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Authors name: Xenome (xenome1@excite.com)
Story title : What Are You Going To Do About It?
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What Are You Going To Do About It? (MF, wife, cuck, huml)
by Xenome (xenome1@excite.com)
***
My coworker Paul is an asshole. Paul and I both work as
electricians at a manufacturing plant. It is dirty hard
work but it pays well. Technically I'm Paul's boss, but
we work pretty independently. Paul enjoys ridiculing
people and, because he is a huge guy, they just take the
abuse to avoid getting pummeled.
***
During his first month on the job Paul was pretty
respectful to me, but once he realized that I wasn't
really the boss type things changed. One day after our
shift, we were both up in the locker room. I had just
stepped out of the shower and Paul was standing there
with a grin on his face that made me feel like a complete
fool.
"That has to be the smallest little prick I've ever
seen." He said with his arms crossed in front of his
over-developed chest. I was so humiliated; I felt my dick
shrivel up even more. Paul was standing there confident I
wouldn't be able to do anything, and he was right.
I'm not a big guy. I stand 5' 8" and 150 pounds with a
penis that strains to reach its fully erect 5 inches.
Because of my job I'm wiry and strong, but next to him I
look 12.
Paul is 6' 4" and weighs in at over 230. The lucky
bastard was also on the preferred list when they handed
out cocks.
While I stood naked, and humiliated with my dick
betraying me as it shriveled close to my torso, his
dangled limp and heavy. The thing had to be 6 «" long
flaccid and thick in proportion to the rest of his body.
From then on Paul has made a point of calling me "boy" or
"pin-dick" or any number of degrading names. He also
spread news of my shortcomings around the shop. As I'd
pass fellow employees they'd shoot me knowing grins or
giggle as I passed.
Of course, it doesn't help that my wife prefers that I
keep my pubic hair cropped close, and my balls shaved. It
only adds to the pubescent boy remarks. I came out of the
shower one night to find that someone had used bolt
cutters on my locker and replaced my clothes with frilly
pink lingerie. Paul snapped a picture as I opened the
locker. I went home that night wearing my work uniform.
One Friday night I stopped off at the pub after work.
Paul and a group of our co-workers sat at a table and
waved me over. I just shrugged and sat at the bar. I
heard them all laughing over something Paul had muttered.
I had a few beers and then gave a call home to Deb.
Deb is the best thing that ever happened to me. We met
when we were in our early twenties and everything just
clicked. She had the greatest sense of humor, and was the
most beautiful girl to ever give me serious
consideration. She was a poster child for German
genetics; 5' 9" tall, 120 lbs, a long-limbed blonde with
a great figure and breasts that plastic surgeons could
use as a template. Our first few years together were
intensely sexual. There was no place or time too sacred.
We had sex in public places to satisfy her exhibitionist
streak, even though I was a bit uptight about it. The sex
leveled off to normal proportions after we were married
for a while, but lately had dropped off. Paul had managed
to make me self-conscious about my body. I explained it
away as stress on the job, and Deb seemed to understand.
After all, I didn't want to tell her that the bully at
work had made fun of my little dick. I felt my heart drop
when she said, "I could go for a few drinks. I'll be
right up."
I wasn't the only one to notice when Deb walked into the
bar. Her exhibitionist instincts hadn't abandoned her.
She was wearing tight black Capri style pants and a white
halter-top without a bra. Her legs and ass were gorgeous,
and there must have been a chill in the air because her
nipples were erect and pushing at the fabric of her top.
Nearly every guy in the place had his eyes fixed on her -
not to mention Paul. I could see the look of astonishment
on my coworker's faces as she came and gave me a kiss
before sitting down. I enjoyed a smug feeling of
satisfaction. Deb had obviously come out for some fun.
We enjoyed a few drinks and Deb started rubbing my thigh.
I suggested going home for some recreation. She said,
"Don't be in such a rush. And quit being so uptight." I
relaxed and smiled, knowing I had a great night ahead of
me. That is when Paul took a seat on the bar stool beside
Deb.
"Hey buddy! I didn't see you sitting over here." Paul
said. Then he looked over at Deb as though seeing her for
the first time and said, "Hello. I don't think we've
meant. I'm Paul. Your husband and I work together."
I know. It sounds friendly and harmless enough, but that
is what bothered me. Here was Paul, the bully, saddling
up next to my wife like he was the most amiable guy in
the world. It was as though he was daring me to tell him
to go away. I should have. I didn't.
She smiled and said, "Hi Paul. It's nice to meet you."
They shook hands and Paul held her hand just a little too
long. Paul ordered a round for us and started to chat her
up and would occasionally include me in the conversation
with phrases like, "Isn't that right, Boss?" or "You know
what I'm talking about. Right, buddy?"
Before too long I was getting pretty jealous. Deb had
obviously had a few too many and wasn't showing signs of
stopping. She was twirling her hair around her fingers
while she and Paul talked. Her nipples were standing tall
beneath the thin white fabric of her top, and it wasn't
from chill air this time. I felt like a third wheel.
When Paul got up to use the bathroom I asked her if we
could go and continue where we had left off. She
chastised me for wanting to ditch my friend and said we
had the rest of the weekend for us. Paul came back and
things picked up where they had left off. The
conversation turned to teasing flirtation before too
long, and I sought refuge in my beer.
Last call came like a savior. We were finishing up our
drinks and saying our goodbyes. Paul mentioned what a
great time he had had with us, and how sad it was that
the night was ending so soon. That's when Deb suggested
that we go back to our place for a few more. I wanted to
argue, but couldn't find a way to fill her in on Paul's
and mine relationship without completely emasculating
myself.
We rode to our house in Paul's truck. He suggested that I
had had a few too many. What a great guy, huh? I ended up
in the cramped back seat. Paul had turned the radio up
just enough that I was having trouble hearing their
conversation. Paul said something to Deb that made her
turn her head away and blush, then she turned back to
face him as he stared at her confidently until she
finally smiled and blushed again.
When we finally arrived back at our house, Deb suggested
that I make us some drinks. When I came back to the
living room, Deb was sitting on the couch laughing with
Paul who had positioned himself on the couch next to her.
He wasn't so close to her that it would seem
inappropriate, but it stopped me from joining them on the
couch without feeling awkward. Paul was telling her about
how he had just been dumped by his last girlfriend, but
was lighthearted about it. She asked him what had caused
the breakup, and he just smiled and said he'd prefer not
to say.
She gave him a playful push, "C'mon. Did you sneak around
on her?" she joked.
"No, nothing like that," Paul said. "It was my, um, that
is, it was a physical thing." Paul looked down into his
drink like he wanted to avoid the topic. He had stopped
trying to include me in the conversation. I sat on a
chair opposite the couch, trying to look like I was
enjoying the night.
"Oops! I'm sorry Paul." Deb looked serious for a second,
and then she grinned mischievously. "You know they make
pills for that now."
They shared a laugh. Then Paul said, "That has never been
a problem for me. It was an issue of size." He paused to
let her mind go to down the obvious route and then added,
"She said I was too large downstairs, if you get my
drift." Deb's eyes widened. She shifted uncomfortably for
a moment and then gave him a teasing punch in the leg.
"Oh please. Like women ever worry about that." She
laughed nervously and glanced down at his crotch. There
was an obvious bulge growing down his thigh. Then Deb
glanced over at me and said, "Baby, you don't ever have
to worry about that. You fit me just right."
I smiled and looked over at Paul who had spread his legs
a bit so Deb could get a better look. He was giving me
that 'What are you going to do about it?' grin I'd come
to know so well. Deb and he continued talking. She kept
accusing him of bragging or just overcompensating for his
insecurity, but she couldn't quit staring at the long
pole working its way down Paul's thigh.
Finally Paul said, "Well I guess there is only one way to
prove my point." Deb thought he was joking, but I knew
better. He stood, obviously having trouble with his
erection and asked, "Do you want me to whip it out?"
"Yeah, let's see this thing!" Deb said. The alcohol had
worn away all of her inhibitions. Her nipples were
threatening to rip through her shirt and a darker patch
of dampness was evident at her crotch. "Take it out."
Paul took his t-shirt off and threw it toward me. Deb
hadn't even glanced at me since Paul asked his question.
She glanced at his muscular torso admiringly and stared
at his zipper with anticipation. Paul removed his jeans
and stood in front of Deb in just his boxer shorts. His
cock was so hard that it had lifted the leg of his boxers
and more of his cock was exposed than I had cock. He was
angled in such a way so that I could clearly see his
enormous tool and Deb's expression of awe. She never
looked away from it.
"Still think I need pills?" He asked. She didn't respond.
She just stared in awe. "Take off my shorts." He ordered.
Deb blinked, as though her trance had been broken. Then
she reached up and grabbed his shorts by the waist. As
she pulled them down they caught on his long cock.
Without thinking, she reached inside and pulled his cock
inside his boxers so she could finish. When his shorts
fell to his feet he kicked them back toward me. Deb still
had his cock in her hand. She could have fit two more
hands on it, but she only had the other hand so it joined
the first. She stroked it slowly and slid off the edge of
the couch to her knees. I knew what was going to happen
next.
I was jealous and sickened, and I felt betrayed. I also
had a raging hard-on. I felt as powerless to stop this
from happening as I had whenever Paul humiliated me. Deb
lifted Paul's giant cock and started sucking on his
balls. She glided her tongue down the length of his veiny
throbbing erection. Paul held her by her hair at the back
of her head and slowly pulled her away. She looked up at
him with an injured look in her eyes. Then Paul reached
down and pulled her shirt off and tossed it at my feet.
I was simultaneously devastated and aroused. The sight of
my beautiful and, up until now, faithful wife kneeling
topless before another man's hard cock with her perfect
breasts pinked up from arousal and swaying as she
furiously sucked it was too much to take. I pulled my
pants down to my knees and started stroking my dick.
Within a few minutes Paul's deep laugh filled the room.
He was watching me pull at my dick. Deb looked over at
me, startled. For a split second she looked guilty as
though she had been caught in what she thought was a
perfectly private moment between her and Paul. Then she
laughed.
I came immediately, a miserable drizzle poured over my
hand, my little prick must have been totally obscured by
my fist. My hairless balls were a tiny pouch beneath it.
"Give me that big cock!" Deb said. She continued
slobbering on his cock. I ran to the kitchen to clean up
my mess. My arousal replaced with the sickening feeling
that had accompanied it. I started to cry. My beautiful
wife had laughed at my dick and was giving a blowjob to
my archenemy. She had begged for his cock. I walked
sobbing back to the living room, somehow feeling that I
had to watch the rest of this scene.
Paul had managed to get Deb out of her pants and they
writhed on the floor as his fingers played with her pussy
through her sopping white satin panties. He was kissing
her lips, neck and tits, pulling at her nipples with his
teeth. She moaned and sighed, saying, "Fuck me Paul! I
want your giant cock inside of me. Please baby. Oh that
feels so good!"
Paul sat up and roughly pulled her panties off. He
started going down on her, spreading her legs and bearing
his face in her wet, neatly trimmed pussy. "Do you want a
real man's cock, baby? Are you my slut?" he asked, coming
up for air.
"Yes Paul! Oh yes!" she screamed.
"Say it!" Paul commanded.
"I want a real man's cock! I want your cock! I'm your
slut!" she screamed. My own dick had crept back into
itself. It was the cock of a prepubescent child. It was a
pitiful example a man's pride. And now Deb knew that.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you slut! Tell your
husband what you want me to do to you!"
"I want you to fuck me with your giant cock, Paul! Please
fuck me now!" Then she whimpered.
"Tell him!"
"I don't ever want your pencil dick to come near me
again! I want this cock. I belong to this cock! You are
nothing compared to him! Look at your pathetic baby
dick." She said while looking at my ever-shrinking penis.
She had a look of intense pleasure from Paul and a look
of disgust for me. It wasn't feigned. I was crushed.
Paul positioned the bulbous purple head of his tool on
Deb's pussy lips. She pulled her legs back in
anticipation. Paul worked a few inches in and she moaned
in ecstasy. Paul positioned his arms so that Deb's legs
hovered above her head and said, "Is that about the size
of hubby's prick, baby?"
"It's more. It's huge. Give me more, Paul!" She thrust
downward to take in more of Paul. Paul eased his cock
deep inside her pussy until she gasped. Then he retreated
and pushed forward again until his entire cock was
impossibly buried in her pussy. He began riding her hard.
Deb squealed and yelled out Paul's name and begged for
his cock until it sounded as though she was breathlessly
chanting "Paul! Cock!"
After an improbable length of time, Paul began to tense
up and he pulled his cock out Deb's hammered pussy. He
edged up to straddle above her tits. Deb raised her head
to catch his cum. But the first blast shot across her
face and into her hair. She quickly took his cock into
her mouth to swallow blast after blast of Paul's jizz.
Paul rolled off of Deb who was licking the cum from her
face off of her fingers. She turned on her side and they
spooned for a time giving each other little affectionate
kisses and hugs. They turned at one point to look at me.
My dick was once again betraying me by standing erect.
Paul just shook his head and they laughed to one another.
They spent the rest of the night in our wedding bed. Paul
came down the next morning, half undressed and said, "See
you at work baby dick."
Things changed between Deb and me after that night. She
says she still loves me and apologized for letting this
happen, but Paul still comes over on a regular basis and
fucks my wife right in front of me.
Lately he's been having me take pictures of them which he
passes around the break room at work. I'm looking for a
new job. After all, what can I do about it?
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