Cucked in Translation:
This story won't be for everyone, it has themes that might be described as unusual. Small penis humiliation, penis shrinking, cuckolding, cheating, voyeurism, and the plot is driven by a fantasy spell. No part of this is to be taken seriously, it's meant to be fun and a creative writing exercise for myself. Also, I have included two endings to this story - sort of a chose your own adventure.
Miri and I have been together for a few years and married just over two years ago. She's a sexy Romani, she's about 5'5, slim build, firm 32 C's, with dark wavy hair, beautifully thick but well-shaped eyebrows, and looks a bit like Mila Kunis, but it was her free-spirited way of viewing life that attracted me to her the most. She's the first in her family to get a formal education, and her background was so different than mine it felt a bit like a 90's sit-com setup, the bohemian Gypsy woman and the white-bread, upper-middle-class boy.
I'll admit we've had our share of comical cultural moments, sans the laugh track, but we've also had a few real issues when it comes to our backgrounds. The wedding was a nightmare, her parents and my parents just didn't mix, and in the end, we wound up with a very small outdoor wedding, and then a month later we had to have a large celebration at my parent's church.
But for the most part, it was fun, exciting and we genuinely loved one another. The most important value we shared was that of family. It took her side of the family a while to accept me, but once they let you in - you're really in and in for life. Almost immediately after our wedding in fact at the wedding, her folks were encouraging us to have children, it's a huge part of their culture and while I respect that, we really weren't in a hurry - and while her culture somewhat frowned on it, Miri was on birth-control pills, but we decided at our first anniversary to go ahead and start trying for a child.
I was now two years into my job, had good benefits and we were a little more stable. Miri was an art and music teacher at an elementary school, she loved being around the kids and always dreamed of having a family of her own one day. She told me while we were dating that she wanted six kids and that she had grown up with 8 brothers and sisters and wanted to have a "smaller family." While I had grown up with just one sister, six seemed a little too much, but first, she needed to get pregnant.
Several months passed without getting pregnant, so we went to a fertility specialist, her eggs were good, her uterus was in good shape, but my sperm was "lazy." She gave us some suggestions on how to improve the mobility of my sperm and we did everything that we were told to do. Three more months went by and still no pregnancy.
"Will," Miri said, "I know it's not your fault." She comforted me after yet another month of keeping track of ovulation cycles, another month of vitamins and dieting, cold loose underwear, and doing all the things we were supposed to do.
"Maybe, we need to stop trying so hard and learn to just enjoy one another again" She offered. We were standing in the bathroom with another negative pregnancy test in the trash. She took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, passionately. Sex had become so mechanical lately, timed just right, it lost its fun factor. I kissed her back and allowed my hands to trail down her back to her nice ass.
I cupped my hands around her bottom and lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around me and I carried her to the bed.
"No sex," She whispered, "let's just have fun." She reached between us and unfastened my pants and pushed my shoulders instructing me to lay back. Miri pulled my pants off, and slowly peeled my old-man boxers down. My 6-inch cock was barely hard, as she took me into her hot mouth, sucking my head and swirling her tongue around me.
"Gosh that's good" I huffed in appreciation. My dick quickly expanded to its full state. I've never had any delusions about my size, I am no porn star, and while if I could add an inch or two I would, but I also know I am perfectly normal.
Miri lifted my dick out of the way and pleasured my balls with her mouth and tongue, slowly, playfully toying my dick with her hands. It felt so good to feel her on me like this, we had been so focussed on getting pregnant she hadn't blown me in months.
"Oh Jeez!' I shouted.
"Oh Jeez," She mimicked back with a laugh. Miri always made fun of my alternative cussing, it wasn't acceptable in my home to swear or use the Lord's name in vain, so Jeez, Gosh, and dang was about as raunchy as I got.
"I am cumming Mir!" I warned her. We had been together a long time now, and she didn't mind me cumming in her mouth, but all of my girlfriends before her hated it, and so I got in the habit of giving a warning - something else she frequently teased me about.
"Patasti," Was her nonchalant response in Romanian, the best I could understand it meant - "no problem, take it easy or okay whatever," and pumped my dick harder.
"OH GOSH!" I flooded her mouth, she continued to suck and jerk allowing me to feel every bit of my orgasm. She swallowed my seed and giggled again.
"Oh Gosh!" She teased with an exaggerated little kid voice. "Seriously babe, say fuck, just for me just one time." She continued.
"Fuck," I whispered under my breath.
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" She winked.
"Thanks, I think I needed that more than I realized. I know it's a lot of pressure on both of us, but it is my sperm that's the problem. I wish we could afford in-vitro or something, but I just don't see how we can make that work."
"I know babe, I am so thankful you've been doing everything you can. You know my mom has the inability to mind her own business, she wants us to come over this weekend, she says my Bestemor (grandmother) has some old-world tricks. Can you humor her and just let her do whatever she has in mind, we won't hear the end of it till we do." She asked
"I guess, but I am not standing naked in a field at midnight drinking some goat blood or something." I laughed, but Miri didn't seem to find it funny.
"Look I know my family isn't like yours, but you'd be surprised at what my people know that modern science doesn't."
The weekend came, and we packed our overnight bags and headed out. Miri's family only lives about two hours away, so even on the weekend traffic to get out of town it doesn't take long to get there.
We pulled up to their property, a quaint piece of land with large trees, overgrown brush, a little pond I am certain is filled with leaches, and a large old house surrounded by several trailers, campers, old cars, and junk. Most of Mir's brothers and sisters live on the property, except for her oldest brother. Her grandmother also lives in the main house, and there are usually at least a couple of other relatives or friends or people in need staying with them.
The family greeted us as we pulled up and it was a swarm of people hugging, kissing, and laughing. "Buna, Buna ziua, buna!"
"Buna," I replied back feeling like I had finally nailed my pronunciation and accent. Miri spoke a little Romani, her mother more Romani than English, and her grandmother spoke very little English. Her Bestemor was actually her mother's grandmother and looked every bit as old as dirt.
Mir's father was a blunt man, you always knew where you stood with him, but he also always seemed to be keeping a secret, like he was certain he was the smartest man in the room, even though he never finished high school and never really had a career as far as I could tell.
"William," He greeted, always using my full name, he gave me a strong embrace, and a kiss on each cheek.
We made our way inside and the women made their way to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner, while the men stayed outside playing horseshoes, smoking, drinking, and bragging about their latest ventures, schemes, and money-making ways. Mir's brothers all contributed to the family funds, even her little 8-year-old spent most of his time collecting cans and finding junk bicycles to restore and sell.
That evening long after dinner, Mir's mom called us to the kitchen. Her grandmother was sitting stoically on a wooden stool hovered over a bubbling pot, mixing various herbs and liquids together.
"I've told Bestemor about your infertility issues," She said with an accent that would suggest growing up speaking another language. "My Miri, says you have a problem with your manhood." She said and reached out cupping my junk. Startled, I jumped back a bit.
"Mother!" Mir called out, "It's not like that, it's his sperm, not his manhood." She said upset by the misunderstanding.
"Well, Bestemor tells me she has a recipe that her grandmother swore by." She said and spoke to the old woman in Romanian for several minutes, her frail old voice croaked and screeched as she talked.
"She says, that when she is done you apply some on the member and then drink the rest. Both of you. While ..." She stopped and talked in Romanian again, "While intertwined as one." She talked with her hands putting her finger inside her fist on the other hand suggesting intercourse.
"Mom!" Miri said harshly.
"What, you are married yes. And want to have children yes?"
"Yes mama"
