Mindy's Moving Day - CFNM Ch. 01 free porn video

Author's Note: Humiliation, CFNM and pegging lie ahead! I've had this idea for a while about an adventurous married couple on the edge of opening a new chapter in their married life. I hope you enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it!




On her first day in town, Debbie and I were Mindy's only friends. The professional moving company hired by Mindy's employer did as little as required. They placed furniture, stacked boxes labeled "Kitchen" or "Bedroom" in the correct room and left a small pyramid of unlabeled boxes stacked in the living room. Mindy raked her fingers through her long brown hair and sighed. It was a gesture I had seen her do a dozen times since the parade of boxes had begun.

"Hey, we got this," Debbie said, giving her old college roommate a reassuring hug.

"My Sharpie went dry," Mindy apologized as she gave the stack of boxes in the living room a frazzled look.

"It's okay," I said, wrapping my arm around her other shoulder and adding my own hug. Her tiny frame felt as small as a bird but I knew she wasn't fragile. Like Debbie, Mindy had been a college athlete. She was a bundle of lean muscle and I could feel the tension in her shoulders.

"Thank you," she said, stepping away from our dual hug and bending over to open the nearest mystery box. I admired the view as she bent at the waist and tore through the tape. Her tight workout pants hugged her tiny ass.

"Stop it," Debbie chided, catching me staring and nudging me.

"Stop what?" Mindy asked, still bent over and looking over her shoulder.

"He's checking out your ass," Debbie laughed.

"That's okay, I've been checking out his ass, too," Mindy laughed and returned to rummaging inside the mystery box. She was as used to my debauchery as Debbie.

"Only mine?" I asked. It was an open joke that I always assumed there was more to Mindy and Debbie's relationship than college athletics and being former roommates.

"Still don't swing that way," Mindy said without turning around.

"Make yourself useful and unpack something," Debbie said with a playful shove.

"You already know what I want to unpack." I grabbed Debbie's tight butt. What I said hadn't make much sense but Debbie still laughed.

"I heard you prefer when she's doing the packing," Mindy joked and it was good hearing some cheer returning to her voice.

It felt funny pawing through another person's belongings, especially when you're a dude and the other person is a chick. I offered to start in the kitchen. "He should be good at that," Debbie agreed. "He's a little sissy bitch in the kitchen."

"You're only saying that because I like wearing your apron," I laughed. "And because I think I look good in pink."

"Does he still use your Flicker razor to shave his balls?" Mindy asked Debbie.

"Actually, I use it on him. And I shave more than just his balls."

"Wow, talk about your basic inability to keep a secret," I groaned. Mindy's joke about the Flicker razor dated back to college when Debbie and I were still dating. As a competitive swimmer, I kept my legs shaved. Unlike a couple of guys on the swim team, I only had to shave my legs. Terry Williams was a furry fuck of a team member who regularly had gotten his chest waxed. Had I once used Debbie's razor to shave my legs before a meet? Yes, I had. Did I ever shave more than just my legs? It wasn't uncommon among swimmers. Why stop? Besides, everyone knows swimmers get more girls. Swimmers are lean and muscular and women love our sexy, smooth bodies. Since college, I've worked hard at keeping my physique. I swim multiple laps every morning and coached two collegiate swim teams with a couple very promising, young athletes.

I organized Mindy's kitchen, finding and unpacking her toaster, blender and food processor. Once I found her teapot, I boiled water, emptied ice trays and refilled them. Boiled water freezes faster and produces crystal clear ice cubes. I washed silverware, plates, dishes and bowls before putting them away. Debbie was right about my comfort zone in the kitchen. I once worked as a sous chef and knew my way around a kitchen.

Debbie clung close to Mindy as they set-up Mindy's new bathroom and bedrooms. There was a constant stream of giggles that ranged from silly to naughty sounding. It sounded good and reminded me of college and overnights at our place whenever Mindy came to town. In college, I had learned when you're dating a girl with a roommate; you're dating her roommate, too. I still think that's true and know women will share secrets guys would never share. I kept my distance, even offering to do a grocery store run for Mindy for staples. I bought an easy dinner I could make and loaded up with wine, too.

I returned to girls carrying empty boxes to the trash and the transformation of Mindy's new space into something closer to a home. The small pyramid of unlabeled boxes remained stacked in the living room and would stay there until after dinner. We ate, laughed and polished off a bottle of wine. "He really is handy to have around, isn't he?" Mindy noted as I opened a second bottle and topped off their glasses.

"He's my little kitchen bitch," Debbie teased. I grabbed a handful of her short hair, playfully pulled her head backwards and planted an upside-down kiss on her lips.

"I will always be your bitch," I said.

"I love your hair," Mindy gushed. "How long has it been short?" Debbie had changed to a short page-boy cut last week and I was in love with the look.

"You don't think it makes me look like a teenage boy?" Debbie asked, expressing the same concern she had shared with me the day she came home with the new do.

"Teenage boys don't have boobs like yours." Mindy was right. Though she remained fit and lean, Debbie had added a few pounds since college and gained extra curves. Her breasts had expanded from barely filling a c-cup to overflowing a d-cup bra. Her ass, still firm and fun, had turned into a round, bubble butt that looked great in jeans, shorts and even better in those tight fitting yoga pants so many women wore.

"I said the same thing!" I called from the kitchen space.

"Says the guy who spends his weekends getting wet with teenage boys," Debbie cracked.

"And girls!" I reminded her. "I picked up the girls' team for this year, too." Debbie knew that, but I wasn't sure Mindy did.

"Mm, I wouldn't mind getting wet with a bunch of teenage boys," Mindy giggled.

"Most of them are twenty or older," I called.

"Shut up and let a girl enjoy her fantasy." The girls laughed and carried their wine glasses into the living room to attack the remaining boxes.

Debbie insisted each box was emptied before a new box was opened. "Everything has a place. Let's find it," was her system. I joined them, presenting them with an unlabeled box and waiting as they moved around the apartment putting things away. "Enjoying yourself?" Debbie asked as I sat and waited before opening a new box.

"It's a great show." I tracked Mindy's backside as she walked past before retrieving a new box.

"Yeah it is," Mindy said as I bent to pick up the new box. I wiggled my ass before picking up the box. "Careful, you don't know what I might want to do to that ass."

I laughed and carried the box to the coffee table. After tearing back the tape, I opened the flaps and started laughing even harder. Shoved on top a pile of clothes sat a long, fat dildo. It was flesh colored with an accurately shaped head and vein lines running down the shaft. It included a ball sac, too. "Maybe you should have labeled this box," I said, reaching inside and pulling out the toy. That's when I noticed the rest of the surprise. It wasn't just a dildo, it was a dildo attached to an elaborate series of straps.

"Oh fuck!" Mindy squealed, making a play for the toy. I quickly tossed it Debbie. She deftly caught it and started laughing.

"Now this is interesting," Debbie said as she held the toy against her crotch with the fake cock jutting out from her. "And what are these?" she asked, noticing the straps.

"Looks like a strap-on," I needlessly said.

"Steal my clothes and fuck me running," Mindy groaned, red-faced, laughing and pushing back her long brown hair the same way she had while the movers were filling her apartment with boxes. "That goes in the bedroom."

"Yeah, but who is it for?" Debbie asked, laughing and fiddling with the straps. She quickly figured out the strapping system, stood and stepped it as if pulling on a pair of panties. The straps fit easily over her tight workout pants and she began laughing harder as she rubbed the dildo as if she were a man jerking off.

"Oh wow," I said before catching myself. Seeing Debbie sporting a long, fat dick sent an instant thrill through me. I quickly tried putting a safer spin on things. "Does Mindy have a girlfriend?"

"No," she said in a flat, vaguely angry tone. "I don't play with girls." She gave me a sinister looking smirk and my knees suddenly felt weak.

"Hers is much bigger than yours," Debbie crowed, still stroking and playing with the fake cock she wore. Thankfully, Debbie's words could be taken more than one way.

"Yeah, but I'm not made of latex," I covered, grabbing the front of my running shorts for emphasis.

"I meant the one I use on you," she corrected, throwing me so precisely under the bus that I could feel every tire bouncing over me.

"Oh really?" Mindy asked, no longer looking pissed or embarrassed. "Do tell!"

"Go ahead, honey. Tell Mindy how you like it up the ass," Debbie giggled.

I felt the heat in my face as I blushed. I couldn't be angry at Debbie. She was half-drunk and giddy from too much wine. I was the one who had bought the wine, bought more than one bottle and had kept her glass full.

"Please do!" Mindy said. She leaned back on her couch and waited for the full details about how Debbie and I played in the bedroom.

"Ha-ha," I said without humor. Debbie had let go of the toy and was swinging her hips back and forth. The big, heavy dong swayed from side-to-side. It was hypnotic and I forced my eyes from Debbie to Mindy. I had to get back on top of this situation before it got out of hand. I tried turning it back around on the skinny girl with the great ass. "I'd rather hear about why you own such an impressive toy."

"Are you sure you want to know?" she asked. Her sly smile and the thinly veiled threat in her tone worried and excited me. Debbie and I had our bedroom secrets; at least, I thought they were secrets. Was I giving too much away by staring at Mindy's toy while Debbie gyrated her hips? I couldn't help it. Did it show that I was trying to avert my eyes? Debbie was having too much fun wearing the big toy.

"We should get a big one like this," she said. She worked her hips until the toy swung in a lazy circle and looked proudly at her accomplishment. "Check it out!" Debbie giggled and I realized she might be more than half-drunk. "And I like these extra straps, too. Mine only has one set of straps."

"You mean his, don't you?" Mindy asked with raised eyebrows and a happy smirk on her face. I groaned and began wishing I had worn something more substantial than running shorts. The tight fitting Lycra and Spandex shorts hugged my body too tightly. If the change in the front of my shorts continued, I wouldn't be able to hide it.

Debbie pointed the toy at me. She was back to caressing its length. "Blow me," she giggled.

"You're drunk," I said.

"I still want a blowjob," she replied. "Don't you want to give it a try?" I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Aw, come on. Show Mindy how good you suck rubber dick."

"Cooks, cleans AND sucks rubber dick?" Mindy laughed. "Now I can see why you married him!"

"Don't be fooled by that swimmer's body, he's still my little bitch," Debbie laughed. "If you had some lube, I'd prove it to you."

"Should be some in the box," Mindy said.

"You're not helping." No way was I poking around inside another of Mindy's cardboard boxes. I tried a different approach with my wife. "Why don't you give the toy back to your friend and we can finish helping her unpack."

"I want to do some packing of my own," Debbie said and howled with laughter. Mindy laughed, too. I might have laughed, except it was my ass on the line. Literally. I will admit that I squirmed.

"Problem?" Mindy asked, clearly enjoying my predicament. It wasn't as if we were hiding anything from her, despite my attempts to keep it on the down low.

"He's probably getting excited," drunken Debbie snorted. "And hungry." She waved the toy at me. "Is my strong little sissy hungry for some tube steak?" It would have been so different if we were doing this in the privacy of our home, alone.

Debbie had moved in with me after graduation and had found a dildo in my drawer. She had asked whose it was; convinced I had a girlfriend on the side. My only defense had been telling the truth. She didn't believe me until I gave her a demonstration. Our dildo play had grown since that day and I always assumed my love for being humiliated and pegged had been our secret.

"Tell me you've gotten some good use out of this," Debbie asked her friend.

"Not yet," Mindy sighed. "I bought it after . . . well, you know." Debbie nodded that she did. "But I haven't found the right guy yet." I quickly realized the part Mindy had left out included Debbie telling her about our play.

"You told?" I asked, more shocked than angry.

"Why not? It's fun and you love it so much, don't you?" Debbie turned back to her friend. "So you still haven't used it on anyone?"

"I've shown it off a couple times but I haven't used it. All the guys I know are afraid of it."

"You're not afraid of it, are you?" Debbie asked me, moving around the coffee table in my direction.

"Stop it," I said as my heart raced and I fought against popping a boner in front of Debbie and her friend. I couldn't stop staring at the jumbo sized love toy strapped around my wife's waist. Couldn't she guess what this was doing to me? She knew how excited I got seeing her wearing our toy. Sometimes, I would come home from work and I'd find her walking around the house wearing our toy. She'd tease me with it and I always knew my place. Without a word, I would get naked so Debbie could see how excited I was. It was all part of our game, our foreplay before I would kneel buns up on our bed and Debbie would ream my ass with our toy.

She stood next to me, rubbing the toy as if jerking off. She gave my ass a squeeze. "Lick it," she told me without a hint of drunkenness or play in her voice. I looked into her deep blue eyes, searching them for a hint of a smile and knew I wasn't going to find one. Debbie's blue eyes turned deep blue whenever she was horny or angry. I looked at her set jaw and quickly knew which she would be if I didn't do as I was told.

"Please, baby," I begged.

"Do it, sissy," she snapped before grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me to the big toy hanging from her waist.

"Holy fuck!" Mindy laughed.

The situation had changed. What had started out as accidentally finding an embarrassing sex toy while helping Mindy unpack had transformed into something different, something new. Debbie had pulled my hair before, but not like this. I could blame the wine, except that didn't feel right. Hell, when we were alone in our home, I liked when she commanded me to suck her toy. Calling me a "sissy" was an open joke between us that sometimes slipped out in public, like earlier when she had referred to me as her "little kitchen bitch." Debbie enjoyed teasing and humiliating me before fucking my tiny, tight ass. Putting on a show for Mindy made it different.

"At least kiss the tip," Debbie said in a kinder, more reasonable voice. Everything about her tone suggested that she would let go of my hair and stop showing off for her friend if I did as she asked. Mindy's toy dangled and drooped from its weight. I was right next to it. Debbie wiggled her hips, the toy lightly tapped my face and both girls giggled while Debbie gently urged me, "Just the tip, okay?"

Why shouldn't I, you know? It wasn't as if we were still hiding my secret, right? I cradled the dong in my hand, raised it to my lips and gave its lifelike head a single kiss.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Debbie asked as if I had been unreasonable with my public resistance. Her handful of hair turned into a gentle caress behind my head until I tried pulling away and then her hand became steel as she refused allowing me to stand. "I think you can do better than that," she said in that same sugary-sweet, be-reasonable tone. Could Mindy tell she was still holding me bent over? Wrestling away felt wrong but what was my other choice? Doing it again?

"Like this?" I asked. I pulled the toy's cockhead back to my lips for another kiss.

"Lick it," Debbie whispered. "You know you want to."

"Baby, please," I groaned.

"Just once, around the head, that's all." Her voice was still filled with kindness, except I knew better. We both knew better. I tried pulling away and only gained a couple inches before she stopped me. I wasn't getting away from her grip unless I used my strength and wrestled myself away. How bad would that look? She held the toy and rubbed it across my lips. "Did you want to suck the head instead?" in a voice as innocent as asking if I wanted another cookie or sip from her glass.

"No."

"Sure you do," she giggled. "Show Mindy how you're my good little sissy and suck it. You want to see that, don't you, Mindy?"

"Sure I do," Mindy sang in a delighted voice.

"See? She wants you to do it. I do, too. Just the tip," Debbie said with a downward nudge on the back of my head. The toy was already against my lips. All I had to do was open my mouth, that's it. Part my lips and I would be doing it. I would look like a cock-starved sissy sucking fake cock in front of my wife and her best friend. I tried turning my head away. When Debbie wouldn't allow it, I opened my mouth, the cock of Mindy's toy flexed and landed against my tongue. Debbie's demeanor changed quickly as my mouth was filled.

"Do it, bitch," Debbie growled in the stern, commanding voice formerly reserved for the privacy of our home. She held my head with both hands, rocked her hips and fed the toy deeply inside my wet, eager mouth. "Suck it, sissy. Show Mindy how much you love that fake cock!" Debbie pushed hard and her friend's fatter, longer toy hit the back of my mouth. I gagged and Debbie laughed. "That's it, bitch! Choke on it. Choke on that fat cock!"

"Damn," Mindy purred. I couldn't see her but it sounded as if she was enjoying the show. "That's hot as hell."

"Told you he liked it," Debbie said, still rocking her hips back and forth. "Get on your knees," she told me. "Do it right."

The taste and feel of latex against my tongue shot through me and destroyed my resistance. My head spun and I felt my face blushing deep red with embarrassment. Even worse, I was growing hard. Shit, that's not true. I wasn't growing hard, I was hard! My hard-on had started before that first kiss. I had lost control over my manhood when I first kissed that damn toy. I dropped to my knees, wrapped one hand around the fuck-stick Debbie wore and began sucking it like a crack whore in need of a fix.

"I think someone is hard," Mindy laughed.

"Aw, does this make the sissy-bitch hard?" Debbie asked with a delighted song in her voice. "Let me see, too." When I didn't move, Debbie put a foot on my chest and pushed me backwards. I caught myself with my hands behind my back and wound up kneeling in a yoga-like position with my pelvis pointing up and outwards. I glanced down at the embarrassing shame of my hard cock trapped beneath a layer of Lycra and Spandex. My condition could only be more obvious if someone drew a fluorescent orange circle around the telltale bulge and shown a spotlight on it. Or, if I was naked.

Debbie wore sensible flats on her feet for the job of helping Mindy with her move. Without heels, Debbie was as tall as me. In her "fuck-me" pumps, she towered over me. I guess it didn't matter much since I was kneeling on the floor. She was still towering over me. She put her soft soled shoe on top of my hard-on and rubbed it.

"Sissy bitch needs to take off his panties," she cooed. I wasn't wearing panties, not today. I was wearing running shorts and nothing else. I had panties I sometimes wore for her. Technically, they were her panties, but once I wore them, she wouldn't wear them again.

"Please don't," I moaned and already knew it was a wasted effort.

"Let Mindy see how hard you get sucking dick."

"Please," I whimpered, embarrassed, humiliated and more aroused than any other time in my life.

"Show Mindy your little clitty," Debbie said, back to standing in front of me and caressing the long, fat toy she wore.

I'm six inches when I'm hard. I know that's around average. I know I'm better endowed than some men and less so than many others. Debbie's toy was bigger than me. Mindy's toy was a porn sized giant. I could understand why Mindy might have had a difficult time finding a man who wanted to play with her big toy. In her lust and zeal to have what Debbie had, she had over-bought. Compared to Mindy's toy, my hard prick was a little clitty.

"Can he get all the way naked?" Mindy asked. I risked looking at her. She was on the edge of her couch and wearing an excited looking smile. Her eyes were wide as they danced over my body.

"He loves being naked," Debbie said. That was mostly true. I did spend a lot of time naked. I also spent a lot of time naked except for the panties she would make me wear. Even if we weren't playing with our toy, Debbie liked seeing my hard-on stuffed beneath frilly panties with a thong back to them. Debbie straddled me, fed the fake cock back inside my mouth and laughed as I dutifully sucked without objection. "He likes wearing panties, too."

"Should I get some?" Mindy offered.

"I think naked is good enough," Debbie said, staring down at me with a happy smile on her face. She was having fun and my hard-on made it clear that I was, too. "Strip, sissy."

I started with my running shorts. Hooking my thumbs beneath the elastic top, shoved them off my legs and exposed my hard cock to Mindy. I had to pull away from the cock inside my mouth before I could pull my t-shirt over my head. Without being told, I went right back to sucking on it. Of course I was shaved between my legs. I was shaved everywhere; around my cock, my balls and between my asscheeks, too. I kept my legs shaved, a holdover from my days as a competitive swimmer. Sometimes, Debbie shaved me. Mostly, I was expected to keep myself shaved for her.

Debbie caressed my cheek before pulling away. "Mindy still needs unpacked," she said.

"It can wait," she offered.

"No, we need to finish, starting with that box. He can work like that, can't you, bitch?"

I nodded that I could.

"Good, why don't finish unpacking that box?" Debbie said with a nod to the box where I had found Mindy's strap-on. "Maybe she has some other goodies in there, too." The remainder of that box was filled with clothes that fit into dresser drawers, except for a small plastic bag that held a couple different tubes of lube. "We should save those." I put them on the coffee table before carrying an armful of clothes into Mindy's bedroom.

"You really do have a cute ass," Mindy said as she followed behind me. Inside her room, she took the armful of clothes from me and gave my hard cock a long stare before shoving the clothes into their drawer. "Does it hurt being that hard?"

"It aches," I admitted. "In a good way."

"I'll say," she agreed with a big smile and went back to the living room where Debbie had collapsed the empty box. She sat and told me to grab another box. As she took a sip from her full wine glass, I realized she hadn't had as much to drink as I had thought earlier. Each bottle I had bought held 750 ml. If I included the two glasses I had enjoyed, what I had used while cooking and what remained in their glasses, none of us were drunk or even close to it. Realizing Debbie was sober made what was happening even more thrilling.

Five boxes remained before Mindy was completely moved. Two of the boxes included a menagerie of knick-knacks that turned a generic space into a home. Mindy directed me around her space as I placed one interesting little treasure here and another one there. A few times she changed her mind about an object's placement and I had to carry it across the room or reach up higher to place it on a shelf. I could guess she did it purposely. She was enjoying the show of watching me wander around her apartment in the buff with my hard-on leading the way.

I was breaking down the last box when Debbie stood and wiggled off the harness holding Mindy's dildo in place. She passed it to her friend. "Put that on," she said.

"Me?" Mindy asked, looking surprised. Debbie nodded and smiled as Mindy did it.

"Someone has to take these boxes to the dumpster and sissy-bitch is hardly dressed for it," Debbie said. Before picking up the boxes, she nodded at her friend sitting on the couch. "Give Mindy a nice blowjob until I get back." I took one step towards Mindy when Debbie stopped me. "Crawl, bitch."

Mindy laughed as I dropped to my knees and crawled towards her.

"Remember, keep sucking until I get back." Debbie collected the small stack of empty boxes and opened the front door. I was glad hearing the door shut behind her. Had we been home, I'm not sure Debbie would have bothered to shut the front door.

I played it as straight as a sissy bitch who likes to suck on fake cock could possibly play it. What I mean is, I didn't risk getting anything wrong. Debbie told me to give her dildo-wearing friend a blowjob and that's precisely what I did. I knelt between Mindy's fine legs and bobbed my head up and down the fat head of her toy as if it were the real thing.

I felt embarrassed as I worked. Other people weren't supposed to know about this, were they? It felt odd doing it without Debbie wearing the toy. It felt odder that Debbie would leave me alone with Mindy.

Mindy sighed. "It's so hot seeing you do that." I didn't say a word. I couldn't. My mouth was full of latex dick. "Ever thought about doing it for real?" I felt my cock throbbing harder and a droplet of pre-cum ooze from its slit. "I have this friend . . . He's big and black . . ."

I moaned.

"He's a bodybuilder," Mindy explained. "And I know he has a big, fat cock. It's why I bought this toy, because it reminded me of him."

I moaned again.

"Probably not a good idea," she said. "Debbie might like Leon too much and she would want a turn with him."

How long had I been naked? I couldn't be sure. An hour? Two hours? I couldn't take much more of being teased.

"But I have to think of a way of saying thank you for all this help," Mindy mused. "Do you think she would have fun watching you suck him off?"

I kept my mouth filled.

"We'll have to ask Debbie."

"Ask me what?" Debbie quizzed as she let herself back into the apartment.

"Leon," Mindy answered without more of an explanation.

"You think he'll do it?" Debbie asked, sounding very excited and I realized Mindy and Debbie must have talked about him already.

"I think so. He'll be here next weekend for the apartment warming party."

"We should invite his new swim team, too!" Debbie squealed with the joy of an epiphany. "I bet those girls would love seeing their coach sucking a big, black cock!"

I didn't gag, I choked. My reaction was ignored.

"I'm not sure he'll do it in front of an audience," Mindy pointed out. "He's not gay."

"I know, but I also know the other stories you've told me," Debbie reminded her. "From what you've said, Leon would love showing off that big, black body to a bunch of giggling white college girls."

"He does like his white meat," Mindy giggled. I had no way of knowing if Leon was real or not. It didn't matter. The biggest thrill always happens in your head and the smaller head between my legs was oozing out another droplet of clear pre-cum. Fuck, I was on a hair trigger!

"We can dress him up in his pretty panties and a pink apron. He can cook and cater for you!"

I knew Debbie was talking about me and not Leon. I groaned.

"Do you like that idea, sissy-boy?" she asked.

I kept my mouth full instead of answering. She couldn't be serious, could she? Not in front of my new swim team! How would those girls ever respect me as their coach after they had seen me wearing panties and sucking a big, black cock? But the idea thrilled me, too.

"Ready to trade?" Mindy asked Debbie.

"Is that a good idea? That ass is looking awfully fuckable to me."

"Deal!" Mindy said, laughing and pulling away from me.

"I'm serious," Debbie cautioned as Mindy squirmed out of the straps of the sex toy.

"Good!" Mindy said as she handed over the toy and pulled open the plastic bag filled with tubes of lube.

"Give that to him," Debbie said as she positioned the toy back in place over her workout clothes. "He knows how to get himself ready." Mindy handed me a tube of lube while Debbie stepped closer to me.

As we did at home, I started sucking on the big, fake cock Debbie wore while lubing my ass. Fingering my asshole in front of Mindy's bright and eager looking eyes felt especially humiliating. She wore the same fun-loving and cruel smile as my wife. I wondered how Debbie would take me and I didn't need to wonder long. She pulled the cock she wore from my mouth, pushed me towards the couch and I rested my chest against its cushions while waving my sissy ass in the air.

"I hope you left this toy wet," Debbie said as she moved behind me. I felt its tip slipping up and down between my asscheeks, collecting extra lube before she pressed it against my tight asshole. I relaxed and waited. Nothing happened. "Well?" Debbie asked. "Do you want it or not?" At first, I was confused and remained stationary, waiting for the intrusion of the big toy. "You heard me, sissy-bitch. Back it up and take it."

I was desperate and didn't care. I reached behind my back, pulled open my asscheeks and backed it up. I pushed hard and firm against the blunt head, forcing myself to relax. I felt pressure and knew without seeing that I was bending the toy because my ass wouldn't open up for it.

"Come on, you bitch!" Debbie snapped with a slap on my ass. In that instance, the potential energy of the bent toy combined with my backwards push collided and the toy sprang deep into my asshole. I couldn't stop the sharp, surprised cry from leaving my throat as I felt the toy slipping deeply inside of me. I felt filled deeper than ever before. "Good girl," Debbie said, brushing my hands away from ass and putting her hands on my waist. "That's half of it, now take the rest." She pushed forward and I thought I would pass out from the thrill of knowing there was more.

"Does that feel good?" Mindy asked. I couldn't tell if she was concerned about my welfare or playing along with the game.

"Yes," I sighed and pushed backwards for more.

"So, you like that?" she asked. I nodded.

"Sissy bitch LO-OOVES it up the ass, don't you?" Debbie sang.

"Yes," I said, though it came out as a passionate cry.

"It's why you get so hard, isn't it?" Debbie asked.

"Yes," I gushed again and thought I could feel the fake balls of the toy pressing against my balls. Had I done it? Had I take it all?

"It's so big," Mindy marveled.

"The bigger the better for my little bitch, right?" Debbie asked. I nodded my head, too lost in the thrill of the moment to make words. "Watch this!" Debbie let go of my hips. She didn't move at all. She was as solid as a rock while I did the work for her. I eased forward and backwards, still enjoying how much wider Mindy's toy spread my asshole and how much deeper it went. However, it wasn't lost on me that I was also showing Mindy how much I enjoyed having my ass filled.

"Are you gay?" Mindy asked.

"No, he's a sissy bitch who likes cock," Debbie answered for me. "And when he's not being a sissy bitch, I will sometimes let him fuck me with his man-clit. He does a pretty good job, too. And he's really good at eating pussy, aren't you?"

"Thank you," I managed, unwilling to let the compliment pass without acknowledging it. That's an element people never get about our marriage. As often as we played like this, we still had "vanilla" sex, too. And we still enjoyed vanilla sex. We just enjoyed this more. I was a whore for Debbie's strap-on, but that didn't make me a cuckold. Not yet, anyway. Maybe that would change after Leon, I don't know. IF there was a Leon and it really happened, that is. At this point, I didn't know for sure and didn't care. I was a Leon believer and that was enough.

"Ready bitch?" Debbie asked me. I nodded. I was. That's when Debbie put her hands back on my hips and began driving that big, fat dildo in and out of my ass as if we were trying to build-up enough electricity between us to jump start a failed heart. I felt the fake balls at the base of the toy slamming against my balls whenever her hips bounced off my ass. We fell into an easy rhythm punctuated by the sound of our bodies slapped together. "Take it, bitch!" Debbie teased. "Take that big hard cock up your sissy, queer man ass! Show Mindy how much you like dick in your ass!"

"Yes!" I whimpered, barely able to speak.

Debbie leaned over me and wrapped her arm around my neck as if performing a water carry rescue by an inexperienced lifeguard. A lifeguard performing a tow will put their arm across a victim's chest, not their neck. Either way, it worked. She pulled backwards and I was forced to follow her until I was kneeling against her chest. She held me against her chest and my excited, hard cock throbbed with its need for an orgasm. I saw Mindy staring gleefully at my condition.

Her eyes were locked on my hard cock as she first smiled and then began laughing. "I can't decide if that looks exciting or painful."

"Just wanted you to see how much sissy-boy enjoys it," Debbie explained before wrapped her hand around my swollen man-clit. She pulled on my dick with one hand while holding her other hand in front of my cockhead. It made sense. If she didn't catch my load, I would spray it on Mindy's couch. Except that wasn't why Debbie was doing it.

She pressed against my backside. I could feel the swells of her tits against me and there was no way for me to escape that it was a woman fucking my ass. I pressed backwards against her and the toy as she stroked me. It didn't take long. I doubt she got in as many as half a dozen strokes before I erupted. I came hard, too, shooting my creamy white spunk against the open palm of her opposite hand, coating her palm and fingers with strand after ropey strand of hot, wet semen. "Are you done?" she asked when I gave a final shiver of released joy.

"Yes," I sighed, humbled and thrilled at the same time.

"Good," she said right before shoving her cum-coated hand against my mouth. In our years of playing, this was completely new. Never before had she forced me to play clean-up with my cumshot. That was a new humiliation she had saved (or thought up) for Mindy. I was startled and secretly thrilled by it. If I could have had an instant second orgasm, I would have. "That's it," Debbie cooed in my ear. "Lick it up. Lick it all up like a good little sissy."

Debbie eased out of my ass, took off Mindy's toy and gave it to me. I dutifully carried it to the bathroom where I cleaned up the toy and myself before going back to the living room where the two old friends sat together on the couch talking as if nothing unusual had happened that evening. It felt funny being naked without a hard-on. I asked Mindy where I should put the toy. "You can leave it on the coffee table," she said. "Maybe I'll leave it there for next you guys come to visit."

"It makes a lovely centerpiece," Debbie laughed before answering my unspoken question with a single nod. I got dressed again. We visited a bit longer with Mindy before heading home.

"That last part was something new," I said on the way home. I knew Debbie would pick up on the part I meant, where she had fed my cumshot to me.

She squeezed my thigh, leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I've had that idea for a while now," she confessed. "I actually thought I would have you jerk-off on our toy and play clean-up afterwards."

"Stop it," I joked, squirming and adjusting myself. Debbie slid her hand beneath mine.

"So you like that idea?" she asked. I nodded. "It will have to wait. I think I need this as soon as we get home." She gave my cheek another kiss and kept her hand in my crotch. By the time we hit our driveway, I was more than ready to fuck my wife and that's exactly what I did!

Yes, the story continues and includes the apartment warming party with Leon!