I was a lucky man when I married my beautiful wife but I was always worried about the fact I have such a small cock and I feared she would one day have enough of me. In this era of post-feminism it was especially difficult as my inadequacy was forever being rubbed in, different ways. I also secretly liked the idea of her fucking other men and i would masturbate about it. It become more and more of an obsession with me and I was on fire inside with insecurity, jealousy when she talked to big built men and a craving to be cuckolded. Eventually it got to the stage where it was making me ill and she confronted me about my silences and withdrawal form socialising. I told her the truth and to my surprise she was fine with it. She told me that she was frustrated and unhappy sexually and had not known what to do about it as she loved me. We agreed that she would cuckold me but she moved so quickly I was hurt by her response but also aroused. She set us up a profile on a swinging site (not this one) and posted asking to meet hung, cuckold bulls. I began to have second thoughts and asked her to delete the account but she refused and told me that she could not live this way any more and even though she loved me she would divorce me if I would not let her see another man for sex. We got a massive response, mostly from people who were in no way cuckold bulls but just men looking for a quick fuck. After a few days though she told me she had found someone who was what she was happy with and that we would meet him on the coming Friday. She showed me his photo and it was someone I knew from work, whom I did not get on with at all. I pointed this out to her and she said she was aware of who it was and that he was the one she wanted to meet. Again she told me flatly that if I spoiled it for her, then I could go away for the weekend and not be allowed to be present. My wife had very swiftly found her dominant side and she was glowing, as someone who uses negotiation in her job, she also knew she held the power for many reasons; not least that my small cock was rock hard thinking about it. She swapped numbers with him a d they chatted on the phone, she was flirty and giggly. She then asked me to buy her some new lingerie, so I took her out and she chose some pink stockings and suspenders and a basque and also I bought her new shoes. I also spoke to Carl myself on the phone, just to 'break the ice' and it was so humiliating. My wife also sent some pictures of her pussy that I had taken for our profile. I could not stop wanking when she told me that. On Friday night I had one last attempt to get her to back out and not meet him but it failed and we drove to the pub near the sea that is not too far from us. It was winter and therefore quiet. My wife looked so beautiful in a short, black dress and the little coat she had over the top. Carl was waiting in the bar, he was 40 then, 5 feet 11, stocky, with a bald head apart form shortly cropped, ginger hair around the sides. he was wearing a white, short sleeved shirt and tight black trousers. he beamed at my wife and then hugged her and bought us both a drink. We went and sat in the conservatory area which was empty and has secluded seating at intervals. When I tried to sit next to my wife he told me to sit on the opposite side and my wife sat next to him. He touched her hair, told her how beautiful she is and that he had always fancied her. he was surprised and delighted that we were a cuckold couple and that he had a fair bit of experience. He kissed, her gently and then with his tongue in her mouth and my wife began to moan with pleasure, holding on to his big shoulders. He then told me to go away and not come back for twenty minutes and I obeyed, standing, miserable and rock hard at the bar. I came close to crying. When I returned he they were sitting with their arms around each other and I could tell that he had been feeling her tits and fingering her by the way her clothes looked. She was totally turned on. 'Okay Pete,' he said, 'V has explained everything so I am coming back to your house to fuck her on front of you because it's what you want isn't it?' I nodded. They got into his car together and followed me back. When we got in I poured us all a drink and the Carl ordered me to pull my pants down. I actually went red but my wife told me if I didn't then I would not be allowed to watch. So I pulled them down and he laughed at me, telling me it was the smallest cock he had ever seen and he was going to give my wife the fucking of her life. He took off her dress and then went down between her kegs on the sofa and started licking her out. he also spread her holes wide and tongue fucker arse as well. She was so excited and began to spread herself. He then ordered me to take off his shoes socks, trousers and pants. His big arse was in my face and I could see the thickness of his cock root and his big, low hanging ball bag. He pulled my wife on to his face as he lay on the floor and she began to suck him. He was big, about eight inches and thick. She was loving it as he got his tongue in her holes. He stood then and told me to take them up to our bedroom. He still had his shirt on and that big cock was rock hard. I led them up the stairs and he got my wife on her knees on the bed and ate her holes for ages. Finally, she was begging for him to fuck her and he gently slid in. I shouted about condoms but my wife told me to shut up. He went faster and faster, I could her the liquid of her pussy sloshing after a while as she gushed all over him. When he came he fucked her harder and harder as she called out his name and begged for his sperm. His legs were shaking as he shot his load in her. He pulled out, pushed me across to the bed and pushed my face into my wife's stretched pussy and said, 'Clean up.' They slept together but left the door open a crack so I could hear. They also turned the bedside lamp back on, whenever he woke up and wanted her again. It went on all night and again on the early morning. I knew it would never go back to the way it was and my sore, little cocklet that had come every time they had, was oddly happy.