TimUK
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I didn't know if Ann and Brian were in love with each other, or just lovers.That,as I was once told by Ann,was "none of my business".As always,she was right.
They had been seeing each other for the best part of eight months,Ann's longest relationship during our marriage.Brian,being also married,could only conduct the affair on a once per week basis,occasionally twice.Clearly a ladies man,he was stocky,strong and full of energy and it was no surprise that Ann was attracted to him.
During the week,there was little mention of Brian and the affair and then only when Ann raised the subject.She would tell me on which evening he would be visiting,so I could make sure the house was spotless,but that was about it.
More recently however,I began to receive snippets of feedback about the lingerie I bought her for each date with Brian.He,she would say almost in passing,"liked the set" or that he loved the "cut of the panties".In an attempt to make little of this,I would simply smile at her comments.Inside however,I was thrilled beyond measure.Choosing and buying lingerie for Ann's lovers was one of the few pleasures she allowed me,but one that more than made up for being her cuckold.After being denied sex with her for many years,it became a source of great pride for me to ensure that she was beautifully presented for her lovers.
To begin with,I made many mistakes for which I was berated.
"I wouldn't wear this rubbish for you,let alone him",she would scold,or "Do you think I want to look like a slut?"
Over time,I learnt that there were no cheap options when adorning Ann's beautful body.Only the highest quality,most expensive lingerie would suffice and,though over the years it has cost me a small fortune,I consider it an honour and a privilige to be allowed to buy it.
It was her condition of this privilige that she would only ever wear a set once for a date,something,she told me,that made her feel special.Because of this,I was a regular shopper at all the best lingerie shops in our city.I became known by all the sales women and they would keep me abreast (no pun intended) of all the latest fashion.I was often praised for being such a kind,generous husband.Little did they know!
When Ann was preparing for a date,bathing,applying make-up etc,it was a most exciting time.She indulged me by not opening her new lingerie until it was time to put it on and upon being praised by her,which was more and more often,I was overjoyed.A few weeks ago,I dared to say that I hoped Brian would like it.To my delight,I was rewarded by a little smile and the assurance that he would.
It's slightly disappointing,though I fully understand why,that I never get to see Ann wearing her lingerie.When the time comes for her to dress,a nod towards the door is all that's needed to dismiss me from her bedroom.
"You're a cuckold",she once told me,"Not a voyeur".
One consession that I am allowed,is when she appears downstairs fully dressed.She will let me look at her,give me a twirl and ask how she looks.Naturally, I am effusive with praise and tell her that Brian will adore her tonight.It's at these times that she is at her happiest and when I am shown a little affection.She may thank me for the lingerie,or for being understanding of her "needs".I have learnt that the best way to respond is by praising Brian,saying how he looks at her with love,or how hansome he is.The sparkle in her eyes,that of a woman about to meet her man,is the only reward I need.
Because Brian is married,he has to be cautious about being seen.For this reamister,their date night is often spent at our home.I will prepare a small meal for them to enjoy,but keep myself to myself in the kitchen while they eat.To begin with,Brian was a little uncomfortable at my being there,but now he's fully relaxed with the situation.A few weeks ago,Ann made me blush by telling him about my favorite web-site.(Cuckold Place).A week later,he told me that he'd been onto the site and that he "sort of" understands my acceptance of my wife having lovers.When Ann went to the bathroom,he asked me that, because Ann had denied me sex for many years,did I wank very often.Because I'm an easy blusher,I went crimmister.Fixing me with his manly eye,he asked me again.Feeling I had no choice but to confess,I told him that I wanked about three or four times a week.He just calmly nodded at this,then asked if I secretly lusted after Ann.I told him that although I loved her with all my heart,lusting after her was futile and that I'd long since given up any pretence at assuming a husbandly role.
Ann returned and with her feminine curiosity,asked what we'd been talking about.Brian reached up and,with a girlie squeal from her,planted her on his knee.
"Tim says he'd love to fuck you",he joked,planting a big kiss on her neck.Ann laughed,partly at the tickling kiss,partly at what he'd said.
"And what did you say to that?" she asked him.Brian looked her in the eyes,then placed a big hand over the clothing of her left breast.
"I told him that NO ONE fucks my woman except me",he growled.At that,Ann's lips went to his and a long,passionate kiss followed.I felt slightly aroused by his dominance of Ann,but uncomfortable at being a voyeur to their intimacy.What he'd said was perfectly true,that Ann was his,not mine.As they continued their kiss,I quietly removed their dinner plates into the kitchen.
A few minutes later,I heard them go upstairs and I was left alone.As I washed the pots and tidied up,there was silence in the house,broken only by a ticking clock.I imagined Brian unzipping Ann's dress in the bedroom.As it slipped from her shoulders and down around her ankles,he'd look at her,at her beautiful,lingerie clad body.
She was in turquoise for him this evening.The panties were French cut,the legs loosely caressing her thighs and around her slender waist,a garter belt supported her hose.Her bra,never intended nor needed for any support duty,adorned her firm breasts.
Brian would be feasting his eyes on my beautiful wife,before leading her to the marital bed.As these visions filtered dream-like through my mind,I lowered my pants and held my slender stiff,though never hard, five inches in my hand.With my other hand,I cupped my tiny,tight scrotum.I looked down at my meagre manhood and smiled.I recalled all the pictures I'd seen on Cuckold Place,pictures sent in by fellow cuckolds of their insignificant genitalia and I felt as if I truly belonged.We under endowed cuckolds love our inadequacy.We thrill at being denied and humiliated by our wives.We know we have never,can never satisfy our wives,but know that,thankfully,there are many well endowed Bulls who will.
As I stroke my little penis in the lonliness of the kitchen,my thoughts turn,as they often do when I masturbate,to Brian buried deep in my wife.As my excitement mounts,I think not only about the pleasure they are having.I also think about the potent sperm in Brians manly balls and Ann's fertile,receptive body.When my little cock-tip dribbles it's weak,useless offering onto the tiled floor,my ernest hope is that Brian will one day plant his seed and make Ann's belly swell with their young.
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