A Tale Of Two Sissies
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My wife Chelsea and I were spending a week at Myrtle Beach, which if
you've never been there is crowded, noisy and fun. We had a time-share
condo close to the ocean, and I noticed a couple staying across the
street. I don't know if their place was a time-share or a vacation home,
but there was an expensive car parked under the house (This close to the
beach all the houses are built atop heavy ten-foot pilings and everyone
parks their cars beneath them.) and he always dressed in expensive
clothes until--but I'll get to that later.
This guy was on the short side, kind of skinny, but like I say, he always
dressed well. I didn't really notice his wife except I thought she looked
kind of dumpy, and it got me to wondering: was he a rich man who could
have any kind of woman he wanted, and picked her? Or was she the strong
type who had settled on him for his money?
I found out!
I was at one of those cheap-o beach shops where they sell cut-rate T-
shirts, swimwear etc. when I saw them (Their names were Rob and Rita, I
later learned) and was so intrigued I had to put on my sunglasses indoors
to keep them from seeing me stare. I had only thought of Rita as "dumpy"
but seeing her now, I saw her face was set off by vivid dark hair, pulled
tight in back and arranged in neat bangs across the front. Below this, it
was strong and striking, with a firm chin, prominent cheekbones, a
sensuous mouth and sharp, intelligent eyes. And her figure! Maybe it was
the tight black swimsuit (The right clothes can do a lot for a woman's
figure!) but the woman I had thought of as Dumpy now seemed Amazonian!
Her full breasts, sheathed in low-cut black, looked full, firm, and
literally big as watermelons. Above, her bare shoulders looked broad and
powerful. Below, her tapered waist was hardly slim, but looked muscular,
not fat. Her hips widened below the waist and she turned and flexed two
perfectly round bottom-globes, big as pink basketballs, sheathed, like
her breasts, in black fabric that seemed barely able to contain them.
Her legs were big, firm and muscular, but I barely noticed them as I
couldn't keep my eyes off Rita's full, full curves. She looked at herself
in the mirror, shrugged (which set her curves jiggling again) then
snapped her fingers and Rob came out of the curtained dressing room,
blushing all over. And I'm not surprised! All he had on was a teenie pink
bikini bottom that kept threatening to disappear in the back while the
front squeezed his male parts into a humiliatingly tiny package. And as I
tried to look closer without being obvious, it seemed he had no body
hair!
Back at the beach house I mentioned this to Chelsea. She's a sexy, full-
bodied woman herself, and I tried not to say how much Rita's figure had
turned me on! Chelsea seemed quite amused by the picture. "I kind of
suspected there was something about those two..." she mused. "I wonder
what it's like to make love to a man with no body hair? Skin all smooth
and...."
And so I had to go out and buy some depilatory and that night Chelsea and
I made love--almost! There was a lot of very sensuous foreplay (I found
my smooth skin strangely erotic!) and I made oral love to Chelsea, but
when I entered her to get my own climax, she pushed me off after just a
few strokes!
"Sorry, Sweet,"she sighed, "it just feels too...too Lez, somehow! Let me
try to get used to it for a bit before you get off in me."
"Get used to it?"
"Mmmhmm," she yawned, "gimme a nice back rub to put me to sleep, then
tomorrow morning you can wake me up with your tongue again and we'll
see...."
I spent a restless, frustrated night, but again the next morning I
dutifully woke my wife up with my tongue between her legs (not easy,
since she was sleeping on her tummy!) and then fixed us breakfast. After
that, though I hinted strongly about getting back into bed, Chelsea
insisted on walking down to the beach (about 2 blocks away) for a swim
before the sun got too bad.
Well you can imagine how awkward I felt, walking down to the beach in my
swimming trunks, incredibly horny and trying not o show it, and I
mentioned this to Chelsea, but she just smiled, "You don't make that big
of a bulge, Sweet; I doubt anyone will even notice if you get a raging
hard-on!"
Not very complimentary, but it shut me up and we walked down to the
beach, me almost drooling at the sight of my wife in her tight swimsuit.
And once we got to the beach, there were so many tempting women about I
was glad when Chelsea went in swimming almost immediately and I followed
her! The ocean was warm and not very choppy, perfect for swimming, but
there weren't many people around. Chelsea swam out to where there were
even fewer, and I followed, admiring her legs scissoring in the water.
Then, when we were treading water with no one too close, Chelsea said,
"Hold my suit for me; I want to go skinny-dipping!"
"What?!"
"You heard me," she said, her hands moving under the water, "hold this
and move closer to shore while I swim nude for a bit."
And she handed me her swimsuit!
I watched, cock straining inside my trunks, as she swam gracefully off
with teasing glimpses of her bare butt and full breasts occasionally
peeking above the waves. The image of my wife's bare shoulders and back
as she moved through the water made me almost dizzy with desire, but I
obediently moved back to the chest-deep level where I could easily stand
and hold her clothes.
It was hard to see clearly, but it looked to me like she was swimming
parallel to the beach. I followed along as best I could--and then I saw a
bunch of guys swimming in her direction! I tried to yell, to warn her,
but it was no use: I couldn't be heard that far away above the sound of
the surf. Soon, she was mingling with the delighted guys and--was she
smiling at them? It looked lie they were talking, laughing, darting about
in the water....my wife and three tanned, ripped dudes!
I don't know how long the slap-and-tickle lasted, but finally Chelsea
swam back to me, flushed and out of breath.
"What were you doing with those guys?" I demanded.
"Just having a little fun," she took her swimsuit from my trembling hands
and slipped casually into it under the water. "Don't worry, Sweet: turns
out they're gay! Though they might like to play around with YOU, now that
you're all smooth and hairless like that!"
I wondered: were they really gay? It sure looked like some serious
groping going on out there! And her comment about them liking me like
this set me shivering! But then Chelsea smiled and said,
"Okay, now it's your turn! Gimme your swim trunks!"
"My turn?"
"Mmmhmm. I swam nude for you, now you've got to do it for me! Hand them
over!"
Of course, I protested, but it was no use: A minute later, I was swimming
nervously into the waves while my sexy wife held my clothes!
It was terribly nerve-wracking. I'd use my arms and kick my feet to get
further out, away from everyone, and the rolling waves kept threatening
to reveal my bare bottom! The cold cold water seemed to shrink my male
parts, even as the feel of the current seemed to stroke my soft, smooth
skin. Finally, I judged I'd swum long enough to satisfy Chelsea, and I
headed back.
She was gone!
Shivering, panicky, I looked around the waves for her... then up at the
beach....
There she was, lying regally on a beach chair, getting suntan oil rubbed
all over her by a tall, muscular guy. I started to protest at seeing my
wife so publicly.... well, you know! But as I started to swim in, I
suddenly realized I couldn't--I was naked!
I can't describe how totally helpless, how-how impotent I felt at that
moment, cowering totally nude in the waves, feeling my teeny-peenie
shrinking even more in the cold water, and watching this muscular stud
run his hands all over my wife's ripe bod--unable to do anything but
WATCH!
And then I feel a soft hand on my shoulder.
"Getting chilly?
It was a group of rather soft-featured guys, their bodies as hairless as
mine. I cringed at the soft hand running down my back--even as my little
dickie got stiff! Why was I reacting like this? I'm not gay--I'm NOT!
"Kind of embarrassing, getting stuck out here all naked, hunh?" another
guy asked.
"What happened?" a muscular blonde guy asked, smiling. "Waves take your
trunks?"
"Uh-yeah!" I stammered.
"Well maybe we can help," a slender guy with shaved head said "Boy! You
sure are smooth!" He ran a hand along my gently-kicking leg and I
shivered, even as I felt my shrunken peenie get harder.
"I guess you'd feel pretty silly mincing around up on shore there with
your skin all smooth and you completely naked," a guy with collar-length
dark hair grinned at the thought. "Well maybe we can help you--if you do
something nice for us!"
Minutes later I found myself out of the water (with a brief towel wrapped
around my waist!) on the sun-drenched beach, dutifully rubbing suntan
oil--on a bunch of guys!
It was incredibly uncomfortable for me: my oily hands rubbing up and down
three muscular, hairy bodies, while I was smooth-skinned and still nearly
naked myself. The tiny towel that was my only clothing kept gaping open
and threatening to un-knot itself, and whenever it did I squeaked in
alarm and tried to pull it closed again. Then back to rubbing oil on
hairy chests, thighs....
And just a few yards away, my wife was having her smooth, curvaceous body
stroked and oiled by another man!
It was all so confusing! Especially when I found my little thingie stiff
and quivering, even as I hated doing this! And then the three guys I had
oiled insisted on doing Me! They did my chest, thighs, arms, and then had
me roll over onto my stomach and undid my towel--it seemed their strong
hands were all over my smooth legs, back, and my defenseless bottom!
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, I felt a large shadow loom over
me.
"Thanks for keeping an eye on him, guys," It was Chelsea, glistening with
suntan oil in her form-fitting swimsuit "But we gotta get back to the
cabana." And she held out my skimpy swim trunks!
Maybe she was planning on a game of keep-away, but I didn't give her the
chance! I grabbed the trunks and jumped into them as quickly as I could,
getting sand up my butt while everyone looked on, grinning.
Back at the beach house, I found myself once again lapping Chelsea's hot
puss, but this time we were actually outside on the porch! Like I say,
the house was up on pilings, and there was a rail around the porch, so
probably no one who went by would notice me crouched there between her
plump thighs, kissing feverishly as she pulled back the crotch of her
swim-suit, but it was terribly nerve-wracking for me. And then--
"Wait a minute," she pushed me firmly away and pulled the crotch of her
swimsuit back in place. "What's going on there?"
I scrambled to my feet and looked across the street, trying not to be too
obvious. The neighbors' expensive car had pulled up--and a pick-up truck
with four guys in it! As we watched, Rob and Rita got out of the car
(Rita was driving!) in their swimsuits: Rita's dark, strong-looking and
fully-packed. Rob's wispy and pink. Meanwhile, the guys in T-shirts and
cut-offs piled out of the truck, carrying beer. Three of them went
upstairs with Rita, but the fourth one escorted Rob to the downstairs
shower--
--I should explain here that most of the houses here have a shower under
the raised house to wash off the beach sand before you go upstairs. Some
are just a hose, some open showers--Rob and Rita had a shower that was
shielded by lattice work on three sides and I had sometimes seen Rita in
there, her big body pressed against the lattice, as she showered off...
But now one of the guys pushed Rob roughly inside and turned on the cold
water! As Rob squirmed, the guy reached in and--and then I saw him run
laughing upstairs, carrying Rob's swimsuit! The poor guy was stuck naked
down there while these four studs went upstairs and ....
"And that's all I can take!" Chelsea said suddenly. "No way is that beefy
slut getting FOUR big cocks while I settle for..." she looked down at me
contemptuously, took me by the hand and led me across the street!
"Wait here," Chelsea ordered as we stood at the bottom of the steps. I
couldn't help casting a nervous glance at the pink-skinned guy behind the
lattice shower screen, thinking again,. Poor guy! Stick there naked while
his wife....
And then I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. A muscular guy, young,
blonde. Wearing ragged blue denim cut-offs, a muscle shirt and heavy work
shoes came down and walked up to me.
"Let's have 'em dude," he smiled and tucked a beefy forefinger into the
waistband of my trunks!
"Wh-wha--" I stuttered.
"Y'all heard me," He tugged even harder on the pink waistband. "I said
Shuck 'em!"
"But-but th-that'll leave me n-na-naked!"
"Well the lady upstairs says ain't nobody getting laid till I fetch 'em
up and put y'all in the shower there with that other little pansy," Was
that what Chelsea had called me? "And I pure mean to get it off with her.
So you best jes' peel them trunks off an' hand 'em over here--lessen you
want me to take 'em off ya myself!"
Trembling uncontrollably, I looked him up and down taking in the firm
muscles, his quick motions, and the look of horny determination in his
eye. Then, blushing furiously, I pulled down my trunks, stepped out of
them and meekly handed them over!
"H-Here you are, Sir!" I squeaked.
He grinned even wider, spun me about and slapped my bottom as I scampered
into the not-quite concealment of the latticed shower--with Rob!
I looked at him, my eyes sweeping up and down his nude, hairless form as
I tried to cover my own body with my hands. Packed inside that tiny
shower, we couldn't help bumping into each other--rubbing together--and the
intimate contact with this sissy-male embarrassed me terribly!
I noticed, though, that he wasn't completely nude! His privates had been
packed into some kind of strong, tiny net--like a woman's hair-net, but
much smaller--and squeezed into a humiliatingly tiny package!
At last he spoke. "I'm -uh- I'm Rob..."
"I-I know," It seemed utterly weird to be exchanging small talk--like
this! "We-we've been watching you and-and your wife. That's my wife
Chelsea upstairs now with-uh- with everyone!"
"You've been watching us?" He blushed even deeper.
"That's what gave my wife the idea to-to come over here and---" I hugged
my naked body even tighter, one hand over my privates, an arm across my
chest. "I wonder how long we'll have to stay here.. like this!"
It seemed like hours, an eternity of huddling there, pressed up against
this smooth-skinned cuckold, hearing the sounds of good times overhead.
"You're so lucky," Rob sighed, looking down at my tiny dick--which I
suddenly realized was erect!-- "You have access to your stuff and you can
at least play with yourself when you want!"
Play with myself?! I thought, But I'm a married man! I shouldn't have to-
---
And then I realized just how long since Chelsea had given her body to me.
How horny and frustrated I was growing--and now hiding here naked and
smooth-skinned with another guy!
But not for much longer. We began to hear sounds of movement (besides
creaking bed-springs I mean!) overhead and then Rob's wife Rita came down
the stairs wrapped in a tiny green silk robe that ended just below her
hips and bulged open across her big round boobs.
"Get up here you two!" she smiled pleasantly. "There's work to do!"
"You-you mean come upstairs?" Rob ventured.
"But we're naked!" I was still covering my crotch and chest with my hand
and arms under Rita's amused stare. "Someone will see us!"
She laughed outright at that.
"Chelsea already told me how you showed yourself off to all those nancy-
boys skinny-dipping at the beach," she said, "So you shouldn't mind
bare-assing around in front of straight folks! Now you two better get
your naked butts up here before I have Lyle of Jimmie toss you out on the
street-- like that!"
I cringed in fear at the thought, but Rob was already out ahead of me,
streaking up the stairs as quick as he could. I followed, still trying to
cover myself with my hands, and as I brushed past Rita, she gave my butt
a vigorous "SMACK!"
Upstairs, it was.... Well, it wasn't a drunken orgy (everyone confined
themselves to a couple beers) but it was definitely an orgy--and Rob and I
were the serving girls! Chelsea gleefully made up our faces and styled
our hair, and Rita put us in frilly aprons and high heels. Decked out
like this, Rob and I had to fix dinner, fetch drinks and generally serve
four guys and our wives. It was humiliating simpering about (Lyle
insisted we take short, mincing steps, and speak in soft, feminine
voices!) curtseying, kneeling as we waited for more instructions....
At one point, one of the guys (Tyler, I think) said he'd like to see some
girl-on-girl action. Chelsea and Rita laughed and said they weren't into
that, but Rob and I could show what it was like! Totally humiliated, I
had to embrace Rob, press my tiny (and humiliatingly erect!) package up
to his chastity-bound crotch, and kiss him passionately, feeling our
lipstick mingle as his hands moved across my bare bottom and caressed my
nipples!
This caused considerable delight from our wives and their new boyfriends
and someone suggested that since we seemed to like each other so much---
well, we ended up both squeezed together in one of Rita's oversize
aprons! With our hips pressed together, my right arm around Rob's waist
and his left around mine, the bib portion half-covering our smooth
chests, we were forced to mince about like a three-legged race or
something!
*#
By the end of the weekend, my three-piece set was bound in a chastity net
like Rob's and our wives had been thoroughly satisfied by four man-sized
cocks--and our two dainty, lipsticked mouths! Rita and Chlesea had
exchanged contact information, promising to get together soon and often
(it turns out we live in the same city!) And when we finally packed to
leave our "vacation" Chelsea told me, "Don't pack YOUR things, sweetie--I
have a feeling you won't be needing many clothes from now on: At least
not male clothes!"
thEnd!
Mila
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