Please be aware that this set of written fragments will have very limited appeal. Many of my stories are in fact like that. These stories are written for those few who might appreciate them.
Just for the sake of clarity, the stories below feature:
Very cruel, very attractive, and very sexually aggressive wives
Emasculated and humiliated beta-male husbands, who are hooked on their wives machinations and cruelty
Stud boyfriends, who are really able to deliver the goods in bed.
I make no apologies for my stories. My cuckolding tales are primarily about female domination and the grab for more and more pleasure and power. The husband always misses out.
Please look elsewhere if you believe in the sanctity of marriage or a husband's rights - my wives are loving, but they never love their husbands.
I am assuming this set of story fragments will receive a low score and many negative comments. Oh well, such is life.
If you like them, then send me an email. If you don't like them, then no need to bother.
HONEYMOON MAGIC
Bryan turned this way and that. He sighed unhappily as he tried to find a comfortable position on the banana lounge. The day was just too hot and his pale skin was burning. The banana lounge was too hard and the reflection from the pool hurt his watery eyes.
Bryan shook his newspaper aggressively. The edges of his paper fluttered gently in the soft warm breeze, causing the peevish Bryan to grow even more infuriated. He lay there uncomfortably on the hard lounge trying to relax and trying to read his newspaper. He was unhappy. The news he tried to digest was just a watery blur.
Keep a stiff upper lip, Bryan thought to himself. The heat and sunburn didn't matter. The discomfort didn't matter. The noise from the pool didn't matter either. Bryan was on his honeymoon and he was determined to enjoy himself no matter what.
Bryan shook his newspaper again. He placed his eyes on the start of a new article about the state of the federal deficit and began reading. He struggled valiantly with his watery vision, but his concentration was broken again. He tried to ignore their soft voices. He tried to blot out their gentle laughter. It was impossible.
Should he turn and look in their direction, Bryan asked himself. The two of them were right there in the very next banana lounge. He could have turned. He did do that before, but the two of them had just ignored him. Bryan fumed. He suddenly folded the newspaper up and dropped it to the floor. He grew red faced. He snatched up his drink. It sloshed and then spilt and he whined with displeasure.
There was a pause in the drone of soft words coming from the lounge next to him. Then there was a sigh.
"Are you okay Bryan," his wife Jodie asked patiently.
Bryan turned and glared at Jodie. His beautiful new wife lay stretched out on her lounge, her delicious body just covered by her tiny bikini. Jodie's soft blonde hair flashed in the sunlight, her full red mouth was hard and tight. Her large blue eyes were narrow and cold. She wore an annoyed expression on her beautiful features.
"I just spilt my drink," Bryan said petulantly.
"Yes, I can see that Bryan," Jodie said as if she were speaking to a child. "You should be more careful, shouldn't you?"
"Yes, but..."
"Bryan, please you're embarrassing me. Just deal with it like an adult. And stop being so jealous and petty as well."
Bryan dropped his eyes. Once again Jodie had made him feel like an envious little boy. She had made him feel like an unnecessary inconvenience, if not an outright intruder in her personal life.
Bryan tried to ignore the powerful looking black man who sat at Jodie's feet. The black man was taller than Bryan. The black man was younger than Bryan. The black man was sexier than Bryan. He seemed to fill Bryan's field of vision with his size -- his muscular body was almost monstrous.
"You should have a swim bro," the black man said with a dismissive tone and a triumphant smile. "Help you cool off."
"Thank you very much Jamal, but I'm fine," Bryan replied crisply, sitting up and dropping his glass on the table next to him. He began dabbing at the sticky drink with a tissue.
"His name is Darryl," Jodie said, just as crisply. She glared at her husband.
"Yes, Darryl," Bryan muttered, briefly looking into the black man's beautiful brown eyes. "I should remember -- sorry."
"Yes, you should remember Bryan."
Jodie looked in Darryl's direction and broke into a wide grin. The sexy black man beamed back at her. Jodie considered her husband again for another moment. She then sighed, stretched her spine and her pretty toes and turned her attention back to Darryl. Bryan slipped effortlessly from her thoughts.
Bryan couldn't help but listen. He was still peeved, but he wanted to watch his new wife and this guy talking together. It made him intensely annoyed to hear their soft words. He was so jealous, but was unable to intercede.
"Yeah beautiful - I'll take you out to the islands later today when it cools off. I have a jet boat."
"Oh wow Darryl," Jodie whispered. "That sounds so good. I can't wait."
"Yeah baby. We can go just before sunset, when the sky is fiery and the sea is golden."
"Oh Darryl, I can't wait. I can't wait."
The two of them broke into more soft laughter.
Bryan finished drying his chest and lay discreetly back. He watched his wife and the black man out of the corner of his eye. Darryl was gazing down at Jodie with a grin, drinking her in and Jodie was leering openly up at the sexy black man. Darryl gently reached out and placed his large dark hand on Jodie's knee. He stroked her skin with his thumb. Bryan tried to keep his breathing in check, he kept his cool. Jodie just kept laughing.
"And there's a great place to eat on the beach. We can have dinner there beautiful."
"That sounds perfect Darryl," Jodie responded softly.
There was more laughter.
"And then what Darryl," Jodie asked with a grin and sparkling eyes.