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Post Sea Saga
Part IV
Spying from the living room, I remembered that I hadn't seen the kid for
a while and had never paid that much attention to him, but knowing that
someone is going to fuck your wife tends to focus the attention. Billy
was wearing ragged cutoffs and a faded red tee shirt. His feet were in a
pair of Reeboks. His hair was blond, maybe faded from the sun--he had a
deep tan from his work outdoors--and it was long enough to look a little
like a shag. His eyes were blue. He was an average looking kid, slim but
not skinny--in pretty good shape, again a result of the physical labor
involved in his job. There were slight remains of past trouble with acne.
Maybe 19, he still had the awkwardness that remains with some late teens,
and he obviously was at once excited and embarrassed by my wife's
dishabille.
"Uh, hi, Mrs. _____," he managed, unable to make eye contact.
"Oh, Billy," my wife said in a low and encouraging voice, "you can call
me Cathy." She walked over to him and touched his arm, guiding him to the
table.
"Sit down for a minute. Have some coffee?"
The boy allowed himself to be guided to a seat at the kitchen table,
still keeping his eyes on the floor. "Uh, no thanks--too hot for it."
"Oh, silly me," my wife giggled. "How 'bout a coke, hon?"
Again came an "uh," followed by "OK. Thanks Mrs. _____." He was darting
glances at my beautiful wife, and his eyes got bigger with every glance
he took.
"Billy," my wife's voice was not raised, but there was a tone of reproof
in it. "What are you supposed to call me?"
"Uh" (apparently inevitably) "Cathy. I mean Cathy."
"That's better. Don't forget again, Billy."
There was something there that caused my cock to twitch. She was going to
be in charge of whatever happened. Could Billy be a potential submissive
to my wife as well as a fuck partner? (I've since realized that this
thought as well as my calling him a "kid" were my ways of attempted
defense from the humiliating knowledge of what was going to happen.)
Handing him a Coke, Cathy made sure that her fingers touched his hand and
lingered for a bit. She was rewarded by more blushing on the his part,
and I could see that his dick was making a tent in his cutoffs. "Is he
bigger than I?" I thought. "How much bigger?" I cringed.
"So, Billy," my wife continued in her low, exciting voice, "we've never
talked much. You're a very interesting person, and I'd like to get to
know you better."
Billy stumbled out a, "Gee, thanks," and actually looked directly at
Cathy's long legs.
"So, a good-looking guy like you, you must have a girlfriend, huh,
sweetie?" Cathy cooed, and placed a soft hand on his thigh.
Now he was all atwitter again, but he didn't move. "Uh, well, not really.
I'm kinda shy."
"Billy, sweetie, you don't have anything to be shy about!" He actually
glanced up briefly and looked at her face. She was smiling, and I could
see that her wonderfully mobile features communicated both kindness and
sexual interest.
"Do you really think so, Mrs.... I mean Cathy?" His voice actually
trembled, and his growing hope and excitement were palpable. Billy
apparently was not "sexually active," and I could imagine how much desire
and fantasy he had built up as a randy kid just at the end of his teens!
Nervously, he took a huge drink from his coke and spilled it on his shirt
and pants.
"Oh, honey!" Cathy exclaimed, grabbing a towel. "Let me help!" She began
to wipe Billy's leg where some coke had dripped and managed to spend most
of her time stroking his crotch. Billy's initial embarrassment quickly
turned to delight as he made a little groan and moved against her hand.
"Ah, you like that, don't you, sweetie?" Cathy asked, and she began to
unbutton Billy's shirt. "Let's get this wet thing off you." He didn't
resist!
As soon as the shirt was off, Cathy said, "Why, look, you naughty boy--
you got some coke on my jeans." I could see the scene clearly and could
see nothing on her tight jeans. She laughed and told the now panting boy,
"I guess we both need to take our jeans off."
Suiting the word to the action, she took off her strappy sandals and
peeled her jeans off. Quickly shrugging off her blouse, she put the
heeled sandals back on and stood before the nearly-hypnotized young man
in her camisole, corset, and thigh highs.
"You like?" she asked with a grin.
"Oh, Cathy!" came the response.
I watched the unfolding scene of my wife seducing a guy with decidedly
mixed feelings! I felt frightened and jealous, but my cock was throbbing
in my panties. The humiliation, submission, and fear were immensely
powerful.
My wife spoke again with a cute smile and a pretended air of puzzlement.
"Pretty Billy, when are you taking those wet things off?" referring to
his cutoff jeans.
Quickly, he removed them, struggling a bit to get them past his erection,
which showed hugely in his boxers. (I knew he'd be wearing boxers.)
"Oh, I wanna see!" Cathy said in a little girl voice. She kneeled down
and pulled the underwear down and off Billy's legs.
His cock was (of course) hard and looked to me to be about six inches
long. It seemed bigger thrusting up from his flat belly. His chest,
shoulders, and arms were well-developed, and he had a very attractive
body. Cathy closed her hand around the cock and bent to kiss him. She
lingered long, and ended up seated on the young man's lap, pressing her
camisoled ass against his cock. His hands stroked her corset and the warm
body beneath it that I knew so well.
Standing up, Cathy placed a finger against Billy's lips and told him,
"I'll be right back, stud. Don't you go anywhere." She left the room.
Kneeling down by me, her eyes alive with excitement, she whispered, "Oh,
baby, I want this! I want his hard cock in my pussy!" She closed her eyes
and put my hand between her legs, where I felt wetness through the
camisole. I could smell her excitement.
Cathy opened her eyes and looked directly into mine. "I need a real cock,
sissy. Yours is so little and pitiful I can't even feel it. You know
that, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress. I know." I felt the hot flush of humiliation. His cock
was bigger than mine, and though I knew in my mind that mine was pleasing
to Cathy, in this scene reality wasn't present, and I was jealous and
frightened of her finding pleasure with someone else.
"You want me to enjoy his cock, don't you?" Cathy continued inexorably.
"If you don't, I won't touch him, you know." Her mouth was slightly
parted, and out eyes locked. I was silent in response to her glowing
excited sensuality and dropped my eyes to the floor. "Tell me!" she
hissed. "Tell me what you want me to do." She reached into my maid
uniform and pinched my nipples.
"Do it!" I said softly.
"What?" She pressed me, "What does my sissy little husband want his wife
to do?"
"Fuck him," I forced out.
"Oh, my little sissy maid, I don't know if you mean that. If you really
loved me, you' beg me to. You will beg me to turn you into a cuckolded
sissy."
It was like a dam broke, and I began to cry--overwhelmed by love for her,
submission, excitement, humiliation, and fear. The need not to let Billy
hear made my sobbing choked and desparate. "Please, Mistress, please fuck
his big cock. My little sissy cock is so pathetic. You need a real man's
cock in you. Please let him fuck you. Show me what a pathetic sissy I am.
Please!"
"Oh, darling, how much I love you," came her sweet reply, and she kissed
me, deeply, her tongue probing into my mouth, and the smell of her
surrounding me. She briefly held my head to her breasts and then quickly
returned to the kitchen, where her lover waited.
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