Summers in Dallas Part 4
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The weekend following that memorable Ann Summers party saw part two of my sissy humiliation although to be honest, unbeknown to my wife, it was yet another dream coming true.
I was in my workshop grinding a cylinder block down when I became conscious of the distant sound of the front door bell ringing. It seemed to ring for ages and I was just about to wipe the excess oil off my hands and go and answer it myself when the constant droning stopped to be replaced by the excited chatter of female voices. I decided another coffee morning was in the offing so headed back to my workshop.
15 minutes or so later, I heard the workshop door open and looked up to see my wife with a wry smile on her face. "I've brought you a coffee. I suggest you clean all that oil from your hands and change out of your overalls and make sure you clean under your nails" she commanded before turning tail and sauntering back to the house with more of a wiggle in her walk than usual.
Intrigued with her rather specific instructions, I quickly cleaned myself up and put on jeans and a T shirt. As I entered the house I noted that my wife was stood on her own in the kitchen and there didn't seem to be any noise coming from the lounge either, which I'd been expecting given that she had friends round. She greeted me with a lingering kiss on the lips as I walked into the kitchen and said "I know you won't admit it, but I know you enjoyed dressing up and giving a fashion parade the other night. Well, I've arranged a little fashion parade of my own and I suggest you go to our room if you want to be in time for the show".
As I ascended the stairs I could hear a subdued "mmmm" sound coming from our bedroom. Upon opening the door my eyes were greeted by what can only be described as a Sapphic sensation; for there on the bed were Stephanie and Caroline busy feasting on each others minges as they lay on their sides, head to toe. I stared entranced as Caroline, who was much more experienced in the art of cunnilingus than Stephanie, despite her supposed prudish behaviour, flicked her tongue from Stephanie's inner lips to her larger labia, to her fully engorged clit and then back again in rapid succession. Stephanie was writhing with pleasure as she gently grabbed the back of Caroline's hair and pulled her head ever closer to her mound of Venus. All Stephanie could offer to Caroline in return were intermittent bouts of tonguing but Caroline didn't seem to mind. As a Vicar's daughter, she obviously ascribed to the dogma that it is better to give than receive. Witnessing this full blown display of lesbian leisure pursuits had got me stiffer than a frozen corpse but my wife was less impressed as was apparent from her comment: "look at those two sluts; they were supposed to be giving you a fashion show and instead of cat walks all they're interested in is pussy talk". She needn't have worried however as I'd fully checked out their saucy attire and their cunt sucking capers were just the icing on the cake as far as I was concerned.
Stephanie was wearing a cream fully boned basque with matching thong, mid tan Cuban heeled stockings with contrasting red welt and seams in addition to a pair of black high heeled diamante sandals. Strangely for her, she wasn't wearing any jewellery apart from a pair of gold hooped earrings. I sneakily thought that I wouldn't mind giving her a pearl necklace later, especially if she gave me one of her astounding blowjobs as I secretly hoped. I could just imagine beads of my jism glistening on her neck line. Caroline was kitted out slightly more demurely in a red camisole and cami knickers accompanied my a matching deep suspender belt and red stockings with a contrasting tan welt and back seam, a combination I'd not seen before but she obviously knew just where to go for her hosiery. Caroline had topped off or perhaps bottomed of her outfit with a pair of red peep toe sling backs. It was just dawning on me that Stephanie and Caroline's stockings simultaneously contrasted with and complimented each other when they disengaged themselves from each others soppy snatches, positioned themselves with legs intertwined and began to grind their pubic bones together in a display of fiery frottage. This new position brought the contrasting and complimentary qualities of their stockings into stark focus and made my cock even harder than I thought would be possible, the extra flow of blood required giving me a slightly dizzy feeling. I was just losing myself in this delicious display and absent mindedly stroking my cock, when they unlocked legs and hurriedly rearranged themselves in a 69 position. Right I thought, I'm going to witness some right pussy lapping now as I think did Stephanie, judging by the surprised look on her face as Caroline began rimming Stephanie's puckered hole whilst simultaneously frigging Stephanie's saturated pussy. It didn't take long for Stephanie to join in the analingus and I was so turned on by that time that I barely heard my wife mutter half disgustedly "I'll just pop out for a moment as you're obviously distracted by this slutty side show".
Not long after my wife left the room, my two luscious lesbian ladies lay back on the bed in a state of near collapse and orgasmic exhaustion. I was by then horny beyond bearing and needed some sort of release as my balls were twitching like flies in a spider’s web and my bell end had assumed a deep purple complexion. I'd just decided that a quick tug was called for when my wife entered the bedroom totally transformed.
She'd obviously been using her ceramic straighteners as her normally wavy cheek length hair and been transformed into a sleek bob. She'd taken time over her make up as well which although heavier than normal was still sophisticated and made her eyes appear deeper green pools than usual. Her neck was adorned with a cluster of pearls and she was wearing a jade three piece underwear set, finished off with black seamed polka dot stockings and a pair of Victorian style calf length boots. This vision alone was almost enough to cause a hands free orgasm but I kept myself in check and complimented her on her stunning appearance. I noticed that she was carrying a black vanity case in one hand and the gift bag containing my new outfit from the recent ladies night in the other. She obviously picked up on my quizzical expression as she stated "don't worry, all will become clear after you've stripped naked. Stephanie and Caroline are going to help complete your transformation but in the end you must understand that you are my sissy bitch and mine alone".
Having placed the gift bag out of my reach on the dressing table, my wife proceeded to open the black vanity case revealing that it contained all manner of beauty products including nail polish, lipstick, eyeliner etc. "Right let's get started" she said "Stephanie is in charge of pedicures and manicures, Caroline will perform beautician duties and I will be your dresser and etiquette advisor". Stephanie giggled then reached into the case and took out a bottle of nail polish. "Will Midnight Blue go with the outfit?" Stephanie enquired of my wife. "Perfect" she replied. Stephanie then busied herself with a file and cuticle stick on my toe nails. I watched fascinated as she applied the polish and achieved a gloss like sheen, something I've never managed to do when leaning over, resting my chest on my knee. She then blew on my toes to dry the polish, an action that sent shudders up my body. Noticing this, Stephanie took one of my big toes in her mouth and began to suck on it gently. Before she could get too carried away however, my wife reminded her that she still had a manicure to perform. I duly held my hands out and watched patiently as my fingernails began to match my toenails, my cock twitching impatiently all the while.
Caroline then made my face up, covering my eyelids with a heavy coat of Cobalt Blue eye shadow and highlighting my eyes with a matching eyeliner and black glitter mascara. She completed her duties with an application of crimson lipstick. Having stepped back to appraise her handiwork she leant forward, her pert breasts jiggling delightfully as she did so and kissed me fleetingly on the lips. The kiss was sufficient however for me to detect a distinct muskiness on her tongue which confused me at first but then I remembered that she'd been exploring Stephanie's arsehole with her tongue within the previous hour. The thought repulsed and thrilled me in equal action and I was more than desperate for some action. I reminded myself however that I still had to be dressed by my wife.
Having retrieved the gift bag, my wife instructed me to view the contents. I duly obeyed and pulled out a tarty red and black basque with matching thong and an unopened packet of black fishnet stockings with a silver contrast seam. Stephanie and Caroline were invited by my wife to help me into these stockings as she was sure that I wouldn't get the seams straight (little did she know that I had quite a collection of seamed stockings of my own and was well versed in putting them on to full effect). Whilst Caroline stroked my inner thigh and gazed at me lustfully, Stephanie tore the packet of stockings open with her teeth and then proceeded to stretch the welts before passing a stocking to Caroline who expertly gathered it down to the toe before placing it on my recently pedicured left foot. As she worked the stocking up my leg she cheekily kissed first my inner calf and then my inner thigh which made me shift slightly on the bed. Having satisfied herself that the stocking was correctly positioned on my upper thigh, she lent forward and gently flicked my Jap eye with her tongue which almost sent me overboard. I was hoping that she might perform fellatio on me but remembered that she had been told in no uncertain terms that I was my wife's bitch and hers alone. Stephanie then performed an almost identical manoeuvre with the stocking on my right leg and even ventured to place her lips on my strained beyond belief manhood but soon desisted when my wife gave her a swift kick up the backside and exhorted her to check that my bloody seams were straight. With that, Stephanie gently stood me up and turned me around, beckoning Caroline over as she did so. They both then straightened my seams before giving a brushing kiss to my left and right buttocks respectively before abandoning me to the mercy of my mistress.
Wifey then strolled over with the tarty basque and eased me into it quite quickly although she did struggle slightly with the top hook and eye fastenings owing to the basque not really being designed to cater for a broad back. She then advised me to step into the thong before pulling it quickly up my legs and managing, but only just, to pack my tackle into the silky crotch. Against my better wishes, a glittering of pre cum seeped out through the thong's sheer crotch but wifey merely tutted before licking it off with relish. Next she encased my feet in a pair of red strappy high heeled sandals. By this stage I assumed that the transformation was complete but there was one last finishing touch to come.
As my wife reached up to take something down from the top of the wardrobe, I got a grandstand view of her marvellous derriere. I watched with insatiable lust as her buttocks clenched as she tightened her leg muscles to reach on tip-toe and then relaxed as she brought down a dusty old hat box, dropping something of the top as she did so. It turned out the stray object was just a coat hanger but its little escape enabled me to see the back of her jade green thong chafe against her poop chute as she bent down to pick it up. Oh how I'd longed since our marriage to plough that lonely furrow but it was something she wouldn't entertain. The nearest I'd ever got was inserting a well timed finger just at the point of her orgasm, when bringing her off by hand. This always sent her over the edge but wasn't enough to convince her that exploring her secret cave further might be worth considering. Anyway I digress: back to the contents of the dusty hat box. She opened and took out an auburn shoulder length wig along with what looked like a hair net. "Right little Mr Impatient, (a bit of a cheek considering I'd been waiting for hours for sexual relief) let's hide your tatty man hair" she said, gathering up stray hairs and tucking them under the hair net as she placed it on my head. Finally the preliminaries were over when the wig was settled in place and I was instructed to go over to the full length mirror and inspect myself.
The sight I beheld amazed me. Even though I'd been secretly dressing for years, I'd never come anywhere near such a perfect look, which was so good that temporarily, I didn't even recognise myself. I was a vision of sheer feminine perfection thanks to my wife and her two luscious assistants." It’s a pity to spoil all our hard work muttered the wife, but I'll have to remove your thong now as I'm aching for your cock". With that, she dropped to her knees, sliding my thong down as she did so and within seconds my cock was being grated back and forwards on her pearly white teeth. As if sensing my discomfort, she withdrew and spat on my cock to provide lubrication before taking me back fully in her mouth, her left cheek bulging perceptibly as she did so. This time she employed her tongue to soothing effect and I knew that she was really turned on as she had already started fingering herself, something she normally only does well into a blow job session. She started to get really carried away and as her pussy juices started to cascade down to her back passage, she started fingering both holes simultaneously. I got a really good view of her anal action courtesy of her rear reflection in the full length mirror along with a longer distance reflection of Stephanie and Caroline, who had obviously got turned on by our display and were now going at it hammer and tongs with a double ended dildo. I was burning with lust by this stage and on the point of coming, which the wife obviously sensed as she applied the squeeze and ease technique, grasping the bottom of my shaft quite firmly until the pre orgasm twitching subsided. "Not yet you naughty boy, you haven't met Leroy yet" she said. I wondered who Leroy was and finally decided that one of the three horny wenches present must have a black fancy man. I was barking up the wrong tree as it turned out though, as my wife said "here he is" whilst rummaging in her bedside drawer. Leroy was in fact her pet name for a black dildo with a suction base, which she had obviously bought at the recent Ann Summers party hosted in our house.
"Suck on this you sissy slut" I was instructed, so I did my best to simulate fellatio much to the amusement of Stephanie and Caroline. "Oh give me it here you useless bitch “hissed the wife, snatching it off me and spitting on the suction base before sticking it to the mirrored wardrobe. "You're always going on about how brilliant you are at driving" she said, "so why don't you try backing onto that"? I protested that it would hurt but Stephanie had obviously already guessed I would offer such an excuse since she threw a tube of KY Jelly across the room to me. "Don't worry honey, I'll lube you up" said Caroline suggestively" and before I had time to reply she was kneeling behind me liberally applying cool gel to my ring. She was soon reaming two fingers in and out, every so often brushing against my prostate, sending icy shivers through my body. In the meantime, Stephanie had sidled between my legs and was nibbling each of my balls in turn. Jealousy soon got the better of my wife and she yelled "get back on the bed you lezzy sluts; remember what I said about him being MY bitch". She then instructed me to "back on to that right now". I eased myself slowly onto "Leroy" but was impatiently instructed to "get on with it; I want to see the simulated balls deep between your cheeks". I duly complied and was then slightly taken aback when she announced "I'm going to prove what a good driver I am and back onto your sissy prick in one go. It will certainly be better than your pathetic attempt to mount Leroy". Sure enough she was impaled on my pulsing pole with one swift backward thrust of her delicious derriere. She started to thrust so hard that my buttocks were pressed firmly against the mirrored door and "Leroy" lay passively in my ass pussy. She asked me huskily to start thrusting in and out of her pussy which had the added bonus that "Leroy" was no longer passive and I was inadvertently making him thrust in and out of me. I could take no more and soon sent a juddering load of jism deep into my wife's womb. She pulled away before crouching down and giving me a hand job to bring back my erection. Having succeeded, she announced "now I want some attention from Leroy but I also want your cock, oh the agony of choice". She thought for a moment then instructed me to pick her up. Having done so, she wrapped her stockinged legs around my hips and lowered herself onto my now re-throbbing member, a drizzle of pussy juice running onto my stocking tops as I did so. My next command was to carry her over to the wardrobe and position her above "Leroy". Once in position, she reached round behind her, bent "Leroy" up slightly and asked me to lower her down. What a turnaround I thought as she had gone from not entertaining anal to being double penetrated by "Leroy" and myself. Her breathing soon deepened and we had a thundering mutual orgasm. "Perhaps we could make this your second life darling" she muttered breathlessly". Unbeknown to her however, I already had a second life as a CD so it would in fact be a third life. Still, I thought, if a pussy can have nine lives why can't a cock have three?"
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