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YOU BET by Throne and C.C. Cecil's wife Bette came home in a state of amused agitation. She looked down at him from her superior height, over the hills of her watermelon boobs, and said, "Ceece, you won't believe what happened with Dara and me. She made this crazy dare and I took her up on it. And then I got her back with one of my own. Here's what's going on." He was more interested in the slim chance of going to bed with her. It had been way too long, at least since she had allowed him any fun. They were hitting the sheets all the time but it was only for him to provide her with oral pleasure. Bette went on, "So, the first dare was for me to show up at The Blue Light, that swinger bar, in a really slutty outfit." He responded uncertainly, "Well, I guess that would be, um, okay." He was short and slender, easily intimidated. After several years of marriage his wife had him well tamed. Her main technique was to keep dangling sex before him but never quite letting him experience as much of it as he wished. She smiled sweetly and said, "Ohhhh, that's so nice of you to play along." She stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around his narrow upper body, holding him close to her overly full bosom. Bette let her hands slip down his back and cup his small, nicely rounded buttocks. She even ground her hips against him before she whispered, "Why don't we head for the bedroom?" She kissed him gently on the forehead. "In fact, why don't you get undressed right now, Ceece? That would be sooo exciting for me." Cecil blushed slightly, uncomfortable with the idea but willing to do anything to advance his sexual agenda. She moved back and watched approvingly, trying not to let amusement show on her cute plump face, while he unbuttoned his shirt and got out of it, then removed his shoes so he could take off his trousers. She cooed appreciatively and said, "Now make those socks go away and definitely say goodbye to those jockey shorts." She always made him wear jockeys because they made it obvious how small his endowment was. When he was completely naked she gave him another hug, this one prolonged enough to make him get hard. His erection was not impressive and she had often made him aware of that fact, but always put it in terms of her accepting his shortcoming. It sounded like she was saying she didn't care but she always made sure that, in the end, he was left feeling inadequate and obligated to make it up to her. She used more of that technique now, as she took him by the hand and led him toward their room. He couldn't stop ogling her broad backside as she moved. Bette loved to have him nude while she was still fully dressed. Sometimes she made a private game out of seeing how long she could keep them like that. Once they were in the bedroom she sat on the foot of the bed and got him standing between her knees. Bette toyed with his nipples, which never failed to get him dizzyingly aroused. He was soon moaning and squirming under her expert ministrations. When he was amusingly helpless, she went back to talking about that bet, and how much fun it would be, going to such a swinging club where there were so many hunky guys, all looking to pick up willing women. The idea of what might happen began to sink into his mind but, when he started to say something she licked her index fingers and went to work on his nipples again. She kept alternating those two things, the worrying talk about the club and her expert stimulation, until he was a confused mess of concern and need. Then, with him totally off balance, she suggested that he kneel down and lower her panties. He sank to the floor and reached under her loose skirt to do as she wanted. The guilt she always made him feel kept him from asking for anything for himself. After all, hadn't she selflessly spent all that time generously teasing him? Bette said, "Hey, since I'm going to have to dress up as a slut, why don't we have you wear something special, too? I mean right now. I know they're kind of big for you, but how about if you get into my panties." When he looked like he might object, she added, "... while they're still warm from my body." That returned his thinking to what he desired so much. He sat on the floor, raised his feet, and awkwardly worked the satiny panties up his legs and over his bottom. Then, without being told to, he resumed his kneeling posture. His wife always enjoyed having her thighs kissed, so he did that too, almost as if he was thanking her for allowing him this limited intimacy. Yes, she had his mind WELL conditioned. Bette put her hands lightly on the back of his head and drew his face to the juncture of her fleshy thighs, pressing his mouth against her most feminine spot, letting him breath in her scent and taste her wetness. She told him in a seductive voice, "I need you to use your tongue on me, Ceece, because you're so good at it." She had long ago established, through indirect comments, that his oral talents far exceeded anything he could do with his undersized penis. The kneeling husband, clad only in his wife's panties, set to his task with desperate enthusiasm, thinking mainly of her pleasure, and only secondarily of his own. She, of course, was already pondering which of her excuses to use to once more postpone his enjoyment. She decided to tell him that he had exhausted her with his proficient pussy eating. That made it his fault that she no longer wanted intercourse, at the same time making him depend more and more on submissively using his mouth to earn her approval. ****** Russ set the breakfast tray gently beside the bed within easy reach of his wife Dara. She stirred lazily at the smell of rich, hot coffee and sat up, stretching in her sheer black nightie in a way that always set Russ's member twitching. She glanced at him and smiled mischievously. "You're always so sweet to me!" she sighed. "We're sweet to each other." He settled back into the bed with his own coffee, playfully running a finger across his wife's smooth thigh. "That's what makes us such a great couple; we love doing things for each other." "Do you really love doing things for me?" Dara wiggled her shapely bottom just a bit and Russ felt the ruffled trim of her panties against his silk pajamas. "Of course!" He smiled lovingly at his wife. "You know I'd do anything for you!" "Anything?" Her smile got a little more mischievous. "Try me!" "Well, Bette and I got into kind of a dare/bet/challenge-y thing last night--you know how competitive we can be when we're together-- and I'm afraid part of the bet involves you and Ceece!" "Cecil? And me?" His thoughts turned inevitably to some sort of sex scenario. Wife swapping, maybe? He said, "Tell me more." "Wellll..." His wife bit her lower lip, looking innocent and sexy at the same time. "She challenged me to go with her to that new club, the kind of wild one called The Blue Light." She paused for effect before adding, "With both of us girls dressed really slutty." "Whoa," he said, images filling his mind. "I wouldn't mind seeing that." "Oh, good. Because I challenged her back to get Ceece to accompany us and she said I'd have to get you, too." He shrugged, trying not to let his eagerness show, at least not too much, and told her, "Hey, sounds like fun. And with us guys along, you shouldn't have any problems." She reached out to give his upper arm a squeeze. "I'm so glad you're being cool about this. I'll tell her the deal is on. And we'll see if she ups the stakes any more." THE NEXT EVENING Crouched in his underwear on the bedroom floor, Cecil carefully painted his wife's toenails while Bette cradled the cell phone to her ear. "So your goodie-goodie husband agreed to let you go out to The Blue Light with us dressed tramp/slut style, did he? What? Did Ceece agree? Honey, Ceece does whatever I say! That's the only way to run a marriage, and the sooner you learn that.... Yes, of course, Ceece is coming, too. I wouldn't miss a chance to let him watch me heat up a bunch of randy studs--and the folks at Blue Light are open to just about anything!" She considerately moved her foot so her husband could get the pinkie toe as she spoke. He obediently continued his efforts. It bothered him to hear her tell someone else, especially her sexy girlfriend, how submissive he was, but Bette had his perception so turned around that he blamed himself for being that way, and saw it as part of him trying to repay her for letting him be near her. "What's that? Hell no, Ceece won't get in the way if I decide to flirt or even play around a little. Your man Russ might be a problem though....well what's the point of going out like that if we don't? Yeah, yeah, well let's just up the ante a bit and say I dare you to flirt with a guy--Hell, I dare you to get into a heavy petting thing, too! That's right, you have to put the moves on a guy and go as far as you want to.... yeah, Russ might get jealous...you think he might lose it and ruin things? Tell you what: I'll make Ceece her wear something sissy. Something so totally sissy he won't have the nerve to try anything! Only you've got to do the same with Russ-boy! Whaddaya say?" ***** At her end of the phone, Dara was talking: "Wow. I really like that. But I'll have to think of some way to get him to play along. Maybe if I hint around that he'll get extra treats in bed later..." she mused. "Yeah, that's it. I'll put the idea into his head that me letting guys hit on me, and even having limited contact with them, will get me overheated for later on. I know he'll fall for that. Okay, then. We're on." There was a pause and then she said, "I hear him coming in the front door. Talk to you later. Time to go to work on hubby. I think I'll take a page from your book and not let him get his rocks off. Have to start putting him under my thumb. Bye for now." Dara was on the sofa, wearing just a sleeveless top and tiny terrycloth shorts. She arranged herself more invitingly just before her husband entered the living room. He came to a complete stop, sensing the animal heat she was giving off, yet not completely sure of what was happening. Pleased that her strategy was so obviously working, she stretched indolently, making her large bust rise. His eyes went wide. She parted her legs slightly and settled back down. He came close to her and she gave him a bedroom smile, all heavy eyelids, that ended with the tip of her tongue wetting her lips. She pulled her feet toward her enough to create a small space at the end of the sofa and invited him to sit. He put himself there and she placed her feet onto his lap. "Hey, sweetie. Could you give my tootsies a little massage?" He put his hands tentatively onto her feet and she pressed her heels against his crotch, being rewarded with the feeling of him already getting hard. As he began to rub her toes she said, "You remember that challenge thing I have going with Bette? It looks like I may have to concede it to her. When we get to the Blue Light she's going to flirt with some guys, maybe even let some touching happen, and I don't know if I can match her on that one. You know, because now it's part of the bet." She shrugged. "I mean, it would be fun, playing pretend like that. And I'm sure it would get my juices boiling. By the time we got home I'd be ready to tear off your clothes and give you the full treatment." She chuckled ruefully. "But I figure you won't want to be on board with me not only showing myself to other guys but, you know, getting just a touch physical." The possibility of her turning into a wild woman in bed hit him right between the legs. His cock was twitching as part of his mind imagined that happening. So he said, "Well, I know how much this bet means to you. And I'd know that you were just doing... that stuff... to prevent Bette from winning. So I suppose it would be okay," he concluded, not broadcasting his secret hope, even though she had planted it and was leading him effortlessly. She put her hands suggestively over the ends of her breasts and said, "Oh, baby. That would be great. Now there's just one other part of this challenge that she came up with. It's about what YOU would be wearing. She's already got Ceece to go along with it. Here's what she said. She figures it might be hard for you guys to just sit there and watch us getting pawed by some randy stud---" "Getting pawed?" Russ gulped, surprised to find his tool still swelling at her words. "You girls would--?" "See what I mean?" she pouted, "If you couldn't keep it in mind that I was doing this just for fun, you'd probably make a fuss or something and ruin the bet for me!" "No I -uh--I-I mean..." Dara curled her legs beneath her, showing off her sexy butt in the tiny shorts. And she let her displeasure show. "Mmmhmm. That's just how Bette said you'd act! I don't see why you can't be more helpful, like her Ceece is!" "Honey." He wanted to reach out and hug his wife, but he knew better tan to try it when she was unhappy about anything. "You know I like Cecil! I mean he's kind of a nerd, but we get along okay. And if there's something he does that you'd like me to do...." "Really?" All displeasure vanished from her posture, replaced by sexual energy. "You mean that? Anything?" "I can deny you nothing." He smiled. "All right," she smiled back at him, amused and challenging. "Bette says Ceece loves to pleasure her with his lips, and he does it with no strings attached--no paybacks. Why she says it's a regular thing for him to give her a nice cummie with his mouth, then get up and fix dinner! Think you could do that?" "Watch me." Russ knelt eagerly between his wife's legs and began lowering her shorts. "Wait!" she purred. "Get naked first. I want you nude!" Aroused even more by her tone, Russ soon found himself crouched bare- assed between his wife's smooth white thighs, eagerly tonguing her to pleasure, listening almost subconsciously to her words: "Mmmmm, this is nice! And afterwards you can just stay naked like this while you fix dinners. Or maybe I'll let you wear a pair of my slippers and that cute little apron! Wouldn't you look sweet? Bette says Ceece wears that kind of stuff for her whenever she wants! Would you do that for me too? Sure you would!" She shifted on the couch to give his tongue more access to her moist hot-spot. "And since you're going to dress like Ceece, you can wear something nerdy like he will when we go to the bar! Yessss that's it! If you guys are dressed like sissies you sure won't try to interfere when Bette and I get it on with other guys, will you? Hmmmm?" Her smile widened and her pleasure grew as she listened to the sounds of passionate assent from down below. Soon, Russ had given her a head- spinning orgasm. She made a mental note to teach him to not hurry so much, then took a minute to come down from the clouds before she patted him on the shoulder and told him, "Job well done, my nudie cutie. Now let's get you into something appropriate for cooking me a lovely meal. Oh, and don't plan on sharing it. I don't do that with the help. Besides, I just fed you." She chuckled at her words. When she got up, she received an extra kick from seeing him still naked and kneeling unquestioningly. Jeez, she was getting heated up all over again. It seemed even more attractive now that she was going to dress him like a sissy and take him to The Blue Light, where she and Bette would get busy with some randy studs and give the husbands a show like they wouldn't believe. She told him to stand, took him by his still firm member and led him to the kitchen, all the while telling him how good he had made her feel, and joking about how nice it was for her not to have to return the favor. Her praise had the desired effect, strengthening the idea in his mind that doing what he was told would earn approval. He was so intoxicated with sexual stimulation that when she talked about him dressing however she said, he simply nodded and repeated his willingness. Then she found that brief apron she had mentioned and held it up before him, saying, "Let's see if you're true to your word. You said you would put on whatever I pleased and this... is what I please." She held it out and stroked the soft material across his nipples, making him gasp. He wordlessly took the apron, slipped its strap over his head, and reached around to tie it behind him. She made him do that last job three times, until he had the big flouncy bow that she desired. Then she smacked him on the ass, as if she was a macho husband and he was the meek wife, before she announced, "You can make the steak that's in the fridge, cut up that leftover baked potato and fry it, and steam some broccoli. And remember, you're cooking for one. Don't make too much." He wondered uncertainly, "But that steak is big enough that there will probably be some left and..." She cut him off and finished, "... and I'll have it for lunch tomorrow. Now run and fetch a pair of my slippers, the ones you got me with the low, clear Lucite heels and the gold straps. You are going to look so pretty in those. I'm sure they'll shape your legs nicely and add a bit of wiggle to your walk." She got excited by making him wear something that he had purchased to make HER sexier. He hurried off to get the footwear. On his way back, with them on his feet, he noticed how they made his gait more feminine and he could also feel how they firmed his calves and made his butt protrude just a bit. What was happening to him, he wondered as he began obediently preparing dinner... for her alone. As he worked he wished that the apron wasn't so frilly, and it didn't leave his bare butt exposed. He self-consciously tugged down on the front of the short apron but didn't slack his pace. Russ didn't want to displease his wife. He currently didn't look... or feel... like much of a man and there would be more of the same because of those dares the girls had been exchanging. But at least he could stay in her good graces by being a dutiful... what? He-wife? House husband? He decided that she might like a nice glass of wine and made sure there was a bottle of red on the inside of the fridge door, chilling. He set an appropriate glass on the top shelf to cool. A single glass. Dara was in the den, sitting in the comfortable recliner that had always been her husband's chair. She had the TV on, turning it up loud enough that he could hear it and know she was relaxing while he prepared her meal. She wasn't paying much attention to what was on, however. Instead, she was congratulating herself for how far she had taken him already and relishing the thought of taking him much, much further. He would be kept in bits of girly clothing and have to do her housework. When it came to sex her goal would be to cut him off completely from intercourse. She already had the hook in his mouth and now she simply had to reel him in, playing him like a fish, giving him some line to make him think he could get free, and then pulling him closer to her net. Once she was done he would never be able to gain back his former life. And she eager to see how far developments went with whatever guys they met in the club. She hoped it would be very far. Russ, meanwhile, had started thinking again about her and Bette messing around with strange men at that club. He still didn't like the plan but it seemed now to have a certain inevitability about it. And, he had to admit, it would be exciting to witness her flirting with other guys. He told himself it was all innocent fun and would be a one-time happening. Sure, that was it. He relaxed as he bustled about in the apron, taking careful steps in those heels. The bottom line was that he wanted to please his wife. It wasn't like she would keep pushing him further and further. Of course not. ****** The night for their trip to The Blue Light arrived. It was a cool evening with low cloud cover in a moonless sky. At Bette's house she had Ceece naked while he helped her to get ready. She chose a tight dress, green and made of some shiny material, that clung to her full curves, showed off her deep cleavage, and left her thighs mostly uncovered. It was new, bought for this special occasion. Ceece was uneasy seeing her in it. He grew even less comfortable when she made him bring a shoebox from one of her closets (she had taken over the closet space, letting him keep his stuff in garment bags and cardboard boxes, all of which were in the basement, so that he had to go down there every time he needed something to wear), he opened it, and found himself staring at a pair of red shoes with three inch block heels and narrow straps, that would have looked perfect on a hooker. She sensed his disapproval and snapped at him, "What? Don't you want me in those? Would you rather we put them on YOU?" He stammered out that he thought they would look wonderful on her small feet. She settled down and added, "Besides, if you're a good wimp tonight, when we get home I might let you stroke them while they're still on me, take them off my feet and play with yourself while you fondle them." He found that exciting but, at the same time, humiliating. She had conditioned him well. Her hair was all ready and she had most of her make-up on, intending to add to it shortly before they left, to make it oh so slutty, which she knew would increase his anxiety. But now it was time to dress dear little Ceece. She smiled devilishly and told him, "Now, Ceecee, let's reveal what I've picked out for YOU to wear." He cringed inwardly at the thought of being seen in public, dressed the way she liked him. And he felt like it was his fault that his pal Russ would wind up in the same fix. Maybe if I wasn't so weak, Cecil told himself, Russ wouldn't have gotten drawn into it and be about to find himself in the depths of creative perversity, with his wife Dara starting to run his life the way Bette did in their house. She told him to follow her to the guest room and see what she had laid out for him. ***** Russ sat nervously nude on the bed in their soft carpeted bedroom and looked on dubiously as his wife crouched between his open thighs. *Click!* "There! She rose, smiling wickedly, "All safely locked away for the night!" He looked at her for just a moment. It was hard to take his eyes off the delectable sight Dara made with her blonde hair falling softly over her bare shoulders, her breasts clearly outlined in a too-tight tube-top, midriff bare down to the short miniskirt that seemed to caress her shapely butt and show off her luscious legs, accentuated by drop-dead spike-heeled shoes. But as he felt his senses stirred by the sight, he quickly looked down between his legs at the tiny plastic device she had just secured there. "Aww, Hon," he whined, "is this thing really necessary? I mean, you've already made me shave off all my body hair--" He shivered a little as his gaze took in his smooth legs and chest, soft and creamy as hers. "--just to make me look less manly; do you really have to lock up my-my...." Dara's smile grew just a little more amused as she put the key on a thin gold chain around her neck and played with it teasingly. "Now Baby," she cooed, "you know how important it is for me to win this thing with Bette," she cooed, "Just think how totally more whipped than Ceece you'll look when I point you out to some stud as my husband and then tell him all about this key!" "But I mean--" He tried to collect his thoughts into logical arguments--no easy task for a man who has been denied sex for more than a week while pleasuring his sexy wife. "--As long as you're just telling about it... I mean, as long as no one's going to actually see that I'm-I'm wearing this -uh- well why do I have to really wear it?" "Three reasons," she said with assurance. "First it'll score incredibly more points when Bette learns about it. Second, I kinda want to see the look on your face when another guy hears that I have you so completely under my control! And third--" She broke off as her smart phone beeped. Ignoring her nude, smooth- skinned husband, she studied the little screen for a moment. Her expression grew thoughtful. "I wonder...." she mused, then showed the image on the screen to Russ. "Take a look," she said firmly. Russ looked at the picture in dismay. It was his friend (and co-betting partner) Cecil, dressed in a ridiculously unmanly outfit. Like Russ, his skin seemed to have been denuded of hair. The hair on his head was coiffed into a style that seemed unisex if not downright effeminate, with curly ringlets all over. His soft-looking chest was covered with a pink sleeveless shirt -- almost a camisole! -- and matching shorts that seemed to flair out like a skirt. On his feet were soft-looking ivory-tone slippers with a slightly-elevated heel, and white stockings with lace at the tops! Accompanying the image was the simple text: BET U CAN'T BEAT THIS! Don looked at the picture in consternation, already pitying his friend at the prospect of having to go out in public in such an awful get-up. Hi thoughts were interrupted by Dara's murmured comment: "I just wonder...." "Wh-what do you mean, Dear?" "This sounds like one of Bette's sneaky tricks!" "Y-You mean she's not really going to make Cecil go out like that?" he said with a trace of relief. "You notice she doesn't say that's what Ceece is wearing tonight; she just implies it! I bet she sent me this just to trick me into thinking that's what Ceece will be wearing--so I'd dress you in something a little more sissy!" "I don't get it." The nude-and-locked man looked at his lovely wife in total confusion... which turned to dizzying shock as she went on: "But I bet that actually she's going to put her little Ceece into something much more effeminate! And if we're going to win this contest...." She looked at Russ carefully. The way a cat studies a tapped mouse. AN HOUR LATER Dara was still smiling as she led her husband into The Blue Light. And she couldn't help giggling as she looked at him. Russ was now wearing a short blue silk dress, strapless and practically backless! It was gathered at the neck into a shimmering front that hid his lack of bosom while it showed off his smooth sides and back -- a lot of back, since it swept down to just above his butt-crack before the skirt portion showed up for a brief appearance that ended well above mid-thigh! High heels and glittering plastic bracelets were his only accessories. His longish hair had been swept into a coy peek-a-boo look and his face made up with sensuous artistry. "But everyone will see I'm not-not really a-a girl!" he had whined when she put him in this bizarre attire. "I don't know how to talk or walk or--" "Don't worry!" was Dara's amused reply, "The Blue Lamp caters to a pretty diverse clientele, if you know what I mean. You may even get it on by some guy who's into your sort of thing!" "My sort of thing?" His red lips went wide with alarm. "What do you mean?" "Just that maybe you and Ceece should pretend to be a couple. Act kind of lovey-dovey towards each other--you know, hold hands and hug a lot. That might discourage some of the girlie-boy-hunters!" Her words echoed in his ears as they entered the bar and looked around for Bette and Cecil. Sure enough, there was the couple at a table, with guys slowly passing and eyeing them with interest. Bette was dressed as sexily as Dara. And Cecil, true to Dara's suspicions, looked much more feminine than in the photo. He had on a pink belly shirt with the word SWEET emblazoned across the chest in large, curvy red letters. Below that he had on a clinging mini skirt that was even shorter than Russ's dress. On his feet were racy heels. The rest of his outfit consisted of a sort of choker strung with plastic replicas of big pieces of hard candy. At least his hair wasn't any worse than in the picture. The new arrivals sat with their friends. The women gave each other an air kiss, which caught the attention of several onlookers of both sexes. Dara looked meaningfully at her husband, as if waiting to see whether or not he had picked up her cue. He blushed visibly and leaned toward Cecil, pursed his lips, and made a kiss an inch from the other's cheek. Russ sat back and took in the rest of the room. It was filled with a bizarre selection of patrons. There were feminine men and masculine women, lots of fetish fashions, and a few people in bondage gear. He certainly hoped his wife didn't intend to use any of the latter on HIM. When he noticed that there was a selection of cuffs, corsets, collars, and pieces he couldn't identify on the back wall, with a sign announcing that they were for rent, he blanched. "I explained to Russ," Dara told Bette, making sure Cecil heard, "that our boys should act like they're hot for each other if they want to keep the leather men from hitting on them." Cecil's eyes went wide as she added to him, "Unless you WANT one of them to take you into a private room upstairs, Ceece." Dara snickered and said to Russ, "Ceece doesn't have to worry as much as you do. You are MUCH prettier. In fact, I see a few studs checking you out already. Maybe you sissies should do something else to display your affection for each other. Hmmm? And if you speak, make sure you sound girly!" Russ shuddered as he glanced to the side and saw a tall muscular man in a leather vest and matching jeans grin at him. In desperation he whispered to the other husband softly, "Ceece, we have to put on a show if we don't want to... you know." Cecil put his hand lightly on top of Russ's. Dara's husband put his arm around Cecil's shoulders. They moved their chairs until they were touching each other and then snuggled together. "I'm sorry, Ceece. I don't want to have to act so... gay. But it's better than the alternative." He closed his eyes and let his hand drift downward so he could give his pal's hip a squeeze. The dude in leather was still watching, evaluating, when Russ dared to check again. Russ swallowed what was left of his masculine pride and kissed his friend on the neck, even gave the warm skin a brief nibble. That finally ended the big predator's interest. The women laughed at the scene their spouses were making. A waiter came to the table. Or maybe it was a waitress. His body was as smoothly hairless as those of Russ and Cecil. He wore a bikini bottom that compressed his genitals into near invisibility. Maybe his male parts were taped down or something. Over that he had a fishnet body stocking. There was light make-up on his face and his medium length hair was pulled to the sides and braided into two pigtails. He didn't appear happy about his appearance. The wives ordered drinks and, for their husbands, popsicles. The men didn't understand why she would want them to have frozen treats. They got the explanation a few minutes later when the server returned with two tall glasses and -- OH NO -- a pair of frozen edibles in the shape of long thick cocks! The men picked them up gingerly, looking at them with shock and revulsion. But the sharp expressions that re-made their brides' faces told them what was expected. They tentatively began to lick and then suck the frozen phalluses. Bette said to her friend, "I dare you to make Russ... or should I say Rosy... put her cock-sicle in Ceece's mouth." Dara put on a confident expression and said, "I am NOT going to lose this bet." To her spouse she said, "Rosy, feed your long hard cock to Ceece." Visibly humiliated, Russ offered his cock-on-a-stick to Cecil, who cooperatively opened his mouth wide and accepted it. Then Dara said, "I win this round unless you make your sissy do the same." So Cecil aimed his ice-prick at Russ's lips and watched the head and half the shaft vanish into his mouth. The women kept upping the challenges, making the men utterly shame themselves with displays of oral dick-pampering that would impress a hooker. When it was finally over, people at several nearby tables actually applauded. Then, to the dismay of the husbands, two good looking, comparatively conservatively-dressed men got up, drinks in hand, and approached. They introduced themselves as Hank and Rod. Dara told the husbands, "All right, girls, give your seats to some real men. You sissies can sit on the floor. In fact, Rosy can sit and Ceece can be on her lap, facing her. That will be so cute." As the newly arrived men smirked, Bette told them, "My girlfriend and I caught our hubbies fooling around... with each other. So now we let them have their fun while we look for men who can fulfill us." "Well," said Hank as he sat alongside Dara, "You've found them." "Right," seconded Rod as he put himself next to Bette, "we're experts at fulfilling hot females like you two." The feminized husbands were in no position to object, looking like they did and being in that suggestive position. Remembering the warning to speak like sissies, Russ whispered to his friend in a high voice, "Ohhh, this is just terrible. They're making us look like we enjoy it." He blinked and realized he was on the verge of weeping. "What are we going to do?" Just then, Hank was saying, "Are you sure they don't mind us two moving in on their wives?" He peered at the men on the floor. Dara, behind him where he couldn't see her, nodded and gave a hand signal, urging the husbands to perform. Russ, feeling helpless because of how tangled they were in this situation, gave Cecil a kiss right on the lips. The other man followed his lead and returned it with added passion. Had his wife told him to push the limits, or what? They had to sit like that, their brief outfits showing off their hairless pink bodies, with the two couples looking down and smiling. Russ and Cecil began to run their hands all over each other. They tried to stay in areas that were covered by clothing but there weren't many of those. "Well," Rod decided out loud, "I can see that they don't mind us making moves on you, and that they really do have it going on for each other." All at once the two pairs at the table were chatting intimately and even touching each other, at first lightly but soon with increasing ardor. Suddenly they were kissing. The husbands were horrified but what could they say, especially after everyone had seen them kiss each other? These challenges had gotten completely out of control. Where was it all going to lead? Dara's hand went to Hank's crotch and she said, "That feels like just what I need. Would you believe that I have my Rosy's dick locked up in a little plastic tube?" She raised her eyebrows at Bette, who said, "I've got Ceece's in a tube and it's lined with nasty points, so that if he tries to get hard..." She kicked him with the pointed toe of her shoe and he yelped. She said, "I guess his girlfriend there is getting him all worked up." No one had seen what caused his outburst. The guys thought it was because he was getting aroused from his contact with Russ and that the tube's 'teeth' were hurting him. The men sitting with the wives were further emboldened. They began to fondle them and Bette got onto Rod's lap. The husbands saw any hope of the evening ending well slipping away from them. After about 20 minutes that seemed an eternity to the two feminized husbands, Rod signaled the server for more drinks. But it was several more minutes before the harried man made it to their table. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he said quickly, "but we're short-handed tonight and--" "And I can see you're working your tail off!" Hank nodded pleasantly as the man blushed. "Tell you what: could you use some help? "At this point I'd take anything!" "Well then take these two girlies!" He pointed down at Cecil and Russ as their wives broke out laughing and the husbands blushed furiously and hugged each other in fear. "You mean it?" The server smiled himself now. "Mean it?" Bette sneered. "We insist!" She gave Dara her top that! look. "And make sure they're properly dressed to serve!" Dara fired back. *** Cowering in his new outfit, Russ looked apprehensively at his reflection in the full-length mirror. Starting at the bottom, his feet were now encased in sparkly gold platform pumps with 4" heels. Above this a shapely expanse of bare leg, oiled to shine in the soft light, stretched seductively up to a round, bouncy and totally bare bottom. His dress and undies had been replaced by a tiny apron, the skirt portion no bigger than a lace handkerchief and totally inadequate for concealing his shamefully small chastity device. The apron had no bib, just two lace- trimmed white satin straps that ran up his smooth chest and tied around his neck in a wide bow that made him hold his head erect, and two more straps that circled his slim waist and tied in another wide bow, the ends trailing over his bottom-cheeks. His only other garments were a cute little maid's cap and a matching white lace garter that held a pencil and pad for taking orders. More nervous than ever, he glanced over at Cecil. Russ couldn't decide whose outfit was worse. Most of what Cecil had on was made from paper doilies. The border of one white one had been made into a headband and the edges of another into a tall collar. Over his chest were two small, heart-shaped examples, held on by some type of adhesive. Around his waist, barely covering anything, was a string of silver ones, also heart-shaped. His elbows had been tied with a yellow sash that held them behind his back, less than a foot apart, drawing his upper arms back to his sides and keeping them there. Another sash was around both knees, with just enough play in between to allow him to take small mincing steps. On his feet were tight orange shoes with tall heels. He bit his lower lip and sniffled. The two of them were put to work, taking orders, going to the bar to fetch drinks, and serving customers. Many men and a few women were free with their hands when the new servers walked among the tables. Each of them managed to spill several drinks off the little trays they carried. Cecil had an especially hard time of it with his hampered elbows leaving his hands barely able to grip the edges of his tray. Every time they passed the table where their wives sat, both women would make a show of getting extra passionate with the guys who now accompanied them. The ladies had brought their husbands' wallets and made a show of paying with their cash. Both feminized males watched in horror as the sexual activity increased and the available money decreased. A man in leather came to the table and said he appreciated the wives volunteering their husbands. There was a few minutes of chatting before the three of them came to a private agreement. Then he took Russ and Cecil aside and told them firmly, "You know, we're going to have to take the cost of what you're wearing and all those drinks you carelessly spilled out of your wages." He plucked a few dollar bills from Cecil's girdle of hearts, adding, "And of course, all your tips go to your wives, who were nice enough to lend you to us." He considered for a moment and scratched his strong, stubble-covered chin before saying, "I think if you give us a few more nights -- and don't spill any more drinks -- you can work off your debt." The husbands' arched eyebrows shot up and their mascaraed eyes widened, red lips gaping open in shock to learn that they were trapped there, forced to work and be demeaned to pay off those unreasonable 'debts'. The tall man said, "Listen, I'm not a bad guy. Ask anyone around here about Master Spike. So let me offer you some alternatives to cover what you owe. Maybe you would rather be escorts," he suggested, giving each of them a goose with his thick forefingers. The husbands yelped and shook their heads, understanding what that job would entail. "All right," Spike went on, "then maybe you'd be better suited to work as restroom attendants. One for the men's room and the other for the ladies', although frankly we get a lot of crossover between the two facilities. How does that sound? You could make lots of friends and I'm sure they'd tell you what they expect as, let's say, extra services." Russ and Cecil went pale and managed to squeak out their frightened, "No thank you, Sir." "Well then, it appears that we have two new waitresses, until you girls get your accounts balanced." He snickered at them and walked back to the table, where whatever he said made all four of the drinkers laugh. Then he left the room through a door alongside the bar. Soon his voice came over the loudspeaker announcing, "And now, we have a surprise for all of you. There's going to be an impromptu show by the two newest members of our staff. A couple of virgins --" He paused while there was a noisy amused reaction. "-- Rosy and CeeCee. Come on up, girls." Suddenly, bright lights went on at the far end of the room where there was a low stage, on which waited some props the guys couldn't make out in the sudden glare. A spotlight caught the two of them and they cowered as all eyes went to their mostly naked, pink and satiny bodies. "Come on, sweeties. Unless you'd rather we throw you to the bears." The spot moved to a table in the corner occupied by husky men in jeans in leather, all of them boasting plentiful body hair. They grinned lasciviously at the pair who were being offered to them. Seeing the big horny males' eagerness, Russ and Cecil hurried toward the stage. . . . LATE THE NEXT MORNING: Bette squirmed pleasurably on her oversized bed and snuggled up next to Rod, her soft hand closing lovingly over as much of his tool as she could grasp. In the guest room, Hank was spooning with Dara, one strong arm over her soft shoulder, hand cupping her firm breast while his stiff member lay gently between her round bottom-cheeks. "Mmmm," she purred. "Ohhhh, I had no idea it could be like that, Lover! Last night was really wild!" "You were the wild one!" he breathed in her ear. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you!" They snuggled closer, then broke off as Dara's cell phone chimed. "See you in the dining room in twenty minutes, girlfriend!" Bette's voice sounded happily satisfied. "Don't dawdle in the shower and be late for breakfast you two!" They did more than dawdle in the shower. It was forty-five minutes before Hank and Dara joined Rod and Bette in the dining room for their late breakfast. As they sipped their coffee, Dara's eyes met Bette's and the two women broke up laughing. "What's the joke?" Rod smiled. "I guess we just can't get over the sight our husbands made last night!" Bette giggled, "Shaking their bare butts in time to the music!" "And the way they made over each other," Dara managed through her laughter. "Kissing, caressing, rubbing each other's butts and boobs...." "I couldn't get over how girlishly they moved around," Hank put in. "Taking those little hip-swishing steps with their limp wrists!" "They even lisped like little girls!" Rod's observation set the girls to giggling again. "And the things they did for extra tips!" Bette said when she could talk again, "I never thought I'd see your little Russ ask a fully-dressed man to spank him!" "It's Rosy now darling," Dara corrected, "and he looked so sweet, draped across that lap, with his round pink bottom in the air!" "And it got a lot pinker!" Hank chuckled. "Not as pink as Cecily's!" Bette insisted. "You didn't play fair!" Dara pouted. "Giving Cecily's spanker a paddle!" "It worked, didn't it?" Bette smirked. "Bette," Dara turned thoughtful. "Do you think we did the right thing with them last night?" "Well," Bette mused, "I guess we could have just left them there like that! It would have been amusing to look in on them from time to time and see how they were getting along. But I think I'm going to like this arrangement much better!" "Mmmhmm," Dara nodded, "after all, we did get them to agree to a lot before we brought them home! They gave us control of the business, their assets, their clothes...." "Which they won't be using again!" Bette smirked, "along with their cell phones, keys, credit cards.... You know, I bet I can get my Cecily to give up more than--" She was interrupted by the dining room door swinging open as Rosy and Cecily (as they were now called!) minced in with the hot, sweet-smelling breakfast. The men laughed derisively to see how the pair were dressed. Rosy had a big bow at her neck, and smaller ones at each elbow, plus shoes with three inch spike heels. That was his only clothing. He was wearing a short wig, all tight curls, and it was bright orange. His genitals had been cleverly concealed by a flesh-colored patch that compressed them and held them tight against his crotch. Over that was a pussy wig, a triangular muff that matched the color of the other wig. Those last two items the wives had gotten from a gay stylist who costumed men for the club's shows. Cecily had several colorful scarves, tied together and wrapped around his waist, their ends pinned together. He also had on garters and shoes similar to Rosy's. The girls had outfitted him with a wig and muff as well, but this set was vivid green. Both husbands' faces had been made up with cosmetics, heavy around the eyes and overdone on their lips. It wasn't enough that they looked so shamefully girly. Their hands had been put into bondage gloves as well. Russ's reduced his extremities to awkward flippers, with his fingers and thumbs pressed together inside each stiff glove. Cecily's hands had been forced into fists and were held that way by short thumbless mittens, which however had a small leather loop hanging from the end of each. So Rosy was able to carry the insulated coffee pot between his flipper hands and Cecily could carry the large breakfast tray by hooking his loops over its handles. The two beleaguered men had to see and smell the mouth-watering meal that they knew wasn't for them. They gingerly set their burdens down and then had to struggle to dispense the food by holding the plates between their hampered hands. They managed to do it without any spills, which got Bette talking about how much they owed to the club from the evening before, and how long it might take them to work it off with regular visits. The husbands were appalled to think about how bad that situation might grow, and the fact that they would likely run up other unfair debts that would keep them going back indefinitely. After an unhurried breakfast, the wives gave Rosy a feather duster, which he was able to hold between his flipper gloves, and Cecily got an old hand towel to use as a dust rag, which he could do with it draped over one of his fist gloves. The helpless she-men got busy while the wives followed them around, finding fault with their efforts and wondering out loud if they needed spankings and, if so, should it be from the ladies or the men. The feminized two didn't want their backsides swatted again so soon and redoubled their efforts to clean, even though the bending and stretching that were involved showed off their nude, smoth-skined bodies. Eventually the two couples lost interest in them and went to watch TV. There was some sports event on. Rosy and Cecily didn't know anything about sports. The studs, however, were very familiar and impressed the wives with their knowledge. Soon, as the game progressed, the wives snuggled up against their new men, letting their hands roam over muscles and hairy limbs, while the manly guys casually stroked the ladies' full curves. All this time, Rosy and Cecily had to serve drinks and snack, and the poor husbands felt their cheeks growing even redder as they watched their wives in intimate embrace with these studs. They were cleaning up the kitchen when the game finally ended and Dara hollered, "Get in here, you sissies." It added to the humiliation that the wives didn't think it was necessary to have the studs summon them. It was understood that Rosy and Cecily would snap into action at any command from their wives. The defeated spouses appeared, their faces pink from the chores they had been rushing to complete. They stood there, unsteady in the heels, utterly shamed by the sight they made. Their wives put on a show for them, kissing the Bulls and telling them how good they had been in bed the night before and, especially, how much better they were than the husbands had EVER been, and how much better hung. Rosy and Cecily blushed from that added insult. They could only wait, knees together, hands trying without success to cover themselves. Bette and Dara acted sluttishly with their dates. They talked dirty, blew into their ears, sucked suggestively on their thick fingers, and even entertained them by kissing each other. The big men were soon aroused and the women were not shy about handing their hard members. Rosy and Cecily both trembled to see their wives so willingly and enthusiastically betray their marriage vows. When they took a break it was so they could order the husbands to rub against each other and share some deep kisses. The studs got into telling them what to do, making them lick each others' ears, fondle bottoms, and take turns sucking toes, that final action provoking more lewd remarks from the watchers. The two couples laughed, saying that the husbands had obviously been hot to each other all along and simply needed a push to send them into this gay relationship. Rosy and Cecily wanted to contradict them but were too afraid of more spankings, even worse force interactions, and what the studs might do to them if they got angry. So it went like that until everyone moved to the master bedroom. The husbands had to make the bed, which took plenty of effort with their limited use of their hands, and then turn down the covers and fluff up the pillows. Bette took Rod by the hand and said, "Didn't you boys say you had something to make this situation Extra Special?" "Sure do!" He pulled a small amber-colored plastic bottle out of his pocket and shook out two pills. "Hank and I work at a pharmaceutical research lab, and this is a new thing they've come up with..." "That's right," Hank grinned wickedly at the two male maids. "It's a psychotronic-reconfiguration formula with timed-release effect." "Basically," Rod explained, "it lowers the IQ of the person who takes it, while making them very -uh- impressionable." "What do you mean?" All this while, the wives had been stripping down to their brief undies, and as they went to lie down on the bed in sexy poses, the male maids -- their husbands! -- couldn't help looking at them longingly. "Basically, it will turn these two into brainless nympho sluts who love simpering around and can't pass up a cock!" Hank leered and held out the pills to us. "Pop 'em, girls!" "Unless you'd rather we persuade you...." Rod slipped the heavy leather belt from his pants and swished! it through the air, smiling cruelly. Timidly, hands trembling, the male maids took the pills and popped them into their lipstick mouths, glancing at each other. Both had the same idea.... "Now while we're waiting for the pills to take effect, you two go slip into something sexy and report back here!" Eagerly, the shemales scampered to the next room. And once they were gone, both men laughed heartily! "What's the joke?" Dara asked, settling herself comfortably on the bed next to Bette. "The pills!" Hank chortled --- they're just asprin!" "You mean they won't turn them into--" There's no such pill as that!" Rod controlled his laughter long enough to explain, "You can't re-shape a mind so radically with just a pill--this will just make them hornier!" "But why--?" Bette started. Then she got it. "I think I see your plan now, you brilliant guy!" "Wait'll we see how it works out!" In the next room, Rosy and Cecily spat out the pills they had surreptitiously struck in theitr cheeks. "Looks like we got out of being turned into mindless sex-pots!" Cecily said with relief. "Yeah," Rosy agreed, "but we can't let them know that!" "You're right!" Cecily raised her gracefully arched eyebrows and batted her long-lashed eyelids in fear, "If they even suspect we didn't take those pills, we could get a terrible beating--and then they'd probably force more pills down our throats!" "Our only hope is to pretend the pills worked," Rosy began stripping off her sexy feminine attire and slipping into a brief apron, stocking and heels. Cecily followed suit with a sexy black strapless see-through nightie. "Let's just hope this fools them...." As the two hapless hubbies simpered into the bedroom, shaking their boobs and butts, they were greeted by the sight of their wives in a sexy "69" together! They hid their dismay as best they could. "Mmm, Sweetie!" Cecily squeezed Rosy's delicate hand affectionately. "Isn't this ever so hot!" "Mmmhmm!" Rosy agreed, cupping her friend's bare butt cheeks. "I just LOVE it!" "Why don't you two do one for us!" Rod leered. They gulped. Then, "Oh, may we sir?" "We insist!" "Goodie!" Cecily cheered. The two transformed males began reluctantly pleasuring each other. Their wives slowly broke off their love play and the men moved next to them, cocks rampant. "Once we're through with your women, we'll let you clean our cocks with your tongues," Hank said. "And they can eat out your love stuff from our pussies too!" Bette sighed happily. "What do you think of that, girls?" Red with shame and embarrassment, trembling with fear and frustration, the two totally beaten husbands said in unison, "We love it!" It was becoming clear to them that they had gotten themselves into a tricky spot. Sure they had avoided swallowing those frightening pills. But now they had to do whatever was suggested to them. That "do one for us" idea was the first hurdle they had to get over. Making sure to appear that they were eager, the pair got awkwardly into a "69" arrangement on the floor. They kissed and nuzzled each other's crotches, much to the amusement of the onlookers. Their wives kept them at it for a while before deciding that the husbands should smooch each other's asses. The feminized men repositioned themselves, with Cecily pressing his lips to Rosy's butt. "Well?" Bette wanted to know. "Are you simpering wimps enjoying yourselves? I don't hear any love talk." Rosy blushed as he said, "Ohhh, Cecily, I love the way you make my backside feel. Don't stop." From his fleshy prison Cecily managed a muffled, "I don't EVER want to stop. This is so much fun!" The couples let it go on for a bit longer, enjoying the sissy love talk, before making them switch places. Rosy almost wished he had taken that pill when he had to shove his nose in between Cecily's buns. He planted a few kisses and resumed the love talk with, "I could spend all evening like this. You ass is so yummy. I wish I was as pretty as you." "No, I wish I was as gorgeous as you!" At last they were allowed to stop, but only so they could sit together on the floor, arms around each other, and watch their wives be taken by competent, well equipped studs. It was quite a show. The hugging husbands struggled to hide their distress. They locked lips and ran their hands over each other, keeping up the charade they had been tricked into performing. It was awful, having to touch each other like that, feeling their tongues sliding over each other, but they didn't dare to let anyone guess that they were just faking. The others, knowing exactly what the situation really was, were endlessly amused by the sissy-on-sissy action. Even while the pairs on the large bed were trying different positions, they stole glances at the husbands, which made their pleasure that much greater. Finally, four orgasms erupted, overlapping each other, loud and animated. When they were done and all lying side by side, one of the men said, "We don't want all that cum we pumped into our dates to get on the bedspread. Is there someone here who can lap it all up? Someone who would love to do that?" Not able to say 'no', even having to feign excitement, the husbands raised their hands and, trying to sound like mindless bimbos, called out, "Us!" "We can do it!" "Please let us lick up all that delicious spunk." "It's better than ice cream!" The foursome laughed at them and invited them to have a creamy snack. The reluctant husbands got onto the foot of the bed and found that they were facing the wrong wives. It was too late to switch to their own spouses, so they moved forward, between those outstretched legs, dipped their heads down, extended their tongues, and began lapping... and swallowing. It was humiliating in the extreme but with those powerful men so close by, the threat of discovery loomed ever near. The husbands slurped and gulped and made happy sounds, cooing over the messy slits and trying to outdo each other. They did such a thorough job that the wives were each treated to a bonus climax, which made even more wetness for their mates to tongue up. Cecily and Rosy felt incredibly relieved to have completed this awful part of their role-playing. Maybe they could just go and do some housecleaning or something. Their minds were relaxing when one of the studs announced, "You wussies have one more job to do. Remember? Cock cleaning?" Oh no! That was too much. But they were caught in their new personas, as flighty slutty airheads. Almost in shock about their imminent encounters, the helpless husbands got between two very different pairs of legs. They stroked the men's muscular thighs, stalling for time. They pressed their lips to those six pack abs. Rubbed the sides of their faces over thick pubic bushes. And then ran out of ways to postpone the inevitable. Rosy and Cecily extended their tongues, glancing sidelong at each other, and haltingly flicked them across the thick heads of those impressive cocks, the ones that had just penetrated their cheating wives. With no escape route, they began to lick and nibble, to clean up male and female ejaculate. As they showed eagerness that they definitely didn't feel, the men began to moan. The wives leaned over their lovers and kissed them passionately. They stroked the men's broad hairy chests, whispered lewd words in their ears, and soon had them growing erect. This was the worst thing their male-tramp husbands could have anticipated. "Damn," Hank said. "I bet they'll start sucking like a couple of pros any second." "I sure hope so," Rod seconded. "Otherwise something bad might happen to them." The husbands took the hint and opened wide to swallow those exceptional members. They were soon engulfing them and having to make pleased noises to stay in their unwanted roles. They bobbed their heads and used their hands on the men's heavy balls. When they came up for air, Rosy enthused, "I've always wanted to do this. It feels so natural to have a big piece of man meat in my mouth!" "Really," agreed Cecily. "I was born to be a cocksucker. And it tastes so creamy good!" Their shame deepened as they felt the men's organs begin to twitch and their balls to draw up tight. The wives sensed what was about to happen and they put their hands lightly on the backs of their spouse's heads to make sure they didn't falter. The horrified Rosy and Cecily felt their throats constrict. This couldn't be happening, they both told themselves, even as they continued to lick and suck and perform like they were delighted. All at once Rod erupted. Seconds later Hank followed. The poor husbands had to struggle to swallow all the rich cream they produced, even having some squeeze out at the corners of their lipsticked mouths. Their wives chortled and played with their ears, telling them in intimate voices, "Those pills will make sure that you will always crave long, rock hard cocks." "From now on you won't be able to say no to a messy pussy or a recently used cock." "Now wouldn't you girls just love to kiss those stray drops of male cum off each other's faces?" As the moved together, their smooth chest rubbing and silky thighs intertwining, Cecily and Rosy realized what they had gotten themselves into: They would have to stay in character from now on. There was no going back. They would have to portray the brainless sex addicts that they were currently doing such a convincing job of being. "This is the best," Rod declared. "Having two stunning ladies to make love to and..." Hank finished his thought with, "...and two willing sissy boys to clean us all up after." Bette added, "Plus, they give great extra orgasms." Dara couldn't help concluding with, "And leave ALL of us nice and clean." Rosy and Cecily could only sigh. They were going to face many more nights like this one. thEnd!