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Being Nadia's Husband - Part Three

The following morning both Nadia and I slept in late. We were both tired after the events of the previous night, and Nadia didn't even wake up until about 11 o'clock. I awoke with an unrelieved massive hard-on about half past nine, but I remembered Nadia had said something about me not masturbating, and I was not about to risk her anger. Instead I lay in bed next to my marital Mistress for over an hour, absorbing the warmth of her soft, feminine body, and thinking about her and Frederico, her latin looking lover of the previous evening. I had decided that I enjoyed obeying Nadia, even when she was forbidding me sex, but I felt a great deal more uncertain about Frederico's role in this complicated situation. _He_ had said Nadia was not to permit me sex until _he_ said so. Who was he to say such a thing?  Certainly Nadia was clearly taken with his body, but I was still Nadia's husband, I told myself. It was one thing being made to wait an indefinite period for sex by your wife, quite another when ordered about, even indirectly, by her lover.

Yet what could I do about it? Nothing! Time though, I told myself, was on my side. Our honeymoon trip would be coming to an end in a couple of days, and we would have to return to England, dreary gray Liverpool skies, and some kind of blessed normality. At least Frederico would be left behind! Nadia would no doubt continue to assert her newly established right to copulate with whomsoever she chose from time to time, but I'd be used to the idea by then, and perhaps I'd be able to figure out ways to deal better with the situation.

When Nadia awoke, she reminded me about her proposed shopping trip, after first flicking the still engorged knob of my prick with her long, pink-painted finger-nails and laughing dismissively. "Put little Willy away," she told me. "I don't want my reputation ruined by anyone spotting my husband's inadequacies!" I grimaced at the insult, but wisely kept quiet.  

"Good boy" she reassured me. "Don't worry. You mustn't play with him, but we'll get some things today which will make your temporary chastity a little bit easier on you". Nadia always had enjoyed being mysterious!

After a late breakfast we were on our way to the local resort shopping centre. "The shops aren't brilliant darling," Nadia pouted at me, "but I'm pretty sure they'll have what I've got in mind to begin your training". I'd been too busy enjoying looking at Nadia's carefully made up lips to concentrate much on what she was saying, but that word "training" grabbed my attention. "Just walk one step behind me, and don't speak unless spoken to, unless it's really necessary". I heard her words, but I could hardly believe she was talking to me like this, and in public! Part of me felt angry, but her treatment  of me seemed to be making my cock stir again, so I just nodded obediently.

Before long we arrived at a women's "lingerie and bridal accessories" shop.  After a brief study of the shop's windows Nadia led me inside. I enjoy looking at women's underwear as much as any red-blooded male, and my eyes drank in the mannequins in their tight, stretchy panties and under-wired brassieres. Most had wigs and had even had the faces made up. They really looked quite fetching. While my eyes wandered over to a tall, slim tailor's dummy with long legs and rather large breasts, decked out in sheer black stockings, black satin knickers, and a beautiful lacy basque, Nadia attracted a sales' assistant. "I'm interested in a standard, firm-control panti-girdle," I heard her say. "I want something that's a fairly full design, but in a small size, perhaps a 26/28 inch waist?" The sales' girl promptly disappeared under the counter and returned a few seconds later with several packages.

"This is the Berlei, Madame," she explained. "It has an extra firm control panel at the front. 79% nylon polymide, 21% elastane, available in black or white only." I was inwardly cringing. Nadia meant me to control by male appendage by crushing it, it seemed! Still, I liked the black.

"The white'll do fine," Nadia decided. "I'll take two, one in a 26 inch, one in a 28." I kept quiet, not daring to express an opinion. Nadia told me to pay, and within half an hour we were back at the hotel.

"Well done," my wife congratulated me when we were back in our room. "You didn't protest, which is just as well mind you, because I was going to tell the sales' assistant who the panti-girdles were for if you had!" In no time she had me trying on the girdles over my cotton briefs. When I'd got one on, after somewhat of a struggle with the tight, constricting garment, to my surprise Nadia put her slim hand down the back of my girdle, reached between my legs,

grabbed my crushed but semi-erect penis, and pulled it hard backwards, so that my knob was practically sticking up my own bum. Then she pulled the girdle up my legs another inch. My balls seemed to have almost disappeared inside my body. The effect was a little uncomfortable until my semi-erection wore off, but from the front my hips  now looked quite feminine.

"You'll wear one of these girdles from now on" I was informed. "I don't think you'll be chatting up many other women while you've got a panti-girdle on underneath your trousers, will you darling? And I don't expect you'll be getting any silly ideas about challenging any of my men friends to a fight or anything silly either, will you? When you go to the bathroom you'll have to use a cubicle, and remember, I'll be checking all the time to make sure that nice, tight, firm-control panel is still in place helping you keep yourself under control, so no cheating, or I'll never make love to you again, OK? Eventually you can buy yourself a whole range of corsetry perhaps, but this will do for now. Wear one in bed as well, whether I'm there or not. It'll help you resist being naughty and touching yourself up.  My little husband must keep all his pent up spunk in his balls for his wife, mustn't he darling?" she concluded as she kissed me fully on the lips, deeply and sensously. My cock hardly stirred so constricted was it, though I still felt a rush of lust for Nadia's body.

The rest of the day proceeded relatively normally, but when evening approached, I was informed that my wife had a dinner date with Frederico, and that I was not invited, though "if I behaved myself, one day I might be!" A pang of jealously ran through me, but then the thought occured to me that with Nadia out of the room, I could at least wank myself off if I wanted to. I could always put the panti-girdle back on afterwards, I told myself, and Nadia wouldn't know anything about it. Unfortunately Nadia seemed to have the same thought. After a snack and being ordered to relieve myself, Nadia left for her date with Frederico, having first got my agreement to my wrists being manacled in front of me with my own thin leather belt. It was quite comfortable, except that I had to flex my wrists every few minutes to keep the blood flowing to my hands and avoid a bad case of pins and needles. Although my hands were tied at my front, my prick was firmly folded away behind me, and I found I couldn't stimulate it at all, no matter how hard I stretched my fingers! She had done it! I was in a crude form of chastity belt. It was 100% effective, and I was entirely dependent upon my wife for my release. I supposed that in an emergency I might be able to work the leather over a knife, but if I cut the belt Nadia would discover my crime. I was caught.

As the hours passed I could not help but imagine Nadia's romantic evening.  Sometimes as I grew excited visualising Frederico's renewed seduction of my wife I felt I was almost cuming, but it was impossible. The panti-girdle held my cock under lock and key, and a pathetic semi-erection was the best I could manage. I could rub my frustrated knob through the girdle on the edge of a table or other object, but I couldn't get enough friction to really pleasure myself. I had felt sorry for myself having to wank into my wife's knickers on my own honeymoon to gain relief; now I couldn't even do that! 

Frederico would be shafting Nadia before long I knew, pumping as much spunk into another man's wife as he cared to,

making her orgasm again and again on his massive latin cock, whilst I couldn't even give myself a hand-job any more. For a short time I cried, but I felt I loved Nadia more than ever, and she had hinted that she'd give me some sexual relief at some stage, hadn't she?

About midnight I got a shock. A key rattled in the hotel room door. I hadn't expected Nadia back so soon! My panti-girdle and belt were still firmly in place, so that was OK. I hoped Nadia was OK. She was. And so was Frederico.  She had invited him back to our room - I couldn't believe it. Shamed by my bonds I tried to hide my hands, but Nadia already had the light on and was introducing me! "This is my husband," she explained. "You said you wanted to meet him Fredi... well here he is, trussed up and ready like you said!" I felt a wave of cold shock come over me, and collapsed to my knees, my bound arms sticking out helplessly in front of me. "Stand up darling," I heard my wife's voice floating somewhere. "Don't worry. Fredi won't hurt you. I made him promise. And I want to take your trousers off so we can see your girdle."

With that Nadia hauled me to my feet, loosened the belt in my trousers, pulled down the zip of my fly, and let my trousers fall to the floor. Of course the panti-girdle was still there, making me look like a pansy. I couldn't believe my nice, normal, middle-class Nadia was doing this to me.  "Now sit in the chair darling" she continued. "Fredi wants to fuck me on our bridal bed, and he wants you to watch". I struggled to obey, and saw Nadia fall on the bed with ?Fredi'. Quickly he was at her, one hand manipulating a gorgeous breast through her blouse and bra, whilst the other held her head to his as he tongue kissed her. Having got things under way ?Fredi' then appeared to want to take things slowly. Before my very eyes my wife's clothing was removed, ever so slowly, item by item, until she was naked before him. First her thin, almost transparent blouse went, then her tight, short skirt was unzipped from the side and allowed to fall. Nadia was wearing a suspender belt and very expensive, sheer stockings. Her panties stayed on for a while as this hunk of a latin male rubbed two powerful fingers over Nadia's crotch.

She allowed him to masturbate her. His lips sucked her tits through the shiny material of her bra, making her nipples stand out. Nadia's hips ground backwards and forwards on his hand as her eager mouth sort his.

Next her panty-briefs were removed, and Fredi turned sideways on the bed for a few minutes to give my wife a good tonguing between her legs. I could only watch in horror as she ground her cunt into his face.

Then came the stockings and suspender belt. The stockings were flung in my direction, and I manouvered them to my face, smelling Nadia's female scents as her more virile lover continued to prepare her to receive his liquid. Finally Nadia's brassiere was removed, leaving my wife stark naked before the still fully clothed Frederico. Now Nadia sat up a bit, and unzipped the man's fly. I followed her every movement as her hand went inside his trousers and pulled out that gigantic cock. I could see his balls now, huge and round, protruding from his clothing. Nadia bent her face to his cock and proceeded to suck him into her mouth, at least as best she could. Her pink lipsticked lips worked themselves up and down his bulbous knob, as well as as much of his massive shaft as she could manage.

I wanted to cum desperately, but could do nothing, except watch, fascinated.  In a few more minutes Fredi was nude also, and I knew I was about to watch my wife get well and truly fucked by another man's cock.  Fredi's huge tool protruded like a flag-pole from his body. I couldn't help but stare at it's length and thickness, calculating it to be at least twice the size of mine.  I began to feel really seriously inadequate. No wonder Nadia preferred other men. Perhaps I couldn't really blame her for going to real men for sex. How could I even dream of filling her up properly after she'd been stretched open by a monster cock like that? I felt that if I were a woman, I'd probably want a proper man's cock too!

Nadia now grabbed her new man's penis and guided it to her lips again.

Her beautifully painted, sexy, feminine lips curled around his knob. Then she was licking it, up and down, up and down, whilst gently manipulating her lover's balls in her hand. Next those balls disappeared into Nadia's mouth, one after the other, as she sucked hard on her male's scrotal sac.

Fredi was in ecstacy, groaning wildly as Nadia's tongue played with his testicles. 

After a few minutes of this, during which - to my amazement - Frederico's cock seemed to lengthen and fill out yet another inch, Nadia lay down on the bed, opened her legs, and guided her man into her body. I watched paralysed with lust as the gigantic male member nudged open my wife's cunt, and then began to disappear from sight inside her.

 Suddenly Frederico seemed to lose control. He began to rut like a desperate animal, thrusting his weapon again and again up Nadia's slippery hole. Faster and faster he fucked her. Nadia looked elated. "Yes, yes. Do it to me. Fuck me. Make me cum. Spunk me Fredi, I want you," she moaned. Within seconds Fredi was doing as invited and ejaculating his spunk into my wife.

He really shoved hard at Nadia as he came, holding her shoulders down on the bed as he delivered his load into her, her tits wobbling and rippling with each male orgasmic thrust. In a way it was a beautiful sight, but I was an emotional wreck, and I could feel my own little cock trying and failing to grow beyond about three or four inches inside the imprisoning panti-girdle.

Somewhere deep inside of me a very small part of my ego was still alive and wanted to fight for Nadia, but mainly I felt crushed and defeated. Fredi had fucked Nadia, but Nadia had fucked my mind, my soul. She had shown me that she could do anything she wanted to me, humiliate me in any way she liked, rob me of my manhood, and yet _still_ I would love her, depend upon her, crawl to her. I felt almost as if Nadia had tricked me into allowing her to cut my balls off, yet somehow I was proud of her for doing that to me. What a woman, what a goddess! I had sold my soul to her and I was glad about it.  I only wanted to discover more of life with this wonderful woman. What else could she possibly dream up for our marriage? Whatever it might be I was going to give it a chance!

Being Nadia's Husband - Part Four

I was (quite literally) in a state of shock. I had just been forced to witness my bride being taken by her virile, latin lover. Frederico had finished with her for now. Lazily and full of manly confidence he withdrew his still huge and well lubricated cock from up my wife. I watched intently, noting every thick globule of spunk on his shiny knob as it reappeared from within Nadia's shapely body.

When he stood up, leaving Nadia prone on our honeymoon bed, his member bounced in the air before him, still about three-quarters erect, and enjoying the freedom which my own pathetic willy was denied, being held tightly confined inside the new, over-small sized panti-girdle my wife had made me buy earlier that day. I had a sudden horrible thought that maybe the girdle had been Fredi's idea, and probably the belt too, which held my wrists together before me. I was trussed like a turkey, and almost felt like I'd been slaughtered. Every muscle in my body felt rigid with shock. I felt light-headed, almost as if I might faint at any moment.

Nadia moaned quietly in a satisfied, exhausted tone. The noise drew my eyes from Frederico's phallus back to the body of this woman who was legally mine, but whose slave it was clear I had become. She was laying on her back with her superb, perfectly smooth thighs spread wantonly apart. As I watched she shifted a little, and a thread of her man's cum slowly slid from inside her and began to slither down her cunt lips on to the bed.

Fredi's eyes had followed mine and he guffawed loudly. Then, for the first time, he spoke to me rather than Nadia. "Looks like you've been well and truly put in your place, doesn't it?" he smirked at me. "I've always wanted to have another man's bride, and now I've done it. I don't know why women bother marrying pansy wimps like you. Must be for the money or the security I suppose. Well she'll never be satisfied with your little prick again now you know. I've shown her what it's really like to be taken by a man. She won't want your pathetic efforts any more!"

I didn't dare say a word. Fredi looked broad-chested, strong and muscular. I had my wrists tied together. He had just fucked my wife in front of me and I'd done nothing. I wasn't about to do anything rash now. It was still a shock though when this potent, nude male walked over to me, lifted me out of my chair, held me to him, and kissed me full on the lips. I struggled to escape but resistance was hopeless. One arm was all it took Fredi to hold me in his iron embrace. I felt nothing as his lips fastened on mine, neither stimulation nor repugnance.... only sheer fright! In a second his free hand was on the crotch of my Berlei panti-girdle, his strong fingers reaching between my legs, following the slim form of my ensheathed penis. He rubbed my encased knob vigorously for a few seconds, and then let me go. I fell to my knees. My world was collapsing.

On the edge of consciousness I heard Nadia say: "Leave him alone Fredi. You promised me you wouldn't hurt him."

"I'm not hurting you little pansy, am I now?" Fredi cooed at me. "Don't worry, I'm not a homosexual, and I'm not going to rape you, but you have to show me you accept my right to shaft your wife any time I like. You know, dominant male, that sort of thing. No.... maybe you don't, but you're going to learn quick!"

With that Fredi got close to me again. His prick had cooled to about half it's previous maximum size by now. It was dangling loosely in front of what women would no doubt refer to as his "well hung" testicles. With horror it dawned on me that having collapsed on to my knees, my mouth was now within about two inches of his knob. "Suck me," Fredi commanded. "Take my knob in your pretty little mouth and suck me. It's your responsibility as Nadia's husband you know! You really should see to it that you keep her lover's cock nice and big for her. Lick my penis, and when it's hard again we'll see what Nadia wants me to do with it, shall we?"

I started shaking. My nerves had gone completely. "Careful Fredi", Nadia said quietly.

"Look little man," Fredi responded, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to. Look, I'll even let you go if you want." With that he reached forward and, with a sharp tug, undid the belt buckle imprisoning my wrists. I was free!

"Thank you Fredi", Nadia congratulated her man. She stood up now and, after rummaging in a drawer for a moment, pulled on a pair of lacy red french knickers and matching bra. I hardly dared look at her anymore. I felt as if I'd lost the right even to ogle my wife's body. "You're still my husband," I heard her say. "Look at me!" I looked. Tears were in my eyes but I was too emotionally used up to cry. "Tell me you love me" she commanded. I obeyed, in a high-pitched, squeaky voice I didn't recognise as mine. "Again!"

"I love you Nadia," I managed. "I'll always love you, and adore you, and need you."

"That's better," she told me. Then she came over to me, and knelt beside me.  Gently she pushed her breast to my mouth. "Suck me" I was told. "Put your arms around me. Hold me, and suckle my breast." Hardly conscious of what I was doing, yet knowing that with every moment that passed I was making myself more dependent upon her, I obeyed. My arms went around Nadia's shoulders, and she slid me on to my back like a baby so that she could feed me her tit. Taking my weight on her thighs, she allowed me to suckle through her bra. Then she slipped the nipple from under the material and pushed it into my mouth. For a good five minutes I suckled gently. Gradually I came round a bit. I still felt confused, but now instead of being frightened I began to experience a sense of being comforted and cared for. A huge weight seemed to ease from my mind. Nadia did love me.

When, with her free hand, Nadia began gently to stimulate my crotch, I relaxed even more. There was no chance of cuming unless she removed the girdle from me of course, but once again lust began to violate my senses.  All this time Fredi had remained standing next to Nadia. Now she sat me up again, and reached for Fredi's penis. I was made to face Nadia, who was now sitting cross-legged, on my knees, with Frederico standing almost over us.  Once more Nadia made me lean forward and take her gorgeous, round, feminine breast between my lips, this time through her bra again. After only twenty seconds or so Nadia reached out with one hand and grasped Fredi's limp cock.  I watched open-eyed as she manipulated his foreskin back and forth only inches away from me. Gradually his manhood began to expand afresh. Before his shaft could rear up too far, Nadia took her free hand and held my head to it's nipple sucking task. Then with her other hand still on Fredi she guided his knob towards me. Slowly she rubbed his penis up and down on the smooth material of her bra, first on the breast further from me, then transferring his expanding shaft to the same globe I was suckling. Now his knob was only an inch from my lips, indenting the same bra cup I was sucking.

"Remember," Nadia told me. "Fredi wasn't lying. We don't want you to do anything you don't want to. But I love you, and I want you to suck Fredi's cock to show me how much you love me! It'll be an incredibly erotic sight for me if you do it. I want to see you suck Fredi for me. But I want you to want to do it darling. It's really quite enjoyable. Believe me, I've tried it. I'm going to put Fredi's cock in your mouth now, so if you keep sucking my tit that means you agree to sucking his cock, OK?"

I was helpless. I couldn't reject Nadia by refusing to suckle her breasts. I needed her. I could see Nadia's painted thumb and finger-nails holding on to Fredi's knob. The seconds passed, and I couldn't stop sucking Nadia. She brought her lover's cock right up to my mouth. Then it was thrusting aside her breast and I found myself tonguing an erect phallus. Nadia shifted her position slightly and held my head in her hands. My lips found that a thick, fat cock, slickened by my own saliva, was thrusting backwards and forwards through them. "Good boy" Nadia encouraged me. Fredi began to enjoy himself.  His thrusts got deeper, until his knob was penetrating the top of my throat each time he pushed hard. I was in a daze, but when Nadia reminded me to suck and lick her lover's cock, I did so.   

Before I knew what was happening he seemed to be getting ready to cum. His thrusts were bringing his balls to my lips now. Nadia held my head firmly.  Then Fredi cried out: "Yes, Nadia, yes. Hold him, I'm going to do him!" Three more hard, quick thrusts, and then Fredi held his cock in position. My jaw muscles were aching with being forced open so long, but I thrilled as his powerful phallus began to quiver in my mouth. His knob was blocking my throat and I could hardly breathe, but dimly I was aware he was cumming. At first I felt nothing, but when after a minute he withdrew,

the salty, musky taste of cum was on my tongue. He had indeed mouth fucked me. Nadia released my head and turned me around to look into my eyes. I had been filled with another man's cum for her.

Gently she kissed me on the lips, her tongue snaking out and savouring a real man's juices. I noticed her nipples were rock hard as she joined her tongue to mine, both of us tasting Fredi's semen together.

When she broke off there was a look of triumph in her eyes. I was rewarded for my obedience to her desires by having my girdle removed at last. Nadia explained that this would be a rare treat for me, but that in the circumstances she was sure Fredi wouldn't mind(!). I was given Nadia's panties and told to put them in my mouth and suck on them. Then I was ordered to masturbate in front of both Nadia and Fredi. This I did, shooting a huge load of pent up spunk into my hand.

I had wanted to use a pair of Nadia's knickers to wank into but was denied that pleasure. Inevitably my liquid dripped off my hand, so Nadia ordered me to rub it into my body, and then take a shower, before getting back into a clean girdle!

For the remainder of that night I slept on the floor by Nadia and Fredi's bed. Fredi tied up my hands again "to stop me wanking in the night". This was just as well, because in the morning when I awoke it was to the noises of Frederico in rut again, shafting Nadia hard and long. I could do nothing but lay there, listen, and imagine this man making my wife cum on his cock.

  I no longer even dreamt for a moment of trying to make him stop. He had fucked my mouth after all, ejaculated his manly sperm down my throat, and I probably even still had his spunk in my stomach! I was as much his as Nadia was. When he eventually left to go back to his own room I was almost sad to see Nadia's lover leave us. She was in such a good mood after being satisfied by him, and she allowed me to have my wrists freed, and to snuggle up in bed with her for an hour before a very late breakfast. Of course the girdle stayed where it was, but Nadia rubbed my little prick through the tight, elasticated garment a bit, and I felt I was in heaven! I had been required to prove my love to this woman, and I had done it. In the future she could do what she liked with me, and I knew I'd enjoy it. What could England bring after this? What would we tell our friends we did on our honeymoon? I snuggled up to Nadia's warm breasts and dreamed of a long life of slavery.

THE END