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HOW I BECAME A CUCKOLDED SISSY - PART 3
By willow619
I slept on the floor next to the bed that night, still in
the lingerie and sundress I'd worn the day before. Allie
and Mike, of course, slept together in the bed. As I
drifted off to sleep I kept thinking about the events of
the evening.
I had been put in women's clothes by my wife, Allie after
she found a magazine I forgot to hide. The magazine showed
a transvestite being tortured and humiliated by a couple.
Allie, who had never shown any interest in my crossdressing
had now made it her goal to turn my life into something
approaching the pictures in the magazine.
Of course, she also chose that opportunity to introduce me
to Mike, her lover of a year. Mike quickly became my lover,
then my tormenter, in partnership with Allie.
What bothered me most was that I had promised Allie I would
do "anything" she demanded. And the emphasis she placed on
the word "anything." made me truly worry about what lay
ahead in my future. Unfortunately, my worries proved well-
founded the next day.
We all woke about the same time in the morning. Allie
looked over at me and laughed. "What a sight you are today,
Willow!"
I'm sure I was. My blond wig had fallen off. There was
still cum on my face from Mike, and my own cum had soaked
through the clothes.
Allie jumped out of bed, and gently kicked me in the rear.
"Into the bathroom, sissy Willow!"
I went to the bathroom, and Allie followed me. "Throw your
clothes into the corner, dear. We will need to get you your
own hamper so your sissy clothes don't get mixed in with
those of a real man or a real woman."
***
I stripped, and Allie handed me a bottle of lotion. "This
is a depilatory. Rub it all over your body below your neck,
wait 15 minutes, then shower it off. And that includes your
dick and balls, too!"
I did as she said. Heck, I'd come this far there was no
point in fighting this latest development. I rubbed the
lotion on my body. As I did so the unmistakable sound of
our bed creaking came from the bedroom. It was clear from
the rhythm that Mike and Allie were making love, and rather
strenuously at that.
I waited what I thought was 15 minutes before getting on
the shower. I must have guessed right, because the shower
washed all my body hair away. Here I was, getting my body
ready for further feminization, and my wife was fucking her
lover in our bed. I still couldn't answer the question in
my head; was this what I had wanted in my fantasies? It had
already gone much further than I'd ever dreamed, and yet...
Well, I had no choice now, anyway. The video Mike and Allie
had shot thus far ensured my continued cooperation. I
washed the hair on my head, turned off the shower, and
stepped out to dry off. The bed was still creaking as I
dried myself.
I wondered whether I should stay in the bathroom till they
were done when I heard Allie yell, "Willow... get... out...
here!"
I went into the bedroom, and there was Allie, astride Mike,
who was on his back thrusting up into her pussy, lifting
her entire body as he did. Allie held her palm up to Mike,
and he stopped.
***
Allie pointed to the chair, and said. "Put those things on,
Willow."
There was a black longline bra and black panties. The bra
came down halfway to my hips. The cups were medium sized,
but very well padded. Lace trimmed the top of the cups.
Though the panels on the bra were of a lacy material with
stemmed flowers raised up from the material, the wide ribs
between the lace panels were stiff and strong. Again I put
the bra on backwards, but it was so tight I had trouble
turning it around.
When the cups rubbed against my nipples I realized how
really sore they still were from the last night's torture.
The panties were of very high quality. Heavy material, but
very smooth and soft. Lace trimmed the leg holes and
waistband.
As I was dressing Allie had moved onto her back on the bed,
and Mike was about to mount her in the traditional
position. Allie pointed to the dresser.
"There on the dresser is a bottle of nail polish I chose
just for you. While Mike shows you how a real man fucks a
woman, I want you to paint your toenails."
I went to sit in the chair, but Allie pointed to the floor
next to the bed. "I want your face to be at just the same
level as we are, so you can get a good look."
Of course, she didn't have to add that it was more
humiliating to be on the floor than on the chair. The
polish was red. A guy would call it fire engine red, but
the cosmetics company called it "Fantasy in Red". It was
very bright and shiny.
As I sat on the floor Mike started to really pound into
Allie. She was thrashing around in pleasure; a sight I had
never seen during our lovemaking. It took me 15 minutes to
paint my toenails, and Mike was still going hard. I waited
another 20 or so while the polish fully dried, and still he
was going strong. Despite my position, I was quite
impressed. Then he drove deep into her with one final
thrust, and both screamed in unison as they enjoyed a joint
orgasm.
Mike gently lowered himself onto his back on the bed. He
looked over at me and chuckled. "I guess she liked what she
saw, Allie."
He pointed to my panties, where my little cock was clearly
quite hard. I started to rub it through the panties, and
Allie leaped out of the bed and slapped me across the face,
knocking me over sideways.
***
"From now on, Willow, you will not touch yourself in that
manner unless I say you can. It will not be that often, I
assure you. And there will generally be some interesting
things going on when it happens. But it only happens when I
say so. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Allie." My face stung, and my erection had shrunk
from the shock and pain of the slap.
"Now Mike and I are going to shower. While we do so you
will change the sheets. Put on the good satin ones. When
you are done that, you will squeeze fresh orange juice for
us. Is that clear, Willow?" Allie asked.
"Yes, dear," I said.
"Hmmm. Should I let you call me dear?" Allie mused aloud.
"Yes, I think I will. I still love you, after all. And do
you still love me, Willow?"
I responded that, of course I did, and for some reason
added, "I would do anything for you."
Allie's smile reminded me of the promise she extracted from
me last night. "I think you probably will, but we shall see
if you really mean it."
Allie turned to Mike. "Should Willow call you dear, as
well?"
Mike thought for a few seconds. "No. Not yet. I don't think
one fucking and a blowjob quite add up to her calling me
dear. We'll see what the future brings." Mike and Allie
smiled at each other. I did not like those smiles.
As Allie and Mike showered - giggling and gasping all the
time as their lovemaking continued - I removed the old
sheets and took them to the laundry room, placing them in
the washer and starting it. I then made the bed with the
satin sheets. These were our special sheets, reserved for
(what I had thought) were our special nights in bed. Now I
was setting them on the bed for my wife to enjoy with her
lover.
***
I then went downstairs to squeeze the orange juice. When I
returned, Mike was wearing jeans and a rugby shirt. Allie
was similarly dressed, with a slightly different shirt.
Seeing them dressed like a couple certainly made my
position in this relationship very clear to me.
Allie pointed to the bed, and told me to dress in the
clothes that were there. There was a black leather skirt,
white blouse, and black pantyhose, which I put on first. My
red toenails showed clearly through the hose.
The skirt was nearly straight, but at least it came to a
relatively modest length. Like the lingerie, it was high
quality. The leather was soft and supple. Still, the narrow
cut would keep me from taking long strides as I walked. It
was pleated, with a waistband that buttoned in front,
giving the illusion of a belt.
The blouse was also pleated, in the front, with shiny black
stud buttons showing. The sleeves were full length, sheer,
and a bit billowing. It was an interesting contrast to the
tight, short skirt. Neither Mike nor Allie made any comment
about my facility with buttoning a blouse with its buttons
opposite from a man's shirt.
Of course, my black bra was easily visible through the
material of the blouse.
After I put on these clothes I was handed a pair of open
toed white shoes. The contrast with the black hose would
catch people's eyes, so they would look and see my red
toenails. At least the shoes had moderate heels, about one
inch tall.
Allie picked up her keys off the night table and threw them
to Mike. "Would you please drive?"
I looked up in panic. "I can't go out like this! At least
give me a wig, so I have a chance of not being noticed."
***
"What a sissy! So worried about how you look. Just comb
your own hair forward, and you should pass. At least from a
half mile away, that is." Allie laughed a rather nasty
laugh as she said this. "Besides, dear Willow, you really
have no choice." As she said this she picked up the video
camera, and her threat was clear.
Mike took my elbow and guided me down the stairs, out the
front door, and to the garage. Though I saw no neighbors, I
was sure they were all watching me from behind their
windows.
We got into the car (I was in the backseat, of course). We
drove for half an hour, finally pulling into a strip mall I
was unfamiliar with. At least, I thought, there doesn't
seem any chance we'll run into anyone we knew.
It was still early, and there were no other customers
walking around the parking lot. Mike pulled up in front of
a store called "The Piercing Place". He and Allie got out
of the car. Mike came around and opened my door and offered
his hand, in an exaggerated show of gallantry.
He put his arm in mine, and we started walking to the
store. "You walk well on heels, Willow. Have you had much
practice?" He chuckled. I did not answer.
Suddenly, he stopped, grabbed both my shoulders in a very
tight grip, spun me to face him, and held me tight in front
of him.
"I asked you a question, young lady," he said quietly but
firmly. Between his grip and the serious look on his face I
found myself feeling very small and helpless at that
moment.
In a soft voice I said, "Yes, I do have a lot of practice
walking in heels."
Mike's grip eased, the smile returned to his face, and he
once again put his arm in mine and guided me to The
Piercing Place.
We walked in. I was thankful that we were the only
customers in the place. Behind the counter was a very
bored-looking young lady. She couldn't have been more than
18. Her nametag said "Gina."
***
She was about five feet, six inches tall. She had long
black hair, and her face spoke of an Italian heritage. She
was wearing yellow stretch Capri pants, red canvas
sneakers, and a rainbow striped tube top. She had very
large breasts that stood nearly straight out, with
prominent nipples. A very lovely young lady, and here I
was, an obvious sissy, about to have her pierce my ears.
She looked up at us, then focused on me. A wry smile came
to her face. She came up to me and said, "Can I help you,
Miss?"
Mike answered for me. "This young lady would like a large
gold hoop in each ear. On her left ear, at the top, she
wants two flowers. Do you have any pansies?" Gina giggled
at that. "On the side of her right ear she will have one of
your special earrings." I wondered what he meant by a
'special' earring. "Oh, and do you mind if my friend
videotapes this?" Mike said, pointing to Allie.
Gina agreed to the taping, and led me to a chair. Within
minutes I had the hoops and the flowers. Gina then ducked
behind the counter and brought out a black velvet jewelry
box, about a foot square and flat. She opened the lid and
showed it to Mike. I saw him pick up an earring that was
shaped like a very realistic penis, and was about an inch-
and-a-half long.
"It's almost as big as yours, Willow!" Mike said. Everybody
laughed but me.
"This has two posts because of its size. Do you want it
pointing up or down?" asked Gina.
Everybody looked at me. I know I was blushing; even after
all I'd been through. "Well, Willow, do you want your penis
up or down?" Allie asked.
"Up," I whispered. In a very short time it was done, and
the penis, pointing up, was in my right ear.
Gina asked "Is there anything else you want pierced for
her? Tongue, eyebrow, navel? I'm a specialist with
nipples."
Allie put her hand to her chin. "Hmm. Do you think his
nipples are good candidates for it?"
***
Gina came up to me, and grabbed my nipples between her
thumbs and forefingers. She rubbed them hard through my
blouse and bra. Even though still sore from the night
before, my nipples grew hard under her touch. I nearly
melted under the touch of this beautiful young girl.
"Oh, they'd be fine. I could do rings, posts, crossed
posts, whatever you want.
Allie thought for a second, and said that perhaps the
nipples would be done in the future but that that was
enough for today.
Gina pointed to my skirt and said, "Oh, by the way, she was
right. She did want her penis up." Under Gina's treatment
of my nipples my cock had again gotten quite hard, and was
making a bulge in my skirt.
Allie smiled broadly and said, "Maybe we could pierce
that?" My eyes must have grown twice their size.
Allie giggled and said, "No Willow, we won't do that. Not
if you behave, that is."
Mike paid Gina and we started to walk out of the store.
Gina spoke up and said, "I'm just curious. Could I ask what
the story is here?"
Allie pointed the video camera at my face, and said, "Tell
her your story, Willow!"
I looked at Gina. Those beautiful dark eyes looked right
into mine. "I am Willow. I am the pantied sissy husband of
Allie. I do anything Allie or her lover Mike tell me to."
"So have you sucked his cock?" asked Gina.
"Yes."
"And has he, umm..."
"Yes, " I said.
Allie kicked me in the rear, keeping the camera focused on
my face. "Yes what?" she said.
I looked at Gina's beautiful eyes again, and softly said,
"Yes, Mike has fucked me in my ass."
Gina said, "Cool. Well come back anytime." Her smile would
have melted the coldest heart of any man.
***
As we left the store Mike again took my arm. There was more
foot traffic than there had been earlier. Many people
looked our way and stared or laughed. I was amazed that
Mike had the confidence in his own manhood to escort me -
obviously a man in woman's clothing - and ignore the people
around us. My only wish at that point was to get in the car
and go home. I got half my wish.
Mike again opened the car door for me. We drove away, but
it soon became clear that we were not going home. We drove
to an area with a lot of warehouses and used car lots. I
was afraid I recognized the area, and when we pulled into a
parking lot my fears were realized. We'd driven to the
adult bookstore where I bought my TV magazines.
"I believe you recognize this establishment, Willow?" asked
Allie. Without waiting for me to answer she got out of the
car with the video camera. "Wait here," she told me.
Mike and I waited in the car together as she went into the
store.
After about five minutes Allie stuck her head out of the
shop's door and waved to us, signaling that we should come
in. Mike again escorted me to the door. Speaking to Mike,
Allie said, "All the arrangements are made."
We all walked in. Of course, Nick was there. Nick was
almost at the checkout counter. He knew me by sight, but
probably never knew my name.
"Hello, Willow," he said to me. "Good to see you again." He
smiled one of the dirtiest smiles I'd ever seen.
Mike grabbed me by the elbow and led me to the rear of the
store, past the books, to the video booth area. "Ever been
in here before, Willow?" he asked me. I nodded. "But not
dressed like that, I suppose, eh?" I shook my head. Where
the hell was this going?
***
Mike released my arm, and began walking back to the front
of the store. Allie then took my elbow and led me back into
the video booth area. There was nobody else visible, though
several of the booths were occupied.
Allie got in front of me and talked quietly, her face close
to mine. "As I suspected, Nick remembered you when I showed
him a picture of the old you. He told me that, in addition
to buying magazines you often would come back to the
booths. He was nice enough to make a deal with me."
"I told him about our little video. He's quite interested
in seeing, and maybe showing it. In fact, he agreed to let
me shoot some of it here. This is the plan, sissy, and you
WILL follow it, or Nick won't be the only one getting a
copy. You are going to go into the third booth on the left.
That is one of the booths with a hole to the next booth.
What do you call them?"
"Glory holes," I said quietly.
I knew the booth well. Though I was always too scared to
actually do something there, it always excited me to watch
or be watched through the hole. And when another man would
stick his cock through I would quickly cum while looking at
it, even though I never touched one.
"Well, Willow, I am going to film you in all your glory.
You and I are going into that booth. I am going to pick a
video for you to watch, then leave. I will close the door.
Do not lock it. I am going to find a man with a large cock
for you to suck and put him in the next booth. When his
cock comes through I want you on your knees with that cock
in your mouth. I will then open the door and film this. Is
this clear?"
I was about to protest when Allie put a finger to my lips.
"Shh, dear. You said anything, and I meant anything." I
nodded, meekly.
Allie led me to the booth. We both fit in comfortably. She
had obviously reviewed the titles earlier. She put a ten
dollar bill in the machine and quickly pushed the channel
button to the video she'd chosen.
***
It was not a TV or shemale video. Instead, it was an all
male film. There was one young man tied over a locker room
bench. Four men in leather pants and jackets were with him.
One was fucking his ass, another was fucking his mouth. The
other two waited their turns, stroking their large cocks.
Allie closed the door. Less than a minute later a large
cock came through the glory hole. I hesitated for a second,
and Allie opened the door.
"Now, bitch!" she said.
I got on my knees and wrapped this strange cock with my
tongue. Allie started filming, and I could tell by her
angle she got both me and the gay film she'd picked in the
view.
I licked the cock up and down, up and down. I took it all
in my mouth, and held it deep in my throat. Then I started
taking it in and out, in and out. I lost myself in the
delight of pleasing this strange cock, until Allie spoke to
me.
"Now, sissy. Now you may play with yourself. But do not cum
until I tell you to." I started to rub myself through my
clothes. But Allie was not satisfied. "No, sissy Willow,
take that little cock out of your panties, lift your skirt,
and let the camera see you jerking off."
I did as she ordered; though it was a miracle I did not cum
immediately. I continued to make love to this strange cock,
and after five minutes or so it erupted in my mouth. I
started to swallow, and heard Allie urge me to swallow
every drop. I did so, and the cock withdrew. I tried to see
who my unknown lover was, but he did not walk by my booth.
Allie then told me to stand up and put my back to the wall
the hole was in. This put the video screen to my left.
"Now, Willow, I want you to watch the video and finish
jerking off. When you cum, make sure you catch every drop
in your hand. I will, of course, keep filming."
She now was shooting me jerking off watching the man on the
bench getting fucked in both ends. It took almost no time
for me to cum, though, to be honest, the video was really
not the reason. I caught it all in my hand.
***
"Turn this way, and lick your hand clean, Willow." I looked
into the camera and did as ordered. When I was done she
turned off the camera.
Suddenly Mike appeared at the booth door. Allie asked him
what he thought.
"Great," he said. "Best blow job I've had all day."
I was surprised - and thankful - to learn that it was
Mike's cock I had sucked. I'd always worried about catching
a disease from a strange cock in here, and was relieved
that that worry was gone on this occasion.
We started to walk out of the store. Nick gave Mike a large
bag. "Here are your purchases, sir," Nick said. "When do I
get my copy of the video?"
"Oh, its not done yet," Mike said. He patted the large bag,
and said, "Here's the next act."
"See you later, Willow!" laughed Nick.
As we drove home I worried about what the "next act" was
going to be.
TO BE CONTINUED
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