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"Josie, darling, come in here please," my wife Margie said.
Her tone was all sweetness but I was certain I wasn't going to like what
happened next. I put down my dustrag and minced out of the room,
tugging down the bib-front apron I was wearing, feeling it's big bow
brushing against my bare bottom. My elastic-top stockings clung to my
slim legs. The tall heels she had made me don assured that my walk was
swishy and my steps short. I like the idea of being feminized, and my
wife went along with that desire once she got me to confess it, but
since then matters have gotten rather... extreme.
As I entered the living room I got an awful shock. She was sitting on
the couch in one of her tight mini-dresses, legs crossed, a glass of
wine in her hand. Right next to her, with his big mitt holding a can of
beer, was her lover Max. I had thought he was out of town for a few
days and that I was going to get a break from the unwanted attention he
paid me.
"Hello, Josie," the big man said in his typical snide way. "How's my
girlfriend's sissy husband doing?"
I did a little dip of a curtsey and said, in a small scared voice, "I'm
doing well, Sir. Thank you for asking."
"And you're looking good, too. So slender and with not a single hair
anywhere on your body. At least I think there's not even one. Why
don't you give me a better look? Turn around so I can see that cute
ass."
My face grew warm and I knew I was blushing, as I do so often around
him. I turned slowly, took the bow of my apron between my fingers, and
lifted it to give him a clearer view. No wonder Margie hadn't let me
put on panties. She must have known he was coming -- had gotten done
whatever work he had to do out of town, earlier than expected -- and
wanted my shame to be as extreme as possible. Probably made sure to be
quiet while he slipped into the house. It doesn't help me that my
attractive bride gets a thrill from seeing me humiliated. Or that when
she feels that way it makes her hungry for sex. With a tall strong man.
Like Max.
He got up and stepped closer to me, reached out and patted my bottom.
As much as I cherish playing 'dress-up', I don't appreciate being
fondled by guys. Max knows that and makes a point to touch me often.
He thinks it's amusing and, unless I'm mistaken, gets at least a little
kick out of it. When his fingers moved away from my exposed buttocks I
was relieved, but then he surprised me by grabbing my upper arm, his
long thick fingers pressing into its softness, and spinning me around to
face him. I yelped and looked up at him. My eyes must were wide and my
lipsticked mouth was open in what I'm sure was a startled 'O'.
He looked back at Margie and wanted to know, "Has our sissy been good
today? Or does her bottom need a good hard spanking from a real man?
Hmmm?"
"Well," my wife said thoughtfully. "She did do all of her chores. But
she was kind of slow. Why don't we see how well she behaves for the
next little while before I decide whether or not she needs her cheeks
tanned?"
"Sure, baby," he said with a wolfish grin, still holding my arm tightly.
"I don't mind waiting. And I'm sure she doesn't either. Do you, Josie
JoJo?"
"N... n... no, S... Sir." I hate it when he gets me so upset that I
stutter like that. But he loves to dominate me and, like I said, my
wife gets aroused by every aspect of my disgrace.
Max gave my arm a final squeeze and let me go. He laughed as he went
back to Margie and sat alongside her once more. He leaned close and
gave her a long deep kiss. She put one hand on his muscular thigh and
stroked it through his tight jeans, moving closer and closer to his
crotch. I could see the familiar bulge growing there and knew they were
going to subject me to further insults; he was going to take her to the
bedroom and have his way with her. She would be a willing and
enthusiastic partner. And what would my role be in their lovemaking?
Simply observer? Or in some way participant?
He took a swallow of his beer and gave my spouse another kiss, to which
she responded with passion. Max set down his drink on the end table and
brought his hand in close to settle it on her plump breast, which I
could see was not contained by a bra. He kneaded the yeilding flesh and
she closed her eyes and moaned, squirming her wide hips and rubbing her
partly exposed thighs together. I stood there feeling as helpless as
could be, a weak sissy cuckold.
After another five minutes of increasingly heated foreplay, they both
rose at the same time, as if cued by some silent signal, and started
toward the bedroom. I followed meekly, not sure that they wanted me to,
but fearful of hanging back and risking their anger. I ran my fingers
over the sides of my smooth face, being reminded that laser treatments
had eliminated the sparse beard I once possessed and had also assured
that it could never return. I tugged up on the shoulder straps of my
apron, then pulled down on its hem with nervous energy.
In the bedroom Max sat on the edge of the mattress and snapped at me,
"Get over here, Jo. Down on your knees. I want you to..." I shuddered
to think what he might be going to say, but he simply finished with,
"... take off my shoes."
I sank down before him and with trembling fingers untied his laces. As
I eased off one shoe my wife sat next to him and they kissed again. It
was so shameful to be treated like the lowliest of servants by them
while Margie enjoyed the attentions of her virile lover. He unzipped
her dress in the back and she slid it down over her shoulders, stopping
for one teasing moment and then lowering it to reveal her full and
shapely breasts. In spite of myself, I sighed. My wife has such a
gorgeous figure, with the extra helping of weight that I find so
attractive. She's quite a contrast to my slim form.
Max snapped his fingers in my face and I realized that I had become
distracted from my task. I hurried to remove his other shoe and set
them both neatly aside. My wife wanted to know if I had left my
dustcloth in the other room and, when I said that I had, she told me to
scamper off and fetch it, so I could buff his shoes... 'while he takes
me in the buff'. He laughed at her silly wordplay as I got up and left
the room, aware that they had a perfect view of my wagging hips.
When I returned they had undressed each other completely. I humbly got
down and took one of his shoes, slipping my small hand into its spacious
interior and using my other hand to hold the rag as I began to rub the
leather. They were chuckling, kissing, and touching, less aware of my
presence as they began to concentrate on each other. I saw him lay back
and her kneel over him with her head at the level of his crotch. Max's
enviably large penis was standing up. I mentally compared it to my own
inadequate endowment and conceeded that I was looking at another reason
for my wife's infidelity.
Margie lowered her mouth and took his rigid tool into it, inch after
wide inch, until it was buried in her throat. She was probably aware
that I couldn't take my eyes off her performance, as she rode her lips
up and down, purring contentedly and occasionally making wet sounds. My
poor sissy stomach turned over, I was so distressed. He held her head
lightly, his fingers in her thick auburn hair, which she wore quite
short. Sometimes I thought that she didn't let it grow because she
wanted me to be able to always see how her eyes closed in ecstasy and
how her lips worked hungrily at moments like that.
When she stopped her lewd sucking he shifted position, easily put her
onto her back, and mounted her. As I continued to buff his shoes I saw
his member sink into her and begin pistoning in and out. She breathed
deeply and thrust back at him. They kept it up effortlessly, relishing
every second, for a full half hour before they finished at the same
time. I bit my lower lip and clutched Max's shoe to my narrow chest,
inhaling the scent of leather.
"Josie," my wife said, her voice thick with satiation. "Get a pair of
your panties from the dresser."
I did as told, selecting bikini-cut ones. I figured that if I picked
anything less girly, I might get into trouble. She held out her hand
and I gave them to her, whereupon she used them to wipe up the thick
salty load of spunk he had pumped into her body. Margie made sure to
get lots and lots of his cum on the inside of the crotch of the panties
and also some on the inside of the seat. Then she offered them back to
me and I accepted them reluctantly, my hand quivering.
"Take a sniff of all that man-syrup," she said with a smile. "Isn't it
intoxicating?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Why don't you put them on? You can pretend that Max just had his
magnificent cock in you and that all that wonderful cream is oozing out
of the pussy you wish you had, and from your tight butthole." When I
didn't react she added, "Unless you're ready for that spanking that was
mentioned earlier. No? Then lift up the front of your cute apron... go
on... and pull them up your smooth legs."
I blushed furiously as I raised the covering of the apron to expose
something I didn't want Max to see. There was a little pink bow
decorating my unimpressive dick, attached right at the top of the short
length, held there by a small loop of elastic. I sniffled as I bared
that added shame. He laughed uproariously. Lifting one foot, I slipped
it through the leghole of the lightweight article of lingerie, then
stepped in with the other. I bent down and worked the soiled garment up
until Max's gooey cum was against my genitals. As I worked the panties
more fully into place I felt the mess in their seat press against my
narrow but full-enough-to-be-unmanly backside. It was supremely
humiliating.
Margie snickered and Max guffawed. I stood there with my thighs pressed
together, hugging myself, knowing that I was a perfect picture of
disgrace, but unable to assume a less demeaned pose. As if
congratulating each other for the inventive indignity they had inflicted
on me, they shared a long unhurred kiss. Max's cum was cooling
gradually, which made it feel even worse somehow. I had to fight not to
sniffle louder and maybe even start sobbing.
"All right, sissy Josie," my wife said. "We're going to get some much-
needed sleep. All that sex was hard work. You can get back to your
housework. Take a fresh dustcloth from your supplies and start again
where you left off. I think the only other job on your list is
handwashing my panties. Remember to lick and suck the crotches before
you put them into the hot water, so that you'll be sure to get out all
those pussy stains that I leave there while I'm dreaming about Max."
She giggled at her remark.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said softly.
"Yeah," Max threw in, "and clean the bathroom in case I have to get up
in the middle of the night to take a leak."
"Good idea," Margie said approvingly. "In fact, take your fuzzy pink
dog bed into the potty and curl up on it. You can sleep in the bathroom
in case we need you to do any extra work in there. Scrubbing out the
toilet or whatever."
So shamed that I couldn't even make eye contact with either of them, I
replied, "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am." It was always a good idea to
thank her, even if it wasn't for anything specific. "Um... good night."
"It has been so far," she said, and rolled toward Max to give him a warm
hug and a hot kiss.
*********
The next morning, on the oval of my doggie bed, I was awakened by the
sound of the toilet flushing. I looked up to see my stunning wife,
stark naked, smirking down at me. She said she was going to get a
shower and that I should go to the kitchen and wait for her and Max
there. When I entered the kitchen he was already present, in just
boxers and sleeveless undershirt, a mug of fragrant coffee in his large
hand. I wasn't permitted to drink coffee because Margie said it made me
'agitated'. I humbly stood in the corner while he took a long enviable
swallow and sighed loudly, for my benefit I assumed.
My wife appeared soon, wearing a very short robe, and tossed me a filmy
nightie with a big flouncy bow at its neck, telling me to change into it
without removing those unwanted panties. I did, not liking that they
got to see me remove the apron, and liking even less that my new attire
was nearly transparant. I had to strike a few girly poses for their
entertainment.
That was when Max said, "I've come to a decision on that spanking
matter. Sissy Josie might not have done anything wrong yesterday or
last night, but she should get her ass smacked anyway, just to make sure
that she doesn't get lazy."
"That's a good idea," Margie said as she got herself some coffee. "It's
so nice of you to think about her welfare like that, lover. I'm sure
she'll thank you. And request that you make it an extra long and hard
spanking, so she won't forget it and then slack off."
I squirmed uneasily. They were being so unfair. But that was part of
their technique for keeping me a humbled anxious sissy.
Wringing my hands, I said in a wispy voice, "Thank you, Sir. You're so
thoughtful and caring. I hope you'll make my spanking... er... not
quick and... uh... not gentle."
"Are you sure, sissy? Do you really want me to hurt you?"
"Oh, yes Sir," I forced myself to tell him. "Otherwise it won't be
effecitve."
"I suppose you're right." He slid his chair out from the table. "Come
here, lower those panties, and get over my lap.'
"Y... y... yes, S... Sir." I was stammering again, another sign of
weakness. But as a sissy, I was ALWAYS weak, though moreso in the
presence of raw masculinity, which he possessed in excess.
I tugged down the panties in back, feeling dried cum pull away from my
silky buttocks. Then I pulled them down in front, once more having to
reveal the awful bow on my underdeveloped penis. It felt like my feet
were stuck to the floor, I was so reluctant to go to him, but resisting
would only earn me worse punishment. So I obediently put myself across
his hairy muscular thighs (so unlike my own) and stayed there, reaching
down to grip the legs of the chair. In no hurry, he allowed me to
suffer anticipation of what was to come while he took a long, noisy sip
of coffee.
"Remember," my wife said unecessarily, "Josie Jo asked you to make it
last a long time and hurt like the blazes." She laughed breathily.
There seemed to be a lull and I let myself relax. Big mistake, because
of course that was exactly when Max swept up his broad hand and brought
it down hard on my unprotected buns. He swatted them repeatedly, while
Margie looked on avidly, and I wailed and -- despite trying to stay
still -- kicked my stockinged legs, even sending one of my heels flying.
I squealed and moaned and shed plenty of hot tears, my nose running and
mouth opening and shutting uncontrollably. He kept it up until my
sitter was on fire -- I mean three alarm fire -- and I was exhausted.
When he finally stopped I went limp, panting and trying to stem my
tears.
Max got up, at the same time getting a hold on me and standing me up.
My legs were quaking and I might have collapsed without his support. He
said the he had gotten some of last night's cum off my bottom and onto
his hand. Then he held it out to me and told me to lick it clean. I
docilely extended my tongue and, with Margie grinning at my
submissiveness, lapped the palm of his hand for several minutes, tasting
his spunk, my stomach fluttering. He said there was also some on the
fronts of his thighs, from me laying over them, and made me use my mouth
there, too. I was so frightened, as I squatted down and cleaned him
with my mouth there, that ijt might lead to something even worse. At
last he was satisfied and bent forward, slipped his hands under my arms
to yank me to my feet. Max effortlessly turned me toward Margie and
made me take several steps.
She said, "I think our little girl needs some alone time, to think about
the differnce between behaving and making trouble."
I hadn't misbehaved. I wanted to tell her that. But I was in no
condition to even speak, let alone make a coherant arguement. Again,
they were being unfair just because they could. It was yet another way
of telling me how helpless I was with them. Max moved me even closer to
my bride and she grabbed my ear to give it a twist.
"Come on, sissy baby. Let's put you to bed for a long nap. While we do
grown-up things."
Still holding my ear, making me wince, she led me through the house to
the former walk-in closet that was now my 'bedroom'. Almost the entire
space was taken up by a pink-and-white canopied bed, covered by a
matching spread with a ruffled border. She gave my fanny an extra swat,
making me yelp, and told me to pull back the covers. I also had to
fluff up my pillow. And even pick one of the stuffed animals she had
bought me to heighten my sense of sissiness. I selected the pink
unicorn with a rainbow tail. As I slid beneath the spread I clutched
the silly toy to my chest, against that silky nightie. At least I had
stopped crying by then.
She patted me on the head and said, "Now you have a nice rest, Josie. I
know how that wildman Max can be in the mornings, and he'll probably
want more of that nasty, dirty sex, the kind that makes me lose control
and howl like an alleycat." She smiled, more at the though of what she
was about to experience, than to comfort me. "So close your eyes and be
nice and quiet."
"I will," I assured her, barely audible.
"That's my good sissy baby Jo," she leaned down to deliver a light kiss
to my warm cheek. "You know I really care about you. And I'm just
giving you what you honestly desire. And what you and I both enjoy.
And what gives Max an extra thrill. Right?"
"I know you care," I answered. "I'm just not sure how much I like some
of the things that happen to me. And what else might... follow later."
"Aw, sweetums, you just have to relax and trust me. I know what, in
your heart, you honestly want. Right from the start I was sure that
dressing up pretty wasn't the end, but just the beginning. Eventually,
even if it takes a long time, I'll make you over completely. Some day,
Josie, you'll be my complete sissy cuckold."
I still wanted to disagree, at least a little, but I also suspected that
maybe -- just maybe -- she was right, and however far she took me, in
the end I would come to accept -- and even desire -- it all.
*********
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