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Please read the earlier chapters. Doing my Husband - The End After the early game had ended Sunday night, I had Andy put on my shortest robe and a pair of plain white nylon panties from my drawer. They were hipster style and although not "sexy" they did make his firm butt look cute. I showed him how to wash his new delicate undies and then after he had laid them out to dry on towels in the laundry room, we put a romantic comedy on the DVD and settled in to do the girlie maintenance things that guys know nothing about. Because he had to work Monday we first removed the polish from his fingernails and then filed and buffed his nails to a nice shine. His toenails we only buffed up a little, leaving them the dark red I had painted them on Saturday. Then we took turns brushing out each other's hair, one of us sitting on a pillow in front of the couch while the other glided the brush in smooth strokes through our long hair. There are very few things as relaxing as having your hair brushed out by another person. It took some time but I was eventually able to tame the natural waves that the rollers we had used in Andy's shoulder length had created. When I was done, his hair was not pin straight, but in a ponytail, it would not look like he had spent the weekend with a feminine hairstyle. The rest of the night was uneventful. We cuddled on the coach and watched the rest of the movie, We kissed and touched with no urgency, having consummated our love more than a half dozen times over the weekend, the caressing was all love, the lust having been satiated. Bedtime came and we quickly fell asleep in each other's arms, content. A normal, hectic Monday morning followed, with two people trying to use the bathroom at the same time, coffee being gulped down and breakfast getting skipped. It would have been kind of kinky to have Andy wear panties under his slacks, but because we did not want to break rule number one, "no outsiders", he wore his regular briefs and so with the exception of his painted toe nails well hidden beneath his shoes and socks, he gave no outward evidence of our new game. I worked until after six and the pouring rain on the ride home made the traffic horrible. Stopping to pick up a pair of black, four inch spike heels in Andy's size added to my delay and when I finally got in the door at home the phone was ringing. It was Andy, apologizing because he would not be home until past eight. "I am waiting on the last of the specs for the job we are bidding on tomorrow and as soon as they arrive I will be home." He explained. "That's ok." I said, "I will pick out something soft for you to relax in when you get home." I added in a whisper. "Um, well, the only reason I can get home by eight is I was planning on finishing up the final bid work at home. It will probably take an hour or so. But I will make it up to you on Tuesday I promise." "Really, how?" I asked in pretending to be stern. "Well, I do not have to come in to the office tomorrow, in fact the courier is picking the bid up at the house around ten thirty, so I can spend the day doing the grocery shopping and cleaning or anything else you desire." He responded. "Great! I'll make a long list to help you stay busy the entire day. I will see you when you get home, drive safely in this rain, ok?" "I will. I love you. I'll be there soon." I decided that just because Andy had work to do at home, there was no reason he could not do it dressed as I chose, I did after all win the bet. After picking out a few things and laying them out on the bed, I fixed myself a drink and slowly started to unwind. It was close to nine when Andy finally managed to get home and he really looked tired. Setting the bag of take out food on the counter, he apologized for being so late. "Don't worry about it." I assured him. "Why don't I put the food on plates while you put on the things I laid out for you in the bedroom?" "Honey, I really have to finish the bid tonight. The courier is coming tomorrow morning." "Were you planning on working naked?" I asked. "No." Andy answered, smiling. "Well then, since you have to wear something and I won the bet, put on the clothes I put out and by the time you are done I will have the food ready. After we eat, you can go in the study and work as late as it takes to get the bid done. Any questions?" I replied, with a don't argue expression. "None what's so ever." He said as he headed for the bedroom. I heard Andy, now Tina, before I saw him. The new black heels making a clicking sound on the wood floors as he came into the kitchen. He was dressed in the simple outfit I had selected. The creme colored, satin camisole that hung to just above his waist fit him well, the material loose below his chest but tight enough on his breasts to have already made his nipples hard. The tan pantyhose from Sears clung like a second skin to his hairless legs, the sheer top panel clearly showing his hard cock. It looked like the new spike heels fit him perfectly, although he was walking carefully as he tried to get used to the four inch. heel. I felt my pussy grow damp, but all I said was, "There, now don't you feel better." I was rewarded with a big smile and a hug. After we ate, I sat down to grade some papers and Tina disappeared into the study. I only interrupted him twice in the two and a half hours it took to finish up his work. Once to bring him a drink and once, mischievously to caress his nipples through the satin of the camisole. I massaged his tiny nubs until they were as thick and blood filled as his cock and only stopped when he moaned in pleasure. I was pleased to see his dick leaking a little pre-cum into the pantyhose before I left the room. While Tina was busy, I made a list of chores and errands for him to run the next day as well as what he should wear and what to make for dinner. The more I wrote, the more I became sure that I would spend the day distracted and that my students would not receive the normal high quality of education they were used to. I amended my planner to include lots of reading and independent study for the next day. Thinking back, my actions when we finally got to bed may have affected the events of the next day, but, if they did, it was only to a small degree. I knew that Andy was very tired, so I did not wear anything sexy to bed, just my usual long tee shirt and panties. I did want to give him some release from his tension so as he sat on the bed to remove his new heels, I stroked his back through the camisole and asked him if he liked his shoes. "They were a little tough to walk in at first, but they are sexy." He answered. "I am glad you like them because they are on the list of things to wear when you present me my candle lit dinner tomorrow." I said, moving my hands to touch his nipple. "Put your shoes away, but leave everything else on and come back to bed." Squeezing my thighs together to put pressure on my clit, I watched Andy's buttocks roll under the sheer hose as he walked toward the closet. The sight of his thick and hard cock as he returned made me slide a finger under the leg band of my panties and dip into my wet hole. I had Andy lie on his back on the bed and told him that tonight the pleasure was all for him. I began by kissing him gently on the neck and lips, alternating between dipping my tongue into the hollows along the tops of his of shoulders and spearing past his soft lips to lick and suck his tongue. My right hand which had been pulling and rubbing his herb enhanced breasts was quickly replaced by my mouth as I greedily sucked at his swollen nipples. I knew without looking that my hand would find his penis aroused and ready. Without taking my mouth from his tits, I reached down and using my fingernails, lightly scratched his the length of his cock through the pantyhose. Cupping his balls with four fingers, I used my thumb to stroke back and forth across the base of his hard cock. By the heavy sound of his breath I knew Tina wanted more. Reluctantly leaving the soft mounds that we had accidentally created through bad advice, I moved my mouth down to his nylon encased cock. Licking from balls to tip and occasionally biting his hardness, I was amazed as he became even stiffer. Positioning myself over him, I continued to tease his cock by rubbing my panty covered pussy lightly up and down his length. I was so wet that I could feel my lips part and his cock begin to slice a groove between them. Sliding back off him before we both came, I slowly peeled his pantyhose to just below the head of his cock. Lying with my head on his stomach I took his hot cock head into my mouth. Holding it there with my lips, I began to stroke him through the pantyhose. It was less than a minute before I could feel his balls tighten and the cock head swell larger in my mouth. I eagerly anticipated his hot cum and began to fondle him faster while sucking the head harder, my tongue lashing the underside. Because of all the sex over the weekend, his orgasm was more of a gentle release than a rush of seed. Still the first spurt was strong and very warm as it splashed my tongue. I kept him in my mouth until the spasms stopped and then slid up him to kiss his lips and share with him his own cum. As we kissed, I opened my lips and let his still warm cum drip from my mouth and into his. He had tasted his cum before, having licked my strap on cock clean on Saturday night and with no hesitation he licked the cream from my mouth, swallowing it as he did. "Does my girl like when I share the cum?" I purred in his ear. "I like it when I get it from you." Tina answered. "Maybe I will buy one of those strap-ons that can eject some warm cream from inside. Would you like that? Would you like to suck my cock until I cum in your mouth?" I urged. "Yes, I would like you to cum in my mouth. I want you to take me any way you want." Kissing Andy lightly on the lips, I pulled his pantyhose back up over his cock and said, "You have a lot of things to do tomorrow. I put the list on the kitchen table. Sleep now baby, I will get you up before I leave for work." I moved to my side of the bed and quickly fell asleep, I had not cum and my pussy was still wet, but it was satisfied. As promised, I the next morning when I was ready to leave for work, I placed a cup of coffee on Andy's nightstand and woke him up. "Time to get up." I told him as his eyelids fluttered. Tina does not have time today to sleep in! You're chore list is on the table and I expect it all completed and dinner on the table when I get home." Not waiting for an answer, I kissed him lightly and left for work. The next part of the story was told to me after I arrived home from work to find dinner not ready, Tina not dressed and Andy sitting on the sofa in tears. Andy had gotten up and with coffee cup in hand and while still dressed in the camisole and pantyhose, went into the kitchen to read the list. He smiled as he read it, because although it included a bit of light housekeeping and a quick trip to the grocery store, it was really designed to allow him to have a very girlie day. After finishing his coffee he was to remove the camisole but leave the pantyhose on. Then put his regular male clothes on and go to the store to get the items required for dinner. At that early hour I felt that the store would not be busy and with jeans and socks covering the pantyhose and with his shirt tucked in there was no chance that anyone would catch on. When he returned from the store he was to stay dressed that way until after the courier picked up the file for his work. Following that Andy was to make sure that the front drapes and blinds were tightly closed, remove his male clothes and put on the shorter two inch heels, the tiny red shorts, his white water bra, the crop top that said "Girl" on the front and do the list of housekeeping chores, including putting away all his lingerie that was now done drying in the laundry room. In the middle of the afternoon he was to set the table and do some pre- dinner preparations and then enjoy a long and hot bubble bath. While in the tub he was to shave his entire body again to make sure it was silky smooth and then to dress in the outfit detailed on the list. I included a timetable so that dinner would be done and he would be properly dressed by the time I got in from work. I told him I would knock on the front door and that I expected him to answer it, dressed and ready for the evening. (Our door is shielded from the street so I knew no one would see him.). I got home at six and with my pussy, which had been wet all day, was aching with lust as approached the door. I knocked and waited. I had expected that Tina would already be nervously waiting behind the door when I arrived. Getting no answer I knocked again, a little louder. I only waited about a half a minute before trying the knob and finding it locked I quickly used my key to let myself in. In the kitchen I found the table set and ready started but obviously not finished and no sign of Andy. Frightened now and expecting the worst I called out for him. "I'm in here." Came his odd sounding response. Hurry into the living room I found Andy sitting on the couch naked except for his jeans, tears quietly streaming down his cheeks. "Honey, what's wrong, what is it, are you hurt?" I asked in a panic as I rushed toward him. "No, I, oh my God." he said, his voice choking on renewed sobs. "Are you hurt?" I asked again as I sat next to him, taking him in my arms. He shook his head no, unable to speak, his head in his hands. I held him for a long time, not understanding what was going on but just soothing him, rubbing his back and hair. I did not push him for answers, I was glad he was not hurt. There would be time for explanations after he was calm. As I stroked him, murmuring that everything was ok, that I was here now and everything was ok, I felt first and then saw the outlines on his side and back left by a bra recently removed. Whatever had happened it was not long ago. Each time I told him everything was ok he would shake his head no. After twenty minutes or so he was finally able to respond, "No it's not. You will hate me." "Honey, no matter what happened, I could never hate you, I love you, you know that." I responded more puzzled than ever. "Now tell me what happened." Through a burst of tears I heard him whisper, "I was unfaithful." Of all the things he could have said this was the one that never would have entered my mind. Andy's devotion to me was unquestioned and despite his comment I was still positive that it remained. "What do you mean honey? Tell me. I need to know." I waited and without all the tears and emotions involved in the retelling and adding in details that I found out over the next few days, the following is what happened. Andy had followed the instructions on the list exactly. He had made some small adjustments, like parking far from the front of the store because on the drive there, the thought of going inside while secretly wearing pantyhose had caused him to get very hard. So he had parked at the end of the lot and before getting out of the car, had undone his pants and tucked his hard cock down between his legs. He had picked up everything on the list, the feeling of the pantyhose massaging his legs as he walked behind the cart kept him excited, but no one noticed and he safely made it through the store and back to the house. Once he arrived home, since he could not move on o the next items on the list until the courier had come and gone, he decided to use the time to set the table. Just as he finished placing the candles, the doorbell rang and Andy went to get the file. That too had gone without event, the courier having no idea that the man in front of him had pantyhose on. Before closing the door Andy decided to bring in the mail because everything else on the list would make doing that later impossible. He told me that holding a conversation with the young man from the courier's office as they walked together down the sidewalk was a little weird, but again nothing happened. The man got in his truck, waved, Andy got the mail and returned to the house. Closing the door, Andy methodically went through all the front rooms, closing the blinds and pulling the drapes tightly closed. Satisfied that no one would be able to see in, he happily hurried to the bedroom to continue his day. After stripping off his male clothes and tossing them in the basket, he slowly dressed as the list instructed, enjoying every minute of it. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror so that he could watch himself, he snapped the hooks of the white lace bra around his middle, spun it around and pulled it up into place. After putting his arms through the straps he reached into each cup as I had shown him and pulled his breasts up, creating a small but sexy cleavage. Tracing his fingers lightly over his mounds made his cock hard again and because no one would see it, he reached into the pantyhose and pulled it from between his legs, pointing his hardness at his belly. The red shorts were next and he slid them slowly up his stockinged legs, enjoying the feel of the slick material as it hugged his bum, his ass cheeks peeking out the bottom. The little crop top slid effortlessly over his head and shoulders and as he settled it into place he smiled at the reflection of his hard cock pressing against the zipper of the shorts. He decided to leave his hair loose instead of going with the usual ponytail, and so after brushing it, Tina put the two inch heels on and left the bathroom to complete her chores. At three o'clock, exactly on the time schedule, Tina had the laundry done, the vacuuming complete and the dusting finished. The roast for dinner was just about thawed and the vegetables were ready to be chopped. Pleased, Tina went to the bathroom and ran the tub for her bath and disrobed. I had allowed for plenty of time for luxuriating in the bubble bath and Tina took advantage of it. He soaked for a while and then slowly shaved his legs and chest. Carefully redid under his arms and cleaned the stray hairs from his ball sack. Pulling the drain in the tub, Tina stayed in it until all the water was gone and only bubbles were left. Finally, feeling warm and relaxed, he stood, stepped out and wrapped a towel so that it hung down from around his breasts, covering his now soft cock. Using the shower set on cold he rinsed the tub until the bubbles were gone and then set about getting dressed for dinner. After patting himself dry he went to his drawer and removed all of the lingerie that I had instructed him to wear. Laying it all carefully on the bed, he began to dress. The white, eight inch tall waist cincher was first. Wrapping it around his waist backward like he had done earlier in the day with the bra, Andy struggled a little to get all the small hooks aligned and done up. Sucking in his belly he had worked it around until it was correctly positioned, the garters hanging straight down his legs awaiting the lace top stockings. Perched on the edge of the bed, Andy, getting aroused again as he became Tina once more, carefully rolled the dark stockings into balls, then, setting one aside and making sure the seam of the other one was centered on his foot, he smoothed the first stocking up his leg. As he drew it to the top of his thigh his arm brushed his erect cock, sending tingles all the way up to his exposed nipples. Surprised at how easily he was able to hook the garter tabs by himself, he quickly moved on to the other stocking. With both stockings clipped and straight he could not resist the urge to see himself in the mirror. Turning back and forth before his reflection and making small, unnecessary adjustments to the waist cincher, Andy loved the naughtiness of his image. The lacy cincher with its bright white garters framed his hard cock. The contrast of soft feminine lingerie with the hardness of his maleness thrilled him. Returning to the bed he picked up the pink bra I had instructed him to wear. Deciding to be as girlie as possible, he placed his arms through the straps rather than hook it at his waist. He was pleased that it only took three attempts to close it. After adjusting his ample male flesh in a bra for the second time that day, he reached for the matching pink, lace panty. The stretch lace whispered up his legs and nicely hugged his ass cheeks, the white of the garter straps clearly showing through. Centering his very hard prick on the three inch wide satin front panel, he paused to run his hands over his now panty covered ass, letting them wander to the front to gently stroke his hardness behind the satin and then up too caress his nipples through the sheer lace bra. Picking up one of his new, black spike heels, he sensuously stroked the shiny leather. Slipping his foot into it and closing the delicate strap about his ankle, he reminded himself to walk carefully. After all, what would he do if he fell and broke something dressed as he was. Glancing at the clock, he saw he was running a little behind and quickly slipped the other heel on. Loving the way his heels clicked on the floor and the way the satin panel slid up and down his hard cock as he walked to the kitchen, Tina was a little concerned that he would cum. I had left an explicit instruction to save his girlie juices for me, so Tina did her best to focus on dinner. It was just a few minutes later while washing the lettuce that Andy's and my world came crashing down. Breaking the head of lettuce under the running water, Tina was happily humming to himself, happy to be dressed as a sexy tart and also pleased that despite being dressed this way, doing such a simple mundane task as washing vegetables had at least made his penis soft again. That was when Tina thought he saw the barest hint of a light flash, heard a quiet click and whir and before his brain could process the information, heard the clicking and whirring two more times. Even as he spun around, the flash, click, whir happened once more and Andy was horrified to see our neighbor Steve preparing to take a fifth picture. Andy, frozen in shock could only stand there and as Steve continued to snap off pictures. "You really should lock the front door you know. I mean anyone could walk in while you are prancing around." Steve said sarcastically, "In fact, I just did." Andy managed to stammer, "What are you doing in my house." "Well right now I am taking pictures of a very pretty sissy, but I originally came over just to show you my new camera." Steve laughed, as he continued to take pictures of the still shocked Andy. "Stop taking pictures." Andy pleaded. "Ok, I mean they are all pretty much the same anyway, you standing there in your undies, or are they you're wife's?" Sneered Steve. "I insist you delete those pictures." Andy tried but failed to sound forceful. "Or?" laughed Steve. Andy had no response. He was trapped. Dejectedly, he sighed, "Please Steve, no one can know about this, it is a game my wife and I play, nothing more." "I didn't see your wife's car in the driveway, only yours, so maybe it is a game you like to play by self, eh?" "Steve, delete the picture file, please?" Andy asked hopefully. "Well, perhaps I could do you a favor. After you do one for me." Answered Steve, reaching his hand down to his crotch. For the first time. Andy saw that the front of Steve's pants was bulging. "What?" He asked, disbelieving Steve's clear message. "Oh, I think the little sissy knows what. You swish over here, kneel down and suck me off and I delete the pictures. Otherwise, I go home and print them and then who knows where the copies go. Your choice, simple really." Simple for the bully perhaps. When Andy was able to tell me the story, I cried along with him. There was no real solution. Whatever choice he made, Andy thought his life and our marriage was over. 'Steve, I can't. I know what it looks like but I'm not gay, I never, honestly, it's a game between me and my wife, I can't." Andy tried to say as the first tear slid down his cheek. "Hey, have it your way. See ya." Steve said as he turned to leave. In desperation, Andy said, "Wait." "Yes?" "Do you promise to delete the pictures? Promise?" "OF course. I am as good as my words, how long have we been friends?" Laughed Steve. Never, thought Andy as his feet reluctantly moved him forward. "Ok then." As he approached, Steve took several more pictures. "What are you doing?" Andy asked, startled by the flash. "I told you I would delete the pictures, whether it is one or twenty, what difference does it make?" Answered Steve. Andy had no choice. He stopped about two feet in front of Steve. "Smile." Click, whir. "Kneel down now." Click, whir. On his knees directly in front of Steve, Andy could clearly see the fabric of his pants being pushed forward by the cock behind them. Thinking he would be sick, he looked up at Steve. Click, whir. "Now slowly undo the pants sweetie and try to look like you want to." With shaking hands, Andy reached toward the snap on Steve's pants. Click, whir. "The zipper next. I know you want this sissy; I do not want to have to tell you every move to make. Just do it like you have probably always done it." Click, whir. "Steve, I told you, I have never..." "Whatever, just take it out and suck it." Snapped Steve. What little was left of Andy's pride and dignity was shattered as his hand tried to pull the zipper down. It would not come and he was forced to use his other hand, pressed close to the hardness beneath the pants for stability to get the zipper to move. The sound of the zipper coming down was loud in the quiet kitchen, masked occasionally by the sound of the camera. Click, whir. With the front of Steve's pants now fully open before him, Andy hesitated, took a deep breath and then reached up to pull them down. Click, whir. Reaching into his own pants to hold his cock out of the way, Steve continued to take pictures as Andy tugged his slacks past his ass to about mid thigh. When Steve released it, the cock that popped forward at Andy was small, maybe four inches and not very thick. Andy would have laughed if he was not dressed in lingerie, kneeling in front of this bitty thing, about to take it into his mouth, while his picture was being taken. . Standing straight out from his thin pubic hair, Steve's dick was small, but it was very hard. With his hands still on the sides of Steve's hips, Andy leaned forward and placed his lips over the tiny head. It was smaller than he had thought, not even as big as the strap on he had sucked for his wife. Warmer though. And there was a throbbing under the skin that the dildo did not have. Steve thrust his hips forward and suddenly his entire shaft was in Andy's mouth. Instinctively, he closed his lips over it. Like sucking a big thumb was Andy's crazy thought. As Steve pulled back, the cock slid against Andy's lips, and he wet them with his tongue to ease the roughness. That caused his tongue to touch the underside of Steve's little penis and he reacted by pushing it back into Andy's mouth. Click, whir. Deciding to try and end this humiliation as quickly as possible, Andy blew all the air from his mouth and formed a wet slippery vacuum over Steve cock. Steve took less and less pictures, as he got lost in the soft sucking of Andy's lips and tongue. Thrusting his hips forward and back, he fucked Andy's face. Soon his breath came fast and he moaned. "I'm going to cum you sissy and you better swallowed my load." Groaned Steve. Andy grasped Steve by the back of the thighs and pulled his entire cock into his mouth. Holding it there and refusing to let Steve move, he swabbed his tongue roughly over and around the head. It was so small that he knew there was no way he would gag so he imprisoned the cock at the back of his mouth and sucked as hard as he could. With his tongue laying flat along the underside of Steve's penis, Andy actually felt the cum as it traveled up the short length of cock from the balls. The jet of cum exploded from the tip and splashed the back of his throat over and over. For a little cock, it must not have come for a long time, because Andy had to swallow repeatedly to keep the hot seed for escaping out his tightly sealed lips. Click, whir. Ashamed and humiliated, Andy pulled his face and hands away, put his hands on his stocking covered knees and stared at Steve's shoes. He heard a final click, whir, but did not see Steve tuck the camera into his pants pocket as he zipped and snapped his pants. It was only when he saw the shoes move away that he was able to snap out of his stupor in time to see Steve heading out of the kitchen. "Wait, did you delete the pictures? Did you?" Yelled Andy. "I don't know, did I?" Came Steve's laughing reply. That's when Andy began to cry. He continued sobbing while he went into the bedroom, removed all the lingerie that he was supposed to enjoy with his wife, put on jeans, considered killing himself or running away and then ended up sitting on the couch where I found him less than an hour later. It took a long time that night to get all of the story told, but when it was, Andy's depression was only outdone by my anger. I had always thought Steve was a bit of a jerk, but I was pretty friendly with his wife Emily and I was determined to tell her. At first Andy objected, not wanting anyone else to know, but I was able to convince him that this would not end unless we stopped it. And the only way to stop it was to tell Emily that Steve had raped him and to get her to help in the revenge. Between the Valium and my reassurances, Andy eventually calmed down and I got up to call Emily. When she answered, I found out that Steve was out at his bowling league and would be gone for several hours. She seemed surprised at my urgency when I said I had to come see her, but invited me over. Leaving Andy a bit groggy from the sedative I headed over to talk with Emily. I explained the betting Andy and I had been doing in fun, the reason he had been in lingerie when Steve popped in and the rape that followed. She was dubious at first, but Steve, being a pig, had not deleted the pictures from the camera. In fact, he had not even bothered to hide it; it was lying in its box atop his desk. A quick review of the stored photos got me all the cooperation I could ask for and we soon devised a plan. It turned out that Emily and Steve did not have a very exciting sex life, mostly because Steve liked a bit of bondage. The fun part was, it was Steve who liked to be bound. Emily promised that over the next few days we would turn that to our advantage and that by Friday, revenge would be ours. The decision was made to delete the pictures because even though Steve might be confused about where they went, who was he going to ask? The last picture on the memory stick, I asked Emily to print before we deleted it and I guess from her raise eyebrow she knew why. When I returned home, Andy was asleep and I let him stay that way. I called the recorded system that teachers use to call in sick and took the next day off. It took a little coaxing, but by the end of the afternoon Wednesday, I had Andy back in the lingerie from the day before and we finished the day we had planned. Emily called around ten thirty to tell me that everything was going according to plan. She said that even as we spoke, Steve was naked, blindfolded, tied to the bed with a pair of her panties wrapped around his very hard cock and trying to believe his new found luck. We laughed and then she promised everything would be ready for Friday. Returning to the couch I repeated the conversation to Andy. He did not seem that thrilled and I was sure I knew why. "It's ok honey, I understand." I tried to tell him. "No you don't, I cheated on you!" He answered. "Andy, you were raped!" "I know, but." He trailed off. Taking the print of the last picture from inside the magazine where I had placed it earlier, I said, "It's ok, I really do understand. Despite the horror of it, I would probably have gotten wet also." Andy stared at the image of himself. Kneeling on our kitchen floor, dressed from heels to breasts in the sexiest of women's lingerie, smears of cum on his chin, a hard cock barely visible in the foreground and his own cock, thick and hard pressing the delicate pink panties out almost an inch away from his body. When he realized I did understand and that I loved him, he pulled the same pair of panties off, spread my legs and fucked me right there on the couch. The end of the story has a lot of detail too, but the short version is that at nine o'clock Friday night, Andy and I arrived at Emily's house, dressed like any other couple and went inside. There we found Steve, blindfolded and tied doggy style to a large leather ottoman. He was dressed a badly fitted bra and thigh high stockings. We quietly removed our clothes while Emily began to film. She was cautious not capture our faces as we enacted our revenge. Once naked, I stood behind Steve while I put on my strap on cock while Andy moved to his head. "Ready to suck my cock? You sissy?" Asked Emily. "Please Mistress." Steve responded. I had just finished lubricated the dildo when Emily nodded Andy forward. Andy easily slid the first four inches of his hard cock into Steve's mouth. It took him a few sucks and swallows to realize that this was a real cock. Before he could object to this surprise, I gave him the second one. With no mercy I pushed the entire length of the strap on into Steve's very tight and not ready ass. As we fucked both ends of the bastard, he began to figure out surprise three. Instead of KY jelly, I had used Ben Gay to lubricate the dildo. Click. Whir. The End