Cucked in Translation

Cucked in Translation:

This story won't be for everyone, it has themes that might be described as unusual. Small penis humiliation, penis shrinking, cuckolding, cheating, voyeurism, and the plot is driven by a fantasy spell. No part of this is to be taken seriously, it's meant to be fun and a creative writing exercise for myself. Also, I have included two endings to this story - sort of a chose your own adventure.

Miri and I have been together for a few years and married just over two years ago. She's a sexy Romani, she's about 5'5, slim build, firm 32 C's, with dark wavy hair, beautifully thick but well-shaped eyebrows, and looks a bit like Mila Kunis, but it was her free-spirited way of viewing life that attracted me to her the most. She's the first in her family to get a formal education, and her background was so different than mine it felt a bit like a 90's sit-com setup, the bohemian Gypsy woman and the white-bread, upper-middle-class boy.

I'll admit we've had our share of comical cultural moments, sans the laugh track, but we've also had a few real issues when it comes to our backgrounds. The wedding was a nightmare, her parents and my parents just didn't mix, and in the end, we wound up with a very small outdoor wedding, and then a month later we had to have a large celebration at my parent's church.

But for the most part, it was fun, exciting and we genuinely loved one another. The most important value we shared was that of family. It took her side of the family a while to accept me, but once they let you in - you're really in and in for life. Almost immediately after our wedding in fact at the wedding, her folks were encouraging us to have children, it's a huge part of their culture and while I respect that, we really weren't in a hurry - and while her culture somewhat frowned on it, Miri was on birth-control pills, but we decided at our first anniversary to go ahead and start trying for a child.

I was now two years into my job, had good benefits and we were a little more stable. Miri was an art and music teacher at an elementary school, she loved being around the kids and always dreamed of having a family of her own one day. She told me while we were dating that she wanted six kids and that she had grown up with 8 brothers and sisters and wanted to have a "smaller family." While I had grown up with just one sister, six seemed a little too much, but first, she needed to get pregnant.

Several months passed without getting pregnant, so we went to a fertility specialist, her eggs were good, her uterus was in good shape, but my sperm was "lazy." She gave us some suggestions on how to improve the mobility of my sperm and we did everything that we were told to do. Three more months went by and still no pregnancy.

"Will," Miri said, "I know it's not your fault." She comforted me after yet another month of keeping track of ovulation cycles, another month of vitamins and dieting, cold loose underwear, and doing all the things we were supposed to do.

"Maybe, we need to stop trying so hard and learn to just enjoy one another again" She offered. We were standing in the bathroom with another negative pregnancy test in the trash. She took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, passionately. Sex had become so mechanical lately, timed just right, it lost its fun factor. I kissed her back and allowed my hands to trail down her back to her nice ass.

I cupped my hands around her bottom and lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around me and I carried her to the bed.

"No sex," She whispered, "let's just have fun." She reached between us and unfastened my pants and pushed my shoulders instructing me to lay back. Miri pulled my pants off, and slowly peeled my old-man boxers down. My 6-inch cock was barely hard, as she took me into her hot mouth, sucking my head and swirling her tongue around me.

"Gosh that's good" I huffed in appreciation. My dick quickly expanded to its full state. I've never had any delusions about my size, I am no porn star, and while if I could add an inch or two I would, but I also know I am perfectly normal.

Miri lifted my dick out of the way and pleasured my balls with her mouth and tongue, slowly, playfully toying my dick with her hands. It felt so good to feel her on me like this, we had been so focussed on getting pregnant she hadn't blown me in months.

"Oh Jeez!' I shouted.

"Oh Jeez," She mimicked back with a laugh. Miri always made fun of my alternative cussing, it wasn't acceptable in my home to swear or use the Lord's name in vain, so Jeez, Gosh, and dang was about as raunchy as I got.

"I am cumming Mir!" I warned her. We had been together a long time now, and she didn't mind me cumming in her mouth, but all of my girlfriends before her hated it, and so I got in the habit of giving a warning - something else she frequently teased me about.

"Patasti," Was her nonchalant response in Romanian, the best I could understand it meant - "no problem, take it easy or okay whatever," and pumped my dick harder.

"OH GOSH!" I flooded her mouth, she continued to suck and jerk allowing me to feel every bit of my orgasm. She swallowed my seed and giggled again.

"Oh Gosh!" She teased with an exaggerated little kid voice. "Seriously babe, say fuck, just for me just one time." She continued.

"Fuck," I whispered under my breath.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" She winked.

"Thanks, I think I needed that more than I realized. I know it's a lot of pressure on both of us, but it is my sperm that's the problem. I wish we could afford in-vitro or something, but I just don't see how we can make that work."

"I know babe, I am so thankful you've been doing everything you can. You know my mom has the inability to mind her own business, she wants us to come over this weekend, she says my Bestemor (grandmother) has some old-world tricks. Can you humor her and just let her do whatever she has in mind, we won't hear the end of it till we do." She asked

"I guess, but I am not standing naked in a field at midnight drinking some goat blood or something." I laughed, but Miri didn't seem to find it funny.

"Look I know my family isn't like yours, but you'd be surprised at what my people know that modern science doesn't."

The weekend came, and we packed our overnight bags and headed out. Miri's family only lives about two hours away, so even on the weekend traffic to get out of town it doesn't take long to get there.

We pulled up to their property, a quaint piece of land with large trees, overgrown brush, a little pond I am certain is filled with leaches, and a large old house surrounded by several trailers, campers, old cars, and junk. Most of Mir's brothers and sisters live on the property, except for her oldest brother. Her grandmother also lives in the main house, and there are usually at least a couple of other relatives or friends or people in need staying with them.

The family greeted us as we pulled up and it was a swarm of people hugging, kissing, and laughing. "Buna, Buna ziua, buna!"

"Buna," I replied back feeling like I had finally nailed my pronunciation and accent. Miri spoke a little Romani, her mother more Romani than English, and her grandmother spoke very little English. Her Bestemor was actually her mother's grandmother and looked every bit as old as dirt.

Mir's father was a blunt man, you always knew where you stood with him, but he also always seemed to be keeping a secret, like he was certain he was the smartest man in the room, even though he never finished high school and never really had a career as far as I could tell.

"William," He greeted, always using my full name, he gave me a strong embrace, and a kiss on each cheek.

We made our way inside and the women made their way to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner, while the men stayed outside playing horseshoes, smoking, drinking, and bragging about their latest ventures, schemes, and money-making ways. Mir's brothers all contributed to the family funds, even her little 8-year-old spent most of his time collecting cans and finding junk bicycles to restore and sell.

That evening long after dinner, Mir's mom called us to the kitchen. Her grandmother was sitting stoically on a wooden stool hovered over a bubbling pot, mixing various herbs and liquids together.

"I've told Bestemor about your infertility issues," She said with an accent that would suggest growing up speaking another language. "My Miri, says you have a problem with your manhood." She said and reached out cupping my junk. Startled, I jumped back a bit.

"Mother!" Mir called out, "It's not like that, it's his sperm, not his manhood." She said upset by the misunderstanding.

"Well, Bestemor tells me she has a recipe that her grandmother swore by." She said and spoke to the old woman in Romanian for several minutes, her frail old voice croaked and screeched as she talked.

"She says, that when she is done you apply some on the member and then drink the rest. Both of you. While ..." She stopped and talked in Romanian again, "While intertwined as one." She talked with her hands putting her finger inside her fist on the other hand suggesting intercourse.

"Mom!" Miri said harshly.

"What, you are married yes. And want to have children yes?"

"Yes mama"

"Then do as she says." The older woman scooped some of the slimy mixture into two wooden bowls. We grabbed the potions and turned to head up to our room.

"No. Here." The old woman coughed. "Here. Words I have." She motioned her hand over her throat.

"There is a ritual, a blessing, she must say over you." Miri's mother said.

"Fine," Mir said, "Please Will, just... please." She begged with her sultry brown eyes highlighted by a metallic green eye shadow. She was wearing a traditional white bohemian top and flowy skirt. She reached under her and pulled her panties down and off and stood hunched over a kitchen chair with her butt arched up toward the opposite wall waiting for me to come around and enter her, right here in front of her mother and grandmother.

"You owe me," I shook my head and took my position. I lifted her skirt and licked my fingers spreading her out. Miri's mom placed a bowl in front of Miri and handed me the other. I unfastened my pants and pulled my dick out. Being in this awkward situation I was afraid it would be difficult to get hard, but to my surprise, I quickly inflated. I took a small scoop of the mixture that looked a little like pesto, rubbed it on my penis, and slid it inside my wife's pussy.

"Oh!" She muttered, "It's very warm."

"Drink. Drink." The older woman said. Miri and I both drank the solution. It honestly wasn't bad, with a bit of a lemon and honey taste.

"Stay." Her grandma said. I kept my dick inside my wife, and suddenly I felt a tingling and a warmth washing over my dick. The older woman spoke a rhyme over us, over and over again.

"What are you doing?" I asked Miri, it felt like she was stroking my dick inside her.

"I am not doing anything,"

"Do you feel that?"

"Are you okay?"

"Oh my. Oh no. Mir, I am going to cum."

"We're not even moving?" I looked down and verified she was right, but it felt like my dick was being licked by a hundred little tongues.

"Oh GOSH, OH GOSH!"

"Oh gosh," She teased back, and her mother giggled. I grabbed Mir's hips and bucked inside her filling her with my cum.

Her bestemor spewed a flurry of Romanian, but her mother seemed upset at what she said and the two went back and forth for several minutes while I stayed almost glued to my wife.

"Mother?" Miri asked,

"Oh my Miri, bestemor is very old, and her hearing is not so good."

"What's happening, mama?"

"She thought you two were having a problem with infidelity, not infertility. And the potion is meant to stop him from cheating on you."

"Well, I've never cheated on her so that's not really a problem is it?" I asked.

"She says that the potion will keep you faithful by making you unwanted." She turned back and spoke to the old woman and she responded back with something followed by a hand motion of holding her hands out and bringing them closer together.

"Miri and William, I am so sorry. She says your manhood will wither until your wife has been satisfied by another man." Miri stood up and looked down at my dick, I was still rock hard but my 6-inch prick was now a 3-inch nub sticking out.

The room started spinning and the last thing I remember was looking into my wife's teary eyes. The next thing I know I am waking up in bed at her parent's house. I don't open my eyes but I can hear my wife and her two sisters in the room talking.

"Oh Mir, so is it going to stay like that?" I heard her sister Lipa ask.

"I don't think I could live with a small dicked man." Her other sister, Dacia spewed, she had never seemed to like me, and it didn't help that she often caught me staring at her ass and Lipa's tits. "Honestly, I always that you could do better."

"Bestemor said it will grow back to normal, but only after I sleep with another man, and then he'll have to cum inside me while I am still full with the other man's cum." Mir explained, and my heart beat faster.

"Uh Mir, he's getting hard," Lipa said, and then I realized I was naked laying there in front of my wife and her sisters.

"Are you awake?" Mir asked and nudged me. I pretended to wake up from her touch.

"What?" I said opening my eyes and acting confused. Miri was sitting on the edge of the bed, Dacia was standing next to her looking down at me, and Lipa was at the foot of the bed.

Dacia was the younger of them just over 18, she's a bit shorter with a broader frame, wide hips with a thick ass. All three of them have dark hair, and they dress in a similar traditional Romani style. While I love my wife, her sister Lipa just edges her out to be the more attractive, her thicker lips, and slightly larger breasts, make her a bit sexier in my opinion.

"How long have you been awake?" Mir smiled calling me out.

"Why am I naked?" I asked grabbing the pillow beside me and covering my now small hard dick.

"I think it turned him on to hear us talking about his tiny dick." Dacia teased.

"No... I didn't hear anything... what?" I stammered unconvincingly.

"Well, Will, after the potion did its thing you passed out and threw up all over yourself. Dacia and Lipa helped me get you up here, undressed, and cleaned you up. I am so sorry about your penis." She finally offered sincerely.

"So it wasn't a dream," I hung my head down and moved the pillow aside to look at my shrunken dick. And as I did Dacia grabbed the pillow and pulled it away from me so they could all see it. There it was, about the size of my thumb, my little dick was sticking up and obviously aroused.

"It's so small!" Dacia laughed, "Like a bald mouse."

"What happened to my hair?" I asked realizing I was completely smooth.

"It's part of the spell," Mir explained placing a hand on my upper thigh. "I think it's cute," My wife defended, "small and cute like a puppy." She reached up and slowly traced the size with her fingers.

"Careful Miri, small ones don't last long." Lipa said, "You remember Stefan, my old boyfriend? He had a tiny 5-inch dick, and he could never last more than a few pumps. I finally asked bestemor for some help, she said the problem is small dicks have the same number of nerve endings as large ones, but since they're smaller they're closer together and so more sensitive. She gave him a potion that made him last longer, but he was still too small for me." She smiled and sat down beside me on the other side of the bed.

"Well he's usually twice this size," Miri said.

"Well," Lipa reached out and measured my dick with her fingers, "so like five or six inches? Still not very big."

"Is there anything your grandma can do to fix this?" I cried.

"Mama and bestemor are looking for a way to reverse this, they're going back through some of the old books, and have reached out to other witches."

"Witch! She's a witch?"

"Not like broom riding and cackling witch, well maybe a little cackling. But, not like you're thinking." Miri said, and went on to explain that many older Romanian women practice some level of spell casting and potion making, usually it's just using herbs and roots, and some ritual prayers. But, some, like her grandma have some real power, but the older they get the weaker they get. It may take some time for her to regain her strength enough to change this, even if she finds the right potion and spell.

"Or you can just follow the spell," Lipa added, "Miri, you could have sex with another man and then have sex with Will." We sat there letting that sink in for a minute.

"What if it doesn't work?" Miri asked.

"Will!" Dacia chuckled, and I realized I was playing with my little dick tugging on it with a couple of fingers and thumb.

"Oh Gosh!" I muttered.

"Oh Gosh," Miri repeated like a reflex, "Sorry, I shouldn't tease. What's it like?" She asked.

"It feels so small, but, like Lipa said, also really sensitive," I shared. Miri reached over and felt my little dick taking it in her hand and closing her fist around it, completely covering it.

"Oh JEEZ," I shivered.

"Wow, it really is sensitive isn't it?"

"I want you so bad Mir, I want to stick it in you." I frowned.

"Oh my little boy," She pouted sympathetically, and then slid over straddling my lap she hiked her skirt and sat down allowing me to slip inside her. "Are you in?"

"Yes," I grimaced, holding her hips and bunny fucking her loose cunt. "Oh Jeez, Oh JEEZ, UHHH" I erupted within seconds.

"Oh my god, Will." Miri laughed and sat down beside me exposing my little damp dick.

"Oh no!" I grunted as a strange tingle shot threw me, I looked down and watch as my dick shrank again, now only about half the size of my thumb and still hard.

"Mama!" Miri called out and Dacia darted out of the room to find their mother. Moments later Dacia came back pulling their mother's arm dragging her into the room.

"It shrank again!" Miri said.

"Oh no, did you let him cum?"

"Yes, I just felt so sorry for him," Miri admitted.

"No, you must not do that, he will shrink in half every time he cums. He must only be allowed to cum in you and with his seed mixing with another man's." She warned.

"Oh Jeez, Miri, is this going to happen every time?"

"I am telling you, follow the spell," Lipa said again.

"No, we're trying to get pregnant she can't get filled with another man." I bellowed.

"It's either that or see how small it can get." Dacia smiled devilishly. "I think it would be funny to see you with a tiny 1/2 mouse dick."

"Mama, are you finding anything? Do you think there is any way to reverse this?"

"Oh my fiica (daughter) we haven't found anything yet, but we'll keep searching. But until then, as much as I hate it, Lipa is right. Follow the spell." She caressed her daughter's hair and face.

"Mir... I can let you have Petru for the evening." Dacia sheepishly offered her boyfriend to my wife.

"I... Will? What do you think?" Mir stuttered.

"Maybe we can wait a little, let's give your mom and grandma more time to find a solution."

"Okay my love," Miri looked down at my tiny nub. "But, it's my fault, I shouldn't have made you do this, and if I can fix it, If I have to degrade myself with another man, I'll do that for you."

Her mother left, and I grabbed my shorts and tee from my bag, not minding the sisters in the room. They stuck around talking about my little dick and their experiences with other men.

"So what's the biggest you've sacked?" Lipa asked the room.

"Oh Fuck, Lipa. Be Sensitive." Mir said.

"That's easy, Petru." Dacia answered proudly, "I've never measured or anything but with both hands on him he still sticks out a few inches at least, and he's too thick for me to reach all the way around.