My lovely wife Paula and I met in college, and our marriage has been loving and compatible, lacking only in the sexual area.

I have always been self-conscious about my small penis, which measures barely four inches, and after six months or so of somewhat boring sex I asked Paula if that was the reason for her obvious dissatisfaction in the bedroom. She tried to spare my feelings at first, but finally came out with the truth. “Yes, honey,” she told me. “I can’t help it, I really do miss having a nice long cock inside me.”

Instead of being angry or offended, which was what she expected, I took her in my arms and told her that I understood, and that if she wanted to take on a well-hung lover for physical satisfaction, it would be all right with me. After that I went down on her, and she seemed to be especially turned on, coming no less than three times. Afterward she thanked me for being such a sensitive and understanding husband.

Her first lover was Tim, a salesmen she’d met at her office. He was a tall, handsome guy in his early 30s, and when Paula told me she had slept with him, I felt an unexpected surge of excitement. When I asked if it was good, she replied blissfully that it had been absolutely wonderful, and that she planned to do it again. Seeing my reaction, she smiled and said, “Does the thought of his big cock fucking me turn you on?” And when I admitted that it did, she added, “Then you won’t mind if I bring him over here next time.”

That same Friday Tim slept with my wife in our bedroom, while I lay awake on our living room couch, jerking off as I listened to the two of them going at it upstairs; Paula’s cries of passion and fulfillment ringing in my ears.

The next morning, after Tim had gone, I again asked her how it had been. With a seductive smile she made me follow her into our bedroom, saying, “Let me show you.”

Pulling off her nightgown, Paula reclined languorously naked on our double bed. With her gorgeous ass elevated on a pillow, she spread her long legs, exposing her wide-open pussy and her dark pubic hair, richly matted with come. Stretching her arms luxuriously above her head and wriggling her ass, she sighed delightedly, “Mmmm, just look what he did to me!”

As I stared she slowly raised her eyes to mine and softly asked: “Do you like what you see?” Then, eying the small but noticeable bulge in my trousers, she laughed again. “Ooh, it seems like you do.”

When I said nothing, she went on. “Honey,” she murmured softly, “my pussy is so stretched out and tingly from Tim’s big dick. Why don’t you soothe it with your tongue?”

For a moment I couldn’t move. Then, almost in a trance, I got on the bed and moved between her legs. The smell of her sex was so intense I felt light-headed. Paula reached down between her legs, lightly scooped up some of Tim’s cream with her fingers and pressed it to my lips. “Open wide,” she chuckled teasingly. She was so sexy I couldn’t resist. I opened my mouth, taking in her fingers and sucking them clean. A moment later I was avidly eating her out, lapping up not only her wetness, but the residue of the thick come her lover had deposited deep within her.

“That’s it, honey,” she laughed, grinding her pussy against me. “Clean out my pussy. Do a good job, and maybe next time I’ll let you watch!” With my tongue deep within her, I replied by letting out a loud groan of arousal.

As a reward for being so sensitive and understanding, Paula allowed me to masturbate on her feet, which I had always adored. After I came all over them, she raised her come-spattered toes to my mouth, and I sucked each one clean in turn. As I did this she aroused me further by telling me all about Tim’s big cock, how perfectly shaped it was, and how huge. She then went on to describe how he had fucked her in a number of positions, for hours and hours. Talking about it turned her on as well, and she pulled my face back between her legs, grinding her pussy hard against my mouth until she came once more, bucking and screaming.

The next time Tim came over, Paula asked him if it was okay for me to watch. Tim said he didn’t mind as long as I kept quiet.

In the bedroom, the two of them stretched out on our bed, and Paula directed me to give them a massage. I got some oil and carefully massaged first my wife, and then her lover. After that they began to make love while I watched. I sat in a chair in a corner and passively witnessed their action. Their lovemaking indeed seemed to go on for hours, in every position they could think of, and I sat quietly through it all, my small penis in a state of perpetual arousal.

The next morning I prepared breakfast for both of them, and brought it to them in bed, after which I was mostly ignored as they fucked some more before Tim left.

After that Paula came up with some new ideas for me. She asked me to shave my legs, telling me that for Tim’s next visit I would be wearing stockings and a garter belt. She also presented me with a pair of high-heeled women’s pumps. “From now on,” she told me, taking things a step further, “you will answer to the name of Norma when Tim is here, and you will serve us as our maid. Do you agree?”

I couldn’t believe the unexpected burst of excitement that went through me as I wordlessly nodded my head.

“Good,” she smiled. “Now return to your housework, Norma.”

Within a few weeks I was wearing a complete maid’s outfit, my face done up with light eye shadow and makeup, my nails painted cherry red.

One evening, as Tim and Paula were lying side by side after a heavy session, my wife called me over. “Make yourself useful,” she said, and grinning widely, slowly spread her legs. I lowered my head between her thighs. “Wait!” she called out. “Say please.”

”Please,” I breathed, my heart pounding with lustful excitement.

“Please what?”

My throat was dry, and I was trembling slightly. “Please let me clean your come-filled pussy, Mistress,” I said hoarsely.

Paula seemed pleased. “You may.”

I lowered my head, and spent the next 40 minutes gently tonguing and cleaning my wife’s stretched and well-fucked pussy. I must have swallowed a full cup of her lover’s sperm in the process. But he had deposited so much semen in her that it had overrun her pussy and poured down the crack of her ass. When I meekly pointed this out to her, she turned over and spread the cheeks of her ass, and I eagerly spent the better part of the next half-hour with my tongue deep in her anus.

In the weeks following, we fell into a comfortable routine. Dressed in my maid’s outfit, I would watch as my wife and her lover fucked. Then I would be called on to service them both with my tongue. First I would delicately lick and suck Tim’s cock clean, then his balls. Following which, I would proceed to thoroughly clean my wife’s tender pussy.

Meanwhile my submissive relationship with my wife was evolving in other ways as well. I did all the housework and cooking now, and attended to her slightest need. She was earning enough money at her job for the two of us, so she insisted I quit my job to devote myself exclusively to being her full-time maid, a position for which I was required to pluck my eyebrows and to remain in permanent full drag as Norma. I served her in every way, and we were both blissfully happy.

Eventually Paula got tired of Tim and began to take on other lovers. All of them have had big thick cocks, and all of them have enjoyed having me serve them when they screwed my wife. I have now reached the point where I desire nothing more than to be an eternal slave to my wife and her lovers. It may sound strange, but the truth is, I have found my destiny.

— N.P., Sandusky, Ohio