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"No, I don't want any other woman," I protested in all sincerity, "I just thought it really unfair that you never experienced sex with anyone but me. And while I can't explain why, the thought of you spreading your legs for another man just really turns me on. I'm sorry."

I thought I'd primed her for the request, routinely fucking her with a big dildo and even managing to double penetrate her pussy with it. She amazed me by taking its inch and a half girth along with my cock. She went wild the first time I managed to squeeze my dick in next to it. Hottest fucks of all time. The tight stretch always thrilled her and the feel of a cock sliding against mine inside her pussy, even if it was just plastic, pushed me over the edge in a matter of seconds every time. Yet the prospect of repeating it with the ultimate sex toy was most definitely not an option. Her swift rebuke convinced me; I'd never touch on that kink again; ever!

Then, just recently, she came home from a shopping spree wearing a silver anklet. I told her I loved it, wondering if she had the slightest clue what it meant. She wore it constantly. "It's so feminine," she told me, "I feel sexy wearing it."

Soon after, I recognized a new confidence within her and asked what brought that on. She explained that so many strangers, guys, seemed to be striking up conversations over nothing just to talk with her. I smiled and I asked if any of them complimented her anklet. "How did you know that?" she asked in amazement.

"You really have no idea; do you?" I replied with a smile. "It means, I'm married but free to fuck anyone I want, and if worn on the right ankle (as she always wore hers), it means I'm looking to get fucked right now."

She looked at me incredulously. "Bullshit! You're making that up."

I just chuckled and told her, "Just keep wearing it. It's harmless fun and you'll see I'm telling the truth. Google it." She did keep wearing it, and she loved the attention it brought her. It just made her feel good to know that at age 39, guys still found her appealing; and why wouldn’t they? She looked much younger than her real age, passable as a slim, trim teen; standing all of five foot even and weighing right at a hundred pounds. She had a cute little bubble butt and small, firm tits that needed no external support. Her soft brown eyes, lightly freckled nose and killer smile could win any man’s heart.

As she was rediscovering her self-confidence, we booked a romantic, 7-day Caribbean cruise for our 20th anniversary, our first ever get-away without kids. As we packed, I asked if she was wearing her anklet on the trip, adding that cruises are a place to, "let your hair down, just like in Vegas. What happens on the cruise ship stays on the cruise ship."

"Do you want me to wear it?" she asked.

I took the plunge, inferring my old fantasy was still burning inside me and hoping she wouldn't 'go off on me'. "Yes, of course I do. And I would love it if you chose some of your skimpy outfits to wear with it; and if you forget your panties and bras, that would be fine too."

She didn't answer, but what went into the suitcase told a story. She packed what looked like a conservative, white, one-piece swim suit that we both knew became almost transparent when wet, a couple of little sun dresses that she had never worn because they were way short, some tube tops that I hadn't seen her wear in years, a pair of skimpy shorts that let the cheeks of her ass peek out like two little smiley faces, and a couple of very short skirts and low-cut blouses that drew attention to her small breasts. Was she really going to let go and do it; I wondered, or would she just torment me by teasing other men?

As she packed my things, something she routinely did for me, she told me, “No panties for you either. If I’m not wearing them, you aren’t either.”

“I don’t wear panties, my dear,” I protested indignantly.

“You really should try them, sweet boy,” she shot back in a way that told me she was serious.

‘Ouch,’ I thought, that kind of hurt, coming from her. Did she think I was a sissy? While I’d never tried on a pair of her silky, little panties, I did find the idea titillating. But at the moment, I was trying to wrap my head around ‘free-balling’ on this trip. Even boned up, my junk probably would go unnoticed, undies or none.

“Here, put these on,” Lynda said as she threw a pair of short, white, cotton tennis shorts at me. “You’ve got several of these and they would be perfect for this trip.”

As soon as I pulled them on, she told me, “That won’t do. Come with me.”

I followed as she led me to the bathroom. She grabbed the shears, some shaving cream, a razor, and a warm, wet cloth. I stood in front of her as she sat on the toilet and pulled my pants down so I could step out of them. She clipped my pubes, dropping them into the trash can as they came off. “The dark hair shows through,” she explained, “besides, I’ve kept myself shaved for you, and it’s about time you reciprocate. You have such a nice, young-looking body. No hair except here and under arms. You’ll look fantastic without it, and your junk will look bigger too,” I was all for that! She finished the front and demanded, “Turn around, bend over and spread ‘em.”

When she had me completely smooth, crack and all, she soothed the freshly shaved areas with baby oil. She finished by slipping a hand between my legs and pushing a finger in knuckle deep. At the same instant, her other hand pulled at my balls, stretching my scrotum while her mouth engulfed my entire cock. I gave her a full load in seconds. She held it in her mouth, then, with a deep kiss, she pushed the whole wad into mine. “I know you love that stuff,” she confided.

She dressed the part on the day of our cruise, wearing one of the little sun dresses that just covered her bare ass when she stood up straight. A slight breeze, quick twirl or any bend from the hip clearly revealed a pantiles bottom. The little cotton dress, her strapped sandals and jewelry, including the anklet, comprised her entire ensemble. We rode in the back seat as our two girls drove us to the port. The younger, a 17-year-old, commented, "Mom, you'd never let me go out looking like that!"

"That's a fact," my demure wife responded, "but when you're my age, you can dress any way you want and I promise not to criticize."

I was boned up for the next few hours as I watched my wife in amazement. She brazenly flirted with other men for the first time ever. When we reached our suite, we fucked like animals, both of us turned on by her bold, uncharacteristic, provocative public behavior. After we caught our breath, I told her that if she actually wanted to fuck someone else, it would be all right with me. Duh, as if she wasn't perceptive enough to know that. And since she was on the pill, I suggested she could even do it bareback. "You know how I love eating your creampied pussy," I told her, watching to see how she reacted to the idea of feeding me another man's cum.

If anything, I think she liked it. When she admitted she might actually give herself to another man, we began scheming about how to pick someone and get him back to the room with us. I suggested she bump into someone she wanted to fuck, as if she didn't see where she was going, then apologize, saying something like, "My feet just have a mind of their own, so as to direct his attention to your feet. I'll be very meek and just tag along, looking at the floor", I told her, "If he's game, he'll take it from there."

It only took seconds for her to dress for dinner. She simply pulled the little sundress over her head and said, "Let's go." I was shocked just moments later when she intentionally walked right into a very large, very black man standing with his back toward the elevator as we exited. He was probably in his mid-30's, well dressed in business attire matching that of the three men he was chatting with. The well-proportioned man towered over my six-foot stature and dwarfed my little wife. His size compelled me to cower in the background as Lynda boldly said, "I'm so sorry, Sir, but my feet just seem to have a mind of their own," motioning toward her anklet as she spoke.

"That's quite all right, little lady. No problem," he responded as he turned back to continue his conversation.

We walked away with my heart pounding and my 'jack-in-the-box' cock springing to full-on boner. "Oh fuck, honey, you are one hot little fuck. What a slut you are!" I complimented, "I had no idea you wanted that. It's just got to happen now! You know how hot it would be to see you doing a big black stud like him? You've got me so fuckin excited. Want to just skip dinner and go to the piano bar to see who's there?"

She declined, saying we were going to need some nourishment for what she had in mind. We gobbled down our food and went back to the room for a quick, urgent fuck. We didn't even undress. I pulled the couch away from the wall, bent her over the back with her head down and feet just off the floor. I flipped up her little dress, exposing her juicy, freshly fucked cunt, still oozing cum. I lowered my pants and slammed in balls deep with one thrust. Thirty seconds later I was pumping in yet another load. I pulled out and dropped to my knees, licking my own creampie from her while envisioning it being the big black man’s. When she was clean enough to walk without dripping, I stood and pulled up my tennis shorts, tucking in what was becoming a perpetual hard-on. "It's time for the piano bar my little slut," I told her as I helped her to her feet.

Of all people, the big black man she bumped into earlier was sitting at the bar; alone. "There's the guy you were interested in sweetheart. Go sit next to him," I encouraged.

"No, I can't do that. I already made a fool of myself in front of him and I can't do that. He'll think I'm stalking him. Besides, he's not interested or he would have talked to me earlier," she argued.

I gave her little choice. I grabbed her by the waist and walked her up to the bar, ushering her right onto the stool next to the big black man. She took the seat, telling me thanks, and then said, "Oh look honey, it's the guy I bumped into earlier. Be a sweetheart and buy him a drink."

He introduced himself as Mark and was very cordial. I bought him a double Scotch, neat, as he requested, and ordered a straight tequila for Lynda and a Heineken for myself, telling the bar tender to keep them coming. I then excused myself to the restroom. I took my time and before returning, found a secluded spot to watch what was happening.

Lynda seldom drank, and the tequila was doing a wonderful job of killing inhibitions. As they spoke, she actually swiveled toward him and slowly parted her legs, totally amazing me! I knew that lucky stud was looking right at her freshly fucked, wet, swollen pussy. His hand came to rest on her inner thigh, well above the knee. He noticed me as I approached, but made no attempt to move his hand. I glanced at Lynda's lap before taking my seat and confirmed my suspicion. Her smoothly shaved mound and glistening pussy were clearly visible below the hem of her hiked up little dress.

I listened closely to their conversation while feigning total ambivalence, sitting with my back to them as I watched the pianist. They talked and laughed for another thirty minutes or so, as if I weren't even there. I obviously wasn't supposed to hear him say in a hushed voice, "Watch this," then, in a much louder voice, "That's a very pretty anklet. Did your husband give it to you?"

"Yes, he did," she lied, confirming I was OK with the hot wife lifestyle.

"Does he like to watch, join in, or just let you go off with other men?" he asked.

"We're new to this," Lynda honestly confessed as she slammed down another shot. "In fact, we've never done this before. Ed's the only man I've ever been with. But it's been his fantasy to share me for years, and I've finally agreed to try it. You’ll be the first."

"Well, Cucky Boy," he said, addressing me directly for the first time, "what do you have in mind?"

It caught me by surprise. My mind was reeling with visions of Lynda fucking this guy, and a response just didn’t come to me. As I watched him lean into my wife, obviously sliding his hand further up her thigh, I finally choked out a reply, "It's up to you and Lynda; it’s her ass." I assumed Lynda would tell him what we wanted; but I’d inadvertently made it his call. I averted my eyes and returned to my drink, embarrassed that I had just subjugated myself to his whim.

Lynda leaned toward him, obscuring the view between their bodies, and placed her head on his shoulder. I couldn't see what she was doing, but her rhythmic shoulder movements told me she was working the man's cock. I could hear whispers and soft moans from my wife. I concentrated to hear their words but managed only to pick up one here and there, enough to know they were discussing his size and her concern about it being too big. I also picked up on another sound, a familiar squishing noise. He was finger fucking my wife, working his fingers in my wife's cum loaded pussy, right there on the barstool next to me!

He leaned toward me, speaking over Lynda's shoulder, "Cucky boy, let me tell you as a matter of fact, your little wife has never been so hot to fuck. If I wanted, she'd fuck me right there on the dance floor in front of everyone. She did tell me you want to be part of this and watch, so don't blame her, but that's not going to happen. I need her full, undivided attention and can’t have a horny, needy cuck interfering. I'm sure you understand. This is going to be like fucking a virgin. I know because I've got two fingers all the way up inside your woman right now, and she's tight. I’m going to stretch her with a big, full-grown, man’s cock for the first time in her life."

He stood, slipped his fingers from my wife and ran them under my nose. With a smirk on his face, he said, “Smell ready to you?” Before turning away from the bar, he zipped up his slacks and then helped my wife to her feet, taking a moment to pull her little dress down to cover her exposed ass. "Maybe you can join us next time, but for now, you are going to keep your ass on that bar stool while I take your hot wife to your bed and fuck her like a cheap whore. Do NOT interrupt us! You understand?"

I didn't expect this. I didn't want to scare off her conquest, but I obviously overplayed the sub role and allowed this big alpha bull total control. I could still object and stop this, but Lynda was going willingly, and while I wanted to be a part of it, I wasn't going to selfishly deny her the first fuck of her life with another man. The conditions were just right for her; she was horny, a little drunk, infatuated by the handsome, big black stud and committed to fucking him. If I stopped this, the stars might never align like this again. Besides, I wanted this for myself. Just knowing she was going to spread her legs and let another man inside was thrilling, even if I had to let it happen without me.

"You understand, Cuck?" he asked again when I didn't answer. I just swallowed hard and nodded.

"What's her favorite position?" he asked at the last second.

I immediately blurted, "Doggie," then realized he only asked to humiliate me. He just smiled. Lynda gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and staggered toward the hallway, pulling the black stud along.

For the next nearly two hours, I sat at the bar in surreal, anxious anticipation. I was jealous, knowing my wife was fucking someone else; excited, knowing my wife was fucking someone else; and horny as fuck, knowing my wife was fucking someone else; someone with a huge black cock! I couldn't resist discretely rubbing myself through my shorts, sliding my hard cock back and forth over my precumed belly. I was surprised and shocked when, for the first time since my teens, I experienced a spontaneous, overwhelming, unstoppable orgasm.

The last time that happened to me, I was a virgin. The whole incident ran through my mind in a millisecond. Lynda and I were making out, she lying on top of me as we dry humped, fully clothed. I ran a hand under her skirt and up her thigh. She spread her legs, giving me access. I slipped my fingers into the crotch of her panties and they ‘melted’ into the smoothest, slipperiest, warmest thing I’d ever touched in my life. I tried to envision what it looked like, but couldn’t. A warm, snug tunnel of flesh squeezed my finger momentarily before she panicked and reached behind to force me out. At that moment, I held her tightly, thrust my cock upward toward her belly and released the biggest, thickest, load of slippery, hot cum in my life, flooding my pants. It was the most intense, totally uncontrollable sensation I’d ever experienced; until now. It was happening again, and there was no way I could stop it.

Just like during my young teen experience, I’d totally lost control while thinking of Lynda taking on a physically superior male who could fuck her better than I ever could. I envisioned the big black stud using my little wife purely for his personal pleasure. She’d be nothing more than a fuck toy to him, a cum dump. Nutting in my beautiful woman would be his only goal. And my wife would be getting off on it, doing whatever was demanded to please him. She liked to be used, and I knew the big black man would definitely use her hard. She’d be getting fucked deeper, harder, longer and stretched more than ever before. She’d have a whole new appreciation of sex.

I hoped no one would notice as I squeezed my cock through my shorts with one hand and grabbed the bar to steady myself with the other. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it, and quite frankly, once it started, I didn’t want it to stop. It was awesome; better than any wet dream or my dry humping teen experience. I just closed my eyes tightly and let it happen. I’d deal with the consequences later.

Within a minute, those consequences were upon me. The front of my tennis shorts were totally saturated. Having no underpants, the thoroughly soaked, translucent fabric stuck to my bare belly and cock, glued in place by a full load of sticky cum. There’d be no hiding what happened.

With my urgent, sexual desires temporarily relieved, I began logically reconsidering the situation. Seconds seemed like minutes as I waited. Should I have insisted on going with them? She was safe enough, I thought, but would she think I abandoned her? No, that's just stupid. It was her decision to go with him and leave me at the bar. Oh fuck, what have I done! My wife of 20 years was with a big black stud, fucking her brains out with my encouragement. Maybe I should go check on her, I thought, then recalled his warning.

I finally concluded, in spite of Mark’s warning, I had to check on them. Just as I stood to get the bar tender's attention, Mark tapped me on the shoulder. "Get me another drink," he demanded. "I'm exhausted. Your smoking hot wife is a really good fuck for such an old slut. I usually tap younger bitches, like your daughters. You're a lucky man to have such a fuck slut for a wife."

"Yea, I know," I fully agreed. I thought about feigning anger, like, ‘Show me some respect, ass hole, and just say thank you for sharing instead of humiliating me,’ but it didn’t come out. He liked humiliating me and went on.

“You’re going to wonder where she’s been hiding herself. She’s really come out of her shell and released her inner slut. That cunt loves to fuck and she’s quite the exhibitionist. While I was pumping it to her on the balcony, she heard guys talking on the adjoining balcony. She didn’t even try to conceal what was happening. She was clinging to the railing, moaning loudly while I nutted deep in her pussy. The young guys next door were fighting each other for position so they could look around the divider. One of them actually held her hand as I grabbed her hips, holding her in place for a deep creampie. Hot little slut loved it!”

“No way!” I replied in total disbelief, “She would never do that!”

“Yeah; Way! And after I nutted, she dropped to her knees to clean and worship my cock while they watched. Maybe you couldn’t get her to perform like that, but she loves my big cock and will do anything for me. She may be your wife, but trust me, Cuck, that little cunt is my slut; all mine. I can use her any way I like; and I will.”

He gulped down the scotch in one hit and told me, "You can go back to your room now." He gave me a big smile, then leaned in and whispered, "Did you cum in your pants, Sissy?” he laughed, then continued, “You little fucking sissy! Good thing you like having your wife serviced, cause she’ll be getting lots of cock. You may as well cum in your pants, cause you're not pumping it into my slut. She finally knows what it's like to be fucked, and she isn't going to want anything from you, especially not your pathetic little dick. I left her with a fully loaded pussy. I know you like that shit. Maybe she’ll let you lick my nut out of her. Tomorrow,I’m going to pimp her to my friends. She knows about it and if you’re lucky, you may get to watch." With that, he left.

I left my beer and hurriedly paid the bartender for the night's drinks so I could check on my wife. I pulled my shirt down as far as I could and held my hands over my crotch as I walked.

I slipped my key card in the door and entered the well-lighted room. Every light in the suite was on, and there was Lynda's phone, propped up on the dresser and aimed at the door to catch my reaction as I discovered my wife. She laid spread eagled on the bed, obviously well fucked and dripping cum. She was barely conscious but managed a weak, "Oh, you beautiful man! Thank you, thank you, thank you! That was the best ever! I've never been so happy!"

I was thrilled that it went so well, but now wanted her for myself. Her pussy was gaping open, just like I envisioned, the elasticity fucked right out of it. I couldn't resist. I dove between her legs and lapped the cum. I lifted my head to admire the beautiful sight, and was shocked to see her ass hole also oozing cum. She’d obviously given her cherry ass to that big black stud. I went back to pleasuring her with my tongue, licking from ass hole to clit, thoroughly enjoying the feel and taste of another man’s thick, fresh cum for the first time in my life. I just couldn’t get enough.

"Easy, Baby," she begged. "I'm so sore. I had no idea fucking could be like that. I couldn't stop. It hurt so good. I can't believe I’ve passed up something so awesome my whole life!" she told me as she grabbed my head to hold me still between her legs. "That's enough, honey, please leave me alone. I'll make it up to you, I promise," she said before closing her eyes and dozing off. She would have no knowledge of me dumping yet another load over her glazed body.

I left the "do not disturb" sign on the door, covered my beautiful hot wife, turned off the lights and checked her phone. I spent the rest of the night stroking and rubbing my cock raw as I watched video clips the ass hole left for me. I’d noticed a large bulge in his pants at the bar, but seeing his massive erection on the vids amazed me. Somehow, Lynda took the whole thing. I watched a clip of him fucking my wife on the balcony as she bent forward and held on to the railing; and to my disbelief, I saw her grasping a hand from the adjoining balcony while Mark clinched his ass cheeks and nutted in her. There was video of him fucking her over the couch like I had done earlier in the evening, and doing her doggie, missionary, sideways, all-ways. When I found the clip showing his bulbous, plumb size cock head stretching my wife's virgin ass open, I ran it over and over again. It was incredible. She had too many orgasms to count, and I was amazed that this stud could just keep going; and cuming. When I finally went to bed, Mark's last words kept playing in my mind, " Tomorrow, I’m going to pimp her to my friends. She knows about it and if you’re lucky, you may get to watch."

We cruised all night, expecting to make our first port stop at 7:00 AM. Lynda and I slept in, thinking we’d have a leisurely breakfast whenever we woke and then explore the island, but at about eight, the phone rang. I answered to receive Mark’s demand, “Meet us with your wife at the buffet in fifteen minutes.” He didn’t wait for a reply.

I opened the slider to let in the gentle breeze and the port sounds, then gently kissed Lynda awake. “Good morning little hot wife.”

Her eyes fluttered open and a smile came to her face. “What an incredible night. Thank you for encouraging me and helping me do that.”

“Thank you for finally letting yourself go,” I replied, “but it seems you’re just started. I missed out on all the action last night and expect to be part of it today. We’ve been summoned by Mark to join him and his friends for breakfast in fifteen minutes.”

Lynda jumped out of bed and ran for the shower. “Hurry, Ed, get dressed. We don’t want to be late.”

‘Wow,’ I thought, ‘she’d never respond to me that way.’

At the table, Mark stood and pulled out a chair for my wife so she could sit between him and the other black man in his cadre of three friends. “Good morning my sexy little slut,” he quietly greeted her.

Lynda just smiled and took her seat with all eyes on her. “Gentlemen, this is Lynda. She’s looking forward to getting to know all of you much better. Lynda, this it John,” pointing out the black man sitting next to her, “and this is Jeff and Tom,” he continued, pointing out the two white guys in the group.

Being totally ignored, I took an empty seat and announced, “I’m her husband, Ed.” It drew no acknowledgement, not so much as a glance.

“Cucky, go get breakfast for your wife. Anyone else here need anything? Sissy will be happy to get it for you; won’t you?” Mark asked.

I wanted to say, “Fuck You!” but just took requests the other guys immediately fired at me.

As Lynda got friendly with the group over the next hour, I kept busy running errands, serving them as a personal table waiter. While I was busy catering to their needs, they decided that John and Tom would be joining Mark and my wife in his suite while I was to go with Jeff. I furiously objected, having an uncharacteristic, little temper tantrum; all in subdued, almost whispered rant so as not to gain the attention of those sitting around us. I insisted that if I was sharing my wife, I was going to be there.

“Settle down, Cuck” Mark calmly replied, “Learn your fucking place; will you? This is all about your wife; giving her what she wants.”

He stood and extended a hand to Lynda, “Come, my little slut. Your cuckold husband will be staying here with Jeffery while the rest of us have a play date in my suite. Jeff will explain the rules to you, Cuck; listen to him.”

My wife willingly walked away with the three men, mouthing ‘I love you,’ while I sat, broken-hearted and despondent over her departure.

“Why such a long face?” Jeffery asked, “Your wife is having a ball, just like you wanted, and she’s returning the favor. She knows you way better than you think. She told us how you love having your ass fingered and that you enjoyed having your junk shaved. She noticed how you even cleaned the hair from your legs after she shaved your cock, balls and ass. Your appearance is a bit unusual with your pony tail, ear rings, necklace and bracelets. And the biggest tell is you’re a cum slut. You like cum kisses from her after she’s sucked you off and you love eating her freshly fucked pussy. You really liked lapping out Mark’s load last night. All those things just don’t epitomize a straight man. I’m not saying you are gay. After all, you’re married and have been keeping a happy wife for twenty years; but you’ve always known you’re inadequate in the bedroom; right? Now, she knows it too,” he chuckled, “You know what they say about being careful what you wish for.”

“I think you’re one of those who could go both ways, like I do. It really is the best of all worlds. When you accept it, there are twice as many people in this world for you to play with. I’m a top. I like to fuck cute boys in the ass as much as I like fucking pussies. The group consensus, including your wife’s opinion, is that you are probably a feminine, sissy at heart; a sub, bottom boy. You’d like to be used and dominated; so don’t fight it, try it; just let it happen.”

“You think about it, and if our assessment is wrong, please accept my apologies and just get up and leave. Otherwise, you may call me Mr. Jeff, Master, or Sir. And be certain you treat all your wife’s bulls with the same respect. Now get me another cup of coffee, finish your breakfast, and we’ll leave here together,” he concluded.

I averted my eyes, looking down at my plate, my face flushed as I considered his words. I was confused and angry about his insinuation and embarrassed at the realization he was right. I really did want to let it happen and had never has such an opportunity. What better person to try it with than this stud. He was tall, thin, and handsome; and judging from the bulge, he had a big cock.

I finally responded, “How do you like your coffee, Sir?”

After breakfast, I followed Mr. Jeff as he led the way to the on-ship ladies lingerie shop. “I like my boys to look feminine. You may help me choose a few items, and you can model them back at your room for me. Do you like natural or black stockings?”

I didn’t answer, but ***********ed a pair of “Pepi Long Stockings” alternating pink and white thigh-high socks. “Can I have these instead?” I asked.

“Very nice; cute,” Tom said, “They really fit your personality. Now how about some panties?”

With his help, I found a pair of pink, silky, thong panties with black lace trim and matching ribbon bow on front. It had a little bit larger front area than most. I thought maybe I could hide my cock and balls in them, at least when flaccid. While Jeff ***********ed some facial makeup, I wondered through the shop and stumbled across some leather choker collars. Jeff caught me admiring a one-inch wide, black, jeweled model. “You like that; don’t you?” he asked as he took it from me and added it to the basket. I didn’t want to admit it, but my dick was rock hard, thinking about wearing these girly things.

While I paid the clerk, Mr. Jeff answered his phone, then held it so only I could see the screen. “Looks like your wife is having fun,” he said, “This isn’t as good as being there, but Mark wants you to see what a great time she’s having.” My little wife was on her knees, being spit roasted. Tom fucked her from behind while John, the other black man, was on his knees in front of her feeding his cock into her mouth.

“Sir…Sir…Sir!” the clerk repeated, handing me my ship card and a pen to sign to the purchase receipt.

“Yeah, he saw it,” Jeff said into his phone, “We’ll see you later,” and he hung up.

“Oh, fuck! Mr. Jeff, I’ve just got to be part of that. It’s so fucking hot seeing my little wife being used like that. I’m so hard right now. Can’t we go there right now?” I begged.

“Later; I promise,” he replied, “but for now, you go to your suite and put your new things on. I’m going to my room to get something else for you and will join you. No starting without me!”

Before that day, I’d only secretly dreamed of cross dressing, a fantasy that haunted me, but one I never really intended to fulfill. Now, with my wife surrendering to her wild side and her permission and encouragement for me to do the same, I figured; why not? I put on my girly, thigh-high, pink and white socks, pink lace panties, and my “sex slave” collar. Knowing who was knocking on my door, I answered it wearing nothing else.

Mr. Jeff entered, took a seat and demanded, “Come stand in front of me and pull down your panties.” Déjà vu; just like my wife did to me before shaving my pubes.

For the first time, another man was fondling my dick. I boned up immediately. He snapped a hinged cock ring around my hard cock and tight balls. ‘Hot!’ I thought; then he shocked me by pushing a matching chrome cage with a sprinkler tip over my erection.

“What the fuck is that?” I asked.

“Something you’re going to wear for the rest of the cruise. I’ll give the key to your wife, and after the cruise, she may decide to let you out of it. It will always be her prerogative to release you or keep you confined. I’ll explain that if she ever lets you out because you asked, she’ll lose control. It must always be totally her decision with no input from you, so I’d suggest you never beg for release.”

As he spoke, he kept pushing on my hard cock, forcing it to deflate or retreat into my body until the cage mated with the cock ring, then he placed a small pad lock on it. “There, get used to it. Your cock is now even more useless.”

“That’s not cool!” I cried out, “How the fuck am I supposed to get off? I still want to fuck my wife. She can’t even suck it now. Hell, I can’t even stroke it! Fuck! I can’t even get hard in this! It’s not even two inches long!” I ranted.

Mr. Jeff just laughed, “No one wants you because of your dick, so caging is no loss to anyone except you. It’s a sacrifice you have to make to please your wife and her bulls. Besides that, it makes you very appealing to people like me who just want you for your ass. You’ll just have to learn new ways to get off. You creamed your pants at the bar last night without stimulation; right? We all had a good laugh about that when Mark told us. I’m going to give you some new sensations that might make you nut; we’ll see. So stop whining and pull your panties up. Let me put some makeup on that face. We’ll make you pretty.”

As he painted my face, he had me paint my fingernails; midnight blue. Later, he’d give my toenails the same treatment while I took out my ponytail and brushed my hair. As I waited for my painted toenails to dry so I could put my stockings back on, he explained how he was going to use me.

“That’s exciting, Mr. Jeff,” I responded after listening to him, “but you’re not going to fuck me. I’ve never had more than two fingers in there, and can’t possibly take your cock.”

He just laughed. “You do know that your wife took Mark in her ass; right? You think her ass wasn’t as small and tight as yours? If you want to watch her in action, you’re first going to take my nut in your ass.”

As I pulled my stockings on, Jeff stepped back, smiled and said, “You’re gorgeous! Look in the mirror.”

I didn’t recognize myself. He was right, I was really pretty as a girl.

“One finishing touch for you,” he said as he pulled a shiny, sliver bracelet from his pocket and placed it on my right ankle, over the top of my striped stockings. “I understand one of these was the impetus of this whole scenario. It’s fitting you should wear one. It doesn’t have quite the same meaning for men who wear them, but no straight guy would be caught dead with it. And dressed as you are, you’re likely to be propositioned by guys looking for real pussy. You’d have a little surprise for them; wouldn’t you!” he exclaimed with laughter. “Just wear it all the time, my little slut boy.”

He led me to the bed where we lie together, rubbing against each other. For the first time in my life, I actually kissed another man, intimately, and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. He pushed my head down, “Suck it!” he demanded.

It was another first for me, but I didn’t resist. I wrapped my fist around the thick shaft and pulled down, completely exposing the bulbous head, then eagerly engulfed it. I found the feel and taste was thrilling. It was warm and plump, filling my whole mouth. I could taste precum as I stroked and sucked. I’d had my first taste of another man’s cum last night when I cleaned my wife, but now I wanted it direct from the spigot. “Feed me!” I told him, and returned to sucking his cock as best I knew how.

“Later, bitch,” he replied. He pulled my panties off and told me, “Get on your knees, head down, ass up; and don’t arch our back. Keep your chest pressed against the mattress and rock your hips back so that boy pussy is pushed out toward me. Reach back here and spread those buns.”

He leaned forward and licked my hole, flicking it with the stiff tip that he later pushed right into me, then he worked a lubed finger in followed by another. Before long, he was stretching me open with three fingers. Spontaneous moans of pleasure escaped from my throat.

“You ready?” he asked, as if it made any difference, “Don’t try to run, boy. You stay in place and take it. I’m going to fuck you.”

I felt the hot, blunt head of his cock press against me. The moment was here. My heart pounded. We were past the point-of-no-return. It was going to happen.

“Relax,” he directed, “Push out a little, like you’re trying to poop; your hole will open...that’s it…that’s it,” he encouraged as my ass slowly stretched to accommodate him. He held his cock in place with his fist and pushed harder.

It really burned so I rose up on my elbows and rocked forward to get away. He slapped my ass; hard. “You push that ass back here boy, and don’t you fucking try that shit again!” I gritted my teeth and did as instructed. Then it happened; the entire head of his big cock popped through my tight ring of flesh and was trapped inside. “Good boy,” he said. He slapped my hands away from my ass. “I’ve got this,” he told me as he grabbed me by the hips and pushed in another inch. He pulled out a bit, then repeated with deeper penetration. When fully impaled, he pushed forward while pulling me on, holding me in place on the thick base of his cock. We both enjoyed the fit.

“Oh fuck, Sissy, you’re so tight. This is awesome. I love fucking virgins! Take it bitch!” he moaned, and he began humping me in earnest. Every time he plunged in, he pressed against something deep inside that caused intense pleasure.

“Shit! That feels so weird, but good! You’re doing something to me inside and it feels so good!” I moaned, “Oh fuck!” I moaned, “I’m cuming!” and thick, long ropes of cum dripped from the sprinkler tip of my cock cage.

“Told you!” Jeff screamed as he slammed in hard, fully impaling me and holding me in place with a firm grip on both hips. I felt his cock pulse in my hole and knew each time it happened, a gusher of cum was spurting into my ass.

“Oh yeah, Master, fill me! Cum in my ass!” I cried out as I pushed back to get it all.

He finished and fell off to the side. I collapsed next to him. We lie there a few minutes cuddling and recovering before he told me to clean him up. I tried to get up to get a wash cloth but he grabbed me by the arm, “Where the fuck are you going you little cum pig? Do it with your mouth. Lick it all clean, and don’t forget my ass hole.”

When I finished, he told me, “Put your panties back on, and try not to let the cum leak out. We’re going to see your wife and I want her to see that you’ve been a good boy. You can put your other clothes on over the top. And fix your makeup. You want to be a pretty boy when we get there.”

As we walked down the hall, Mr. Jeff directed, “Dude, think feminine! No stomping! Little steps, let your hips swing! Think about how a hot girl might flaunt her stuff for your attention and do that. You’re hot, and very passable. Fuck, dude, the other guys may even want a piece of that ass.”

I received a few wanton glances from the men we passed, some doing a double take. It was exhilarating and encouraged me to play the role to the fullest. When we reached Mark’s suite, Mr. Jeff told me to take off my shirt and shorts before he knocked.

“Someone might see me!” I objected.

“True, someone might. But I don’t see anyone in the hall right now, so if I were you, I’d hurry and strip. I want you looking the part when the door is opened.”

I quickly pulled off my shirt and stepped out of my shorts, handing them to Mr. Jeff. I stood there at the door, bare assed in my little pink thong. He waited a full minute or more before we saw a couple coming up the hallway. I looked at him pleadingly. He just smiled. “Caught; aren’t you?” he laughed, “Smile.”

I covered my non-existent tits with my hands. Dressed as I was, it and my small bulge instead of a camel toe, were the only giveaways of my true gender. I smiled and greeted them. They just giggled and smiled as they looked me over and kept moving. Finally, Mr. Jeff knocked and Mark opened the door.

“Look what the fuck is here!” he exclaimed when he saw me, “Fucking Cuck is in full-blown sissy mode! Look at your little bitch hubby, Lynda!”

All eyes were on me as I walked in. The guys all clapped, whistled and laughed. I flushed with embarrassment as my wife, naked like everyone in the room, propped herself up on her elbows for a look.

“Oh honey, this is better than I hoped. You really let go; didn’t you! I’ve always known you were different. It’s part of why I love you so much; and I’m so fucking happy you are doing this. Wow! You look great! You make me jealous! Come here, baby!” she invited me to the bed where she was flanked by John and Tom.

“I saw you on the phone for a minute while you were doing these two. It made me so hot I almost cumed my pants again,” I told her as I got between her spread legs on my knees. “Oh my god, you’re full!” I told her as I dropped down to lap her creampied pussy.

“Look at this!” Jeff said as he worked my panties off, “You may let it out now,” he told me.

“Holy Shit!” Mark exclaimed as he spread my cheeks to release the full cum load, “Little Cucky bitch has been fucked hard and pumped full!”

“Give him some more, Mark, fuck my husband’s ass!” Lynda panted as she neared orgasm from my licking.

“Not my thing,” Mark replied.

“Please, Mark,” my wife pleaded, “I want him to know what it’s like to take that monster cock. He’s eating your load from my pussy and I want him to take it in his ass too. Please Mark, for me, fuck my husband’s ass!”

The big black man relented. “What the fuck,” he said, “he looks just like a girl from the back.” He straddled my cum lubed ass and pushed his huge cock right in. It hurt like hell, but I was determined to take it. I was surprised when, after a couple of minutes, I was doing it again, “Fuck, I cried, I’m cuming!” It actually pushed Mark over the edge. He pushed in all the way and I felt him pulse as he nutted in my ass.

“That was fucking hot,” Jeff commented as Mark withdrew. As his cock popped out, a big gush of cum spurt from my ass.

“Okay, Cuck, it’s time for us to fuck your wife again,” Mark told me. “I need a minute to recover, but you may choose any other cock in the room to be the next to fuck her. Just make your ***********ion and suck it till it’s nice and hard for your wife.”

We spent the better part of the day, and the following five days, taking great pleasure in satisfying the needs of these four studs. When we returned home, Lynda made a point of flaunting her body and advertising her availability with the ankle bracelet. Because of our children, we had to be careful. She often found daytime trysts away from home but always returned with a full pussy for me. When she could find the right guy, she’d treat me by bringing him home or taking me along for a three-way. Every three or four weeks, she’d uncage me for a shave and always followed with a blow job; but never a fuck.

Mark kept in touch and once even sent plane tickets so we could visit him and his friends at his home in Miami for the weekend. When spring was nearing, we received an envelope from him and assumed it was more plane tickets. It turned out to be a spring-break vacation for our daughters and son; a seven-day Caribbean cruise. He promised he and his friends would take good care of them.

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