It's Her Way or No Way

By WimpHub


I met Rosemary a year ago, when I was 32 and she 18, and
immediately fell head over heels in love with her. We were a
bit of a mismatch; she is 5'11" in her stockinged feet, with
long black hair and a beautiful face. She has a firm strong
body, with large breasts and long gorgeous legs. I, on the
other hand am 5'3" and very slight of build. I knew from the
start that she was feisty, and always insisted on her own
way. Being pretty docile myself, I was happy for her to take
the dominant role in our relationship.

I had never been the jealous type up until then, but I could
not bear the thought of any one else having her. I proposed
within three months, and we were married three months later.
Amazingly for someone who looked the way she did, she was a
virgin on our wedding day.

The wedding went very well, although there was one guest
there I would rather had stayed away, my sister Christine.
She is a year older than me, a striking redhead with a sharp
temper and dominant personality. We have never got on, she
considers me a wimp and has told me that to my face many
times. For all but six months of her marriage to my brother
in law Brian, she has had the same black lover. When I saw
her talking animatedly to my new wife at the wedding, I was
concerned because I did not want them to get too close and
have Christine influencing Rosemary.

We settled down to married life after the excitement of the
honeymoon, and I thought we were pretty happy. The only
problem I found was that Rosemary did not seem very
interested in having sex. She said she could not understand
what all the fuss was about, as she got no pleasure out of
it. It was for this reason that she refused to try anything
new, like sucking my cock, which I have always loved. She
did not seem to mind me licking her pussy though; in fact
she seemed to enjoy that far more than fucking.

We had been married six months, when she first mentioned the
new guy who had started at her office. She told me his name
was Dave, and that he was tall, muscular, incredibly good
looking and very black. I first became concerned when she
started talking about him just about every day. It got worse
when she told me that he said he fancied her and asked her
out. She said she told him she was married, but he did not
seem to care. She also said he had stolen a couple of kisses
when no one was around, which had caused her knees to go
weak.

Alarm bells really started to ring the day she came home and
told me that her company was sending her on a week's
residential course at a hotel out of town. I asked who else
was going, and she told me there were a few, including Dave.
I expressed my concern at her staying in a hotel away from
home, with someone who obviously had the hots for her.

"Oh you are so jealous," she laughed, but did not give me
any words of comfort or reassurance.

I saw my wife off on the train early Monday morning, not
really wanting her to go. It was the first time since we got
married that we would be apart, and I also could not get
this Dave out of my mind. When I got home that evening, I
must have picked up the phone a dozen times to call my wife,
but resisted the temptation in the end, as I did not want
her to think I was checking up on her.

The next evening, however, I was missing her badly, and
called her room at about 10 p.m.

"Oh it's you," she said when she answered, sounding rather
irritated. "What do you want?"

I told her that I wanted to hear the sound of her voice as I
was missing her, and asked if she was missing me. What
happened after that I will never forget.

I heard her say "Dave, he wants to know if I am missing
him", and then the sound of a man's laughter. With my hands
shaking, I asked my wife what was going on.

"Well," she said. "I am lying naked on my bed with my new
lover. At the moment, I am gently stroking his stiff cock to
encourage him to fuck me for the second time tonight."

I was shocked that she said this so matter-of-factly, with
no concern for what her words would do to me. My mouth was
dry, and I felt physically sick with jealousy.

"I can't believe this," I told her. "Why are you doing
this?"

"If you saw the size of the cock I am holding, you would not
ask that question," she replied simply. "Look Michael, I
can't talk now, Dave is more than ready to do me again.
Don't phone again, he will be here every night and you will
only upset yourself. I will talk to you about the future
when I get home." With that, she put down the phone.

I had never felt so miserable. I lie awake all night,
haunted by visions of my wife naked in bed with another man,
doing things she had only ever done with me before.

I spent the next day in a daze, and though I desperately
wanted to, stopped myself from phoning Rosemary that
evening. The next night though, I decided to call to plead
with her to stop the affair with her new lover. This time,
Dave answered the phone.

"It's your husband," he said, when I asked for Rosemary.

"Oh tell him to fuck off," my wife called.

"She said you're to fuck off," laughed Dave. "Besides, she
can hardly talk when she has a mouthful of cock can she?" He
put down the phone.

Not only was my wife allowing another man to fuck her, but
she was doing things she had resolutely refused to do for
me, her husband. The sick feeling returned, and I had
another sleepless night.

I had another miserable few days, until Rosemary was due
home on the Sunday evening. At about 6 in the evening, I
heard the front door open and then close. As she did not
come into the lounge immediately, I went out to look for
her. I saw her at the front door with her arms around the
neck of a big black man. I turned to go back in the lounge,
but my wife stopped me.

"Don't go away," she said. "You may as well stand here and
watch this, you are going to be seeing a lot of it in the
future."

Like the wimp I am, I went and stood by the couple, as my
wife turned to give Dave a passionate open-mouthed kiss.
Breaking off, she looked into his eyes and said:

"Thank you for this week darling, you have made a woman of
me."

"Made a slut of you," argued Dave. "You have behaved like a
cock-loving whore all week!"

"A BLACK cock loving whore," she corrected him, as she began
kissing him again.

As this was happening, I could not help but see that a
noticeable bulge appeared at the front of Dave's trousers.
He took my wife's small, white right hand and placed it on
the bulge. She began to rub up and down enthusiastically,
either unaware of the fact, or totally uncaring that her
husband was watching it all.

"Take it out," ordered Dave.

"Oh Dave," my wife replied. "My husband is out of his mind
with jealousy as it is, if he sees that, it will drive him
crazy!"

"That's the idea," smiled her black lover.

"Alright then," she laughed, reaching for his zip. "Rub the
poor man's nose in it then."

I gasped as she took his cock out, and lovingly stroked it
to erection. I had never seen anything like it, probably 11"
long and very thick.

"Look what I have been getting all week Michael," she
grinned, as she continued stroking the monster in front of
her. "Isn't it beautiful?" Dave pushed her against the wall.

"Do you want it now bitch?" he snarled.

"You know fucking well I do you bastard," she responded,
quickly lifting her skirt and pulling off her panties. "You
have made me addicted to it!"

"Beg," smiled the young black man.

"Oh please Dave, put it in me, you know how badly I need
you."

"What about your poor husband?" he enquired.

"Fuck him," she snapped. He means nothing to me; this slutty
white cunt belongs only to you now. Shove it up me Dave
please, make me cry like you have every night this week."

Dave obliged, and roughly shoved the whole of his cock into
my willing wife in one movement. As soon as he began pumping
in and out, she moaned and whimpered encouraging him to fuck
her senseless, with language I had never heard from her lips
before.

"Does it make you feel useless as a man, seeing your bride's
cunt being stretched like this?" Dave asked me.

"He is useless as a man," my wife interrupted. "I did not
know what a real man was until you first rammed your big
black cock into me. That's it baby, make me cum!"

Dave started pumping harder and harder, and my wife's moans
and pleas became louder. Finally, Dave announced he was
coming.

"Yes, shoot that black cum deep in my belly you fucker, show
my husband I am yours now!"

She screamed out a powerful orgasm as she felt his cum
splashing inside her. After they had calmed down, they
kissed again for a while, and then Dave left with Rosemary
telling him she would give me the bad news. She ushered me
back into the lounge.

"Have you any idea how hurtful that was to me?" I
complained.

"Oh stop whining," she replied. "You are not the only white
wimp husband with a small dick whose wife has gone black.
There is your own sister's husband for one. Now listen, do
you want to stay married to me?"

"Yes of course," I replied. "I couldn't bear to be without
you."

"Very well," she went on. "Then there are some things you
need to accept. First of all, Dave is my man now, and I his
woman. You must expect to be humiliated by both of us, and
to do humiliating things for us. This is to remind you that
you are inferior and inadequate, and also so that you
continually acknowledge that Dave, a man superior to you in
every way, has taken your wife away from you. You do
understand that he has taken me, and that you will never
fuck me again don't you?"

"You can't be serious!" I exclaimed, incredulously.

"I am very serious Michael," she replied. "You were history
from the moment Dave first slid his beautiful big cock into
me."

"What am I supposed to do, find another woman?" I enquired.

"Oh no," she responded. You try that and I will divorce you
immediately. You are going to have to accept being a
celibate cuckold in future. The only sexual relationship you
will be allowed is with your right hand."

As I was trying to take this in, Rosemary lifted her skirt,
and sat in the armchair with her legs splayed. She ordered
me to kneel in front of her.

"One of your regular duties from now on," she began. "Is to
suck Dave's cum out of my pussy after he has had me. Get
your tongue in there and clean me up."

As I tentatively moved forward and began to lick up the
white mess at the entrance of her cunt, she picked up the
phone and dialled. I was forced to listen to her side of the
conversation.

"Hi Christine, it's Rosemary. I had to phone you to tell you
that you were absolutely right, black is best. Yes, you know
Dave, the guy I told you about? We have just been on a
week's course together. He fucked me raw every night. Oh
yes, Michael knows all about it, we have just finished doing
it in front of him! You should have seen his face, I thought
he was going to burst into tears! Where is he now? Exactly
where he should be, on his knees licking my lover's cum out
of me, and trying to come to terms with the fact that he is
going to be celibate for the rest of his life. Ha Ha Ha! Oh
yes, he will be teased, unmercifully. Now I know my husband
is not a real man, I intend to make him suffer. I shall be
speaking to you a lot, with your experience, you must have
some great ideas for me to humiliate and degrade the little
turd. I will speak to you soon. Bye."

"Your sister is absolutely delighted at the news, and will
be giving me lots of advice," my wife told me. "You have
done a good job on my pussy, you may kiss me. Not on the
lips, of course, they are reserved for Dave now, but you may
kiss my hand."

As I took her left hand and kissed it, I noticed her wedding
ring was missing. I asked my wife what had happened to it.

"Oh we had a little ceremony on our last night," she
explained. "We walked by the river, and I told Dave that I
wanted to be his woman exclusively. When he agreed, I asked
him to take off my wedding ring. We both spat on it, and
then he tossed it in the river. It was to signify that from
now, you are my husband in name only, with no sexual rights
whatever."

The words hurt me deeply, and Rosemary could see the tears
welling up in my eyes.

"Cry if you want to, you little sissy," she said cruelly. "I
promise you will be doing a lot of crying in future, with
the plans I have for you. Anyway, I am beat, I am going to
bed."

I decided to go up with her. When we got to the bedroom, my
wife removed all her clothes, and turned to face me.

"Like what you see cuckold?" she taunted me.

I looked at her, and saw the ravages of the past week. Her
big tits were covered in love bites, as were the insides of
her smooth, white thighs. I felt so horny; I pleaded with
her to let me make love to her.

"No," she replied adamantly. "Your little cock will never
feel the inside of my juicy pussy, that is reserved for my
lover's satisfying big cock. Do you know, I have stronger
feelings for him than I ever had for you, I have really
fallen in love with him. And when I have babies, it will be
Dave who puts them in my belly. Now you know where you
stand."

With a crack in my voice, I asked if I could at least kiss
her goodnight. She said I could, and told me to get on my
knees. Not quite understanding, I complied. She stood with
her back to me, and bent forward. Pulling the cheeks of her
ass apart, she spoke:

"You see that little rosebud," she said. "Give that a nice
big kiss for me."

As I put my lips to it, she remarked that is was quite
appropriate, an asshole kissing an asshole. She made me do
it half a dozen times, before telling me to stand.

"That is the goodnight kiss I will expect every night," she
informed me. "Six kisses on my asshole. You will do it
whoever is around, certainly in front of Dave and your
sister, who will get great amusement from it."

She laughed as she slid into bed. I got in beside my sexy
naked wife feeling a whole mixture of emotions. Jealousy,
frustration, humiliation, it just went on. I knew also that
it was going to get worse rather than better.

I lie awake for hours, wondering what my wife, her lover and
my sister had in store for me.

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