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Cuckold Sissy Quickies by Throne "Please," I begged in my feeble sissy voice. "I know it was my fantasy to be dressed outdoors, but now I'm not so sure." "Really, Petunia," my wife April chided, "don't get yourself all in a twitter. We're so far out in the woods. Hush. I'm going to pull into that spot right there. It's sort of like a natural parking area." "I... guess so." "That's more like it. Don't be a baby. I mean, unless I put you into diapers." She chuckled as she rolled the car into a clear area and braked. A moment later she was out and strolling around, taking deep breaths of the mild pine scented air. When I didn't follow her, she came around to my side of the car and opened the door. "Let's go, my shy little flower. Lose that overcoat and get in touch with nature." I stepped out, my bare foot on a carpet of pine needles. As I slipped off the long garment I shuddered nervously. Still, she was right about how remote this place was. And it had been my dream scenario to have her take me somewhere like this while I was looking female. As I stepped away from our vehicle she retrieved her copious shoulder bag from the back seat. I tried to relax while she finished turning me feminine. April makes me keep my head shaved to match my body, which is permanently hairless thanks to laser treatments. Now she placed a shorthaired blond wig on me, one with bangs. Using some essentials from her travel makeup kit, she did a quick job on my eyes and lips. At the end she added some blush on my cheeks. Then she fussed with what I was wearing. I had on a short transparent nighty with no panties. My penis was in its cock cage, as per usual. Over it was a triangle of faux hair that could pass, from a slight distance, as a woman's pubic growth. And that was all. She patted my bum and told me to stroll around like a wood nymph. I started out slowly, flitting from tree to tree, trying to stay somewhat hidden, even though she was the only other person there. Gradually I gained confidence and went further. In my mind I was imagining hikers appearing, so that I would have to scamper away. Or maybe a pair of young lovers enjoying themselves nearby, so that I would have to cower in the bushes while overhearing them. I was getting into the right mood. It was all so exciting. "Pet," my bride said, using the shortened form of my girl name, "go over to where the undergrowth is really dense." She took out her phone. "I'll be right with you. Just want to check and see if I have any new messages." While she fussed with her phone I went cautiously to where she had indicated. The ground was soft. Besides the pine needles there were patches of moss and sandy areas. Some of the plant life wasn't so forgiving. As I entered the thicket I had to step gingerly between the bushes. It was sort of like wending my way through a maze. April put her phone away and said she wanted to get a blanket from the car. I went deeper into the underbrush, just like in one of my imaginary sequences. Back where she was, my wife spread out the blanket and put a bottle of wine, along with a small zipper case that held two glasses, on the edge of it. That was when I heard another vehicle approaching. I froze. Then I assured myself that it was just someone who would drive past our spot. The odds of anyone stopping right where we had were miniscule. Even so, whoever it was might glimpse me from the road. I crouched down into a deep squat, penned in by prickly plants. To my startled dismay, an SUV appeared and then slowed down. The driver was probably just surprised to see anyone else way out here. But then it turned off and parked alongside our car. This couldn't be happening. The driver-side door opened and a tall man stepped out. He had on a T- shirt that left his well developed arms bare, and a pair of fitted jeans with faded areas on their legs. He looked at my attractive wife and waved. "Hello there. Are you all right?" "I'm fine," she said cheerily. "Just communing with nature." "Oh, good. If we're very quiet we'll probably hear a woodpecker or two." They both stood quite still. I didn't detect the distinctive tapping of those birds, but I was afraid that he might notice any rustling I made. In my unnatural posture my legs were already protesting. Standing up wasn't an option. I was too frightened to risk sinking down the rest of the way. And then the anticipated repetitious noise broke the stillness. "See?" he said. "I didn't lie. There's our woodpecker." He smiled and announced, "My name's Bob." "I'm April," she responded, sounding very natural. I supposed she didn't want to give any clue that I was so nearby. Maybe she was just trying to finish convincing him when she said, "I was just about to have a glass of wine." "Red or white?" he inquired. "Rose, actually. Would you like to join me?" She held up the bag. "My carrier holds two glasses." I peered through my concealing screen of greenery. They couldn't spy me but I had a fairly clean view of them. He went over to her blanket and offered his hand. They shook but then didn't let go for several extra seconds. He picked up the bottle and she unzipped the bag to take out the corkscrew and pass it to him. He easily removed the cork, with less effort than it would have cost me. She held out the two glasses. He lightly gripped April's wrist to steady her hand as he filled one for her. My cock tingled. Then he took the second glass and filled it for himself. "A toast," he said, raising his glass. She elevated hers and said, "To nature." He said, "To doing what nature intends." There was a clink of glasses and they each took a sip. She sat and gestured for him to do the same. When they were both comfortable on the blanket a conversation started. My legs were aching and my lower back was beginning to join them. I finally chanced getting down on hands and knees. It worked, but I took up more space and had low branches poking my bottom. The nighty had pulled up and didn't cover me down there. As I watched, they drained their glasses and Bob refilled them both. April said something and they linked their occupied arms, to take their next drink that way. It drew them physically closer and they didn't separate. I was startled when they both leaned in for a chaste kiss. Then their glasses were set aside and they shared a more passionate kiss. What was happening? I couldn't do anything. Not the way I looked. Almost naked, with cosmetics on my face, wearing that merkin between my legs. I trembled and put my fingers over my mouth. My penis was responding more insistently. The tight chastity device prevented it from getting hard. I writhed with frustration and discomfort. The nighty caressed my smooth skin. I licked my lips. This wasn't how I should be reacting. I told myself it was because my wife had playfully been denying me intercourse, only letting me serve her with my mouth. And because the scene I was viewing was undeniably erotic, as she unbuttoned her blouse and revealed that her small but shapely breasts were not confined by a bra. Bob appreciatively stroked the hollow of her neck and they kissed again. He gingerly touched her breast and she didn't resist. When she unfastened his pants I nearly stopped breathing. My sense of helplessness was overwhelming. It made my head spin. They adjusted their postures so she could get his jeans down. From the road they were hidden by the car and SUV. Bob stood and she lowered his shorts. He had a larger than average penis and, as my wife coaxed it to full erection with her hands, I saw that it was even more above average than I had at first thought. I couldn't keep from comparing him to myself. He had an advantage of several inches. More importantly, my dick was under lock and key. And just to make me feel worse, the key was at home. Hidden by my wife. April put her hands on Bob's bared hips and brought her mouth to his rampant tool. She lavished attention on it with her lips and tongue, then engulfed the head. My balls were pulled up tight. His balls were being massaged by my bride. She had never used her mouth on me, even after my sex life had been reduced to a strict diet of eating pussy. And that had gone on for nearly a month now. I heard myself sniffle and tried to be quieter. She continued to perform like a high-priced hooker. All at once she sat and rolled onto her back, yanking off her shoes and tearing at her slacks like they were on fire. Bob knelt between her stretched out legs and gently removed her panties, setting them on the edge of the blanket. He laid on her but with his impressive cock flat against her tummy. They kissed tenderly, hands exploring each other. I've never had the staying power, the self control, for that much foreplay. With them it seemed they could continue endlessly. But soon they were seized by urgent needs. She spread her legs further and he backed up and raised his hips, getting his stiff cock lined up with her waiting womanhood. Unconsciously, I stroked the material of the nightie against my now firm nipples. It was difficult not to moan. She mewled and muttered. Soon it turned into words. "Oh, Bob," my wife panted. "It was never like this with my husband. You're filling me so completely. And going on so long. Plus there's just something... different. I guess it's your confidence." She gasped. "Please make me finish." He grinned down at her. "My pleasure. In a few minutes. And I'm sure there's something good about your husband." She was breathing hard. "Yes. He uses his mouth. Eats me. That's what he's good for." He laughed. "Well, now you've got the best of both worlds. Him for that. And me for THIS." With that final word he accelerated, still in full control of himself, and launched her into a loud animated orgasm. He slowed down while she descended from the heights of ecstasy. Then he increased speed again. April met his strokes with thrusts of her hips. I was whimpering, losing control, rubbing my nipples wildly, desperate for relief I couldn't have. At last Bob triggered a second climax for my wife, at the same moment letting himself finish. They clung to each other through a violent double finale. Afterwards they held each other until their respiration slowed. "That was incredible," my wife told him. "Amazing." "Well, maybe I'd better put my number into your phone. After all, we wouldn't want you to be limited to just your husband's mouth for all your fun. I'm sure he's good, as far as his specialty, but you need a real man for the real thing." They had the rest of the wine and whispered to each other while I stayed in my hiding place, balls aching. Eventually Bob got up and put his clothes in order. There were a few more kisses and he made sure she was comfortable and not bothered by his departure. Then he was gone. I stood uncertainly and wended my way through the bushes. My pink hairless skin was scratched in several places. I went to April and sank down next to her. "Are you all right?" I wanted to know. "I'm fine. What a pleasant surprise that was. Are you okay? After huddling in the shrubbery, in your sexy sleepwear, with your delicate skin exposed, while I got properly taken care of by that super stud?" "I... I'm fine." "Cock lock not too tight?" "It was... snug." "Well, I did pick the smallest one for you." She snickered. "I assume you could see us. And hear all that talk about what a good little pussy boy you are." "Yes," I admitted shamefully. "So get busy now. Bob left a big mess down there for you to clean up. And I'm sure I have another orgasm in me, if you work hard enough to make it happen. Go on, Petunia. My sissy husband. And now my cuckold. Work your magic." "But... I mean... the cleaning up part. I never wanted to actually do that. It was just..." "Part of your fantasy," she finished for me. "But I want you to do it. As part of MY fantasy. So start lapping it up and gulping it down. And don't neglect my clitoris, darling. I want you to become expert at the licking-up-and-bonus-orgasm combination. After all, now that I have Bob's number, you'll be doing it all the time." It was as if I had no willpower. I got my face between her warm thighs and lapped up his salty discharge. My throat constricted but I kept at it until she was free of spunk. And gave her a shivering climax too. My poor dick was straining against its confines. And my mind was filled with questions. The biggest of them was about whether or not that entire event had been arranged. I might never know. But I did know that it would probably be replayed elsewhere, over and over. I would be spending even less time as Pete and much more as Petunia. ********* "You've finally got everything right," Sophia said to her husband Gene. "I mean you could pass for female anywhere." She was a striking woman, short, with thick dark hair that fell to her shoulders. The sleeveless undershirt she wore showed off her big bust, baring cleavage and side-boobs. Her nipples poked out against the thin material. The only other thing she wore was bikini panties. They were small to begin with but appeared even tinier because her hips were so wide and her bottom so thick. Gene could only stare at her and feel bad about how she had cut him off from intercourse. He too was short, but his physique was slender and soft. His wife had been feminizing him for three months. Now his blond hair had grown out and been cut in a metrosexual unisex style, falling over his forehead in front, past his ears on the sides, and to his collar in back. He had learned to apply cosmetics well enough that she hadn't had to assist him with his eyes, cheeks or lips. And he looked convincingly girly in a mini dress that left his stocking clad legs exposed. On his feet were shoes with three inch stilettos and ankle straps. His wife gestured for him to walk around their living room, so she could make sure he was putting one foot in front of the other and swaying his hips. His dress had modest breast forms in it that gave him an attractive bust, but one much smaller than hers. And of course he was required to use depilatory and keep his entire body hair free. He looked uneasy as he told her, "Don't you think you've done enough to me already? I can't understand why you need to make me go out in public like this." "As I've explained before," she said with exaggerated patience, "you got yourself in trouble by being a male pig. So it's appropriate that your punishment is to be seen as a woman -- in a public place." "But I didn't actually do anything. I mean, not anything that bad." "You call having an affair with my girlfriend Rose 'not bad'? You think pushing her into a sexual relationship and forcing her to continue it for months is acceptable behavior?" "Not if you put it that way. It's just that it was her who kind of seduced me. And got me into bed. Besides, we never actually had sex. You know, not real sex. She just -- " He hated talking about this part of it. " -- kept having me use my mouth on her. On her... pussy. And starting to give me hand jobs but never finishing. By the end she somehow got me tugging on my dick myself. It was humiliating." "So you're blaming the victim? Making everything her fault?" "No, it's just..." He thought back to how Rose had seduced him. She was as curvy as his wife. That kind of figure made him weak in the knees. He was so desperate to get her to go all the way, that she was able to manipulate him into being more of a slave to her needs. "I'm only trying to tell you my side," he finished lamely. "Which you've done before. More than once. And your story sounds more pathetic every time." She shook her head, as if on the verge of exasperation. "And don't forget that you agreed to my idea for payback. You said you would go along with being made this way. Didn't you promise not to back out?" "I guess so. Except, you have to understand, I thought you might leave me. And that the divorce wouldn't go so well. At least not for me." "I still might dump you. And how do you think the divorce would work out now, when I have so many pictures of you in drag, modeling lingerie, striking pin-up poses, and even handling that big fat dildo that I had to get for myself?" She got a dreamy look on her face at the thought of that artificial phallus. "And I will say that Rose taught you to use your mouth very well. Not only do you look like a girl, but now you eat my pussy like a lesbian. Or at least, the way I imagine one would do it." She gave him a sly smile. "All right," he conceded in defeat. "I'll go out with you." "That's my girl. Sweet pretty Gina. And it'll just be for a drink. Or maybe two." "A drink? You mean at a bar?" "No, dummy. At a health food restaurant. Carrot juice." She rolled her dark eyes. "Of course, at a bar. But don't go all drama queen on me. We'll be in and out in no time. And after that, if I feel like you've paid enough for your bad behavior, you might even have your bedroom rights reinstated. I'm not promising. Maybe I'll have to talk to Rose. But at least now you have a chance." The old Gene would have said something in his own defense, or made a cutting remark. But the current Gene -- which is to say Gina -- just bowed his head and mumbled agreement. It was so difficult to assert himself after being denied penetrative sex and, whenever he was home, being kept in his feminine persona. Sometimes it was like his girly alter ego was taking over. "Now let me finish getting myself ready," she said with a toss of her mane of hair. "And while you're waiting you can put on some perfume and pick a few pieces of jewelry." She grew thoughtful and said, "Try that new scent. The one called Invitation. Not too much of it. I don't want the car to smell like a French whorehouse while I'm driving you into the city." His wife gave him a wink and left the room. He stood there trying to think his way out of the corner he was backed into. But Gene couldn't see any path to freedom. He would have to go through with this crazy way of settling the score. Still, it would just be a quick stop at the bar and then he would probably be able to leave this whole nightmare scenario behind. Picking up the new bottle of perfume, he removed the cap and sniffed. He couldn't smell anything, so he directed a short spray at his wrist, making sure not to have the source and the target too close together. It was floral but with a hint of something else. Maybe fruit. After hitting the other wrist, he misted the air in front of him and walked through the suspended fragrance. Once he got home, he told himself, he would wash it off immediately. Gene waited restlessly for a half hour until she reappeared. Sophia looked terrific in a short red dress with a low neckline and elevated hem. Her womanly contours were emphasized to the max. He thought about other men seeing her like that, while he was being mistaken for female. Gene certainly wouldn't be able to intervene while anyone was ogling her. At least that would be the most any guys at the club could do. She did a full turnaround to let him appreciate her from multiple viewpoints, even giving him a shake of her desirable bottom. "All right, lover," she said, sounding amused and ready to have some fun. "Let's get you out there and show you off." As he followed her through the front door, Gene felt deeply vulnerable. Whoever might pass by could see him. He wanted to move faster but that might upset his wife. So he kept using his most feminine walk. Just as he reached the front pavement, a car came around the corner, heading in their direction. He froze as it pulled up to the curb. It was his wife's friend Carmen, a lovely Latina woman. Gene could only stand there as the two females chatted for several minutes. He desperately wished he had his keys and could let himself into their car. Instead, he had to listen to the women discuss something about clothes. Then Carmen looked his way and raised her dark eyebrows. She spoke to Sophia in a whisper and was answered the same way. Both of them laughed. Gene could only assume it was about him. His face grew warm and he knew he was blushing. At last the conversation ended and Carmen drove off. Once he was in the car, Gene felt better, but not much. This was so stressful. He would be endlessly glad when it was over. His wife gave him a smarmy look and then pulled out, heading for the city. He was aware every time some guy pulled up alongside them and gave him the onceover. At last they reached the club his wife had selected, a place he wasn't familiar with. She pulled into an attended lot across the street and they got out. A young man came over to hang half a claim ticket on the rearview mirror and give the other half to her. He was a good looking guy and, since from his viewpoint the car contained only two women, he didn't hesitate to smile at Sophia and openly admire her. She returned his smile. Sophia told the attendant, "My girlfriend and I won't be long." Her mention of Gene drew attention to him. The young man eyed the attractively dressed figure and nodded. Unsure how to react, Gene nodded back at him. It was so strange to be interacting with another male that way. Sophia left the keys in the ignition and the attendant got in to move the car. As it pulled away Gene felt ever more helpless. His wife started toward the club and he had to hurry to catch up. At least he was doing well on those heels. He could feel the girly roll of his bottom and knew the shoes were shaping his legs. His wife reached the front door just as he caught up with her. A hostess greeted them and confirmed that it would just be the two guests. As she led them toward a table someone called out. It was a masculine voice. Gene couldn't believe his bad luck. "Hey, Sophia." She swiveled her head and responded, "Hello, Tony. Long time no see." "Too long. Come over and have a drink with us." He was at a table along the back wall, in a deep alcove, almost hidden from sight. Gene's hopes sank as his wife went toward the man, who was swarthy and well dressed, with a similar looking guy next to him. She said, "Okay, but just one. I know how you can be." The men stood and pulled out two chairs. Sophia ended up next to Tony and Gene got stuck alongside the other guy, who projected an air of confidence tinged with menace. Sophia gestured toward her husband and said, "This is my friend Gina. She's... visiting the city." "Well, hello Gina," Tony said graciously. "I'm an old friend of Sophia's. Knew her when she was single. Before she got hitched to some loser." He held his hand out toward the other guy and said, "That's Al, an associate of mine." Al turned to Gene and said, "So nice to meet you." He tugged at the lapels of his sport coat. "You really make that dress look special." Gene acknowledged the unwanted compliment with a smile. He batted his eyelashes out of nervousness but realized too late that it must look like flirtation. A waitress hurried over, being especially deferential to Tony. He ordered a couple of highballs for the new arrivals. Sophia said, "Still the same old Tony. Always in a hurry to get drinks into girls." "Only pretty girls like you two. I really missed out when you left me for that sad sack you got instead." "Well, dear," she said, "it was just that with him I was looking at a quiet life in the suburbs. And with you it would have been more exciting, but not necessarily in the best way." He shrugged. "I've cleaned up my act a lot since then. Gone legit. Mostly. Wish I could get a second chance at you." Tony put his hand atop hers and gave a gentle squeeze. She didn't reject the sign of affection. Gene felt queasy. Another man was hitting on his wife and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Al lightly touched Gene's forearm. "So, beautiful. You like the city?" Still full of nervous energy, Gene said, "It's great. I'm really enjoying it. Hope I get to see everything." "So you need a guide. Right?" "Well, yes. I suppose so," Gene said without thinking it through. "And here I am," Al pointed out. "Nobody knows this place better than me." "Oh." Gene was flummoxed. "Well... maybe." "Maybe is a good place to start," Al assured him. "I can show you uptown. And maybe you'd like to go downtown." Confused but wanting to sound agreeable, Gene confirmed, "I'd love to go downtown." Al leaned in and said confidentially, "And I'd love to see you go downtown. You and that gorgeous mouth." Tony chimed in with, "When Sophia was with me that happened all the time. In fact, it happened right here more than once. Remember, baby?" She appeared somewhat uneager to talk about it at first, but her mood softened visibly in the seconds that followed. "Yes, Tony." There was mischief in her look. "I remember, I remember. It was often downtown where you liked me to go." He laughed soundlessly. "And you loved it. Didn't you?" "I won't say no." "Hey, Al and me are going to hit the john. Powder our noses." This time his laughter was audible. "You talk to your Gina here and maybe you girls can give us a downtown double." The guys got up and headed for the restroom. Gene turned to his wife uncomprehendingly. "What was he talking about?" Gene wanted to know. "Are you a complete idiot?" she asked rhetorically. "Do you even know what going downtown means?" "It's just..." "I mean going down on somebody. Like when you kept eating my friend Rose's pussy, you cheater. But in this case it means how I used to suck Tony's cock. And because you said you'd love to go downtown, those guys think that's what we want to do." Gene was noticeably distressed. He picked up his glass and took a swallow. "You can't do that," he said. "We're married. And I definitely can't. I'm not gay." "Terrific. So do you want to take back your invitation? Do you want to get guys like them all ready for it and then say no?" "Well, why couldn't we?" "Don't you know who they are?" She told him Tony and Al's last names. To clarify she added, "You know, like in the news. Those stories about how someone suddenly decided to sell a business they had wanted to hold onto. Or somebody all of a sudden, overnight changed their mind about who they wanted to sign a contract with?" "You mean they're...?" "I mean that they're not used to people saying no to them." When Gene still hesitated, she added, "And if Al finds out that the girl who's been leading him on is really a guy, well, how do you think that will go over?" "But I didn't..." Gene abruptly looked ill. He took another drink, draining the glass. The waitress noticed and took his empty away. He told his wife, "There has to be some way to get out of this." She told him, "I'm listening." He didn't have an answer so she went on, "Tony always loved having me get under the table and give him a long wet blowjob. Maybe he got off on kind of degrading me. Or it might have been because it was in public, even though nobody could actually see it. He always picked spots like where we are right now. A table off to the side. In an alcove like this one if it was available. And with the tablecloth making it even harder for anyone to spot what's happening, he was safe enough." Gene's lips were quivering. "This isn't right." "No it's not," she agreed. "It's not right that you cheated on me. It's not right that you flirted with Al, intentionally or not. And it isn't right that I'm going to have to scrunch down under this table and suck Tony's cock. But since this is all your fault, it is right that you're going to have to get down there alongside me and do the same for Al. Understood?" "I..." He made an involuntary gagging sound. "I don't have any choice." "Damn right. Now here they come back. And the waitress is heading this way with a refill for you. I suggest you get busy with your second martini so you won't lose your nerve. If you mess this up, Gene, we're both in major trouble. So make sure those men believe you're my girlfriend Gina, and that Al gets a first class cock polish." "I don't know how to do it." "Just think of what you'd like some girl to do for you in that situation. And watch me. I was pretty dirty when I was single. No guy ever complained after my lips were around his Johnson." Gene was nauseated. He didn't want to hear his wife talking about being with other men. He didn't want to hear that she had done something for them that she'd never done for him. And he definitely didn't want to do what was expected of him now. Especially not while she was there too, doing it for a guy she used to go out with. And Sophia would see Gene doing it for Al. He felt dizzy as the two men sat down. The guys raised their glasses to Sophia and her convincingly cross-dressed spouse. "No rush," Tony assured them. "Enjoy your drinks, girls. But don't take forever. After all, Gina there seemed real eager to get started." Sophia took a sip from her martini glass, which was still mostly full. She smiled at Tony. "I've never forgotten the feel of that big fat cock of yours in my mouth, handsome. Like trying to swallow a long thick Italian sausage. And it's going to be kind of a payback for me. My husband went after a girlfriend of mine and ended up eating her pussy on a regular basis." Tony inquired, "He was screwing her?" "No. Never got past snacking on her snatch, if you can believe that. I guess he believed that old saying, about how eating's not cheating. Which makes what I'm going to do okay." "I like the way you think," her former boyfriend said. "Especially for what it's going to get me." He grinned wolfishly. Al put his hand on Gene's bare forearm. "Same here. Anything that ends with lips around my dick is a good thing." "Well then," Sophia said, "it sounds like Gina and me had better get this show on the road. Or under the table." She looked around to make sure no one was looking directly at them. Gene gulped down the rest of his second strong drink. He needed all the fortification he could get. His wife began to sink down, her head and shoulders vanishing beneath the table. He followed reluctantly. As soon as he got onto his knees he looked at his wife and saw her undoing Tony's belt, opening his pants, and lowering his fly. He lifted his bottom and she deftly got his trousers and shorts down to his ankles. With trembling hands, Gene did the same for Al. The dread-filled husband found himself looking at an impressively large penis. It was considerably bigger than his own. He glanced sideways to witness his bride using her hands between Tony's hairy thighs. Soon that man's cock was standing up. It was huge. Gene unhappily touched Al's member. He stroked it lightly but even just that was enough to get it stiff. Soon Gene was actively pumping the oversized shaft. The next time Gene checked on Sofia she was lapping the underside of Tony's cock, still holding the rod. As he watched, she capped the bulbous head with her mouth and her cheeks were drawn in as she sucked. Gene got queasy as he poked out his tongue and touched it to Al's tool near where it met the man's scrotum. The kneeling husband ran his tongue up and down that enviable length. He held Al's balls in his palm and rolled them gently. Unable to stall any longer, he got his lips around the head and sucked. After a few moments his wife whispered, "Swirl your tongue around it. Lick the slit at the end. And then take a break from that so you can lap his balls. He'll love that." She demonstrated that last move on Tony, making her spouse cringe. He couldn't bear to see his wife performing oral favors for another man. But as she had spitefully pointed out to him, it was his fault. And so was what he was forced to do for Al. Gene used the suggested variety of techniques. After working his tongue all over the man's scrotum, he went back to sucking and swirling. There was pre-cum beading on the slit at the tip, when he licked there. Following Sophia's lead, he got the fingers of one hand on the shaft and ran them up and down as he sucked the knob. He wanted this to be over with, but he didn't want to experience the inevitable conclusion... a mouthful of Al's thick salty spunk. And his wife would be right there to view it. The sanctity of their marriage would never be restored. And he felt like his masculine self was slipping away. Al grunted. He reached under the table and put his hands on the sides of Gene's head. The helpless husband kept on using his mouth and hand. Al made a deep growling sound and his hips jerked. Suddenly Gene's repulsed mouth was being filled with thick cream. He had to gulp some of it down. Even so, a few drops leaked from the sides of his stretched-wide lips. The stuff was on the roof of his mouth, coating his tongue, and collecting under it. He knew he would never be able to erase this moment from his memory. He turned his eyes sideways as Al's organ slowly softened. Sophia was spiritedly bringing Tony to the brink. The man in front of her cursed under his breath and all at once she was swallowing. Gene was sickened to know that his wife too was ingesting a man's load. She, however, didn't appear at all upset by what she was doing. Gene's wife used her sexual wiles to prolong Tony's pleasure to the limit. After she finally freed his flaccid member, she lavished kisses all over it. Turning her face toward her spouse, she lasciviously licked her lips. Then she got herself back up onto her chair. Even though he didn't want anyone to see him after that mortification, Gene did the same. He sat there trying not to let his rattled condition show. He didn't want the guys to suspect his true gender. Tony chortled. "Hey, Sophia. Bet you don't do that for your cheating husband." "No way. Not after what he did to me. And besides cheating with my friend, I think he might have a taste for guys, too." The guy she'd just satisfied said, "He's a fag?" "I suspect it. A secret queer." Al laughed. "You'll have to introduce me to him. When I was in prison I got a taste for putting those sissies on their knees. Or just bending them over. All kinds of stuff you can make them do. Like putting on stockings and wearing lipstick." "Really?" she said, the single word conveying plenty of interest. "I might just take you up on that." "In the meantime," Tony suggested, "since your husband is such a chump, you should keep in touch with me. I know how much you always liked being put under the table. And having me bang you extra hard when we were in bed. You get wet for somebody like me, who can take charge and be little rough." Sophia smile and sighed wistfully. "I have missed that. I was faithful to my husband but, now that he turned out to be a cheating pig, I'm free to do what I want." She looked in Al's direction but her eyes were locked with Gene's. "I might even throw him to you, Al, so we can find out how gay he is. I could even put him in stockings and slap some lipstick on his mouth." "Sounds good," Al said. Gene was writhing inside. His wife at last announced that they had to be going. "But it was fun with you two. And nice to see a man sized-cock instead of the peanut my husband has. And I've still got your number in my phone, Tony. I kept it just in case I wanted to see how you were doing. But now I'm glad it's there. You'll be hearing from me." Sophia and her dressed husband headed out for the car. The same attendant was there. He seemed to sense that something dirty had gone on in the club. When Sophia saw his knowing smile, she gave him a grin in return. Gene hated that someone might guess what sort of thing had happened. As Sophia drove them to the exit of the lot, Gene said miserably, "That was awful. Why did you say you'd talk to him again?" "For the reasons I gave at the table. You did cheat on me. And after seeing how you gobbled Al's tool, I honestly wonder if you didn't like it." "But I'm straight. I've had sex with you." "But now you won't. Not after that performance with your mouth. What I'm going to do is set up something with those same guys. I'll let them know who Gina really is and make sure that's all right with Al. But I'm guessing it will be, whether you like it or not. Maybe we can spend a pleasant evening at our place, just the four of us. Tony and I can have the main bedroom and you and Al get the guest room. It might even turn into an overnighter. And I don't want to hear any crap from you about it... Gina girl." Gene wanted to object. He kept thinking that everything had happened too quickly, with the events all falling into place. It was almost as if it had all been worked out ahead of time. But he was too far gone from stress and confusion to make a case. He had been taken out in public in drag. Passed for a woman. And had to suck a man's cock under the table, in the club. Now there was spunk in his belly. After all that, there was no fight left in him. He said meekly, "Yes, dear. But, if it doesn't work out, can that be the end of it?" "You mean do I want to have Tony's killer cock in me again, and then go back to your shrimp dick? Sure. That might happen. But don't count on it." ********* (Hey, both those husbands suspected they might have been entrapped. Is that possible? Could their wives be so mean and conniving?)