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CELIBATE ON MY HONEYMOON

Chapter 1

Victoria was 16 when I first met her, and I was 36. She is the
daughter of my business colleague, a stunning redhead, 5' 2" with
large breasts and shapely legs. She flirted with me shamelessly from
the beginning, and I soon became besotted with her.

I started to see her more often, and eventually, with the blessing
of her parents, it was decided we would marry when she was 18. She
is an only child, and I was aware that she is strong willed and used
to having her own way. For her part, she liked the fact that I am
docile, submissive even, and soon became the dominant partner in our
relationship. It did not take her long to find out my little kinks,
in particular my foot fetish, which she loved to exploit.

During our courtship period she would not let me fuck her, although
she had told me that she had been sexually active since the age of
14. During our times alone she would have me on my knees for hours,
firstly licking and sucking her pretty feet, and then sucking her
pussy to at least two orgasms.



In return she would play with my modest cock until I was ready to come,
and then take great delight
in stuffing it back, unsatisfied, into my trousers. While doing
this, she would often comment that I had the smallest cock she had
ever seen, and taunt me that she would probably not feel it when she
did eventually let me fuck her.

At last she reached 18, and we were married. We left for the airport
to travel to Spain directly from the reception, taking the night
flight to Teneriffe. This meant I would not get the chance to
consummate our marriage until we were in Spain.

Early next morning we were at the hotel booking in, when I noticed
my wife looking behind me. As I turned, I saw that her attention had
been taken by a tall man, probably a year or two older than
her.

"He's gorgeous" she purred, "I bet he doesn't have a tiny little
boy's cock like you darling, given the chance he could probably fuck
me senseless!" I reminded Victoria that this was our honeymoon and
she should be thinking of me. She just smirked.

The young man noticed Victoria looking at him and smiled. To my
annoyance, Victoria waved at him, and he made his way over to us. He
totally ignored me, and put his hand out to my wife.

"Hi, I'm Tony" he said, "nice to meet you."

"Likewise" answered Victoria, taking his hand. "Have you been here
long?"

"Just arrived" he responded, "I'm here for two weeks."

"Us too", my wife countered, "why don't you join us for a drink in
the ballroom tonight?" Tony agreed immediately, and said he would
see her later. Still ignoring me, he turned and left.
I asked my
wife sulkily why she had done that, and she merely replied that it
would be nice to make friends while we were there. We went silently
to our room to get settled, and spent the afternoon taking a look
round the resort.


  

Chapter 2

We were getting ready to go to the ballroom in the evening, and I
noticed my wife was taking extra care with her preparation. She had
chosen her shortest navy blue dress, which finished half way up her
thigh, and which was very low cut at the front, showing about half
of her ample breasts. I was sure she had not put on any underwear,
and her sexy white legs were left bare.

Arriving at the ballroom, we found a table and got comfortable.
Victoria kept looking around, taking little notice of anything I was
saying, and I began to get very jealous, knowing that she was
looking for Tony. Eventually he arrived, and kissed my young wife on
the cheek before sitting next to her. Again, I was ignored. My wife
told me imperiously to get our new friend a drink. When I returned,
they were deep in conversation, laughing and joking together.

After a while, Tony asked my wife if she would like to dance. She
readily agreed, and the spent the next twenty minutes gyrating to
the loud disco music. Eventually, they came back to the table and
sat down together. I asked Victoria if she wanted to dance with me,
but she declined, saying she wanted a breather. Having said that, a
slow number came on, and Tony took her willingly back to the dance
floor. I watched as she put her arms around his neck, and he grabbed
her arse, pulling her close to him. As they danced, they whispered
constantly to each other, and then to my horror, he bent his face to
hers and french kissed her passionately. My mind was in turmoil as I
waited for my wife to come back to me.

When they eventually returned, Victoria leaned over to me and
unleashed a bombshell.

"Tony has told me that he finds me incredibly sexy, and he wants to
have me tonight. I know it is our honeymoon, but we have all the
rest of our lives together, so let's call it a last fling eh?" I
said I could not believe she had said that, and would not
countenance her sleeping with anyone but me. She leaned closer and
whispered in my ear.

"I wasn't asking you, I was telling you. If you want to see me at
all during this holiday, you will go along with whatever I want,
understand?" Like a complete fool, I agreed to her demands. With
that, she grabbed Tony's hand and said:

"Let's go, I am soaking wet thinking about that big cock you have
for me. Don't wait up, darling, I will be back in the morning."
Laughing, they left for Tony's room. I went back to our room, and
slept fitfully, my mind full of images of my young wife giving to
the black man what she still had not given to me.
  
  
  

Chapter 3

I was already up when Victoria breezed into our room at nine the
next morning. She looked flushed, and was in a very happy mood.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked superfluously.

"The best ever" she replied happily, "Tony fucked me four times last
night with his huge cock, and I lost count of the number of times he
made me cum.

I behaved like a complete slut, constantly begging for
more of his meat. Then, as I was leaving this morning, he
pushed me up against the wall, and rammed into me like a man
possessed. I screamed out as he gave me my fifth helping of cum.


Look at this!" She raised her dress, showing her puffy pussy, the
hairs matted with her new lover's cum.

In spite of my jealousy, and
the pain her story was causing me, I had a raging hard on.

"Do you think we could go to bed now?" I asked meekly, "After all,
we have not consummated the marriage yet."

"Not now, darling" she replied, "I need a break after the pounding
my cunt has taken. I tell you what, you can lick my pussy gently if
you like, if you don't mind it being a bit messy." Willing to do
anything to get close to my wife again, I knelt before her. As I
began the  unpleasant task of lapping up Tony's juices, she stroked
my hair.

"That's it darling, suck all of Tony's sticky cum out of me, show me
that you accept that I can cuckold you any time I like."

"But I don't want to be a cuckold" I pleaded, "I want it to be just
you and I"

"I have seen your cock, remember?" she answered . "You are not man
enough for me on your own. There will always be other cocks giving
me the satisfaction you can't!" She then informed me that I would also have to
clean her up at the back, as Tony had put one load up her arse.

As I knelt before my new wife, my tongue pushing into her arsehole
cleaning out another man's cum, I feared for the future, and began
to wonder if I had made the biggest mistake of my life.



When Victoria was satisfied with my cleaning, she went to shower and
change. She came out, wearing a small top with no bra, and a pair of
white shorts. She looked great, and I perked up a little. I asked
her where she wanted to go, and she informed me that she had
arranged to go into town with Tony.

"Why don't you relax by the pool?" she asked, "and I will see you
there later". My depression returned immediately.

About one in the afternoon, I saw my wife and Tony approaching me,
hand in hand.

"Hello darling" she cooed, "had a good morning?" Without waiting for
an answer, she advised me that she and Tony were going to his room.

"This horny bastard wants to feel my mouth around his cock again,
before I spread my legs for him" she laughed. We will meet you in
the ballroom tonight."



  
Chapter 4

I sat alone in the ballroom, awaiting the arrival of my wife and
Tony. When they arrived, I was shocked to see that Victoria looked a
total slut. Heavily made up, with a dress that hardly covered her
breasts and pussy. They sat down, and my wife ordered me to get the
drinks. I came back to see them with their hands all over each
other, laughing and whispering. I sat there for a while, looking and
feeling very miserable. Eventually, my wife spoke to me.

"Do you realise how stupid you look, sitting there like a spare
prick at a wedding, with that miserable look on your face?" She
kicked off her shoes. "I can't bear to look at you any more. Get
under the table and lick my feet for a while." I hesitated.

"Do it!" she spat, and I got to my knees under the table and took
her little foot in my hands. While I was licking her feet and
sucking her toes, the waitress came over and asked if everything was
alright.

"It's OK" said my wife, "my husband is an impotent little wimp, who
can only get an erection by sucking my feet. Get up darling, the
waitress wants to take our order." I got up red faced to see the
waitress looking at me with undisguised contempt. This caused Tony
and my wife to erupt with laughter. I dearly wished I was somewhere
else.

Time passed, and I realised that Victoria was dying to take Tony's
cock again.

"Walk us back to Tony's room" my wife ordered as they got up. They
walked ahead, arms around each other, while I followed a few paces
behind, head bowed. When we reached Tony's room, my wife said she
wanted a goodnight kiss. I leaned forward, but she grabbed my
shoulders and pushed me to my knees,

Lifting her skirt, she showed me her uncovered pussy and ordered me
to kiss it, and not stop kissing it until I was told. I began
kissing, aware that lots of people were passing by on the way to
their rooms. One married couple, the worse for drink, stopped to
watch.

"You have him well trained!" laughed the man.

"Yes" agreed my wife, "my husband is kissing my pussy goodnight,
before my lover does exactly what he wants with it."

"What a pathetic little pervert!" sneered the man's wife, "he
deserves to be a cuckold, if he were my husband I would slap him
silly" The four of them laughed, and the couple left. I was dragged
to my feet, and my wife told me to go back to the room while she
took a few more loads from Tony.





Chapter 5

It was our last night. As usual, I walked back with my wife and Tony
to his room. When we got there, Tony spoke.

"I was thinking, as your husband hasn't been allowed to have you,
perhaps he would like to watch you being fucked by a real man?" His
words had an immediate effect on my cock, which did not go unnoticed
by my wife. Rubbing the front of my trousers, she said:

"I think his cock has answered for him. Let's make it as humiliating
as possible for him." With that, she ordered me to go inside and
strip. When they had finished laughing at my poor excuse for a cock,
Victoria ordered me to stand in front of her and undress her. I
undid her blouse, revealing her large breasts, still showing signs
of the love bites Tony had put there over the last two weeks. I was
made to suck her nipples. Getting over excited, I caressed her
breast with my hand. I was given a stinging slap across the face for
my trouble, and my wife said:

"This is not for your pleasure, it is
for mine and Tony's" Then she went on teasingly:

"You would really love to fuck me now, wouldn't you darling? Your
little cock is getting all hard in anticipation!" Taking Tony's
rapidly hardening cock in her hand, she went on:

"Which one do you think I would rather fuck darling, this one I
can't get my hand around, or yours which I can hardly see?" She and
Tony laughed at her humiliation of me, as I agreed that his would
give her more pleasure.

Having removed the rest of her clothes, I was pushed to my knees and
told to make her wet to receive Tony's cock, while she kissed him
passionately and fondled his large weapon.

When they were both ready, I lay on my back on the floor while
Victoria straddled my face, facing my feet. From there I had a close
up view of the beautiful pussy that had been denied to me. Tony
knelt behind her, and I watched as he slowly fed the full length of
his cock into my willing wife.

"Oh that's it gasped my wife, "give it all to me Tony, show him how
you have mastered me with that big fuckstick over the last
fortnight. Show him how you have made me addicted to big cock,
and how I will be a slut for it from now on!"

Tony began to fuck my wife in earnest, with her crying out orgasm
after orgasm, using the filthiest language I have ever heard. All
the time I could see his cock sliding in and out of Victoria's cunt,
just a few inches away. Finally, he announced he was about to cum.

"Yes, Tony" shouted my wife, "shoot your load deep into his
unfaithful wife, empty those big balls into my belly!" With a
cry, Tony duly obliged.

When Tony withdrew, my wife lowered her sopping cunt on to my face,
and rubbed the mixture of Tony's cum and her juices all over it.


I was then made to stand. I went to wipe my face, but my wife told me
to leave it. She wanted me to go back to my room with the slime on
my face, in the hope that plenty of people would see me looking
stupid.

"I want to see it on your face when I return in the morning" she
said, "or else!" I returned to my room as ordered while my wife
enjoyed her last night with Tony.

The next morning, as we were ready to leave, Victoria was locked in
a long, loving embrace with her lover. She kissed him goodbye, and
he left, promising to call her sometime. Victoria turned to me and
said:

"This is what married life is going to be like for you. Now I have
tasted cock, I intend to carry on finding it when we get home.
To be honest, I don't think that little boy's cock will ever find
it's way inside me, so get used to it."

I was devastated. I had a beautiful, young sexy wife, and I was
being told I could never have her. I cried myself to sleep that
night, as I have done on many nights since then.

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