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Good News, Bad News, Part 2
By Pindick
The hall clock said it was 1 a.m., which meant that I had now been
listening outside my bedroom door for four hours while my friend Barry
fucked my wife in every conceivable way. Laney alternated between screams,
pants, contented sobs and gagging noises. In between the crescendos, as
they rested for another round, she seemed to be taunting me through the
door, "God, I had forgotten what it was like to actually feel a cock
inside me. I couldn't even tell when puny Mike was in there. I just waited
until he seemed to be done," she said.
After yet another lull, they started up again.
"No, do my pussy again," she said. "I can't make babies in my mouth."
"It's getting pretty raw. I think it had contracted to fit the pansy out
there," said Barry, making no effort to prevent my hearing.
"No doubt," she said. "That's why I want to stretch it back out. Do it
again, and this time, don't hold back. Bang me with everything in you!"
The bed began to squeak, and I could hear the bedposts hitting against the
wall as she screamed, "God, oh God, I never knew it could be like this!!!"
In a few more minutes, it culminated with the loudest scream of the night,
followed by Barry's voice saying, "Wow, I think that's all you can take.
Let me get a mirror so you can see."
She broke out in something midway between a scream of alarm and a loud
giggle, then she called, "Oh pansy Mikey ... you out there in the hall ...
get in here now!"
I had been sitting back against the wall, my knees having long since worn
out from kneeling. I scrambled up and ran into the bedroom, afraid of what
I might see.
"You fucking idiot!" Laney said. "You left your heels in the hall. You are
never to be in my presence without heels unless I give you permission."
I ran back out into the hall, put on the five-inch mules and wobbled back
into the bedroom, where Laney was seated back against the headboard next
to my friend Barry. Her knees were raised but held together.
"I'm afraid we've made a mess," she said, and she let her knees flop
apart. I was startled to find that her pussy was oozing not only cum, but
a great deal of bright red blood. She had placed a towel beneath her ass
to catch the overflow. "Apparently my pussy needed stretching, and he tore
some tissues in there. I'm sure there's no harm done, but it's a mess. I
need you to clean it up."
"Should I get some paper towels?"
"No, you limp-dicked moron. Your tongue. Get under here!" She raised up
and motioned for me to lie on my back and place my head between her legs.
"Lap it up. Barry's cum mixed with my blood and pussy juices. Don't stop
and don't speak until I tell you you're finished."
There was so much blood and sticky cum I didn't see how I could ever get
her cleaned up. "Look, the pansy's hard again. He fucking likes this,"
said Barry. After a long while, my tongue had become dry and my jaw was
sore, but instead of releasing me she said, "Now get the other hole," and
shifted forward so that my mouth was now next to her asshole, which was
likewise surrounded by blood and cum.
"Since I've never let you in my back door, that was even tighter. Tell me,
is it bleeding too much? No ... don't speak. Just clean."
I licked her asshole for at least a half hour, and she suddenly released a
massive fart right into my face. "Oh goodness, how rude of me! Well, keep
licking," she said, and they both laughed. Finally, after another 10
minutes, she declared herself clean.
I emerged and asked if I could go clean off my face.
"Did I say you could talk?" Laney slapped me hard across the face. "Look
at that. You're harder than ever!" she said, laughing loudly. "Get out of
my sight, pervert. Into the hall, on your knees. Now!" I slipped on the
heels, wobbled into the hall and took my place outside the door. As I
began to shut the door, she said, "Leave it open."
She put her arms around Barry's neck and kissed him gently. "Think you
have one more in you, baby?"
Barry grinned: "I sure do."
Laney positioned herself between his legs and began massaging his cock.
Soon, it was hard again, and she looked at me: "Look at that! You've never
been that hard in your life, let alone after four loads. Not that you've
ever been able to produce more than one." She took the tip of his cock
between her lips and began moving up and down on it while masturbating
him. As he neared orgasm, she deep-throated him, gagging violently but
getting nearly the entire 10 inches inside her. His hips thrust as he came
in her mouth. She rose up and walked over to me, motioning for me to
stand. She took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, pushing all of
Barry's cum into my mouth.
"I didn't want you to be totally left out," she said, giggling. "Don't
swallow for a bit. Just enjoy the taste, like I do." After a few minutes,
she gave me permission to swallow. "I'd have you clean out the leftovers
in Barry, but he's straight. No worries, though. I'll find you plenty of
opportunities to get some nice cocks in your own mouth. That shouldn't be
hard for a pretty boy like you."
The term "pretty boy" stung because it was true. Growing up a spoiled rich
kid, I never did a lot of physical work, so I was on the thin side. I wore
my hair in a ponytail halfway down my back. Not only did I like it that
way, but it seemed appropriate for somebody heading Powers Design, the
somewhat artsy interior design form for high-end offices. I had inherited
the business from my father.
Finally, Barry announced that it was time to go, and after a long final
kiss, he left.
As he drove off, Laney turned back to me. "Wow, what a night. I've never,
ever had anything like it ... one orgasm after another all night long. I
guess maybe you heard some of it." She giggled. "Come on, let's go take a
shower."
"Together?"
"Of course. How else are you going to bathe me and wash my hair?" The two-
nozzle steam shower had plenty of room for both of us, and she gave me
step by step instructions for bathing her, using a fragrant body wash. I
shampooed and conditioned her hair, wrapped it in a towel, dried her off
and wrapped a large towel around her. She stepped out and instructed me to
clean myself up as well.
"Once you're done, stay naked and come downstairs. You don't have to wear
your heels for the moment. You should enjoy that," she said. I found her
later sipping coffee in the kitchen, wearing a fluffy white bathrobe. When
she saw me, she dropped her bathrobe, revealing her full naked
magnificence, and handed me a bottle of scented body lotion.
In all of this, she was careful never to lay a hand on me. Except for the
kiss to deposit Barry's cum in my mouth, she offered no hint of affection.
She instructed me to kneel - a painful position on my already-sore knees
on the stone-tile floor.
Laney sighed. "I guess you're wondering, now what? You may speak now.
Anything to say?"
"I don't understand what's happening here."
"It'll all become clear in time, but you already know most of it. I'm
going to have a baby. Not Barry's - a least, not based on last night's
fun. I'm not ovulating yet. But I'm going to bring lovers home regularly,
and I don't plan to be discreet about it. Everyone in town - the people at
work, the people at the country club, everyone - will know that I've had
to resort to becoming a slut because your tiny dick couldn't satisfy me."
"You won't really do that. You'd be a social pariah!" I said.
"You think so? Think about how I've been dressing for the past year. You
think all the other women don't already hate me when they see their
husbands panting after me? I just don't care. I won't be as public with
other men, because some of them will be married, and they have to be
discreet. But you'd best get used to the idea that I'm going to make up
for lost time with copious amounts of sex, while you get nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Well, as I mentioned, I may let you have a boyfriend now and then. And
we're going make you even prettier so they'll like you more. You're
getting the works today at the spa. They're going to take take that long,
straight hair and give it a nice feminine style. No more ponytails for
you. And I think maybe some nails and makeup will be a good idea. But hey,
there's good news - you're going to get a lot of new clothes!"
"Girl clothes, I'm assuming," I said.
She laughed loudly. "Can't fool you forever, can I? Yes, girl clothes.
Isn't that nice? And I'm going to be kind enough to give you a say-so in
style. Do you want to start slow, with girly pants and tops, or would it
be more comfortable to go ahead and go all out?"
It wasn't as easy a question as it seemed. If I took it slow, people would
see me becoming more feminine and assume I was becoming a gay
transvestite. If I went ahead with the full package, perhaps I could
arrange for somebody else to run the business and I could appear as an
entirely different person.
"If I go all out, can we make it so people won't know who I am?"
Laney laughed. "Mike, surely you aren't laboring under the illusion that
you can hide this. How are you just going to stop showing up at the
office? I mean, I know it runs itself, but you're the CEO for now."
"For now?"
"Do we need to look at those papers? I own 51% of the company. It was your
idea. Anytime you resist anything I'm doing, I'll replace you as CEO and
fire you. At any rate, it would actually spare you some humiliation if I
did that so you never had to face the embarrassment of appearing there as
a woman. That would be kind of me, would it not?"
I didn't have an answer.
"That's ok," she said. "Kindness isn't something I'm really into these
days at any rate. At least not with you, though I did treat Barry very
well last night!" She giggled.
"So now what?" I asked.
"As of now, you have nothing but one pair of jeans, a T-shirt and some
sandals. Well, they're strappy heels, actually, but they're technically
sandals. It's all in the laundry room. You'll wear that to the spa, where
your appointment begins at 8. In the afternoon, you'll go to Nordstrom's,
where you have an appointment at with Sandra, their personal shopper. She
will take care of you from there. She works independently, so you won't be
limited to one store, but you'll start at Nordstrom."
I retrieved the clothing from the laundry room. The jeans were, of course,
a feminine style, and the T-shirt was white with delicate pink embroidery.
The "sandals" were, indeed, strappy heels with at least a four-inch heel
and no platform, meaning they'd be almost impossible to walk in.
"What name is the appointment in?" I asked.
"Why, Mike Powers, of course."
"Can't you at least use another name? Everybody in town knows my name,
even people who don't know me will know what's going on."
"Yeah, ain't it a bitch?" She laughed. "No, there's no place to hide. Mike
Powers is getting a top-to-bottom makeover. Not Mitzi or Michelle or
whatever other name you'd like to hide behind. And don't worry - everybody
at the spa already knows. They'll be ready for you."
"They know how much?"
"Well, as much as they need to. Don't worry your pretty head about that.
Just get dressed. You're due there in less than an hour."
The outfit looked ridiculous, of course. Once dressed, I reported to Laney
as instructed. She screamed in laughter.
"This going to be SUCH fun!!!" she said. "Here, let me take a picture."
She snapped several with the same camera she had used the night before.
"I can't find my keys," I said.
"You don't need them. I'm dropping you off, and Sandra will pick you up to
go shopping. All you need is this." She handed me a tiny embroidered
purse. Inside was nothing but my driver's license.
"Don't I need money or a credit card?"
"I'll leave the card at the front desk of the spa, and they'll give it to
Sandra. You'll just need the identification in case you have to have an ID
somewhere. But a girl can't go in public without her purse!"
"What about my phone?"
"I'll give it to them as well. I'm not sure I trust you with it. You might
do something stupid," she said.
I was, once again, defeated. A few minutes she parked at the Pink Pearl
Spa and she took me inside. The "sandals" were even harder to walk in than
the mules from the previous night. The girl at the front desk couldn't be
more than 16.
"Hi Mrs. Powers. Is this your husband?"
"Yep. This is Mike Powers. You probably know him as president of Powers
Design. They actually designed the interior of this spa. Mike, meet
Deanna.
"I didn't realize that! Well, they did a great job! If he's ready, we've
got everything all lined up." Laney handed her the credit card. "Just give
this to the personal shopper when she picks him up," she said.
"Um, do you mind of I ask a personal question, Mrs. Powers?" Deanna asked.
"Of course not. Shoot!"
"Why is he getting all this done?"
"Well," said Laney. I held my breath. "I guess it doesn't matter. After
all, we all talk about very personal stuff in here, don't we?"
"To say the least!" said Deanna.
"Then I'll just say it outright. Mike has such a puny pecker that I've
decided he doesn't deserve to live as a man any more."
"How puny?" asked Deanna with a giggle.
As if I were invisible, Laney leaned over and whispered to her. Deanna
broke out in a laugh.
"I guess I don't blame you. Well, are you ready to come back Mr. Powers?"
"Can I get you to quit using my name?" I said.
"Sorry, Mr. Powers. It's policy. We're a very upscale spa, and it's a
matter of showing respect. We have to be consistent. Will there be
anything else Mrs. Powers?"
"Not that I can think of, but I'll call you if anything comes up.
Meanwhile, if he creates a fuss or you have any services you want to add,
just give me a call or text. Oh, and would you mind documenting his
makeover for me?" She handed him the camera from the night before.
"Sure thing. I'll pass it around to our service providers and we'll get a
full series. You know we sometimes put makeover photos on our web site and
Facebook page. Would you have any objection to our using his if it comes
out well?"
"Of course not! Anything that'll help promote the spa is fine with me."
Laney turned to me. "While you're here, I'm going to empower Deanna to
make any decisions that need to be made. You'll do exactly what she says,
do you understand me?"
"I understand," I said.
"Fine. OK Deanna. He's all yours!" She turned and left.
"Follow me, Mr. Powers," said Deanna. She turned and walked through the
double door, into a plush room where about six women were waiting too be
ushered into the area where they would receive services.
"Well, if it isn't Mike Powers, the all-powerful head of Powers Design!"
said a familiar voice. I looked up to see my company's personnel director,
April Bassett. "How about that, Boss Man! We're going to do our spa day
together!"
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