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STUCK IN SISSY MODE by Throne Chuck Clark shivered as he left his house by the back door. It was a balmy spring day but even so, he wasn't wearing enough to keep him warm. All he had on was a stiff collar that held his chin up unnaturally high, a tight corset that gave him a wasp waist, fishnet stockings, and shoes with two inch stacked heels. He left the steps and paused, looking back. The smiling face of his wife Tess was framed in the kitchen window. She gestured with her hand, indicating that he should go on with his chore. Balancing on the heels, he carefully went along the back of the house and bent down with difficulty to take a watering can, a big plastic one that was bright pink, and fill it from the spigot. The potted plants that he was supposed to water were on the far side of the yard, almost all the way to the stockade fence. He was grateful that the barrier existed between their yard and the neighbors'. The thought of anyone seeing him in his female persona, which his wife had named Churro, made him blush all over. What would they say about his body, which had been denuded of every hair from his eyebrows down. And even the brows had been plucked a bit to shape them. It wasn't something that people noticed, for instance at work. At least not consciously they didn't. But he felt they had been treating him differently since his wife had begun feminizing him a year ago. Maybe it was the hint of perfume she made him apply or perhaps he moved differently because his penis was locked in a chastity tube and he always had panties on under his slacks. The unhappy husband sighed as he crossed the patio and moved onto the grass. He took each step cautiously until he reached the plants. At once he began watering them, anxious to be done and get back indoors. He gave each plant enough water before moving on to the next. If Tess saw him skimping on any of them she would make him go back and do it right. He finished the last pot and turned away, relieved that he was done, but then a voice from behind made him freeze. "Well look at you, gorgeous." It was a female voice. "Let's have a better look." He turned slowly and was horrified to see Grace, the middle-aged wife from next door, standing behind the open upper half of the Dutch door in the middle of the fence, grinning at him with amusement. Chuck hugged the watering can to his chest as if he could hide behind it. Grace told him to put it down. The corset was so tight that he bent at the knees to do it. The way that collar kept his head tilted back, he couldn't entirely see what he was doing. He felt so exposed. After he set down the can and stood back up, Grace unlatched the bottom half of the door and stepped through. She was wearing a polka-dotted Summer dress, heels, and a wide-brimmed sun hat. There was a colorful scarf knotted at her throat. "Now don't you look just too pretty," she said merrily. "A real hot number." She walked around him, taking in the details of his embarrassing appearance. Boldly she approached him and cupped his chastity device in her hand. "And isn't this clever? I bet it keeps you from pestering that pretty wife of yours for sex. I'd never think of putting one of these on my husband, though. He's a real stud bull and knows how to keep me happy. He would never let himself be dressed up like you are." Chuck managed to squeak out, "It's just... my wife... Tess..." Suddenly his bride came out the back door, dressed in just a belted robe. She finished his sentence for him with, "It's just that his wife prefers to keep him looking like a sissy. And calling him Churro." Grace laughed. "Churro? Isn't that some kind of pastry or something?" "It's a Mexican cruller. Short and not too big around, like my husband's dick. I bought some of them when we were downtown, at a cute little bakery in the Latino area, and while I was eating them I noticed how much they looked like the little thing between his legs. Not that I'd ever eat that." Now both of them laughed. Grace picked up the thought and said, "Well, if it's that small, it makes sense to keep it locked away." "Really." Tess glanced at Chuck, who was standing there looking totally shamed. To Grace she said, "Would you like to come in for a soda?" "Sure. And I'd love to hear more about... Churro." They went inside. Tess leaned back out the door and snapped her fingers. "Put the watering can back where it was, Churro. And then hurry in here and get us some sodas." Feeling like he might start crying, Chuck picked up the can and returned it to its place, the heels adding a wiggle to the movement of his hips. He went back inside, glad to be indoors but upset that Grace would continue to see him as he was, in sissy mode. He went to the kitchen and got two cans of soda from the fridge. Then he took two glasses and put everything on a tray, which he kept balanced as he went to find the women. They were in the recreation room where Tess had her large-screen TV. He wasn't allowed to watch anything he wanted on it. As he offered them their drinks, Tess explained to Grace that she only permitted him to view programs like the reality shows about wedding gowns, or competitions for designing clothes, along with some cooking instruction. "With that last type," she went on, "there's one where the woman is really pretty. He just stares at her sometimes, and once I caught him with his hand on his chastity, looking like he was feeling sorry for himself." "Well," commented Grace, "at least he gets to see all that delicious food." "Sure, but I have him on a diet of salads without dressing and plain crackers and drinks from the blender. Unfortunately for Churro, I make sure everything is bland. Wouldn't want her to get spoiled." "But she's still carrying a few extra pounds." "Right. I make sure there are some extra calories in her shakes. The diet is for her to maintain that weight, not to lose any. She gets enough to eat but nothing with much flavor." "You are SO wicked," Grace said with a laugh. "I'm guessing that there's one thing he gets to eat that has lots of taste." Tess chuckled. "Sure. With his little dick under lock and key, he can't give me real sex. Not that I'd be in a rush for that even if it was free, with him being so small down there. But he's gotten really proficient with his tongue. And keeping him horny makes him work extra hard to make me happy." Grace looked at Chuck and said, "You know, that's nice for you, Tess. As well hung and eager to please me as my husband Mack is, he doesn't eat pussy." She sighed. "So we have opposite situations. You get plenty of the one and I get as much as I can take of the other." Tess' eyebrows went up. "Interesting. I'd like to meet him. And I'd like you to get to know Churro better." They exchanged meaningful looks while the concerned husband stood off to one side, too distracted by his embarrassment to focus on what was being said. He shifted his feet nervously. If his wife would just allow him to put on a robe, even that short one she had bought for him at the mall. Granted, it was practically transparent, but at least he would FEEL less exposed. The women were discussing a get-together for an evening later in the week. Chuck didn't like that. It was bad enough having his wife see him as Churro all the time, but with Grace there it was several times worse. Maybe it was because she was older. Or because her curves were more generous and incited his lust. He didn't know. He just wanted Grace to be gone. So he was relieved when she announced that she had to get home and start dinner for Mack. "But we WILL see each other soon, I'm sure," she said as she rose. Then she got right in front of Chuck, so close that he could inhale her mild yet exotic perfume. She told him, "And I'll look forward to seeing you, too, girly girl." Grace startled him with an air kiss, a scant inch from his slightly parted lips. He could almost feel what it would be like to have this passionate female touch him. He shivered again but this time is wasn't from the temperature. ****** The two women chatted a few times on the phone, in the evening, while Chuck was doing his housework. He would be dusting, naked, his arms in a leather sleeve behind his back and the feather duster held between his teeth. Or he might be putting away laundry with nothing on except tall, high-heeled leather boots, their ankles joined by a short chain so he could take only mincing steps, and his wife insisting that he carry one item at a time, which meant he would spend over an hour to put away one load. Soon his wife took him to the mall; to his surprise it was to buy cosmetics... for him. She had never used them on her husband before. Maybe it was Grace's idea. Chuck had a sinking feeling as they stood before the counter, Tess browsing the many choices. A perky young salesgirl approached them. "May I show you anything?" she inquired politely. "Well," Tess considered, drawing out the moment, keeping Chuck in suspense. "I'm thinking of trying something different. More dramatic." She didn't say who was going to be wearing the make-up, but looked directly at her husband. The salesgirl followed her eyes and Chuck blushed furiously. "Maybe..." Tess paused again while her spouse squirmed. "... some eye shadow and lip liner and an interesting shade of lipstick. But like I said, all of them kind of -- bold." The young lady went unhesitatingly to a display behind her and selected several items. "These would work well together. They'd make a nice contrast with a naturally light skin tone and pale eyes and fair hair." She was describing him and not his wife. She added, "We get these special requests every so often." "I see," Tess responded with interest. The girl set the products on the top of the showcase and Tess took the lipstick, opened it, and admired the unsubtle bright red-purple color. Consulting the other end of the tube, she read its name. "Magenta Madness. Sounds perfect. And if I wanted something that was just as eye-catching, but much lighter?" The clerk instantly offered another, pointing out, "It's from the same line. Mango Madness." Tess chuckled. "I'm glad you understand the look that I'm going for." She glanced at Chuck. "That WE'RE going for." "I understand," the girl said with a hint of a smile. "And you get a commission on what you sell?" "Well, yes." "Then why don't you find three or four more shades that we'll like? I'm sure my... husband... will enjoy the way they look." Chuck quivered with uncomfortable anticipation. He could feel his chastity tube clutching his toy-sized penis, and the snug apricot-yellow panties flattening his genitals against his body. As she made her choices, the girl mentioned conversationally, "We even have teenagers who use one color on their upper lip and another on the lower. Now THAT is a wild look." "That might be sort of age-inappropriate for ME," Tess remarked. "But we might try it..." She cut the sentence short without saying, "... on HIM." She didn't have to speak the words. By then the salesclerk was sure. Next came the eye shadow and lip liner. The girl also recommended eye liner, mascara and lip gloss, the latter to add sheen to the mouth. Tess thanked her and together they decided on what version of each they wanted. Everything went into a medium-sized shopping bag with handles. It was covered in a bright floral design. Because the purchase ended up being rather large, the clerk said they qualified for a free gift. There were several options and Tess chose rouge. The final insult to Chuck was that the cute girl, while eyeing him directly, added some free samples of perfume, little tubes that you could snip the ends off. She also included a mini-bottle of a new scent which she warned Tess was 'kind of overstated'. She concluded, "You can try each one and see if you find something that would work as a signature scent. It's fun to be identified by a specific fragrance." She leaned toward Chuck and inhaled the trace of perfume he already wore, which made his cheeks turn bright pink -- again. From there, with Chuck carrying the bag, they went to a lingerie shop. Tess selected diaphanous harem pajamas and a feather boa. She casually draped the boa around Chuck's neck and held the top half of the pajama set up to his chest as if deciding whether it was his size. A pair of college-age girls who were considering sexy nightwear looked right at him and snickered, making no effort to hide their reaction. Tess found that amusing, so she had him put his arms out to the sides, so she could hang part of the pajama set over each. He had to stand there with the boa around his neck, the gauzy pajamas on his arms, while she browsed more merchandise. The girls read the scene easily and put themselves immediately behind him. One of them said, "I wonder if any guys get stuff to wear here." "You mean like fruity guys?" "Fruits, fairies, sissies. Whatever. I bet they'd just ADORE a place like this." "Probably get off on imagining themselves in lace teddies, body stockings, panties with open crotches." "Or if they were really freaky, even harem pajamas and, I don't know, maybe a long feather boa." "Right. If they were REALLY freaky." He felt like he was melting, right there in the store. Tess returned and noticed how uncomfortable he appeared. She wanted to know, "What's the matter, darling? Is it your time of the month?" The two girls muffled their laughter and leaned against each other. One of them took out her cell phone and pretended to take a picture of the other, but it was obvious she was shooting Chuck. His wife turned him slightly to make sure they got an easy-to-identify shot of his face. Putting her lips close to his ear she whispered, "If they post that, along with the story I'm sure they're going to want to tell all their girlfriends, it might go viral. Wouldn't that be exciting?" She gave them a conspiratorial look that provoked giggles. Tess paid for the order and Chuck had to walk the rest of the mall with her, now carrying two flashy shopping bags. Maybe he just looked like a helpful and courteous husband but, with the way he felt, to him it seemed like every eye in the place was on him and everyone knew his secrets. When they got home Tess decided it was time for a fashion show. That was upsetting enough for her spouse, but then she told him to phone Grace and invite her over. He reluctantly hit the number, which was now pre- set, and haltingly spoke to the attractive neighbor with the well-filled- out figure. Grace arrived in ten minutes. She had on a sleeveless white top with a plunging neckline and black toreador pants, as well as red flats. In her hand was a bottle of pinot noir. While the women sat in the rec room and poured themselves each a glass of the chilled beverage, Chuck had to strip in front of them, feeling awkward and ashamed. He hated it when he had to uncover his smooth pink body and chastity tube. Grace called him over so she could get a better look at the device. She even reached up from the sofa to feel how satiny his hairless chest was, and then to finger his highly sensitive nipples. He writhed and moaned as his imprisoned member futilely attempted to erect. Then she ordered him to kneel in front of her, where he had to remain while Tess told her all about their shopping trip. Grace was tickled to hear about the extra mortification Chuck had suffered as various women came to understand that those sexy fashions and garish cosmetics were intended for him. Being that close to the older woman was uncomfortable for him. He writhed emotionally as she looked down at him, ruffled his hair, and toyed with his ears. At the same time he was enthralled by her manner and that she was more mature appearing than is wife, and voluptuous rather than slender. Tess said it was time for him to don the harem pajamas so they could appreciate how nice they looked over his smoothly girl-like skin. Feeling as if he was on exhibit, he got into the bottoms. They felt so silky as he pulled them up his legs. Then came the top, which lightly teased his nipples as he put it on and even after he stopped adjusting it. Grace said that she wanted to see him dance. She began to vocalize a wordless snake-dance theme, while Tess provided a slow rhythm of hand claps. "Let's see it, Churro," Grace demanded. "Wriggle around. Move your arms." "Roll that bottom," Tess encouraged. "Lick your lips." They kept him at it for several more minutes and then had him get the feather boa and strut around while he waved one end of it back and forth in front of his face. Chuck was sniffling and wishing for it all to end, but also stimulated again, blaming that on Grace's presence but worrying that there might be some other cause as well. What was happening to the confused man? Once that ordeal was finished, Grace decided that they should try out the make-up. He had to refill their wine glasses and then the three of them went to the bedroom. He was told to sit in Tess' chair at her vanity table. Grace was critical of the way he did it and had him try several more times, with her offering tips, until she was satisfied that he was being 'delicate' enough. Up until then, no matter how often Chuck's wife had him dress, he had never experienced cosmetics. They had him set aside the boa. As he sat meekly, with his back to the mirror, Grace went to work on his face with everything in reach, it seemed, even employing a few of his wife's items. It all went by in a whirl. At the end she opened one of the free samples of perfume, the tiny bottle that the salesgirl had said was too strong, and applied it liberally. "Oops," she said as she kept going. "I'm getting carried away. You're going to smell like a French whorehouse. Let me use just a little bit more. Whoa, it's all gone." She chuckled. When the older woman made him turn back to the mirror he got a shock that rattled his male ego to its depths. Looking back at Chuck with an astonished expression was a female face, softer than his, the eyes appearing larger, the mouth much fuller and brightly colored. He blinked and long thick eyelashes fluttered. He frowned and that unfamiliar mouth made an exaggerated frown back at him. He looked at the women in desperation. "P... please," he choked out. "Change me back." "What? Undo all that hard work?" Grace said with mock distress. "No way, young lady. In fact, it's the weekend so there's no hurry. No hurry at all to reverse this marvelous make-over, you pretty thing." Chuck hugged himself and shook his head but it earned him no sympathy. Quite the reverse. The women were enjoying how disconcerted he had become. Tess decided out loud that they should play with his hair as well. "I don't know," Grace offered. "It's kind of fun to have him looking so girly but with his hair telling us that he's a guy. Still..." "Really? You don't want to go all the way with him?" Grace admitted, "I was just thinking out loud. Of course we should do Churro's hair. But you should take the lead now. After all, she's YOUR husband. Or he's your wife." "Churro is my sissy," Tess decided. "That says it all." She considered the products on her vanity table as she ran her fingers through his blond hair, which was thick but straight. Tess picked up a comb and some gel, checked to see that there was a brush handy, along with spray, and went to work. She fussed over his locks, trying one idea and then another, while Chuck's concern mounted. He didn't want to look completely like a girl. Did he? But he had no choice. After a few brief consultations with Grace, Tess made her final decisions and finished the job. This time when he faced the mirror he was even more disoriented than before. His hair had been combed forward in front, given more body, and brushed back on the sides and sprayed. The alterations changed the shape of his face, making it appear somehow vulnerable, doll-like. A coating of gloss was belatedly added to his lips to make them shine. Tess kissed the tip of his nose and told him to stand. The harem outfit kept stimulating his skin. For the next several hours the women watched TV, having Chuck fetch them crackers and a block of cheese, so he could kneel in front of the end table, put everything there, and make them snacks to nibble. They finished the wine and were a bit giddy. That was when their conversation returned to the topic he least wanted to hear them discuss, the problem of him being a bad lay and Mack being great in bed but not providing oral. They reached the obvious solution, which was for them to swap husbands for a night. They giggled like schoolgirls while Chuck felt more and more insecure. He wanted to scurry away, clean off all that make-up, and get into some male clothing, without the usual panties underneath. And he longed to be free of that chastity tube. It had been so long since his wife had let him out, allowed him to get himself overexcited, and then spurt his cum onto her thigh, after which he had to run and get a warm wet washcloth to clean it up under her critical eye. Instead of a reprieve, he had to listen to Grace call her husband and invite him to join them. She told him there would be a surprise, winking at Tess as she said it. Mack told her he would be there but not for a little over an hour. She told him not to rush, that they had plenty to entertain them. That entertainment included Chuck going to the bedroom dresser and bringing back some of his more shameful panties. There was a pair with ruffles all over the seat, another that said PINK PRINCESS on the front and back, and a set of seven with the days of the week written on them. There was also a pair with an open crotch, which Tess ordered him to put on, so they could laugh at how his tubed member hung out. When a firm knock sounded on the front door, Tess went to answer. She told Chuck to hide in the closet, which he did with deep trepidation. From the darkness he could hear Grace introducing Mack to Tess and the man being friendly and a bit flirtatious. Then Tess began to reveal how she had turned her husband into a sissy. Grace filled in details about what had been happening since she had encountered him in the backyard. Then the women traded lines back and forth as they hinted strongly about their desire to enact a spouse swap. Mack caught on right away and said he wouldn't mind, so long as while Chuck/Churro was with Grace, he would be as swishy and feminine looking as they had said. "Find out for yourself," Tess offered. "He's in that closet over there." "Yeah," Grace seconded. "An in-the-closet sissy." Chuck heard his neighbor approaching the closed door, the handle turning. There was a sliver of light as Mack opened the door just a crack. Chuck began to tremble. When the door was opened the rest of the way, the harem-dressed husband was confronting a tall burly man with a full dark moustache. Mack stared for a second and then burst out laughing. He took Chuck by the wrist and gently pulled him from his hiding spot. Mack stood him in front of the women and declared that if Churro was any more girly he wouldn't be a man at all. He made Chuck put one hand on his chastity device and hold the other in front of his face so he could suck his thumb, telling him to stay that way. While Chuck held that unflattering pose, Mack sat across from the women and they cemented their plan for the exchange. "So," Grace said, "how about if we do it this time next week?" "Good," said Tess. "That'll give Churro time to think about it and get herself in the mood. This'll be a big life change for her and I want the girl to be prepared." "Well," Mack said, "I don't WANT to wait, but I have to agree with what you just said. Let the little pansy squirm for a while. I guess I'm one of those alpha males. I get off on doing a thorough job of conquering another guy and taking his mate." "If you're an alpha male," Tess suggested, "I guess that makes Churro here the lowest form of beta male." "Or," Grace said, "maybe he needs a new designation. How about if we call him a... zeta male. Or maybe just a zeta, without the 'male' part." "That's appropriate." Tess smiled. "Because he is without his male part. It's all locked up and I have the key tucked away in a very safe place." Everyone laughed except Chuck. ****** After a week of fretting and hoping unreasonably for a reversal of their decision, Chuck had to face up to the reality of what was happening. His wife was going to openly cheat on him with a viral, well endowed man. And keep Chuck in his sissy role. And enjoy it all. She told her husband on Friday morning before he left for the office that she was going to go a specialty shop in the city and pick out something appropriate for him to wear. She made sure he had packed himself a good lunch, a plastic container of cold oatmeal and another one with half a dozen orange segments in it. That last choice was a special treat, given as a reward for him being so cooperative up to this point. That was ironic because he had no choice except to cooperate. His wife relished how unbalanced everything was in her favor. When he got home she told him his attire for the evening was laid out on their bed ("Where I'll be having great sex with Mack.") but that he could wait until after dinner to see it. Making him anxiously wait added to her excitement. He had to watch her savoring lightly seasoned, baked chicken cutlets, along with mixed vegetables she had prepared with a sauce, while his meal consisted of dry shredded wheat, fat free milk in a glass, and half a banana that was beyond overripe. He fidgeted all through the meal, while visions of what he might have to wear filled his head. When he was finally done, and had to scrape her plate into the garbage disposal without stealing any tasty scraps for himself, and then wash up the dishes, he at last went to the bedroom. There on the bedspread was his fashion statement for the evening. He stood perfectly still, gaping at it in disbelief. If Tess had intended to surprise and disturb him, she had certainly succeeded. Even though he didn't like them, he was used to the revealing clothes that made him appear sexy in a cheap way, as if he wanted to flaunt himself. But this... this... was something a little girl might wear. His wife -- perhaps under the influence of Grace? -- had changed directions and put him off balance. With trembling hands he picked up the short, hot pink dress and goggled at its lace-trimmed shoulder straps and the three tiers of ruffles above the knee-level hem. There were also white tights and a pair of Mary Jane shoes. She had even included panties, of a paler pink, with ruffles covering them front and back. Unable to move, he stood there and whimpered. "So," his wife said from behind him. "You like it. Right?" Knowing better than to contradict her he whispered, "Yes, dear. Thank you." "Well, put everything on. I have something nice picked out for myself. Something I'm sure Mack will appreciate." She began humming happily. He got into the shameful outfit, hating the way it made him look. Tess wriggled into a clinging blue dress of some shiny material. She had Chuck zip her up, which required him to stand behind her, their bodies almost touching. He got it done and she turned around and grinned. Then she fussed some with his hair, creating two mini-ponytails at the sides of his head. She applied a bare minimum of make-up and had even gotten a new perfume, something that smelled like bubble gum to him, and spritzed it on the hollow of his neck and the insides of his wrists. Then she went to the vanity table to complete her own look. Soon they were in the living room, awaiting her guests and an event that would change Chuck's life. Grace and Mack arrived, nicely dressed and cheery. He gave Tess a wolfish grin and she hugged him while Grace went over to tickle the sissy under his chin and address him as 'zeta' and 'little girl'. He pressed his knees together and wrung his hands. As soon as Chuck did that, he realized that it just made him look more like what he was dressed as. Mack sat down while the women went to the kitchen to make mixed drinks. Chuck was left there, uncomfortably standing in front of Mack. Chuck stayed where he was, unsure of whether he should sit without without permission. Mack looked him over and nodded. A moment later the women returned. Tess handed Mack a rum and cola. They had screwdrivers. Chuck was given a glass of warmed-up milk. He took a sip while the women sat and the three 'adults' began to chat. "So," Grace said, "I'm ready to get down to it." She eyed Chuck, who was shifting his feet, obviously nervous. "But maybe you two would like a little more time to become better acquainted." Tess said, "Or Mack and I could head straight for the main bedroom and get to know each other while we're getting into the mood." "Sounds perfect," Mack said. "Churro," Tess told her husband, "why don't you show Grace the way to the spare bedroom. But when you pass the bedroom we'll be using, I'd like you to turn down the covers for Mack and I, and fluff up the pillows." The feminized man quivered at the thought of having to prepare the bed where his wife was going to commit adultery. But he nodded silently and then turned his eyes to Grace. The older woman gave him a smile and said, "Lead the way, Churro. I'll be admiring how prettily you walk in those sweet shoes." All too soon, Chuck had performed his demeaning task with the covers and pillows, and was entering the other bedroom ahead of Grace. She closed the door behind them and got hold of his arm to turn him toward her. Grace stroked the side of his face and then let her hand run down the middle of his chest. She breathed hotly into his ear, sending his heart racing and also making his poor dick try to rise. Instead, it simply strained outward against the punishingly tight confines of its prison. He moaned and his knees went weak. Grace laughed softly as she told him to undress her. He worked with unsteady fingers, getting more excited as he uncovered her bountiful charms. She smirked at his helplessness. Soon he had her naked. Grace put her hands on her hips and stepped back from him. She asked, "So, what do you think, Churro? Hmmm?" He whimpered and told her, "You're... very... attractive." "Well, I'm glad you like what you see. I bet that'll make you try really hard to do a good job of what comes next. And what does come next, sissy?" He tugged uneasily at the front of his dress. "I... use my mouth... on... on..." "You eat my pussy, Churro. Is that what you're trying to say?" When he nodded, eyes downturned, she told him, "Well, then, sweet cheeks, say it." "I..." He took a steadying breath. "I eat your pussy." She laughed and got onto the bed, then made him plump up her pillow before she reclined against it. Grace spread her legs and pointed to her lightly furred mound. "So now," she pointed out, "the only thing left to do is to do it. And please take your time, girl." Chuck got into position with his mouth inches from her slit, the lips of which were slightly parted and noticeably moist. Maybe she had gotten excited from telling him what to do. He took a few licks, the same as he would have done if it was Tess, but this was different. She told him to get his arms under her thighs so he could put his hands on her the sides of her buttocks. He did it and his disabled dick tried even harder to break free. Chuck groaned. Grace chortled. He lapped her steadily, stopping only to suck on her clitoris. He kissed that little pearl and ran his tongue under it. She twitched, and purred happily. Her hips began to dance in slow motion and didn't stop. Soon he had her climbing toward an orgasm. Afraid of rushing it, Chuck slowed down. He could smell his own candy-like perfume at the same time he was tasty her womanhood. An unwanted thought of Mack's big cock having been where his tongue now was came into his mind. He tried to stop thinking about that but couldn't. Before long she was getting close again, and this time she told him not to slow down. He put her over the top and she came hard, bucking her wide hips and producing more juice than Tess ever had. She gripped the back of his head and held his mouth against her wetness while she gradually descended from the heights of sexual pleasure. At last her breathing returned to normal and she sighed. "Damn, Churro girl. We're going to have to make this a regular thing. At least we are if Mack and Tess do as well as we did." She thought for a second and then went on, "Hey, we had a head start. Maybe we can still check on them before they're done. Let's try." She got up and he obediently did the same. Grace put on a lightweight robe that Tess had thoughtfully left hanging on a hook by the closet, while Chuck was left in his silly dress and juvenile shoes. She crept along the hallway to the main bedroom, where the door was ajar. Grace stopped and reached back for Chuck, her hand finding his shoulder and pushing down on it. He understood and sank to his knees. From inside they could hear murmuring and an occasional gasp. Grace put a hand on the outside of Chuck's face and pressed his other cheek against her hip, rubbing herself against him. The sounds from the bedroom changed in stages from those of foreplay to ones produced by intercourse. If there was any doubt it was dispelled when Tess spoke Chuck's wife said, "Damn, Mack, I feel like you're splitting me in half. Your cock is huge. Keep going. Oh, I can feel your balls against my ass. They're so big. Not like those little pigeon eggs Churro has. That's -- OHHH! -- incredible, the way you're moving in and out. Your strokes are so long. My husband's tiny dick is just a joke." She suddenly stopped talking and began to make wordless sounds which rose and fell with the rhythm of Mack's thrusts. It went on for a full quarter hour. In the hallway, Grace raised the rear of the robe and turned slightly so she could press her bottom against Chuck's face. She got the back of his head against the wall and pinned him there with her backside, his face wedged between her butt cheeks, his features deep in her humid valley. Half smothered as she ground against him, Chuck still couldn't stop hearing the sounds of the busy couple's lovemaking. The volume rose as they both finished at once, something that had never happened with him and Tess. She cried out, urging her partner on, and he obviously obliged. Chuck was torn apart by envy and jealousy. At last the sounds subsided and he heard them whispering to each other. Grace moved away from him and he almost toppled over, his face sheened in sweat. She reached down to grab his ear and made him duck-walk alongside her into the room. He didn't want to see but she made him look. There were Mack and Tess, alongside each other, totally content. His wife had cheated. Chuck was a cuckold. And he knew this was far from the end of it. Grace released his ear, sat by her husband, and leaned down to give him a congratulatory kiss. Mack's wife said, "Good job, you dirty old dog. It sounded like she had three guys working on her." Tess said, "Felt like it, too. He's terrific, Grace." "You're sissy husband should get a prize for his pussy lapping. I mean, whew, he had my motor racing and almost made me blow a gasket. This is a super deal for all of us." "So," Mack offered, "if you ladies want to, we can do this whenever we're all in the mood. Speaking for myself..." He gave Tess' hand a squeeze. "...I'll always be in the mood." "Me too," Tess agreed dreamily. "Me three," Grace chimed in, patting the top of Chuck's head. "So how about if we plan on a replay, this time next week." Everyone agreed. Mack said he'd bring wine. Grace said she needed Churro's sizes so she could shop for an outfit for him, for the occasion. Tess told her that he loved to shop and she could simply take him with her. Chuck stood there frowning, his lipstick badly smeared. And yet, somehow, his mind had taken a new direction and in some strange way he was looking forward to it all. He still hated being kept in chastity and made to look and act girly, but something different was going on. It was like he was stuck in sissy mode. He didn't know what that meant but he felt, with a mix of excitement and concern, that he would find out. *********