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CHASTE NANCY-BOY HUSBAND 4 by Throne
This was what I had been dreading for the past two weeks. I knew my
desirable Asian-American wife Miki had been going out clubbing with her
cousin Lia, and Lia's tall broadshouldered boyfriend. My bride had liked
Lia's idea of getting a lover for herself and no longer depending solely
on me licking her pussy to keep her flaming libido under control. She
would come home late, her long, glossy black hair slightly mussed, her
make-up retouched and made new, but still detectable as having needed
repair. And the reason her hair and cosmetics were not as they had been
when she left the house, I understood, was because she had been with some
man, letting him touch her, buy her drinks, kiss her and maybe do even
more. Some stranger was probably putting his tongue into her mouth,
while all I got to do with mine, despite being her husband, was to use it
on her pussy. And then it happened. She came home, looking more mussed
than usual, and gave me the news I didn't want to hear.
"I found him," she said with a taunting smile. "A strong man with a
monster cock. I am going to be so happy now, nancy-boy."
I stood there numbly, wearing only a too-tight corset, a posture collar
that tilted my chin up at an unnatural angle, and towering high heels
that forced me to take tiny mincing steps, especially because I couldn't
look down to see where I was walking, not with my head held that way.
She put a hand into the back of my hair, which had grown to collar length
by then, pulled me forward and pressed her open mouth to my lips. I was
so startled that I opened my own mouth and felt her tongue invade it. We
hadn't kissed for over a year. Her passion made my cock try to harden,
but it was trapped in a tight chastity cage and could only strain against
its confines, causing me more of the discomfort that was my constant
companion. Despite not having kissed for so long, I knew that something
was wrong. Something was different. It was the way she tasted.
Mika broke off with a wet sucking sound, licked her lips, and said with
sadistic glee, "I gave him a terrific blowjob. Acted like a slut for
him. And his cock really is a killer. Nearly choked me. But I took it
all. At the end, thought, I just sucked the head and stroked the shaft.
Up and down. It was so long. And I couldn't get my fingers all the way
around it. When he shot it was like an explosion in a dairy plant, so
much cream. And now..." Her tongue came out to lick all over my
revulsed lips. "... you've tasted it too." She laughed softly, bit her
lower lip like a naughty girl, and swayed ever so slightly, a bit drunk.
"It was magnificent. I can't wait to get plowed by him. But right now
I'm so horny I'm going to go cross-eyed. So lets hit the sheets and you
can lick my pussy through a few orgasms." She fingered my uncovered
nipples, making me inhale an abrupt, deep breath. "And maybe even one
for you.
She pursed her lips thoughtfully and went on, "Oh no, that's right. No
O's for my nancy-boy. No cums for my chastity slave. Hee, hee, hee.
None of that for you. Only for me. And if my new man -- oh, his name is
Trent -- if he's as good in the sack as I think he'll be..." She paused
for effect before concluding, "... I might NEVER let your poor cock free
again."
My wife took me by the ear, as if I was a misbehaving student, and
marched me -- struggling to keep up on my heels -- to the bedroom. She
had me undress her slowly, while she moved her body sinuosly and hummed a
vague tune, as if she were a stripper who was removing the clothes
herself. It got me further aroused, she played with my nipples some
more, bit my ears playfully but rather hard, and rubbed herself up
against me after she was naked. I tottered a few steps to get out of her
way while she eased onto the mattress and lay back with her legs spread
lewdly wide. It was uncomfortable for me to get between those shapely
underpinnings, because of the corset, and difficult to put my face where
it need to be, because of the collar.
"Let's have it, licky-licky boy. Nancy-nancy-boy. Chastity slave of
mine." She giggled intoxicatedly. "Get that grade-A tongue on my pussy
and feel how wet it is because I'm remembering that slutty BJ I gave
Trent. And wish me luck getting him into bed. Not that I'm going to
need it. I think he's attracted to short Asian girls like me. Little
geishas." She snickered. "But then, so were you. I got you soooo
heated up, right from the first time you dared to hold my hand. And
through the beginning of our marriage. But than I discovered your wicked
secret, that you had a fantasy of being put into chastity. And I made
your dream come true. Except that then you had to make my dream a
reality, too, and mine was to transform you into my nancy-boy, which I'm
almost done doing."
She raised her upper body, reached down and grabbed my hair to drag my
mouth against her parted pussy lips which were, as she had said, wet. I
lapped her up and down, inside and out, and attentively sucked her
clitoris. Even after all she had done to me, I lusted after her body,
and desired to win her heart, impossible though that was. She pressed
her thighs against the sides of my head and gave a squeeze, her signal
for me to not rush. I decelerated the action of my busy tongue, used my
lips to deliver a few soft kisses for variety, and contined, determined
to give her the most pleasure I could, even though I knew she would not
reciprocate. The best I could expect was plenty of erotic teasing, which
would feel wonderful but, at the same time, hurt my trapped member and
unemptied balls. A half hour later, post-mulitple-orgasms -- she drifted
into restful sleep. It was deeply shameful to have been cuckolded, made
to serve her like a sex slave, and all the while be in that oh-so-
feminine corset.
Two nights later she had a date with Trent. Mika had made me wear a
plain slip and ordinary bedroom slippers. She had me pull my hair up,
pin it there, and attach a big floppy yellow bow on top. I resembled a
girl going to a sleepover. Maybe she wanted me to appear unsexy, in
contrast to the look she was striving for. I helped her get into a very
short dress of electric blue, with a low neckline that showed off her
modest but eye-catching cleavage, and a high hem to displayed her
attractive legs. She had on silky stockings and a few small pieces of
jewelry. Her shoes were stylish but with low heels, to make Trent seem
extra tall, to signal to him that she was ready and willing to submit.
She told me confidentially that the panties I had slid up onto her
slender hips, extremely sexy panties, as my sore balls could attest, were
also ones that she wouldn't mind having ripped off her.
"They look hot, but they were cheap. My cousin Lia calls them 'rough-
sex-panties'. You almost hope the guy will tear them off you. It shows
how much he wants your body. Tell me that you want it to happen, nancy-
boy. Tell me," she breathed the word against my lips without actually
touching me.
I inhaled her breath gratefully, dizzy with mixed emotions, happy that
she was getting what she wanted, me putting her needs before my own, but
terrified of losing what limited contact I had with her when she fell
into the powerful arms of a superior man, especially because I was always
kept so girlish at home.
With an effort I choked out the words, "I hope your date goes perfectly,
dearest. That he gives you hard satisfying sex like I never could. That
he makes you feel like a total woman, well used and very appreciated. I
hope you get exactly what you're craving, darling."
She smiled and patted my head alongside that embarrassing bow. "That's
my good little nancy-girl. I believe you. And that means you're one
step closer to becoming a total nancy. Won't that be nice? You'll live
for the taste of my pussy. Even more than you do now. And suffer
whenever I'm with Trent, feel pangs of jealousy, but also be ecstatic for
me and all the marvelous sex I'm having. We'll get you there, nancy-boy
of mine. Soon."
Mika got picked up by Trent a half hour later. She had applied more
make-up than usual, explaining that she also wanted to send the message
of her availability by creating a touch of trampiness. Not that she
needed too much, she noted, after the head she had given him before. I
peeked out from behind the curtains and saw his car, racy and expensive
looking. He got out to open her door and towered over her. I hugged
myself, sort of like a sister worrying about her sibling who was going to
the prom or something like that. I decided to try to relax so that I
could be at my best when my wife returned, most likely after being
willingly ravished by her testosterone-driven companion.
Despite my resolve, I fretted the whole time. I hand-washed several
pairs of my bride's panties. She encourged me to sniff them and kiss
them before they went into the plastic tub of warm (but not hot) water
and mild detergent. I didn't have to be reminded to adore those
lightweight bits of lingerie, the entire time thinking about what Miki
was almost certainly doing with Trent. But it was what she wanted and
therefore, in a strange way, what I wanted.
He brought her back after midnight. Again I peered out at them. They
sat in the front seat of the car and kissed like oversexed teenagers. I
was sure he was pawing her. Then he walked her to the front door and I
retreated. I listened and heard her invite him in but he politely
declined, saying that he had to check on something at one of the
apartment courts he owned. Oh great, he had lots of money, too. There
were a few more kisses and then she came inside. I heard his car start
up, the engine roar, and he drove off.
Miki had a blissful, almost silly look on her sweet face. She reached
into her clutch purse and took out her balled-up panties and shook them
out, so I could see that they had been torn.
"It was incredible," she assured me. "Everything I hoped for and more.
The man is a sexual dynamo. But here's what's funny, nancy-girl. You
must have spoiled me with all of your licking over the months. Because
now, even after two deep solid orgasms, I still want more. Not the kind
of wild ones I had with Trent, but that soft soothing way you have of
building me up and putting me over the top." She chuckled. "So I guess
you're still in the game."
She snapped her fingers and waved for me to follow her, which I did
silently, padding along in those bland slippers, the slip brushing
against my smooth legs, my eyes on her swaying bottom, my fingers
tingling from the knowledge that I was allowed to touch that perfect
posterior while I lapped her pussy.
"One other thing," she said lazily. "I didn't clean up after Trent
pumped me full of his spunk. And there was plenty of it. Got on the
insides of my thighs and ran down into the crack of my ass. So your job,
besides getting me off another time or two, is to clean it all up. All
that thick, salty, manly sperm."
I assisted her to get undressed and, when she was completely naked, Miki
got on the bed on her back and stretched like a cat. She threw her legs
apart, heedless of how it might appear to me, letting me see that her
nether lips were smeared with still drying spunk. Attracted to even the
limited sexual contact I was allowed with her, but repulsed by the act of
having to put my mouth where another man's cock had so recently been,
being expected to slurp up and swallow the seed he had spilled, I got
into my familiar position. My hands went slowly under her attractive
buttocks as I slid forward, bringing my nose within inches of her well
used womanhood. I poked out my tongue and got my first sample of Trent's
jizz. I didn't like it but I started licking.
Miki sighed and said, "It's so funny. You wanted chastity and I gave it
to you. More than you wished for but, hey, that's the way it goes.
Right, chastity boy?" Between licks I told her 'yes'. "And I had this
vision of turning you into a nancy-boy, which has worked out really well.
Almost as much as I hoped for. Just a few more loose ends to tie up."
She chuckled at what I guessed was a private thought about what one of
those things was. "And now it's who you are, isn't it, Nancy?" Dipping
down to tongue up some of the cream that had gotten between her ass
cheeks, I was able to agree with another 'yes', this time remembering to
address her as 'sugar'. "But I can't help thinking that we still have a
long way to go, maybe to a higher level of nancy-ness, especially with
Trent in the mix now. And Lia and her chastity slave available for
playtimes."
She gasped and told me, "Right there. Give Miss Clitty some love. Don't
stop."
After she had a hip-jolting, mewling orgasm, which I licked her through
with practiced technique, she settled back and told me not to stop.
Already, I knew, I was building her toward at least one more. I could
feel the bow on top of my head swaying.
"Yeah," she said breathily, "there's more ahead for you, Nancy. I don't
know exactly what. But for right now let's concentrate on getting me off
the launching pad one more time. We'll think about later... later."
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recently posted story A MEETING OF MAIDS by DavinaMcG. You might want to
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(Thanks to everyone who left reviews for the previous three installments
of this story. I did set up a potential sissy meeting by having the
female cousins each controlling their own nancy-boy. Could have added a
chapter about that, but wanted to wrap the story up. I have started
something new to make up for that lost opportunity and hope to post it
soon.)
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