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Archive name: nadia.txt (MF, cuckold)
Authors name: The English Cuckold (an418193@anon.penet.fi)
Story title : My Wife Nadia

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My Wife Nadia (MF, cuckold)
The English Cuckold (an418193@anon.penet.fi)

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Copyright (c) 1995 - The author reserves all rights to 
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When I was young I was a fool. I'd gone all the way to 
Russia to find a wife and to my surprise I'd found a 
beauty. I wined and dined my fantasy woman and when she 
accepted my proposal I was in heaven.

When my future wife to be refused full sexual intercourse 
before the marriage day, I assumed this was quite normal, 
respectable behaviour on her part, the natural reaction 
of a nice, middle class Russian girl true to her 
upbringing.

Only later did I discover that Nadia wasn't "respectable" 
at all! At the time though I couldn't see past the smooth 
curves of her ample breasts, tightly constrained beneath 
her thin, skin-hugging tops, or separate my gaze from the 
marvelous mounds of her perfect, round and inviting 
buttocks. 

Nadia loved to encourage me to play with her breasts. 
She'd laugh at my nervous, still almost adolescent, 
fumbling attempts to "feel up" her tits, but she almost 
always allowed my wandering hands to find their way under 
her stretched woolen jumper. 

How I loved to feel the weight of her globes in the palms 
of my hands. Touching and stroking the incredibly taught 
smooth nylon of her bra cups made my stomach turn flip-
flops! 

Even today I get a kick out of thinking back to how my 
unsteady finger-tips would gradually work nearer and 
nearer to the engorged, protruding firmness of her 
nipples. Nadia liked me to work her large and prominent 
nipples between my fingers, rolling them around through 
the thin, silky material of the brassiere. 

Of course I'd get a huge erection, but I was never 
allowed to relieve myself in her presence in any way, 
never mind actually fuck her. 

"Wait until we're married darling, then I'll make you 
happy" was her watchword.  She'd keep me pleasuring her 
divine, feminine orbs for ages, with my balls getting 
bluer by the minute, and my pre-cum wetting my underwear, 
but I never dared risk upsetting this goddess by 
suggesting going any further. Every night in bed I'd wank 
myself silly thinking of her. Just imagining being 
allowed to actually suck those huge nipples was enough to 
make me cum with huge gushes of wasted spunk spurting 
into my hand.

The day finally came when Nadia consented to marry me. I 
walked down the isle with a penis like an iron rod in my 
trousers, thinking about getting Nadia into bed at last 
on the honeymoon, but fortunately I was able to arrange 
my clothing so that it wasn't too noticeable. In any 
case, everybody was looking at Nadia, resplendent in 
layers of virgin white, rather than at me. The honeymoon 
first night went off reasonably well. I came too soon of 
course, in fact before I'd even managed to get Nadia 
undressed. Yes, just sucking on those gorgeous nipples 
did it! Fortunately Nadia took a very understanding view 
of this episode.  Within no time she'd got me hard again, 
and before very long the marriage was successfully 
consummated.

What (even at the time) struck me as being - surely - 
rather unusual, was that for the rest of the honeymoon I 
wasn't allowed to repeat the success of that first night. 
Nadia kept me at arm's length, claiming that she felt 
sure it wasn't "normal" for a husband to want to molest 
his wife too often, not if he really "respected" her. 
Well respect Nadia I certainly did. She saw to that.

Having had my first fuck of my life with her I was 
hooked. She was my goddess. I worshipped her. I'd do 
anything for her. She was always kind and sweet to me, 
pulling down the zipper on my trousers, reaching inside 
and stroking me into a fervid state of ball-bursting 
desire whenever she had me alone... only to then leave in 
search of a drink or a swim in the pool. I followed her 
everywhere like an obedient dog, waiting on her every 
whim, hypnotized by the slinky sway of her hips and 
gentle bounce of those irresistible tits. 

Before long I found myself masturbating alone to relieve 
the tension. Even I couldn't believe this. I was on my 
honeymoon with the most gorgeous woman on earth, yet I 
was being forced to wank off like some teenager to stop 
myself going insane with lust. 

Unable to possess Nadia I found myself reduced to 
stealing her sexy, silky panties. I spunked huge amounts 
of creamy white cum into her shiny knickers, imagining 
myself pushing my prick up her like the one and only time 
I'd been permitted that luxury. Then I'd hide the used 
panties in the laundry basket, hoping no-one would look 
too closely!

When Nadia made it plain that in the evenings she fully 
intended dancing with other men after dinner, as well as 
me, I took it in my stride. Nadia could do no wrong, and 
I was determined to take a broad-minded, liberal attitude 
to this.

At first it was just disco dancing. She never actually 
touched her partners.  But then as the two weeks of our 
honeymoon wore on, and it was plain I wasn't going to 
insist on either my conjugal "rights" or possessing her 
as an exclusive dancing partner, Nadia began staying on 
the dance-floor for the slower numbers too.

This really did churn me up inside. I was forced to watch 
as my beautiful new wife allowed herself to be held 
tightly by strange men who all seemed more confident and 
experienced than me. I sat at a side table guarding 
Nadia's drink, whilst she rubbed her body against some 
hunk. I watched in agony as the man's hands would reach 
around her back and press her soft body tightly to him. 

One evening towards the end of our honeymoon I sat at my 
table as a new Latin-looking stranger (and yes, he was - 
quite literally - tall, dark and handsome) caressed my 
wife's bare back, pressing her sacred breasts to his 
broad chest. Then I noticed that he was maneuvering Nadia 
gradually towards the darkest part of the dance floor.

I strained my eyes to follow their movements. I could 
hardly see them through the throng of bodies, but to my 
absolute horror I thought I saw him kissing Nadia full on 
the lips. I was in agony. I couldn't be sure of what I'd 
seen, and I tried to tell myself that either I'd imagined 
it, or Nadia was very drunk.

I thought about fighting the man... but decided I 
couldn't do it. He had looked big and muscular, and for 
all I knew if I tried to come between him and "his girl" 
he might produce a knife or worse. I was terrified for my 
new marriage, and scared of confronting the situation. In 
the end I sidled alone on to the dance-floor, and danced 
pathetically, with strange, agonized, nervous jerks, over 
in their direction.

My worst fears were confirmed. Up fairly close, even in 
the semi-darkness, I could see the man's right hand 
snaking up Nadia's mini-skirt and caressing the 
wonderful, round globes of her arse. As he stroked 
Nadia's bum he pulled her hips onto his, and with 
mounting horror I suddenly saw the vague shape of what 
could only be the massive bulge of an erect cock in his 
trousers.

Soon he had Nadia rubbing against his clearly excited 
phallus as they swayed to the slow music. She must be 
able to feel his cock rubbing against her? I thought. 
What on earth was she thinking? Why didn't she break off? 
What was I to do?

I remained almost frozen with indecision. Then the man's 
strong looking face bent down to Nadia's again, and they 
began a long, deep kiss. Oh god, I thought, he's putting 
his tongue into her! If he was, then Nadia was clearly 
not resisting. The kiss went on and on.

I could be clearly see him working his fingers inside 
Nadia's panties now, and with mounting tension and horror 
I realised he was thrusting his fingers between her legs 
from behind, forcing her mound onto his engorged cock at 
the front, whilst all the time keeping his mouth clamped 
on hers.

My wife was being frigged off by some Latin lover in 
front of my very own eyes! I felt my body tense up with 
sheer shock, but at the same time I noticed my own prick 
expanding. I watched transfixed as Nadia was practically 
fucked on the dance floor and thought of my own desires 
to shaft her.

It was all too much. I was so confused. I wanted so 
desperately to fuck my wife, but if I couldn't do it I 
still wanted to see her getting fucked. The thought of 
Nadia opening her legs for this man, and being filled 
with powerful spurts of his semen as he somehow turned 
her into a "proper" fuckable woman was almost too much to 
bear. 

Nadia hadn't seen me, but suddenly her partner did. He 
plainly noticed me staring, but his only reaction was to 
say, quite loudly, to my wife: "I'm going to put one 
finger up your arse now, and then you're going to follow 
me to my room!"

I watched as the shadow of his forefinger made gentle 
thrusting movements inside her panties. Nadia groaned, a 
deep, hungry, sexual groan of desire. He held my wife's 
body to him as she wiggled her arse, impaled on his 
finger.

Nadia's lips curled open, looking thick and sensual, as 
she threw her head back, clearly in ecstasy. Whether she 
was cumming or not was not clear, but to my shame I did!

I was conscious of the biggest erection of my life in my 
pants and a superb sensuous feeling in the knob-head of 
my cock as it pressed against the tight elastic of my 
pants waistband. Then I was cumming helplessly. My spunk 
flooded out soaking my trousers, right there on the dance 
floor. It felt so good, but I almost collapsed with the 
wonderful release. Even after cumming my shrinking dick 
moved slickly through the thick sliminess of my cum, and 
it still felt great.

My mind was in turmoil though. My wife was by now heading 
off to her lover's room, without ever having noticed my 
presence. I was helpless with jealousy, but also 
overwhelmed by sexual release and sheer physical 
pleasure. If this was what being cheated on felt like... 
I was interested in knowing more! 

Continued, maybe?

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