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Rosie’s Story
It had all started so innocently. Both Jon and I were quite happily married with no real worries. It wasn’t an exciting marriage and it was much the same as my own mother and fathers. Very comfortable and very settled.
Jon was not a very big man and neither was he demanding. I remember telling my mother about him and she had told me “You are a very lucky girl Rosie.” She was right. It was a little boring but a I was lucky.
I worked in a small office in a local factory and it came as a bit of a shock when the Senior Clerk a man called Ron started to take an interest in me. Some of the systems were being changed and to be honest I was finding it difficult and worried in case I would lose my job.
Old Ron was marvellous. Nothing was too much trouble. I felt so grateful. As he went over and over the print outs, I would stand at his side as he explained everything in detail. A few times his hand wandered around my back and squeezed my bum. It made me giggle.
We also talked about things and I told Ron that my husband was a very nice man but not very romantic. He never took much interest in the clothes I wore or anything like that.
Actually I had sensed that sometimes my knickers had been removed from the bathroom and had mysteriously reappeared a few days later. It made me giggle but it wasn’t important so I didn’t say anything. I mentioned this to Ron who smiled.
Ron had been married for almost 30 years to his wife Martha We had met them on special factory occasions and liked them. Although Martha was about 60 she was very bubbly and friendly. Jon thought she was really lovely when she fussed over him.
I had always been a little on the plump side but he told me that I had a nice full figure and when I wore my tight white blouse and short skirt I looked a million dollars.
On some days I would be working in Ron’s office, and on those days I would deliberately wear my white blouse and put on my shortest skirt.
My husband hardly noticed but old Ron did and said lovely things to me. He even told me that he liked my panties. It made me giggle. Jon never said anything like that to me. PIC
Anyway to cut a long story short, Ron started to take liberties with me. It wasn’t all his fault as I really liked him and he had been so helpful to me with the new IT systems. It seemed a way for repaying him. Apart from that I liked helping him.
I realised that I was going over the top with my help when he pulled his penis out in the office and I played with it for him. It was something of a revelation as he was huge. Until then I hadn’t realised that my husband was so small.
Whoever said that size doesn’t matter didn’t know what they were talking about.
It wasn’t only one way as it was lovely when he had his hand up my skirt and was rubbing my panties between my legs. PIC
This went on for a few months and I started to do more and more outrageous things for him. He would tell me the things that his wife had refused to do. I felt wonderful to be able to please the old man.
Then Jon went away for a few weeks to a job in Sweden. It meant that Ron would take me home every night and I would give him tea and a lot more.
I felt guilty, and when my husband returned I made a great effort to arouse him by wearing little nighties and stockings and suspenders and really made an effort.
Jon was aroused to some extent, but I was fully aware how small he really was so it affected my attitude somewhat. I think that my husband must have known about his deficiency as he started to make all sorts of excuses for his size.
This affected me. I felt ashamed of myself and started to cry. Jon was wonderful. He let me have my cry before gently encouraging me to tell him my worries. I told him about old Ron and all that had happened.
His first reaction was anger. He fully intended to go into my factory and really sort old Ron out. It made my tears flow even faster. I must have sounded pathetic when I pleaded “If you do that Jon, I will lose my lovely job and so will old Ron. It would be a catastrophe. And don’t forget his wife Martha. You liked her.”
He could see how upset I was and his natural kindness took over. “Of course I wont Rosie. I don’t want to upset you and besides Old Ron has Martha to care for, it would be in a terrible situation.”
I felt so much in love with my darling husband. He was such a good man. I wanted to make it up to him. I reached down and felt between his trousered legs and was amazed. He seemed much bigger than I ever remembered in the past. Before I knew it I was being pushed over the table and the back of my skirt pulled right up over my waist.
In two minutes my panties were around my ankles and to put it very crudely he was up me. I had never experienced such ferocity. His penis was still relatively small but it really was as stiff as a rock.
Jon had always been a considerate man, but now he just couldn’t do enough for me. He made ma a nice cup of tea and brought out some cream biscuits. I felt really cosseted and cared for. The change from an average caring man to a devoted loving husband was fantastic. It made me wonder what had brought about this change. I had an idea but I wanted to be sure.
I snuggled up to him and teased “I am so sorry Darling, please forgive me. I know I have been a Naughty Wifey. I promise I wont let him feel my breasts again. He is only an old man after all.”
As I said those words I could see Jon’s trousers starting to tent up again. I knew my initial thoughts were right. The words and the unusual situation was exciting him.
Jon looked at me lovingly “I don’t think you have been too naughty Rosie. It must be difficult working in close contact with a nice old man like that. How old is he anyway.”
I spoke casually “He is almost 60 now so it doesn’t matter. He told me that his wife is the same age and he is too big for her.”
Jon’s voice faltered “That is unfortunate Rosie. Was he very big? I know I am small. How much bigger than me?” I was sure now.
Again I just spoke casually “He is very big and it doesn’t matter how much bigger than you Jon. I love you.”
His voice was quite croaky now “You are a lovely wife Rosie and we love each other so much, but I really would like to know how big Old Ron is?” He was quite insistent.
I didn’t say any more “I simply delved into my handbag and brought our a picture of Old Ron showing off his prime asset to me. PIC
Jon just squeaked “Christ Rosie, its magnificent for an old man.”
I thought the word ‘magnificent’ rather strange and I detected no criticism in my husbands voice so I just spoke normally “Yes he was massive. Some days it was even bigger than that.”
I noticed my husband wriggling a bit and adjusting his trousers. His excitement was obvious although he was trying to hide it. To be honest this was a new experience for me. It was exciting. What was nice was that I was talking to my own husband. It seemed all above board.
Jon was studying the picture very studiously and then asked “Did he get you to do lots of things with it Rosie?”
I nodded but replied cautiously “That is over now Jon. You are my husband. I only want to do things you want and what you tell me.”
Jon looked pleased but said “I know that Rosie but I really want to know.”
“But it will upset you Jon and you will blame me.”
He sounded almost panicky. “It wont upset me Rosie. I really want to know everything. I wont blame you but please tell me everything. I really need you to tell me.”
He was pleading with me. I was certain now. I could enjoy myself.
“ OK Jon. Every Thursday we had to do the Bank Audit and had to go to a private locked room. The first thing was that he always wanted to see my knickers. I used to pull my dress up and stand in front of him.” PIC
“Did he like that. Did he do anything then?”
“He used to feel my panties between my legs.”
Jon was partly touching himself and breathing heavily “Did you have to do anything Rosie?”
I nodded “I always had to stand with my legs open so that he could feel my better.”
“Did it hurt you Rosie?”
I knew he wanted the truth so I shook my head and said “No Jon. It was lovely. I was excited.”
Jon groaned and I could see he was squeezing himself.
He muttered “What about his penis?”. We were both enjoying this conversation.
I felt quite confident “He liked me to put it in my mouth.”
Jon didn’t ask whether I had agreed or not. He simply gasped “Did you like having the old man’s magnificent cock in your mouth Rosie. Did you suck it for him?” PIC
I nodded. Jon was squeezing and rubbing himself now.
His imagination was in full flow as he gasped “It must have been wonderful Rosie to have an old man’s beautiful prick in your mouth. Did he cum. Was it a lot more than me. Did he spunk in your mouth. Did it taste nice.”
There were so many questions. Jon was almost asking me to belittle him. The answers were so obvious and I even exaggerated and spoke rudely about Old Ron’s huge prick being twice as big as Jon’s and that his spunk was like a river compared to my husband.
They were the answers that Jon wanted and he was almost delirious with excitement and gratitude.
The next few days were a little awkward we didn’t discuss it any more and no more sex. We were both a bit confused and worried. We both loved each other but this was a lot to handle. We went out for dinner with friends on the following Saturday we had a good time with a few drinks and we were relaxed and both of us felt comfortable.
He broke out a scotch for himself and a g and t for me and we sat together on the couch and just snuggled up. I knew Jon had to raise the subject of what had transpired but tried to be subtle and caring.
“Are you OK darling, you not unhappy are you ?” I took a moment “Of course not I am just concerned we are playing with something here which is truly exciting but dangerous. I just want us to be OK with it that’s all. I have stopped Ron, doing things to me now. He was disappointed but understands how you feel. He and Martha really respect you Jon. I think he has told Martha what has been happening. She wasn’t upset and really wanted to know how you felt.”
He kissed me gently and then said quietly “I like him very much Rosie. They are a lovely old couple. I know that Ron liked it but do you think Martha liked it as much as I did, when you told me?”
I dithered a moment before answering, then I came out with it. “Martha liked it in exactly the same way as you did Jon. She thinks you are a lovely man and would like to see more of you. She thinks you are so gentle and sweet and have a really pretty face.”
John gasped. My panties had been taken from the bathroom that morning and I wondered if he had them on.
He then said “It appears that no one is hurt Rosie, so there isn’t any need to stop things. I would like you to carry on being nice to Old Ron. Would you mind telling me what happens every night.”
I smiled “Of course I will Love.”
As I spoke I reached down and squeezed him. He was still very small but as hard as a rock.
It had all started so innocently. Both Jon and I were quite happily married with no real worries. It wasn’t an exciting marriage and it was much the same as my own mother and fathers. Very comfortable and very settled.
Jon was not a very big man and neither was he demanding. I remember telling my mother about him and she had told me “You are a very lucky girl Rosie.” She was right. It was a little boring but a I was lucky.
I worked in a small office in a local factory and it came as a bit of a shock when the Senior Clerk a man called Ron started to take an interest in me. Some of the systems were being changed and to be honest I was finding it difficult and worried in case I would lose my job.
Old Ron was marvellous. Nothing was too much trouble. I felt so grateful. As he went over and over the print outs, I would stand at his side as he explained everything in detail. A few times his hand wandered around my back and squeezed my bum. It made me giggle.
We also talked about things and I told Ron that my husband was a very nice man but not very romantic. He never took much interest in the clothes I wore or anything like that.
Actually I had sensed that sometimes my knickers had been removed from the bathroom and had mysteriously reappeared a few days later. It made me giggle but it wasn’t important so I didn’t say anything. I mentioned this to Ron who smiled.
Ron had been married for almost 30 years to his wife Martha We had met them on special factory occasions and liked them. Although Martha was about 60 she was very bubbly and friendly. Jon thought she was really lovely when she fussed over him.
I had always been a little on the plump side but he told me that I had a nice full figure and when I wore my tight white blouse and short skirt I looked a million dollars.
On some days I would be working in Ron’s office, and on those days I would deliberately wear my white blouse and put on my shortest skirt.
My husband hardly noticed but old Ron did and said lovely things to me. He even told me that he liked my panties. It made me giggle. Jon never said anything like that to me. PIC
Anyway to cut a long story short, Ron started to take liberties with me. It wasn’t all his fault as I really liked him and he had been so helpful to me with the new IT systems. It seemed a way for repaying him. Apart from that I liked helping him.
I realised that I was going over the top with my help when he pulled his penis out in the office and I played with it for him. It was something of a revelation as he was huge. Until then I hadn’t realised that my husband was so small.
Whoever said that size doesn’t matter didn’t know what they were talking about.
It wasn’t only one way as it was lovely when he had his hand up my skirt and was rubbing my panties between my legs. PIC
This went on for a few months and I started to do more and more outrageous things for him. He would tell me the things that his wife had refused to do. I felt wonderful to be able to please the old man.
Then Jon went away for a few weeks to a job in Sweden. It meant that Ron would take me home every night and I would give him tea and a lot more.
I felt guilty, and when my husband returned I made a great effort to arouse him by wearing little nighties and stockings and suspenders and really made an effort.
Jon was aroused to some extent, but I was fully aware how small he really was so it affected my attitude somewhat. I think that my husband must have known about his deficiency as he started to make all sorts of excuses for his size.
This affected me. I felt ashamed of myself and started to cry. Jon was wonderful. He let me have my cry before gently encouraging me to tell him my worries. I told him about old Ron and all that had happened.
His first reaction was anger. He fully intended to go into my factory and really sort old Ron out. It made my tears flow even faster. I must have sounded pathetic when I pleaded “If you do that Jon, I will lose my lovely job and so will old Ron. It would be a catastrophe. And don’t forget his wife Martha. You liked her.”
He could see how upset I was and his natural kindness took over. “Of course I wont Rosie. I don’t want to upset you and besides Old Ron has Martha to care for, it would be in a terrible situation.”
I felt so much in love with my darling husband. He was such a good man. I wanted to make it up to him. I reached down and felt between his trousered legs and was amazed. He seemed much bigger than I ever remembered in the past. Before I knew it I was being pushed over the table and the back of my skirt pulled right up over my waist.
In two minutes my panties were around my ankles and to put it very crudely he was up me. I had never experienced such ferocity. His penis was still relatively small but it really was as stiff as a rock.
Jon had always been a considerate man, but now he just couldn’t do enough for me. He made ma a nice cup of tea and brought out some cream biscuits. I felt really cosseted and cared for. The change from an average caring man to a devoted loving husband was fantastic. It made me wonder what had brought about this change. I had an idea but I wanted to be sure.
I snuggled up to him and teased “I am so sorry Darling, please forgive me. I know I have been a Naughty Wifey. I promise I wont let him feel my breasts again. He is only an old man after all.”
As I said those words I could see Jon’s trousers starting to tent up again. I knew my initial thoughts were right. The words and the unusual situation was exciting him.
Jon looked at me lovingly “I don’t think you have been too naughty Rosie. It must be difficult working in close contact with a nice old man like that. How old is he anyway.”
I spoke casually “He is almost 60 now so it doesn’t matter. He told me that his wife is the same age and he is too big for her.”
Jon’s voice faltered “That is unfortunate Rosie. Was he very big? I know I am small. How much bigger than me?” I was sure now.
Again I just spoke casually “He is very big and it doesn’t matter how much bigger than you Jon. I love you.”
His voice was quite croaky now “You are a lovely wife Rosie and we love each other so much, but I really would like to know how big Old Ron is?” He was quite insistent.
I didn’t say any more “I simply delved into my handbag and brought our a picture of Old Ron showing off his prime asset to me. PIC
Jon just squeaked “Christ Rosie, its magnificent for an old man.”
I thought the word ‘magnificent’ rather strange and I detected no criticism in my husbands voice so I just spoke normally “Yes he was massive. Some days it was even bigger than that.”
I noticed my husband wriggling a bit and adjusting his trousers. His excitement was obvious although he was trying to hide it. To be honest this was a new experience for me. It was exciting. What was nice was that I was talking to my own husband. It seemed all above board.
Jon was studying the picture very studiously and then asked “Did he get you to do lots of things with it Rosie?”
I nodded but replied cautiously “That is over now Jon. You are my husband. I only want to do things you want and what you tell me.”
Jon looked pleased but said “I know that Rosie but I really want to know.”
“But it will upset you Jon and you will blame me.”
He sounded almost panicky. “It wont upset me Rosie. I really want to know everything. I wont blame you but please tell me everything. I really need you to tell me.”
He was pleading with me. I was certain now. I could enjoy myself.
“ OK Jon. Every Thursday we had to do the Bank Audit and had to go to a private locked room. The first thing was that he always wanted to see my knickers. I used to pull my dress up and stand in front of him.” PIC
“Did he like that. Did he do anything then?”
“He used to feel my panties between my legs.”
Jon was partly touching himself and breathing heavily “Did you have to do anything Rosie?”
I nodded “I always had to stand with my legs open so that he could feel my better.”
“Did it hurt you Rosie?”
I knew he wanted the truth so I shook my head and said “No Jon. It was lovely. I was excited.”
Jon groaned and I could see he was squeezing himself.
He muttered “What about his penis?”. We were both enjoying this conversation.
I felt quite confident “He liked me to put it in my mouth.”
Jon didn’t ask whether I had agreed or not. He simply gasped “Did you like having the old man’s magnificent cock in your mouth Rosie. Did you suck it for him?” PIC
I nodded. Jon was squeezing and rubbing himself now.
His imagination was in full flow as he gasped “It must have been wonderful Rosie to have an old man’s beautiful prick in your mouth. Did he cum. Was it a lot more than me. Did he spunk in your mouth. Did it taste nice.”
There were so many questions. Jon was almost asking me to belittle him. The answers were so obvious and I even exaggerated and spoke rudely about Old Ron’s huge prick being twice as big as Jon’s and that his spunk was like a river compared to my husband.
They were the answers that Jon wanted and he was almost delirious with excitement and gratitude.
The next few days were a little awkward we didn’t discuss it any more and no more sex. We were both a bit confused and worried. We both loved each other but this was a lot to handle. We went out for dinner with friends on the following Saturday we had a good time with a few drinks and we were relaxed and both of us felt comfortable.
He broke out a scotch for himself and a g and t for me and we sat together on the couch and just snuggled up. I knew Jon had to raise the subject of what had transpired but tried to be subtle and caring.
“Are you OK darling, you not unhappy are you ?” I took a moment “Of course not I am just concerned we are playing with something here which is truly exciting but dangerous. I just want us to be OK with it that’s all. I have stopped Ron, doing things to me now. He was disappointed but understands how you feel. He and Martha really respect you Jon. I think he has told Martha what has been happening. She wasn’t upset and really wanted to know how you felt.”
He kissed me gently and then said quietly “I like him very much Rosie. They are a lovely old couple. I know that Ron liked it but do you think Martha liked it as much as I did, when you told me?”
I dithered a moment before answering, then I came out with it. “Martha liked it in exactly the same way as you did Jon. She thinks you are a lovely man and would like to see more of you. She thinks you are so gentle and sweet and have a really pretty face.”
John gasped. My panties had been taken from the bathroom that morning and I wondered if he had them on.
He then said “It appears that no one is hurt Rosie, so there isn’t any need to stop things. I would like you to carry on being nice to Old Ron. Would you mind telling me what happens every night.”
I smiled “Of course I will Love.”
As I spoke I reached down and squeezed him. He was still very small but as hard as a rock.
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