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Sissy Cuckold Meets Wife’s Lover! By Throne (20 pages)
🕑 Added 2020-04-22 22:45:23 +0000 UTCSissy Cuckold Meets Wife’s Lover!
By Throne
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SISSY CUCKOLD MEETS WIFE'S LOVER
by Throne
"But why can't you just go out with him? I mean, why does Jake have to come into the house?"
My wife Tessa put her hands on her wide hips and gave me an impatient look. "Really? Would that be polite? To make him stand out front? I decided it's time for him to meet you, Frankie, so that's all there is to it. When I tell him about my sissy husband he's always interested in meeting you."
"You keep saying that. Except... I mean... look at me."
She did. I was naked, my body smooth and hairless since the permanent depilatory treatments. I'm in my early 20s, short and slim, and since starting hormones months ago, have gotten small breasts and a soft round bottom. My penis, which had never been large, shrank to a mere nubbin, with balls proportionately small. I can still get erections but they're barely three inches long and not fully hard. Tessa has let my hair grow in and trimmed it herself, so that it's a cute pixie cut.
"I am looking at you," she assured me with a wicked smile. "And soon Jake will be too. So let's get you looking your best."
Sniffling, I pressed my thighs together and stuck out my lower lip. With one arm across my chest and a hand over my diminutive genitals, I stood there quivering. Lately I get weepy at the slightest provocation. Maybe that's from the hormones. Or else it's an effect of being feminized in so many ways. Probably both things contribute to my emotionalism. Ignoring my upset, she went to the dresser that had once been filled with my male clothes. Now those were all gone, given away to a local thrift store. Replacing them was a girly wardrobe that also occupied my closet. As Tessa opened a drawer and considered what to select, I couldn't help admiring her sensual beauty.
My bride is nearly six feet tall, with a large frame and outrageous curves. Her bust is generous, waist relatively narrow, hips wide, thighs full, calves large and firm. Perhaps Tessa's most notable feature is her bottom, round and protruding, exceptionally broad. Along with that stunning figure she has a sweet round face, dominated by green eyes and plump lips, with high cheekbones. Her pretty features are framed by waves of naturally blond hair that she colors to make it even lighter. Even though the hormones have diminished my ability to perform, my sex drive is still intact. I'm still mesmerized by her appearance and hunger constantly for what I can no longer do. She loves to visually tease me, and never tires of touching my unmanly self to add to my longing. When she gives me one of my halfway hard-ons it always makes her laugh and inspires lots of insulting comments from her fertile imagination.
Turning from the dresser she held up two items. "How about these?" she asked, as if I had any choice.
In one hand was a pair of smoky and shiny stocking. The other held something like a sweater, except it was much too small to be that.
"Well," I began uncertainly, "what else would I be wearing them with?"
"Why, nothing at all, sweet lips."
"But, you can't let Jake see me like that."
"Of course I can. Don't you want to make a good first impression?"
"No. I mean yes. Only not like that. Can't you find something else that... you know... covers me more?"
"Nonsense. If you've got it, flaunt it." She set the bits of clothing on the bed, stepped close to me, and flicked my nipples. In seconds they were stiff, standing out from my small tits. "I'm sure Jake would like to see these at their best, too."
"He... he's coming for you. Not me."
Her eyebrows went up and she put on an inscrutable expression. I didn't like that but was distracted when she got busy insulting my reduced manhood.
Tessa eyed my dick, now standing partway up because my boobies had been stimulated. "Look who's awake. Or half awake. That sad little thing just can't do what it used to. Can it?"
"N... no, Ma'am."
"But it still feels good when it gets excited. Right?"
"Yes. Very good."
She enclosed my undersized package in her warm hand and squeezed gently, several times in a row, making me moan with need. Giving my wrist a nudge, she let me know that I should finger my nipples. I did and it sent my libido soaring.
"Well, I want you to feel good. That's why I'm nice enough to do things like this for you. Mmmm. Just see how your hips are twitching. And your squishy dicky is bouncing up and down."
"Yes, dear. But... it's just..."
"What, honey bear? Aren't I doing it right?" She was so close I could inhale her natural female musk and the scent of her hair. "Hmmm?"
"It's just... you know... because it's so hard for me to..."
"Oh, that," she said as if belatedly understanding what I knew she was already aware of. "You mean how you get all aroused inside, but with your dick almost out of commission, it's so difficult for you to get any relief. Right. I keep forgetting about that." She continued to massage my tingling male parts. "Maybe later on I can get out the vibrator. And some of our other toys. You know that if I use them, you can get your rocks off. Or should I say your pebbles? And even if you can't manage a real spurt, I know you feel better after one of your dribbles. Would you like that?"
As shameful as what she was describing would be, I was desperate for any sort of sexual satisfaction, even if it was limited and humiliating. And I knew how she could use some of her other bedroom devices to help me along. I blushed just from thinking about the vibrating butt plug.
My voice trembled as I told her, "Yes, please. I want that. I really do."
"Well, I'll certainly try to keep it in mind. But right now I have to get ready for that big hunk of beefcake who's coming to see me. It takes a lot longer for some of us to get dressed than it does for others. So why don't you do your make-up now? I left out the items I want you to use. The look you should try for is cute but seductive. Now go get busy."
She gave me a playful slap on the rump, which stung a little but hurt much more as a reminder of how plush and shapely my backside now was. I left and went to my room, a former walk-in closet mostly filled by a girl's narrow bed with a white, scrollwork headboard. For a moment I just sat on the pink and white spread the covered my mattress. Then I sighed, squeezed between the vanity table and ice cream parlor chair, and sat before the mirror. I had gotten skilled enough at applying cosmetics that I could do it without any thought beyond how my wife wanted me to appear. I kept everything conservative to satisfy the 'cute' portion of Tessa's order, and then used too much liner on my eyes, extending the lines beyond the outer edges, to meet the 'seductive' part of her instructions. I fluffed my hair a bit and put dabs of perfume behind my ears. She had selected a flowery product called Sweet Garden as my 'signature scent'. Wearing it was one more reminder of my unmanly new identity.
I waited a bit longer, looking at myself in the vanity mirror and worrying about Jake's arrival. After I felt my bride had had enough time to finish dressing and doing her own make-up, I went back so she could watch me dress, something she liked to do. When I got there she was wearing a shiny blue dress that molded itself to her contours and left plenty of cleavage and leg displayed. Shiny stockings encased her legs and sexy heels a shade lighter than the dress added three inches to her height. Her face was done tastefully and yet somehow conveyed a hint of the slutty. Knowing that everything was calculated to excite her date made me shudder.
"Look at you," she said merrily. "Still running around naked. How about if we get you covered up?"
"Yes, thank you."
She handed me the stockings and I sat on the edge of the bed to roll them up my hairless legs. Then I stood and was given the tiny sweater-like garment.
Tessa explained, "It's called a shrug because you have to kind of shrug it over your shoulders to get it on. Usually it's worn over a dress or whatever, but in your case I don't want to hide any more of that smooth pink skin than we have to."
I got one arm into the shrug and then the other. It was too far down in back and, as she had said, I had to hunch and unhunch my shoulders to get it the rest of the way up. When she had me check myself in the full length mirror, I whimpered.
"This isn't fair," I meekly protested. "I'm practically naked."
She checked my reflection. The shrug just called attention to all the bare skin around it, as did the stockings. And my immature looking genitals were still on display.
With a laugh, Tessa agreed, "More naked than clothed. Just the way you should be. Perfect for a sissy husband whose wife had to go and find a proper man to take care of her needs in bed. And just think -- he'll be here soon. I can't wait. Bet you feel the same."
I moaned. This couldn't be happening. My wife patted me patronizingly on the top of the head. As she left the room, her queen-sized ass swaying invitingly, she snapped her fingers and gestured for me to follow. What else could I do? My small tits jiggled as I hurried to keep up with her longer stride. We got to the living room and she sat on the sofa, throwing her feet up onto an ottoman.
"Get me a glass of wine, Princess," she said casually, as if we were a normal couple having a quiet evening at home. "Chablis, please."
I hurried off to obey. As I opened the fridge the cool air chilled my nearly nude body. When I poured the pale, light-bodied wine I took the opportunity to breath in its aroma. Tessa didn't allow me to have any, except when she wanted to get me tipsy so I would break down and cry, blabber about something personal, or in some other way embarrass myself. It only took one glass to liberate my emotions or loosen my tongue. I've never been able to tolerate alcohol well, though I would have loved to have had a glass right then to bolster my nerves.
Moments after I handed her the stemmed glass and she took an appreciative sip, we heard a car pull up out front, followed soon by a loud authoritative knock on our door. It was like every muscle in my body tensed at the same time. Did she expect me to answer the door, confront her lover, and risk being seen by someone passing by? To my great relief she slid off the sofa and went to answer it. As she passed I was reminded of how much taller than me she is, even more so in heels. When Tessa opened the door I got my first glimpse of Jake, who was tall, broad shouldered, and exuded confidence. The moment he was inside and the door was closed, she fell into his brawny arms, which were left bare by the black T-shirt he wore. His tight jeans gave a hint of how much he was packing between his legs.
The big man kissed her hard and let his hands roam down her back to that well upholstered posterior. She pressed herself against him and purred happily.
"I'm so glad you're here," she told him. "And that you'll get to meet my sissy husband."
"Your sissy cuckold," he specified, as if I needed to be reminded that she was cheating on me with him.
They smiled at each other and shared another passionate lip-lock. I knew his tongue was exploring the interior of her mouth, and that she was responding the same way. At last they stepped apart and he turned to eye me up and down. His first reaction was a hearty laugh. Then he crossed the distance between us in a few long-legged strides, putting himself uncomfortably close to me. I stood there with my hands at my sides, trembling and trying not to break down in tears. This time I didn't need the hormones to bring my emotions to the surface. He put one large hand on my slender upper arm and held me where I was.
Gazing down at me, staring so that I had to avert my eyes, he said, "This is one weak swish of a sissy. No wonder you need me to take care of you." He effortlessly turned me around. His hand went to the small of my back. I had never been touched like that by a man. I bit my lips as his fingers drifted lower to stroke and knead my unmuscular cheeks.
Jake swore softly. "It's just like touching a girl down there." After a moment he added, to my wife, "Well, not like touching your ass, babe. Those big cushions of yours are something special."
"Especially when your doing me doggy style."
"Hey. The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin'."
I was relieved when he stepped away from me. Jake snapped that I should get him a beer. I scurried away, knowing that he could be staring at my bare rear end. When I returned the two of them were seated on the sofa, close together. His hand was resting possessively on her stocking-covered thigh. I held out the bottle to him and he took it, giving me a crooked grin.
Tessa said, "Go get your sissy stool and sit on it."
Did she have to make me use that? I went to the big armchair across from them, where I would have preferred to sit. Instead, I had to reach behind it and get a low stool, which I set in front of the chair. As I lowered myself onto the round seat my knees came up. I brought my thighs together modestly and hugged them.
"No, no," Tessa said sternly. "Keep those legs apart. Let Jake see how manly his competition is."
As I did what I was told, the seated man twisted off the cap from his drink and took a swig. He set the bottle on the end table and leaned forward, squinting as if my male parts were too small to easily see. He shook his head in disbelief.
"Well, that sets some kind of record. Smallest three-piece set I've ever seen."
"Right?" My wife snickered. "It's like a gherkin and two olives."
"And those sweet tits are like a couple of cupcakes, with those puffy nipples like the cherries on top."
"I know. And he loves to play with his bubbies to get himself all heated up. Want to see?"
"Sure." He took another swallow of beer. "I've got to get to know the guy who's trying to take his wife back from me."
"You heard him. Do your act, wuss. Get those fingers busy and see if you can show us a hard-on."
It was mortifying but I had no choice. One hand went to my crotch to apply the thumb-and-index-finger grip on my puny prick. The other got in position for me to tease my nipples. As both hands began to move, I felt my cheeks grow warm and knew I was blushing. My eyelids fluttered and I hoped it didn't appear to Jake that I was trying to flirt with him. That would be the last impression I wanted to make. The sensations from when he had touched me were burned into my memory. I must have looked ridiculous as I stroked my miniature penis and diddle my receptive nipples. As usual I got hard but not all the way. My half limp member wriggled as I rubbed. At the same time my nipples got hard and stood out prominently from my modest breasts. In a state of nerves, I licked my lips before realizing that I was again doing something that might be mistaken for invitation. I wished Tessa hadn't made me fancy up my eyes, Cleopatra style.
"That's hilarious," Jake said with a nasty grin.
"I know," my wife agreed. "Sometimes I make my Frankie do that for an hour, while I watch something on TV."
"Frankie? Oh yeah. You did mention his name a few times before. But now that I'm here and see what he looks like, I sure can't call him that."
"Makes sense. But what should his name be instead? Any ideas? I'm sure he'd be honored if it was you who renamed him."
"Well," the big man considered aloud, "how about if it was... Fluffy?"
Tessa laughed out loud. "That's perfect. You are so clever, Jake. Just for that I owe you something extra in bed."
"Right. Like there's anything you wouldn't already do for me."
She snuggled against him and said softly, "Well, maybe I could make Fluffy do something special."
He nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe you could. There is that thing we talked about last night on the phone."
"Mmm. That's something I'd like to see. And after it happened, my wimp of a husband would never be able to forget it."
What were they talking about? Was I going to have to play with my dick while dancing around? Or do it in some other location, like in the shower?
"But right now," my bride said as she nuzzled his bare bicep, "there's something I want to do in the bedroom."
"Sure. You two have fun."
She sat up and playfully slapped his shoulder. "Don't be silly. There's not much Fluffy's good for in there. I mean, beyond using his mouth between my legs."
"Oh," Jake said as if her wish was just becoming clear to him. "So you want to do something in bed with ME. Well..." He examined his half full beer bottle. "I have to finish my drink first."
She pouted and told him, "Now you're just teasing me. Making me wait."
"The longer you wait, the hornier you'll be. And the hornier you are, the better you'll be."
Tessa smiled modestly. "I won't deny it."
He reached across to cup one of her big breasts and squeeze it through her dress. "And how about a little of this to add to the heat?"
She sighed loudly. "Oh, baby. You know how I love to feel your strong hands on me. Especially there."
He chuckled and made a show of taking a sip of beer, in no hurry, prolonging her wait. I shifted around uncomfortably on that awful stool. It was so humiliating to have to display myself in that awkward posture. They kissed again, ignoring me. The extended delay affected me too. It gave me more time to think about how that brutish guy would soon be ravishing my wife. Eventually he finished his beer, belched unashamedly, got up and stretched.
His brow creased and he asked, "What was it you wanted to do, babe?"
Tessa got to her feet and put her hand on his crotch. "You know damn well what I want to do, handsome. And it involves this king size piece of meat of yours."
He gave her a lopsided smile, put an arm around her, pulled her body against his, and delivered a deep lingering kiss. She seemed to melt against him. It was one more indication of how far she was under his spell. I bit my lips and hugged myself, pushing my modest tits together.
"Let's go," Jake said, taking her hand.
She snapped her fingers at me and said, "You can follow us, Fluffy. But on your hands and knees."
I got down on the floor and crawled after them, unable to look away from my wife's wide inviting backside. She let one hand drift down Jake's back to grab his firm ass. All too soon they were in the bedroom and undressing each other, their hands roaming freely over skin as it was exposed. His cock was immense, around seven inches soft. Her hands soon had it standing up at a thick nine inches. I mentally compared it to my pathetic three inch semi-erection and sniffled. Then they were on top of the sheets, kissing passionately. He got into the missionary position with the end of his tool poised at her pink slit. I nervously adjusted that mortifying shrug I had to wear and pulled at the tops of my stockings. I looked at his body hair and recalled that mine would never grow back. He inserted the fat knob of his manhood into her but went no further.
"Please," she moaned. "Don't make me wait. Put it in."
"Put WHAT in?" he wanted to know.
"That incredible cock of yours, you bastard. Don't make me wait."
"Well, since you asked so nicely..."
She was already wet from all their preliminary fooling around, so when he surprised her with a bold thrust, his full length went in without any problem. She cried out in ecstasy and he began to pump, taking long strokes that added to my envy. From my position on the floor I had a clear view as they had sex like a couple of crazed animals. It went on and on for a full twenty minutes, longer than I had ever been able to last back when I was allowed intercourse. Then he slowed down and did a slow grind that kept her on the verge without making her finish. She groaned and held onto his arms, thrust her hips up at him, and gritted her teeth.
Tessa swore and told him, "You have to finish me. We can take it slower next time. It's not like you'll have any problem getting it up twice... or more. Not like some people I could mention."
He grinned with self satisfaction and increased his tempo, giving her a hard ride. "Like this?"
"Yessss. Make me explode."
Jake had no trouble complying. A few minutes later she tensed up and had an eruptive noisy orgasm. He allowed himself to finish at the same time. Their bodies stayed together until it was over and then he stretched out on his back alongside her, both of them breathing audibly until they settled the rest of the way down.
"That was amazing," she said breathily.
"For me too," he assured her. "Hope I didn't hurt you down there."
"You know," she said, "I am a little sore. Maybe some personal attention would make it feel better."
"No problem." He growled at me, "Hey, Fluffy. Get up here and make give your wife some TLC. Let's see that pussy eating technique I've heard so much about."
I climbed onto the foot of the bed. Did he expect me to use my mouth on her while she was full of his freshly spilled cream? My stomach turned over as I got my face close enough to smell it. With no other choice I took my first lick and got plenty of this thick salty discharge on my tongue. It was sickening but I had to swallow it. He kissed her as I continued my disgusting task. As terrible as it was, my disabled dick throbbed and demanded attention. My shrunken balls ached. And I had no way to gain release without help. They kept me at it until she was thoroughly cleaned up and even had a mild climax. There was spunk on my nose, lips and chin.
"Now," she said with a sigh, "it's time for me to pay back Jake what I owe him. Let's go, Fluffy. Move over to that side of the bed. You still have one more cleaning job to do. That's what Jake and I talked about last night. If you're going to be a sissy, why not go all the way? You need your mouth on a cock to make your status official."
More disturbed than ever, I numbly repositioned myself between his long muscular legs. That impressive cock, covered with their mixed sexual fluids, lay draped across his hairy thigh. This couldn't be real. And yet it was, as I got convinced when my lips touched his warm meat. Unsure of how to do it, I took several long licks. My wife watched avidly as I took a giant step into a new area of disgrace. I kept lapping at it, lifting it delicately to get at the underside, until the shaft seemed clean. But there was still the big head. I brought my open mouth toward it.
"Yesss," Tessa hissed. "Suck the head, Fluffy."
I raised it gingerly to my lips and engulfed it, surprised at how much it filled my mouth. Why was my own member twitching while I did that? Tessa enthusiastically locked lips with Jake. She diddled his nipples. Rubbed herself against him. With that encouragement and my actions, he began to get hard again. His cockhead grew larger inside my mouth. Without thinking, I suctioned at it and ran my tongue around the corona, stopping underneath to tease the frenum. He inhaled sharply. My bride took the now rigid shaft and began to run her hand up and down it. I had a close-up view of her rising and falling fingers. If she kept that up...
Tessa told me, "Don't stop, Fluffy. You're going to get your first feeding of a real man's white sauce. Your first of many." She chortled. "Make sure to get it all down. I don't want you drooling all over my lover's crotch."
I sucked harder. She stroked faster. Jake made a guttural sound deep in his throat. All at once he was spurting against the roof of my mouth, shot after shot, and I had to struggle to gulp it all down. It was unthinkable and yet it was happening. Not only had I had my body hair removed, been made to wear make-up, and dressed in revealing feminine bits of clothing, but now I had been made to suck a cock to completion. I really had been turned into a sissy. Tessa continued milking the final drops of cum onto my tongue. And I would definitely never forget it.
At last I was allowed to stop. They had me lie between them. My wife fingered one of my nipples while her lover did the other. They had me squirming my hips with pent up need. Then Jake got a hand under my bottom. His questing fingers went between my smooth girlish cheeks and found the tightness there. Tessa brought her mouth close to my ear.
"Now you're a full fledged sissy," she whispered hotly. "Almost. There's just one more step to take." Jake's blunt fingertip probed at my entrance. "And my lover has agreed to help you with that, too." His digit entered me painfully. "Not right now. But soon." He got me dancing my pelvis around with the way he was stimulating me. "After I've had that weapon of his inside me a few more times. No rush. This way you'll have more time to think about it. To anticipate your deflowering. Still, you can thank him now for agreeing to take your sissy cherry. With his killer cock. That's going to stretch you out and change you for good, Fluffy. Go on. Tell him what you have to say."
He worked his finger in and out, making me gasp. Between breaths I told him, "Thank you... Jake... for what you're... going to do... to me... soon."
"My pleasure," he said and extracted his finger, which he wiped against my nostrils. "Be sure to think about it every minute between now and when I get around to it, Fluffy. I know I will."
Tessa laughed. I sobbed and absently touched the top of one stocking. Despite what the hormones had done to it, my penis was almost fully erect, an embarrassing mere three inches. I wondered if Jake would make it shoot when he took my virginity. And if he would make me enjoy it. How much more could the two of them change my thinking? My ordeal was far from over.
Comments
Brian Masters
That is so incredibly hot! My wife actually calls me Fluffy, for different reasons cause she's actually very vanilla, but damn do I love hearing it in this context. Fantastic!
