MOVING DAY by throne
My wife Patty was thrilled when the van arrived with our belongings. Two strapping young Black guys opened the rear of the truck and began bringing in our possessions. I tried to help but, being short and slight, could only manage a few small boxes. I embarrassed myself when I tried to carry something heavier. The movers glanced at Patty every chance they got. She is only five foot one, a bit shorter than me, with an impressive 38 inch bust, a trim waist, and a full but not fat bottom. She seemed to acknowledge their eyeballing with frequent tosses of her long auburn hair.
After all of our stuff was unpacked she asked them if they'd like a beer. The two shrugged and said they sure would. Patty was all smiles as she led them to the kitchen and distributed a couple of cold ones from the fridge, which had arrived the day before. She didn't offer one to me.
"How about a couple of sandwiches to go with those?" she cheerily suggested.
Again they were happy to accept. I couldn't help but notice the crotch bulges in their tight jeans. It made me think of how undersized I am in that department, being about four and a half inches hard and not very big around. While she was busy preparing their food they ogled her openly. I stayed in the background, too cowardly to say anything. Patty had been making more and more of our decisions in the year since we were married and, because I was sort of a dud in bed, not only being too small, but also coming too soon, I tended to give into her. I mean, I was lucky just to have wed such a stunner. Not having much to offer in the sex department, I wasn't going to oppose her on day-to-day matters. About the only resistance I gave was to deny her oral sex, as I had always been put off by that act and never performed it for any female.
When they were done eating my wife gave them a long look. She said "I have a little problem in the bedroom you two might be able to help me with. Do you have a few minutes?"
After the free lunch they weren't going to say no. Besides, they were still enjoying the view. She took the lead going upstairs, which put them right behind her, with her nicely rounded bottom swaying in front of them. I trailed along meekly, my concerns growing.
Once they were in the bedroom, with me hanging back in the hall, peering in, she revealed her intentions. "Listen, the 'little' problem is my husband. He's a dud in the sack. His cock barely qualifies to be given that name. There's not enough between his legs to get me off and when I'm lucky enough to get even a little stimulation, he goes and shoots off way too soon. And the jerk won't even go down on me."
"Yeah?" said the taller of the two movers. "And exactly what kind of help do you need from us?"
Patty's smile was radiant. "Well, judging from the way you both fill out those jeans in front, you have precisely what I need."
Just in case that wasn't enough to motivate them, she grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head in one swift movement, freeing her substantial breasts, which were unfettered by a bra. The movers goggled at her chest, nodded to each other, and began unbuttoning their shirts.
I was stunned. That she would go this far I hadn't expected. When the two guys were shirtless the shorter of them, still alot taller than me, asked her what I was going to do. She told me to get in the room and strip. Everybody else stopped while I shamefacedly got out of my clothes. In moments I was the only one naked. The movers snickered at my inferior equipment.
"You weren't kidding, lady. What we're going to do will be a public service. And he won't go down on you? Man, we're going to change that."
He stepped directly in front of me and jabbed a thick finger into the middle of my chest I took an unbalanced step backward and bumped the dresser.
"You have to treat this sexy lady way better than you've been doing. Since you've got nothing to satisfy her with, you'd better start doing some tongue dances between her thighs. Understand?"
I could only stand there in the nude and bob my head up and down in assent. He grinned at me and then looked over at Patty. She grinned back and peeled off her slacks. The movers got down to their shorts. As I stood there quivering, my sexpot of a wife worked her panties slowly and seductively down her shapely legs, putting on a show for the two studs. I bit my lower lip nervously, remembering that jab in the chest and noting how powerful the two guy's bared arms were. They got out of their boxers. I was flabbergasted to see that both of them were at least eight inches long and plenty thick. Patty cooed over their generous parts and began to fondle one and then the other. As they rose to erection those eight inches lengthened to beyond nine and the heads of their tools swelled impressively.
"Wow!" she said. "Just let me do one more thing before we hit the sheets."
She took our wedding photo off the dresser, removed it from the frame, and handed me the empty rectangle of wood. At her order I held it in front of my cock. She moved very close to adjust it, so close that her full breasts rubbed my bare hairless chest and I got an erection, unimpressive as it was. Then I had to stand there with my shrimpy hard-on framed and on display while she stretched out on our bed.
They laid on either side of her and she began wild foreplay like I had never experienced, even on our honeymoon. Her hands were all over them and theirs everywhere on her, dark brown contrasting with pale white. She drew her reddish hair back and fitted her mouth over the nearest cockhead, which was quite a mouthful. Then she switched to the other. I shuddered and gripped the picture frame tightly, afraid I would drop it and earn her wrath.
The taller one entered her first. She moaned and then sighed as he gently sank inch after inch into her tightness. Patty told him it felt fantastic to finally be filled up. He laughed and began pumping her, slowly at first but then with increasing energy. She wrapped her pink legs around him and jerked her hips up to meet his thrusts.
"Ohhhhh," she purred. "This is the greatest. I'm so sick of my husband's mini-dick. After this I'll never want it in me again. Can you see what he's got, husband dearest? Can you see how he knows to use it? By now you probably would have squirted your little squirt."
The mover varied his pace, adjusted his angle, and put a fluid roll into his hips, the variety keeping her wildly excited but not finishing her. Patty became even more vocal when he switched to a piledriver attack, begging him to ram her harder, promising to be his bitch, crying out that she would do anything -- ANYTHING -- that he wanted.
She soared to a screaming climax and he shot his heavy load at the same time. They were like rutting animals. As they settled into a warm afterglow I could only think about how anemic my performances were compared to what I'd just seen.
Then, before she could recover, the first guy got off and the second took his place. He expertly built my wife back up to a fever pitch and had her making reckless promises if he would just keep pistoning his huge cock into her. She drummed her heels against him and shrieked until he drove her over the top and blasted his balls empty. They kept humping for several minutes, gradually slowing to a stop, as if they had been going too fast to safely halt all at once. She kissed him passionately, looking up through heavily lidded eyes, sighing and muttering about how I would never feel the inside of her pussy with my pathetic cock again.
"That's right, baby," said the first mover. "Never let him put it in you again. But he does have to get his first lesson in putting his TONGUE in you. I mean, we left one mighty mess down there."
"Really?" she said. "You're going to make him clean me up? With his mouth?"
"For certain. And you know why? Because once he eats another man's cum out of you -- two men's cum -- he'll never have the nerve to ask you for real sex again. It's the perfect way to break a chump's spirit. He'll be too ashamed to even LOOK like he wants any of your sweetness."
He grabbed me by the back of the neck with a viselike hand and shoved me onto the mattress, toward my wife's cummy slit. Her pussy lips were flushed and swollen. He pressed my face into the mess and I dutifully started to lap. I had sunk to the lowest possible level I could imagine and really did feel too worthless to expect sex from Patty ever again, even though I knew that her sexiness would keep me perpetually horny. I sucked down their two loads and all her juices, even bringing her to a third, much milder orgasm.
Thoroughly sated, she wrapped a sheet around herself and showed her new lovers out. I followed timidly, watching them exchange endless deep kisses. As they left I was sure the woman across the street saw what was going on and knew I had become a cuckold.
That was six months ago. Since then my wife has had a dozen Black lovers, all experts, all hung like bulls. I have been relegated to eating her, before and after dates, and any other time her appetites dictate, which seems to be all the time. The woman across the street did figure out what had happened and now they have become best friends, with Patty detailing all her dates and my plentiful humiliations.
So if you're a dinky-dick like me, don't marry a sweet treat like Patty. A girl like that can have any guy she wants, including Black ones who are unstoppable in bed. And you might wind up like me, denied sex, made to serve orally, reduced to your spouse's 'clean-up boy', and even made to suck her lovers' cocks, as I have had to do with every stud she spreads for. You may have to watch your wife turn from a cute innocent into a wanton slut. And you might find that your only relief is to be allowed to jerk yourself off infrequently, while your wife watches, maybe with her neighbor friend, maybe with one or more of her lovers. Plus, most of the time she doesn't even let me cum, not matter how pitifully I plead. And when it is permitted, I have to catch it in my free hand ... and lick it all up.
the wimping end.
My wife Patty was thrilled when the van arrived with our belongings. Two strapping young Black guys opened the rear of the truck and began bringing in our possessions. I tried to help but, being short and slight, could only manage a few small boxes. I embarrassed myself when I tried to carry something heavier. The movers glanced at Patty every chance they got. She is only five foot one, a bit shorter than me, with an impressive 38 inch bust, a trim waist, and a full but not fat bottom. She seemed to acknowledge their eyeballing with frequent tosses of her long auburn hair.
After all of our stuff was unpacked she asked them if they'd like a beer. The two shrugged and said they sure would. Patty was all smiles as she led them to the kitchen and distributed a couple of cold ones from the fridge, which had arrived the day before. She didn't offer one to me.
"How about a couple of sandwiches to go with those?" she cheerily suggested.
Again they were happy to accept. I couldn't help but notice the crotch bulges in their tight jeans. It made me think of how undersized I am in that department, being about four and a half inches hard and not very big around. While she was busy preparing their food they ogled her openly. I stayed in the background, too cowardly to say anything. Patty had been making more and more of our decisions in the year since we were married and, because I was sort of a dud in bed, not only being too small, but also coming too soon, I tended to give into her. I mean, I was lucky just to have wed such a stunner. Not having much to offer in the sex department, I wasn't going to oppose her on day-to-day matters. About the only resistance I gave was to deny her oral sex, as I had always been put off by that act and never performed it for any female.
When they were done eating my wife gave them a long look. She said "I have a little problem in the bedroom you two might be able to help me with. Do you have a few minutes?"
After the free lunch they weren't going to say no. Besides, they were still enjoying the view. She took the lead going upstairs, which put them right behind her, with her nicely rounded bottom swaying in front of them. I trailed along meekly, my concerns growing.
Once they were in the bedroom, with me hanging back in the hall, peering in, she revealed her intentions. "Listen, the 'little' problem is my husband. He's a dud in the sack. His cock barely qualifies to be given that name. There's not enough between his legs to get me off and when I'm lucky enough to get even a little stimulation, he goes and shoots off way too soon. And the jerk won't even go down on me."
"Yeah?" said the taller of the two movers. "And exactly what kind of help do you need from us?"
Patty's smile was radiant. "Well, judging from the way you both fill out those jeans in front, you have precisely what I need."
Just in case that wasn't enough to motivate them, she grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head in one swift movement, freeing her substantial breasts, which were unfettered by a bra. The movers goggled at her chest, nodded to each other, and began unbuttoning their shirts.
I was stunned. That she would go this far I hadn't expected. When the two guys were shirtless the shorter of them, still alot taller than me, asked her what I was going to do. She told me to get in the room and strip. Everybody else stopped while I shamefacedly got out of my clothes. In moments I was the only one naked. The movers snickered at my inferior equipment.
"You weren't kidding, lady. What we're going to do will be a public service. And he won't go down on you? Man, we're going to change that."
He stepped directly in front of me and jabbed a thick finger into the middle of my chest I took an unbalanced step backward and bumped the dresser.
"You have to treat this sexy lady way better than you've been doing. Since you've got nothing to satisfy her with, you'd better start doing some tongue dances between her thighs. Understand?"
I could only stand there in the nude and bob my head up and down in assent. He grinned at me and then looked over at Patty. She grinned back and peeled off her slacks. The movers got down to their shorts. As I stood there quivering, my sexpot of a wife worked her panties slowly and seductively down her shapely legs, putting on a show for the two studs. I bit my lower lip nervously, remembering that jab in the chest and noting how powerful the two guy's bared arms were. They got out of their boxers. I was flabbergasted to see that both of them were at least eight inches long and plenty thick. Patty cooed over their generous parts and began to fondle one and then the other. As they rose to erection those eight inches lengthened to beyond nine and the heads of their tools swelled impressively.
"Wow!" she said. "Just let me do one more thing before we hit the sheets."
She took our wedding photo off the dresser, removed it from the frame, and handed me the empty rectangle of wood. At her order I held it in front of my cock. She moved very close to adjust it, so close that her full breasts rubbed my bare hairless chest and I got an erection, unimpressive as it was. Then I had to stand there with my shrimpy hard-on framed and on display while she stretched out on our bed.
They laid on either side of her and she began wild foreplay like I had never experienced, even on our honeymoon. Her hands were all over them and theirs everywhere on her, dark brown contrasting with pale white. She drew her reddish hair back and fitted her mouth over the nearest cockhead, which was quite a mouthful. Then she switched to the other. I shuddered and gripped the picture frame tightly, afraid I would drop it and earn her wrath.
The taller one entered her first. She moaned and then sighed as he gently sank inch after inch into her tightness. Patty told him it felt fantastic to finally be filled up. He laughed and began pumping her, slowly at first but then with increasing energy. She wrapped her pink legs around him and jerked her hips up to meet his thrusts.
"Ohhhhh," she purred. "This is the greatest. I'm so sick of my husband's mini-dick. After this I'll never want it in me again. Can you see what he's got, husband dearest? Can you see how he knows to use it? By now you probably would have squirted your little squirt."
The mover varied his pace, adjusted his angle, and put a fluid roll into his hips, the variety keeping her wildly excited but not finishing her. Patty became even more vocal when he switched to a piledriver attack, begging him to ram her harder, promising to be his bitch, crying out that she would do anything -- ANYTHING -- that he wanted.
She soared to a screaming climax and he shot his heavy load at the same time. They were like rutting animals. As they settled into a warm afterglow I could only think about how anemic my performances were compared to what I'd just seen.
Then, before she could recover, the first guy got off and the second took his place. He expertly built my wife back up to a fever pitch and had her making reckless promises if he would just keep pistoning his huge cock into her. She drummed her heels against him and shrieked until he drove her over the top and blasted his balls empty. They kept humping for several minutes, gradually slowing to a stop, as if they had been going too fast to safely halt all at once. She kissed him passionately, looking up through heavily lidded eyes, sighing and muttering about how I would never feel the inside of her pussy with my pathetic cock again.
"That's right, baby," said the first mover. "Never let him put it in you again. But he does have to get his first lesson in putting his TONGUE in you. I mean, we left one mighty mess down there."
"Really?" she said. "You're going to make him clean me up? With his mouth?"
"For certain. And you know why? Because once he eats another man's cum out of you -- two men's cum -- he'll never have the nerve to ask you for real sex again. It's the perfect way to break a chump's spirit. He'll be too ashamed to even LOOK like he wants any of your sweetness."
He grabbed me by the back of the neck with a viselike hand and shoved me onto the mattress, toward my wife's cummy slit. Her pussy lips were flushed and swollen. He pressed my face into the mess and I dutifully started to lap. I had sunk to the lowest possible level I could imagine and really did feel too worthless to expect sex from Patty ever again, even though I knew that her sexiness would keep me perpetually horny. I sucked down their two loads and all her juices, even bringing her to a third, much milder orgasm.
Thoroughly sated, she wrapped a sheet around herself and showed her new lovers out. I followed timidly, watching them exchange endless deep kisses. As they left I was sure the woman across the street saw what was going on and knew I had become a cuckold.
That was six months ago. Since then my wife has had a dozen Black lovers, all experts, all hung like bulls. I have been relegated to eating her, before and after dates, and any other time her appetites dictate, which seems to be all the time. The woman across the street did figure out what had happened and now they have become best friends, with Patty detailing all her dates and my plentiful humiliations.
So if you're a dinky-dick like me, don't marry a sweet treat like Patty. A girl like that can have any guy she wants, including Black ones who are unstoppable in bed. And you might wind up like me, denied sex, made to serve orally, reduced to your spouse's 'clean-up boy', and even made to suck her lovers' cocks, as I have had to do with every stud she spreads for. You may have to watch your wife turn from a cute innocent into a wanton slut. And you might find that your only relief is to be allowed to jerk yourself off infrequently, while your wife watches, maybe with her neighbor friend, maybe with one or more of her lovers. Plus, most of the time she doesn't even let me cum, not matter how pitifully I plead. And when it is permitted, I have to catch it in my free hand ... and lick it all up.
the wimping end.
