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A BRIDEZILLA AND HER SISSY CUCKOLD by Throne
Magenta was an unrepentant bitch, a mean wife who thrilled to robbing her
husband of his manhood and mistreating him with wanton cruelty. She loved
to taunt Gardner about how she had turned him into a sissy and cheated on
him with impunity. Around the house he was known as Gardenia and had to
stay in the role that fit that name, which was that of a wimpy pansy.
Today he was dressed as she usually had him, in a belly shirt and bikini
panties, which showed off the fact that she made him keep his body
completely hairless. His minimal covering also exposed how soft he was,
the opposite of the guys she liked to take to bed.
Unlucky Gardner was scurrying around the house, picking up after his wife,
dusting and using the little pink dustpan and brush she had bought for him
at a Dollar Store. She would carelessly leave glasses and dishes around,
toss wrappers on the floor, and never pick up after herself at all. It
was terribly humiliating but he didn't slack off in his efforts. She
wanted the place nice and clean before her current lover, Stan, arrived.
If her spouse didn't keep busy and show good results, she might loose her
temper, and THAT was something he dearly wished to avoid. He slinked
into the den, being as quiet as he could, in case she was napping.
Magenta was lounging in the big leather recliner that Gardner had owned
since he was single. Back then it had been his favorite place to relax;
now he was forbidden to sit on it.
He crept to a spot in front of her. Magenta's eyes were closed so he
stole a moment to gaze at her. To most men she wouldn't be considered
attractive. She was overweight by more than fifty pounds, but much of it
had settled into her bust, hips, bottom and thighs. He was mesmerized by
her over-upholstered curves. Her eyes were small and deepset, her nose
too large, and her lips overly full. When she smiled it exposed her horse
teeth. But even her less than classic face appealed to him. Maybe it was
that it went so well with her exaggerated curves. Or perhaps it was that
he felt he deserved a wife who other guys saw as unattractive in many
ways. He wasn't worthy of some slender gal with fine features. After
all, he had so little to offer... especially between his legs.
That last matter played a big part in their relationship. He had no hope
of competing with the men she brought home for sex, not with his tiny
peter. She loved to mock him about how small he was down there, and her
firm belief that his lack of a big cock meant he should look and act like
a sissy. He was staring at her when she suddenly opened her eyes and
caught him. Garndner froze. He lived in fear of her and she knew it.
She relished his cowardly attitude. She paused to let him squirm
internally while he waited to learn if she would let his indiscretion pass
or react nastily.
It was the latter, which in this case was for her to have one of her
unbridled outbursts. She pushed her feet down on the footrest of the
chair, making it move from its reclining position to upright. Magenta
stood in one swift motion and confronted her cowering spouse.
She wanted to know, "Were you having a good time gawking at me? Enjoying
perverted fantasies about pawing my body? Or maybe even getting to stick
your miniature dick inside me? Well, none of your twisted dreams are
going to come true, you pathetic pansy."
He took a step back but still couldn't help consuming her with his eyes.
All she had on was a sleeveless top, with no bra underneath. Her big tits
were unfettered and jiggled with every move she made. Her heavily furred
pussy was on display. He knew it wasn't particularly clean, as she didn't
worry about personal hygine.
Gardner said in a small voice, "I'm sorry, darling. It was just that...
um... "
"What, Gardinia? That you wanted to pull your pud and empty your itsy
bitsy balls? Look at you, with your eye make-up and pink lip gloss. Do
you honestly think you deserve a woman like me?" She put her hands on her
wide hips. Her look was daunting. "Well? Do you, you loser wimp?"
"I... I..." He made a faint throat-clearing sound. "... couldn't help
myself."
"No, you never can. Pull down the front of those cute panties. Let's see
what you've got under there."
He blushed but did as he was told. Of course, his dick was pitifully
small. Short and slender. Tapering to a pointed head. With balls to
match. And because she made him keep it free of hair, it appeared even
more immature. He shifted his feet awkwardly and cast his eyes toward the
floor. She let him suffer for several minutes while she thought about
Stan, his huge cock, and how long he could go before he shot one of his
heavy loads. She grinned, though her husband didn't know what was
provoking that reaction.
Magenta stepped closer to him, so near that her big bust was almost
touching him. She was taller than him, so her hefty jugs were nearly in
his face. Unable to help himself, he whimpered with thwarted need,
uncertainty, and his usual trepidation. His wife felt her pussy getting
wet from how unmanly she had made him and how submissive he had become
under her strict control.
With a sneer the unforgiving woman told him, "Get down on your knees,
sissy, kiss my slit, and thank me for the honor."
He shuddered and lowered himself to the required position. Now her nest
was right in front of his face. Her external labia were thick and
rippled. He took a breath through his nose and was overwhelmed by the
powerful musk of her womanhood. She moved her feet apart to give him
greater access. He sniffled as he brought his face closer and extended
his tongue. It was so difficult to be reduced to less than a man and
turned into a harsh female's sex toy. Even so, his undergrown penis was
hard. It was easy for her to give him an erection, not only because he
was addicted to her zaftig contours, but also because she so rarely
allowed him to spurt.
Gardner shivered as he pressed his face against her unwashed mound and got
his tongue between her rubberly nether lips. The taste was unpleasant but
he was used to that. In fact, he had come to crave it.
She told him, "Don't forget that you've got your mouth where Stan sticks
his monster tool. Your tongue is where he blasts his spunk. I'll bet a
fairy like you gets off on knowing you're licking me where that deadly
weapon of his goes in and out and in and out and in and out."
He gagged a little at the thought of what she was saying, yet his feelings
of inferiority, natural and induced, made him agree with her accusations.
Without stopping his lapping he grunted assent. She laughed at him. Her
hands came down on the back of his head and shoved his face more firmly
against her pubes. He moaned but didn't stop using his tongue. A few
minutes later, as her passion was mounting and he was entering the quiet
and detached mindset called 'sub space', she abruptly pushed him away,
sending him toppling over. He lay there on his back and stared up at her.
Magenta's unpretty face leered down at him. She snarled, "I sure as hell
hope the bathroom is sparkling clean. If Stan is unhappy with it, we'll
use your face for a toilet brush. Right? Now go and check the fridge and
make sure there's enough cold beer in there for him. You know that when
he screws me for nearly an hour, it's thirsty work." She chortled at his
beaten expression and the way his narrow shoulders sagged. "Go on. DO
IT. And then report back to me by the front door. I've got an idea."
He didn't like it when his bullying wife had 'ideas'. They always meant
more humiliation for him. But what choice did he have? She wouldn't
hesitate to slap his face, put him over her knee and spank him until he
blubbered, or even make him lie face-down while she stood in the middle of
his back until he was gasping for breath. Gardner rushed to the fridge
and made sure there were two six packs that were well chilled. He always
had to allow for his wife gulping down two or three cans herself. He
also took a bottle of whiskey out of the cabinet and set it on the
counter, along with two glasses. There was ginger ale in the fridge for a
mixer and he had made certain earlier that plenty of ice was available in
the freezer.
With that done, he hurried to the front door. His wife was waiting, thick
arms crossed under her weighty bosom. She must be aroused in anticipation
of Stan's arrival, because her nipples were hard, poking out against the
thin material of her top. Her spouse felt himself salivating. He wasn't
allowed to put his lips on those tempting nubbins. They were only for
Stan, as was the rest of her body above the waist. Garnder was restricted
to kissing her pussy and using his mouth on --UGH! -- her ass. Ever since
she had hit upon the extreme mortificiation of making him lick and probe
between her massive buttocks, she had insisted that he do it frequently.
Most evenings she made him give her a 'goodnight kiss' that way.
She told him her idea, which was that she wanted him to, "You can pose
real pretty for Stan when he comes through the door. He'll get a good
laugh out of seeing you in 'full pansy mood' (She meant 'mode'.) And
that'll get him in a better mode (she meant 'mood') for humping me."
Magenta snickered at him. "Now stand there with your knees together, like
a schoolgirl. Stick your butt out a little. Get one finger in your
hair..." She required him to wear it collar length and part it in the
middle. "... and curl the ends around the finger. Don't cover your nail.
I want him to see that clear polish with the pink tint that I made you
use. And poke out the tip of your tongue, like you're wetting your lips."
She stepped back and guffawed at the silly picture of femininity he made.
His lower chin quivered. He sniffled.
"Wow. You really are a full-tilt sissy fag. How about if you... hmmmm...
put your hand down the front of your panties. Cover up that poor excuse
for a prick. Hey, now that you're hiding your candy, you could absolutely
pass for a chick. A flat-chested one, but who cares, if you've got such a
pretty and available mouth? You know that Stan's been thinking about
using it. Do you know why he's had that on his mind so much?"
"I th... think so," he said, his words all atremble. "It's b... because
you k... keep telling him he can do it if he wants to."
"Yeah," she said with self-satisfaction. "I did put the idea in his head.
Wasn't that nice of me? Of course, when he was in prison he got plenty of
sissy sucking, so he already knows how good it can be. After all, who
knows better how a guy wants his cock treated than a sissy who has one of
his own? Or, in your case, has about a third of one." She gave him
another appraising look and finished with, "Now just stay like that until
he gets here. Remember that I gave him his own door key. Well, gave him
yours. But you don't mind waiting when you get home from work, if I'm out
somewhere, to be let inside. Do you?"
Not deviating from that shameful posture, he told her, "No, Ma'am. I'm
happy to do whatever you tell me."
"Good answer." She turned and walked away, calling back, "I'll see you
after my real man gets here."
Gardner had to wait another half hour before Stan arrived. The tall
broad-shouldered man opened the door, took one look at his lover's cuckold
husband, and was convulsed by laughter. He went up to him and tweaked his
nipples through the lightweight shirt, making him yelp and twist his hips,
but not move his feet.
"Hello, Gardinia," Stan said.
The sissy could smell booze on his breath. This was bad. Stan took him
by the shoulders and spun him around, gripped the back of his neck in a
viselike hand, and bent him forward. When Stan slapped Gardner hard
across the ass, the smaller man wailed. Not releasing his hold, Stan
marched him through the house to the den, where Magenta was waiting on the
couch, still with nothing covering her from the waist down, her knees
apart, making a lewd display. Stan loved it. He released Gardner, went
to her and plopped himself down alongside. They locked lips and shared a
deep kiss while Gardner writhed in emotional discomfort. Even after two
years of seeing his wife with other men he was devastated every time he
had to witness it anew.
Crude as ever, Stan put one hand on Magenta's boob and the other between
her legs. He fingered her and she shifted her hips, energized by desire.
Her hand rubbed his crotch and then fumbled with his belt. He helped her
and soon it was unfastened and his fly was down. He stood and told
Gardner to pull down his jeans and shorts. Knowing his place, the
ineffectual husband got down on his knees and shuffled forward, gripped
the waists of both garments and lowered them to ankle level. Stan made
his victim also remove his heavy work shoes and set them aside, then
remove the pants and shorts the rest of the way. The lovers sat there,
naked where it counted.
"Hey, girl," Stan barked at Gardner, "go and grab me a beer. And one for
my lady. We'll have a drink and then I'll slam the ham. You don't mind
if I shove my meat way up inside her, do you, Gardinia?"
Afraid of upsetting the big man, the cuckold wisely said, "No, Sir. She
needs someone like you, who has what it takes to satisfy her."
"And...?" Magenta prompted.
Gardner went on, "And not someone like me, who is a sissy weakling with a
baby dick that shoots off too soon. I could never make my wife happy in
bed. Or do it for any woman. I'm only good for licking pussy."
Magenta added, "And maybe something else." Her fingers were around Stan's
hard cock and she wagged it toward her husband.
The panty-wearing loser left the room in a hurry, his mind whirling.
After months of hints and suggestions, was it finally going to happen?
We're his wife and her stud going to turn him into even more of a sissy?
When he returned he found his wife stroking Stan with a leisurely rhythm.
She crooked her finger at Gardner and summoned him near. After he handed
over the two beers she pointed toward the floor and the cuckold got back
onto his knees, right in front of Stan. The happy couple took long
swallows and then set aside the cans. Magenta got up and went behind
Gardner, getting on her knees as well. She reached around and slid her
hands through the arm holes of his shirt, finding his nipples and playing
with them, making him pant and causing his little member to rise again.
He felt her heavy breasts pressing warmly against his back. She pulled
one hand free and put it on the back of his head, getting her fingers in
his long hair and taking a handful of it.
"Let's go, Gardinia. Your pansy wishes are going to come true. Stan is
ready for some more sissy mouth, like he got when he was inside. You
don't want to disappoint him, do you?"
"N... no, dearest. I don't."
"Well then, get busy, girl. Open wide and get a taste of man meat." She
chuckled maliciously. "Or else."
Trying not to cry, he brought his head forward, lips well parted, and took
the fat knob into his mouth. When he fitted his lips over it and swirled
his tongue around the corona, Stan grinned and let out a hissing breath
between his teeth. Gardner sucked and ran his small hand up and down the
shaft. He lightly massaged Stan's impressively large balls and took more
of the shaft into his mouth. He wasn't adept enough to use his throat,
but made up for that with extra tongue action, still keeping his hand in
motion. Stan sighed and Magenta cautioned her spouse not to rush.
They kept him at it for a full quarter hour. Magenta got back alongside
Stand and they kissed and fondled each other. Gardner was in the absolute
depths of disgrace and he tasted Stan's pre-cum and worried that much more
would follow. But he was relieved when his wife leaned down to ease his
head back until that sturdy cock slipped free with a wet pop. Gardner
took a deep breath. The lovers got off the couch and, too eager to waste
time moving to the bedroom, got down on the floor and went at it like a
couple of rutting animals.
With Stan's amazing staying power and Magenta's insatiable appetite, they
kept it going for nearly an hour. She had two orgasms from being plowed
by his unfailing organ, and at the end they both climaxed together, loud
and long, with Gardner still kneeling as he watched and wept softly. The
expert lovers at last parted, lying side-by-side, their breathing slowly
decelerating. At last they were done.
"Let's go," Magenta ordered her husband. "Clean-up time. Just like
always."
As much as it revolted him, Gardner nevertheless got his face between her
heavy thighs and used his tongue to slurp up Stan's plentiful and salty
ejaculate, directly from her overheated body. His efforts even reignited
her excitement, though he didn't quite push to her to an orgasm.
He was surprised, however, when he finished and backed up. That's when
Stan told him he still had more to do and, in case Gardner was too dim to
understand, the bigger man pointed to his own cock, still slicked with the
products of intercourse. The helpless husband felt his stomach turn over
as he got into position for this even worse task. His wife got up on one
elbow for a better view. Her eyes glitterred with evil interest.
She said, "Do it, Gardinia. And don't hold back."
Reluctantly, he licked the flaccid but still long organ, took the head
into his mouth and cleansed it with his tongue. While he was tasting
their mingled fluids he was horrified to feel Stan's rod getting longer
and thicker. Soon it overfilled his mouth and he had to let some of it
slide out, which allowed his wife to see what was happening. She giggled
at the demeaning of her husband and urged him on.
"Do it, cock-gobbler. Show me the real you. Let us see what a fairy cum-
gulper you really are."
With tears overflowing his eyes, Gardner bobbed his head up and down,
pleasuring the cock of the man who had just enjoyed his wife. Gardner
delicately toyed with those enviable balls with one hand, employing the
other to again tease the rock hard shaft. To his dismay, Stan was plainly
building toward a second ejaculation. Gardner's throat constricted.
Wanting to make sure the action went all the way, Magenta nibbled Stan's
neck and whispered lascivious words. It was just what he needed. His
powerful fingers gripped Gardner's ears and held them painfully tight.
Gardner's lower hand felt Stan's balls spasm.
Spunk jetted from that powerful cock and hit the roof of the sissy
cuckold's mouth. It ran all over his tongue and puddled underneath. Some
slid down the back of his throat while his wife alternately howled with
laughter, insulted her spouse, and praised her lover. Even after he was
depleted, Stan didn't withdraw. Magenta nuzzled his cheek and whispered
more compliments. She was thrilled. Seeing her spouse degraded that way
was a dream come true. She had already robbed him of his pride but now
she knew he would never regain it.
"Oh, baby," she said to Stan, her words honeyed. "It would make me SO
happy if you used my sissy husband to get you hard every time. And to
clean you up."
"And," the amused man told her, "as a place to dump an extra load of
sperm. Sure, sweets. I want him to be happy too, and what could make a
sissy happier than a mouthful of cream?" He patted Gardner on the top of
the head. "And you, girl. Don't you dare brush your teeth or rinse your
mouth or even drink anything. I know you love the taste of my jizz and
want to keep it on your tongue all night long. Isn't that true?"
Wishing he could run to that bathroom and throw up, Gardner instead
agreed, "Oh, yes Sir." In his most girly voice he went on, "Fags like me
just adore sucking big cocks like yours, getting treated to a load of
thick cum, and then savoring its flavor all night and even the next
morning. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
"Hey, you're welcome, Gardenia. In fact, since you're so hungry for it,
I'll tell a bunch of my buddies and next time I stop by I'll bring a few
of them and you can have a suck party. Don't worry, sissy. I'm going to
take real good care of you and that talented mouth of yours. Real good
care."
Gardner knew it was all too true. Stan might be uneducated but he wasn't
stupid. He could see how aroused it got Magenta to watch her husband
being used as a cum dump. And Stan loved her to get extra excited.
Besides, the big man liked to crush the egos of weaklings like Gardner.
And it didn't hurt if there was a terrific blowjob included in the
experience. Yes, he was going to take extremely good care of his
girlfriend's sissy cuckold husband.
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