The Compliant Cuckold
Synopsis
This story is about my decent into cuckoldry. I am a married, sexually inadequate man unable to satisfy my gorgeous young wife in bed. She loves me, but has become sexually frustrated and is persuaded by her new friend to change things for the better for both of us.
Chapter one: Kylie
Unlike my friends I never really fancied the curvy, well-endowed girls they all seemed to favour. Although I was never attracted to children, I was always drawn to small women with skinny, undeveloped body shapes. Consequently, when I was in my thirties, I couldn't believe my luck when I met such a girl who was interested in me. She looked much younger than her 25 years at 4'8" tall. She was very boyish, with an impossibly thin waist and a totally flat chest. I was a very inexperienced, submissive type, and I guess I hoped my tiny 4" cock wouldn't be such an issue with a small-built girl.
Sex for me was always very exciting as Jolie was my flat-chested little fantasy, but I struggled to satisfy her with my little boy cock. Her interest began to fade until finally, about a year ago, she confessed that she didn't really enjoy sex with me at all. Apparently, I always came much too quickly for her to reach orgasm. My slow careful efforts aimed at prolonging sex did nothing for her, and the hard, rapid thrusting she craved had my four-inch cocklet spurting in just a few strokes. One day she told me that although she loved me, she just didn't want me to fuck her any more as she got no release from it and was left feeling frustrated and angry.
Sex from then on consisted of long periods of abstinence. My disproportionately huge testicles would swell even larger to the size of lemons, making my undersized cock look even smaller. Occasionally, when I had whined enough about being desperately horny, she would send me for a shower. When I emerged naked and dripping, my little willy granite hard in anticipation, she would be waiting in just her panties and with her little hand covered in moisturizer. She would grope and fondle my swollen balls, each one larger than she could fit in her small hand, gradually gently squeezing and slapping as my arousal increased until I was weeping precum. Then she would stand to one side of me, one arm around me, and tug my aching dicklet.
Initially she would masturbate me while I leered at her undeveloped chest, but this became too much effort, and so she would hold her tiny fist still, urging me to thrust into it to achieve orgasm. In the early days she would stroke my bottom and encourage me, squeezing my balls as my semen erupted to splatter onto the bathroom floor. More recently she would insist I came down to the basement, where she would be waiting fully clothed. She would squirt lotion onto her hand and tell me to hurry up. I was not allowed to touch her, the excuse being I was wet and she was fully clothed. Lately she had taken to fastening my hands behind my back with Velcro as I had tried to grope her as she manipulated my huge balls and rigid cocklet.
She would complain about the time it took me to cum, reminding me that a few thrusts were all it took when we used to have full sex. As I reached my climax it amused her to let go immediately and step back, watching me as I bucked and quivered at empty air. She would smirk and giggle as my untouched diminutive cock danced and squirted. My enforced abstinence coupled with my much larger than average testicles always ensured a huge load and she would stand and watch me gasp and shudder through my orgasm, my semen creating big puddles on the basement floor.
A few weeks ago, I had to attend a business meeting. I was away for most of the week and when I returned something had changed. She was more self-assured, very nice to me and engaged outside the bedroom, but our pathetic sex life grew even worse. She would complain about how long she had to hold her hand for me, saying there were other things she could be doing. She would remind me about my premature ejaculation, sometimes stopping just before my peak leaving me panting and frustrated. This had a psychological effect on me, making me cum even faster, usually in just a few strokes, fearful of being left hanging.
Then something happened that left me shocked and was a major turning point in our lives. I came in to the kitchen for a drink after mowing the lawn. It was a hot day and I was just wearing shorts. A skinny blonde girl was in the kitchen talking to Jolie and drinking coffee. She looked up and smiled as I came in. She was about Jolie's age, almost a foot taller and she was stunningly pretty.
"Say hello to Kylie, she's our new neighbour. We've been getting to know each other while you were away".
Kylie held out a dainty little hand and came towards me. Her crop top showed off her tanned flat tummy and stopped just below her tiny breastlets. I shook her hand and smiled back.
"Hello Paul, Jolie's been telling me all about you. She didn't tell me how gorgeous you are though".
"He looks great but he's actually quite useless where it matters."
I looked up in alarm, wondering where the conversation was going.
"He looks pretty useful to me."
I looked at Kylie who was leering at me suggestively. Jolie got up and put her arm through mine. It was meant to look supportive but I knew she was trying to prevent me walking away.
"Oh, Paul's got the body OK, he's just no use to me in the bedroom are you baby?"
I looked at the floor, going bright red with embarrassment.
"Jolie", I whined, "Don't, please."
"Sadly, Paul ejaculates prematurely, don't you? He's got massive balls, but an oversensitive, little willy. A couple of quick thrusts are all he can manage before he cums."
"Gosh, that does sound a bit useless." Kylie looked at me sympathetically.
"It's so frustrating. Last time he tried to do me he got so overexcited he squirted all over my thighs before he even got it in. So now I won't let him anymore. Every now and again when he whines enough, I let him use my hand or hump my leg like a randy spaniel."
"You tug him off?"
"No, I just hold my hand still and he humps it. If he's really whining, I sometimes let him rub his willy against my thigh but it's a nuisance as he squirts all over my legs and knickers. He gets so excited he trembles and whimpers like a little girl, you should see him."
By now I was mortified, but oddly the explicit talk was making me aroused. I went to pull away but Jolie held on to me.
"Even then he can't manage more than a few thrusts, he usually cums in less than 10 seconds."
"He cums in 10 seconds?" she gawped.
"If he can last that long. Sometimes if I'm feeling nasty, I let him get right to the edge and then stop and slap his balls. That keeps him hovering and drooling all over the place. If I do that a few times he gets really desperate. Then I don't even let him have my hand. I just stick my finger up his bottom and he ejaculates straight away."
I was getting hard despite my shame and I could see Kylie staring at the growing lump in my shorts.
"Looks like he wants it now", Kylie grinned.
"He can wait until you've gone", Jolie countered, "I'm permanently frustrated so I can keep him waiting for an orgasm too."
"Aw poor love, how long's it been since you last let him?"
