Good Things Come In Small Packages

Kylie made good on her pledge; she called Michelle and explained that I couldn't make it to the nightclub next Saturday, but that I was perfectly okay with Kylie joining her. Naturally this new little twist gave me plenty to think about, and on more than one occasion I would begin daydreaming about what debauchery my wife could get up to at the nightclub.

Kylie knew this very well, and she found fresh ways to tease me. For example one evening she modeled a range of short dresses and skirts that she was considering wearing during her evening out with Michelle, asking me which ones best accentuated her shapely legs and curvy derriere. On another occasion, one morning she asked me to drop into a pharmacy on my way home from work that afternoon and buy a pack of condoms for her, which she would keep in her handbag just in case she 'got lucky' on Saturday. As you may well understand, I spent the week in a rapidly building state of nervous sexual anticipation at what the weekend would bring.

Saturday evening finally arrived, and Kylie showered and shaved her legs, and dressed in a shortish white mini-skirt and a black shirt (which was undone to the third button, revealing a generous glimpse of her ample cleavage). She looked delectable to my hungry eyes.

Her plan was to take a cab to Michelle's apartment, and the pair would then take another cab to the nightclub. This way they would be able to drink without having to worry about driving. Kylie phoned for her cab at about 7:30pm, and while she was waiting for it she kissed me deeply, and smiled.

"Now you be a good boy tonight, Lover. I should be home a little after midnight, like I told you. I'm sure you will wait up for me. After all, tonight is the last Saturday of the month - and we both know that you'll be getting a special treat later tonight, don't we?" She grinned, and playfully added. "Then again I might be getting a special treat of my own before then, hmm?"

I nodded, and could only gulp, feeling my pulse begin to quicken.

Just then her cab arrived and tooted. Kylie kissed me again, and departed.

I spent a long, tortuous night alone. I lost count of the times that unbidden erotic visions superimposed themselves over the late-night show on TV; images of Kylie dancing with a hunky stranger, their bodies pressed close. I saw her kissing him, wrapping her arms around him. Sometimes I also imagined Michelle watching the pair, or slyly voicing her encouragement to Kylie, which for some reason simply heightened my arousal.

I envisioned some lucky guy ushering my wife from the nightclub and into the back of his car. I gazed on impotently as her mini skirt slid up around her hips as his eager fingers slithered inside her panties, seeking the moist entrance to her cleft. I watched as she lay back on the seat, slipping her panties off and spreading her smooth legs, imploring him to slide his big, hard cock inside her. I stood powerless as the car rocked as she joined with him, mated with him, let him take her thoroughly and to the very core. She would sometimes see me watching through the side window, and look into my eyes, holding my gaze as his hard cock plumbed her deeper. She would send me that sexy grin, wink teasingly, and turn her attention back to her lover, exhorting him to take her, to fuck her, and to send his cum deep inside her...

For most of the night my cock was rarely completely flaccid inside the shiny metal tube. I was well aware that Kylie, like most people, got horny when she drank, and this simply added fuel to what was already a raging fire. Minutes slowed, and time flowed like treacle.

Just before 1:00am I heard a car pull into the driveway, and a few moments later Kylie walked in. I arose shakily from my chair, and my legs trembled. Kylie immediately strolled over to me, and kissed me deeply. I could smell the aroma of bourbon on her breath. I began to ask her a question, but she silenced me by pressing a finger to my lips.

"Shush! Go have your shower, Lover," she told me. "I'll come in to unlock and clean you in a few minutes. Then it's time to measure the little fella again - and then I'll tell you all about my night out with my big Sis'."

I needed no further urging, and within ten minutes I was once again lying on our bed with my eyes closed. I felt Kylie slide my briefs down my legs, easing it over my already rock-hard cock. I drew an apprehensive breath as I felt the cool wood of the ruler pressing against my erect shaft. After several seconds Kylie uttered a soft chuckle.

"Lover?" she began. "Your little cock is now just under four inches long. In fact, it's just over three and seven eighths of an inch long. Congratulations - your dick is now under four inches long!"

My eyes snapped open and I glanced downwards; I could clearly see that the tip of my glans hovered just under the black '4' mark on the ruler. The once thick shaft also seemed to be thinner than ever. I stifled a moan, and a weak trickle of pre-cum and watery semen oozed from the eye of my cock. Kylie grinned as she watched the rivulet run down my shaft, and she dropped the ruler to the floor and then curled her warm fingers around my cock. I was stunned to see that the head now just barely poked out from inside the ball of Kylie's small fist.

"And I have some other news for you, little one," Kylie said slowly. I could see her eyes had a slightly alcoholic glaze.

"What news?" I asked shakily.

"Well," Kylie began, "I did dance with a couple of guys tonight - and one of them asked me to go back to his apartment. He told me that his housemate had gone fishing for the weekend, and we could be all alone and cozy there."

"Oh my God!" I croaked huskily. Kylie's warm hand started slowly jerking me ever so slowly. "Did you go with him?"

"No, Lover - but it was kinda interesting to know that I could have done if I'd wanted to." Kylie flashed me a wolfish grin, and sped her strokes slightly. "He was really cute, too. Now - I do have to tell you something. Michelle overheard him asking me if I wanted to go back to his place, and later on she said that if he'd asked her, then should would have left with him in a shot. She thought he was a hottie, too!" Kylie giggled and sped her strokes a little faster.

All I could do was listen to her. Her soft stroking was literally making me tremble, and her words were mesmerizing me. My balls ached as they began slowly retracting.

"Now Lover?" she continued. "I have to tell you I was a little bit naughty - maybe because I had a few drinkies. I told Michelle that if I really wanted to go with him, then I would have done. She was kinda surprised, and reminded me I was married. Maybe it was the booze, but I told her that you'd actually given me permission to fool around - that you were okay with me having a 'bit' on the side. Is that ok, my little Lover?"

"Yes!" I gasped. My wife jerked me a little faster, and her warm fingers gripped my shaft tighter. I glanced down to watch the head of my cock disappear into the ball of her fist with each stroke.

"Mmm, good," Kylie replied smoothly, "Michelle didn't believe me at first. So I told her all about how hot it makes you when you imagine another guy fucking me. Now that was something she could relate to, because as I told you her ex-hubby Brian loved to watch someone fucking her. She was surprised to find that you felt the same way, but she wasn't shocked at all. In fact? She told me that if I had your permission to go have a little fun, then I should go for it. So I was right, Lover - my big sister did encourage me to cuckold you." Kylie uttered her sexy little giggle again.

All I could do was moan sharply. Kylie once more sped her strokes, sending ripples of ecstasy up my thin shaft.

"Oh, by the way?" Kylie continued. "Michelle did notice how small your tube was the other night. She asked me tonight how the hell you could squeeze your cock into the tight little tube. I told her that it fitted in very easily. She actually said 'Jesus, it must be fucking small then!' - and do you know what I told her?"

"What?" I yelped.

"I told her that wearing the tube has made your little pecker shrink. Is that okay?"

"Yes!" I shrieked.

"Michelle asked me why we hadn't stopped you wearing the tube if that was the case. Well, I kinda told her that it all fits in with your kinky little fantasy of a guy with a nice big cock fucking me - that what wearing the tube is doing to your cock is turning you on. Turns out she knows all about that too. Brian always had a fantasy about some guy with a huge cock fucking her. The guy who was fucking her when they were swinging had an eight-inch cock, and Brian always told Michelle how hot it made him to see this guy's big cock sliding into her pussy! So my big sister knows a little about that too Lover."

My wicked wife had been steadily speeding her strokes as she spoke, and I could feel climax building rapidly in my loins. I moaned softly again as Kylie's other hand reached down to tickle my aching balls, her fingernails sending fireworks along the taut skin of my scrotum.

"So, Needle-dick? Two other parts of your little fantasy have come true - now my sister knows that not only I am free to fuck other guys if I want to, but she also knows that you have a small pecker!"

My back was now arching as orgasm hovered on the brink.

Kylie grinned wolfishly again and sped her strokes even more. "There's another little part of your little fantasy that came true tonight as well - a part that will probably make you shoot your little load in a few seconds. After I had my little chat with Michelle, that cute guy who asked me to go home with him found us again. Well, I didn't go home with him - but, umm, I did kiss him. In fact, I kissed him for most of the rest of the night. And yes - Michelle saw us kissing. And I have to admit I did let him feel my tits. But that's ok, isn't it, Needle-dick?"

My cock answered for me, proclaiming its vigorous assent by sending a joyous arc of semen high into the air as Kylie giggled.

****

Later, as I lay curled up in Kylie's arms, she gently asked me if these new developments were still turning me on. I assured her that they were, and I went on to describe the feelings of tingling eroticism and sheer carnal lust that I felt while she was out at the nightclub.

She smiled. "Did you wonder if I was letting some hottie kiss me, and feel my tits?"

"Yes," I replied softly. "This must sound crazy, but a big part of me was almost hoping that you would."

"Well you got your wish, little one," she said. "Were you hoping that I would do more than let him kiss me?"

"Yes." I whispered. Kylie idly slid her hand down and began running a single fingernail over my now flaccid cock.

She smiled again. "So if I was to tell you that Michelle wants to go and see a band that's playing at that same place next weekend, and that she wanted me to go with her again, then you'd be ok with that?"

I drew a sharp breath and paused before answering. "Yes." My shaft began responding to both her words and to her ministrations. It sluggishly started to harden.

Kylie giggled briefly and continued. "And of course now that my big sister knows I'm free to have a little fun I can really start flirting, can't I?"

"Yeah - you can." I replied in a tight voice. Kylie slid her fingertip under my glans and found that perfect little spot, and I stifled a moan as she began swirling her fingernail over it. My cock hardened further, twitching and pulsing.

Kylie tilted her face. "Maybe I'll find another cutie who wants to kiss me, and who'd love to feel my tits, hmm? Maybe he'll want to do more, little one - maybe he'll ask me to go back to his place, too. You wouldn't mind if I went back to his place with him, would you Lover?"

"No!" I gasped. "I wouldn't mind at all!"

Kylie giggled again. "Good - then I might just do that, Needle-dick. Speaking of your little pecker - didn't I once tell you that if it shrunk to under four inches long then I would let another guy fuck me?"

"You did!" I yelped. Kylie rapidly twitched her fingertip under my glans, and I had to stifle another moan.

"Hmm - maybe the time has come then, my little one. Maybe I should've gone with that guy tonight, and let him have me, hmm?"

"Jesus, yes!" I croaked. "You should've done!"

"That's okay," Kylie replied smoothly. "I'll get another chance next weekend, won't I? I'm sure that I'll find another hottie who'd love to get into my panties next Saturday night. Michelle will even help me."

"Jesus, do it! Do it!" I practically screamed. My cock was now totally hard, and Kylie wrapped her hand around it.

Kylie giggled and rolled onto her back. "Oh, I will do it, little one! If I want to fuck him, then I will. Now Lover - why don't you slide that stiff little pecker into my pussy. It might be the last chance you get before a real cock sinks inside me next Saturday night!"

I was at least able to make love to her for two or three minutes before I exploded inside her. Kylie didn't climax, of course - and instead she had me lick her to several orgasms, and then she got me to suck her juicy cunt clean of our combined juices. As I slid my tongue deep into her sopping pussy, my mind was already on what might occur a week from now.