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Husband's Holiday Weekend by Throne
Thanksgiving had been awful for me. My wife Midge had her girlfriend
Lana over for the day. It made me regret more than ever that I'd
encouraged my bride to reestablish ties with her high school friend.
Lana is tall and athletic, with short black hair and flashing dark eyes.
Midge is short and busty, with long blond hair. I'd always been aroused
by the fact that Lana was a lesbian and had the hots for the woman I was
dating back then. What can I say? To me, them getting together was just
a kinky fantasy. Midge was always too shy to follow through on it. She
stuck with me, I suppose in part because I'm a short indoors-type, with a
mop of sandy hair and soft features. Not like the jocks who pursued her
and certainly less alarming than the butch female. So, a year ago, when
I hunted for Lana online and found her, it was only with the intention of
seeing them together again, for my own selfish purposes. The idea that
my wife would be seduced by her old classmate never entered my mind. All
too soon I was spending less time in our marital bed and the interloper
was there several nights a week. I lost my right to have intercourse
with my bride and was only allowed to provide her with oral sex. She
decided that my new role was as a male lesbian, and Lana encouraged her
to make my appearance fit my altered status.
So, the holiday found me with little to give thanks for. Midge dressed
me in a brief maid's outfit she found on the website Itsy, where there
are lots of items for guys who want to play dress-up. I was cast in the
role of their mostly silent, always humble serving-girl. There was a
tiny lace cap perched atop my head and touches of make-up on my face.
Under the abbreviated outfit I was naked, which showed off how all my
body hair had been removed with a laser shaver. My legs were in fishnet
stockings and I was tottering around in three-inch heels. Even when I
stood still, waiting to refill their champagne flutes or serve more warm
rolls, I had to balance on those uncomfortable shoes. The women ate and
drank happily, while my tummy reminded me how hungry I was.
"Philly," my wife's lover said. "Top off my glass." My name is Phillip
but one of them had decided that feminized version was more appropriate.
Lana had on a purple blouse, with black slacks.
I took the champagne bottle out of its bucket of ice and got a towel
under it. Of course, it had been Lana who removed the cork. Any job
that might have given me a bit of self-confidence, that woman took away
from me. Not that I would have been likely to do that one very well.
I've just never been good at physical tasks. As I poured, she patted my
bare bottom, her hand under the tiny skirt.
"Mmmm," she complimented. "You're so soft back there. Not a hint of any
nasty man-hair. I wonder if any has grown back on your crotch."
My wife prompted me, "Why don't you show her?" Midge wore a clinging top
with nothing under it, and a pleated skirt that would have been short on
a cheerleader.
I gently replaced the bottle in its holder. Then I positioned myself
close to Lana but angled so Midge could see me as well. When I raised
the hem of my short garment, the pink plastic chastity device was well
shown off, as was the total absence of hair.
Midge speculated, "I think using that laser tool on him is having a
longer lasting effect each time. Maybe a few more months of that and his
body hair will stop growing back altogether. Imagine my Philly being
pink and smooth all over from then on."
"The better to touch her," Lana said, reaching out to run a finger down
my exposed upper chest.
They sent me to stand in the corner then, while they finished their main
course. The turkey and mashed potatoes smelled so good. The gravy must
have been delicious. Even the steamed vegetables were making my mouth
water. But servants don't eat with their employers. In my case, the
women were more like my owners. Whenever I was home, they kept me
looking and acting girly. While I was at work, I always had panties on
under my male clothes. Sometimes there were pantyhose or stockings, as
well. And that terrible cock-lock was ever-present. How long had it
been since it was off? More than a month.
"All right," Lana eventually said. "We're ready for dessert and coffee.
Step lively, Philly."
I hated being ordered around by her. Yet what could I do? For starters,
her being taller and stronger, she physically intimidated me. Beyond
that, the longer I was dominated by both of them, and kept in female
clothes, the less willpower I could summon. Recently I had spent two
days and nights in a tight corset. It had been difficult to bend, which
I had to do plenty of while fulfilling my housework duties. Plus, there
was always the threat of having my bottom punished. Whether it was an
over-the-lap spanking or having to grip the back of a kitchen chair,
stick out my fanny, and be given a hard paddling, I wanted to avoid any
sort of corporeal discipline.
So, I scurried to the kitchen and returned with a warm pumpkin pie,
freshly made whipped cream, and two mugs of piping hot coffee, along with
cream and sugar, all on a wide oval tray. As I set it on an unused
portion of the table, they continued their conversation. My wife was
complimenting her bedmate on how satisfying their lovemaking had been,
the last time they were together.
"It'll be even better tonight," Lana assured her. "I took tomorrow off.
My assistant can run the office for one day. That means I'll be sleeping
her tonight."
"Oh, sweetheart," Midge said with breathy anticipation. "I can't wait."
"No hurry," Lana said. "I want us to play some dress-up games with our
living doll first. You know that'll get the two of us even more into the
mood."
Midge laughed softly. "It's true. I'm so glad you taught me how to
treat Philly -- or rather, to mistreat her -- and how fantastic it always
feels to do it. Just think. If not for you, I'd still be living my old
dull life."
"If not for me and for our cute princess. After all, it was her who
found out where I was and got you to contact me. So ultimately, she has
to get the credit for bringing us together, and for everything that's
happened since. If not for Philly, we wouldn't have our wonderful
threesome."
"You're right." Midge liked to emphasize my role in what had taken
place. She knew how much it upset me to be reminded of that. "I love
that you're the boss of both of us, Lana, but I'm still the boss of
Philly."
"Me too," Lana agreed. "I can't get enough of hearing you order her
around. And it makes me so wet when you get a little uppity, and I have
to give your round plump ass a few swats, with our servant watching." I
was near enough at that moment for Lana to take hold of my wrist. "You
like seeing that, don't you?" she asked me. "Some naughty girl action?"
When I didn't say anything right away, she added, "You have permission to
speak."
"It always affects me," I confessed, even though she already knew the
answer.
"What was your fantasy?" she wanted to know. Lana relished hearing me
shame myself that way.
"I wanted to see you and Midge doing girl-on-girl things."
"Ohhh," Lana said with a nod, acting like understanding was just coming
to her. "You're saying it makes you all tingly when you have to be in
the bedroom with us. Like every time I grind my pussy against hers. And
when I play with her big tits and suck hard on her nipples. And I
suppose it makes you crazy with lust when I shove her down, so her face
is between my legs, and order her to eat my pussy. Right?"
I admitted shamefully, "Yes, Lana. That's all true."
"Gee," she went on, intentionally disingenuous, "but doesn't being in
that peenie-prison make it awfully tough on you? I mean, don't your
balls ache all the time?"
Instead of saying that she already knew all that, which was what I wanted
to tell her, I played the game and meekly confirmed, "Yes, and it's very
uncomfortable."
"Well, I don't want to be too harsh," Lana said, sounding reasonable.
"That's why I still allow you to have a sex life. You must be thrilled
every time you get to go down on your lovely wife. Right?"
She knew that I didn't enjoy performing cunnilingus, and that I
considered it unmanly. But Lana had to carry her mind games through to
their end. Sounding as miserable and defeated as I felt, I told her,
"Not really."
"But she chose me over you," Lana reminded. "That's why I can't have you
putting your silly boy-part inside her. Not when she prefers getting
finger-banged my me, or when I use one of my strap-ons. And it just
wouldn't be right for you to slobber all over her glorious boobs. Or
even to get your greedy hands on them. It follows logically that you
can't kiss her on the lips. I mean the ones up top. The others, down
below, you can kiss all the time. And lick. And put your tongue
between. Plus, you know how she loves the way you suck on her clit.
With our help, you've become quite a capable male lesbian. Everything
worked out smoothly."
Without being coaxed, I told her what she wanted to hear. "Yes, Lana."
And just to avoid displeasing her, I finished with, "Thank you."
"Oh, the pleasure was all mine." She gave my bottom a pinch that made me
jerk.
Midge laughed, which caused her big bust to jiggle. She asked her
mannish partner, "Could we have our Philly fashion show now?"
"Definitely. And then we can model some new goodies I got us, in front
of her."
My bride held her hands close together and clapped them. "I can't wait
for you to see what I picked out for her."
"And I can't wait to show YOU what I have for us to slip into."
Giggling like a schoolgirl, my wife got up. She hurried out of the room.
I cleared the dishes. Even their leftovers appeared appetizing to me.
When I returned, the two of them had moved to the den. That used to be
my room, but it had been taken over by Lana. They were on the couch,
embracing and kissing. Lana's hand was on the side of Midge's plump
boob, gently kneading it. There was a small pile of clothing beside
them, enough that I guessed it would total three changes for me. After
they came up for air, my wife eyed me with nasty glee.
"All right, Philly," she announced. "Time for you to get out of your
maid outfit."
It mortified me to have to undress in front of them. That was why they
made me do it. As I removed each item, I set them neatly on the seat of
the recliner that was against the wall. That had formerly been my chair,
facing the big-screen TV. Now, not only wasn't I permitted to sit there,
but I wasn't even allowed to turn on the television. If I got to see any
shows, they were either ones that the happy couple watched, or else ones
picked especially for me. What was put on for me when they weren't in
the room were home shopping programs for women's clothes, jewelry, and
cosmetics, or else reality shows that were aimed at a female viewership.
I can't tell you how many hours I'd seen of crazy rich women being catty
and acting like moody teenagers.
After I was naked, Lana had me strut around, wag my bottom, and even tug
on my chastity cage. Then Midge gave me what I had to wear. It was
nothing but black opera-length gloves, black stockings, and black shoes
with two-inch stilettos. I got into everything and stood there feeling
utterly humiliated. Could they make it any more demeaning? Absolutely.
Lana ordered me onto my back and put me through a lot of horizontal
writhing, hip-bucking, and self-touching that simulated some sort of
weird sexual action. Like maybe I was being taken by an invisible
partner. Midge got down on the floor to whisper lewd suggestions about
her acting as the other half of my solo performance. She talked me
through a fake orgasm that added still more to my disgrace, as well as
reminding me of what the chastity prevented me from experiencing.
The second group of items for me to wear were a belly shirt and tiny
shorts that smooshed my balls up against my body. There were also cork-
soled platform shoes. Midge had me muss up my hair and handed me a long
thick stick of candy. She told me to taste it and I found it was
cinnamon flavored.
Then Lana said, "It seems so natural for you to be dressed like a hooker
and have that phallic rod in your mouth. Let's see you on your knees,
giving it a super-satisfying blowjob. Your backroom, top-of-the-line
special."
That was something new for me. I'd never been forced to perform a
cocksucker pantomime before. I reluctantly sank to my knees. Midge
watched me avidly. I knew this was a sight she would never forget. I
began to fellate the candy stick, licking it up and down, running it into
and out of my mouth, and even kissing along its entire length, as if I
was trying to prolong a John's session. My tongue danced all over it.
My lips sucked hard on the end. I stroked it while pretending to knob-
job the head. At last, I acted like it was spurting into my mouth, and
made a show of swallowing copious amounts of spunk. Both of them laughed
out loud at how far I had gone for their entertainment. Then they locked
lips for a passionate kiss. I knew their tongues were slithering over
each other. My poor balls throbbed from how stimulating it was to
witness their shared passion.
At last, I was allowed to shed that slutty costume. Then came a panty
girdle that compressed my middle, at the same time separating and
accentuating my buttocks. The seat had cut-outs, so that my bottom
cheeks bulged through. I was told to kneel and put my nose to the
carpet, while they changed into whatever Lana had bought, probably
putting the purchase on one of my credit cards. She earned a lot more
than me, but took delight in spending my money. It was one more way for
her to demonstrate her power over me. When I heard them return, my
position prevented me from seeing what they had on. When I was finally
allowed to raise my head, I got a double shock.
Midge was in a white fur vest with matching boots, and that was all. Her
big bust held the garment open, so I could see that it was furry on the
inside too. She posed suggestively and sashayed around.
Lana had on only a leather vest, along with tall boots that featured
square toes and chunky, medium high heels. Everything was black. She
came up to me, where I was still lying on my belly, and shoved the front
of one boot under my nose. Midge strolled over and placed a foot on the
back of my head, pushing down so that my lips met the waiting leather.
Lana told me kiss her boot, which I dutifully did. While I was pressing
my lips against the cool fragrant surface, I heard the two women kissing
wetly.
"On your feet," Lana prompted.
Midge's foot moved off me and unsteadily got myself upright. They both
looked stunning. Midge hooked her thumbs into the armholes of her vest
and held it out from her body. She danced up close and teased the nerve
endings in my chest with the fur. I moaned in spite of myself. She
brushed it across my nipples and I groaned. Lana got behind me and dug
her fingernails into my shoulders for balance, before running her boots
up and down the insides of my bare legs. She alternated that with
grinding against my exposed buttocks. Having the two of them work me
over at the same time was driving me to distraction. I squirmed and
murmured as it went on and on. They were lightly perspiring and I
couldn't shut their mingled scents out of my nostrils. I felt dizzy as
Midge drew down my face and stroked each cheek with that tantalizing fur.
Then Lana had me get back onto my knees so I could hold onto her boots
and lap them while she and my wife touched each other. I was approaching
some kind of breaking point when, at the last moment, they stepped away
from me.
Midge sighed and said, "Lana, don't make me wait any more."
The short-haired female told her, "It's playtime. I'm going to get you
on that bed and keep you there for hours."
Lana turned my wife in the right direction and slapped her on the rump.
My wife yipped and went willingly toward her date with ecstasy. Her
partner snapped her fingers and motioned for me to follow. I wasn't sure
if I was permitted to rise, so I crawled along behind them. The taut
ovals of Lana's bottom made a stirring contrast to the rounded halves of
Midge's perfect ass. They got to the bedroom door and the taller woman
bent my wife back to deliver a blazing lip-lock. All I could think about
was wanting to escape my cock-lock.
The female who had stolen away my bride said, "You can stay down there
and listen, Philly. I'll even leave the door open a crack, so you don't
miss anything."
She got one hand on the back of Midge's neck to guide her toward the bed,
and with her other hand closed the door almost all the way. I sat up on
my haunches, with my arms crossed over my hairless chest. There were
whispered words, which were soon replaced by the rising sounds of
passion. It went on for hours, with intense periods followed by quiet
ones. I could only imagine the details of what they were doing with each
other. In a way, that was worse than seeing everything. It was all
wildly exciting but, with my enforced celibacy, caused me more pain than
pleasure.
Eventually, Lana called out for champagne. The beverage was still chilly
and I refilled their glasses. When I took them in, the air was redolent
with the smells of sex. Both women appeared drained, though Midge more
than Lana. They sat, propped up by pillows, and toasted each other for a
job well done. Several jobs, because they commemorated not only their
lovemaking, but what they had put me through. Then I was sent to fetch
my wife's laptop.
When I returned, she was snuggled against her long-limbed lover. Lana
accepted the device and turned it on. Soon she had gone to the Itsy
shopping site.
"Now," she said to Midge, "let's spend some more of Philly's money.
We'll get lots of appropriate fashions for her, and some more goodies for
us. Then I'm going to show you a page that specializes in sex toys. I
have some ideas what we can buy to make our games with each other, and
especially with Miss Sugar Lump there, even more fun. We'll start by
getting her a much smaller prick-lock-up. She can think about that until
it arrives. And the rest of her gifts will all be surprises."
"You're so clever, Lana," my bride said, nuzzling the other's neck. "And
we still have Saturday and Sunday with each other." To me she said,
"Wriggle under the covers, Philly, from the bottom. I want you kissing
my puss while we run up bills on your account. Nice tender kisses. And
nice big bills."
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(This was just a short something I wanted to share. Hope you enjoyed
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