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The BBC Club! By Tina Majors (55 Pages)
🕑 Added 2021-08-12 03:23:08 +0000 UTCTHE BBC CLUB!
Written by Tina MajorsConcept by Devin Dickie
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THE BBC CLUB!
Written by Tina MajorsConcept by Devin Dickie
Chapter One
I’ve always considered myself to be a super-lucky guy. Like, seriously. I mean, I scraped into business school by the skin of my teeth and then somehow lucked out on getting an internship at a multinational accountancy firm that just so happened to be looking for a new hire, so it was easier for them to take me on than cast the net wider.
Oh, and on my first day as a full-time employee I just so happened to meet Monica... the woman who would go on to become my wife.
Really, out of everything you could consider lucky that had happened to me, meeting and marrying Monica was by some distance the most fortuitous. She was an absolute eye-popping knockout... 5’4” of pure dynamite in fact. She had the perfect combination of naturally wavy chestnut brown hair and the kind of bright blue eyes that you could pick out a mile away. Her high cheekbones perfectly accentuated her ruby red lips, full and naturally plump.
Oh, and if that wasn’t enough...
Monica’s breasts were the kind that you’d honestly only think existed in either your fantasies or over on the hottest Instagram accounts. They were big, bombastic, and came in at a
perfect 34FFF. The fact that the rest of her frame was so perfectly petit and toned just highlighted them even more.
Trust me, the fact that I was able to see them every day both at home and at work never grew old. I knew that other men looked, of course they did. But Monica was a pretty traditional, Waspy kind of girl. She dressed pretty conservatively at work, and certainly never flirted with other men.
All throughout high school and college she had played lacrosse, tennis, and was a highly effective swimmer too despite her relative lack of height. So... brains, beauty and athleticism too.
Monica had it all.
I wasn’t quite as physically impressive, that was for sure. At 5’5” I could at least claim to be an inch taller than her, something we often joked around about... especially when she put her heels on and suddenly began to tower over me. My body wasn’t exactly powerful, my slim frame actually looking more like a super-toned female body. You know, smooth stomach, pert little bubble booty, slender legs and arms.
Put it this way, I was never going to be entering myself into any bodybuilding or white-collar boxing contests, that was for sure. If anything, my personal interests definitely leaned more into the feminine side.
I’d always been fascinated with women’s panties, lingerie, that kind of thing. I had a small dick... barely three and a half inches long, including my foreskin, and two inches around the circumference. I would imagine myself wearing panties, being mocked and humiliated by the cheerleaders, furiously jerking myself off over these fantasies as I played them out relentlessly, over and over. This had been going on since college, but I had never really done anything about it other than occasionally steal the odd pair of panties from the communal laundry room.
There was something about the way the felt and looked on me that I found incredibly exciting. But, not wanting to let myself get drawn into something I couldn’t handle, I had kind of made a determined effort to forget about that feminization fantasy and put it to the back of my mind.
This had worked for a while, to a certain extent, but the desire to put myself in panties had been getting harder and harder to fight. I wasn’t exactly crushing it at work, my concentration wavering and my motivation doing the same as I witnessed Monica climb over me in the pay-scale and secure a pretty big promotion. This led to thoughts of wearing panties returning, feminizing myself... daydreams that ended up with me giving in to my urges and secretly trying on Monica’s panties when she was out on a date with her girlfriends or working out at her new gym.
Lacy black thongs...
Red, super-high-cut athletic panties...
A lime green crotchless pair...
These were my favourites but there were just so many in
her closet to choose from. I knew though that I had to keep it a secret, that Monica wouldn’t want to imagine the thought of being married to some kind of panty wearing beta male.
I did a good job too, always making sure to never spill a single drop of cum inside them, placing them back exactly where I found them in her panty drawer, ensuring that each time she returned to the house I was in the middle of some task or activity that wouldn’t give her a single pause for thought to question what I had been up to while she was out.
Or so I thought.
What I hadn’t banked on was just how observant Monica could be... and just how far she was willing to take things in order to prove to me that she was less conservative and more open minded than I had always assumed.
Chapter Two
The workout class had been pretty intense. I had joined a new programme that was focussed on high intensity training, the idea being to lose some extra pounds I was carrying, rather embarrassingly, around my chest and ass.
I mean, I was slim overall but... having little man-titties and a squidgy bubble butt wasn’t exactly the most masculine thing, was it? Monica had never commented on it either way, but for me I was always a little hung-up on it, seeing all the other alpha guys in the gym, or when we were out partying at the club.
But, anyway, the workout was good, and I was feeling pretty hyped from it too. So, when I parked the car and walked back into the house, I was ready to flex my new-found confidence in Monica’s direction - especially as she had looked particularly hot at work that day. Despite her usually safety-first clothes, her white blouse was simply unable to hide the sheer size and scale of her titties; the way it was tucked into her skin-tight grey pencil skirt had put me on high-alert horniness each and every time I caught a glimpse of her.
However, as I opened the front door and called out her name, I had that unmistakable sinking feeling; you know, the
kind where your instinctive sense just tells you that something is up?
“Monica? Babe, where are you?” I said, my heart racing, inexplicably so. “Hey, you need to check me out, I nailed my PBs across all the categories this evening. Monica?”
Total silence.
I looked over at the kitchen table and could see her brand-new Gucci bag, her keys with the unmistakable Mercedes logo that came as part of her promotion-gifted company car.
She was definitely home... but where, and why the silence?
“Babe? What’s going on?” I said, walking up the stairs and seeing the light on in the bedroom.
Was she... waiting for me?
Was going to be a... sexy surprise?
As I entered the bedroom, my heart racing with
excitement at the possibility of what I was walking into, I suddenly stopped, freezing at the sight of Monica, still in her work clothes, sitting on the bed...
Three sets of her panties laid out next to her.
Immediately, I knew exactly what this was about. But, on the slightest chance that I could wriggle my way out of it, I instinctively tried to deny all knowledge, play as dumb as I could.
But Monica wasn’t having any of it...
“Justin, it’s okay, please don’t lie to me,” she said, arching her eyebrow slightly as she listened to my protestations of innocence. “Honestly, it’s fine. I’m cool. Honey, so you like to try out my panties. So what? Maybe... it could be something fun for us to do together?”
I was blushing hard at this point.
I mean, her response was taking me by surprise to be honest. I hadn’t expected that she would ever be so... understanding. But part of me was also a little suspicious too, she was being so understanding it was almost like she was setting me up in some kind of trap. As I stood there and watched her pick up the pink thong with the frilly waistband and see-through pink mesh at the front, I felt my dick hardening...
“So... you like this pair then?” Monica said, giggling a little as she saw me instinctively move my hands over the front of my pants, like some naughty, horny teenager who had been caught staring at his teacher’s cleavage in class. “Why don’t you take your sweats off and try them on for me? Go on, don’t be shy. You’re my husband, I want to see you happy.”
“I, um, I don’t know...” I replied, trying to regain my composure, but struggling as Monica stood up from the bed, the panties in her hand, and walked over to me. “Are you... sure?”
Monica hushed me, her perfectly manicured finger pressing down on my lips as she squatted down and loosened
my sweatpants, pulling them down and taking my boxers with them too.
“Looks like your little winky is looking forward to this,” she teased, gently tapping my now rock-hard dick, all three and a half inches twitching as it pointed straight up. “Now, one foot in at a time please.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening.
As I stepped into the panties, the feeling of the tight, ultra-soft material being pulled up my legs was almost too much to handle. I gasped as Monica gently pulled them up and over my dick, tucking the waistband over the top of my dickhead and ensuring that my balls were neatly tucked in too.
“Cute, very cute,” she said, smiling, watching my face turn a bright red colour, the excitement and clear discomfort I was feeling rendering my totally submissive. “Now, try not to make your little mess in them, won’t you?”
I nodded, still unable to talk.
“Aren’t you going to say thank you?” Monica teased, running her hands over my t-shirt, gently squeezing my nipples. “Not all wives would be so... accommodating. But you can trust me, this really doesn’t change a thing.”
“T-t-t-t-thank you,” I said, still not even close to being comfortable in this situation, but at the same time feeling a sense of liberation from not having to keep this a secret from Monica anymore. “Seriously, I...”
Before I could finish speaking, Monica pulled the front of the panties down and underneath my balls. She smiled a wicked smile and told me to turn around, twirl for her. I did as she asked, my hard dick shaking from side to side as I put myself on display for her...
“I think I’m going to...” I stuttered, totally flustered as the sensation of prancing and spinning for her in just a pair of panties was proving too much. “Please, can I...”
“Jerk that stiff little worm for me,” Monica said. “Show me how much you love my panties, how much your ickle-dickie loves the feel, the sensation of the material on your skin, how much... oooh, there it is!”
Monica laughed as the cum flew out of my dick and onto the floor beneath. I was almost out of breath, the adrenalin of the moment doing something to me that I hadn’t really experienced before, not even when I was by myself and playing with her panties.
This was something else.
Something way more intense.
I looked at Monica to try and judge her reaction. She
seemed to be supportive, but I knew that when it came to certain things, she was very good at playing her cards close to her chest. This was something I knew from work, and clearly a skill she could utilise in her personal life too.
“Now, get yourself cleaned up and get that little body of yours downstairs,” she said, showing little emotion as she turned away and walked out of the room. “We’ll talk more about this over dinner. I’ve ordered in some jerk from the new Caribbean fusion place I’ve been recommended. I cannot waitto try it.”
So, first me in panties and then a new-found interest in tasting Caribbean food? This was a side to Monica I didn’t know existed.
The only question was...
What was next?
Chapter Three
The Caribbean food was pretty good. Monica actually liked it more than me, and the way she was devouring each of the taster pots was something else... her appetite for experimentation had clearly been enhanced by her panty discovery.
The rest of the evening was pretty much the usual. Three episodes of the latest show we had been immersed in, the standard homemade popcorn, salted and sweet, and a couple of glasses of wine. Monica was definitely more of a drinker than me, or more precisely – was able to handle her drink better. It
wasn’t like she didn’t get drunk or anything, but she was just able to keep control better, often actually getting pretty bossy and even on occasion slightly aggressive.
But chilling at home with a nice bottle of red this wasn’t really an issue. However, the conversation did start to loosen up a little and I knew exactly in what direction Monica wanted to take it...
“So, Justin, let’s talk about... my panties,” she said, her hand resting on my upper thigh. “You know now that you don’t need to hide it. So... why not try something extra? Something fun.”
“Oh, right, yeah, I guess,” I said, a little nervous, still not comfortable with Monica having had such an insight into my most private of fantasies. “What were you thinking?”
“So how about we get you your own set of panties?” she said, squeezing my thigh and moving her hand over my crotch. “Maybe you can wear them underneath your regular clothes? Would you like that?”
I smiled, blushing in embarrassment as she ran her finger up and down the front of my pants, tracing over my dick, now hard again.
“I could shave your legs sometime too, if that’s sounds good?” Monica added, her eyes fixed on me, taking in my reaction. “I want you to have the fullest experience you can.”
I cautiously agreed, and the conversation went back to the series we were watching and whether or not we should get into another episode.
But as the series continued on into the latest episode, I couldn’t focus at all. My mind was just spinning with the possibilities for what this could all mean.
Sure, Monica said she was cool with this, but everything I knew about her kind of told me otherwise. I guess I just had to take her at her word, I mean what else could I do? Call her a liar? Try and catch her out? No, that wouldn’t have been a very generous thing of me to do. She was my wife, she was showing understanding and making an effort. This was good.
I mean, a situation where I got to openly wear panties every day? That was more than good... that was superb. After all, it would just be our little secret.
The two of us.
Husband and wife.
With the weekend still ahead of me, I went to bed that
night feeling energised, excited, and open to a whole new world of possibilities.
Chapter Four
“Well, are you ready?” Monica said, two weeks later, the pair of us fresh from our Saturday morning 5KM run and both naked in our twin shower. “I want to finally get those slim legs of yours nice and smooth.”
I nodded.
Sometimes I really couldn’t believe I had managed to land myself such an incredibly hot wife. That feeling was never clearer than when we showered together. There was something about the sight of her naked body, her bodacious curves and tight, toned physique working their magic as the hot water blasted down all over her.
Her nipples were hard, the kind of stiffness that was impossible to ignore, in fact. I felt my dick twitching, the blood flowing right to it at double-quick speed as Monica gently shook
her chest, her heavy breasts bouncing around as she reached up to the shelf for her disposable razor.
It wasn’t just her titties that were catching my eye, but her booty was looking especially big too. Or rather, it was looking like she had been putting the time in at the gym, its shape definitely getting more defined, more substantial, the kind of booty that wouldn’t have looked out of place on Keeping Up With The Kardashians or in a viral TikTok dance.
“Okay, eyes off my tits and ass, and present those legs for shaving,” Monica said, squirting some of her shaving gel over my legs and efficiently moving her razor up and down, eliminating the fair hair from my legs like a true professional. “Hmmm, so what about a little trim around here too?”
She pointed the razor in the direction of my pubic hair.
“I, um, I don’t mind,” I said, feebly, not wanting to push her too far but deep down knowing how thrilling it would be for her to shave some of my pubic hair.
“Good, let’s make a cute little landing strip for you,” Monica said, squirting the shaving gel and yet again showing expert precision in removing the vast majority of my pubic hair and leaving a thin, vertical strip of hair in its place. “I’ll trim that down with scissors too, get it nice and minimal. Hey, we’ll be matching!”
I felt my cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and excitement. Maybe this was going too far now? But, with
Monica in control, I figured I would let her do her thing, show me how supportive she could be, and let the situation die down a little afterwards.
It wasn’t just the leg shaving thar Monica was open to. She had continued to go with the flow and show an interest in my newly revealed interests for the couple of weeks since her discovery. I almost couldn’t believe that she was so open and generous about the whole thing. I mean, I can’t honestly say I would have been so accommodating had she had dropped something like this on me, but then again Monica was made of sterner stuff.
As she liked to remind me, someone on her rapidly accelerating career trajectory had to be open-minded and a bit of a free thinker.
Anyway, as I began to wear panties at home on pretty much a daily basis, I felt myself get more confident in expressing myself. I was less shy about walking around the bedroom in her matching red lace bra and panty set, parading up and down on our soft, luxuriously carpeted floor, the feeling of the lingerie on my body setting off just about every sense in my body.
I even asked Monica to use her vibrator on me, getting her to run it up, down, and in between my smooth legs, over my bra, and back down towards the hard, small, bump at the front of my panties.
She did everything I asked.
It was all so good, so enjoyable, that I didn’t even consider that I might be pushing her too hard, too fast, too soon.
Still, she had just given me a full shave with a perfectly neat and trim pubic shave too, so I wasn’t about to complain or question what was going on in her mind.
The kind of straight-talking lady she was, I figured if she had a problem, she would tell me.
Anyway, as we dried off and walked into the bedroom, Monica presented me with a pair of her comfy designer leisure panties. Cut super-high on the hips, the snug material was super soft and figure hugging – and exactly the kind of panties I loved to see her in too.
In fact, I had actually worn these panties a few times before and even on one occasion not been able to stop myself cumming in them, leading to a very panicked attempt at washing them myself and sneaking them back in the drawer.
But, as I was reliving this moment, hiking them up higher on my hips, losing myself in the moment as I twirled a little in the mirror, I caught something out of the corner of my eye...
It was Monica.
Or more specifically, it was the look on her face.
I didn’t know how to describe it as anything other than
disgust, or even contempt. I suddenly stopped checking myself out in the mirror and turned to face her.
“Is everything okay, honey?” I said, aware of how ridiculous I must have looked saying that, my shaved legs and ultra-tight panties making me look like the least masculine husband ever.
“Um, yeah, it’s fine,” Monica said, her voice a little cold, distracted. “You just caught me with my mind wandering, that’s all. No big deal. Hey, how about a dinner date tonight?”
“Yeah, great,” I replied, happy to change the subject. “Shall I call and book a table at Revue?”
“Revue? Really?” she replied, a little scornfully. “Leave it to me, I can get us a table at Cressida, a contact at work gave me the lowdown and apparently it does the best katsu curry in the city. You just leave it all to me. I’ll take care of everything.”
With that, Monica turned and walked out of the bedroom, her breasts leading the way, her booty following closely. Suddenly, I was all alone in the bedroom, my dick soft and neatly tucked away inside her panties almost as if it didn’t exist anymore.
Something had definitely changed.
The vibe was different, there was no doubting that at all. Still, at least I had a meal at Cressida to look forward to.
However, what I didn’t realise was that Monica had been givenway more food for thought than I could have ever comprehended...
Chapter Five
The rest of the day was spent doing our own thing, which was probably for the best in truth. I caught up on my fantasy football league and worked through a couple of episodes of a sci-fi show that I enjoyed but Monica really wasn’t into at all. Meanwhile Monica spent her time in the garden, reading and occasionally taking calls from her girlfriends as she sipped on a nice afternoon cocktail.
The fact it was hot outside and Monica was in nothing but her banana-yellow bikini of course meant that normally I would have been popping out to see her as often as I could. However, given the slight weirdness that had occurred earlier, I figured I should stay away, keep my distance.
Of course, I did manage to sneak a peek each time I went to the kitchen to make a drink or grab a snack. As her majestic body glistened in the hot sun, I found my eyes drawn to her titties, visibly sweating from the heat... two perfect mountains of pleasure.
It was as I was waiting for the coffee machine to pop out an espresso that I caught the tail end of a conversation she was having. I couldn’t quite make out what was being said, but the
somewhat conspiratorial tone suggested that something was going on.
I decided to put this to the test and called out and asked if Monica wanted a drink. I witnessed her put her hand over the phone and turn around, a slightly panicked look on her face as she attempted to gauge where I was, and potentially whether I had heard any other conversation.
“No, I’m good, thank you,” she shouted back, unaware that I could see her, then witnessing her giggling as she returned to her call.
As I walked away, I could hear reference to Biggie’s Black Club, a new hip-hop club that had opened a few weeks ago. I wasn’t so much into hip-hop, but I knew that Monica kinda was, and her group of friends certainly were.
Like, in a seriously big way.
Putting this out of my mind, I walked back into the living room and continued watching my show, but I just couldn’t resist looking up Biggie’s Black Club on Instagram, wanting to see what all the fuss was about, I guess.
As I scrolled through, I saw the usual photos of people partying, champagne bottles being delivered to tables in the VIP section, a selection of celebrity guests too... NBA and NFL stars, rappers, some reality TV stars. There was something else I couldn’t help but notice either. There was a pretty high proportion of white women to black men... and they were the
kind of super-curvy, busty women that if they’d been dressed a bit more conservatively, wouldn’t have looked that different to Monica.
Something about this made me suddenly very uncomfortable.
I put my phone down, turned it facing downwards, and immersed myself in my show. By the time the season finale had finished, I had well and truly forgotten about the earlier awkwardness with Monica, and the whole Biggie’s Black Clubthing too.
Now, my focus was on having a fun evening at Cressida, hopefully no more weird vibes between Monica and me, and then hopefully getting lucky when we got home later in the evening.
But, depending on which way you look at it, my luck was just about to run out...
Chapter Six
As we got ready for our evening out, Monica made a point of saying yet again how comfortable she was with my interest in panties, and crossdressing in general. It still seemed like quite a lot of effort for her, something about the reality of being married to a man who had my kind of interests in this area clearly didn’t truly sit all that comfortably with her.
I tried to bat it off, change the subject, but she was as determined as ever to get across her woke credentials...
“I’m thinking the pure-white silky panties with some sheer black pantyhose on top?” she said, striding around the bedroom in nothing but her own white thong with gold trim, her breasts looking huge, even by her standards. “I’ll take that silence as a yes then.”
She passed me the panties and pantyhose, turning away and letting me put them on in peace. I quickly grabbed my chinos and pulled them up over my smooth legs, the double combination of the panties and the pantyhose thrilling me, but also making me aware that I was entering new territory now.
Sure, Monica had mentioned me wearing panties to work, but this would be the first time I had gone out in public with them since my secret had been discovered.
We didn’t really talk about it as we drove to the restaurant, but on the whole journey there I couldn’t stop thinking about how I looked in those moments before I got my chinos on. I had feminine legs at the best of times, but the pantyhose had really emphasized their shape, how lean they were, how smooth. Not only that, they had also sculpted my ass further, really showing off my soft little bubble butt.
I wondered if anyone would notice in the restaurant?
Would anyone catch a glimpse and ponder what I might be wearing underneath my tight-fitting, fawn-coloured chinos?
“So... what do you think of BBC? Like the look of it?” Monica said, catching me off guard as I pulled into the restaurant and waited for the valet.
Wait, what?
BBC? As in big, black... cock?
What the hell was she talking about?
“I, um, I... what?” I replied, totally flustered and finding
myself blushing embarrassingly hard for some reason I couldn’t explain. “What are you talking about, Monica?”
Monica laughed, tossing her hair from side to side.
“As in... Biggie’s Black Club,” she replied. “I saw you’d been looking at it on your phone. What the hell did you think I meant... oh, right... you thought I meant that kind of BBC. Is it another secret thing of yours, like the panties?”
I quickly realised then that Monica had definitely had her fair share of cocktails that afternoon. Plus of course the glass of champagne before we left. Suddenly, the idea of spending the evening with her wasn’t looking so good if her sudden change in mood was anything to go by.
I realised it was a hopeless task to try and control her, so all I could do was simply hope and pray that once we got some food inside us Monica would calm down a little, sober up, and we could have a normal, incident-free evening. All I needed to do was to try and mange her just a little bit, enough to stop this escalating more than it needed to.
But with a complimentary bottle of champagne on the cards, I knew that task could well prove beyond me...
Chapter Seven
The free champagne did not last long at all. I tried to keep up with Monica in an attempt to stop her from drinking too much, but it was a losing cause from the start.
“Sweetie, you know you can’t keep up with me,” she said, arching her eyebrow and calling over the waiter. “Yes, another bottle. Don’t worry, my little man is paying.”
The waiter smiled, aware that Monica was making fun of me.
“Oh, don’t be so sensitive,” she said, noticing my embarrassment. “I mean, I guess a panty-boy is likely to have a lower tolerance to teasing though, right?”
Woah, this was getting out of hand.
Monica wasn’t making any attempt to keep her voice down either, and by the sounds of things, she was just getting started in revealing her true feelings...
“You know, it really made me see you in a whole new light,” she said, not caring one bit for what I thought, her tipsy belligerence coming on strong. “The sight of you shaved, wearing my skimpy panties, the pantyhose flattening your so-called bulge even flatter than normal. It was almost like you
didn’t have anything down there. Which isn’t exactly far off the truth, is it?”
“Monica! Please,” I begged, trying to keep my voice down but at the same time trying to get her to shut up. I didn’t have time to wonder if people were listening, but the tables weren’t exactly spaced far apart so I couldn’t take the risk. “Why don’t we change subjects? Tell me how your new workout regime is going?”
Monica took a sip of champagne and rolled her eyes.
“Not so fast, sissy,” she laughed. “You don’t get to steal my panties, try them on and make your little sticky mess in them and then just act like nothing happened. I shaved your little landing strip for a reason, to see whether you’d resist, ask me to stop. But no. The next thing I know, you’re twirling and prancing like a little fem-boy in front of our bedroom mirror. Call yourself a man? It’s no wonder you’re stuck at work and I’m the one getting the promotions.”
This was getting serious, and definitely going way too far for my liking. I knew I needed to do something, anything, that would stop Monica in her tracks.
But what?
“Shall we talk about this at home?” I pleaded, feeling myself beginning to sweat as Monica simply ignored me and carried on letting loose with her true feelings.
“At home? Where I can see you and your little clitty-dick looking all pretty in a pair of my panties?” she said, her tone of voice scornful and getting dangerously loud. “Maybe I’ll grab your little dick and balls and give them a squeeze, have fun watching you squirm and beg for mercy. It’s not as is they’re big enough to give me pleasure in any other way, is it? I said is it?”
“No, sorry, I know, please, Monica,” I begged, the sincerity and desperation in my voice seeming to calm her down a little. “Surely we can talk about this. I’m happy to wind the clock back, forget about this whole thing. I mean the panties were just a phase, it’s not the real me at all.”
“Whatever,” Monica replied, finishing off her main course. “Okay, let’s forget about it. For now.”
Relieved, I smiled and finished my main course too. We ordered desert and it was so good that it almost made it feel like Monica’s outburst had never happened. The conversation pretty much got back to normal, and I listened as Monica gave me the lowdown on some changes that would be coming in at work and how there might even be an opportunity for me to climb the latter a little bit, on the proviso of course that she was successful in another promotion.
“You see, I’ve always got your best interests at heart,” she said, putting her hand across the table and placing it down on my hand. “You’ll always be my special little guy, no matter what.”
We closed out the meal with some iced mineral water and despite my obvious embarrassment at the waiter dealing exclusively with Monica when it came to paying the bill, we got up and left the restaurant and decided on walking around the neighbourhood and taking in the sights and sounds of Saturday night as a nice way of working off the calories.
Then, just as we turned the corner and were eyeing up a late opening coffee spot that we’d been meaning to try out for a while, we heard voices calling out to us...
“Monica! Justin! Guys, over here!” came the calls from across the road. Turning, I saw that it was Cadence and Cassie. They were two of Monica’s good friends, and the three of them together usually spelled one thing... trouble with a capital T.
We crossed the road to meet them and within seconds it was clear that Cadence and Cassie were having a wild night so far, and had more fun planned too.
I stood quietly and checked out my phone as the three of them immediately began gossiping and laughing amongst themselves. I couldn’t help but sneak a few looks at just how hot both Cadence and Cassie were looking.
Both natural blondes, they had the kind of tall, Amazonian bodies that made them stand out in any crowd. Cadence had smaller titties than Monica, but more than made up for it with her tiny waist, huge apple booty, and long, powerful legs. Just like Monica, she was flying high in her career and was known as
being a woman who did not take any shit from anyone at all and was more than willing to trample all over her rivals if it meant sealing a big business deal.
I had always found her pretty intimidating, something that Monica would often tease me about but probably hadn’t quite realised the extent of my feelings over.
Cassie was a little shorter than Cadence, but still taller than Monica. Her and Monica had almost identical looking breasts though, the same naturally heavy, jiggling, eye-poppingly magnificent shape and size. Cassie wasn’t exactly career-minded, but she didn’t need to be given that her father was one of the richest men in the state. Her life was pretty much party after party, hanging out with a rotating cast of celebrities and having VIP access in pretty much any venue she wanted.
“I think Justin is having one of his quiet moments,” Cadence said, prompting laughter from the other two. “Maybe I should pick him up, toss him over my shoulder and give him a wake-up spanking?”
Monica laughed, knowing just how much this would embarrass me. Cadence was more than capable of picking me up like that, and on a couple of occasions had actually done it too.
“Go for it!” Monica said, taking me by surprise. “But be quick, he’s feeling a bit shy this evening. He might try and run away.”
Before I could even contemplate running, Cadence swarmed all over me and with total ease she lifted my 155lb frame and tossed me over her shoulder, bringing her hand down on my ass with some friendly, but very mockingly dismissive spanks.
“You’d be surprised what’s underneath those chinos tonight,” Monica said, taking a photo on her phone as Cassie walked over to join in the spanking. “I’ll give you a clue... it’s something way more shocking than a pair of red butt cheeks!”
I tried to wriggle free but felt Cadence clamp me down harder.
“Put me down, right now!” I said, my voice angry, the cheers and jeers of passers by adding to my sense of degradation. “Please, put me down now Cadence! Monica, tell her!”
“Oh, alright you little bitch,” Cadence said, putting me down. “Where’s your sense of humour gone, Justin? Jesus. I was only fooling around.”
I was too angry to say anything.
Luckily, Cassie stepped in and changed the subject.
“So, apparently the VIP at Biggie’s Black Club is going to
be absolutely off the chain tonight,” Cassie said, her titties
jiggling and exposed in her low-cut figure-hugging white dress. “And guess who has full access. No queueing. Straight up full VIP privileges.”
“That’s so kind, but we’re just going to head home,” I said, trying to kill this idea before it took off.
“Shut up, Justin,” Monica said, cutting me off. “That’s sounds superb, Cassie. Let’s do it!”
“But... what about just having an early night?” I said, trying to hide the desperation in my voice. “I thought we could go home and...”
“Ladies, excuse me a second,” Monica said, grabbing me firmly by the arm and marching me a few steps away from her friends. “Listen here, panty-boy. We’re going to the club whether you like it or not. And you’ll have a good time too, unless you want me to tell Cassie and Cadence your little secret. How does that sound?”
I looked over Monica’s shoulder and saw both Cassie and Cadence looking in our direction, not making any attempt at being subtle about the fact they were listening keenly, trying to catch what was being said.
This was a dilemma.
I really didn’t want to go to the BBC club, the fact I was wearing panties and pantyhose underneath just made my fear of being there even more heightened. But, on the other hand I
simply couldn’t risk that Monica would actually go ahead and spill my secret...
“Okay, I think little Mr Grumpypanties has had a change of heart,” Monica proclaimed, taking me by the hand and walking me back over to her friends like I was a naughty schoolboy. “Now, let’s hit the BBC!”
The three women laughed loudly and cheered.
All I could do was hope for the best and pray that I got out of there in one piece and with my dignity still intact...
Chapter Eight
The vibe in the club hit me the second we walked into the door. It was already full, almost bursting at the seams, the partygoers enjoying the music and the drinks clearly flowing.
“Okay, okay, let’s hit the VIP like right now?” Cassie said, clearly not wanting to mix with the regular club-goers. “Justin, you might have to pretend to be one of us girls? You know, if you want to get VIP access with us?”
“Oh, that might not be as tricky as you think,” Monica said, giggling to herself as she subtly grabbed my dick over the front of my chinos.
“What do you mean?” Cadence said, struggling to hear over the loud beats. “This isn’t something to do with that little secret you two were talking about?”
“Forget it, I promised hubby I wouldn’t say anything,” Monica shouted, pushing past me to walk with her BFFs. “Well, as long as he behaves himself I won’t anyway.”
She was loving every second of this, I could tell.
It was like now that her true feelings over my crossdressing desires had come to the fore, it was as if she was taking her anger and disappointment out on me, teasing and tormenting me right in front of her friends. Right now, I cursed the day I let my desires bubble back to the surface and raided her panty drawer.
But I didn’t have any time to feel sorry for myself.
Far from it.
As we entered the VIP room, I realised that things were only going to get tougher from here on in, and I’d better be ready for it.
“Be a honey and get the drinks in,” Cassie said to me, her plump lips shimmering with a glossy pink lipstick. “Tell them to put it on my account. Hurry up too, I’m thirsty!”
“You heard her, sissy,” Monica said, smiling wickedly as she turned away from me and walked with Cadence and Cassie towards a large corner booth that overlooked the dancefloor.
All I could do was follow Cassie’s instructions. The only problem though was that the bar area was packed – and not just that, it was packed by either seriously hot, curvy women or huge – and I mean seriously huge – men.
How the hell was I even going to get noticed, let alone served?
As I struggled to get served, or even get close enough to the bar to get seen, I looked back over towards the booth and saw Monica, Cadence and Cassie seemingly enjoying what looked like a very lively conversation. As the laughed and joked, I also noticed the way that several especially well-built black guys seemed to be circling their table, checking them out, stopping briefly to presumably try and put some moves on them.
This was turning into a total disaster, the idea of me not even able to get served while my wife and her friends were flirting with the most masculine alpha guys imaginable was too much.
“Excuse me? Do you want to order?” came the voice, the bartender finally noticing me as I was shunted towards the bar by a huge hand pressed against my lower back and the upper part of my ass.
I placed the order and gave Cassie’s details, the bartender telling me she would arrange for the drinks to be brought over. Relived, I turned around to see who the strong hand on my back and booty belonged to, but whoever it was, was gone.
I figured it was just some random guy doing me a solid.
Of course, I should have known that these things never quite play out so conveniently in real life.
Now my task was to negotiate my way across the packed VIP area and towards the booth. I hoped that this was the hardest part of the night over, and that once the drinks arrived, I would at least get some credit for that and things could return to some kind of normal.
But as I walked over, and to my total horror, I saw that not one, not two, but three big, strong, tattooed black guys were easing their way onto the opposite side of the booth. Monica and her friends weren’t stopping them, and they weren’t exactly looking troubled by the several other similarly ripped black guys who had now also taken their place around the perimeter of the booth.
It was looking like my nightmare night out was far from being over...
Chapter Nine
“Hey, um, what’s... going on?” I said, squeezing in on the edge of the seating, trying to get Monica to pay attention to me. “Um, hello?”
“Oh, you’re back,” she replied, not impressed. “We thought you’d got lost. Or got your ass kicked out of here!”
The table, men included, burst into laughter.
I felt totally humiliated.
It was one thing having Monica teasing me in front of her girlfriends, but in front of these strangers too? That was too much.
“Oh look, sissy has gone all shy,” Cadence said, reaching behind Monica’s shoulder and giving my neck a firm squeeze from behind, the strength of her grip totally unmistakable. “That’s right, I called you a sissy. Got a problem with that?”
I didn’t know what to say or how to react.
Had Monica spilled the details, or was Cadence’s use of the word sissy just a coincidence? Judging from the look on her face, and Cassie’s too, I really suspected that it was the former.
“Oh relax,” Monica said, dipping her fingers in her champagne flute and then pushing them into my mouth. “Girlfriends tell each other everything, eventually. Right?”
The three women high-fived and laughed raucously as I attempted to get up from the booth, only to find myself being pushed back down into the seat by a strong hand on my shoulder.
I looked up and saw the grinning face of Tyrike, who explained that it was his hand I felt at the bar...
“So, you going to thank me white-boy?” Tyrike said, towering over me, his gold grill on display and his tight, braided hair adding to the look.
“Thank you, Tyrike,” I said, my voice wavering a little, genuinely feeling very nervous at how this situation was beginning to play out. “Hey, Monica, you know, I might just leave. Get an early night?”
“Oh hell no,” she replied, a wicked glint in her eyes. “You’re staying with us, sissy. We’re going to have some fun with you tonight.”
“Shall we check out sissy’s dancing skills?” Cassie said, roughly taking my hand and lifting me to my feet. “Come on, let’s go on twerk our booties on the dance floor, see if we can get some serious attention from the biggest, roughest thugs in here.”
I felt like I had no choice, not least as I saw Tyrike clenching his fist, almost like a warning. So, as Cassie began to put her best moves on, grabbing my hips and waist and making me follow her each and every twerk and shake, I looked up at
the table and witnessed Monica and Tyrike sitting very close to each other, laughing and drinking, looking at me making a total idiot of myself.
Suddenly, both Cassie and I were surrounded by four men, their tight white vest tops underneath their black and purple silk shirts revealing their muscular, totally ripped upper bodies. I felt their hands on my waist, pushing and pulling me, squeezing my ass cheeks, grinding their crotches into me...
“So, you like it or not, Justin?” Cassie said, teasing her dance partner by running her hands over her exposed cleavage. “I know it’s scary to be handled like this, but once you let go, you’ll never look back you little slut.”
I couldn’t take it anymore, and quickly pulled away from the man and ran back towards the booth, much to everyone’s amusement.
“Tyrike, you think we should allow this kind of behaviour from our little pet?” Monica said. “Tell you what, why don’t you put him on your lap and let him have a little sip of champagne to calm him down.”
“Monica, I’m begging you,” I said. “Please, don’t do this.”
“No, this is all you honey,” she replied. “Tell me, how does it feel to be sitting on something so big, thick, and long?”
I was totally crushed.
The way Tyrike picked me up so effortlessly and put me back down on his lap was incredibly degrading, worse even than
when Cadence had picked me up and spanked me in the street. But I knew this wasn’t the end of it.
I could feel his dick pushing against my ass cheeks. It was enormous, like seriously bigger than I could comprehend. Judging from the look on Monica’s face, it was something that she had more than a little interest in too.
“Your white-boy has a cute little booty,” Tyrike said, bumping fists with his friends as they leaned in close to mock me. “Not as fine as yours of course, but pretty damn good all the same.”
As he poured champagne into my mouth, I felt myself desperately trying to reason with myself that this was just one situation I would have to tough out, get through at all costs and then forget about. One humiliating night at a club and then something I could put down to experience and safely put away in a mental file marked Don’t Ever Go Here Again.
But as the clock ticked on, it turned out that there was plenty of time left for further degrading developments.
Chapter Ten
As the car pulled into our drive, I felt my head spinning. Not from the alcohol, but from the rapidly escalating situation I found myself in.
It wasn’t just me and Monica in the car.
It was me, Monica, Cassie, Cadence, Tyrike and two of his friends too. Tyrike was driving, with Monica up front next to him, her hand having been wandering all over him as we made the twenty-minute drive from the club to our place. I was sitting squashed in the middle of the back seat, Tyrike’s two friends either side of me with Cassie and Cadence giggling and wriggling on their laps.
This was hell.
I had never felt so small and insignificant in my life. It was like I didn’t exist, except for the moments that Monica had decided to turn around and make fun of me, showing absolutely no mercy as she tormented me...
“Well, we’re home sissy,” she said as Tyrike put the car into park and turned the engine off. “Time for you to run on ahead and get some drinks ready. Oh, and you can get out of those silly male clothes too. Lingerie only for you now.”
“But-” I replied.
“No complaints or you won’t even have any lingerie to cover up that absolute joke of a thing you call a cock,” she replied, her tone harsh but with a strong hint of playful sarcasm
too. “Now, squeeze your way past the alpha bodies in the back and get that squishy tushy moving!”
To the sound of jeers and with several hands grabbing and pinching at me, I got out of the car and ran towards the front door. Fumbling with my keys, I got inside and made a direct line to the bedroom.
I didn’t know what to do.
How the hell was I meant to handle this?
I figured I could simply lock myself in the room, ride out
the rest of the night and try and reason with Monica when she sobered up in the morning. But then I remembered the threat of sheer menace from her new friends... they were the kind of men who had probably broken down more than one door in their lifetimes.
No, I would have to try and face up to the situation and play it as best I could.
I stripped my clothes off and decided that at least by keeping my pantyhose on I would be going some distance to protecting my modesty. I knew it would still be incredibly humiliating, but at least it was another layer... right?
I heard Monica and the girls entering the house, the deep, booming voices of the men following behind. I took a deep intake of breath and walked out into the kitchen and began to make up some drinks, trying not to put too much alcohol in them in an attempt to keep everyone as calm as possible.
“What is this shit, some watered down sissy drink?” Tyrike said spitting his Jack and Coke back into the sink. “Monica, you want me to teach this little bitch a lesson?”
I felt myself go weak at the knees, all the power draining out of my body as Tyrike and his two friends moved towards me, their muscles tensed and their masculine energy manifesting itself in an intensely scary way.
“Sure, show the sissy what happens when he fails to live up to his role,” Monica said, pouring some shots and handing them around. “Make him cry out for mercy. Nice and loud too, let’s see if we can wake up the neighbours.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
It was like Monica had fully transformed into an entirely different person over the course of a single day.
Tyrike and his friends picked me up and between them held me at their shoulder height, my body stretched horizontally.
I felt Tyrike reach between my legs and squeeze on my dick and balls. Letting out a long, hard squeal, I begged him to stop, my dignity nowhere to be seen...
“Sir, please, please, stop, I’m begging you,” I pleaded. “Awwww!”
His two friends squeezed and pulled on my nipples before beckoning the women over to have their fun too.
“No, no, please!” I cried out again as Cassie squatted down underneath me to get clear access to my nipples, pulling down on them as hard as she could, a wickedly mischievous grin on her face as she watched the look of pure pain on my face.
“I’ll stretch them until their as big and hard as mine!” she laughed, unhooking her dress and wriggling her way out of it. “Now, time to see what’s inside these pantyhose.”
“No, no, Monica please don’t let her!” I squealed, but to no avail as Cassie began to rip and tear at the pantyhose, taking them right off my body as the men continued to hold me in the air, totally vulnerable and incapable of defending myself. “Cassie, please don’t!”
At this point, Cadence stepped in and slapped me across the face, her steely look telling me more than words could. This was happening, whether I liked it or not.
“Ok boys, put him down, let’s see this sissy-girl dance for us,” Tyrike said. “I want to see that booty move for me.”
Stripped down to only my panties, I began to dance, moving awkwardly and prompting laughs and snorts of derision from not only the men, but the women too.
Tyrike wasn’t impressed.
“Okay, girls, I think you need to kick his ass now,” he said, taking a step back and sitting on the large sofa with his two friends. “Make it clear to him what a useless excuse for a man he is, break him right down, get him ready to serve.”
This was all the encouragement Monica, Cassie and Cadence needed. Before I knew it, they were pushing me, grabbing me, spanking me all over my ass and my legs. I felt powerless to stop them, and I knew that any kind of resistance could be met with serious consequences from Tyrike and his thugs.
“Okay, time to see the little winky in the flesh,” Monica said, pausing for a second, the look on her face telling me that she was about to have an idea for how to make this even more degrading for me. “Cadence, how about you lift him up by his panties until they tear off his body? Think you can do that, honey?”
Cassie giggled with delight.
Cadence simply smiled and took on the challenge with relish, her fingers immediately digging into my waistband and lifting me off my feet, the panties riding ultra-high in between my cheeks, the patch of material at the front squeezing painfully hard on my dick, making it almost feel as if it was going to go back inside my body.
“Higher!” Tyrike roared, the bulge in his own pants suddenly becoming more visible, scarily so in fact.
Then, as the material of my panties tore off and I collapsed to the floor, I felt truly exposed to them all. Monica hauled me up to my feet and held me by my hair, both Cassie and Cadence swatting away my hands as I attempted to cover my dick.
The men roared with laughter at the sight of my tiny little dick, even smaller due to the sheer terror I was experiencing. As their camera phones flashed, I noticed that Monica was now stripping too...
“You see, we’re matching!” she said, now naked and pointing at our identical thin strips of pubic hair. “Except, maybe my clitty is bigger than my husband’s?”
This prompted more laughter, but as humiliating as it was, it wasn’t anything like what was to follow. Cassie and Cadence were now naked themselves and removing the pants of the other two guys to reveal big, hard and pure-black dicks that were both at least ten inches and super thick too.
“Looks like it’s my turn now,” Monica said, grabbing me by my hair again and leading me over to Tyrike, roughly pushing me to my knees as she knelt too. “Let’s see what we’ll be working with here you little nerd. Now, you pull on one side and I’ll pull on the other.”
I couldn’t believe what I was doing.
I put my hands inside Tyrike’s designer sweatpants and along with Monica began to pull them down over his knees and towards his ankles. I looked up and saw the absolutely mind-bogglingly big snake that appeared to be wide awake inside his white Armani trunks.
“My turn,” Monica said. “You just make sure you keep your eyes wide open. I want you to see every inch, your first real
life experience of what a proper man’s dick should look like. You’ll understand then why yours just was never good enough, not really.”
As she pulled down his trunks, slowly but surely, I saw inch after inch of his thick, veiny, and unbelievably long dick reveal itself. There was something about the size, the colour, the potency of it that just had me transfixed, my mouth wide open...
“I think your husband just fell in love,” Cadence called out, her man’s hands all over her round, voluptuous ass. “I think he’s hungry...”
Monica smiled and pulled me in close by my ears, rubbing my face all over the length of Tyrike’s dick, then down over his heavy, enormous, and fully loaded balls too.
“Sniff it,” she said, spanking my ass and reaching down to my dick to give that an extra hard slap for motivation. “Sniff his musty, masculine smell and then I want to see you kiss every single inch of it. All ten inches.”
“Ten and a half actually,” Cassie laughed, her eye for dick-size coming from years of being a truly committed size queen.
I began to kiss his balls, the taste off-putting but at the same time totally addictive, moreish even...
“Leave sissy to it, get those big titties up here,” Tyrike said, Monica following his command without question and placing herself on his lap, her round booty above my face as the pair of
them began to kiss, Tyrike’s hands all over her titties, taking her sweet, pink nipples in his mouth and sucking on them, making her moan out in pleasure as I continued to kiss and like on my black conqueror’s enormous dick.
“Tyrike, I want you to fuck sissy in his little virgin ass for me,” Monica said, teasing him by pulling her nipples away and climbing off his lap. “Fill his ass up with your black cum, make him a real sissy slut for me please.”
Monica’s words made everyone stop what they were doing. Suddenly, I had an audience as Cassie, Cadence and their two black studs surrounded us and watched as Tyrike picked me up and held me above his dick.
“Girls, grab a leg each and spread them,” Monica said, paying no attention to the look of shocked silence on my face as I felt the tip of Tyrike’s bulbous, plum-sized dickhead pressing against my ass hole. “A little bit of this should do the trick.”
Monica squirted a copious amount of lube on Tyrike’s shaft and worked it in with her both of her hands, demonstrating the sheer size and scale of his manhood.
“Now don’t resist, just let it all in,” she instructed me, grabbing my face and squeezing my mouth, spitting into it and then stepping back to let Tyrike do his thing. “That’s it, let it all in, squeal the house down you little maggot-dicked snowbunny sissy. Look your black god in the eye as he stretches and fills that little loser hole of yours!”
As Tyrike’s shaft pushed inside me, I maintained eye contact as Monica instructed, my resistance finally well and truly broken.
“Now, bounce,” Tyrike said. “Bounce that soft little white-boy booty on your Black Daddy’s dick.”
I felt my body listening to his instructions and simply carrying them out. It was like his dick inside me was melting my brain away, the feeling of his stretching and filling me up had made me submissive, obedient, and ready to do whatever he asked...
“Pull on your nipples as you bounce,” Cadence said. “You’ll thank me later.”
I did as I was told and began to moan louder, my feminine groans prompting a mixture of insults, jeers and laughter from everyone. But I didn’t care, I was too lost in the moment.
“Okay, time to pump this white ass full of my juice,” Tyrike said, a sudden urgency in his voice as he gripped my small waist and took full control, bouncing me up and down as if I weighed less than a bag of feathers, my body totally compliant to his every wish.
As his grunts grew louder, I watched as Monica leaned across him and began to lick his nipples, bite on his ears, provide every extra level of stimulus she could to make his experience as sensual as possible.
Then with one final thrust downwards, I felt his hot, plentiful cum bust into me, the sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced before. As he left me planted on his dick, the last waves of cum shooting up inside me I felt something happen to me too...
“Sissygasm alert!” Cassie laughed, watching as my dick leaked out a comparatively pathetic amount of dribbling, white-boy cum.
“Cute or gross? I’ll let the internet decide!” Cadence laughed, leaning over to record my little cock make its mess everywhere.
“I think it’s... sweet,” Monica said, pushing me off Tyrike’s dick and taking her place again on his lap. “I’m sure little Justin is now going to enjoy watching the men put on a real show with us. Aren’t you may little cum-hungry slut?”
I nodded, my ass suddenly feeling empty without Tyrike’s monster dick inside it, his cum already seeping out and dribbling down my inner thighs onto the floor.
Tyrike beckoned me over and made me act as a footstool as he and Monica put their feet up and watched Cassie and Cadence present their bodies to be used by their men.
“Watch and learn sissy,” Monica said. “Tonight is just the beginning for you, me, and our new life together.”
As Cassie and Cadence each took huge dicks inside them, their bodies shaking and moving, working hard to please their
men, I watched on, the feeling of Monica’s and Tyrike’s feet on my back, and the knowledge that this wasn’t about my interest in crossdressing anymore, this was a whole new life, all the way in and with no boundaries.
Right now my reality was that I was a white sissy husband in a very modern marriage, and Biggie’s Black Club was about to become my home away from home as part of the deal too...
