Good Things Come In Small Packages

For the next three hours I was a nervous wreck, and I now had a very good understanding of the phrase 'cucky angst'. Time again slowed to a crawl as I tried to watch TV, my eyes sliding often to the clock as the minutes dragged into hours. My balls ached faintly, and several times I slid my hand down the finger the smooth steel tube that encased my manhood.

Kylie returned home just after 2:00am. To my feverish gaze her hair looked slightly askew and her make-up wasn't as neat as when she departed. My heart gave a double thump and I started to babble a question.

She again silenced me by placing her finger on my lips, and she then took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She told me to strip, and she then unlocked and removed my tube. My cock immediately began to harden, and Kylie sped the process by reaching down to stroke me as we kissed again, Once I was completely hard she slid her panties off from under her skirt and then quickly sank onto the bed. She drew up her skirt, parted her legs, and simply said: "Fuck me."

I hastily started to obey her. I lowered myself shakily between her outstretched legs, and she reached down to guide me to the entrance of her slit. My cock slid easily inside of her, and I moaned softly as the wet, slippery heat of her cunt enveloped my cock. Kylie slid her moist tongue over my lips and her warm thighs cradled my trembling hips.

"Michelle told me she called you like I asked her to," she announced softly. "And she told me what you talked about. You wanna ask me anything, Lover?"

"Jesus, yes!" I replied huskily. I began thrusting into her, and I held back a moan as I realised that she felt looser than ever. "Did you hook up with that guy you met last week again - David?" I asked huskily.

Kylie's eyes flashed up at me. "Yes, I did."

"Did you take him back to Michelle's place?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did."

"Did you spend any time alone with him at Michelle's?"

"I sure did, Lover."

"Sweet Jesus! In Michelle's spare bedroom?"

"Yes."

I moaned softly. "For how long?"

Kylie tilted her pretty face sideward quizzically. "Umm, for about an hour. Maybe a bit longer."

"Did you kiss him again?" I asked. Some perverse part of me wanted to drag this out, to heighten the eroticism of what I knew must be coming. I had to force myself to slow my hips as they rocked back and forth. Her cunt felt so wet and loose.

"Mmm-hmm! I did."

"Is that all you did? Just kiss him?" I asked shakily

"No. We did more than kiss, Needle-dick." Kylie giggled, and I nearly shot my load right then.

"Did he feel your tits again?" I inquired tightly

"Yes, he did," she replied, and adding: "He did more than feel them."

"What else did he do?"

"Mmm, he kissed them as well," Kylie drawled softly. "He made my nipples hard, and he licked them and sucked them, too. He licked them all over, Lover. He said I had beautiful tits - wasn't that nice of him to say?"

I moaned, and my cock gave a throb of delight inside her. "So you took your shirt and bra off?"

"Yes. Well - he took them off for me."

"Did he take all of your clothes off?"

"Yes - eventually." Kylie replied, and she giggled softly again. "He ended up completely stripping me. Shirt, bra, skirt, panties - everything. The only thing he didn't take off was my heels - he said that I looked sexy with just my heels on. Wasn't that slutty of me, Lover - letting him take everything off except for my heels?"

"Oh my God!" I whimpered. "So you were naked apart from your high-heels?"

"Yes," she replied. I felt her legs curl over my back. "By the way he told me he really loved my legs, too. He ran his hands all over them. He said they were so smooth and soft."

"Did he stroke your thighs?" My hips began to pump faster, almost of their own volition. I felt my balls tighten.

"He sure did, Lover."

"Did his hands go near your pussy?"

Kylie looked up at me and her lips curled into a grin. She also seemed to enjoy stringing this out, getting the maximum pleasure out of prolonging it for as long as possible. "Near my pussy? Do you mean did me finger me, Lover?"

"Yes! Did he finger you?"

"Yes - he did. He made my pussy very wet."

I stifled another moan and shuddered and the first awakening hint of climax rippled up my thighs in a warm wave. My hips shook as I sped my thrusts inside her. My tight balls slapped her taut ass with a thin smacking sound.

"As he was fingering me," Kylie added. "I started undoing his shirt."

"Did you take it off?"

"Yes."

"Did you take off his jeans too?"

"Uh-huh." Kylie confirmed.

"And his underwear?"

"Mmm-hmm - I did, Lover." she affirmed. "He has a nice body, Lover. He works out, and he has a lovely tight body. Very sexy."

"Oh, Jesus!" was all I could moan.

"And he had a nice cock too," Kylie added teasingly. "Not a huge one, but still bigger than yours by a long shot, little one."

"A little bigger, or a lot bigger?" I rasped.

"A lot bigger."

"Christ, how big was he?"

Kylie tilted her head quizzically. "I don't know. Seven inches, maybe. And thick, too. It was bigger than yours was even before your little cock began shrinking."

I moaned and hooked my hands under her shoulders. I felt the cool leather of her high-heels pressing down on my pumping buttocks.

"Did you touch his cock?" I gasped.

"Of course I did, Lover," Kylie replied in her smooth voice. "I touched it a lot."

"Did you suck it?" I asked in a voice that sounded like it was on helium.

"You mean did I kneel down and open my mouth and slide his big, hard, thick cock between my lips? Did I tickle his balls with my fingernails as I sucked him, just as you love me to do, Needle-dick? You wanna know if I gave him a blowjob?"

"Yes!" I blurted.

"Then yes - I did, Lover," Kylie replied. "I knelt in front of him naked like a complete little tart, and I sucked him so that he was nice and hard for me. I even sucked his balls, licking them and taking each full one into my mouth. He loved it!"

"Did he cum in your mouth?" I rasped.

"No, Lover. He nearly did, but I stopped sucking his yummy cock - and then I slid the rubber on for him." Kylie giggled again.

I moaned again, and felt orgasm begin to tickle my upper thighs. She had put a condom on him - there could be only one reason for that! I had to ask her the final question - now!

"Jesus, Jesus! Did you let him fuck you?"

Kylie looked deep into my eyes and paused for a tortuous few seconds.

"Yesss - I did." She finally drawled.

I uttered a soft whimper as confirmation of her infidelity rocketed from my ears, tearing a frenzied path though my torso before finally exploding at the base of my cock. Climax began its unstoppable journey through my loins.

"That's why I am letting you fuck me now, Lover." continued Kylie in her soft, sultry voice. "Because only an hour or so ago, I finally slept with another man. You can even check the packet of condoms in my bag - you'll see that one is missing. I finally allowed a hot guy to seduce me, and to kiss me, and touch and caress and fondle me. Then I let him undress me, sliding my skirt off, then my panties - and then I spread my legs and let him fuck me. But that's okay isn't it, little one?"

"Yes!" I shrieked. "You really cuckolded me?" My hips turned to liquid as orgasm rushed at me like an unstoppable wave.

"Mmm, I sure did, Lover!" my wife drawled smoothly. "So right now you're really getting sloppy seconds, just like you always wanted! I can now add another little nickname to your list, cant I? 'Cuckie' - you're now my lil' Cuckie! My real little Cuckie!"

A second later I gave a long, shuddering moan as climax tore through me as Kylie chanted a soft lascivious mantra: "Cuckie!... Cuckie!... Cuckie!"