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WIFE #2 by Throne It started out simply enough. Gwen married Martin because he was short and soft and, most importantly, had a weak personality. He was exactly what she was seeking, like a lump of clay waiting to be molded by her talented hands. Also, while they were dating, she kept a sharp eye out for any signs that he appreciated being put into subservient or feminine roles. Every time she tested him, having Martin do menial jobs around her apartment, making him act as if he was her lesbian lover, or just having him wear an apron while he washed her dishes, he always responded positively to being treated that way. In fact, when she got him to wear a very small apron with nothing under it, he even got aroused, his undersized penis standing up and tenting the material... slightly... at his crotch. Once she was satisfied that he was the man for her -- or rather the half- man -- she steered him into proposing marriage. Gwen made him wait a few weeks before she gave her answer. It was amusing to watch him squirm. He was fearful that she wouldn't accept and he might lose his dream woman. She was what he had always longed for: tall, full figured, long auburn hair, exotic features. Her wide face was made attractive by large dark eyes, a small nose, high cheekbones, and overly full lips. Often when they were at her place she would wear tight revealing clothes that drove him to distraction. Gwen would innocenty ask him if he liked how she looked, striking poses that made him stare and almost pant with need. At the same time she began to reinforce the idea that when they went to bed together it was her pleasure that mattered most. He mainly got teased but not satisfied, which put him deeper under her spell. When she told him that he would be more appealing if he got rid of his scant body hair, he eagerly went along with it, using a depilatory that left him smooth and pink all over. Martin expected that he would get some reward for his cooperation but all that resulted was more tantalization. Gradually he came to understand that his satisfaction might be postponed endlessly. Then he started to crave the opportunity to worship her body with his mouth and to look forward to being excited but not relieved, as if that was a perfectly normal relationship. That was when she began to break down what was left of his male ego, also beginning to make his appearance even less masculine. Gwen was thrilled every time she 'helpfully' pointed out that his immature penis and lack of orgasm control made him close-to-useless for intercourse. Then she would console him with reminders of how talented he was at providing oral sex. One night, with a laugh, she told him that because his body was hairless and not at all muscular, he might just as well wear panties. Then she put on a thoughtful expression and considered out loud that it would be exciting to have him dress that way, and that she was sure he would enjoy the feel of satiny material against his smooth nether regions. With his mind already made receptive by her past manipulations, he agreed, even though he wasn't quite sure if he should. She took him to the mall later that week and, in a lingerie shop, got him his first pair of panties -- well, actually, a package of six. Gwen didn't want him to be able to back out after wearing just one. She felt that if she kept him in the colorful undergarments for half a dozen nights, he would be past the point of no return. To assure that he was in the correct state of mind, she dressed extra sexily the next day and, when he came home from his humdrum office job, was waiting for him with a smile and a glass of wine. A single drink left him even more manageable than usual and, accompanied by her getting him naked and running her hands all over his body, had his defenses completely down. As soon as he slipped the bikini-cut panties up his hairless legs, she began to praise him and how they made him look. Her approval had become extremely important to Martin and he accepted it with elation. Too, his penchant for feminization, which she had noticed previously, was allowed to blossum without the inhibition that had hampered it in the past. Gwen had him walk around, taking small mincing steps and holding his arms out slightly, wrists limp. He had to speak in a soft voice, slightly higher than normal. She lavished Martin with compliments and called him 'Martina'. He didn't object to that either. As if it was a sudden inspiration, his wife declared that what would make everything perfect was if he would stay in character and be her 'girl' lover. She was so caught up in her scenario that he would have felt awful if he hadn't gone along with it. Besides, some part of him wanted to make it a reality too. So they got into bed and cuddled, with her taking the dominant role. After a bit she pressed down gently on his narrow shoulders, signalling that he should move lower, into a postion that was all too familiar to him. As well conditioned as he was, he went happily and was soon using his lips and tongue to pay homage to the center of her womanhood. She purred appreciatively and continued to tell him how happy he was making her. That pleased him, though he would certainly have liked to be granted release after so long without an ejaculation. "That's it, Martina. That's my good girl. Slow down just a little, honey. You do it so well. Tell me you're my sweet girl." He stopped licking for a moment to respond, with that unmanly voice, "I'm your sweet girl, Gwen. I just want to make you happy." And then without being prompted, he added, "I love how you make me keep my body so smooth. And I adore my new panties." Maybe he was concerned about what else he might say, so he got busy again with the skills she had taught him to be so proud of. After he had given her a deeply pleasing climax, she had him move into the missionary position. She even allowed him to lower his panties and put the tip of his little dick against the slippery moistness of her pussy. Her fingers went to his nipples which, she knew from long experience, were extremely sensitive. As she teased them and told him to rub the head of his organ against her, she kept telling him what an angel he was being and that she wanted to do something to make him as happy as he was making her. Gwen made sure he was distracted by heightened arousal before she spoke again. In a sultry voice she told him, "Martina, I would adore seeing you in more than just panties. I need to have you in a lovely baby doll nightie. And I know you want to wear one for me." She wet her fingertips and ran them over his nipples, sending currents of sexual energy racing through his system and electrifying every erogenous zone he possessed. "You want to wear more pretty things for me, don't you, Martina?" In a delirium of ecstasy, he replied breathily, "Yes, darling. I want to wear whatever you say." He took a deep breath and confessed, "I want to be a pretty girl for you. A pretty girl who does everything she can to make you happy... especially in bed." That was what she wanted to hear. Now that he had said it, she would not allow him to reverse himself, even though she knew he wasn't entirely willing to surrender his masculinity. In her mind she could already see him in a brief filmy nightie, with a pair of slippers with two inch heels. After that there would be cute wigs and bold make-up. He would be her total bed slave and then, after a few months, she would introduce something new, something that he might not be quite so quick to accept. It was making her exceptionally horny just thinking about it. She smiled to herself as she again pushed him downward and felt him trailing kisses over her soft belly and then flicking his tongue against her receptive clitoris. True to her design, after several months of keeping him increasingly feminized at home, sending him to work with panties under his slacks, and eventually discarding all of his male undershorts, she was ready to carry out the second phase of her plan. It started one evening after she had him in full sissy mode. He was wearing a clingy top with spaghetti shoulder straps, a tiny pleated skirt with nothing under it, colorful knee socks, and Mary Jane shoes. On his head was a short blond wig and his face was generously decorated with cosmetics that gave it a slutty schoolgirl look. He even smelled nice because she had been making him use soaps and deodorants intended for females. "Aren't you just so special, Martina?" she said cheerily. "Strike a few poses, dear. Turn away from me, bend forward, and flip up that skirt in the back. Ohhhh, your backside is so smooth and round. Who could resist giving it a pat... or whatever." He felt odd being so deep into his girly persona. But Gwen was being sweet to him -- well, except for not allowing him to finish -- and he was still anxious to please her. She had shifted their relationship entirely over to him being a devoted submissive. "Very lovely," she said as he put his hands on his hips and thrust out his flat chest. "You are so attractive to me. And I'm sure you'd have the same effect on others." She chuckled softly at something she was thinking but not saying. "But there's something we have to talk about. Sit on the floor, cutie, and listen." He sank down, tucking his legs under him and letting his skirt ride up but not too far. Martin looked up at his dominating wife, curious abut what she might have to say. "The thing is," she went on in a level voice, "that as much as I enjoy having you lap my pussy, I really do need a long thick cock inside me. In fact, I met a man on line and have gone out with him twice now for drinks. We're attracted to each other and have decided to try sex and see how it works out. Aren't you happy for me?" His mouth open and shut several times before he found any words. "B... but I could try harder. I mean..." She held up her hand and said, "Honestly, Martina, that wouldn't help. I'll still want you to eat my pussy, dearest, but I have to have that cock, too. And I've seen the bulge it makes in the tight slacks he wears, so I know he has what I require... unlike you. So don't make a boo-boo face or act pouty. I want you to be happy for me. And you are. Correct?" He bit his lips and lowered his eyes at first, but then made himself look at her. Martin was quite conditioned to putting her needs first so, as much as this went against his natural instincts, he managed a faint smile and said, "Yes, darling. I want you to be happy. And if you have to have... um... what you said..." "I said 'a long thick cock'. And you can say it too. Say that you want me to have that." "I... want you to have... a long thick cock... inside you... so you'll be happier." "That's my girl," she congratulated. "And I can't wait for you to meet him. He should be here in about ten minutes." His mouth fell open and he looked around desperatly, as if seeking some place to hide. She smiled and told him everything would be fine, pointing out that she intended to see plenty of her new friend -- his name was Chuck -- so it would be good for Martina to get used to being seen with her present look. Gwen gestured and her husband rose to his feet. She told him to sit on the low footstool at the end of the sofa, stretch out his legs, and cross his ankles. He did and she left the room to go and make a final check of her appearance. She didn't need to worry about how she looked. In a brief dress that hugged her curves, wearing plenty of make-up, with her hair loose, she was a walking invitation to the bedroom. All too soon for Martin there was a firm knock at the front door. Gwen went to answer it. Martin heard her greet Chuck and him answer in a manly voice. That was followed by the unmistakable sounds of them kissing wetly. Moments later they appeared, the tall man with an arm around Gwen's waist. He spotted Martin at once and smiled broadly, not to be friendly but because he was amused. Chuck strode up to the seated figure and said, "Aren't you just too naughty, showing off your legs like that. Be careful or you'll earn yourself a spanking." Martin shivered at those words. He pictured his wife swatting his fanny in front of her date. Or did Chuck mean that HE would be the one to smack Martin's rump? Gwen came up alongside the tall man and stood so close that her plump breast touched him. He turned and tilted his face down so they could kiss again. Martin hadn't been granted that privilidge for a long time. It stung him to see her give another man what he was himself denied. With more to come. But then, Chuck really was a man and Martin was something less. He sighed and watched the interloper run his large hands over Gwen's inviting contours. She responded by rubbing herself shamelessly against him. "Well," she said breathily. "Shall we head straight to bed? Or maybe slow down and have a glass of wine?" "Let's take our time. I want to make this last. Too bad that... Martina?... right, Martina... when she used to have the chance, couldn't keep from finishing way too soon, like you told me about." Gwen chuckled. "Yeah, she was never capable of lasting more than half a minute. And with a dick that's barely there, well... she's better off like this." She locked eyes with her mortified husband. "Isn't that right, princess?" Chuck eyed him expectantly. Any illusions Martin still held onto about his manhood slipped away from him. In no way could he compete with this newcomer. The feminized husband told his wife, "Yes, dear. I'm... better off... this way." Without being prompted, he angled his head to the side and lightly stroked his blond wig. Chuck's eyes lit up. Gwen smirked at her defeated spouse. She went to the kitchen to get drinks. Chuck made himself at home on the sofa, still with his gaze on Martin, who wished he could run and hide. Gwen returned and handed a long-stemmed glass to Chuck, saying that she hoped red wine was okay. He said it was fine and patted a spot alongside him. She sat -- quite close -- and they clinked glasses before taking long sips. There was no drink for Martin. He toyed with the hem of his abbreviated skirt, adjusting it first down and then upward, drawing attention to himself even though he didn't want -- or told himself he didn't want -- them examining him. The couple on the sofa enjoyed their wine and kept touching each other. There were more kisses and Chuck grew bolder, slipping his fingers under the bottom of Gwen's skirt. She responded by stroking the inside of his thigh. Martin, with his low POV, could easily see the bulge beginning to grow in the man's crotch. With nimble fingers Gwen undid his belt, opened his fly, and whipsered for him to raise his hips, which was when she tugged his pants almost to his knees, taking his boxer shorts along with them. Martin remembered when she had thrown away all of his male underwear, though his shorts had been jockeys. Chuck's pubic hair was dark and dense, but short. Did he trim it, Martin wondered. His cock was -- as Gwen had predicted -- long and thick, even though it was only halfway hard. She handled it gingerly and ogled at the way it grew... and grew... until it was a full eight inches, with a large dark head. Her hands appeared small as they tried to circle its impressive girth. Her husband mentally compared it to his own four- slender-inch member and whimpered. Gwen bent forward in slow motion, her full lips opening as she did. Her mouth engulfed the fat end of his tool and she sucked on it hungrily, eyes half closed, taking breaths through her nostrils. Martin could only sit where he was, feeling ridiculous on that low piece of furniture, and observe from much closer than he wished he was, as she greedily swallowed inch after inch, until the entire enviable length had vanished into her warm mouth and, presumably, partway down her throat. Slowly, sensually, she rode her mouth up and down his rod, taking it all the way in again and again, while his chest rose and fell, and he placed his hands on the back of her head but didn't apply any pressure. She obviously knew what she was doing and he didn't want to tamper with her expert performance. Instead he let his head loll back and just savored a blowjob that less fortunate men could only fantasize about. His hand went to her breast and cupped it from the side, through the thin material of her dress. Martin realized that she wore no bra. After ten minutes which seemed to the humiliated husband like and hour, she at last let the slicked organ slip free, giving it a few farewell licks afterward. Then, in a hushed voice, she invited Chuck to the bedroom. To -- Martin couldn't help thinking -- THEIR bedroom. Not that he had been allowed to exercise any marital rights there, but still... Chuck stood, raising his slacks and holding them in place while Gwen joined him and hugged his strong arm. They started toward the bedroom. She looked back at Martin and said, "Sweetness, why don't you come along with us. You can wait in the hallway in case we need you to fetch something for us, like more wine. Or in case we want you for... anything else." Martin got to his feet numbly. He took several steps, glad that he had on those Mary Janes and not the heels that his wife had recently started putting him in. His eyes went to Gwen's sexy rolling bottom, the way the dress clung to it -- no panties either, he now understood -- and how Chuck's wide hand settled there possessively. They paused at the bedroom door for a hug and he passionately kissed her neck, making her purr loudly. Chuck glanced at Martin and told him, "You can kneel right outside the door. I'll leave it open a crack so you can hear us if we call for you. And so you can hear everything else." He reached around to unzip Gwen's dress. She wriggled out of it and was naked underneath. Martin's bride tossed the dress to him and he clutched it against his narrow chest while the pair vanished into the room. Almost at once he heard more kissing, moans, and murmured words. He wanted to stick his fingers in his ears but couldn't make himself do it. He thought that Gwen WANTED him to listen to everything that transpired and, as ever, was afraid of displeasing her. So Martin stayed where he was, inhaling her scent from the discarded dress, and listened to his wife and her new lover have deeply satisfying sex for nearly an hour, listened as they made him a cuckold. After the noises ceased, Martin's shoulders slumped. He had been tense, holding his body stiffly. Now it was all over. Something irreversible had happened. But then he was surprised when his bride called for him to join them. He didn't understand why she would want that. Still holding the dress, he went to the foot of the bed. They lay there shamelessly. His wife's thighs were parted and he could see the sticky whiteness Chuck had deposited inside her, so much of it that it was oozing out. The big man's organ was soft now, but still sizable as it lay draped on his thigh. "I need you," Gwen said to her spouse in a sleepy, well-satisfied voice. "Chuck flooded me with his spunk, Martina. You're going to lick it all up and swallow it like a good girl. Aren't you, darling?" Martin goggled at her. She couldn't be serious. Could she? But she was and, as if hypnotized -- trained to obey and intimidated by Chuck's masculinity -- he got into the position he was so accustomed to assuming. His face descended toward the V of her soft plump thighs and he got his first whiff of another man's cream, followed by its taste on his reluctant tongue. Martin lapped and then forced himself to swallow, hating what he was doing but caught up in a strange state of mind that made him not stop. In slow motion his wife wriggled her wide hips, purring contentedly, and occasionally giving his performance a compliment to reinforce the idea that he was doing the right thing. In fact, he did such a good job that she had a second, though smaller orgasm. Martin felt a swell of pride at what he had accomplished. "This is a terrific arrangement," his bride said, and then shared a deep kiss with Chuck. "Now I have a real man in this bed and my devoted girly lover as well. Let's keep it like this and work out the details as we go." "Sounds good to me," agreed Chuck. "And I'm sure I'll become more... comfortable... with Martina as we go along. I could..." But whatever he was going to add was silenced by a shush from the woman alongside him, followed by another lingering kiss. He gave one of her full breasts a squeeze and murmured affectionately. Martin still had his lips against his wife's well used pussy, aware that Chuck's tool had just been there, unsure of whether he should keep them where they were or not. At last she told him he could slip off the bed and kneel alongside, just in case he was needed again. "And Martina," she said sweetly, "you were delightful and so very cooperative. That made me quite happy. I'll expect you to keep that attitude from now on. Right?" With the taste of another man's spunk still in his mouth, looking like a total sissy, how could he disagree with anything she wanted. He meekly whispered that he would stay the way he had been that evening. It even felt, in some curious way, like he had been rewarded and was closer now to his spouse, despite the fact that she had just had wonderful sex with a new man. As Martin got onto his knees by the bed he allowed himself a sigh of surrender, though he kept it quiet enough not to disturb the happy couple. Over the following weeks Chuck visited often. He started to give Martin compliments, touch him lightly on the shoulder or arm, sniff his perfumed scent, and even lightly finger his lengthening hair, which had replaced the wigs. Soon there was a visit from a buxom redheaded woman who was a hairdresser. She fussed with Martin's locks, trimmed them, used product on them, said how nice his hair was, and finally declared that she was done. When he was allowed to look in the mirror of his wife's vanity table he was stunned to see himself looking rather different. He now had a new style, with bangs, straight on the sides, and curled under at the ends. There was even a sheen and a hint of blond in the normally dull brown color. He felt like he was turning into someone else. "Now thank the nice lady," Gwen told him. "Tell Colleen how much you like what she did for you." Martin clasped his hands together in front of him at waist level, feeling like a schoolgirl in the prescence of adults. It had been so long since he was able to make any decisions for himself. At work, after some phone calls from his wife, they had given him less demanding tasks and a woman took over his position. There was mention of some program that protected the LGBT community and how he was now covered by it. He had become too introverted and dependant on his bride to even ask for details. He blinked at Colleen and said breathily, "Thank you for making me... extra pretty." It felt as if his vocabulary was deserting him. "I... like it... a lot." The woman smiled at him, stepped closer, and gave him a warm hug, saying, "That's good, baby. You just keep behaving for your wife... and for that fine man of hers." His tummy got fluttery and he piped, "Yes, Ma'am." It just seemed natural to lavish respect on others. When Chuck got there that evening he was especially interested in Martin. The big man put his hands on Martin's upper arms and held him still while he checked his hair and then ran his eyes up and down. He gave Martin's hip a squeeze and said something about him having gained a few pounds and gotten nice and soft. "Well," said Gwen, that's those hormones you got for me to give him. When her husband's eyes grew wide she gave him a kiss on the forehead and just said, "It's for the best, Martina. And it's what Chuck wants. You see, I'm not the only one who likes you better now that you're so girly. We've been waiting to tell you. Chuck wants to... move forward... in his relationship with you." Martin's mouth opened and closed but no words came. Chuck stepped close -- intimately near -- and reached around with both hands to knead Martin's buttocks, telling him, "You're really getting a cute butt, Tina." Not Martina? Tina? "And I didn't get into a relationship with Gwen just because she's gorgeous and sexy and great in bed. She told me she was turning her husband into a complete sissy and that interested me too. Quite a lot, in fact." He hadn't let go of Martin's backside and now pressed his crotch against the feminized man, so that Martin could feel Chuck's enviable erection. "Understand, Tina?" "Y... yes, Sir," Martin said, feeling like a virgin bride. "So what we're going to do is this," Gwen said. "From now on Chuck will be the husband around here and I'll be the wife. And you... Tina... will be Wife #2." Martin felt a dizzying loss of identity. His name had been changed again, and his role along with it. Chuck dipped his head to give Martin a kiss on the neck, which sent hot and cold sensations through the confused sissy. For a moment they just stood there and then Chuck released him and stepped back to where Gwen waited. They embraced and ran their hands freely over each other, obviously excited by this new revelation. She looked at her made-over spouse with lust. "Let's go, Tina. Into the bedroom. All three of us. It's time for you to be Wife #2 all the way." Biting his lips and shivering, but too compliant by then to do anything except obey, he followed them wordlessly. His eyes went to his wife's wide hips but also strayed to Chuck's tight buttocks. In the bedroom they had Martin help them undress and both of them trailed their fingers over his smooth pink form. Gwen stroked his chest and pointed out to him how he was beginning to swell there. It was only a bit but, he understood, would continue. Then she kissed his cheek. Chuck kissed the other. Naked, the two of them got into bed. They lay there while Martin had to strip down to only his panties and elastic-top stockings, the two items both in pink. Then they had him get onto the foot of the bed on his knees. Gwen said, "Why don't you use that pretty mouth of yours, Tina, to get me nice and wet so I can take Chuck's big cock?" After he got into position and began to lick her pussy, Chuck's strong hand massaged his neck. Martin lapped away, feeling like he was doing what he was meant to. Chuck said, "She's ready for me. Now you can get me ready for her." His hands was still on Martin's neck and he gently guided him, bringing the sissy husband's face toward his naked crotch. As if mesmerized, Martin focused on the already half-engorged member before him. He brought his lips close to it, took a deep breath, extended his tongue, and began to flick at it. Chuck eased his hold on Martin's neck but the husband didn't stop what he was doing. He grew bolder and began to lap in earnest, then took the head between his lips, and finally got his first feel of what it was like to have a hard cock in his mouth, pressing down on his moving tongue and up against his palate. He closed his eyes and moved his head, back and forth, back and forth, for a timeless time, until at last someone -- he wasn't sure which of them it was -- told him he was done and should go stand in the corner of the room and watch. Martin had to witness his wife being fully pleasured by a superior man. It made him feel even more like a helpless sissy. After nearly an hour they were through. There was a vertiginous sensation and then it was as if he was falling, never to regain the position he had lost. So when his wife crooked her finger and wriggled it at him, he didn't have to be told it was time to lick up Chuck's plentiful spunk from her pussy. And when Chuck gave a playful tug on Martin's ear, he didn't have to have it made clear that he should use his mouth to lave the man's cock and remove the sexual fluids that coated it. Martin began to do what was expected of him and, at some level, realized that it was what he expected of himself as well. All those sensations he had known in the past, the positive ones related to being made feminine and so submissive, were echoed in what swept over him now. He kept Chuck's flaccid organ into his mouth until he had given it a thorough cleaning. When it grew rigid he kept working on it, repeating the moves he had made before the man had had sex with Gwen, and even added a few more. He did it energeticly and, with his wife up on one elbow, watching intently and whispering encouragement, Martin gave his first complete blowjob and was rewarded with a mouthful of hot cum. He felt oddly fulfilled and had to admire Chuck for being able to finish again so soon. After that Chuck moved in and assumed all the husbandly duties. Gwen was a loving and sexually available wife. Martin became Wife #2 in every way he could. He was granted a leave from work and stayed home to do the house chores. He dressed to please his bride... and her lover. Martin found himself -- or found Tina, the persona he identified with more and more -- actively trying to attract Chuck's attention. It worked. The tall capable man would grab him and give him bear hugs that left him weak in the knees, run his hands all over him, and carefully fondle his budding breasts. When Chuck toyed with Tina's nipples she -- that was the correct pronoun by then -- she would squirm happily and make small sounds of pleasure. There was never any question that Tina had the lowest status of any of them. She was subservient to the couple. They used her as a sexual plaything, delivered mild spanking, and began to buy her naughty lingerie. Chuck treated her as if she was all woman, never alluding to her original gender. Tina responded well, getting deeper and deeper into her new life. She loved to kiss the ass of Wife #1 and lick the balls of the undisputed husband. Everyone was happy, though Tina was constantly aware of being shamefully eager to please, willing to pervert herself for their pleasure, and even misbehaving on occasion to earn more attention and harder spankings. Some restrictive clothing was added to her growing wardrobe and sometimes there were 'Slave Nights', when she was treated as property and they acted like cruel owners. She even wondered if Chuck would deflower her bottom. Perhaps longed for it. Through everything all she was happy and knew, without being able to articulate it because she was less interested in using the right words than in honing her seduction techniques, that this was who she was meant to be and how she was intended to live. And they are all living happily together.