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The Transition of My Wife - Chapter 2
"Is this really happening?" I asked myself. "Is this what I wanted?
And, who was in control of the whole thing?" Now that a third party was
involved - and given the behavior of my wife - it was feeling less and
less like I was the one in charge or was having any say whatsoever, for
that matter. But that, after all, is what I wanted: to relinquish
control. Correct?
My wife and this Jack fellow seemed to be exhibiting a bond between
them. It was the kind of bond that she and I had as well...or maybe I
should say, "used to have."
"Was this my idea?" I wondered. "Or, maybe it was her idea. Or, maybe
it was what she wanted all along and she had made me think it was my
idea." Shit, I couldn't keep any of it straight anymore.
The reality of it was none too confusing, however. I was wearing
women's panties and cuffed to a chair in my own bedroom. Further, my
wife and the man who had just cuckolded me in my own bed were scoffing
me at.
Now my wife was humiliating me and making me beg to eat her lover's
come from the crotch of her panties. And - as she well knew - despite
my embarrassment and confusion, I wanted to do it. Damn her! She knew
all my secrets, all my passions and now she was using each and every
one of them against me.
But - again - this is what I wanted, right? This was my fantasy. That
was true. But, fantasies are something you act out - not something that
you actually do. This had gone from fantasy to reality.
And the reality was that I could smell his jism in her panties being
held just a few inches from my face. My head was spinning.
"Can you smell them?" she asked. "Hmmm? Can you smell my lover and I in
these panties?"
"Yes, I can smell them." I responded to her.
"What you smell is the results of the best fuck I have ever had in my
life, my little pantied one," My wife said. "I now understand why you
have wanted to wear panties all these years. It's crystal now. You're
no man. Jack is a man - a real man. You are a pathetic sissy and have
never satisfied me the way he does. Further, you will never have the
chance to even try again. You're new role is as a little panty slave
for Jack and I."
"She's just role-playing; she doesn't really mean what she is saying,"
I told myself. "Just go along."
"Do you understand that, my little sissy?" she asked. "You're going to
help Jack and I have the best sex we can from now on. It's an important
role, mind you. You will be kind of like a sexual aid. You will get us
ready for sex...you know, lubricate certain areas and get other areas
hard...and, of course, there is the clean-up activities that are
required. As long as you do a good job, we will let you play with us."
"Which...brings us to the task at hand," she said. "If you are a
willing participant in what I have just described, then ask me to lick
all this cum out of these panties. And, do it with respect."
I couldn't help myself. I wanted to do this. I knew I would regret it
later but, fuck, I was horny! This was the most erotic situation I had
ever been in.
"Mistress, may I please lick you lover's cum out of the crotch of your
panties?" I asked in as respectful a tone as I could muster.
Whapp!! She slapped me across my face again.
"Fuck!!" I said. That was three times she had done that and it was
starting to piss me off. "What the hell..."
"I have told you time and time again that I don't want to be called
'mistress,'" she retorted. "That's your fantasy, not mine. And, your
fantasies are over."
"Call me by my name," she said. "But...let me see, I guess we do need
some bit of formality, don't we?"
"I know," she exclaimed. "How about I let you talk to me like I do the
little kiddies in our Sunday school class?" she suggested. "You can
call me Miss Laura."
"Yes, Miss Laura," she said. "That will do nicely."
"And, it's appropriate don't you think? You wear panties like the
little girls in my Sunday school class; so, why shouldn't you talk to
me like one of them. You are about on their level in my eyes," she told
me.
Another serious blow to my ego.
"Now, let's try again," she instructed me. "What is it that you want my
little panty boy?"
"May I please lick your lover's cum out of your beautiful panties, Miss
Laura?" I asked.
She leaned over again, drawing close to my face. I could smell her
perfume and feel her breath on my neck and ear. The panties didn't
move, however. She continued to hold them a few inches from my nose.
"Now," she inquired, "why would you want to do something like that?"
"I want to suck your lover's cum from your panties, Miss Laura, as this
would signify my devotion to you as well as the start of my new role in
pleasing you and Mr. Jack." I told her.
"Good answer," she responded. "Now, eat up, fag boy."
And, with that, she crammed the sodden crotch of the panties into my
face, smearing the pussy juice and cum over my mouth and nose. I barely
had time to open my mouth before the strongly smelling mixture hit my
face and lips. Some of the cum went into my mouth, but it also went up
my nose and was being spread all over the outside of my mouth.
I was dazed and perplexed at the same time. What was she up to now? I
thought she would let me give a tentative lap or two before putting the
cum in my mouth. That would have been humiliating enough - however,
this aggressive cramming of her and Jack's love juices against my face
was downright degrading, almost to the point of being ritualistic.
Ritualistic...yes, that is what it was! I now recalled another event
this put me in mind of. It was when we cut our cake eighteen years ago
at our wedding and Laura had fed me the first piece. She had crammed it
in my face just like she was doing now with the panties. It had made me
mad then and this was definitely pissing me off now.
I jerked my head to the side. "Goddamn it! That's enough of this shit!"
I shouted.
But, as soon as I opened my mouth, in went the panties, globs of cum
and all. Following that, she quickly pulled out a cotton belt and
wrapped it around my face, tying it behind my head and holding the
panties in place.
"Enough of this shit?!" she repeated loudly. "I don't think so, you
fucking panty waist!"
"I have put up with your twisted fantasies for over fifteen years and -
now that we have reached a point where they are actually doing
something for me - I can assure you that you are not going to call the
shots as to when we have had enough of anything!"
She bent over and, again, lightly grabbed my balls through my panties.
"This has just started," she purred in my ear.
She then walked over to her dresser and grabbed a couple of small hair
clips. She used these in her hair all the time and I had never paid any
attention to them. However, now I noticed that they had sets of very
sharp points on both sides of them.
She walked over to me and roughly clamped one of the clips on each of
my nipples saying, "That is for using the Lord's name in vain."
I winced as they bit into my nipples. Within a few seconds, the sharp
points worked their way even deeper into my skin and I was reeling at
the surprising level of pain being inflicted upon such a tender area. I
felt like there was no way I could stand the pain - yet, my wife was
walking away from me and it was obvious that I would have to learn to
endure the torment as the clamps were there to stay.
The clamps were combining with my anger and the panty gag to have a
secondary effect. I was breathing very hard and having to do so through
my nose. With each breath, I was pulling in the aroma of Jack's cum
that was spread on my face and was even inside my nostrils. On top of
that, I could taste the cum and pussy juice that had been pushed into
my mouth with the panties. I had no way of getting the taste out of my
mouth and it seemed to be growing stronger with each breath.
I hated the fact, but it was slowly having the effect of causing me to
become extremely horny. Naturally, my penis was giving this fact away
by pressing hard against the panties that I wore.
Jack finally spoke. "The dude actually gets off on being treated like
shit? Look at how hard his little pecker is inside those girl's
underpants."
I looked down at the nylon Olga panties that I wore and my hard penis
was clearly visible through them. The sight turned me on that much
more. It always did.
"Oh yes, my love," my wife responded. "My little panty boy here gets
off on being humiliated and abused. He enjoyed watching you fuck his
wife's pussy and he is celebrating by savoring the flavor of your cum."
She tilted her head to the side in thought. "Most of all, I think he is
excited because this is the first time a 'real man' has ever seen him
wearing his pretty panties. Until now, it was his and my little secret.
On the other hand," she added, "he does like the taste of semen as
well. Don't you fag boy?"
She had never once called me that name before this night. Nor had she
used anything like it, for that matter. She would occasionally make fun
of me when I wore panties during our lovemaking or other role-playing;
however, she always avoided any homosexual connotations. Now, it seemed
to be every other word out of her mouth and it was like a knife cutting
into me each time she said it. On the other hand, it gave me a sexual
thrill - talk about dichotomies.
"I think she is just getting overly into this thing," I reassured
myself. "She will snap out of it as soon as Jack goes home and I am
released," I thought. "When will that be, by the way?" We were an hour-
and-a-half into our little session at this point. "Once he leaves, I
will be able to fuck my beautiful wife and finally be 'allowed' to
release my own sexual tension," I thought to myself.
"Hello!" She said to regain my attention. "I asked you a question. If
you are going to be our panty slave, you must be attentive when either
of your owners speaks to you. Now, tell us how much you like to taste a
man's cum in your mouth."
It was true. Our sexual games had taken on this aspect a couple of
years prior. In retrospect, my cum-eating fantasies had played a
significant role in landing me in the situation I currently found
myself in.
I, like probably countless other guys, had tasted my own cum many years
ago. For me, the first time was as a teenager. And, like other guys who
had tried it, I had found the experience presented me with a bit of a
paradox. The only time one could taste ones own cum was after an orgasm
and 'after an orgasm' is the least desirable time to eat cum, ones own
or anyone else's (since the libido has pretty much dropped to zero at
that point.)
There had been times, however, when I had ejaculated only partially and
was still in the throes of passion and, during these times, I found the
taste of my own cum quite arousing. After several years of marriage, I
had worked out a process where I would attempt to 'partially ejaculate'
while having sex with my wife and then would eat her out. It was tricky
to pull off but a real turn-on when done properly.
A few years back, I confided to my wife my desire to eat cum out of her
pussy. Once, after I had come too quickly, she had attempted to push
her pussy into my face saying, "you said you like to eat come out of
me, well here is your chance. Go ahead!"
Of course, having just come, it was out of the question. She let the
topic drop at that point, but my mind kept working.
My wife and I had played around with light bondage for years. Of
course, this was all done at my bidding. My wife had no interest in
being tied up or in tying me up, for that matter. However, I would prod
her and prod her and she would eventually do it, mostly just to shut me
up, I imagine.
One night, we were drinking margaritas and I was feeling particularly
uninhibited. I told her that I wanted to pretend that she was
cuckolding me. Not being a Shakespeare fan, she was not familiar with
this term and asked what I was talking about. "You know," I said.
"Let's pretend you are going out and having sex with another guy."
"Okay," she responded. "I am going out and having sex with another guy.
How's that?"
"No, no," I said. "You don't understand. There needs to be some
evidence that it happened."
"Oh, yeah?" she asked. "Like what kind of evidence? Are we talking,
maybe, a stretched pussy and some semen? That kind of evidence?"
"Well...yes, that's the idea." I answered.
"And, uh, how exactly do you want me to pull that off?" she asked.
"Without actually doing it, that is?"
"Okay, well, let me tell you what I had in mind," I said. And, I
proceeded to explain to her the scheme that I had cooked up. For the
next couple of weeks, I would store up the semen each time I
masturbated and keep it in a container in the freezer. When I had a
large enough load, we would play a game where she would tie me to one
of the benches in our home gym and then leave the room for a while to
supposedly go out with her lover. During this time, she would go
upstairs and retrieve the stored semen from the freezer, thaw it out
with hot water, and then carry it to bedroom. Once there, she would
masturbate with one of her larger dildos to get her pussy nice and wet
and stretched out and then she would use a large syringe we have to
inject the warmed semen into her.
Once she had completed this process, she would put her panties and
other clothes back on, tidy up, and revisit me in the weight room. Once
there, she would tease me that she had been with another man and have
me eat his cum out of her pussy.
After hearing this, she just sat there with her chin on her fist and
shook her head. "You've got to be kidding me?" she asked, rather
incredulously. "That's a lot of trouble for me to go through with
syringes and what not. What's in it for me?"
"Well, you can fantasize about getting it on with another man while
your poor helpless husband is waiting downstairs to clean your pussy
out afterwards." I explained.
"And this is a fantasy of yours?" She asked. "You want to know that I
am out getting fucked by another guy?" And you would get off on eating
another man's cum out of my pussy?"
"Well, deep down I would know we are just role-playing and that it is
my own come that I am eating, wouldn't I?" I responded. "It's just a
fantasy."
"Hmmm," she contemplated. "And, I suppose you will want to be playing
your little submissive sissy role, correct? You'll want me to put you
in panties and spank your ass and tie you up? Maybe even fuck you in
the ass with a dildo. Am I correct?" She asked in a matter-of-fact
tone.
"Well...uh...yeah," I replied with no small amount of embarrassment.
"Something like that."
"That perverted little mind of yours never stops, does it?" she asked.
"You've added one more twist to your little repertoire, haven't you? I
must admit, it's an interesting twist, though. It might feel kind of
good to have you suck my lover's come out of my well-fucked pussy."
She stared into space for a while like she was piecing it all together
in her mind.
"Okay," she finally said. "We'll act out your little fantasy. But you
are on your own in storing up your little bank of jism. I don't want
any part of that. You just let me know when you think you have enough.
After that, I will decide the timing on actually doing this thing and
let you know."
I have never been so excited in my life. Later that night, I made my
first deposit into a small Tupperware container, placing it in our
downstairs freezer. I knew she could not be rushed on doing this thing,
so the sooner that I got my 'collection' ready, the sooner the final
wait could begin.
Life went on as usual and my lovely bride never mentioned the
conversation again. I almost wondered if she remembered having it; but,
I knew better than to press the matter. It had been nearly three weeks
and I was trying to get up the courage to tell her that I think I had
enough of my cum stored in the freezer to do a good job of this when
she finally broached the subject for me. "How's your little sperm bank
coming?" she asked. "Have you been making regular deposits?"
"I think I have plenty," I answered nervously.
"Good," she said. "Because...(she circled her finger on my thigh) I
think this Saturday night would be a good time for us to play. Do you
think you are ready?"
"Yes, I am ready." These things were not easy for me to talk about. I
really preferred for her to just take charge. But, she rarely made it
that easy for me.
"Okay, are you sure?" she inquired. "I don't want you begging to not go
through with this once it is underway. We either do this or we don't."
"Yes, I am sure," I told her.
"And...now...remind me what it is we are going to do exactly?" she
asked.
"Why does she do this to me?" I asked myself.
"Well, I was thinking that you would put me in panties and maybe strap
me up to the Smith machine in the weight room. You could spank me like
we have done in the past, to warm things up," I told her.
We have a two hundred square foot weight room that is very well
appointed. One wall is mirrored, sine qua non for any serious weight
room. It's difficult to express how exciting it is to see myself tied
in front of that mirrored wall wearing nothing but beautiful briefs or
French cut panties. Just thinking about it makes my heart skip a beat.
"Yes, I suppose I could tie you up in your panties and spank you," she
responded. "Then you would do your little cum-eating thing?"
"No, I would be standing at that point, wouldn't I?" I corrected her
(she was purposely being obtuse.) "Then you would move me over to the
bench in the center of the room and tie me to that...face up."
"And that is when you want to eat my lover's come out of me?" she asked
with a giggle. "Huh, panty boy? Is that when you want to eat some man-
cum?"
"Yes, dear," I awkwardly responded. Hearing her say these things drove
me absolutely nuts even though it embarrassed me. Or... maybe because
it embarrassed me.
"All right, then," she exclaimed. "Saturday night it is! I will make
sure everything is set up."
"I am kind of getting excited!" she said. "I think I may learn to like
this. Besides, it will be nice to get everything out in the open," she
added.
I wasn't sure what that last comment meant, exactly; but I didn't care.
All that I knew was that Saturday night couldn't come soon enough for
me.
To be continued...
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