Good Things Come In Small Packages

My somewhat cataclysmic (but not unwelcome) descent further into 'sub-space' continued unabated. The knowledge that Kylie had, at the very least, allowed another guy to kiss her and to fondle her breasts made my stomach flutter. The fact that her elder sister now knew that Kylie could fuck whomever she pleased and about the slow demise of my pecker added greatly to the degrading thrill and sheer carnal humiliation that I was experiencing. The sensation was almost like a drug that I could now no longer use simply for recreation - I was rapidly becoming an addict.

Michelle visited Kylie and I later that week and I could now perceive an extra sharpness to Michelle's smile, and what was almost a shrewd sparkle in her eyes. The pair made no overt mention of what had happened the previous weekend, but there was definitely a heightened sexual tension in the air. At one point I thought I saw Michelle glance down at my crotch, and her smile flared slightly; I don't know where my blood rushed to the fastest - to my face or to my cock.

Kylie informed me that she had accepted Michelle's invitation to go to the nightclub on the forthcoming Saturday night. And so I spent another apprehensive week as the sexual anticipation grew inside me with each passing day. Kylie found another way to heighten my angst; she refrained from any sexual activity for the whole week, telling me with a sexy grin that she wanted to be 'ultra frisky' on Saturday night.

The week slowly ticked by. On Saturday evening Kylie once again groomed herself and dressed to perfection prior to her departure. I glanced at her smooth shapely legs under her miniskirt, and my imprisoned cock twitched.

Kylie called for a cab again, and as she waited she sat with her sexy legs crossed. Just looking at her curvaceous thighs made my heart flutter. The cab duly arrived and tooted in the driveway. Kylie arose with a mischievous smile, and she beckoned to me.

"Kneel down," she told me. I did as she asked, and I looked up at her face. She reached down and lifted her mini-skirt to ****** her lacy panties.

"Kiss my pussy." she commanded. I quickly obliged, thrusting my face into the apex of her thighs and pressing my lips fervently to her screened labia. I had to fight the urge to slide my tongue out and lick her cunt through the thin material. Her delicious feminine aroma assailed my nostrils.

Kylie grinned down at me. "Good boy," she said, backing away and sliding her skirt back down. "I might be home a bit later than last week, little one. But I'm sure you'll wait up for me." She uttered a soft chuckle.

I clumsily got to me feet, and she kissed me. "I might call you later on tonight if I get a chance. See you when I get back, Lover." she said.

My mouth was dry. "Okay. Have fun."

Kylie smiled. "I will, little one - count on it!" With a final wink, she departed to her awaiting cab.

Once again I spent a slow night running all sorts of erotic visions through my head, wondering what my wife was doing. More than once I had discovered that I had absentmindedly reached down to finger the smooth metal tube that cocooned my manhood.

At 10:30 the telephone suddenly trilled. To my surprise the display on the telephone wasn't showing Kylie's cell phone number - it was Michelle 's cell phone number instead. I pick up the receiver with fluttering fingers.

"Hiya, sweetie!" my sister-in-law beamed. She had always called me 'sweetie' for as long as I had known her. I could hear heavy music thumping in the background. My sister-in-law carried on. "Kylie asked me to give you a call to let you know that she might be home a little later than she thought." There was a slight hesitation before she continued. "She said to tell you that the friend she met here the other week is here again, and that tonight she might spend a little more time with him."

My heart did a double-thump. "Yep, okay." I replied in a tight voice. My cock gave a startled but delighted twinge inside of the tube. Obviously Kylie had put Michelle up to calling me, and I had no doubt that Kylie knew what it would do to me. I gripped the receiver tighter.

Michelle spoke on after another short pause. "Kylie tells me that you've given her your permission to have a little fun."

"Yeah - I have." I replied. I knew my cock was having a little fun: it was leaping merrily into life, pressing tightly against its metal prison.

"As a matter of fact, " my sister-in-law continued, "My little sister has told me a lot about the lecherous little game you guys are playing. She's always had a wild streak, and so I'm not surprised." Michelle seemed to become a little bolder. Her voice was tinged with a slightly alcoholic slur. "So - it really excites you to think of Kylie with another guy?"

"Yeah," I replied. A little voice in my head told me that I couldn't be having this conversation - but I was.

Michelle giggled briefly. "Well, as Kylie has apparently told you, my ex-hubby and I used to play a similar game, and it used to drive Brian wild as well. He told me that it was the biggest turn-on of his life to watch me with another guy. Except his dick wasn't locked up at the time, like yours is. I bet that's making it a lot more intense for you, sweetie."

I swallowed. "Uh-huh." I replied in the affirmative.

Again Michelle's quick laugh tinkled in my ear. "It also used to drive Brian nuts that the guy we used to swing with was a little bigger - you know what I mean?"

"Yes," I answered. The saliva was rapidly evaporating from my mouth. "He had a bigger cock than Brian."

"That's right." Michelle responded. "And it used to drive Brian crazy - but in a kind of good way. Kylie tells me that the thought drives you crazy, too."

My hand shook as it held the receiver to my ear. Michelle had always been one to speak her mind, and her tone had now taken on an air of almost flirtatious teasing - perhaps aided by the alcohol she had consumed. My cock hardened further inside my tube. The sheer lascivious eroticism of the conversation got the better of me, and I found myself answering a little more candidly that I should have done.

"Kylie tells you right," I replied. "My hottest fantasy has always been to see her fucking a guy who has a big cock."

"A guy who has a bigger cock than yours?" Michelle inquired.

"Yes," I replied.

Michelle paused for a second or two. "From what Kylie tells me the chance of this happening gets more and more likely each month since you started wearing those little tubes of yours."

Again my heart gave a double-thump. Kylie hadn't been fibbing when she told me that she had informed Michelle about my dwindling manhood. To hear Michelle tell me that she knew about it sent a wicked wave of masochistic pleasure through me.

"That's right," I replied softly. "Kylie has told you a lot, I guess."

Michelle's fruity chuckle reverberated though the receiver. "She certainly has, sweetie. Probably a bit more than she should - but that's fine with me. I kinda like hearing about the kinky games you and my evil little sister get up to."

"What else has she told you?" I inquired softly.

"What else?" Michelle mused. "Well, she told me that you're kinda getting off on the fact that you're getting smaller. I've never heard of that kink, but I can understand how it would tie in with you imagining Kylie with a guy who is bigger than you are. Kylie also told me that you get off on me knowing that you're kinda small. Is that true?"

I choked back a gasp. Kylie had actually told Michelle that? One half of me squirmed with embarrassment, but the other half nearly creamed my jeans - or my tube, in this instance.

"Yes," I confirmed quietly. My stomach tingled, and my legs felt weak. I became aware that I was now panting softly, and that my cock was again fiercely testing the confines of its metal barricade. My felt my balls retracting as though they felt a sudden chill.

"My, my!" Michelle chirped. "You are a kinky little boy, aren't you?" She laughed softly again. "Well, I do know - so if that floats your boat, then that's fine with me. Kylie even told me that if I really wanted to wind you up, then I should tease you about it!" Michelle's sensual little giggle floated down the phone line. "But I'm not that evil - yet!" she added.

"Jesus Christ," I blurted. My embarrassment had finally got the better of me. "Kylie really shouldn't have told you all that stuff. I'm really sorry, 'chelle." My voice trailed off.

"Don't apologise!" Michelle interjected smoothly. "Like I said - I really enjoy hearing about the games you and my kinky little sister are playing, sweetie! It sounds like you two are having a grand old time playing them. I'm a lot more open-minded than you realise, and I can think of a few kinks that are a hell of a lot worse than yours, sweetie! So don't sweat it." Michelle paused for a moment, and then added: "Anyway - I might be able to help you and my frisky little sister, in more ways than one."

"What do you mean?" I asked. My fingers clenched the receiver even tighter.

"Well," Michelle replied. "If Kylie decides that she wants to spend a little time alone with that guy she met - David is his name, by the way - then she'll want to go somewhere a little more private. David has already told Kylie that his housemate is apparently having a bunch of his friends over at their apartment tonight, so I guess that kinda rules out his place. As you know, I have a spare bedroom in my apartment. I'm sure Kylie would appreciate me letting her and David use it for an hour or two."

I practically jumped and uttered a low moan. "Jesus, don't tell me that!" I croaked.

Michelle giggled softly once more. "Aww, are you getting frisky, sweetie?"

"I have been frisky all night," I replied. "But hearing things like that just make it worse."

Michelle laughed. "Think of it as your sister-in-law helping out! Well, I better head back inside and see what my horny little sister is up to. Is there anything that you want me to tell her?"

I swallowed again. My mouth was dry, and my hand trembled as it held the receiver. "Yeah," I replied. "Tell her to have fun."

Michelle's soft, purring giggle echoed down the phone line. "Okay - I'll let her know. Take care sweetie, and be a good boy until your wife comes home! By the way - Kylie also told me that you love being her sexy little slave! I think that is hot, too! If you were my little slave, I would have a lotta fun with you as well! Bye!" With a final tinkling laugh, Michelle rang off.

I stood panting as I held the now silent receiver. My hard-on pressed impatiently against the metal tube. The surreal nature of the conversation washed over me like a lecherous wave. Would Michelle aid her sister in cuckolding me? Was Kylie really going to hook up with that guy she met?

I slowly sat down, my whole body tingling as I realised that within the next hour or two I might become a cuckold - for real. One small part of me flared with anxiety and jealousy - but this was swept brutally aside by a feeling of sheer carnal lust at the thought of my sexy little wife finally spreading her shapely legs for another man. To my shock I found that I was silently cheering her on, hoping that Kylie would make use of Michelle's spare bedroom.

I glanced at the clock. The night had a long way to go.