SHORT STUFF by Throne
This is a brief description of how my married life was turned into a nightmare by my lack of anything qualifying as a real male cock, along with several stupid things I did to my wife. My name is Mark and I dated Liz for only a few months before we wed. I rushed her because I'd had poor luck with girls in the past and didn't want another break-up on my already long list. The problem had always been that once I got them into bed they discovered that I was barely over three inches when hard and not at all thick. So with Liz I made sure to give her plenty of oral gratification, insisting that I loved to do that. In reality I did it because I knew it pleased females and in the past it had enabled me to prolong several of my failing releationships.
Liz made a stunning bride with her voluptuous figure and angelic face. I'm shorter than her so she wore flats under her long dress and I had lifts in my shoes. At that point she was still eager to accommodate me. Then came our honeymoon. I tried to cut back on giving her oral sex and she quickly saw what a loser I was in bed. An angry discussion ensued and in the heat of the moment, I made the mistake of revealing all my strategies for getting her to marry me. She boiled over with elevated emotions and said that maybe we should get an annulment. That's when I caved in and started begging. I was so afraid of having such a failure in my love life that I promised to do anything she said to keep us together.
Liz smiled and said, "Anything?" I meekly told her, "Whatever you want. Just don't dump me." She didn't make any demands for the next two weeks. All she wanted was plenty of oral sex. The idea that I didn't enjoy it as I had said I did, that in fact I didn't want to do it at all, amused and excited her. She got high on her new power over me and insisted that as part of my punishment for lying to her and misleading her, I wouldn't be allowed any intercourse at all unless she said it was okay. I was crushed but still desperate not to have my marriage end in disaster. I kept telling myself that time would fix all the problems I had started.
How wrong I was. At the end of our third week of marriage Liz delivered her shocking ultimatum. She had loved having sex with big-cocked guys before she met me and wanted more of that now. We would stay married but she could have all the sex she pleased with whoever she chose. The way Liz looked, I knew any guy she chose would respond with an enthusiastic YES. After nearly a month of doing whatever she said and not getting any sexual relief I wasn't thinking straight. I couldn't think of any counter offer to make. Feeling totally defeated, I agreed.
That night she said we were going to a club in a neighboring town. For a moment I imagined that she had gotten all she wanted by making me agree to her demands, had second thoughts about cheating on me, and was planning a reconciliation. How wrong I was! Instead, Liz had picked a place away from home so she could openly flirt with every stud who caught her eye. It was a pick-up bar, slightly upscale but with a swinging feel to it. I had to buy her drinks and stay out of her way while she chatted with three different guys.
She made her choice, a tall broad shouldered bull with dark hair and a dusky complexion. I guessed that he was racially mixed. She got the three of us into a booth and told him in the most direct terms that I was a dud in bed and had conned her into marriage? that she was going to sleep with whoever she pleased to avenge herself on me. "And," she added, "because I'm really horny for some great sex.?
To my dismay the guy, Brock, thought that was fantastic. He told her, "I'm in town for a sales meeting. Why don't we go back to my motel room and have a private party? And since your jerk of a husband is being punished, why don't we make him watch?"
Well, if making me serve her in bed and denying me sex had elevated Liz's sexual temperature, this gave her a raging fever. She told Brock that just the idea of doing that to me was getting her dripping wet. I had never heard her talk like that and it both appalled and -- to my shame -- excited me. I paid for their drinks. I also bought them an expensive bottle and some soda at the club's package goods counter and off we went in Brock's classy late model car. The motel was not far away.
Once there I had to mix them drinks while they made out on the couch like a couple of college students on Spring Break. Then they hurried into the bedroom. Liz sat on the edge of the bed and started to reach for her heels. She had stopped wearing flats as soon as she discovered my dishonesty and got an added kick from being taller than me. Brock stopped her and then he told me to kneel down and remove them for her. While I was doing that he sat next to her and gave her a long, deep kiss. His broad hand cupped one of my wife's full breasts and she moaned loudly. I got her shoes off and backed away, still on my knees, clutching the footwear to my chest.
They nearly tore off each other's clothes. Liz looked hotter than I'd ever seen her, with the prospect of great sex making her eyes shine. She wasn't disappointed. Not only was Brock hung like a stud bull, but he had stamina that I couldn't have dreamed of possessing. The few times I'd had sex with my wife I came after only minutes. He kept going, pacing himself and making sure she was shaken by multiple orgasms for over an hour. He came twice inside her and then they finally parted to lie alongside each other and murmur about how fantastic it had been. As they sipped their drinks I finally set down the shoes and shifted my cramped legs.
That's when Brock had an inspiration. Liz had told him all I was good for was eating her pussy so he said that I should do that right then. She said she didn't want to get up to shower and he told her she wasn't supposed to. "He's going to go down on you right now, sweet lady. He's going to make you feel good and clean up all the mess we both made. After that, I know he'll never try to assert himself or give you any trouble about taking whatever lovers you please." He stared hard at me. "Isn't that true, jerkface?" I could only gape at them and nod. He could have taken me apart with one hand and the tone of his voice suggested that he was ready and willing to do just that. My wife sighed with arousal at the thought of putting me through such an extreme humiliation. She said, "Yeah, jerkface. Get up onto the bed and use your mouth on me. Lick all that mess out of my pussy. It's the perfect punishment for all the lying you did with that mouth."
So that's what they made me do. My stomach was turning over the entire time, but my undersized dick was hard as well. When Liz realized that I was excited, she made me drop my pants and shorts and then lambasted me for getting worked up over such a kinky act. She said, "If you like watching me get properly laid and then eating my lover's cum that much, I'll make sure you get to do it after every one of my dates. And there'll be PLENTY of those now that I know how much I enjoy cheating on you." She smiled at Brock. "And how terrific sex can be with a REAL man."
Well, Brock left town the next day after his sales meeting. But Liz has had me take her back to that club several times. On every occasion she's had a similar date. I keep hoping guys will be turned off by the idea of me being in the motel room with them but they get some kind of alpha male kick from it instead.
It's been six months and I haven't had sex with my gorgeous bride, even once. She lets me jerk off about once every two weeks but insists that she be in the room to 'supervise', which consists of mocking my plight, condemning my small dick, and praising her lovers. Somehow, all of that just gets me more worked up and I always have a jolting climax.
In between my limited 'wanking time', Liz loves to wear sexy outfits around the house and even physically tease me to make sure I'm carrying around a set of very blue balls. She laughs at my misfortune and reminds me that it's all my fault. And she promises worse things to come, especially because she takes such joy in hurting me and gets so sexually stimulated by it every time she does.
Can my situation get any worse? I'm sure it can... and it will.
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This is a brief description of how my married life was turned into a nightmare by my lack of anything qualifying as a real male cock, along with several stupid things I did to my wife. My name is Mark and I dated Liz for only a few months before we wed. I rushed her because I'd had poor luck with girls in the past and didn't want another break-up on my already long list. The problem had always been that once I got them into bed they discovered that I was barely over three inches when hard and not at all thick. So with Liz I made sure to give her plenty of oral gratification, insisting that I loved to do that. In reality I did it because I knew it pleased females and in the past it had enabled me to prolong several of my failing releationships.
Liz made a stunning bride with her voluptuous figure and angelic face. I'm shorter than her so she wore flats under her long dress and I had lifts in my shoes. At that point she was still eager to accommodate me. Then came our honeymoon. I tried to cut back on giving her oral sex and she quickly saw what a loser I was in bed. An angry discussion ensued and in the heat of the moment, I made the mistake of revealing all my strategies for getting her to marry me. She boiled over with elevated emotions and said that maybe we should get an annulment. That's when I caved in and started begging. I was so afraid of having such a failure in my love life that I promised to do anything she said to keep us together.
Liz smiled and said, "Anything?" I meekly told her, "Whatever you want. Just don't dump me." She didn't make any demands for the next two weeks. All she wanted was plenty of oral sex. The idea that I didn't enjoy it as I had said I did, that in fact I didn't want to do it at all, amused and excited her. She got high on her new power over me and insisted that as part of my punishment for lying to her and misleading her, I wouldn't be allowed any intercourse at all unless she said it was okay. I was crushed but still desperate not to have my marriage end in disaster. I kept telling myself that time would fix all the problems I had started.
How wrong I was. At the end of our third week of marriage Liz delivered her shocking ultimatum. She had loved having sex with big-cocked guys before she met me and wanted more of that now. We would stay married but she could have all the sex she pleased with whoever she chose. The way Liz looked, I knew any guy she chose would respond with an enthusiastic YES. After nearly a month of doing whatever she said and not getting any sexual relief I wasn't thinking straight. I couldn't think of any counter offer to make. Feeling totally defeated, I agreed.
That night she said we were going to a club in a neighboring town. For a moment I imagined that she had gotten all she wanted by making me agree to her demands, had second thoughts about cheating on me, and was planning a reconciliation. How wrong I was! Instead, Liz had picked a place away from home so she could openly flirt with every stud who caught her eye. It was a pick-up bar, slightly upscale but with a swinging feel to it. I had to buy her drinks and stay out of her way while she chatted with three different guys.
She made her choice, a tall broad shouldered bull with dark hair and a dusky complexion. I guessed that he was racially mixed. She got the three of us into a booth and told him in the most direct terms that I was a dud in bed and had conned her into marriage? that she was going to sleep with whoever she pleased to avenge herself on me. "And," she added, "because I'm really horny for some great sex.?
To my dismay the guy, Brock, thought that was fantastic. He told her, "I'm in town for a sales meeting. Why don't we go back to my motel room and have a private party? And since your jerk of a husband is being punished, why don't we make him watch?"
Well, if making me serve her in bed and denying me sex had elevated Liz's sexual temperature, this gave her a raging fever. She told Brock that just the idea of doing that to me was getting her dripping wet. I had never heard her talk like that and it both appalled and -- to my shame -- excited me. I paid for their drinks. I also bought them an expensive bottle and some soda at the club's package goods counter and off we went in Brock's classy late model car. The motel was not far away.
Once there I had to mix them drinks while they made out on the couch like a couple of college students on Spring Break. Then they hurried into the bedroom. Liz sat on the edge of the bed and started to reach for her heels. She had stopped wearing flats as soon as she discovered my dishonesty and got an added kick from being taller than me. Brock stopped her and then he told me to kneel down and remove them for her. While I was doing that he sat next to her and gave her a long, deep kiss. His broad hand cupped one of my wife's full breasts and she moaned loudly. I got her shoes off and backed away, still on my knees, clutching the footwear to my chest.
They nearly tore off each other's clothes. Liz looked hotter than I'd ever seen her, with the prospect of great sex making her eyes shine. She wasn't disappointed. Not only was Brock hung like a stud bull, but he had stamina that I couldn't have dreamed of possessing. The few times I'd had sex with my wife I came after only minutes. He kept going, pacing himself and making sure she was shaken by multiple orgasms for over an hour. He came twice inside her and then they finally parted to lie alongside each other and murmur about how fantastic it had been. As they sipped their drinks I finally set down the shoes and shifted my cramped legs.
That's when Brock had an inspiration. Liz had told him all I was good for was eating her pussy so he said that I should do that right then. She said she didn't want to get up to shower and he told her she wasn't supposed to. "He's going to go down on you right now, sweet lady. He's going to make you feel good and clean up all the mess we both made. After that, I know he'll never try to assert himself or give you any trouble about taking whatever lovers you please." He stared hard at me. "Isn't that true, jerkface?" I could only gape at them and nod. He could have taken me apart with one hand and the tone of his voice suggested that he was ready and willing to do just that. My wife sighed with arousal at the thought of putting me through such an extreme humiliation. She said, "Yeah, jerkface. Get up onto the bed and use your mouth on me. Lick all that mess out of my pussy. It's the perfect punishment for all the lying you did with that mouth."
So that's what they made me do. My stomach was turning over the entire time, but my undersized dick was hard as well. When Liz realized that I was excited, she made me drop my pants and shorts and then lambasted me for getting worked up over such a kinky act. She said, "If you like watching me get properly laid and then eating my lover's cum that much, I'll make sure you get to do it after every one of my dates. And there'll be PLENTY of those now that I know how much I enjoy cheating on you." She smiled at Brock. "And how terrific sex can be with a REAL man."
Well, Brock left town the next day after his sales meeting. But Liz has had me take her back to that club several times. On every occasion she's had a similar date. I keep hoping guys will be turned off by the idea of me being in the motel room with them but they get some kind of alpha male kick from it instead.
It's been six months and I haven't had sex with my gorgeous bride, even once. She lets me jerk off about once every two weeks but insists that she be in the room to 'supervise', which consists of mocking my plight, condemning my small dick, and praising her lovers. Somehow, all of that just gets me more worked up and I always have a jolting climax.
In between my limited 'wanking time', Liz loves to wear sexy outfits around the house and even physically tease me to make sure I'm carrying around a set of very blue balls. She laughs at my misfortune and reminds me that it's all my fault. And she promises worse things to come, especially because she takes such joy in hurting me and gets so sexually stimulated by it every time she does.
Can my situation get any worse? I'm sure it can... and it will.
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