Well the wedding is finally over. Tina and I are going
on a well planned, but short honeymoon. We aren’t going
to far from home as she is in her eighth month and could
deliver anytime now.
But it’s so good to finally be married to the love of
my life for so many years. Finally I’ll be able to have sex
with the woman of my dreams. Well not right away. You see
the doctor told her that intercourse is out until about 60
to 90 days after the baby is born. Oh, well. I’ve waited
this long, what’s a few more months?
The doctor did say it was okay for me to perform oral
sex on her. So I’ll be performing the same type of sex
I’ve had with her since we began dating and became serious
with each other.
Tina and I have been dating for the last five years. We
had known each other in high school, but we were more
friends than lovers then.
I tried to make her feel for me as I felt about her
back then, but, she insisted we remain friends. After
College I returned home and she and I became closer
friends, then an item. We became serious and then lovers,
but she still wasn’t ready for marriage. She said she
wanted to be sure I was.
I did everything I could to prove to her that I would love
and cherish her, but to no avail, she chose to keep on
dating and for us to remain lovers.
“Tim, I want to be truly sure you’re in love with me
before we get married. I know you love me and I know I
love you. Let’s continue to maintain our relationship
until I’m sure we’re both ready.” Tina said kissing me
before we went out on our date for the evening.
As we drove, I couldn’t keep from glancing at the very
short mini skirt she was wearing tonight. Her blouse was
extremely sheer and she wore no bra. I wondered if her
size 38C endowments would be safely constrained by the
thin fabric. Luckily, there were opaque patches at
strategic places to hide her nipples.
That night I dropped her off at Steve’s apartment.
There were several cars parked out front of the duplex.
Two nights ago I dropped her off at Bob’s apartment.
I suspected he was at Steve’s place tonight also.
“Tim, I’d like for you to walk me to the door this
time and maybe come in for a moment or two before you go
back to my place.”
“P-Please Tina, you know the guys are going to rib me
about you being there with them. Y-You know I haven’t got
over the time you were in the back and they pulled a train
on you while they kept me occupied upfront. Later they
sent me back to get you when they had their fill of you.”
I moaned pathetically in reply.
“You haven’t gotten over that yet? Why that’s been
over four years ago. Tim, you’re just going to have to
grow up and accept that I like to party and be friendly
around the fellows from high school and their friends. It
wasn’t planned to be a sex thing then. It just happened.
It seemed like the right thing for me to do at the time.
They were so horny and their horniness caused me to be
horny too. So I gave them all some. They have their needs
and if I’m in the mood and able to help them out, I do so.
Besides darling, you know I always go home with you, or
come home to you after they’ve borrowed my cunt. If I
didn’t love you I wouldn’t come home at all, especially
after they’ve partially satisfied me and gotten the
hardness out of their cocks. You know you’re the only man
that can really satisfy me after I’ve come in from partying
all night. I really am in love with you, and especially
your tongue. You eat me out so heavenly. No man has made
me feel like you do Tim darling. I feel like I’m floating
out of this world when you put your head between my legs
and lap and suck out all the juices other fellows shoot off
“T-Tina please. W-we’ve gone over all this before. Y-You
know I want to please you so much. That’s the only reason
I-I do you… when you come back all messy, drippy and
full of their stuff…, b-but can’t you consider
“No! I’ve told you before that I think it’s romantic
and sexy when you suck my pussy after I’ve been out with
other men. Men with big dicks, I might add.” She said
with a smirk.
I cringed as usual when she does that to me.
“I’m sorry Tim darling. I was wrong. That was unfair.
Even though you’re small, your heart is in the right place.
I know you really love me. I know these guys in there just
love to fuck me, and I guess I love for them doing that
darling. But you see, it’s just sex with them. But with
you it’s always very special. It’s love and sex. That’s
why I haven’t let you put it in yet. If I give you some
and not be married to you, you’d probably take me for
granite and even lose respect for me.”
SOME HISTORY ABOUT TINA & I
I truly love Tina even though many would say she is
nothing more than a gutter slut.
Her mother adores me and strongly encourages me to keep
holding on for her daughter. She urges me to persevere and
be patient as I wait to be her husband one day. However,
her family also supports her being the free spirit she is
and for me to love her in the way she desires me to. To my
chagrin, Tina doesn’t keep it a secret that I suck her
pussy, and especially after she’s been fucked by one of
her many lovers or strangers.
However, something her mom said did upset me.
“Tim you’ll make a wonderful and dutiful husband for
Tina, even know you’ll probably never be the real man in
Her words hurt, but I respect her to have her own
The other sad thing is that my family also loves Tina.
My mother and father think she’ll make the perfect wife for
“Dear, I love your father, just as Tina loves you. I
know how she feels. I love to go out and party with other
men too. You’ve know that now that you’re of age. You
also know that you are your father’s child while your
sister’s father was one of my lover’s. Dear, like your
father, you need a slut for a wife. You won’t be happy
with out having slut pussy to suck. From what Tina tells
me, you suck just as good as your father. You are
definitely a chip off the old block.”
As can be seen, Mother was very supportive of me eating
other men’s cum from Tina’s well fucked cunt. Because of
mom, Tina started requiring me to do an around the world
on her with my lips and tongue after she gets ganbanged,
which is about once a week.
I tell you, I’ve licked and sucked a boat load of other
men’s jism out of her luscious pussy, off tits, belly,
thighs, ass, and off her face. She thoroughly likes
me to wash her face with my tongue when men splatter her
face with their thick gluey semen. She also adores kissing
me when her mouth is coated with some man’s, or men’s,
gooey dick slime.
Mother has repeatedly told me women like she and Tina
like two things in a man. Those with big dicks and the
other that has a good tongue and isn’t afraid to use it to
show the woman he loves, he truly loves her.
“You see son, you and your father are in the second
class. The pussy eating class. That’s how you take care
of women the best, and of course to do it up right will
require you to eat cum, other men’s cum, that is from those
with the big dicks, from her cunt. To me that’s the
highest expression of love you can show your woman when
you, as a pussy eating class male, does that for your
woman. Just remember, most women can always find men to
fuck them, it’s the pussy sucking class, like you that are
indeed a treasure for women and are thought highly of.”
In one way or the other mother’s words have been repeated
to me in different ways many times. However, for some
reason, I don’t feel held in high esteem or treasured
by my fiancee. I seem to be in the pits more often than
I really don’t know how I got into this thing of sucking
out Tina’s sloppy slimy pussy.
If memory serves me right, it was when Tina disappeared
at a Christmas party one evening, and I later found her
in a closet in one of the bed rooms of the house where
the party was held. She had let three men, one right after
the other, bone her standing up in the tight confines of
It was my misfortune to arrive just after the last man
had busted his nuts and passed me after walking out of the
small closet as he was adjusting his clothes. He whispered
as he walked past me. “There’s a hot slut in the closet. I
just fucked her as well as 2 other guys. She’s sloppy, but
definitely a good fuck.”
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I opened the closet. It was
such a shock to discover that the slut he’d referred to
was my Tina. Secondly, there was a heavy stream of jism
running down the inside of Tina’s thighs. There was a
stream of pussy juice beginning to run down the inside of
her thighs toward the top of her nylons.
“Tim darling, I’m so glad to see you. I could use some
help here.” She said in more of a matter-of-fact tone,
than one of being surprised to see me. I was alarmed
at her apparent lack of shame.
Just then I heard more voices coming into the bedroom,
which had the many guest’s coats on the bed. I quickly
closed the closet door and dropped a blanket across the
bottom of it to keep the closet light from reflecting out
along the bottom. Why I thought of that, I’ll never know.
The closet was a walk in type and apparently was used
for linen and blanket storage.
Now my attention was back on Tina and her predicament,
which she quickly turned around into my predicament. She’s
so canny about doing that to me. This is how she did it.
“Tim I can understand you being upset because those
fellows big cocks got me turned on. But now I got all this
cum in me that needs to be cleaned up. We got three
options. One I can use something in this closet to wipe it
up. I don’t like that because I respect the host too much
to mess up their bed linens and towels to do that. Two, I
can walk out of here and others will see me all a mess and
we both will be embarrassed. Your high class college
friends will not think highly of you, including your
religious upright boss, if they see me this way. Do you
“N-No, of course not. W-What is the third option. You’d
better hurry, his thick semen has almost reached the top
of your stockings.” I said in a whispered panicky tone.
“That you clean it up with your mouth.”
“S-Stop kidding Tina. I-I am not about…”
“You cleaned your sister’s cunt out several times when
her dates rubber busted. She told me. You’re no stranger
to eating cum, so don’t play naive with me darling. In
fact it was your mother who insisted you do it for her. I
also know your father also did it for her and does it
routinely for your mom after she’s been out with her
lovers. I know about your mom fucking around.”
Her words were like a series of lighting bolts. I knew
I looked sick. Why did my sister tell her about our
family’s dirty laundry?
To make a long story short, I was coerced into eating
her cream pie and cleaning up the evidence of her
closet fuck session.
When I got home that night – this was before Tina and
I moved in together – I let mom know about sis being a
blabbermouth. To my surprise, mom didn’t react the way I
thought she would. I really wanted sis to be on the
receiving end of mom’s wrath, at least once. I thought sure
this was going to be it. Instead, she simply asked me,
“Did you do a good job of cleaning her up with your tongue?
Did you swallow all of the fuck juices?”
I was stunned and speechless. Seeing my slowness to
reply, she went on to let me know that she had expected
this to happen sometime or the other and is the reason that
she had me in training on my sister’s jism filled cunt.
She also revealed that my sister was on the pill and it was
a ruse about the ruptured condom. “I wanted you to be
trained in sucking pussy as well as sucking pussy with a
purpose in mind, which is what happened to you tonight. It
appeared your training came in quite handy and should also
show Tina that you have a quality and skill that will
endear her to you.”
I was spellbound as she talked. I had to sit down.
LIFE GOES ON
As I’ve said before, I don’t know why I love Tina so much,
that is, in view of the way she treats me. Each time I get
fed up with her antics and tricks and decide to walk away
from her, it seems I just fall deeper in love with her
and usually get more humiliated.
I’m really puzzled about that too.
One thing that’s kept my sanity about this whole thing
is the counseling that Tina’s uncle, who’s a shrink, gives
to us free.
He invites us both to come in every three months or so
to help us with our relationship. I’m really thankful for
his help, otherwise I believe I’d gone insane by now
because of her.
He’s been so helpful in causing me to see Tina’s
problems and helping her in dealing with them. The only
problem is that it seems I keep letting him talk me into
staying with her and being a part of his schemes to wean
herself away from her sluttish behavior.
He has been helping us for five years. Each time we
go in to see him, he seems to have good reasons why she
does what she does, but no criticism for what she does,
like I often do. Even though he sees her trampish behavior
as her searching for something or the other, there is never
any condemnation of it.
In the end, it seems as if things remain the same and
I feel better about having gone to the session. That’s the
real part that’s a mystery to me, even though he’s
explained that to me also. However, it seems as soon as I
walk away from him I can’t explain it to myself or anybody
else for that matter.
The other thing is his having separate interviews with
us after our main session in which the three of us meet.
It is in his session with me where I feel more at ease and
good about my relationship with Tina, even though I know
it’s a humiliating situation for me. He often has me listen
to some recoded music on headphones for about an hour as I
lay on a divan in this absolutely quiet room he has in his
office complex. It’s so well insulated that you can’t hear
a thing from the outside.
To make matters worse, it appears that Tina always
manages to get laid by someone while I’m in the room
listening to the soothing music her uncle has for me to
The problem is that I often seem to fall asleep doing
these sessions and when I awake, she comes in and tells me
she has met somebody in the office building and had a
quickie with them and now needs some of my mouth treatment
she adores so much.
For some reason, it seems I have no will to refuse her
and end up slavishly yielding to her even though I should
be running away. It seems I always leave her uncle’s
office with the taste of her and some unknown man’s fuck
slop in my mouth and the smell on my breath.
Well now that we’re finally married and she’s wearing
my name, even though she’s carrying another man’s baby, I’m
hopeful that marriage and motherhood will wean her away
from her promiscuous ways.
Tina’s uncle didn’t provide me much consolation by his
take on things.
“Tim, it’s amazing what marriage can do for a wayward
woman like my niece. It can help her get over letting
other men sew their wild oats in her. The good part of it
all is that no matter how long it takes, or how many of the
sown oats turn into babies, you, her faithful husband, will
be by her side, and of course, we expect you to be a good
daddy to those kids.”
His wedding present to me was a CD, which he told me
to listen to daily. It’s labeled “Being A Happy Husband”.
Tina’s uncle seems to have a hold or influence over me
I can’t quite explain. It’s almost hypnotic at times. It
seems that I just have to do what he tells me to.
Oh well, maybe it’s just me. Anyway, on the CD, there
are several lectures or chapters by him and others that are
suppose to give encouragement to husbands who have wives
There are chapters with such titles as: -Living With A
Wife That Puts Out For Many, But Who Encourages You,
Her Husband To Jack Off.
-Sucking Up After Others, A Definitive Guide For Husbands
Whose Wives Need Them To Perform Slimy Cunnilingus After
Other Men Have Fucked Her
-Being A Cuckold Does Not Mean Being Humiliated
The father of our baby, was one of Tina’s old
boyfriends. Tina wasn’t sure before the baby being born.
His name was Gregory and the baby’s face is a spitting
image of him. Tina insisted we name our son Greg. I
wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but as is often the case, I
can’t seem to stop giving in to what Tina wants, or going
along with her ideas and suggestions, when I know I don’t
want to do them, or go along with her.
I’ve grown fond of our baby son and realize his
innocence in all this, so I’m being the good daddy. My
wife and both our families are pleased at my behavior.
Even Gregory, the baby’s father, compliments me. The bad
part of it is that he does it when he comes by to take Tina
out on dates, while I’m home baby-sitting little Greg.
I was of course opposed to Tina going out with her old
flame, the sire of our child. However, both my new wife
and her uncle, quickly let me know I was being repressive
and overly possessive as a husband. Again, I was
overwhelmed by their desire for me to not refuse her. And
again, I found myself with no will to resist. I
However, I must say I did manage to save face by
winning a concession from my wife and her old boyfriend.
“Okay Tim, I promise that I won’t let more than five
men, other than me, fuck your wife if she gets the urge for
a gang bang.” Gregory said as he reached out to shake my
hand. I reluctantly shook his much larger one, which hurt
as he almost crushed mine.
Tina also promised too, but added a condition that
probably was already understood.
“Honey, it makes me feel good for you to put limits on
me. I know you mean well and it tells me you do it because
you love me. However, at the same time, I still need you
to show your love for me and my wet pussy when I come
Embarrassed at her unexpected openness, I meekly, and
while blushing a very deep red in front of her, her uncle
and mother, as well as Gregory, I promised that I would
suck her “wet used” pussy nevertheless.
“You’re so sweet and just a perfect understanding
husband.”” My new wife said as she planted a kiss on my
cheek just before she and Gregory left on their night out.
“Tim, Tina is more outgoing than you. That’s her
natural personality. She brought that into the marriage.
You on the other hand are an introvert, and not very
outgoing. That’s your personality and what you brought
into this marital partnership. Your role is ideal to be the
one to stay at home, while she goes out. Your wife will be
at ease knowing that your child is being well taken care of
as she enjoys herself dancing and drinking the night away.
Also, by her temporarily getting away from the bonds of
marital life for a short time, it’ll renew her bond with
you and the marriage. And as far as her going out with
little Greg’s real father, you should be comforted that
she’ll be with someone we’re all close with.”
I looked at her uncle with a bewildered and speechless
look as he consoled and reassured me I had done the right
thing. However, his fleet-of-foot talking was dazzling,
not so much from its strange logic, as it’s unbelievable
and brazen disregard for the sanctity of marriage and the
traditional role of a husband.
Oh well, They say marriage is give and take, but it
seems like I’m having to give up much of my esteem as a
man, and take a lot of humiliation as a husband.
When I lament about “my perceived situation” – my wife’s
and uncle’s words – they encourage me to listen to her
Uncle’s CD. They direct me to the chapter on: “Your Self
Esteem Is At its Highest When You Kneel And Place Your
Head In Your Wife’s Crotch When She Comes Home From A Date
With Another Man”.