the thin trickle of semen from reaching my boy shorts. We finished our meal without any other incidents. I kept quiet as Brenda & Matt made small talk. When it was time to go, my wife picked up the check and stepped into the aisle. "Follow me to the cash register, Billy," she told me. "I will pay the check." Since I no longer carried a wallet, I had nothing with which to pay anything. I kept my eyes down and trailed after my wife while she walked with the man she looked to for sexual satisfaction. At the cash register, they kissed and Matt left. Brenda turned and took care of the check while I stood in the restaurant, feeling like I could cry right there. What had happened to my life? We drove home with me riding in back again. At some point, I looked up to see my wife looking at me in the mirror. "You think this all happened since yesterday, like Matt was the cause of this. You're wrong, little boy. You've never been satisfactory in bed. Your peepee is too small, you cum so fast and you've never been willing to do the things that could make up for that, even when I encouraged you to do them. I just reached my limit & this is the result. I don't love Matt and he won't be permanent. I intend to sample many different men and sexual experiences to make up for all the years I faked orgasms to protect your ego and lay in bed frustrated wishing for a lover who could satisfy me." That was when I finally broke and began to cry. I never noticed that she wasn't happy. I was too arrogant, thinking I was a great lover - her fake orgasms proved it to me. Now here I was: being subjugated because my genitals were small, made a cuckold by my wife so she could find satisfying sex whenever she wanted it. "It's OK to cry," Brenda said, "Little boys can cry whenever they feel like it. Makes them feel better when they're hurt or sad. But it also confirms you are a little boy inside a mostly adult body. Now that I realize this, we can make sure you get what you need, too" I had no idea what she meant by that.