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SATURDAY NIGHT by Throne
Usually the weekend is the hardest for me. Just the fact that I'm home
more creates added opportunities for my wife Gina to entertain herself at
my expense. She loves making me wear girly items. Sometimes her
stallion of a lover, Tony, gets into the action. Worst of all, they've
begun including others in my torment. Last Saturday evening was the most
upsetting experience so far.
I got home after doing overtime every day from Monday to Friday. Of
course, I had volunteered for the extra time. But I only did that
because my wife made me. That would be bad enough but she uses the
additional money to make herself extra sexy for Tony, and to buy him
gifts. She took an afternoon at the beauty parlor to have her cascading
titian hair washed and then set in attractive waves. While she was there
she had her long fingernails pampered and painted blood red. On the way
home she treated herself to a fancy lunch, picked up some expensive wine
for herself and imported beer for her lover, and bought three new charms
for her silver charm bracelet. More about that last item later.
When I got home Friday night she was waiting, her buxom figure barely
covered by a short belted robe made of some satiny material. It looked
costly. Gina immediately had me strip down. As I stood there feeling
awkward, totally naked, she pulled back my longish hair and tied it in
place with a big flouncy ribbon. Then she put a string of oversized
plastic beads around my neck. Without being allowed to cover my nudity
in any way, I had to begin cleaning the house. I had eaten a very small
lunch because she doesn't let me pack much food, and controls our money
so that I never have any to spare. I was hungry and nervous,
anticipating why she wanted our home so presentable, but she couldn't
have cared less about my concerns. There is always plenty of
straightening up to do because Gina feels free to trash the place every
day. She tosses empty candy wrappers everywhere, leaves half full soda
cans wherever she pleases, drops tissues, napkins and paper towels on the
floor when she's done with them, and on and on. I'm responsible for
dusting, running the vacuum, and wiping down and polishing every visible
surface. She especially likes to make me do the bathroom, top to bottom.
Her only 'consideration' is to make sure that my clothes don't get dirty
by, as I mentioned, making me do my housework in the nude.
Two hours later I finally had everything done. She did a brief
inspection and, even though there were no obvious failings, she expressed
general disapproval. Then she went to a small shopping bag that was
sitting on the end table and told me, "I got you a special treat,
Robert." I went to her and gingerly picked up the bag, fearing what it
might contain. Inside were two things. The first was a pink Day-Glo
thong, which she made me put on. I stood there red-faced while she
looked me up and down, at the same time making sure my entire body was
free of any hair, as she required. The second item was a six ounce
package of diet crackers. Gina had me tear it open. Then she took it
back and casually dumped the contents all over the floor, making sure to
spread it around.
My wife said, "Dinnertime. And don't use your hands. I wouldn't want
you to get them messy."
In only that embarrassing thong, which showed off the inadequacy of my
genitals and left my bottom bare, I got down onto hands and knees and
lowered my face until I could use my lips and tongue to retrieve the
crackers, one by one, to eat them. She snickered at the foolish sight I
made and then went and sat down. A moment later she had her cell phone
out and was calling. Just my bad luck, she was contacting Tony. As I
chewed the dry crackers, with nothing to wash them down, I listened to
what she was saying.
"So how about tomorrow night, lover? Why don't you come over and I'll
call some of our friends. All of us could have a good time. Have some
drinks and snacks. Chat. Hang out. And then... you know. The main
bedroom for us and the other rooms for them. I've been missing your long
thick cock. My pussy feels so empty after I don't have it in me for a
day or two." She listened to him for a moment and then smiled before
saying, "So, about eight o'clock? Okay. Sounds like a plan. I'll have
the gimp run around and get what we need. See you then, big man."
I felt ill. But what did I expect? That she would suddenly regain
respect for me? That she would allow me to put on male clothes around
the house? And stop playing her feminizing games with me, stop using
cosmetics on my face, and allow me to get my collar-length hair cut?
None of that was going to happen. She put together a shopping list for
me and, as usual, insisted that I go to half a dozen different stores for
purchases I could have gotten all at two places. She told me to use her
charge card, which I'm only permitted to take out of my wallet when she
says so. I used to have several of my own but she had them all cancelled
over a year ago. I started to leave the room and she asked me where I
was going.
Feeling awkward, even though I hadn't done anything wrong that I was
aware of, I stopped and said in a faint voice, "I was just going to put
on some clothes so I could run my errands."
She put her hands on her broad hips and gave me a critical look. "We
don't want you to wear something geeky, do we? Of course not. So how
about if I pick out your clothes?"
I had hoped she wasn't going to do that. Again. The only response that
was acceptable was for me to nod and tell her it was a good idea. She
headed for the cramped room with girly d?cor, where I slept when she
didn't want me in her bed. It was also where my clothes were. Gina went
into the closet and then through a few drawers. She came up with a pair
of lilac panties trimmed in black, a clinging sleeveless top in bright
yellow, and white slacks that were much too tight, even on my slender
legs and trim bottom. The unwelcome outfit was completed by colorful
flip-flops. After I shed the hair ribbon, beads and thong, and had her
new selections on, she made me go to the vanity table in the corner and
sit on its matching backless chair, while she considered the cosmetic
waiting there. I squirmed my bottom around uneasily until she told me to
stop fidgeting.
From the selection of make-up she used pale pink lipstick, a mere hint of
eyeliner, and the lightest touch of blush. The effect was to make me
appear unmanly to anyone who took more than a glance. Then she pulled
back my hair and fixed it into a ponytail once more, this time with a
bright elastic band. Again, it reduced my manliness without actually
screaming 'queer'. Instead it merely whispered 'sissy'. It was just
enough to keep me uncomfortable the entire time I was away from her.
Gina is an expert at that sort of thing. So I got into my old beat-up
car and tried to ignore that she had gotten a new key made for me, one
featuring rainbow stripes and a heart, with three rhinestones set into
it, and went to buy what she wanted. Inevitably, I was noticed by at
least one person at each stop. An obviously gay guy eyed me curiously,
his gaze staying on me much longer than was comfortable. A staid woman
sneered at me with disapproval. Two young men with lots of tattoos
didn't seem to be sure what to make of me, but their stares had me
squirming emotionally. It happened everywhere I went.
At last I was home again. I rushed to put everything away. Gina had
strewn more used paper plates and napkins around, and left a dirty
plastic cup in the bathroom. I needed to open a new box of tissues and
empty a trash can. Then hand towels in the bathroom were both on the
floor. My work was never-ending. She noticed that I was still dressed
and barked at me to get naked again, except for those shameful panties.
My attractively curvy bride had me running for the rest of the night
while she watched TV, ate pricey chocolates and flicked the wrappers onto
the floor, seeming to make an extra effort to scatter them as widely as
possible.
She dressed for sleep in a tiny nightie that didn't even reach her plump
waist. There were panties that went with it but she neglected to put
those on. I knew what that meant. Well, I thought I knew. It appeared
that she wanted her pussy eaten. But Gina informed me that she was
saving that for Tony's big bone, and all she needed from me was to show
my devotion to her large ass. She made it sound as if she was doing me a
favor, like this was better than eating her in the front, but the
opposite was true. I would much rather have my mouth on her snatch than
my face buried between the well padded halves of her bottom, my tongue
busy on her tight butthole. Not that I had any choice. She made me
strike a few poses in my panties and commented that I would have to wear
something equally 'cute' for her guests the next night. My head was
spinning from what I was about to do and the exposure that would come in
less than 24 hours. It was always bad to have Tony see me and mock me,
but the new experience of other people being there would multiply my
shame several times over.
I worshiped my wife's rump for almost an hour before she drifted off into
deep slumber. I, on the other hand, lay alongside her with a straining
erection, wishing that she would grant me relief, even if it meant the
shame of having to play with myself until I squirted, probably with her
watching and making nasty remarks. But I wasn't to be granted even that
compromised wish. Instead, I stayed there, so near to the desirable
woman I was married to but whose body I wasn't allowed to enjoy. With my
nose inches from her rump, I rubbed myself through the single piece of
lingerie I wore, leaking cum, hoping I didn't leave any stains that she
might spy the next morning. I continued my 'panty hand job' for at least
a half hour until I was at last able to stop and try to go to sleep.
More cum oozed belatedly from the end of my dick and, worried that it was
too much, I gathered it on the end of one finger, brought it to my mouth,
and sucked it up. There would be no marks on the sheets and, I hoped,
not too many on those panties.
The following day I awoke with aching balls and tingling nipples. I was
beyond desperate for relief. Gina wanted me nude, naturally, but put a
floppy beret atop my head and put my hair into tails at either temple.
She told me she wanted to see lots of gesturing on my part, touching my
face, tugging on those hair tails, putting my hands self-consciously over
my exposed nipples, rubbing my hips, and on and on. I began doing those
things at once, not wanting to provoke her into swatting my fanny or,
what I dreaded more, telling Tony I had misbehaved. He had put me over
his lap only once, for a hard spanking with his bare hand, and it was
something I never wanted to endure again. I spent hours doing additional
cleaning, as well as going over areas I had done the day before, all the
while remembering to use that extra-frivolous body language.
At last it was getting to be time for company to arrive. Gina said she
wanted me dressed appropriately to serve her friends. We went to my tiny
room once more and she did a quick check of options, soon settling on
what was, for me, a truly awful outfit. First there was a pair of
banana-bright yellow panties -- with an open crotch. My shaved
undersized pubes were framed and displayed. Next came a sleeveless top
that fit like a second skin, had wide horizontal strips in blazing
colors, and featured the word CUCKOLD across the chest. She left most of
my face alone but outlined my mouth and colored my lips candy apple red,
and even added some shading under my lower lip to make it appear pouty.
I almost wished that she would transform the rest of my features; looking
like a man with a woman's mouth was somehow worse than having my face
look fully feminine. Finally, Gina had me slip my feet into delicate
slippers in pale yellow, which sort of coordinated with the panties. I
felt like a sex object.
My wife ran one of her long fingernails down the middle of my chest, all
the way to my bald crotch. She slid it along the underside of my dick,
making it rise to its full, unimpressive length, and immediately begin
producing clear fluid. Her timing was perfect. Just then the doorbell
rang and, sounding oh so innocent, she told me, "Our friends are here,
Sweet Cheeks. Be a dear and let them in." With my face burning, I went
to the door. For a long moment I hesitated, but with no other choice I
put my hand on the knob and turned it, slowly pulling inward. At least
my erection had wilted. There stood a couple I didn't even know. Being
seen that way by new visitors was devastating. I stepped back and, in a
hushed voice, invited them inside. They were a towering, handsome white
guy and an equally tall, stunning Black woman who had sculpted cheekbones
and flashing eyes. They gave me a close looking over as they went past.
I stood there in a daze, the impact of being exposed nearly making me
swoon.
Before I could recover, the bell rang again. This time it was a short,
tough looking man who sneered at me, accompanied by a tall leggy blond
who gazed at me with contempt. I was about to shut the door when Tony
walked in and straight-armed me hard in the middle of my chest, sending
me stumbling backward. They all went to be with the others. I could
hear Gina greeting Tony and pictured him embracing her, giving her one of
his long deep kisses, and running his hands up and down her body. My
wife called out to me a few moments later that everyone was there, and
that I should come in and join them --- which was the last thing I wanted
to do. Not that I had any alternative. As I entered the room with my
genitals uncovered, everyone's attention shifted to me. They commented
openly, not even trying to be tactful. Quite the opposite, as their
jibes stung my already bruised ego.
"What a wimp, Gina. Where did you get him? At a dollar store?"
"No wonder you had to find a lover. This sad specimen obviously couldn't
satisfy you... or any woman."
"A weakling like that deserves to be put into panties. And to be cheated
on... frequently."
"I bet he honestly loves what he's wearing."
I had to stand there and take it all. They made me turn around, strike
girly poses, and even suck on my index finger while making sounds of
enjoyment. The Black woman had me get down on my knees behind her. She
pulled up the back of her short skirt to reveal that she had nothing on
under it. I was staring at her round protruding bottom. She bent
forward, pushing those glossy globes back into my face. I knew better
than to retreat. Then she reached back and got hold of my ears to pull
my features into the deep cleft of her backside. I whimpered but, at the
same time, my penis got stiff again. What it didn't get was much bigger.
My wife helpfully pointed out its lack of length and girth, even when
erect, as well as how small my balls are, and everyone crowded around to
get a better view of my shortcomings. At last the dark-skinned beauty
let me go and I gulped for breath.
After that, with my role clearly defined, the party got started.
Everyone enjoyed beverages and food. Everyone, that is, except me. I
was given a sippy cup full of warm, flat ginger ale, and had to hold it
in both hands while keeping my elbows against my sides. Tony made me
stand in the corner facing them, like some bizarre exhibit. Then I had
to move around the room. My ridiculous body language provoked more
unwelcome comments. And my shameful hard-on wouldn't go away this time,
mainly because all three women kept toying with my nipples, patting my
bottom, and breathing lewd suggestions into my ears. I was close to
weeping from embarrassment and overexcitement. About an hour later my
wife announced that it was time for the evening's main event.
Each couple would move to a room -- main bedroom, guest room, and the den
with its sofa bed -- to have sex. Each pair was given a bell to ring
when they needed any type of service -- from ME. Gina told them I was
available for turning back the covers, giving foot rubs, licking pussies
to get them wet, fluffing the men (no, no, no), and finally cleaning up
anyone who desired it with my mouth. My mind was reeling from the
possibilities. My little dick was STILL hard and producing fresh drops
of fluid. My wife embraced Tony and told me to stroke her legs. While I
did that she kissed him and massaged his cock through his pants. To my
dismay, she ordered me to open his pants and 'free that monster between
his legs'.
I undid his belt, opened his pants, and lowered his fly, all the while
hoping that she would let me stop. But no, she made me reach into his
boxer shorts, take hold of his rigid pole, and work it free. I had to
hold its base while she sank to her knees and took the shaft into her
mouth. The Black woman said I should massage Tony's balls while my Gina
sucked him. Around a mouthful of manhood my bride made a sound of
assent, making sure I followed the woman's suggestion. I lightly
manipulated his heavy plums while Gina enthusiastically ran her full lips
up and down his long thick rod. It was incredibly humiliating.
At last my wife stood, took his hand, and said she couldn't wait any
longer for sex. He happily accompanied her to our bedroom. The short
guy snapped at me to follow him and his lady to the den, where they made
me fold out the sofa bed. I had to undress both of them and then lap her
pussy to get her wet enough that she could accommodate his overgrown
penis. The guy locked eyes with me and said, "Now I want you to fluff
my... pillow." My heart almost stopped before he said that last word. I
did what he wanted. The woman called to him to take her. He was
mounting her when I heard someone ringing their bell to summon me. I
hurried away, listening to the sound and tracking it to the guest
bedroom. The tall man and Black woman were there, already naked and
sitting on the edge of the bed kissing. She told me to kneel in front of
them and kiss the insides of her sleek thighs. I could smell her
feminine musk. After a bit he said he wanted me to do the same for him.
That put my lips uncomfortably close to his rampant member. More than
once it rubbed up against my cheeks. I was terrified that he would make
me use my mouth on it but, to my great relief, he didn't.
As they laid back and began foreplay I heard another bell clanging. This
time it was my wife and Tony. The memory of having my hands on his
genitals haunted me as I meekly entered the room. They looked at me in
my foolish outfit and laughed. Gina told me to go into the middle-center
drawer of her dresser and take out what I found there. It was a filmy
baby-doll nighty. My first thought was that she was going to slip into
it to make herself even more exciting for her lover. But instead she
ordered me to remove my shirt and put it on. Tony grinned maliciously as
I got it over my head and felt its light material slither over my
hairless skin. Once it was on, I reached for the matching panties. Tony
said I should put them back because it was better for me to stay in the
pair that showed off my tiny dick. I blushed at the reference to how
inadequate I was and told him humbly, "Yes, Sir." Gina chuckled and then
made a show of kissing his broad muscular chest while she ran her hands
over his impressive biceps. I cringed with jealousy at how manly he was.
She licked his cock and then got onto her knees, straddling his hips.
"Be a dear," she told me, "and guide Tony's stunning cock into my
snatch."
Obviously, she had been aware of what shame it caused me previously to
have to touch him there. I got alongside them and reached hesitantly for
his firm tool, making sure it was aimed at her moist cleft. She took her
time positioning herself over it and lowering her pelvis until she was
taking it in, inch after broad inch. Soon I had to move my fingers so
she could settle down on it firmly.
Gina sneered at me and said, "If you had something like that between your
legs, Robert, it could be you getting ready to screw me senseless. That,
and if you weren't such a sissy wimp. Look at yourself, loser. In fact,
when you're in girly mode I shouldn't even call you Robert. I should
call you... Robin. Pretty sissy Robin." She chortled and began to ride
up and down in slow motion on Tony's enviable endowment. I stayed there,
wringing my hands, until the spirited ringing of a bell took me away.
I ended up back with the short man and his date. He had finished inside
her and she was overflowing with his spunk. "Let's go," she said
impatiently. "Get your mouth down there, pervert, and eat up that big
mess he left."
My stomach turned over. I clutched the front of the sexy sleepwear I
wore. Gina had never made me clean her with my mouth after she had sex
with Tony. The guy next to the woman making the demand said with an
audible threat in his voice, "You heard her, stupid. Get your mouth
busy." He paused before adding, "Or are you afraid you'll get your
pretty peach-colored nighty dirty? Or that I'll have you lick me clean
next? Is that it... Robin?"
As I got into position I said, my voice hushed, "No, Sir. I'm sorry,
Sir. I'll get to it right away."
Out came my tongue and I commenced lapping her, scooping up his plentiful
ejaculate and swallowing it. She purred with pleasure as my efforts
stimulated her. He got up on one elbow and pressed his lips to hers
passionately while I continued my disgusting task. Visions of my wife
and Tony in bed together unsettled me. The possibility of that
inventively cruel Black woman ringing for me again added to my
discomfort. And what I was doing at that moment made me feel like I
would never be able to repair the tattered remnants of my male ego. I
kept licking while the confident man pawed her breasts. She grew
increasingly aroused. Her pussy got wetter and I had to swallow those
fluids as well. Her hips began to twitch and she moaned loudly. Her
date locked his mouth over hers so that, as she climaxed, she produced
weird muffled sounds of ecstasy. At last she was done and I stole a few
deep breaths. Again I had avoided having to use my mouth on a man's
cock.
But then there was renewed ringing and I scurried away, hugging myself,
being called back by the Black stunner. She was out of bed, standing
there imperiously with her arms crossed under her breasts. Though she
was a vision of sexiness, there was an expression of wanton cruelty on
her features. She got onto the carpet on all fours and told me to get on
my back, face up, so I was looking at her pussy. Then, her voice thick
with need, she asked her partner to get behind her. Looking up, I had a
close-up view of his hard pole, it's engorged head poised against her wet
labia. He thrust into her and she began urging him on with lewd words.
She also made comparisons of both us males, with him inevitably coming
out the winner every time. I suffered endless disgrace as he enjoyed the
accommodation of her warm sheath.
As they screwed happily, I could only lie there and watch from my
undesired vantage point. It was yet another reminder that I was the only
one there who was not getting release. After a while it was plain that
they were building toward a mutual finish. If it had been me, I would
have been done much sooner. A drop of hot wetness dripped onto my upper
lip from their joined bodies. That was when I realized that, when he
shot his load, which I was sure would be generous, there would be lots of
overflow for me to catch. I shuddered and closed my mouth but knew
immediately that I wouldn't be allowed to keep my lips together. They
wanted me to receive the fullest amount possible. I gagged a bit as I
opened wide and stuck out my tongue. He grunted and she wailed and then,
suddenly, they were both climaxing. It was loud and violent and, as I
had feared, he came in buckets (as they say). I had never been able to
produce more than a few modest squirts. He emptied his heavy balls and
seemed to find even more from somewhere else.
White cream was forced from her pussy by the piston action of his organ.
It fell onto my lips and tongue. Mostly the latter. It was hot and
salty and I had to take it all, feeling it run into the back of my
throat. I swallowed. Some went into my nostrils. They eventually
slowed down and then stopped. He pulled out and I got another unwelcome
helping. His cock softened but was still bigger than mine was when
erect. Cum dripped from its dangling end. He moved back and I thought I
was going to get some relief, but that was when she sat up and lowered
her oozing cleft onto my mouth. I had to slurp and probe, getting every
slimy bit of it while they joked about my plight. Not until she had been
thoroughly cleaned and then experienced a small bonus orgasm, was I
permitted to stop. I whimpered and asked if I could go and rinse my
mouth. They refused flatly.
The three-room sex marathon was finally over. I got up and stood there
swaying slightly, my mind disordered by all I had been through. Everyone
gathered in the den and I had to fold the sofa bed back up, which I did
after a bit of a struggle. All the other guys were bigger and stronger
than me but none of them offered assistance. I wished I could wear
something other than that wispy nighty and those expose-me panties.
Everyone sat around the room and my wife went to get something. She
returned with the charm bracelet I had been thinking about earlier. It
had a half dozen charms on it. She showed it to the others, explaining
what each charm represented.
"This horse's head, that's a stallion. It stands for Tony, who is MY
stallion. Next to that is a cute heart, which represents my feelings for
him. Then there's a key, which symbolizes how I have my weak husband's
mind all locked up and under my control." After they had admired those
briefly she went on, "And here are three new ones I just bought. First
is this one of a pretty doll, because it reminds me of my sissy husband
Robert. I mean Robin. Then there's this hourglass, since I have him
under my thumb ALL the time. And finally I picked a sweet cat -- or
pussy -- because my pussy is the real power around here." Everyone
except me laughed at that last explanation. I just stood there in my
shameful and revealing outfit, hoping the evening would be over soon.
Unfortunately, even after the others left, Gina invited Tony to stay
overnight and he cheerfully accepted. I had to run and fetch for them,
clean up after them, and act like the sissy I had become.
The next morning I was still trying to be optimistic. That lasted until
my wife was sitting in our breakfast nook with her lover while they
sipped coffee and chatted. He said, "You know, that was a fun time last
night. Everybody got off on it. How about if we make it a regular
event?"
My heart sank as my wife smiled and replied, "It really did go well.
Sure, we could make it EVERY Saturday night, and anytime one of those
couples can't make it, we can invite someone else. Get some variety into
the mix. Maybe there'll be a new guy who wants his big cock fluffed. Or
cleaned up after he's dipped it. I'm sure my wimp hubby would like that.
Wouldn't you, Candy Pants?" I whispered assent, barely moving my lips.
"And another thought I had..." Tony told her. "We should get the sissy a
pretty tattoo to help him remember his place around here."
Gina's eyes lit up. She wanted to know, "What were you thinking of?"
"How about a pink heart? With the word CUCKOLD in it? In elegant
script?"
"And where would it be? Maybe... a little below his bellybutton. It
would look nice because Robin is so smooth and hairless down there."
Any hopes I had been building in my mind were dashed. Obviously my
situation wasn't going to improve. In fact, it was going to get worse.
I would spend each day of every week looking ahead to Saturday night with
dread. But what other kind of life can you expect when you're a cuckold
sissy husband?
Wynona
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