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Apologies for the delay in posting this update. I know it’s been a few weeks and a few people have been messaging for an update and to ask if I am ok.It takes quite a lot out of me writing as it can be emotional revisiting old memories, so I have written this a piece at a time when I had the emotional energy. Thank you for your concern and patience. Enjoy.
Over the next few days I worked harder than I ever had before cleaning the house. I did not know when Hannah would be coming back but I knew I did not have long. It was the work week by now and I could not chance it so I called in sick to my work to give myself 2 full days. I cleaned, scrubbed, washed, bleached, painted. I washed and valeted both cars (my wife’s car and her boyfriend’s). Meanwhile my wife was posting daily update for the world to see on social media, showing the world how they were enjoying Rome and clearly in love with each other, days out, dinners, silly stuff. They were loving it. She sent me a text with a picture from their hotel room obviously taken by him, she was standing full length in the lingerie I had bought them as a present. She looked amazing and alluring, from the pictures you could sense the sex in the air. “About to christen the lingerie you bought babes” she wrote. All I could reply was “Enjoy”.
The following day she sent me a text with a picture of her lying in bed with the covers drapped across her strategically covering her tits and pussy but showing everything else “Had the fuck of my life last night, how different from our honeymoon!” I felt a bit of cuck shame and envy reading those lines. “Hannah is popping round this evening, the house better be in good shape, also she is desperate to see your micro, so don’t be shocked if she asks, you have my permission to show her cucky”
I was taken by surprise by the last line, my wife is normally so possessive. I had to admit I had several fantasies of this nature and it was a turn on, but at the same time showing someone other than my wife my 3 incher was another barrier broken and nerve wracking thought.
About 6pm the doorbell rang and I answered, of course it was Hannah. She had come straight from work so she was in a smart office outfit, sensible skirt and top, heels not as high as my wife wears but still sexy. I noticed she was wearing very sexy ruby red lipstick. Had she made an effort because she was stopping by?
“Right you better show me around and show me you haven’t been wanking all this time”
I showed her around room to room. Each room was cleaned, vacuumed, beds made, bathroom and kitchen spotless. She made a point of going round pointing out small details that I had missed. Finally she sat down in the living room.
“It’s been a long day and I have only been doing this as a favour to XXXX”, she kicked her heels off, “make me one of your strong gin and tonics”
I did as I was asked, I have made thousands of G&Ts for my wife (and friends), so I could do it with my eyes shut. Generous dose of gin, tonic, ice and a lime added but not before running it around the rim of the glass. Hannah took a large sip and sighed “you may be useless in bed, but you make a G&T to die for” she told me.
“I must admit I am impressed, one or two spots missed but the house looks good”
“Thank you Hannah”.
“I may ask your wife if I could use you to clean my flat, don’t be surprised when the call comes’
I just blushed bright red and said that it would be an honour.
“Right I am dying to see this tiny cock of yours I have heard so much about, take off your clothes”
It was like my wife had said she wanted to see my cock and I was nervous but happy to oblige. I undid my trousers and removed them and my top. Socks next and finally the big reveal I took my pants off and instinctively covered my penis with my hands. My heart was racing, here I was standing naked in front of the woman who I had disliked (and her me) for many years.
“Come on let’s see! Move those hands!”
I put my hands at my side and Hannah gave a gasp staring at my semi hard cock, which even half erect was only 2 inches. She let out a gasp which sounded genuine.
“It really is tiny, she always said it was small but I imagined bigger. I have never seen anything so small, your poor wife”
Hannah sat back sipping her G&T just staring at it.
“XXXX used to ask our advice how to get satisfaction from a small cock but I never thought…..” she took a huge sip of her G&T leaning forwards.
“She asked your advice?” I was not aware she had shared so much with her friends. “How long ago?”
“Yes the whole group of us girls just after you two met, we recommended she tried putting a pillow under her bum” she said giggling.
I remembered her trying the pillow, so I knew this was true. My sub cuck beta juices were in full flow.
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“I have to take a picture”, she took out her phone and took several pictures of me and my micro close up in various poses. I have to say I did enjoy it, knowing she would have this hold over me forever.
“Right I need to get going, I have a Tinder date and he is better equipped than you are”, she finished her G&T and got up, stepping back into her heels handing me the empty G&T glass.
“By the way XXXX told me to pass on to you that as we’ll as an immaculate house she is expecting a welcome home present from you to both of them, something nice for her and something for him as well”
With that she stepped out the door, leaving me standing naked in my living room holding my hard (micro) cock in one hand and an empty G&T glass in the other.
The following week my wife and boyfriend moved onto the Amalfi coast and were posting pictures online of them sunbathing in a beautiful setting. There were pictures of them going on day trips to Capri and Positano, eating fish in a romantic setting. Looking at the photos made my cuck angst the worst it had ever been. I had gone down from the high of Hannah’s ‘inspection’ and now I was paying the price. There was one photo of them together in a restaurant (taken by a waiter I assume). The way she is looking at him in that photo makes it obvious she is in love with him. A short time later I had a message from a friend who had obviously seen the holiday photos, asking if I was ok. I replied fine etc etc. after a few messages exchanged he did not respond after I assured him all was well.
I did not hear from my wife all that second week. Hannah popped in one last time very quickly this time. She did a quick inspection and passed on a message from my wife telling me not to be late picking them up from the airport and not to forget buying a gift for each of them. Was Hannah now the communication link between me and my wife? She had not even messaged me all week. I dare not message her as this would be breaking our basic rules. I could only watch her social media posts liking them all and making the odd comment which she would like back. Being a cuck can be very tough emotionally sometimes, they don’t tell you that in the porn videos.
Come Saturday morning I left for the airport in our immaculate car which I had cleaned to perfection. I had some flowers ready to present to my wife and a crate of expensive craft beers for the boyfriend as a thank you to him for giving her what she needs romantically and sexually.