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The Transition of My Wife - Chapter 4
Wearing nothing but women's panties and tied cruelly to a weight-lifting
machine with an oversized dildo planted deep in my ass...I suppose this is
where I should have been admonishing myself, "Be careful what you wish
for."
However, no such thoughts were going through my head. I was much too
turned-on to be thinking in such a rational manner.
Certainly, there were the fleeting questions as to the source of my
wife's newly found zest for embracing what, until then, had been
exclusively my own perversions. But, the key word there was "fleeting"
as the totality of my current circumstances - the cock in my ass; the
ever-present taste and smell of semen in my mouth and nose; and the
sight and feel of the beautiful pair of silky panties I was being
'forced' to wear - was conspiring with the margaritas I had drunk
earlier to drive my mind deeper and deeper into a state of euphoria.
'The cock in my ass...'
Those words sounded so foreign...yet, at the same time, they sounded like
a phrase that could become strangely familiar.
"Let's face it, sissy. You have always wanted to be fucked...to be made
to feel like a woman. Haven't you?"
That was not my wife talking. By now the familiar sound of water
running through pipes in our ceiling and walls told me she was upstairs
in the shower. And, the entire weight room was visible to me in the
floor-to-ceiling mirrors in front of me. No - I was definitely alone.
It was my alter ego that was now speaking to me. The cruelest Dom in
the world - at least that I had ever known or read about in my limited
experience - was, in fact, in my head. He held all my hidden secrets in
the lowest regard. Yet, he was familiar enough with my every unnatural
desire to play upon each and every one of them, oftentimes calling me a
"sissy," a "faggot," a "panty-wearing cock-sucker,"...I could go on.
"Hump that cock in your ass, panty-boy," he now cajoled me.
"Do it! We both know it's what you want," his tone grew sharp.
I pulled up until only a few inches of the silicone cock remained inside
me. My thighs wanted to stretch a bit further and I stood a couple of
inches higher in an attempt to move past a middling position almost
certain to bring on cramping. The result was that the head of the penis
pulled past what seemed to be an inner ring of muscles a few inches
inside my ass. At the same time, I was noticing that the head was
exceptionally large in proportion to the shaft, making it 'pop' past
that particular spot in my pussy...er, ass.
"Did I just refer to my ass as a 'pussy?'" I asked myself.
"What else would you call it, pussy-boy?" my alter ego answered.
"'Real Men' have cocks...and asses. Sissy-boys have clits and pussies,"
he elaborated.
"Which are you?" I asked myself.
It was a rhetorical question. "You have talked your own wife into going
out and getting fucked by another man while you stay home and act like a
panty-wearing faggot," my alter ego continued in my own head.
"Pretend!" I whispered out loud. "She is pre-tend-ing to go out with
another man."
He ignored myself.
"So, I think it is clear YOU are a sissy. And, by the associative
property, that cock-containing orifice of yours is, indeed, 'a pussy.'"
"Now! Use your PUSSY to ride that cock!" I told myself.
It was all the encouragement I needed.
As the large head of the penis pulled past that pleasure zone a few
inches inside me, I experienced a rush of pleasure.
"Ooooooo!" I looked up just in time to catch the panty-wearing sissy in
the mirror squeaking in surprised delight.
And, without thinking about it, I immediately pushed right back down on
that wonderful cock so that I could experience the same sensation of the
head pushing its way back up into my ass.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." I growled at the reflection in the mirror.
And, immediately, I started to stand up again to repeat the sensation.
"Just once more," I thought to myself. "I have to feel that cockhead
slide out of my ass one more time."
"Ooooooo...," out came the cock
"Ahhhhhh...," back in went the cock in quick succession.
I was quickly moving past rational thought, instinct beginning to drive
my actions.
And - right now - that instinct was telling me to pull against the
straps holding my wrists to the barbell to move my body away from the
cock-wielding bench between my legs. I quickly realized that, though a
bit uncomfortable, using my arms in this way balanced out some of the
strain my thighs had been feeling. It also steadied me, my movements
becoming much more fluid and controlled as a result.
The cock glided out towards the opening of my rear port. As the head
caused that internal point of resistance to quickly expand and collapse,
I involuntarily threw my head back and clamped my eyes shut. The flash
of ecstasy was fleeting, however, as I had again reached the extent of
movement available to me, my wrists twisting to the point that my arms
had lost all leverage. Once more, my full weight was on my thighs as I
hesitated briefly somewhere between a half and three-quarter squat.
It was a terribly uncomfortable position. But...it was one that was
easily remedied by simply sliding back down onto the cock.
"Ahhhhhhhhh..."
It went back in hard that time; but I was beyond caring as I slid back
down onto my silicone lover.
As I smoothly transitioned my weight from my back and arm muscles onto
my legs, dropping myself into a deeper squat, I inhaled deeply (as one
would do during the negative rep of any exercise.) The large volume of
air drawn into my lungs was infused with the taste and odor of semen and
pussy as it passed over the soiled and cum-packed panties that my
blushing bride had been so thoughtful to wedge into my mouth.
The strong smell (and taste) had suddenly become overwhelming. Had it
just now become that strong? Or, had I not noticed it before?
I could not be sure which was the case; what I WAS sure of was this was
by far the strongest taste of a man's cum I had ever experienced.
It should have disgusted me.
I should have wanted more than anything in this world to spit those
disgusting panties out of my mouth (were they not tied in place.)
But, that was not my response...far from it, in fact.
In truth, I was relishing the taste and smell of man-juice in my mouth.
As I stood back up, sliding the dildo back out of my ass, I clamped my
jaws together such that a significant quantity of liquid was forced out
of the panties and into my mouth.
And, at the top of my repetition, I greedily swallowed all the liquid.
Then - with the sticky mess still freshly coating my throat - I drew in
another deep breath of air and slid back down onto the cock again.
"Eww!" It quickly popped past the 'pleasure point' I had become all too
aware of.
"Agh!" I was already coming back up off of the construct that had
quickly become the focal point of my entire universe: The Cock.
"Eww......Agh......Eww......Agh...Eww...Agh...Eww...Agh
...EwwAghEwwAghEwwAghEwwAghEwwAghEwwAgh..."
Animal lust my only motivator, I pounded that wonderful cock in and out
of my ass fast and deep.
Without even realizing it, I had also gradually adjusted my body posture
to maximize The Cock's contact with my prostate gland. My back was
arched as much as I could stand and my buttocks protruded lewdly as if
seeking out some invisible bar stool behind me.
All the while, fluids had begun to steadily leak from my cock as the
head rubbed against the cool, delicious nylon front of the panties I was
wearing.
A large wet spot had formed.
"Cock..."
"...suspected..."
"Slut..."
"Just look..."
I was delirious in my fervor of humping that cock, but something else
was coming through.
"The music," I thought, "Yes, that's it. The music is still playing."
"...on video..."
"...my friends...,"
Phrases were being spoken.
"Wait a minute," the small amount of functional sanity in my head
reasoned to me. "Those are NOT 'Pieces of a Dream' vocals."
"Is someone talking to me?" I asked myself.
I opened my eyes and started to become aware of my surroundings again.
"My, oh my, oh my," I heard a female voice say.
"Look at our little sissy now. She has blossomed into a full-blown
cock-whore," it continued.
My wife stood a mere two feet in front of me: hands on her hips, head
cocked to one side, smirk on her face with one eyebrow raised. She was
dressed to the hilt in a red cocktail number that clung tightly enough
to accentuate her hourglass figure yet plunged low enough to openly
display her ample cleavage.
As I gradually came back to reality and began to take in the situation,
I immediately began to wonder how long she had been standing there.
"What had she seen?" I wondered to myself.
I wanted to strike up small talk with her so that I could get an idea of
her state of mind and possibly gauge how long she had been standing
there.
"You cannot talk to her," I clarified inside my own head. "You have a
gag in your mouth."
Then, it suddenly dawned on me that none of this mattered: I was still
humping the dildo! Despite the sudden appearance of my wife...and my
abject shame and embarrassment as a result...I had not stopped my
repetitive motion that caused it to slide in and out of me.
And, with that realization, I did stop. Midstream.
Shaking from the exertion - not to mention the adrenaline still coursing
through my veins - I looked up at my wife.
She batted those big, beautiful brown eyes of hers at me and flashed a
big smile. "Don't stop on my account, sweetie. You looked like you
were enjoying yourself."
She was right. I WAS enjoying myself; but NOT by choice.
It was involuntary. I was out of control.
And...certainly...it was NOT something I would ever intentionally allow HER
to witness.
She had reached out and was tenderly brushing my cheek with the back of
her hand. I relished her tender touch and the kindness it indicated.
I was quickly starting to feel rather weak and pathetic. My erection
was fading fast; my legs were cramping again; and the inside of my ass
was beginning to throb.
Still gagged, I could only use my eyes to plead with the beautiful
visage before me, "Don't judge me."
She just smiled and continued to stroke my cheek in loving fashion.
To be continued...
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