My Wife's Getting Into It
By Little One

I have read many of the erotic stories and letters on the
internet. It seems that many men have the fantasy of
watching their wives have sex with some big cocked guy,
often comparing their small dicks to his, or being made to
eat and clean up his wife afterwards. This never was my
fantasy, I usually like to read stories about women having
sex with each other or two women having sex at the same time
with one guy. However, my wife got hold of some of these
cuckold stories and totally flipped. The first time she read
one, we fucked for hours, she was so turned on. She asked me
to find stories and print them out for her of big dicked men
fucking a women while her husband watched. I think that she
really got off on reading about the husband being teased
about his small pecker.

She started wanting to act out these fantasies in bed. She
would tease me about my dick, saying that it looked small.
(It really isn't that big, about 5-1/2 inches) Many
different nights while having sex, she would get out a ruler
and measure it. She would get off on telling me how small it
measured, even reporting that it was smaller than it really
was. She would tease me about it. When it made her hot, I
didn't mind, it got me more excited to see her turned on.
She also began wanting to insert objects into her-big
objects, like candles and cucumbers. She would grease them
up with cream and slide them in and out. She liked to watch
me watching her. It was kind of exciting, I have to admit.
She would tell me how big they felt, how they stretched her
out. She would tell me that she wished I was this big, or
how small I felt compared to these cocks. She liked to get
on her hands and knees and have me hold the cucumber next to
my dick. She would have me insert it into her and she would
rock back and forth on it, as though I (or someone else)
with a big dick was fucking her. She would moan in pleasure,
screaming to an orgasm. I didn't mind, it was great to see
and hear her get off. I suspect that she was playing with
these toys more than when I was home. Her pussy was
beginning to become permanently stretched out. When we did
fuck, it was getting harder to feel myself screwing her, and
the same for her. But in a way she loved this, cause it
added to her fantasy even more. She would ask me if I was in
yet, or tell me that she couldn't feel me inside her, that
my little penis was not worthwhile anymore. She liked to
have me begin to fuck her, and then tell me I was too small
and should beat off to entertain her, because fucking her
wasn't doing anything. Also, as in the stories that she was
reading, she was getting interested in me eating her out,
pretending that some other guy had just screwed her.

Recently it seems as though she has taken these fantasies to
a new level. She has been making lubricants in the kitchen
for me to eat off of her, and out of her. She has been
mixing mayonnaise or sour cream, sometimes whipped cream
with a little water until they look like cum. She puts them
on her pussy and tells me to clean her up, or to make her
cum. When we do this, she tells me that my small dick isn't
going to fuck her until she is clean, or teases me about
this being some other guys cum. At first it wasn't very
exciting for me, but it seems like I am getting used to it,
looking forward to eating her out. Afterwards, either I fuck
her, or she has me play with myself and teases me.

Last night though, was the most inventive of her fantasies.
I was laying in bed waiting for her to come upstairs, hoping
to have a little fun. She told me to get ready and that she
would come up soon. I could hear her down in the kitchen
fooling around. When she came up, she told me to get out of
bed. I was naked, and started to put on a robe, but she said
no that she wanted me to stay naked. She had a big kitchen
bowl with her, but it was covered with a towel, so I
couldn't see what was inside it. She started talking dirty
to me, telling me that she was going to get fucked by a guy
with a huge dick, that she was to be his, and when he was
through, I would have to service her. If I was good she
said, I might get to cum. I was getting curious as to what
she was saying, was someone coming over? What was in the
bowl, I wondered?

She teased me saying that my dick was too small, that she
needed a real one tonight. By now I had a raging hard on.
She told me to get out of the room, so that her and her
lover could be alone. She closed the door on me. There I was
standing out in the hall, naked, listening by the closed
door. I heard her lie on the bed. She was talking to her
imaginary lover, telling him how big his cock was. She knew
that I could hear her on the other side of the door. She was
telling him that I couldn't compare to his big dick. She
must have been playing with one of her toys, I thought I
could hear squishing noises. She was moaning loudly and
going on about my little dick. I heard her cumming, she was
screaming and moaning like never before. She started to die
down, but must have continued playing with herself because
it wasn't long before she was cumming again. This went on
for about 45 minutes, she must have had about four or five
orgasms. My dick was so hard by now, I thought that I would
explode.

She called for me to come into the room. There she was
laying on the bed, the sheets were all over the place. Both
she and the bed were covered with what looked like cum. It
was all over her, dripping from her chin, from her breasts.
Her pussy was stretched wide open, with the cum all over it.
It was like she had been in a gang bang, fucked over and
over. Her pussy lips were hanging down, all purple and red.
For a minute I wondered if someone had been in the room with
her, but next to her I could see the bowl that she had
brought up. It showed the remains of the cum she had made in
the kitchen. Also, next to the bowl was a huge cucumber. She
had acted out her fantasy of being the center of attention
of an orgy with guys with huge dicks. She must have rammed
that cucumber into herself over and over. She really looked
like she had been fucked over and over. She called me over
telling me that she had been fucked like never before. She
said that she was so sore. So stretched out. She told me
that she needed to be cleaned up. She asked me to please
clean her and as she did she slowly put her hand on top of
my head and guided me down to lick the cum up. I obliged
her, licking her all over, getting off on it myself. When I
got between her legs, it was like she really had been
fucked. This cum (I think it was really mayonnaise and
water) oozing out of her, her pussy stretched beyond belief.
I was hot now, eating her out. She was moaning again,
getting off on my tongue. My face was covered with cum,
getting her more and more excited. Suddenly she pulled my
head away from her and told me she wanted me. She was so
hot. I mounted her, she was so slippery and stretched out. I
started fucking her, she was pulling me up and down. She was
frantic. She was oozing the cum out all over the place, she
must have poured the stuff in her. I could hardly feel
anything. It was so wet. Suddenly, she stopped moving and
started telling me that she couldn't feel me. She told me
that I was too small for her. That it was like fucking a
pencil after the dicks that she had just had. She went on
teasing me, she was really getting off on it. So was I, I
have to admit. She told me that my little dick wasn't good
enough for her anymore. She ordered me to take hold of it.
She teased me about how I could cover it totally with one
hand, and that the dicks that just had her couldn't be
covered with two hands. She watched as I pumped myself. She
made fun of me, and I loved it. She could hear me starting
to cum, and told me that this was all my little dick was
good for. Saying this tipped me over the edge and I started
to cum, and boy did I cum. I was so horny, What an orgasm. I
lay back exhausted. I looked over at her, she looked so
satisfied, she had just acted her fantasy out. She was
covered with sweat and cum. I helped clean the rest of the
cum off of her with a towel. She was exhausted, and so was
I. The last thing I remember her saying before I fell
asleep, was that she couldn't wait till the next time. Well,
neither can I.
