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Scenes from the Switch world.
Jill and Davie.
A Switch World Universe story
Based in a world where women are taller and stronger then men and run the
world. Men are pretty and obedient and have breasts as well.
Warning this story contains sex scenes some consensual some non-
consensual. If you are not of the age of maturity or if viewing adult
material is not legal in your location, please stop reading now.
My name is Davie. I am happily married to Jill. Jill, my wife is
moderately tall for a woman, about 6'2". Granted she is no basketball
player, but when walking through the mean streets at night, I feel safe
in her arms. Being a construction worker she is quite strong. I do have
to admit I admire the biceps on her as well as the rest of her body. She
keeps in shape so her breast are firm, unlike some of her co-workers. She
is the image of strength of Femininity. With her short cropped blond hair
she almost looks like a god from the legions
I am on the shorter side, even for a man. Not horribly short, just a
delicate masculine figure. I just make 5'2" wearing 4" pumps. One
advantage to being on the shorter side is my breast look huge on my tiny
frame. Since in relative terms they are not that big, 34" at best, they
are quite firm and full. Also, not to brag, but you know what else they
say men with big boobs have? Well lets just say I can fill out a pair of
panties as well as a bra. My long auburn hair that cascades halfway down
my back completes the package.
Jill would be home from work soon so I needed to get dinner started. I am
wearing a fairly short summer skirt and a simple blouse, mostly to deal
with the warm weather, but also Jill like it when I wear something
snazzy. Today I'm wearing my red panties. It's a little code we have, so
my when I wear my red panties, she knows that I am in the mood. Not that
it matters if she comes home horny, I better get in the mood quickly.
Even alone I wear pumps. Being on the short side, heels do help me
function. Sure it can be uncomfortable at times, but Jill likes how they
look on me.
I get everything ready as I know my preparations will be interrupted as
soon as she come through the door. My anticipation builds as hear the
door lock rattle. I'm glad she didn't stop by the bar on the way home
tonight, that would of thrown off the timing of everything. I hurry into
the kitchen so I pretend I'm busy. I open the oven door so I can 'check'
on the roast I'm cooking.
"Honey I'm home," Jill bellows as she comes through the door, right on
schedule.
"I'm in the kitchen. How was your day dear," I reply I pretend to be busy
checking as I her her enter the kitchen. I am bending over at the waist
knowing that it is leaving my garters exposed.
"It was OK, but not as nice as my evening will be," she says. Soon her
strong arms encircle me. One hand grabs my large breast.
"Please dear, not tonight. I have a headache," I try to sound convincing
as I really want her to sweep me of my feet.
"Please I have my womanly needs," she says trying to sound sincere.
"Don't you have anything else you can look at while I get dinner ready?"
I asked dryly.
"Maybe I do," I felt my skirt being lifted. My heart raced in
anticipation. You could almost feel her hormones go into overdrive at
what she saw. "Your mouth says no, but your panties say yes!" With
exuberance she scoops me into her arms I am small enough and she is
strong enough to cradle me in one arm, leaving the other free for
molesting.
As I was about to speak her mouth plunged toward mine, it's tongue freely
entered. Even if I wanted to stop the invasion I was too weak to resist.
She easily carried me off to the bedroom. On the way I am unable her to
stop her from pulling off my panties and skirt. Her hand rips my blouse
open, unable to deal with the time it takes to undo the buttons. I work
on releasing the bra as I don't want that destroyed as well. I can sew on
buttons, but bra's in my size are expensive.
Once she has decimated my outfit, her free was able to bring my member to
full attention. Quite easy when I'm in the mood as well. She dropped me
on the bed like a beast lorded over me. I returned her gaze with a coy
helplessness. She undid her jeans and let them drop to the floor soon to
be joined by her boxers.
I licked my lips in anticipation. She bent over placing her hand behind
my head and pushed my face into her furry love triangle. My tongue
negotiated the tangle of wild hairs to find her sensitive area. Her aroma
was strong. A pleasant mixture of sweat and raw female sexuality. I
worked my magic getting her juices to flow, though with her enthusiasm, I
doubt they needed much coxing. I could hear her moan with pleasure as I
teased her sensitive areas. Her clit was soon at full attention after a
brushing of my tongue. I circled the tiny yest sensitive organ teasing
it. The groans from above were all the feedback I needed to know that I
was on the right track.
After a while I was violently pushed back on the bed. Posed like a
conquering beast, Jill pulled off her tank top and lunged at me. She
mounted me. I bucked my hips as she rode me like a wild stallion. Her
hands firmly grabbed my sensitive breast as she bounced up and down on my
stiff member. Her moaning became louder as our lovemaking became more
violent. I tried my best to hold off cuming as I knew I would be in big
trouble if I didn't bring her to climax. She continued her rid twisting
my nipples which sent charges of electricity through my chest.
Finally with a great roar I could tell she had climaxed. I was about
ready to stop holding back so I could cum as well, however she just
rolled off me with a great sigh. Maybe next time. I reached over to
cuddle a bit, but she just pushed me off the bed.
"Boy get dressed and get me my dinner. I'm going to take a quick nap and
then get cleaned up," she said in a voice that I knew I had better do as
I'm told.
I have to admit to myself as I picked up my clothes and started to get
dressed that I was a little disappointed that I didn't climax as well,
however seeing her strong naked body sprawled out on the bed asleep with
a look of pleasant sanctification on her face did give me a sense of
pride. I leaned over to give her a peck on the cheek, but that just
caused her to roll over, letting out a loud snore.
After finishing the preparations for dinner, I can hear Jill in the
shower. I finish setting the table as she comes out in her jeans and tank
top.
"Something smells good," she says in anticipation.
"I've made your favorite," I said bringing the main course out. My heels
clicking on the floor I put a deliberate sway in my hips so my skirt
swirls a bit.
"I don't know which looks better, you or the food," she says giving me a
little goose on my rear as I set down the dish.
As we eat, Jill breaks the new "Honey" she says.
I tense up as when she calls me honey, it means she is going to tell me
something I don't want to hear.
"Some of the girls from work are going to come over tonight to play
cards," She says as she continues to eat.
"Not tonight, I was hoping I could talk you of going to hang out with
your friends so we could do something together," I pleaded. "I'll even
let you play VIP at the strip club, I know you like that one," I said
teasingly.
"You know that Thursday is poker night and Sue is having her place panted
so we need to play here," she replied firmly.
"But your friends are so crude. I think my ass was red from being slapped
so much last time not to mention all the 'accidental' brushing up against
me," I said in a bit of a pout.
"That's just their way of saying they like you," Jill said calmly.
""They like me so much they want to molest me," I mumbled as I started to
clean up the dinner dishes.
"Oh can you wear the French maid's costume I got you? That will drive
them wild. They won't be able to think about the cards and I'll clean
up," she said with enthusiasm.
"NO!" That dress is for our special our time," I said almost crying.
"Davie!" she said sternly giving me that look. I knew impressing her
friends was important to her. When she gave me the look, I knew I had to
go along. I had a hard time keeping them at bay last time just wearing a
boring house dress, I can just imagine the estrogen flowing in that
outfit.
"OK," I said in quite resignation as I prepared to do the dishes.
"Great! They will be here in a half an hour. And can you make us some of
the snacks like you did last time?" she said as she pulled out the cards.
"A half an hour?!? I haven't even done the dishes yet!" I protested.
"Just leave them until morning, no-one will care," she yelled from the
other room.
I rushed through cleaning the dishes so I could get ready. I know Jill
didn't care, but there was no way I was going to have dirty dishes in my
clean house. I take pride on being a good husband and keeping a clean
house for my wife. I know if I weren't here, in hours this place would
look like a cyclone hit it.
I headed off to the bedroom to change. I tried to clean up as best I
could. I heard one more request from Jill come from the living room.
"Could you wear those special shoos of yours" she bellowed.
I knew what shoes she was talking about. I have these heels that are over
six inches. "I can hardly walk in those! Please Jill be reasonable," once
again I pleaded.
"Davie!" I could just feel the face in the tone of her voice. I knew I
had no choice.
Getting out of my clothes I pulled out the lacy push-up bra that
exaggerated my already ample cleavage. The dress let a little bit of the
lace trim peek out. I found a pair of black lace panties and a short
white ruffly silk petticoat to complete my undergarments Finally I took
the little back dress out of the closet. I have to admit that wearing
this was a guilty pleasure, I just wasn't sure if I really wanted to
share it with Jill's horny friends. I pulled ot over my torso. I adjusted
the shoulder ruffles down over my arms so I would have bare shoulders.
Sitting down on the bed I started on the shoes. I slid them on and then
fumbled with the ankle strap that held them in place. I so much enjoy
regular pumps over the complected contraptions. Standing up I had to take
a moment to adjust to smaller surface area I had to walk. As I bobbled
around getting my sea legs so to speak, I heard a knock on the door.
I heard Jill let some people in. "Davie get out here, our guests have
arrived!" she yelled then I heard her tell her friends a joke about how
long it takes men to get ready.
"I'm coming," I replied trying to keep my anger inside as I don't think
anyone could of gotten in this outfit any quicker. I made a brief stop in
the bathroom to check my makeup and hair. Despite the rush, I knew Jill
wanted me to look my best for her friends. She did like to show me off.
"Hurry up Davie," she once again bellowed.
"Coming right out," I said as I prepared to exit the bedroom. I took a
breath to composed myself before opening the door. I grabbed the knob and
strutted out.
I was greeted by wolf whistles and wow's as I strolled up to Jill putting
my arm around her waist. She put her arm around my shoulder and gave me a
peck on the top of my head.
These women worked with Jill on the construction crew. They were all
rather muscular. Two of them were even taller then Jill. The shorter ones
were not much shorter. They all towered over me even on these stilts. I
could smell the beer on their breath. Not having husbands to go home to,
they just drank their dinner at the bar before coming over here. While
some of them weren't bad lookers, their martial status was due to there
general attitudes toward men. They just wanted a fuck toy who would cook
and clean.
"Girls, I would like you to meet the little man of the house," Jill said
with pride.
"You are one lucky bitch," one said. "He's a real cutie" another said the
others just grunted in agreement.
"Davie why don't you bring us some beer as we get started," Jill
requested.
I headed off to the kitchen taking short steps as required my my footwear
to remain stable. Even though I couldn't see it I'm sure all eyes ere on
my ruffly ass. Returning with the beers on a tray I placed a coaster on
the table followed by the bottle by each of the women. Sever were
unabashedly staring at my cleavage.
"I don't know about you but milk is sounding good right now," one said as
the other broke out in laughter.
After serving the beer and getting several slaps on the rear Jill
suggested that I go make some snacks for the crew. As I headed off to the
kitchen I overheard several off color remarks about parts of my anatomy.
Jill jokingly answered "Hey thats my husband your talking about.". It was
clear on what my status for this evening would be.
"More beer out here!" I heard from the kitchen. I had just started the
treats. It was hard to believe they finished the first round so fast. I
brought a second round to the table. The ogles and groping were getting
more blatant. I looked over to Jill for help, however she seemed to be
concentrating on her cards.
"Thanks sweetie," one growled as she whacked me on the rear. I let out a
squeal. This did not get Jill's attention.
I hurried back to the kitchen as quickly as I could without tripping.
There were several chuckles coming from the table. I was starting to get
worried. Something was going on but I didn't know what.
Finally the snacks were ready. I put them on the tray and with much in
trepidation headed out to the living room. I dropped the tray in surprise
when I saw Jill passed out at the table. The other four women just leered
at me.
"It seems Jill is a lightweight, she can't handle her knock-out drugs
very well," one said as they got up from the table.
I was about to scream when a hand wrapped itself around my mouth. "Listen
here you little clit tease, I'm going to tell you how it is. You not
going to scream. Your not going to say anything about what is about to
happen either. Jill has had a hard day at work, apparently the beer went
to here head. We were perfect gentlewomen for the whole evening. Got it
slut? If you say a peep, first we will all deny it and support each
others story, and Jill, if she's lucky, will just get fired for some
trumped up charge or more likely have a little accident. Construction is
a dangerous business. But don't worry we will assist the grieving
widower. Do you understand?" the hand across my mouth tightened.
I couldn't believe my ears, they were actually threating to rape me and
kill Jill if I didn't cooperate. Fear coursed through my body. I tried to
think of an alternative, but I knew they were right, no cop would believe
a man over four women.
"Also because we like the scenery of your apartment so much, we will
have our regular game here every week. You don't object do you? Jill
loves to show her trophy husband off, and we enjoy her generosity. Do
wear something pretty like you did this time, don't worry if it's not
comfortable, as you won't be wearing it long," the women laughed at that
final remark. Shivers traveled up my spine.
Soon my body was covered in hands graping my breast, ass and cock. There
were several comments on how gifted I was.
"Now do you understand the situation and will you cooperate or does
something bad need to happen?"
I nodded my head. I couldn't think of anything, I just wanted Jill to be
safe.
"All right, everyone draw a card. High card goes first," all the women
drew. One cheered as she knew she would get first dibs.
The winner got up and came over to me. "OK first a little show, lets see
those magnificent boobs of yours," She grabbed the material of the dress
and ripped it off exposing my lace bra. "Damn another layer to go," She
peeled her fingers under the cups and pulled. I felt the rear strap dig
into my back until the clasp gave way. She tossed the ruined bra to the
floor. My breasts stood there exposed to my attackers.
The woman made her way around behind me. She reached around grabbing a
boob in each hand as she played with them to the amusement of the others.
I stood there completely humiliated as she bounced my breasts around all
the while making funny sounds.
" Now take off your panties and let us see what you got....though if you
don't want to, I'll be glad to help you out. Please don't want to," the
others cheered at the suggestion.
Almost in tears I pulled down my ruffled silks and panties leaving my
private area only barely covered by my short dress.. The woman held out
her hand as I pulled off the tiny silk undergarment. My head dropped as I
knew that it would end up has her prised souvenir I gave her silk
garment which she stuffed into her pocket. "This will look good on my
truck rear view mirror" she gloated.
With one are around me and the hand firmly grasping my breast she
suggested."Lift you your hem and come here to the others so we can pet
your dog."
I did as I was told. I couldn't look as I felt fingers tease my member.
There was some daring going on and I felt a pair of lips wrap around the
stiffening organ. I tried to curb my natural tendencies but I was unable
to. Once I was fully stiff I felt something tight go around the base. Oh
my god they put a ring on. They were taking no chances about everyone not
getting a chance.
"He's locked in!" I heard one say. Just then the winner spun me around
and forced me to my knees. "OK you little slut, get my engine started,"
she ordered.
I undid her jeans and pulled down her briefs Her hand then pushed my
face into her puss. "It had better be good too!" she ordered.
I did as I was told and worked my tongue around her lips. Her oder was
strong and not as pleasant as Jane's but what choice did I have? After a
while her hand yanked my hair pulling my face away. She then pushed me
backwards and mounted my bound member.
"Move you bastard!" she ordered.
I began to thrust my hips. Meanwhile over my head apparently the number
two person straddled my face as she dropped her jeans and boxers. Soon
her box was descending toward my mouth. It didn't take a genius to know
what I needed to do.
Unseen hands played with my breast. I could feel the remains of dress
being torn away. My hands were stretched out and inserted into very moist
fur covered lips. All four women have found some way of pleasing
themselves with my body. After what seemed like an eternity there was a
shift. The woman on my face replaced the woman riding me and one on my
hands replaced the one on the face. After the next round my hands were
free for a moment until the person on my face moved them to her rear.
Finally the last one took her place on my cock. At least I could breath
again and not the foul order of my attackers. When she finished. The
others had started to get dressed again.
"Get the ring, we'll need it next week," one said to the last. They
laughed as I squirted once it was released.
"What a mess, it's a good thing Jill has a husband to clean up." They all
got a chortle over that.
Two of them carried Jill to the bedroom and just plopped her down
haphazardly on the bed.
One shoved the money on the table to Jill's spot. "Wow girls it looks
like Jill was the big winner of the game. I'm sure she will be bragging
tomorrow when we tell her how she won. Sitting up I could see there
couldn't of been 5 dollars on the table. It was a low stakes game.
"What about my dress?" I meekly asked.
"You careless bastard must of spilled something on it to ruin it, thats
why you had to throw it out. Remember if you don't want anything bad to
happen to Jill, let us have the game here from now on. We were perfect
gentlewomen despite the fact you got drunk and started flirting with all
of us, right."
The other women agreed that is exactly how it happened.
"None of us touched you despite your flirting. In fact when you spilled
on your dress you were so drunk you ripped it off and paraded around in
your underwear," everyone laughed and agreed that is what happened. "I
got you another dress to wear from your closet to protect you modesty you
whore."
"I remember that" That's what I remember."
I was on the verge of tears as they left.
"See you next week, slut!" they said leaving.
Slowly I picked myself up off the floor and surveyed the damage. I picked
up the dropped snacks and disposed of them. I took a long shower, though
I doubt I could ever feel clean again. Unable to sleep I spend the night
cleaning the apartment. I was like a nightmare, my mind almost couldn't
believe it had happened.
What a choice I had, lie and cheat on the woman I love or see her
disgraced and fired or worse killed. Somehow I would have to endure this
torture. I couldn't see a way around it. I had to please my wife and now
her obnoxious friends.
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