As you may remember, I divulged my secret cuckold desires to my neighbor after an coincidental meeting on a nearby walking trail. During subsequent "work outs" as we called them, he saw more and more of my wife's treasures. I have not only accepted that he never made good on his gentleman's promise to share glamour photos of his wife, but somehow grew accustomed to expecting me to suck him off while he looked. Funny, but there was something about him having the edge over me that made it more exciting. I do not know if it was my fantasy to become a cuckold or the fact that my dick is just so darn small. It just seems so right for me to be submissive. Anyway, every time we met innocently as neighbors or at neighborhood parties, I swear his smirk became bolder and bolder, enough to attract the attention of others. I of course hoped he would see the logic of not letting things get out of hand.
It was at the next block party that I noticed a couple of the husbands nodding and looking my direction. The thoughts their actions conjured up in my head felt dangerously exhilarating. My imagination was getting the better of me as Ron had told me he certainly would not want his wife to find out. So, why would Tom and Rick be grinning at me with so much confidence? I began feeling submissive and looked to be rescued. I quickly looked over at Ron for a possible answer, but he had his hands on my wife's hips as they both were engrossed in an animated conversation. Were the guys smirking because she was in his arms or had he let the guys in on our little secret? I felt my feet begin to move and carry me over to Ron and my wife. They didn't even seem to notice me. I only managed a mumble as he boldly and I can even say daringly defied my status as her husband, continuing to hang onto my wife, so openly in front of everyone who may be looking. This should not excite me, but I felt my little dick fill with blood.
I could understand his persistence as my wife decided to go braless today. She is not too big, maybe 32C, but since there was a small chill in the air, her t-shirt could not fully hide her pointy nipples. He was gloating at how much control he had, which subjugated me even more. I stood there impotent, unable to say anything that could would make sense. Who am I kidding? I showed him many intimate photos of my wife, told him I would be a willing cuckold and even let him hold my head as he satisfied his needs in my willing mouth. He had warned me he was about to cum and I just clamped my lips harder on his hard cock.
I snapped out of it but realized I did not know what course of action to take. I simply turned around and left them there. A bit late, but I wondered if anyone noticed my surrender. I wandered away with the image in my mind of me on my knees, his balls slapping my chin, spilling his pent up sperm into my will mouth, followed by me jacking myself off. What does Ron think of me now? I guess it is too late for that. I can't change what has happened. Then I heard a call from the poker table in one of the tents. Several guys waved me over to join in that they needed help against Tom. As they laughed, Tom added confidently I probably had little to offer, but it is better than nothing. It didn't hit me right away, but the remark seemed to draw a snicker out of Rick. What, I said. Rick than commanded me to sit down and ante up or asked if I might feel more comfortable by joining the women instead. There it is again, Tom and Rick were both grinning. Was it an intentional remark or just one of those things guys do to tease each other. I felt my dick hardening again. Why does this type of humiliation excite me? I had to calm down. We played at least an hour and Tom continued his winning streak. That is it for me, I said. Tom smirked again and stated, "yep, Jimmy, not everyone can be big." I looked up as he continued, "a big winner that is."
"Jimmy," he started. I interrupted and said I like to be called Jim. He ignored me and repeated, "Jimmy, how would you like to get a little of your losses back." Again, I felt he emphasized the word little intentionally. I noted their eyes were burning holes in me as they awaited a response. My voice squeaked out a few words that said I was already broke. His offer surprised me since I had made clear previously I was out of money. He smiled again and said he was open to negotiating the definition of currency. I gulped while looking at his smirk. He simply stated that he knew I had a few hidden treasures I might be up to "sharing." Rick was nodding.
