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This is a cuckold wimp story. If you’re looking for the husband to fight back and win, you are reading the wrong story. The wife and her lovers will face no negative consequences for her actions. This story will eventually have forced bisexuality and feminization. If these things will offend you, please read another story.
I guess I should start by describing myself and my wife. My name is John. I am the quintessential geek. I don’t even try to fight it. I just own it and enjoy what I enjoy, which is computer gaming. I’m in my mid-30s and haven’t seen the inside of a gym since my last gym class in high school. I have only put on a few extra pounds, but anyone looking at me would know I’m a soft, skinny and not a toned skinny. The particulars are; I’m 38 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall and weigh in at 145 pounds with brown hair and brown eyes.
My wife’s name is Emily. She is way out of my league when it comes to her beauty. She is 5 feet 6 inches tall, 145 pounds with long blondish, red hair and large blue eyes. She has a perfect hourglass figure with wonderful E cup breasts topped with little pink bud nipples. She really is utterly striking.
I’m sure you’re wondering how a geek like me got such a beautiful girl. We met in college where we both played in the marching band. We both played saxophone, which gave me plenty of time with her. She was a bit overweight at the time, weighing about 250 pounds. She wore glasses over her beautiful eyes and needed an orthodontist that her parents couldn’t afford. Our relationship grew over time, and we were unofficially dating early in the first semester of our freshman year
I say we were unofficially dating because her parents had a rule against her having a boyfriend during her first year at university. So, although we went out nearly every weekend, she wasn’t willing to call me her boyfriend and I couldn’t call her my girlfriend. Emily was the first girl I had ever dated. So, she was the first for everything for me, including first kiss. I know she had kissed other boys before me, but that was as far as she had ever gone before meeting me.
My other firsts came very slowly through that first semester mostly because I was so timid. I loved kissing Emily but wasn’t sure what to do with my hands and was afraid to explore her soft curvy body. Consequently, it was Emily who instigated every escalation in our physical relationship. She placed my hands on her boobs after we had been dating for a couple of weeks. I will always remember my first feeling of the soft flesh of her breasts as one of the happiest moments of my young life.
The next two firsts came in quick succession. Emily finally bared her breasts to me shortly before Christmas break after a party where she had consumed alcohol for the first and last time in her college life, although she has begun drinking socially in recent years. She moaned into my kiss as I played with her erect nipples. I wasn’t one to take advantage of a woman. So, I didn’t push for anything further that night and dropped her off at her sorority house shortly afterwards.
The next first for me will be forever etched into my memory. It was less than twenty-four hours after I had first seen her boobs. We were in my room studying on a Sunday. My roommate was at home for the weekend and wouldn’t be back until later that night. She suddenly started kissing me deeply. Before I knew what was happening, she had my hard cock in her hands. No words were spoken as she stroked me to the best orgasm of my life to that point. I wanted to return the favor, but that would have to wait until after spring break when she asked me to go down on her for the first time. Sexual intercourse would have to wait over a year after that, but we were both having plenty of fun exploring each other’s bodies. We dated for the entire 4 years of college, getting married 2 weeks after graduation.
As I became a successful accountant Emily was able to enjoy the life of a stay-at-home mom to our son Stuart. We were also able to get her the braces she needed to straighten her teeth, then Lasik surgery to allow her to live without glasses along with an addiction to jogging that toned her body to perfection. She still lacked the self-confidence of someone who had been beautiful their entire life. As a consequence, she tended to dress in frumpy clothes and did everything she could to avoid being noticed by the opposite sex.
The problem was; I wanted to show off my beautiful wife to everyone. We were living in my hometown, Gray Tennessee, where I had been the band geek in high school who had never dated a single girl. I wanted everyone to see how attractive my wife was. I wanted my friends and everyone else to be jealous of me. I know now, it was prideful and stupid, but I couldn’t see my mistake until it was too late. It took a few years of prodding, but I finally convinced Emily to start wearing clothes to accentuate and show off her amazing body.
I should set the scene for the beginning of the story. It’s a nice sunny day in late August. Emily and I are just about to knock on the door of a run-down house about 10 casibom miles from our home in a neighboring town. We drove here in my Volvo. Emily is wearing a yellow sun dress with thin straps on her shoulders holding the dress up, which required her to wear a strapless bra. The dress comes to about mid-thigh. This was a huge win for me since she would never wear a dress that didn’t cover her knees without my constant prodding.
The reason we were about to knock on this particular door was that this was the address our son had given to Emily as the house of the boy who had been bullying him since he had started high school just 2 weeks ago. At first, we tried to go through the official channels at the school, but things had only gotten worse since then. There wasn’t any evidence of the bullying, just our son’s word against the other boy’s word. Finally, after 2 weeks of our son coming home from school crying every day, we decided we had to speak with the boy’s parents.
As soon as the door opened, I felt an urge to run away. Towering in the doorway was someone I recognized. Butch Smith had been my personal tormentor my freshman and sophomore years of high school, which were his junior and senior years. There were beatings, pantsings, general ridicule, and, of course, the obligatory nickname.
“Needle, is that you?” He bellowed at me. Needle was the shortened version of the nickname he had given me. Needledick was the original version, given to me the first time he saw me in the locker room. I would like to say that I just hadn’t hit puberty yet and that my cock had grown to full size later, but that is not the case. My cock isn’t any bigger today than it was as a freshman in high school.
“Hey Butch, yes it’s me, John Brazinski. When did you get back into town?” I replied, hoping we could put high school behind us and be adults to work through the issues our kids were having. I said back into town as a nice way of asking when he got out of prison, which he had been sent to for stealing cars.
“2 years ago, now. Good behavior. Damn, is this your wife needle? She’s hot.” He whistled as he eyed Emily from head to toe focusing mostly on her exposed cleavage.
“Hi. Yes, I’m John’s wife, Emily.” Emily said, completely ignoring the hot comment and the demeaning nickname.
“Nice to meet you. Come on in, I was just about to have a drink, would you like one?” Butch asked.
“I would love one.” Emily chimed in before I could politely decline.
As we entered the dank home of Butch Smith, I felt a tinge of anger as he put his meaty arm around my wife’s waist as we walked toward his kitchen. Emily looked uncomfortable but didn’t say anything or put up a fuss – probably because she didn’t want to upset him before asking him to help us deal with his son.
“I’ve got beer or some of my mom’s Moonshine lemonade. Which one would you like little lady?” Butch said.
“I don’t really drink alcohol,” Emily said.
“Ok. Lemonade it is. Needle, the lemonade and beer are in the fridge. I’ll take a beer and you can get your little wifey a lemonade. Grab whatever you want for yourself.” Butch said. Completely ignoring what she had said while putting me in my place as a servant.
I followed Emily’s lead in not upsetting him before we asked a favor of him. So, I went to the fridge to get the drinks as ordered.
“So why do you call John Needle?” Emily asked as they were leaving the kitchen.
“I don’t really remember. I think it was short for something. Do you remember Needle?” Butch asked.
“Umm. No.” I said. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to demean myself in front of Emily and he could feign ignorance that it was ever demeaning.
“We’re here to talk to you about your son, is he here?” Emily asked while I procured the drinks.
“Leroy’s not here. He stays at my bitch ex-wife’s most weeknights. He stays here when she gets on his nerves. So, where did you meet needle?” Butch said changing the topic.
“Ummm. We met in college. As I was saying, the reason for our visit today is to talk to you about your son.” Emily plodded on.
“College huh? I bet you were a wild one in college with a body like that.” Butch said.
“Ummm. No, I guess you could say, I blossomed after college. My college days were pretty mundane.” Emily replied.
“That’s a shame. Isn’t college when you’re supposed to sow your wild oats?” Butch asked.
“That’s not the accustomed reason people attend university. It’s typically to improve themselves.” Emily said.
During this time, I had been at the fridge grabbing the beers and hoping to find something non-alcoholic for Emily to drink, but his fridge had a mostly empty case of beer and a pitcher of lemonade. There was literally nothing else in there. So, I poured a glass of lemonade for Emily. I tasted it to see how strong it was, and I couldn’t even tell there was moonshine in it. It was either a really good moonshine, or it was a weak drink. I was hoping for the latter because Emily really is a lightweight when it comes to drinking.
“Drinks are served.” I interrupted, Casibom slot oyunları hoping to change the subject back to our reason for coming here.
“‘Bout damn time,” Butch said as he swiped both of their drinks from my hands. He then handed Emily her drink.
“To old friends.” Butch toasted as he raised his beer. We all clinked glass and took a drink.
“So, John, what are you up to nowadays?” Butch asked, using my first name.
I won’t bore you with the story of a small-town accountant, but we talked about my business for about 15 minutes, which was better than talking about the sex my wife should have been having in college. The only uncomfortable part about this was how we were positioned. Butch was standing right next to Emily as if they were a couple and I was the stranger. I tried multiple times to bring the conversation back to his son’s bullying, just so we could get out of there, but he never let the conversation go there.
“I’m ready for another beer. Drink up Emily, so John doesn’t have to keep going back and forth the fridge.” Butch said. Emily did as he said, downing her drink and handed me her glass. As soon as my back was turned Butch switched the subject back to Emily and sex.
“So, Emily, was John your first?” Butch asked.
“First what?” Emily asked. It was the first time she had spoken in a while, and I noticed a slight slur in her voice. So, the lemonade was strong, and Emily was getting drunk. I decided to only pour her half a glass this time.
“First to fuck you, of course,” Butch said, ever the poet laureate.
“Oh, ummm. Yes.” Emily said with a flush coming to her cheeks.
“Any others since him?” Butch asked.
“Are you asking if I’ve cheated on my husband?” Emily asked incredulously.
“Not necessarily cheated. Some husbands like their wives to fuck other men. Heck, some of them like to watch.” Butch said.
“Oh, that’s sick. No, I haven’t had sex with anyone but my husband.” Emily said.
“Well, there’s still time,” Butch said.
“Stop it, Butch,” Emily said a little too jovially when I think she should have taken offense and called him out for his out of bounds comment.
“Here’s your beer Butch. Can we talk about your son now?” I said as I handed him his beer.
“Sure, let’s go into the front room, where we can sit and get comfortable,” Butch said as he once again put his arm around my wife’s waist to escort her into the other room. I’m not sure if you’ve been in a trailer home, but other room, doesn’t mean you have to travel far to get from the kitchen to the sitting room. It took all of five steps to get there. Once there, he guided Emily to the well-worn couch, taking the seat right next to her. This left a tattered armchair for me.
“So, what’s Leroy been up to?” Butch asked.
“Well, he has been bullying our son since school began,” Emily said.
“Oh, I’m sorry about that. Well, since Leroy’s 18 now, there’s not much we can do to punish him anymore. What kinds of things has Leroy done to your son?” Butch asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
Emily went on to describe all the things Leroy had done to Stuart over the previous 2 weeks. It should have been familiar to him since he had done most of the same things to me 20 years ago. Just as she was finishing up, Butch spoke up.
“I could use another beer, John.” He said as he waved his empty bottle at me.
“That was the last one,” I informed him.
“Oh man. I didn’t realize I was out. I’ve had too many to drive. Would you mind running to the store to pick me up a case?” Butch said as he tossed me $20.
I looked at Emily to see if she was OK being left alone with him for the 10 minutes it would take me to get to the liquor store and back. She gave me a quick nod and I was on my way.
I know what you’re thinking. Why would I leave my wife with this letch? Right? Well, firstly, I wasn’t going to be gone for more than 10 minutes. Even if he tried something, I would be back before anything much could be accomplished. Secondly, Butch might be a chauvinist asshole, but he’s not a rapist. I knew from school that he never had a problem getting girls. There’s not a reason to believe it’s any different for him today. Most importantly, I trust my wife.
I was back 10 minutes later with a case of cold beer in hand.
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Emily’s story: 10 minutes alone with Butch.
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As soon as John was out the door, Butch turned to me.
“Ok, I have an offer. I will get Leroy to be your kid’s bodyguard at school. Not only will Leroy leave him alone, but I guarantee no one else will touch him…”
“That’s perfect,” I said.
“I wasn’t finished. Like I was saying, Leroy will protect your kid. All you have to do is have sex with me.” Butch said.
“What!?! No way! I’m not having sex with you. I’m a happily married woman and you are certainly Casibom hakkında not my type.” I said in shock.
“Your husband will never have to know. Just slip out of the house for an hour over the weekend. We’ll do the dirty and your kid is protected for the entire year.” Butch said.
“No. I’m not going to cheat on my husband,” I said.
“We could do it in front of him. Like I said before; some guys are into that kind of thing.” Butch said.
“Ewww, that’s gross. No. My husband is not into that sort of thing.” I said.
“You’ll never know with that attitude. What if I asked you to make out with me for 3 minutes?” Butch said.
“Sure, I would do that,” I said. I’ve kissed a few guys. It would be a form of cheating, but it’s not the same as sex.
“It would involve touching,” Butch said.
“Over the clothes?” I asked.
“Yes, over the clothes, but I would touch you everywhere,” Butch said.
“Deal,” I said.
“I wasn’t offering that as a deal. I was just trying to figure out where your line is. What if I wanted to see you naked?” Butch asked.
“No nudity,” I said.
“How about just bra and panties?” Butch asked.
“I would do that,” I said.
“Well, that’s not enough, but it’s good to know there’s room for a negotiation. For what I’m doing, I’ll need more. I’ve got an idea though. You say your husband isn’t into watching, but I have a feeling he is. When he gets back, you and I will make out for 5 minutes while he watches. My hands will wander everywhere on your body. When the timer ends, we will have your husband drop his shorts within 10 seconds. If he has a hard on, then you gotta have sex with me. We will have sex, right here, on this couch, in front of your husband. If you really think he’s not into this sort of thing, then you have nothing to lose, except a 5 minute make out session. What do you say?” Butch said.
“I don’t know if John will allow it,” I said.
“There’s no way that wimp wears the pants in your family. If you tell him, you’re doing it, then he’ll sit back like the wimp he is.” Butch said.
“I just don’t want to do this. What if I just gave you $1,000. You could fix this place up and get a couple hookers that look just like me.” I said.
“Hookers aint the same as fucking another guy’s wife. No deal.”
“So, if he’s not hard after you make out with me, we can go home, and you’ll still make your son protect my son?” I asked.
“Yes, but I’m betting Needle will like watching.”
“You’ve got a deal.
“What would I tell John when he gets here?” I asked.
“Nothing. I’ll do the talking. I don’t want you to tip him off about the hard on. It’s gotta be his natural reaction.” Butch said.
“What if John puts his foot down and says I can’t kiss you?” I asked.
“Tell you what; If he’s more of a man than I think he is, then you win the bet,” Butch said.
“Awesome. It’s a deal, but only touching over my clothes.” I said.
“Under the skirt and under the blouse but outside the panties and the bra. That’s my final offer,” Butch said.
“I guess that would be OK,” I said.
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John arrives and continues his story:
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“We have reached an agreement” Butch announced.
I looked at Emily for confirmation but didn’t feel reassured when I saw her face. She looked very nervous, biting her bottom lip and not making eye contact with me.
“Oh yeah, what is that?” I asked.
“Well, I’ve agreed to make sure Leroy never bothers your son again and in exchange, your wife has agreed to make out with me for 5 minutes while you watch to make sure it doesn’t go over 5 minutes,” Butch said.
“What?!? No way! Emily? Did you really agree to this?” I asked as I picked my jaw off the ground.
“It’s the best offer he’s going to give us. Believe me, he asked for much more. Once this is over with, he promised Leroy will protect Stuart from other bullies” Emily said.
“There are other stipulations. Firstly, you must sit in your chair and not speak. Secondly, if after 5 minutes you enjoyed watching us, then Emily will be having sex with me while you watch.” Butch said.
“If I enjoy it?!? Ha! Fat chance! Are you sure about this Emily?” I asked.
“I have to do this for Stuart. It’s only 5 minutes, then it’s over. I can do anything for 5 minutes.” Emily said.
“Are we all agreed then?” Butch asked sounding like a used car salesman nearing the close of a sale.
“I guess,” I said, still not entirely convinced. I took my seat in my chair, got my phone out, set the timer and waited for them to start this charade.
“Ok, put the phone on the table and press start when our lips touch,” Butch said to me. “Are you ready Emily?” he asked.
“Yes.” My wife said.
With that Butch and my wife turned towards each other on the couch. Butch put his hand behind her head and pulled her towards him. The kiss was under way. It was surreal watching my Emily kissing this brute. It started as a gentle kiss but quickly evolved to their tongues swishing around in each other’s mouths. I felt my jealousy rising as Butch began touching Emily. His right hand moved to her bare knee. He immediately began moving his hand up her thigh. His other hand was draped over her shoulder where it began kneading her left breast.
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