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Bettering Their Marriage

By: 49greg



This is a STORY, A FANTASY, not real life, it is fiction. It deals with female domination and a feminized man. It deals with explicit sexual acts and language. Having said that, this chapter is pretty tame but if it continues things will hot up in future installments. 

This is actually one of the very first erotic stories I ever finished, and nearly became the first one I posted on Literotica, but it ended up on a back burner, I recently went back to it, changed it up a little and decided to give it a try.

If you don't like this type of story, don't read it. 

If you are not of age, don't read it. 

Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story includes scenes of graphic sex needed to further the plot, and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth.

The Cast:

Jeff - The husband. Story is told from his point of view.

Mary – his wife

Cheryl – his boss




I was standing in the corner of our bedroom, my feet slightly spread and in contact with the baseboards on either side of the corner, and my shoulders touching the walls. My nose was a few inches from the corner, my hands behind my back. 

I was wearing what can only be described as a baby-doll nighty in pale blue, and some slightly darker blue satin bloomer panties that had ties which were loosely tightened around my thighs. There were lots of ruffles and lace at the waist and hems. A small bow between my 'breasts' and at the front of the bloomers.

Behind me I could hear my wife alternately moaning, panting and grunting, the woman in bed with her was making similar noises, but also giving commands like, "yes, there, harder, softer, more, and good girl."

As I stood, under orders not to turn around or make any noise or even to move, my mind wandered back to when we both started on the path that led to this.

My wife and I had been married about 14 years. We married soon after finishing up at University. We didn't have any children, at first by choice, and then it turned out that it would be very improbable for her to have any. We weren't overly distressed, as neither of us really wanted a child, but mostly we tried due to pressure from parents. 

We had moved several times due to my career and Mary never had difficulty finding a position wherever we moved as she could always find work in an IT department.

We had an active sex life the first 8 or so years of marriage and then just before the last move, and for a few years after, we sort of slowed down. 

We both wanted to spice things up again, and after some frank talks and some lurid emails and text messages exchanged when one or the other of us was traveling for business, we decided we would try some kinkier approaches to get things going again. 

At first we just read spicy stories on line or in magazines to each other, we tried to make up our own, then we even acted out some. We went through different scenarios that we had read about.

We tried letting Mary dress sexier in public, and we even had sex once in a deserted parking lot at night. She didn't seem to get off on flashing glimpses of legs and panties, or so she said, but we both got off with some mild bondage games, at first taking turns being the one tied up. 

Then several weeks we experimented with her being submissive, never wearing anything but sexy lingerie in the house, calling me master, masturbating in front of me at my command etc. A few times I spanked her, the first light slaps she liked, but it just hurt too much after that. 

I enjoyed playing the dominant husband at some level, but it was a struggle to always know what to do, to think up things for us, or her, to do. After a few weeks we gave it up. I suggested we try again with her in charge. She suggested we don't go 24/7 but build it up gradually. 

She didn't seem to want me go around naked or in my underwear at first. But after a while we were dressing differently, I was usually in casual attire, often in short trousers and t-shirt that morphed to cut off sweat pants and t-shirt. Meanwhile she would maintain a higher standard, never formal, but usually in skirts and blouse.

Anyone observing us around the house would easily be able to see that she was in charge, not just my serving her, but by the contrast in our clothing. She would occasionally have me strip to my underwear, but usually commented on how unflattering my boxers and t-shirts were.

I spent a lot of time giving her foot rubs, and while I felt silly kneeling and deferring to her, I found it was a lot easier to be told what to do than to think of things to tell her to do.

Supper was one of those things. Breakfast were simple and often hurried, and we ate lunch at work, but we liked to have a sit-down meal for supper. I've always been easy to please in the food department and for our entire marriage would just as soon have her choose what to have for dinner. 

When she was playing at being a slave girl I had to think up the menus, and had a hard time doing it. While I would have been happy with cheese sandwiches or beans on toast every night, I knew Mary wouldn't. 

So I started learning to cook more complicated things for dinner. It was fun, and Mary joked a few times that she would have to send me to cooking classes at the local Community College.

Another thing we found out was that even though it hurt like the devil, I would get very erect when she spanked me. She would get excited herself when she realized that I was getting hard as she spanked my bare bottom.

She would often talk in a sultry sexy voice as she spanked me and that added to the pleasure for both of us. She would say things like:

"What a naughty little boy you are, getting all hard for me, you must like being over my knee, I bet you do things wrong just to make me spank you."

We talked candidly about our experiments in submission and domination, and both of us agreed that it was a lot of fun and that her being the dominant one seemed to work better.

So after a trial period of a month or so we agreed that we would keep it up, not every night, but fairly often, and either of us could call things off at any time. She seemed to jump into her role so naturally that I wondered if she had ever done it before. 

The times when we were 'normal' were less and less frequent. Occasionally Mary would text me at work, telling me to meet her at a restaurant, that she had reserved a table. 

On those occasions I would usually arrive first and would treat her as a lady, rising when she arrived, pulling out her chair, rising when she left for the ladies room, and again when she came back. She loved it.

Mary also began to expect that kind of treatment at home. I was acting more and more like a 19th century servant than a husband. Until it became time for fun. Then I became a sex slave. Our sex live was active and exciting, and she was training me as well.

Soon just a quiet mention in the morning that she thought I had been a bad boy and might need some punishment that evening was enough to keep my libido at full throttle all day. She seemed to enjoy it as well.

While we were still experimenting Mary started a completely new and non sexual hobby. She got a sewing machine, and started taking classes at a local fabric store. Before long she started making things, she tried to start with a new shirt for me, but it didn't work out very well. 

Then she started doing more basic things, she sewed up new curtains to replace the ones that came with the house, stuff like that. She joked about having to crawl before she could walk, and wanted to practice more and work her way up to more difficult items.

Then one day she gave me a pair of boxers. They were obviously modeled after the ones I wore, had the usual panel in the back that made them comfortable if a little baggy. There were two differences, one was that they used a very thin elastic waistband, it actually looked just like the waistband from her panties. The other difference was that there wasn't a front fly opening. Just a narrow seam.

She told me that she thought the waistband would be more comfortable, and that since I just pulled the waistband down to pee, and never actually poked through it except by accident that I wouldn't mind since the fly was more difficult to make. I hated to make a fuss since she had so obviously made such an effort to make something useful that I smiled and told her they were great.

I did have a little problem with the material. It was a very pastel green color with slightly darker tiny green flowers over them. I tried them on, and they were comfortable, a little tight, not at the waist, but just below because there wasn't as much gathering at the waistband as on a conventional pair.

She smiled and knelt in front of me to check them, and said she could probably fix that, and maybe find a way to do away with the seam in front. I didn't know about that, but she was thrilled to do something for me and I let it go. I wore them to bed that night with my usual t-shirt. She made the comment that she could probably make me some really sexy pajamas too.

At about the same time she seemed to initiate sex between us more and more, and more often than not it was with her in a dominant role. The punishments began to pick up, more spankings, not hard, but more often.

What had started as experiments to liven up and revitalize our sex life was more and more taking on an actual lifestyle change.

Now it wasn't just her making up playful "mistakes" that I made, but she would recite back to me things I had done during the last few days, such as not keeping her car filled with gas, or being a few days late mowing the lawn.

Things like that started to escalate until I would be punished for not deferring to her when we chose something to watch on TV, or not pulling out her chair when we sat down to dinner, eventually even starting to eat before she gave me permission would result in punishment.

It wasn't as playful as before, but it was sex and that was something I enjoyed and was happy to please her if it meant that we were enjoying each other more.

She began to dress me more and more in things she made. The boxers she made replaced the store bought ones in my underwear drawer, she made pajamas for me to wear at night instead of just boxers and t-shirt. The boxers and PJs that she made for me were made with more and more feminine looking cloth, as well as style.

The long legged PJs only went down my legs about half way between knee and ankle, except for a pair that was loose and gathered at both waist and ankles – it looked like something to be worn in a harem, and was in a sheer silky pink color, translucent rather than opaque. 

The tops she made were at first just loose pullover shirts, but gradually began to be more and more feminine in design. When I first questioned her about the types and colors of cloth and the designs, she said that she was purchasing cloth that was on sale or remnants of the things she was making for herself or for her sister or friends at work. That was the first time I realized just how much she was doing.

Withing six months the tops she made for me were lightweight cotton or satiny, with gathers under my pecs and plunging necklines, some even had very narrow shoulder straps. What had started as small gathers or fancy stitching at hems and borders became ruffles and even lace. 

It happened a little at a time, until I took a look at my wardrobe and realized that I was wearing were feminine pajamas and nighties or harem outfits with halter tops. I was lounging around the house in the evenings after my shower in baby-doll nighties and wearing tap panties or bikini briefs everyday at work. My white undershirts that I would wear under my shirts at work were only slightly toned down camisoles.

When I questioned her about this, she just laughed and told me that I looked cute dressed like that and that she was turned on just thinking about what I wore. I had to admit that we were enjoying a very active sex life, but I was completely and totally in a submissive role now, punishment was spanking with her hand, or more often with a light paddle, as well as being humiliated at home.

During bedroom games she had started having me wear a collar. Prior to actual sex I had to act as a footstool or end table when she was in the mood, or just standing in the corner with my nose to the wall. Punished or not, I now wore what to all intents and purposes feminine lingerie.

Our lovemaking had changed also. More and more I satisfied her orally, spending long periods between her legs. I began using larger and larger vibrators and dildos on her. I often watched her satisfy herself while I was tied up on the other side of the bed, or standing facing the corner of the bedroom.

My orgasms were more and more as a result of masturbating, often while she talked to me, watching me and pulling on my nipples, kissing my neck or running her tongue into my ears or biting my lobes. Sometimes she would jack my penis, pulling on it while talking to me in a low sexy tone. I won't say that I didn't like it, because I did, but I would have preferred actual sex with her, or at least oral sex from her. 

In either scenario it was very common for her to be playing with my anus, at first just teasing me, then more and more penetrating me with her fingers, talking softly in my ear, telling me what a good boy I was, how sexy it was for her to see me in sexy nighties and underwear, how I would make such a sexy looking little girl. 

Eventually it became a rare occasion for me to actually penetrate her, and then she was on top of me, usually with me tied spread-eagled on the bed, and after having her sitting on my face for long periods of time. Always talking to me, telling me how sexy I was all prettied up. At some point she started to tell me how she wanted me to wear makeup and how she wanted me to wear my hair longer and be a sexy girl for her.

The anal play was there all the time, and soon she began to "stretch me out" with larger and larger butt plugs and eventually dildos. It hurt at first, but I got used to the feeling, then began to look forward to it.

I went along with this, having been gradually brought to this point. Looking back at it I think of the story about a frog sitting in a pan of water that is slowly heated up, it eventually gets boiled because it slowly got used to the heat. Had it been initially thrown into a pan of boiling water it would have jumped out.

When we chatted and talked about things after sex, cuddling up and she repeatedly told me how she was so turned on by dominating me. At first when I questioned the way things were going she used phrases like "It turns me on to see you like this", "I am so aroused by you submitting to me". 

Those phrases slowly changed character to variations of "This makes me so happy with you", and "This keeps our marriage fresh", and by degrees morphed into various subtle phrases that I felt meant: "If we are to remain together" and "If you want to keep me".

It was apparent to me by then that I had given up all control over my life both in the bedroom and out. The only place that I had any say about my actions was a work, but that was soon to change as well.

One night during a hot and heavy sex session, a rare lovemaking session when actual intercourse took place, she was astride me, fucking me hard as she worked her way to orgasm. She was as usual very vocal, telling me how she liked me all prettied up for her, how she loved to see her pretty girl so eager to please her, then she made a comment that surprised and humiliated me at the same time.

She said."mmmmm, its getting harder and harder to feel you inside me after using those wonderful toys I have." 

I was shocked that she would say something like that, even though I had noticed it too, she had become more and more stretched out, and immediately after a session with one of her toys there just wasn't a sense of tightness on the rare occasions that I was allowed inside of her pussy.

She had never said anything like that before, in fact up till then she had always assured me that even with all the girly underwear and nightwear that I wore now, that I was still "all man" inside and that whatever she said during sex, she knew that I was still her macho man.

After that comment things started changing again. At first I noticed that I was allowed to penetrate her more and more often. That was really nice, but it seemed like I could feel her around me less and less, and she always commented about that. 

Although when she did orgasm I could feel her clench around me. I wondered at that point if she could purposely relax herself to the point of looseness, but I couldn't think of a reason to do that. By then just having my cock in her wasn't enough to make her cum, one of us had to play with her clit. 

It was about this time that she started to require that I clean her out after coming inside her. There wasn't an actual command though, she just shifted herself forward on me until she was straddling my head and lowered her pussy to my face, sometimes not saying anything, other times just a whispered "please lick me sweetheart, I haven't cum yet" or something like that. 

The first time wasn't really surprising, she had mentioned it several times previously, comments like:

"When I fuck you I hardly come any more, I should get you to eat me out after you cum."

Or variations. I knew that eventually I would do it. She was giving me time to get used to the idea.

"I know you'll love it, and it will be so sexy, I'll be so turned on, and it'll be another way to prove how much you love me."

It started slowly, not every time, but just every once in a while. I wanted her to enjoy sex, and did she ever love it when I was sucking my own cum out of her! Each time she assured me that she loved me, and that knowing that I was going to do it exited her all the more.

I soon got used to the taste of my own sperm, or lack of taste, it seemed to me that it was mostly bland, although the smell was distinctly similar to bleach. It was the slimy texture that was the most unpleasant part. She also started making me lick up my cum when she jacked me off. 

The first time she caught it in her other hand, then held it to my lips.

"Come on baby, it is so sexy when you clean me out, this is going to be a big turn on too. Please. You're already used to the taste."

From then on I always cleaned up my cum, she laughed and clapped her hands and told me how much she loved me when I did. One day she was sitting up against the headboard as I knelt on the bed next to her, I was stroking myself to her comments about how sexy I looked, about how much she loved me when I 'showed off' for her.

By then I had been trained to let her know when I was going to cum, and this time was no exception. She immediately turned around onto her tummy and spread her legs, she slid backward, a leg on each side of me. She looked so sexy then.

She had a beautiful bottom, not just for her age, but a beautiful sexy bottom, period. There it was just in front of me, her legs spread. I could see her pussy, shaved, bare, wet, her taint, and, just barely, her ass, it was a sexy little rosebud, even at her age it looked snug and tight, it was a light rosy brown.

"Squirt on my bottom honey, squirt on my bottom!"

I did, I shot a huge load out, I tried to aim it from one luscious cheek to the other, but some fell between. 

"Oh, that feels so sexy, so hot and sexy, hurry up, clean it off, lick it up before it gets cold, hurry, oh that is so sexy honey."

I did it, I bent over and started licking her, each cheek and then between them, some had dribbled down her taint and I spread her cheeks even further and licked there. A few ropes where above her little rosebud, trailing from the very top of her crack to right on her ass.


Bettering Their Marriage Ch. 02



This is a continuation of "Bettering Their Marriage", and that story should be read first to fully understand this story.

This is a FANTASY, not real life, it is fiction. It deals with female domination and a feminized man. There are explicit sexual acts and language. If you don't like this type of story, don't read it. If you are not of age, don't read it. 

Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The story includes scenes of graphic sex needed to further the plot, and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth.

Having said that, like all writers I like all constructive feedback good or bad, (but enjoy the good kind best) and I will answer all polite emails that have a return address. I like hearing from other people, about my stories or anything else. (Use the 'contact' button on my lit page to email me.) 

ooOOOoo

The Cast:

Jeff - The husband. Now wearing feminine underthings and submissive to his wife.

Mary -- Jeff's wife - collaborating with Cheryl to dominate and feminize Jeff.

Cheryl -- Jeff's boss. 

As I stumbled upstairs having just masturbated for my wife while wearing a shorty nightgown and panties, I was feeling dizzy and disoriented. I was still coming to grips with the idea that my boss Cheryl had orchestrated the whole thing.

Mary had told me that she wanted tits, boobs, breasts, I was confused enough by what happened, and that added to my confused mental state. I hoped she was only kidding.

"Darling, don't forget to shave before you go to bed, Cheryl told me that she will check you regularly at work."

"Yes Dear, I'll do that now." I called back, trying not to sound disrespectful. Great, now I was going to be 'checked' at work. What was next?

Just the same I better do a good job. I sighed as I went into the bathroom and started to take off my lingerie. After all that I still found time to enjoy the silky feeling of the garments as they slid over my skin.

I found a pair of scissors in a drawer and stepped into the shower. I was on autopilot. She had mentioned trimming or shaving my pubic hair before, so I had given some thought about how to go about it.

As I clipped my pubic hair I started shaking again. my tummy felt twisted and upset. Feeling lightheaded I stepped out of the tub and stumbled, so I just sat down on the floor. Drawing my knees up I tried to put my head between them.

I felt pretty bad, almost nauseous, but my cock was hard. Very hard, I couldn't remember having an erection like that since I was in my twenties. Not that it hadn't been working lately, but this felt hard and stretched like it had when I was a teenager and erections would come without warning every time I had any kind of 'impure thought'.

"What the heck is going on with me," I whimpered, it was like all the blood left my head and was pushing into my cock. No-way anyone could call it small now.

"Are you all right dear?" Mary asked with concern in her voice.

"I don't know, my, uh, my little thingy, it's really really hard, but I feel woozy, it's very odd." I mumbled to the floor, caving in to her desire to call my cock little.

I felt her sit down and put an arm around me, pulling me over to her shoulder. Leaning against her I could smell a mixture of the subtle perfume she used, her hair and a days worth of accumulated scents. In spite of everything I loved her and her aroma always comforted and excited me.

On the other hand I was feeling really odd, and she had broken her promise to keep our 'games' just between the two of us. Obviously she and Cheryl had been collaborating on getting me feminized and deepening my submission, but had they also been having an affair? How did I feel about that? 

My mind, woozy as I was, was in overdrive, was it better that she was fooling around with a woman than a man? I couldn't compete with a woman. But then I argued with himself, could I compete with a man either? 

Here I was wearing lingerie instead of boxers and t-shirts under my clothing. What kind of manly figure did I cut dressing like that? But if my wife wanted a woman, maybe that was the way to win her back, become the woman she wanted? Wasn't I half-way there already?

Or was the whole thing about getting me to accept dressing up in lingerie just a way to humiliate me for fun? Could she use the pictures as a bargaining tool in a divorce? What exactly did she want? Where did Cheryl fit in? It sounded like she was behind the whole thing, was it some twisted way to fire me? What sort of authority did she have over Mary? 

If it was just Mary and Cheryl? What then? Would she still love me? Still need me or want me? I was feeling lost as well as woozy and nestled into her shoulder and neck and then my eyes got a bit misty. I didn't want to lose her.

Deep down I had a vision of Mary and Cheryl together, naked, while I watched and helped. Hot. White Hot. Damn! my cock got even tighter, harder. I slid my hand to her side, up her side, on to her breast. I did love her boobs.

"Not so fast Jeff, I thought you were feeling bad."

"I am, but my cock is so hard, seems like all my blood is there and not in my head. And you turn me on all the time. I love you. I think if I was in my death bed I'd get a woody if you leaned over and let me see down your dress."

I started to get dizzy again and stopped to take deep breaths. To Mary it sounded like gasping and she realized that my hand had fallen down her side.

"I don't like the way you've gotten so pale honey. I have a confession, I crushed up some blue pills and mixed it in with your salad." 

Oh great I thought, boner pills, that's what is happening. I didn't want to tell her that I had tried some before in an attempt to get bigger. They worked as advertised, but I got light headed when I tried to stand up, even worse if I was exerting myself, heck just walking up stairs got me light headed.

"Come on darling, we can get you shaved later. Let's get you in bed."

She helped me up and together we staggered into the bed. She looked at the laptop propped on her nightstand, it was her new one, and nothing was wrong with the sound. Cheryl was going to be able to see everything tonight. For someone who I thought was more into women, Cheryl certainly was interested in my love life.

"Darling," Mary was speaking loudly, as much to tell Cheryl what was happening as for anything else.

"I know you're a little woozy, so lay flat on your back, you've been a good boy today so I'll give you a special treat."

I just lay there, flat on my back. In that position I felt better, nearly normal, the clammy nauseous feeling was receding and now I could concentrate on the incredible erection I had.

Mary stripped naked, she had put me into the bed at an angle so that the webcam on the laptop was looking at me from from behind my head toward my feet. That way when Mary mounted me her pussy sliding over me dicklet would be visible, as would her breasts.

My dicklet, hah, no-one could really call it that tonight. I had a cock. And it was ready, very very ready. Hold onto that though I told myself. It doesn't matter what they call it, or what they make me call it, look at what it really is.

Mary knelt at my side, kissing me, her tongue exploring my mouth while I lay submissively beneath her. She murmured seductively as she stroked my body and then rising a little she fed me first one breast and then the other. I held my arms out from my body, as if the wrists were tied to the sides of the bed. It was just another thing that had been conditioned into me.

"I love you Jeffery, I love you so much, you have made me so happy, I love how you submit to me, and now I know what it is to submit as well, we can both submit to her. She is a wonderful and loving mistress, you will come to love being her slave as much as I do."

There it was, that spelled it out to me. My boss had seduced and dominated my wife, and the two of them had conspired to reduce me to a panty slave. Hmm, panties did feel sexy. I had to admit that. And two women. Let me think.

Mary mounted me, and holding her engorged labia apart with the fingers of one hand, she positioned my cock at her entrance.

"I love your little cocklett darling, it doesn't fill me up like my toys, but I know you try as hard as you can."

With that she lowered herself onto me. This time she hadn't had anything in her pussy for several days, and she must had been tightening her kegel muscle all evening and seemed nearly ready to cum already. Maybe it excited her to demonstrate my submission to Cheryl. 

Her pussy hadn't felt this tight in many many months, Mary squeezed down on me as my cock pushed it's way into her. It had been so long that I was afraid I would cum immediately.

"You can't cum until I say darling. Just hold on, I want three cums before you squirt into me. I know you can do it."

"Ohgodohgodohgod honey, you feel sooo good, it's been forever since you felt like this, thankyouthankyou."

"I love you honey, I love you, everything I've done is because I want to make things so much better for us."

"Ohhnnnnggghhh." She came, I felt it, she was leaning over me, her hands on my upper arms and it felt like she was going to rip the muscle off the bone she was squeezing so hard.

I kept up with her as she kept pumping onto me, I matched her thrust for thrust. It wasn't often that I got to do this with her any more and I was going to make the most of it.

"Mary, Mary darling!" loud and clear from the laptop speakers. She sat up and looked at the screen behind my head.

"Yes dear." 

Oh my god Cheryl was stopping her in mid fuck, that was control. Well not completely stopped, her hips were still but her internal muscles were still squeezing and releasing me.

"Stop that Mary, relax your pussy completely as I've taught you."

"Yes Ma'am."

She stopped squeezing but I could still feel the warm glove of her pussy around me. I tried to push my hips further into her.

"Stop that Jeff."

I whined.

"Jeffrey, it's about time you find out. Mary is still legally your wife, but in actuality she belongs to me first and foremost."

"Mary, please please say it isn't so."

"I'm sorry Jeff, I love her, yes I still love you, but she is my Mistress, and I love her."

"So you see Jeff, I can control your love life, and have been for some time. Now it is time for your submission to me. I will be there tomorrow in the middle of the afternoon. You will follow all of Mary's instructions in what to wear and how to behave. If you love her, don't make her choose."

I craned my neck back and tried to see the screen. I caught an edge of vision view of her looking at me in the screen, a smaller window in the corner of the screen showed her view of us.

"Cheryl, please." I managed to gasp out.

"Yes, I understand Jeff, it is new to you and a surprise, and I know that right now you're ruled by your little penis." She paused with a little smile on her face then continued.

"Tonight you two can have privacy, do what you both want. Tomorrow Mary is in charge, follow her instructions. Jeffrey please give it a chance, I know that you will enjoy this. Just give it a chance."

With that the screen went blank. I had actually forgotten that I was deep inside of my wife, in the middle of the best sex we'd had in months, and all I could think of was how this happened. Mary brought me back to reality. She squeezed and I don't mean my shoulders.

"Darling, just us tonight, whatever we want. Isn't that nice."

I decided not to argue, that should be the normal thing, not a gift bestowed by someone else. At least that's what I thought at the time.

Mary started to pump her hips again, and I responded. In and out, in and out. I had cum fairly recently and felt like I could easily give her two more cums before I came.

My hands were on the curve of her hips and my eyes followed the swaying of her breasts, her beautiful breasts, back and forth and up and down. Then she leaned forward again and I was able to capture first one nipple then another.

Utter joy. She came again, and I loved every long drawn out second. I loved the way she flushed from her forehead to her nipples, just shadings of pink, she was beautiful, is beautiful. The most erotic woman in the world. 

"Oh that was good, very very good. Are you going to enjoy it after I let you squirt into me."

"Huh?"

"You always clean me up honey, I love it, it is so erotic to see you and feel you eating me out, cleaning me up, are you looking forward to cumming in me, so you can clean me out."

"Oh Mary." I didn't know what to think, we had been doing that for a while, but not much was said.

"I sometimes cum during the day thinking of you licking up your cum, sometimes I finger myself thinking of you licking my bottom, cleaning up your spunk."

She got a faraway look, a look of desire, like she was an alcoholic thinking about her next drink, no, not that, more like a cultist thinking about her savior.

"I get all wet during the day, thinking of you in your panties, working with all those men and women, wondering if they can tell you're a panty boy who licks up his cum."

She slowed down and I matched her, my cock sliding into and then oozing out of her pussy, not all the way, the head staying in her warm moist folds.

"Sometimes I get naked and think about you licking up your cum at work, would you go into the rest-room and jack off if I called, jack off and drink it up for me, for Cheryl? Would you?"

She gave a hard squeeze to my cock, it was buried deep inside her wetness, I was arched upward lifting her up, trying to bury it as deep as I could.

"All naked during the day, just waiting for you to come home, wondering if you are in Cheryl's office, kneeling with your panties around your knees, your camisole held up with one hand while you jack off for her, perhaps her panties on your head."

I collapsed into the bed, and she followed me, feeding me her nipple, my orgasm was nearing, I could feel it getting ready.

"The other day we got a delivery, some things I got for you mail-order, I answered the door with just my robe, nothing on underneath, I'm sure he could see the inside of my boobs, maybe even some aureola, perhaps my nipple. They were sticking out hard, my nipples. My hand smelled like my pussy, it was still damp, damp from stuffing my hand inside me. I thought about you, at work, in your panties, while I was home, thinking naughty thoughts about the delivery man."

"No, please, not a man..." I managed to gasp out.

"You'll have to please me, do whatever I want, whatever Cheryl wants, you'll do that for me won't you, whatever we want."

She was pushing hard at me, her body swallowing my cock, my raging cock, almost ready to pulse into her.

"What would you do for Cheryl, to keep her happy, to keep her from sending me to a bar, to a bar to pick up ... a man."

"I, uh, uh."

"You'd do anything wouldn't you, 'cause you know I want to stay true to you, you and Cheryl, just you two, only you two, no other men."

"Yes, anything, please please."

"Yes, we'll let you do anything won't we, we'll let you do anything, 'cause you want to don't you, you love it don't you."

"Yes yes yes."

"In fact we don't even have to threaten you with another man do we? You love me and you'll do anything for me, or for Cheryl won't you, won't you, won't you."

"Yes, yes."

"I love you my darling, it may not seem like it, but I do, I really do, now, I want you to do something, do you want to do something for me?"

"Yes please please."

"Cum for me, cum now." She sank down on me, I thrust into her all the way into her depths. I felt her spasms, saw her face saw her cum. And I came, hard, spurting shooting filling her up, my balls drained out my cock, everything shot out of my cock, it went and went and went.

And I fell limp as she collapsed onto me. Flopped her full weight onto me. My eyes closed and my cock finally slowly deflated. I wanted to sleep.

As I drifted off I heard her whisper.

"I never would want to, you know, willingly go with another man, but she might make me if she wants to hurt you."

I drifted off, into uneasy dreams, my wife was someone else in the dreams, did she really love me, or was I just something she was saddled with, or was I just a toy for Mary and Cheryl to play with. Or were Mary and I toys for Cheryl?

I thought briefly about what happened to the woman that I married, modest, demure, very sexually uptight. We had fun the exploring and learning, but she was always modest. Then things started happening. Must have been after she met Cheryl. Did I resent my boss for that, or did I owe her some thanks.

The next morning we got up, it was like a normal Saturday in many ways. At least what normal had become in our house. After fixing our breakfast I cleaned up in the kitchen then dusted and cleaned house. Later Mary and I took a shower together.

Before getting into the shower she slathered depilatory cream all over my body except for my pubes and pits. Eventually we got into the shower and my body hair rinsed down the drain. Then we continued with our shower, it was fun, but she would only let things go so far. 

We got out of the shower, I was frustrated but horny, we washed each other, and she took a long time soaping and rinsing my cocklet, but wouldn't let me cum. I had a raging erection again when we finished drying off. 

Still naked she got some shaving cream and a new razor.

"Time to shave darling."

The first thing to go was my armpits. Then she had me bend over and got around my ass, and all the way to my balls. Soon I was smooth and naked, I thought my cock looked a little bigger without hair, but it also looked a little odd.

Afterwords she made me stand naked in the middle of the bedroom with a blindfold on. I heard her go downstairs and then come up a little later.

"Honey, do you remember when you said you'd do anything for me, you remember that don't you?"

"Yes dear." I was more than a little worried, I knew Cheryl was coming today and I knew we were getting ready for her, just didn't know exactly what was going to happen.

"I need you to trust me honey. I know this is going to be shocking, but I need you to stand there and not move, or say anything. Can you do that."

"OK honey, but what...?"

"Don't say anything more honey, in a way this is a test for you, a test of how much you love me and of your self control. Now don't say anything, just put your hands on top of your head, don't move them until I say, keep them there no matter what happens."

I put my hands on my head as she said, I didn't know what to expect and I didn't want to disappoint her. 

The first thing that happened was that she put a little bit of lubricant on my cock, it felt really good, she stroked me to get it all over. I wasn't sure what it was for, because she got very very wet and slippery on her own. She took her hands away. My erection was still standing up as hard as before.

"Now don't say anything and don't move."

And then cold, cold cold cold on my cock, I hissed and my hips twitched and pulled back, but it followed. She was holding a bag of ice to me!

Then it was gone, and so was my erection, then her hands were back, cool now from holding the ice, she slid something onto my cock, at first I thought it was a condom, but it was hard, and curved.

Oh no, I knew what it was, I hoped it wasn't, but I dreaded what was happening. I was a little bit in shock, she was doing it, she, my Mary, my beloved Mary, my wife. She was putting a chastity device on me!

I felt something encircle my balls and cock, some fumbling and then it snapped together and another click. That must have been the lock.

She stood up and hugged me. I could feel her bare breasts pushing into me. She nuzzled into my neck, then kissed my lips, her tongue pushing into me, and god help me but I responded. We kissed and made out, naked, my hands on my head and a blindfold on.




Bettering Their Marriage Ch. 02



Then it tried to get hard. It couldn't. It hurt. I thought that was a dirty trick, to cage me, then get me worked up. I guess she was demonstrating something. It wasn't pleasant. I broke away from her, took the blindfold off and looked down.

I was encased in a clear plastic tube that curved down. It was connected to a plastic ring that encircled my balls and cock. They were locked with a small padlock. It wasn't anything magic. I could get out of it with tools in the garage, a small hacksaw, if used carefully, would cut it off, or a large pair of diagonal cutters or a small bolt cutter would take care of the lock if I didn't want to saw near my sensitive bits.

But it was the idea of locking my cock up that hurt. I would never cheat on my wife, and neither would I force myself on her if she didn't want to be intimate. Why this?

"Why?" I asked out-loud.

"Honey it's symbolic, I don't have the key, Cheryl has it. It is just a reminder that she controls your, our, lovemaking."

"What if I don't want to give that control to her?"

"Honey, face it, you've given it to me already, I have given myself to her, this is just something to show her that you understand."

I thought to myself that if I wanted to show her myself I would have put it on myself. Not have my wife do it. But I knew my logic would fall on deaf ears. And I knew that I would accept this just as I had let myself be led into this in the first place.

Remember, I told myself, two women, together. And me. And I knew that if things went sour, I could always get out of it. Another thing came to mind, I felt a little ashamed that it came last. I loved Mary, I had never been able to say no to her ideas before. If I balked now I might force her to chose and I had a feeling that she would chose Cheryl. And Cheryl was my boss.

A couple of hours later I was on my knees next to my wife in the living room. My longish hair brushed and styled by my wife in a feminine hairdo, lipstick and some light make-up on my face, and my nails and toes painted to match my bright red lipstick.

We both knelt with our knees a little more than shoulder length apart, with our hands on the front of our thighs, looking down at the floor in front of us. We were in the middle of the living room.

Both of us were dressed in matching pink satin bikini panties and short flouncy baby-doll tops. I knew Mary looked sexy as hell, my cock kept trying to harden causing me pain until it subsided. I had found that I had to sit down to pee. 

All the other changes had been introduced to me slowly, this seemed like a lot all at once. I was still reeling from the knowledge that my wife had given herself to another woman.

I thought back to the times when I was younger, when I had watched porn videos and looked at pictures. I got wildly turned on when watching two women together. Now I might get a chance to be there in person when my wife made love to another woman.

I shivered as I re-lived the sensations of the slinky lingerie sliding against my skin as I put it on. The satin panties sliding up my bare legs caused pain in my encased cock, but the sensations of the satin against naked skin sent chills up my spine. As the top slid down my arms and over my chest and back it happened again. 

It seemed that my bare, hairless skin was far more sensitive to the feel of my lingerie than before. I knelt there wondering if it was worth the hassle of keeping it bare. I loved the feeling and hated that my cock was imprisoned.

But as Mary mentioned, if it wasn't constrained it would poke out in an unsightly bulge. I knew I was oozing pre-cum. 

Mary had made me leave my car in the driveway. After about 10 or 15 minutes I heard the garage door opener working. A minute later someone came into the kitchen from the attached garage. I heard high heels clicking across the kitchen floor and then enter the carpeted living room.

As instructed I didn't look up. I felt any fight or resentment disappear. I gave up. Let it happen. In the back of my brain I kept thinking about two women at once. I ignored the idea that the didn't really need me.

I heard the footsteps walk around us, then stop in front of me. I could see a bright red pair of high heels, one foot rose and went between my legs, it contacted my encased cock, it jiggled, and I heard the clink of the lock against the plastic.

"Very good."

Her hand caressed my hair, then she stooped and lifted my face up to look at her. She turned my head from side to side looking at my makeup and lipstick I think.

"Jeff, I want you to put your hands up, as if you were a dog begging."

I hesitated for just a second, then, my face burning, I did it. She took each hand one at a time and lifted it, studied each nail, then my palm.

"Very good. I think a good mani-pedi would do wonders, you'll never pass for a woman, but you aren't meant to, I just want you to be a man in woman's clothes, there is something so erotic about that."

She dropped my hands and told me to put them back on my thighs. She stepped over to Mary, caressed her hair a few times, then stepped back.

"Mary, you may worship my feet."

Mary bent forward and began to kiss and lick Cheryl's feet and shoes, she never stopped, just went from one to the other and back again. I think my eyes bugged out and I turned my head to watch. My cock tried to get hard and I winced from the pain.

Cheryl kicked off her heels and Mary continued to lick and suck her Mistresses feet. She began to lovingly suck each toe and lick between them.

"Stop now Mary, heel."

Just like a dog Mary placed herself at Cheryl's right side and knelt down.

"You see Jeffrey, I have trained your wife, and now she and I will train you. I hope that you will do it willingly and lovingly as your wife has done."

I looked up at her, mouth agape, then to Mary who was looking at the floor in front of herself. Then back to Cheryl.

"You will have to learn never to look up at me when you are in the kneeling position. In the future there will be much time when you will walk and talk like a free person, but when you're on your knees you will remain silent and not look at me unless directed."

I'd had enough and started to get up and pull off the baby-doll as I did.

"If your friends and co-workers and your family were to see the pictures of you in lingerie, of you masturbating and then eating your cum, what would happen?"

I stared at her.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"No need to yell, and no I wouldn't do it, but my slave would do if for me. Wouldn't you slave?"

"Please Mistress, don't make me do it!" from Mary.

"Not if Jeffrey behaves himself."

I started from one to the other. My god! What had I gotten into, my own wife would betray me.

"Jeffrey, you are due for some punishment, finish undressing, including your panties and drape yourself over the arm of the couch."

I stood there in shock looking at Cheryl. She stared back her eyes never flinching, I noticed that her hand was idly petting my Wife's hair, just as one would pet a dog's head.

A lot of thoughts ran through my head, my pride? What pride, I was wearing lingerie and had for a long time. And I loved it. It felt wonderful on my now hairless skin. Punishment? What could this woman do? Balanced against pictures of me going out to family, friends and co-workers.

I finished pulling the gown off of me, and skinned the panties down my legs and off. Her glance at the baby-doll laying on the floor was enough for me to pick it up and try to fold in nicely and put it on a chair, with my panties on top.

I walked to the couch, and at her direction I draped myself over the overstuffed arm, my face buried in the cushions.

"Mary, go and get your paddle."

I heard Mary scurry up the stairs and just as quickly come down.

"No, you do it. You have to learn to discipline him, and he has to learn to take it."

"Jeffrey, she is going to give you ten hard swats, nothing to break the skin or do any more than sting a lot. You can cry if you want, but I don't want to hear any loud noises or cursing, and I don't want you struggling or getting up."

I felt Mary standing beside me. A soft tap on my bottom, as if she was measuring the range then -- WHAM!

I jerked almost upright but then fell back. It stung like hell, and my ass was on fire. WHAM! Again, I jerked and my breathing was harsh, but I stayed bent over. It seemed to go on forever and I lost count. I felt a surge of white hot pain with each blow and by the end I felt a hot pain all over both cheeks.

She stopped. I lay there. I felt a hand caressing my hot bottom, it seemed to sooth it, at least I told myself it did. I had read stories of people getting turned on by being spanked. I wasn't. At least there was no pain from my cocklett trying to get erect, thank goodness for small mercies.

"Jeffrey, you may get up, I want no talking, you may kneel at my left side."

I got up and silently crawled to her left side and then got on my knees, head down and eyes on the floor in front of me. I noticed tears flowing all over my face and my nose trying to run. Cheryl held a tissue and told me to blow, I did. Mary disposed of it.

"Mary now it is your turn. Drape yourself over the couch."

"Yes Mistress."

Now what? What did she do to deserve that?

Cheryl stepped over to Mary, I wondered if I should follow. She must have noticed some movement.

"No Jeffrey, you can stay there." OK I will. My ass burned.

I heard some shuffling, I could just see Mary's feet and lower legs. I saw her panties come down and rest at the top of her calves.

"I am going to give your wife 5 blows, and the reason she is getting them is because of your misbehavior. She has done an excellent job of getting you in lingerie and recording your progress, but she was supposed to have you subdued for this afternoon. In the future any misbehavior on your part will result not only in your punishment, but in hers as well."

At this point I knew better than to look up or protest, and I just knelt there. It was over quickly. I noticed that Mary had to remove her panties completely before kneeling facing me.

"Now is another test Jeffrey, Do a good job and you will have great enjoyment later."

That was all she said, just 'do a good job', at what I asked myself. Then I figured it out. I heard the sound of cloth rustling, a zipper, some movement and she stood between Mary and I, I heard Mary shuffle forward and felt Cheryl back up to me. I looked up and I was staring at her naked bottom.

I heard Mary slurping and felt movement in Cheryl's behind as it pressed into my face.

"You may begin Jeffrey."

I did, I started kissing her cheeks and directed by her hand reaching back and pulling on my hair I started licking between them, I was literally kissing my bosses ass! I was glad she kept herself clean and I really got into it after a while.

I could feel Mary going after her pussy, and then I felt Mary reach to my shoulder, slide down my arm and pull my hand to her. We held hands with one hand and I held onto Cheryl's thigh with the other, pushing my face into her ass. I felt betrayed by my own body when my cock tried to get hard again.

That night was instructive. Later I knelt beside the couch, allowed to lift my head and watch as the two most important women in my life made love. I was told to watch and learn, and I tried to learn.

Cheryl was more aggressive and Mary was gentle and more submissive. They had obviously done this a lot. I watched my boss cum at least three times from the ministrations of Mary's tongue and fingers. Then Cheryl sat up on the couch, my eyes took in her naked body. Her pubic hair was thin and wispy and seemed to have been shaved from her lips.

Her breasts weren't large, but they had plenty of bounce and her nipples were engorged and erect with large aureola. Her tummy had only a slight bulge and her hips were slender. Her bottom I knew from experience was plump and round, but still in proportion with the rest of her. All in all a sexy body on any woman, and particularly on a woman 6 or 7 years my senior. 

I started to get hard again, and winced. She smiled at me.

"Soon Jeffrey, soon. I like seeing you caged like that, but I promise that you will have plenty of time out of it to enjoy yourself."

I blushed like a schoolgirl. I felt the heat in my face. Mary came back with the dildo she had been sent for. Cheryl got up off the couch and sat on the low coffee table. She leaned forward and held out an arm with the dildo in her hand.

"Turn on the CD player Jeffrey."

I scurried over there on my knees. Yes, scurried, and returned to my place. The "Bolero" started playing.

I watched as my wife stepped over the dildo that Cheryl held and squat down slightly as Cheryl raised it up, I watched the dildo spread her wet and glistening lips and slowly ooze inside her pussy. I heard her gasp when it was fully inside of her.

It was a large dildo, not the largest that I had seen her use and had used on her myself, but larger than I was. I was entranced as Mary began to sway in time with the music, moving side to side, front to back and up and down as the music slowly rose in volume.

As she undulated over the dildo in time with the music she lifted her baby-doll off and let it drift to the floor. I saw her begin to play with her own breasts and pinch and pull and roll her nipples. I also saw the look that Cheryl gave me, a pointed look at me then at the pink top that my Wife had let fall to the floor.

I quickly went to it, folded it and placed it on the chair with my underthings. All the time never rising off my knees. I found my place again next to the coffee table, next to Cheryl, watching my wife perform her erotic dance.

"Yes, you may watch my slave perform."

With that permission I openly gaped at the sinuous movements of the wife I felt I hardly knew. She would glance at me as she moved, a proud haughty look. My wife, proud of herself, dancing naked, dancing a maddeningly erotic dance for her mistress.

Dancing on a dildo in her pussy, her wet slick and glistening pussy, her juices running down her legs, as she moved on the dildo in time to the haunting music I could hear the squelching sounds her sopping pussy made as it moved over the dildo.

My cocklett was in constant pain as it tried to engorge. I knew that without it I would have stroked myself to orgasm long ago.

As the music grew in volume and intensity, so did her movements, and as the music ended in its shattering climax, so did my wife. She stood quivering with the fake penis still deep in her pussy.

"Turn off the player Jeffrey." I did, and scurried back to my position.

Cheryl slowly pulled the dildo out of my wife's pussy, I heard one last squelching sound as it came out. I saw Cheryl looking at the wet dildo, then at me. I thought for a moment she was going to give to me to clean, then instead she gave it to Mary who immediately began to lick and suck her own juices off.

Cheryl moved off of the coffee table and stood in front of me. I looked down at the floor, my cock in pain and my bottom still smarting. She held her hand in front of my face.

"Lick."

I did, I lapped up the juices from my wife, the juices that had flowed over the dildo and onto our Mistress's hand. I loved the taste, I had loved the taste of my wife since the very first time I had gone down on her. I licked and sucked each individual finger. The symbolism wasn't lost on me.

She took my hand when I was done and lifted me up, holding my hand as well as Mary's she led us to the stairs. I followed the two ladies up the stairs. Once in the bedroom the two women embraced and kissed.

"Jeffrey, would you please go and get my purse, as well as my other things, bring them up here and hang my blouse and skirt in the closet. Bring up you and your wife's lingerie as well."

When I came back I found that Mary was sitting on Cheryl's lap and they were kissing and fondling each other. Mary wore a smile and was giggling as Cheryl tickled her.

I put the clothing where it needed to go and placed her purse on the dressing table next to the chair where they sat. 

"Jeffrey, would you like it if I released your cocklett?"

I knelt and bowed my head.

"Yes Cheryl. I beg you, please let it out." I thought that was what she wanted to hear.

"You little sissy ass kisser, a yes would have been enough." She laughed and my wife laughed. We were playing a game and I didn't know the rules yet. I hated to be made fun of. But I realized that I was used to doing what I was told.

She told me to lay on my back on the floor. Cheryl knelt on my face, facing my feet. She lowered her pussy to my face and it was my turn to make her cum. I thought that I was good at this and it seemed like she thought so too. She came quickly. 

That was something I soon learned about Cheryl. She could cum quickly, but if she wanted she would delay things and delay more, move, lift or stop, she sometimes teased herself as mercilessly as she would come to tease me.

Then she got up and turned around, I hadn't even realized that I had been set free, she squatted down on my cock and sank onto me in one downward thrust. She told me not to move, she would do all the work. I was just a toy for her to mount.

And she used me. I wasn't to cum until she gave permission, but I had learned over the last few months to control myself. She helped by lifting off when I got close, and several times reached down and pulled on my balls until the urge went away.

We moved to the bed and continued. At some point my wife sat on my face. While I ate my wife, my boss fucked me, all the time they were kissing and playing with each others' breasts. During that time she came repeatedly. Again and again.

Later Mary was kneeling beside us, watching me being fucked by Cheryl. She smiled at me and would occasionally lean forward to kiss me. I was getting desperate, I think we had been at it, on and off, for nearly an hour. I was actually getting a little sore.

My balls definitely hurt, I never did get tired of watching both naked women though. Cheryl's breasts bounced and swayed and jiggled, and she would lean forward and feed them to me, then sit back up and Mary would kiss me, or fondle Cheryl's breasts.

Finally she looked me in the eye, leaning forward her face was inches from mine.

"Cum." Quiet, calm, and given with a little smile.

I did, and did and did. It was another long and drawn out cum as Mary gently pulled and massaged my balls. I saw Cheryl cum again as well. As I came down from my orgasm, she leaned forward and gave me a very gentle kiss. Her tongue barely flicked across my lips.

Then she lay down on her back beside me. I assumed that I was going to clean her out, but she motioned for Mary to do it. I watched my wife licking Cheryl's pussy clean, I saw her swallowing my cum and licking another woman's pussy clean.

When she finished Cheryl told her to clean me. She licked me up and kept eye contact as she did. I decided I could get used to this. Afterwords she got up and went to get a damp washcloth. Cheryl got cleaned with it first, then me.

Mary lay on my other side and both rolled to their sides and rested their heads on my chest as I wrapped my arms around their shoulders. Yes, I could get used to this. I could put up with a lot to have this on a regular basis. Cheryl was working out to be a pretty nice person to belong to. So far. My bottom still stung though.

To be continued?



Bettering Their Marriage Ch. 03



This is the third and last chapter of the "Bettering Their Marriage" series, reading the first two chapters will put this chapter into context. The length of this chapter is around 10,500 words and takes up 3 pages on Lit.

Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. 

This story includes scenes of graphic sex and sexual perversions needed to further the plot, and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth. 

This story includes scenes of female domination, forced cross dressing, and other activities often found with those topics, including revenge. Do not read if you don't like these themes.

I have had many suggestions as how this story should progress, but it would be impossible to include all the different scenarios that were sent to me. So in the end I went in the direction of my original plan. Thanks to all of you who sent encouragement and suggestions, they are appreciated and may be used on future stories I write.

The Cast:

Jeff - The husband. He has been gradually introduced to wearing lingerie and has accepted it, but has recently found out that his wife has been conspiring with his boss the whole time. Doubts are forming in his mind.

Mary – his wife, totally devoted to, and in love with, Cheryl.

Cheryl – Jeff's boss and the mistress of Mary.

Gwen – Cheryl's administrative assistant.





Jeff was standing the corner of his bedroom, his feet were spread slightly apart and he stood close enough that his toes touched the baseboards on either side of the corner. 

His shoulders were back, and they brushed the walls on either side of the corner. His nose was inches from the corner and he stared forward with his eyes glazed over, his mind turned inward.

He was wearing a baby-doll nightie in pale blue with darker blue satin bloomer panties that had ties at the bottom which were loosely tightened. The whole outfit was accented with contrasting lace. 

There was a small bow at the front of his bloomers and another adorned his top just below the cleavage created by his glue-on breasts. They were high-dollar appliances, and looked like the real thing, perfectly matching his skin tone.

Jeff was in pain, partly from standing still for so long and partly because his cock was trying to become erect in a chastity device he wore. The only sounds in the room came from the bed behind him, on it his boss Cheryl and his wife were naked.

Jeff's wife, Mary was servicing Cheryl, there were sighs, groans and grunts coming from the two women as Cheryl prompted Mary with one word commands like 'Yes', 'there', 'harder', 'softer', 'more' and 'good girl'

Finally Cheryl pushed Mary away from between her legs.

"Very good Mary, you're getting better every time. Why don't you go over to Jeff and let him lick your fingers."

Mary rolled out of the bed and stepped behind her husband, reaching around she pushed two fingers into his mouth. He needed no command to lick and savor Cheryl off of his wife's hand.

The last time he had any sexual contact with his wife was just before the first time Cheryl visited their house. Once she arrived it was technically a threesome, but he had sex with his boss, not his wife.

Not that Mary missed any sex that night, she gave Cheryl many orgasms and received several herself. The closest that Mary and Jeff came was watching each other and the occasional kiss while Cheryl rode him. Afterwords the three of them cuddled up and fell asleep.

Cheryl had only visited one other time, a week ago. Jeff didn't get to participate and was left in the kitchen, in his chastity device and handcuffed to the water faucet at the kitchen sink. He stood like that, naked and bent over the sink for two hours. Once Cheryl left Mary released his wrists, but not his chastity device. 

He savored Cheryl's scent even after Mary went back to her mistress. Not that he hadn't tasted his boss before. Since that first night he had orally serviced her nearly every day at work.

ooooOOOoooo

She would call him into her office during the day. He still remembered the first time. He was expecting something, but not a word from her until mid-afternoon. Then he got a call ordering him to report to her office with a specific file. The meeting went for on for about ten minutes as he explained what was in the file. Then she started.

"That's fine Jeff, you can proceed with this as you see fit, you're doing a good job here and I have been keeping Mr. Holloway informed of that."

"Thank you Cheryl."

"Now I want you to stand in the middle of the floor there."

He went to the spot she indicated, about half way between her desk and the door that led into the outer office. Only a thin wall separated him from Cheryl's secretary. Beside the door was a narrow frosted glass panel, shadows might be distinguished through it. He was nervous.

"Strip."

He stared at her. Not daring to say anything he looked over his shoulder to the door.

"Yes, she might come in at any minute." Cheryl said with a grin. Then continued.

"Or did I remember to tell her not to disturb me?" Her face turned grim.

"Strip!"

He didn't want to anger her, regardless of what she did with his wife, she was his boss, a few words in the ear of the company president and he would be looking for a new job. That would really hurt. 

He made good money, but the house they lived in was just on the edge of what they could afford, and Cheryl had insisted on an expensive car recently. He couldn't afford to be out of work for very long.

He slipped off his shoes and placed them by the chair next to her desk, followed by his socks, then coat and tie, shirt, and finally his trousers. He stood in front of her in just his panties, pink today, and a white camisole. 

"Your camisole doesn't match does it? As long as you behave, I'll let you wear white under your shirt."

"Thank you ma'am."

"You're not done, get the lingerie off."

He slowly pulled the silky camisole over his head. In spite of his predicament he still noticed the slinky silky sensations of the wispy garment sliding over his skin, he shivered from the sensation and his encased cock twitched.

Next were his panties, they were pink satin with a darker pink bow in front and frills along the waistband and leg openings, he slid them down and again his cock tried to swell within its prison. He couldn't tell if it was because he was turned on by stripping in a near-public place, or because of the satin sliding down his shaved legs. He pulled the sensual garment over his feet one at a time.

He stood naked except for his clear plastic cock prison. His cock tried again to inflate and he winced in pain.

Cheryl stood and came over to him, she inspected him closely, verifying that he was without any body hair. She directed him to raise and lower his arms, she played a riding crop over his body sending shivers up his spine.

"Very well slave, keep yourself hairless, completely hairless except for your head."

"Yes ma'am."

"Kneel."

He did. She pulled up her dress.

"Remove my panties."

When he had removed them she went behind her desk and sat on her chair. She directed him to get his clothing and put it in the closet. Then motioning him forward she soon had him backed partially under her desk and kneeling between her spread legs. Leaning forward she caressed his chin and looked into his eyes.

"I want you to get as far under my desk as possible you are going to lick and play with my pussy, gently, for the next half hour. I advise you to make yourself as quiet and small as possible as I may have people in this office."

He gulped and cramped himself down and tried to edge himself into the knee space of her desk. He was extremely uncomfortable. When he leaned forward to her pussy she took a picture with her cell phone and then flipped her dress over him.

As he began his worship of her pussy he reflected that if anyone caught them she would be as likely to lose her job as he was, that was no comfort to him. He heard her start talking, apparently on her cell. He could only hear her side of the conversation. 

"Slut, can you see the picture I sent"

"Yes, in my office."

It had to be his wife.

"Mmmm he's very good, very good indeed."

"No, he's completely naked, well, with a chastity device of course. I have complete control of him."

"No body hair at all, and he wears lingerie all the time. I'm thinking of putting him in stockings and garter belt under his work clothes as well."

That's odd he thought, surely she doesn't have to tell Mary all that. She knew already.

"Yes that's the best part, not only is he married, but I have his wife under my control as well, I actually enslaved her first."

"That's very funny."

"No, so far just me and each other, no-one else, yet."

"Really, you think so?"

"That would be exciting. Why not? Yes, right now."

She hung up, then her heard her use the office phone.

"Gwen, someone's coming down to my office, let them right in. Yes."

She touched his head.

"Back to work slave, and remember, softly and gently, and quietly, you wouldn't want Gwen to hear you if she comes in. It's about the time for the inter-office mail to arrive."

He was on autopilot, did she just invite someone else from the office in? Had she sent his picture, he wanted to shrink into nothing. His cock nearly had.

He heard the office door open and then close. Any footsteps were muffled by his position and the carpet on the floor.

"Come in, come in, don't say a word, lets keep him guessing."

He felt her hand on his head and sensed her body turn to the side. He heard what could have been a kiss.

"He's right here, his clothes are in the closet there, oh, he's a wonderful cunt licker."

He felt another hand on his head, a man, a woman? It pulled away. He heard the closet door open.

"Yes, go look, isn't it precious? I would like it to be pink, but we don't want it to show through his white shirt too obviously. Of course if he were to misbehave...."

He heard Cheryl laugh.

"I've a wicked idea, take your panties off, and put his on, then we'll have him wear yours home. He can wash them tonight by hand and bring them in tomorrow."

"He'll have some explaining to his wife tonight." She laughed. 

"Oh it will be so much fun, he won't know if he's wearing a woman's panties or the panties of another man! He doesn't know how many slaves I might have."

More laughing and she closed her legs over his head, he couldn't hear or breathe, finally she opened them, he thought he heard the door close as he gulped for air.

An hour later he was at his desk, he didn't know who's panties he was wearing, but he did rather like them. They were black satin with red trim. He didn't dare sniff the crotch to see if it smelled of a woman or man, not in front of Cheryl, and now they would smell of him.

Later that evening Mary had asked about the panties hanging in the bathroom and he had to explain the entire episode. She laughed and became turned on, he fell asleep curled up in the bed licking his wife, and getting no relief for himself.

Since then each day had been a variation of the theme, sometimes just Cheryl, sometimes blindfolded, or crouched under Cheryl's desk, while the mysterious person or person's visited. At least he knew now that it was a woman, assuming there was only one.

Twice he had gotten relief. Once from Cheryl and once from the other woman. The first time it started out to be the standard humiliation of stripping and going down on Cheryl as she lounged in her office chair. This time at least she had her chair turned sideways so that he didn't have to crouch under the desk.

"Very very good Jeff, very good." Cheryl said after she came, then continued:

"But I'm not quite satisfied, move the side chair over here."

It was an older, armless wooden office chair, she had him move it away from the desk and stand in front of her while she released his cock. It immediately sprang into full erection. She made him go to the en-suite office bathroom and wash it up, then return.

Cheryl commanded him to sit in the chair, and after she carefully hiked up her dress she straddled him. With one hand on his shoulder and the other guiding him into her, she lowered herself onto him while he held her dress up out of the way.

"Oh, that's nice, you have a very nice little cocklet." She grinned at him.

"Does it bother you that we always talk about it that way, as if it's small and insignificant?"

"I'm getting used to it." He replied carefully. He sat without moving, his hands still on her hips, holding up her dress. He didn't know how long he could hold out. Luckily she was just sitting on him and not moving.

Cheryl laughed at his answer, and then unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra cups down, freeing her breasts, it was a visual treat, she had long nipples, his mouth almost started watering with desire to suck them. She pulled his head down and he eagerly began to nuzzle and suck her nipples.

At that same time she began to move up and down on his cock, he still thought of it as his cock, even if Cheryl and Mary wouldn't allow him to call it that. He was pleased that Cheryl had such a snug and juicy pussy, he was loving the way it held him and stimulated him.

"Mmm that feels good little Jeffy, I'll have to do this more often."

Jeff murmured an answer and started to push into her in time with her subtle movements.

"Are you sure no-one will come in?"

"Mostly sure, Gwen will give me warning."

They continued their secret fuck, then suddenly Cheryl convulsed over his cock without warning. She bit into his shoulder painfully as she pushed down on his cock. With his head buried between her breasts he lurched upwards and came into her.

They sagged together for a few minutes while their breathing slowed down, with his slowly deflating cock still in her pussy. After a minute or two of relaxation Cheryl made him get up and clean himself, then she put his chastity device back on.

The second time was humiliating, the mystery woman and Cheryl lounged on the couch, while Jeff, blindfolded and kneeling on the coffee table had to masturbate himself to orgasm, catch his cum and eat it down. The entire time Cheryl insulted and berated him. It took a long time for him to get hard and then to cum.

ooooOOOoooo

He was brought back to the present when he felt a hand, Cheryl's hand, caress his satin encased bottom.

"You are such a sweet obedient boy Jeff, and I know that you do everything you can for Mary, but she does miss a good hard cock, too bad yours is all tied up." 

Cheryl laughed at her joke, then went on:

"Turn around and help me get this situated will you?"

She pressed on his shoulder as he turned and he sank to his knees. In front of him Cheryl was naked, her pussy with it's landing strip was in front of him.

"Here Jeff, help me with this."

She was holding a strapless strap on, it had a part to fill Cheryl up, and was curved so that any pressure on the cock end would press against her clit as well as move inside of her.

He took it and eased it into her pussy, seating it fully into her, as she turned away the artificial cock slapped him in the face. He saw her fasten a single strap around it and present her back to him so that he could tighten it.

"I suppose I don't really need the strap, but I like the security of having it." She commented, almost to herself. It was a little irritating to Jeff that she talked as if he was incapable of getting an erection, rather than that he was in a chastity device.

ooooOOOoooo

He thought to himself that he could easily just cut it off, but for his wife's sake he let it stay on, she seemed to really enjoy being a sex slave to Cheryl. He also had to admit to himself that even though fewer, the orgasms he got were exceptional. He wished he could go back and change things to the way they were when it was just he and his wife.

Then he realized that it hadn't been just he and Mary for a long time, since before she started to introduce him to lingerie. They didn't have much in the way of a marriage before then, but they certainly didn't have much of one now either. But even with his device he still came more than he did in the years prior to all this.

It had been some time since they had a 'normal' relationship. Mary had gradually introduced him to lingerie and that was fun too. All the humiliating things that Mary said to him in the privacy of their home were more in jest, as an added spice to their games.

But she slowly morphed the things she said into the hurtful insults that the two of them battered him with. He had gotten used to letting them roll of his back like rain off a duck that generally he could stand anything they said, listening to them as if they were happening to someone else.

Lately though the humiliation by Cheryl at the office was impossible to ignore. And stripping and servicing her at work wasn't in any way loving. Although he loved it when she let him cum. Until the first time that she did release him, he worried that even without the chastity device he would never be able to get an erection again, but he was wrong.

One of his fears was that he would come to enjoy being naked, vulnerable and used in Cheryl's office. Another fear was that he wouldn't. If only he didn't get turned on by the sensual feel of his lingerie.

ooooOOOoooo

Snapping back to the present, he watched Cheryl walk up to Mary, who knelt in front of her. Mary took the dildo into her mouth and started sucking as if her life depended on it. She had hated to suck Jeff under any circumstances, so much so that when they were first experimenting with the Dominant lifestyle, and she was playing the submissive partner, he didn't make her do it to him.

He wished he had now, he wondered where she got to be so good at it. He watched as she slid her head forward and took the entire dildo into her mouth, it had to be in her throat as she pushed her lips into Cheryl's mound.

As Mary pulled back her lips were drooling saliva, he heard her take a few deep breaths and she slid forward again. There was no sound in the room except for the drooling gagging of Mary as she gasped for breath.

The demonstration went on for only a few minutes, but to Jeff it seemed forever. Then Cheryl told Jeff to sit in the chair near the foot of the bed, she positioned Mary on her back with her legs drawn up and spread apart.

"You see Jeff, this is how she behaves for me. Watch as someone who knows what Mary needs fucks her."

She knelt between Mary's legs and slowly slid her imitation cock into her slave's pussy. Jeff watched it spread his wife's lips and slide in accompanied by Mary's moans of satisfaction. 

The two women soon established a rhythm and were bringing themselves to several mutual orgasms as they fucked. Mary looked up at Cheryl with love in her face, perhaps worship and they often kissed with deep, tongue tangling passion.

Jeff watched impassively as he could. He recognized that it was an erotic sight but he kept his mind elsewhere for fear that his cock would betray him. He had enough mental pain right now without having to suffer the physical pain that an erection attempt would bring. 

Somewhere in the back of his brain he started to think about getting out of this situation with Cheryl and his wife. He reasoned that it would be different if he was free to make love to his wife, and if she didn't so obviously prefer Cheryl over him.

When Cheryl was finished the two women went into the bathroom and showered together. Jeff heard their laughing and playing through the open door. He managed to stare ahead. When they had cleaned up Cheryl left. Mary ordered Jeff to re-make the bed with fresh sheets. Mary climbed between the sheets naked and settled herself.




Bettering Their Marriage Ch. 03



"Come on Jeff, join me for a cuddle, we can spoon and I'll tell you about my day at work."

"In a minute dear, I want to clean up downstairs and make sure everything's all right."

"OK darling. What an exciting evening, don't you think?"

"Yes dear I'll be right back."

Jeff turned off the lights and went about his routine before bedtime. He loaded the dishwasher and set the timer to off in the mid-morning, so that they could stack their breakfast dishes in it and forget it until evening.

He went around and picked up in the living room and made sure all the doors and windows were locked and the garage door was down. He checked on Mary and she was fast asleep, then went into the room they kept as a home office, study and reading room.

He turned on his laptop and checked his email, wrote a few short emails to friends and then spent a long time on the internet, he even linked into the office system and got some work done before he felt tired. It seemed to him as if since he was in chastity he was concentrating more on work.

He stopped to think about what Mary said about it being such and exciting night. It wasn't for him. When did she become so callous about his feelings, there was a time, once, when they were so careful and protective of each other. He decided to stay up a little longer and did some more searches. He found what he was looking for, made some notes and then shut down and went to bed.

ooooOOOoooo

Time went on. Mary progressed in her domination of Jeff and, presumably in her submission to Cheryl. Jeff didn't see them together very often after that night, Mary began to visit Cheryl in the evenings, on weekends often spending the night and the next day with Cheryl. Jeff used the time to work on his laptop.

Mary continued punishing Jeff, she told him that Cheryl wanted him to become used to a belt instead of the ping-pong paddle that they had been using, it hurt a lot more, even when Mary used it lightly, so she mostly spanked him. 

She had begun to use a strap-on occasionally, unfortunately without letting him out of his chastity device. He was used to her inserting things there, but with his cock caged he couldn't fully enjoy it. 

He could see that in the right circumstances it would be fun, even exciting. But with the way things were now, they way she treated him, it was just something to be endured.

Cheryl had the keys to his device, and began to release him at least once a week at work. His sessions in the afternoons continued, with the addition of him kneeling and masturbating for his mistress. Often with a blindfold on. 

He didn't know who the mystery woman was, because he always had a blindfold on when she was there. But he positively ruled out any possibility of it being Mary once he went down on mystery woman. 

She didn't have the same taste as Mary. Jeff didn't know why each of the three women he was now regularly licking tasted different, but they did. All with a similarity, but each subtly different.

Although the mystery woman didn't talk, she seemed to be as much in Cheryl's power as Jeff was, although she seemed eager to please Cheryl, and even at ease with her. The two of them would often laugh at Jeff's expense. He realized it was someone at work, but he had no idea who she was.

Then one day things accelerated. A second mystery woman was introduced. It was five weeks after the last time Cheryl was at Jeff's home. Jeff was naked, he wore a blindfold and he was handcuffed behind his back. 

It was mid-afternoon in Cheryl's office. He was having a hard time getting an erection even though he had been released from his device. Cheryl had already been licked to one orgasm.

He knelt on the office floor, to the side of the desk, between the desk and the couch area of the office. There was a small knock at the office door.

"Come in." Cheryl said.

"Yes," she continued, "come in and close the door."

Jeff heard a gasp.

"Stand over there next to Jeff."

Jeff heard the muffled steps come near and stop. He sensed the woman standing next to him. He smelled a waft of perfume, familiar, something he liked, a fresh, floral, clean scent.

"Strip!"

"Nnn.."

"Shut up! No talking!"

He heard Cheryl get up and felt her brush past him. There was a gasp, and some struggling. A loud slap. Another gasp, then some mumbling. Another slap. Cheryl stepped back, he heard her chair squeak.

"Now, that gag will keep you quiet. Keep your hands down!"

He heard the sound of someone dropping their hands suddenly to flop against their side.

"Now you can strip, you don't have to be subtle this time. Just get out of your clothes. This exercise is to inspect you."

Jeff heard the woman undress, some rustling, he heard the shoes come off and a snap as the waistband of her panties slipped and slapped back. Then silence.

"That's much better, I know you realize that you have no choice, if I want I can have you fired, no-one will re-hire you when I give them the evidence of your theft."

She mumbled.

"It doesn't matter that you didn't. I have evidence that you did. You can't prove that you didn't, that's what counts. What would your family think, what would the police say. No, you are mine to play with. I'll let you go, if you behave, eventually. I'll work out later just how long your sentence with me will be, I assure you that it will be less than if you were prosecuted for embezzlement."

He heard her moan.

"I'm sure you noticed this worm here. His name is Jeff, but you knew that. He is also my slave. He didn't come to me like you did, oh no. He volunteered. Then I got embarrassing pictures of him."

Cheryl paused, he heard her get up and then felt her toe nudge his soft cock and balls.

"Actually I got his wife to enslave him first. She introduced him to panties, then lingerie, he seemed to take to it without any argument."

She caressed his head, reached behind him and released his pony tail, she fluffed his hair out. His anger, always present now, at Cheryl, his wife, his situation started flaring. His interviews, his research, his appointments during his free lunches, or after work no longer felt like a betrayal.

"You want to know about his wife don't you, well I seduced her a long time ago. Their marriage had lost any passion it had, she wanted something more and was trying to re-kindle the lost passion and fell for me like a ton of bricks. She is quite cute really. You would like her. Maybe I'll introduce you to her."

Jeff felt her play with his hair some more. He liked it long, always had, but the way Mary and Cheryl played with it and styled it without consulting him was hurtful.

"Of course she loves me, and will do anything. I asked her to get into the accounting system where she works. She's really an excellent IT person. And now I get checks deposited to a secret account of mine every few weeks, it seems their system thinks they're buying goods from a dummy company I set up."

Cheryl laughed out loud. Jeff groaned out loud, poor Mary, what had she done.

"Well, not exactly, actually I had poor Mary set it up. All that money, supposedly untraceable. I hope it's untraceable, for Mary's sake."

Jeff was in hell, did Mary really love Cheryl still? Or was she just going along with her for fear of the consequences of Cheryl spilling the beans?

He felt Cheryl slide her hand under his chin and lift his face up. He couldn't see her because of the blindfold, but he knew he would be looking up at her if he could see.

"So you see Jeff, if I ever get displeased with you, Mary goes to jail. If Mary displeases me, She goes to jail."

There was a pause, she let him go.

"And you, poor dear Gwen, if you displease me, I'll tell them upstairs how you have been not only stealing from the petty cash, but you've been altering all the travel expense reports and skimming money from them. It's quite the clever scam you have there. I should know, I thought it all up by myself."

Cheryl laughed out loud. Jeff heard a moan from Gwen. Gwen, that's where he remembered the perfume from. He had even wanted to ask her what it was so he could get some for Mary, but never did, for fear she might take it as sexual harassment. 

He thought about Gwen, standing there, naked beside him. A puppet of Cheryl, just like he was. Naked Gwen. He felt a stirring down below, suddenly he felt his erection, full and hard, burning hard. It had been a week since he had been allowed out of chastity and now he was hard. Gwen. Sexy Gwen. Naked.

"Oh, our little Jeffy has a hard on, oh my Gwen, the mention of your name gives him a little stiffie."

Jeff hung his head in shame.

"Poor Jeffy, you can't see the luscious Gwen all naked can you, I'll describe her for you. She's a natural redhead, and she had a cute little landing strip, but as you know I don't allow body hair on my slaves, so that will have to come off. Oh yes, her boobs are all natural.

He heard Gwen take a harsh deep breath through her nose, and another slap.

"They have a wonderful natural slope and are so squeezable, firm yet bouncy. Her aureola are a little bigger than a silver dollar. Her nipples are very large, Gwen dear have you ever nursed a child?"

There was silence for a minute.

"She says no, and no stretch marks either, Gwen dear, are you a virgin?"

More silence.

"Oh Jeff, you will be glad to hear that she is nodding that yes she is, how absolutely precious. And unusual for a thirty-three year old, at least according to her driver's license. She has such a rosy blush when she's embarrassed."

He felt Cheryl's hand pull his hair.

"Up dear boy, up, over here."

She led him to the couch and pushed him to it. A moment later he felt someone sit next to him, from the naked hip touching him he realized it was Gwen. He wondered about her being a virgin. 

He knew she wasn't overly religious, he had seen her at the company Christmas party having a few drinks, and she always dressed very well even sexily, and flirted with the single men. Was she lesbian?

"Now Jeff, you can feel Gwen next to you. I want you to get back on your knees, here, I put a pillow down, just get down there between her legs and make love with your lips."

He heard a moan, and a slap.

"No back talk, he's very good, I don't expect you to cum, this time, but it's going to be a regular thing, every day, until you let go and cum."

Jeff did, she didn't, and for the next week similar scenes played out. He found he loved her pussy, it tasted good, clean, but natural, he started feeling her clit swell by the end of the week, and it seemed to be very large.

He didn't see her naked that first week, he was always blindfolded. But he had to wear her lingerie home, wash it, and give it back to her the next day. She took his and they exchanged the clean panties the next day. 

The panty return was always at her desk, where they could see each other. They both blushed. He noticed that her underwear got sexier the second day, the pair she 'gave' him to wear home that first day were plain white cotton. 

Jeff hated the panty return. Gwen's desk was in an outer office outside of Cheryl's office. The smaller outer office didn't have a door that closed, just an opening in the wall. He had to come in and hand her panties over. The first time was the worst. Cheryl was there, standing beside the desk.

"Come on Jeffy, hand it over. No not like that, place it on her desk, right there on her blotter."

He placed it where she indicated, looking up he saw the blush in Gwen's cheeks. He couldn't help but notice how cute she looked.

"Yes, that's right, you folded it very neatly. Now thank her for letting you wear her panties."

He shot a look at Cheryl, she loved to torture others. Then he looked to Gwen.

"Here are your panties Gwen, thanks for letting me wear them yesterday."

Gwen took them back quickly and plopped them down in a desk drawer.

"Now Gwen, you give Jeff back his panties, and don't forget to thank him."

Gwen opened the drawer up and took out the hot pink panties that Jeff had worn to work yesterday and held them out to him.

"Thanks for letting me wear your panties yesterday Jeff, they're very pretty."

He took them and slid them into his coat pocket, his face burning hotter, if that was possible. The three of them went into Cheryl's office for the remainder of the lunch hour. By then it seemed less embarrassing to strip and perform for Cheryl than the exchange of clean panties was. He did find it difficult to strip while blindfolded.

From then on, every day there was a panty exchange, even if Cheryl didn't need their services, they had to meet to remove and exchange panties. A week later for the first time they did it without Cheryl's supervision.

Jeff came up when Gwen made a call to his office. He came right up, it was just before his normal lunch break.

"I guess she wants us now?"

"No, she's in a meeting, won't be back today. She wants us to go to her office and remove our panties and exchange them."

They went into Cheryl's office, they stood and faced each other, just out of reach of each other. Gwen slipped off her shoes, reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down and off.

"Your turn." She said with a little grin.

Jeff blushed and had to slip off his loafers, then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, pulled his zipper down then pulled off his trousers. 

"It's a little harder for you, wearing slacks like that, but easier than with a blindfold. Too bad you don't wear a skirt." Gwen said softly.

Jeff took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. If only she knew what he had to wear at home, heck, maybe she did.

"You should see what they make me wear at home."

"I guess I've heard, she likes to boast." 

He was still standing there in a pair of purple hipsters, his trousers in his hand.

"Not very manly, huh."

"I think it's very cute. I'd like to see you dressed up."

He groaned out loud.

"Not you too!"

"No, not like that, I love sexy underthings, and I think it's sexy for a man to wear lingerie. I wish ... I wish." Blushing fiercely she couldn't go on.

"You wish?" Jeff answered eagerly, then winced as his cock tried to expand.

She sighed, gestured for him to pull off his panties, then went on.

"I wish this was all different, we weren't being forced, you know, just two people...."

He kept his silence as he pulled the panties off. Thinking about what she said as he took her panties and pulled them on.

"Now that I think about it, if she isn't coming back, why are we doing this?"

She seemed flustered for a moment, then dropped her skirt, let him see the hose, the garter straps peeking out from under her blouse. She smiled and pulled up her blouse so he could see her pussy. Shaved now. She twirled before sitting down and slowly slowly slowly pulled his panties up her legs, smiling at him the whole time.

"Just so we're even. I never thought I would get used to being exposed to other people at work, or anywhere else. I guess you can get used to anything."

"You didn't answer my question, about why we're doing it this way today since Cheryl's not here."

"I like you, and maybe I'm getting more than just used to being naked with you, and, and, er, the other."

"You said, 'I wish'. I guess I do too. To change the subject, she said you're a virgin. I hope you realize what she may have in store for you."

"It's true, I've never been with a man, all the way anyway. All the boys in school, and since, they've been grabby or dull, or smelly, or whatever. You're different. I've made do with ... substitutes. But I admire what you've done just because you thought your wife wanted you to do. I like that."

"Well, it isn't like I haven't had second thoughts." He gestured toward his encased cock as he finished getting dressed.

"How would you like lunch?" She pointed to the wall, and pulled her ear.

He caught the 'walls have ears' pantomime, never thinking before that Cheryl might have bugged her own office. A wisp of a thought came to him. He opened the door and gestured for her to precede him out the door. He glanced around the office for a second before leaving with a thoughtful look on his face.

They went to lunch, and had a long conversation, telling each other about themselves. Talking about Cheryl, about the blackmail that was going on. About the situation in the office, about the office systems. 

It seems Gwen had minored in IT systems in college, while majoring in English. She had planned on teaching, but even her present position payed better. She enjoyed puzzles, and in college had enjoyed hacking into supposedly secure computer systems for fun.

She also revealed the name of Mystery Woman number one. It was Ms. Fleur, up on the next floor. She was a vice president, over all the purchasing of raw materials for the manufacturing division.

The following few weeks had several days when Cheryl was out for most of the day. She seemed to be in a lot of high level meetings, some held completely off site. Rumors were that the company was in the process of either buying out, merging with, or being bought out by another company.

Each time they found themselves alone they stripped completely, Gwen felt sorry for Jeff in his confinement. He started going down on her after the second time alone. Between their alone time and their 'supervised' time, Gwen was soon able to cum, and cum and cum as he ate her out.

Cheryl didn't speak to the rumors, even when asked, and each time she was gone Jeff spent more time than needed in her office. With Gwen's help he was soon able to hack into her desktop pc.

To make up for the time she was spending out of the office, Cheryl began to spend time in the evenings, and sometimes all night, at Jeff and Mary's home. In between Cheryl's visits Jeff tried to question Mary.

"Darling..."

"Mistress!"

"Yes, mistress, darling mistress, could we talk?"

"That got your attention didn't it." She smiled.

"Yes, mistress, do you want me to refer to you that way all the time."

"We'll see. Go ahead, slave, but please don't bore me, or I'll have to punish you."

"Uh, darling, mistress, how close are you to Cheryl?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if ... if we were able to get out from under her. How would you feel about her then?"

"Get out from under her?"

"You know, pictures, her domination, her being in charge."

"Before you go any further, let me explain Jeff. I love her. I fell in love with her before I submitted to her. I invited her to be my Mistress, our Mistress."

"Was our marriage that miserable?"

"No darling. We were experimenting, we were getting better, I loved to dominate you, and I know she's gone a lot further than you, or I, imagined, but I love it."

"How much to you love her?" His heart was in his throat as he waited for her answer.

"Between you and Cheryl?"

He paused and finally said:

"Yes"

"Darling, I do like you, so much. We have a long history together, but lets face it, you just aren't much of man are you, letting me put that on you, letting us humiliate you, putting up with wearing lingerie. You understand don't you?"

"You love her, and like me."

"Yes dear, I'm sorry to hurt your feelings, I want us to stay together, I love to snuggle up to and keep me warm, I love the way you can lick me to orgasm, but she is better, and she has a cock that never gets soft. I would go with her if I could only be with one of you."

"Honey, she said something about a fraud at your work."

"Yes, it was her idea, but it was quite simple. I know it isn't honest, but it's only a small amount compared to what the company makes. They should be glad I found out how to do it. I've plugged the holes, no one could do it now, except me."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"It all goes to Cheryl. She's going to use it for our retirement." She paused and looked guilty for a micro second then quickly blurted out: "I meant all of our retirements."




Bettering Their Marriage Ch. 03



Something in him died, but it was almost dead anyway, she just gave it the coup de grace.

"I understand dear, I know my place." He answered.

"If you're worried, we can always get a no-fault divorce. I've been thinking that perhaps Cheryl and I could be married."

"Divorce me, and marry her? You used to complain about them allowing same sex marriages in this state."

"I know I did, but she's changed my mind. It wouldn't be traditional, I'm sure I would be just one in her stable of slaves, but wouldn't you feel better if we weren't married, you wouldn't feel so bad about not being allowed to fuck me."

"A no-fault divorce?"

"Yes, just on paper, you would still live here, just like we have been, we would split everything equally, Cheryl says she'll buy out your half of the house."

"How soon?" 

He was a little in shock, but part of him was rejoicing, maybe there was a way out of this after all. But he felt insulted and abandoned by his wife of many years, but on the whole, after she professed her love for Cheryl, he knew this was for the best.

It was surprisingly easy. One day he got home and before he could change his clothes he was presented with some papers, he read them and signed. He opened his own bank account, and one day at lunch he took a small apartment.

Cheryl was still forcing he and Gwen to perform almost daily when she was in the office, and they performed for each other when she wasn't there. The exchange of panties in private was a ritual that they came to love.

Cheryl was becoming more and more strict with him and with Mary. He assumed that she was just as harsh with Gwen when it was just the two of them. He had yet to spend the night at his apartment, but every chance he got, he brought something from home to put there.

On night, a month after the divorce was final Cheryl was at their house, that is now it was Mary's house that he lived in as her sex slave. He had just deposited the money for his half of the cost of the house. 

The night started with him as usual serving supper, doing dishes and other domestic chores while dressed in a maid's outfit. He was soon ordered up to the bedroom and told to strip down to his Lingerie where he once again spent a couple of hours facing the corner listening while the two women had sex.

OoooOOOoooo

Standing in the corner once again his mind wandered, more and more he thought about Gwen, about their time together without Cheryl. He thought about what they were doing, slowly and carefully when they had a chance to use Cheryl's log-in. 

It seemed that she kept everything on her work computer. Everything, her personal accounts, photos, everything. And her password was ridiculous, Gwen figured it out after looking at the doodles on her desk blotter pad. He had even been able to log into the company system and Cheryl's desktop pc with his home lap-top.

He thought about a life without fear, without worries at work. He liked what he did, and he would miss the give and take in the department, a good bunch of people who all worked well together, that is until Cheryl took over. He worried about how fast, or slow, the rumored buy-out was happening.

She had spent a lot of time out of the office, and of the two days she had been back the last week, she had only released him once, he had to kneel before Cheryl while Gwen went down on her. He was told to jack off and he did, then, while Gwen watched, he had to lick up his own cum.

He felt a light smack on his panty covered bottom. He actually liked this set of lingerie. Bright blue with white trim; hipster panties with matching front closure bra holding in his glued on breasts. Garter belt and hose completed the outfit.

"Over here slut!" Cheryl barked at him. 

Cheryl directed him to stand beside the bed while Cheryl once again used her strap on to fuck his ex-wife. The two women kissed and made a big production of their love-making while laughing at him for not being able to get an erection. 

He let his mind wander again. He realized that he had been putting himself into some sot of trance while they cornered him and that he was doing it again. He was thinking about a project at work this time.

He suddenly felt a smashing pain in the side of his face. Cheryl had slapped him hard!

"Wool gathering again you stupid slug! Mary, get the belt!"

"Yes Cheryl."

He caught a glance at Mary as she went to get the heavy belt from the closet, she looked worried. Damn. He should have been paying attention. He had spent so much 'corner time' lately that he found it hard to come out of it and interact with others without a few minutes to get up to speed.

They had graduated to a belt rather than the ping pong paddle that Mary had used on him for more serious punishments before. She still usually used her hand to spank him for the usual minor infractions when they were alone, but at Cheryl's insistence a heavy leather belt was used now.

He had only felt it twice before. In Mary's hands it wasn't that bad as she didn't strike him very hard, but he could tell it could be very very painful if someone put much muscle behind it.

He told himself he had to stay sharp, now Mary was going to have to hit him, and Cheryl would probably make her lay it on hard, then Cheryl would use it on Mary just as hard. He hated to see his wife, no his ex-wife, being punished by someone else, regardless of the fact that their love had died, they still had a lot of history together.

"you!" Cheryl said pointing at Jeff, "get over there!" She pointed at the backless make up stool Mary had. He draped himself over it.

"You!" Pointing at Mary, "Fifty, hard ones! Now!"

Smaaaaccckkkk.

It hurt, a lot, and Jeff squirmed. They came fast, one after the other and it hurt. He had been in his submissive mode for a while and lay there and took it, and was soon sobbing and crying like a baby. It felt like his bottom was on fire and then it felt like the pain was working it's way throughout his body.

He had never felt pain like this, it hurt so much he could hardly breath and he knew he was sobbing out of control with snot and spit flying everywhere.

When it was over and Cheryl dumped him on the floor he tried to curl up and shut everything else out, but she wouldn't let him.

"Stand up you useless limp dicked cunt licker! I want you to watch what happens when you don't listen to me."

She turned to Mary.

"What did I tell him?"

"You told him to sit in the chair."

"How many times?"

"Twice."

"And what did he do?"

"He stared straight ahead. But mistress, he had been in the corner for two hours, he gets all fuzzy then, he can't concentrate properly for a few minutes, it isn't his fault."

"Are you saying it's mine?"

"No mistress, of course not."

"You dumb slut, get over there, I'm giving you a hundred tonight and then I'm going to bring some men, real men, here, tomorrow, you're going to fuck them in front of that pansy and he's going to lick you out afterwords. Then he's going to clean them up. He's even going to suck them to get hard for you."

Mary just stared, so did I. This was going too far, way too far.

"Please mistress, please, not that."

"Shut up, you slut, you shouldn't worry, neither should he, you're divorced now."

Cheryl pulled Mary over the stool, and slammed her down on it. Jeff heard her 'whoof' as her breath was knocked out of her. He saw her trying to breath in and couldn't.

Cheryl knelt on Mary and started slamming the doubled up belt onto her bottom. He couldn't let her do it. He stepped up without thinking and grabbed her wrist as she raised it for a third stroke. It was almost comical the way she tried to bring her hand down and it wouldn't go.

Cheryl screeched inarticulately, her eyes wide and her mouth foaming. Jeff realized how far from reality she had strayed. He had too, they all had, led by Cheryl, who right now didn't seem sane.

"You! You! You! Fire You! Fuck your ass! You and your precious Gwen! Well I have your wife! ...." Her speech kept going, more and more raving. Mary got up from the bench, bent over as she finally got her breath back. She lunged at Jeff.

"Leave her alone you fucker!"

She tried to wrestle him down and even tried to knee him. He twisted away and retreated to the doorway. His face in shock. He had just saved her!! Cheryl got up and regained control of herself. Jeff saw his cellphone on the dresser and stepped in to grab it.

He texted a message to Gwen while Cheryl comforted Mary, apologized for trying to beat her with the belt, they started kissing and making out again. Mary stopped and pulled her mouth from Cheryl's to look at Jeff.

"You can take your things and get out of her. I don't want you spending the night here again, and I'm going to ask Cheryl to fire you!"

"I Will!" Cheryl said. You can come in tomorrow to get your paycheck and clean out your desk. It's only because of Mary that I won't show your pictures to everyone at work.

Jeff paled, but looked straight into Mary's eyes. He tried to find the woman he once loved, the caring sensitive woman. He didn't see her.

"Mary, please listen. If you leave Cheryl now it won't go bad for you. But if you stay, if you treat me this way, I can't promise anything."

"You fool, I love Cheryl, she loves me. GET OUT NOW!"

Jeff turned as his phone rang. He went to the spare bedroom where all his things were. As he packed his remaining belongings up he talked on the cell to Gwen, he assured her that everything would be OK if they just started the program now, and notified Mr. Holloway.

ooooOOOoooo

Jeff got off the elevator an hour later than usual, and started toward his office. As he passed through the department he noticed people peeking around and above the cubicle walls at him. He smiled to himself but kept his face neutral.

Before he could get to his office, Ms. Fleur intercepted him.

"Jeff, they came in first thing this morning, they took away Cheryl." She was totally distraught.

"Don't worry, everything's going to be OK."

"No." She pushed him into his office and continued.

"You don't understand, you were blindfolded, but I..."

"I know, I learned from Gwen."

"Oh, yes. OK, but she has evidence, and she made me, made me ... I've done things for her, bad, bad things. The police are here, the IRS. What will I do?"

"You were more than a sex slave?"

"Oh god yes, It's fraud, embezzlement, I don't know what I'll do. They're looking for me. But I had no choice, I had to do it!"

"I would suggest that you go to them. Mr Holloway, the police, the IRS, whomever. Tell the truth. Maybe you could testify."

"But she'll ... she has evidence, my husband, oh I love him, I truly do, but I made a mistake, just one mistake, she has pictures. He'll leave me!"

"Well, my old Sunday-school teach taught us a verse once, 'The truth will set you free." Try it. Heck, who knows, maybe a computer virus destroyed that part of her hard drive. Stranger things have happened."

He smiled, wiped a tear from her cheek, patted her on the back and ushered her from his office. She looked at him as if he were crazy. As she walked out of the department, she was heard mumbling."

"The truth? A virus?"

He noticed that the phone on his desk was flashing, indicating a message, he picked it up and dialed his voice mail. Things got busy.

That afternoon he was standing in front of the company president, and a senior state police detective.

"Jeff, you've worked hard for this company, and always came through for us on any project we put you on, are you sure you won't take this promotion?"

"No sir, thank you, but as I've said, I've accepted an offer from another company. I think it's time that I move on. I just wouldn't be comfortable here, being taken in by Cheryl for so long, the things she's told you...."

"All lies my boy, all lies and ravings of a madwoman. The police have taken her away, I understand they are going to subject her to some exhaustive mental evaluation along with an armful of criminal charges. Did you know that she has been seducing, blackmailing and enslaving people, men, women, even city officials?

"I'm told that she has been under scrutiny for some time. Your evidence of her embezzlement came in a timely manner. I couldn't believe it when I got your email last week, but I'm glad you asked us to wait, company security and the IT department have everything they need."

"Yes sir, I thought I should go to you directly, I know it put you in a tough spot, but I didn't know where else to turn to."

He turned to the detective.

"Sir, I know I should have gone to the police earlier, but I thought that it was strictly a company matter, I didn't realize how much was involved. To me it was just some small amounts from expense reports. I'm glad it all worked out."

"As Mr. Holloway stated, we have been looking at some suspicious banking activity for several months. Not just the minor theft that you discovered, but wholesale fraud and embezzlement. It was a joint operation with the IRS, we weren't ready to show our hand until your IT department showed us what was on her work computer. 

"But it worked out all right, even with so much of her computer hard drive damaged by that virus, we still got enough evidence to put her in jail, to say nothing of her ever getting any position of responsibility when she gets out."

"I hope the virus wasn't something that has gone into any other systems at the company." Jeff said with a concerned look on his face.

"Nothing like that. It seemed to only target certain files on her hard drive, and they seem to only have been personal files, possibly the files she kept on the people she was blackmailing. The IRS wasn't interested in those."

"Was the state police at all?"

"No, not really. Blackmail is against the law, but revealing it would damage the reputations of otherwise innocent people and affect their families. Anyway we have a good idea of the people she had under her thumb. 

"Several city officials have come forward, so far all they were guilty of was stepping out on their spouses. We're investigating any wrongdoing they may have done as a result of being blackmailed, but it seems mostly they turned a blind eye to Cheryl's activities."

"Yes sir, that's what the gentleman from the IRS mentioned. What about the other woman I told you about? I didn't know her name at first, but when I talked privately with Gwen, we figured out who it was from the frequency of her visits to Cheryl's office."

"Yes, Ms. Fleur. She's married and was being blackmailed over an indiscretion that she didn't want her husband to know about. She's agreed to give State's evidence in return for immunity. She was actually the key to the major embezzlement scam. Luckily we were able to recover those moneys."

"So it's going to go hard for Cheryl?"

"Yes, once she's out of prison she's probably going to be asking if 'they want fries with that' for the rest of her working career. The IRS is going to levy some very stiff penalties. I'm sorry to find out that she had drawn your wife into her orbit."

"Yes sir. Well she and I actually got a divorce recently, I'm sure encouraged by Cheryl. I was shocked to hear she had been embezzling from her employers as well. Does anyone know where the money from that scam or the expense report scam went?"

"No, Cheryl pointed us to an account, but it had been drained last night, and the IRS told me that your wife also had such an account and it also had been drained out within seconds of when Cheryl's was. 

"We think it went offshore, in any case they've given up looking for it already, it was a substantial amount for an individual, but as for either of the corporations involved, it wasn't that much. It would have given them both an early middle class retirement, but nothing more. More of a cushion to add to their own, legal, retirements." 

"But enough, with the other scam, for a felony charge to stick?"

"Yes indeed. The main fraud was in the millions, that's what everyone was concentrating on. They'll be put away for several years. I don't imagine they'll be free for at least ten years, even with good behavior."

Jeff kept the bland innocent expression on his face all afternoon, regardless of how he felt inside. He cleaned his desk off that day, called and told his new employers that he would be available sooner than expected.

ooooOOOoooo

Six months later Jeff and Gwen were married, they wore matching lingerie under their outer clothing. Their honeymoon was spent partly in the Cayman islands, that refuge for private offshore accounts. The rest of the honeymoon was very exciting as was the rest of their lives, but that's another story. 

Suffice it to say that they usually paid for items like groceries, clothing and other items with cash. Waiters at restaurants loved them for the large tips they left. They have been heard to say that they plan on an early retirement. Often they used the terms "It's just money" and "easy come, easy go".

They seem deliriously happy with each other and spend a lot of time shopping for very sexy lingerie.

The end. 



Bettering Their Marriage



I licked, first her rosebud then up, then down again, I tasted the slimy bland taste of my cum, with just a hit of cinnamon (she had been fixing cinnamon toast nearly every day at breakfast, and it came through, just a hint, in my cum.) Her ass tasted of my cum, and if anything else a hint of sweat, and perhaps some soap. Not at all funky as I had worried.

She moaned the entire time, squirming as I licked her, she was fingering herself by then, her hand under her mound, I could just see her fingers as I finished and rose back up. She came. Hard.

However her comments about not being able to feel me much anymore were also being used more and more, and she made it seem as if something was wrong with me, or that I was too small for her. At some level I knew it wasn't me, I was average, even a little larger than average according to what I had seen in the locker room in college or shower room in the Army. 

My head was somewhere else now and I seemed to accept her treatment of me as something normal. I did try to suggest that she start using some tightening exercises and was shot down hard for that as she told me that she already did that. 

I somehow found some more courage and asked her about some of those oriental balls that were supposed to be effective in strengthening the muscles in her pussy. She glared at me, and for the first time seemed to actually get mad at me, and told me in no uncertain terms that I was too small for her. From then on I was back to being allowed to enter her pussy less and less.

A part of me knew that wasn't the truth, since until she started using the extra large dildo she had always felt wonderfully snug, and I could always feel her clamping herself around my cock during lovemaking, and could still do so on the once every few months that I actually got to not only penetrate her, but to do so before she played with a giant toy. 

I have to admit that it was incredibly arousing to watch her push this huge 12 inch dildo into her pussy, she played with it, in and out in small increments, until it was completely inside of her. The entire time she would be talking to me.

"It fills me, up honey, can you see it stretching me, it feels so good, it touches places that you never could, it's so big, so wide, look how far it reaches into me."

It would go on and on, often getting dirty and nasty, a few times even telling me that she wished I could fill her up like that. And for some warped perverted reason it never failed to get me hard.

A part of me could see that she was trying to screw with my mind, but I guess I was falling into a state of mind that was vulnerable and suggestion prone, because within a few weeks I was apologizing to her for my lack of size. She seemed to like that and encouraged me to refer to my size as being inadequate for her. 

Soon I was referring to my tiny cocklett whenever I mentioned it, and she encouraged that and would ask me how my little thingy was feeling. or if my cocklett was going to be up for some fun tonight. Occasionally she even called it my little man-clit.

Whenever I talked like that she never failed to smile, or kiss me, or clap, or tell me how much she loved me, it was as if I was complementing her when I called myself small, and she always rewarded me for it.

So there I was nearly brainwashed to act and believe I was a tiny cocked little sissy boy that was somehow allowed the privilege of catering to her needs. She was telling me that since I was so small, I should always use the dildos and go down on her, and I did. By now nearly all of my orgasms were by masturbation or her hand jobs.

She hadn't sucked me off in nearly a year. I was still eating my own cum, if not from her pussy, then from my hand or off her, more and more she would turn over just before I came, and I would squirt on her bottom, and then lick it off.

One night, after a rare, almost normal lovemaking session, that didn't include ropes or tying up or spanking, although I was dressed in a pink baby doll nightie, I made a small quiet comment.

"It isn't just the dildos and vibrators here at home that are satisfying you anymore is it." 

We were laying side by side cuddled up together, She looked at me without comment for a long time, then whispered back to me, "What if it isn't, what would you do?" 

My mind went blank for a minute, then, "I don't know, I still love you." 

"And I still love you, do you believe me when I say that?" 

"yes." 

"Well, that's all right then" and she closed her eyes and appeared to fall asleep. I closed my eyes too, but couldn't fall asleep for hours and hours. 

I thought about our situation more and more, was she really seeing someone else, or just messing with my mind. I wondered how I would feel if she was stepping outside the marriage for additional sex. 

I was very conflicted, part of me wanted to be horrified and angry, another part of me was just confused, and the traitorous and submissive part of me was a little turned on. The rational part of me was worried about two things, disease and losing her to another man. The only comfort was the thought that no other man would go the lengths that I had gone to please her.

I had also noticed by this time that the new feminine things that she would get for me weren't home-made, but things she had purchased. Feminine things. Female things. Lingerie. I had read stories like this, in them the man was often called a sissy, or a panty boy. Is that what I was now?

A few weeks later, we were taking it easy in the living room with some music playing in the background, she clicking away on her laptop and me on the couch in a pair of panties and short pink nightgown. She started talking to me, at first just normal married people chatting about how things were going at the office etc, when she mentioned my new department head:

"So how are you getting along with Cheryl?"

"Cheryl?" I asked.

"Yes, the new director that took over your department, you mentioned her a few times when she started there 8 or 9 months ago, and nothing since."

Cheryl was the new director in my department, promoted out of the sales field. She had been in the company for some time, and the sales offices were housed on a different floor of the same building, I had heard of her for some time before she took over our division. 

It was unusual for someone from sales, even sales management, to step over to the financial end of things, but she had an MBA in accounting, and had started in accounting prior to going into sales. She had the reputation of being someone on their way to the top.

She was a striking woman, tall and commanding, not beautiful in the accepted sense, but attractive. I had heard her described as handsome. No-one knew about her private life, other than she was single. The speculation among the men was that she was a lesbian, although one of the women on my team said she just wanted to keep her private life private and we should respect that.

She paid a lot of attention to me and had me running scared, one minute telling me I was incompetent, then praising me to high heaven. Fortunately she praised me in public, and sometimes in private, but all the bad things she had to say were when we were one on one. I was grateful for that. She told me that she wanted me to 'evolve' and 'develop'.

"Well," I answered my wife, "She knows her stuff, but I think she has figured out what my undershirts are like".

"Oh" her eyes were still on her laptop, she continued to type away at it.

"Yes, last week, when you insisted I wear that camisole looking undershirt with the spaghetti straps..."

"Honey, you should face it, it IS a camisole, and you know you love wearing the things I get for you."

"Yes dear, anyway, last week I had forgotten what I had on, and took my coat off, I was showing her something on my computer screen and as she leaned over to look at the screen she put her hand on my shoulder, and I'm sure she felt the spaghetti strap. It scared me."

"Hmm, that's why you were so nervous when you came home Thursday, and didn't want to go to work on Friday."

"Yes dear".

"Well, what happened?"

"She said, 'very good' then 'interesting', and I'm not sure whether she meant my work, or my under...uh, camisole. She squeezed my shoulder as she said it."

"Yes dear, I like you to refer to your clothes properly, you wear panties, camisoles, nighties, all nice frilly femmy things."

"She winked"

"She winked at you! What are you doing that women are winking at you, did you come on to her." she looked up, and I could almost feel her paddle on my bottom in the look she gave me.

"No dear, nothing, I didn't do anything, it's just that she felt the strap on my camisole, then she winked at me."

To my utter surprise, my wife just looked back at her laptop and typed a few things with a smile on her lips, before she said: "Well then, that's all right isn't it, she knows you like wearing girly things and she's OK with it."

"What if she tells someone?"

"Oh, don't worry, Cheryl hasn't told anyone about it."

"How can you know?"

My wife looked up at me, and just smiled. "It's all going to be just fine honey, if she was upset she would have mentioned it to me."

I was stunned. It took a minute for what she said to sink in. I just looked at her with what must have been a totally shocked expression on my face.

"Close your mouth dear, it isn't becoming for a girl to walk around with her mouth open like that, a man might get the wrong idea". She giggled, and then told me to go refill her glass of wine.

When I brought her glass of wine back she took a sip, then told me stand still and face her.

"Darling you know I love you don't you?"

"Yes dear". I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Darling, I think you should kneel down in front of me. Now."

I knelt in front of her, fearing something really bad was going to happen, my hands started to tremble, and I clasped them behind me. My stomach was in a knot.

"Jeffrey, I've known Cheryl for some time. I met her in my very first sewing class several years ago. I didn't know she worked for the same company as you, but when I did find out, I didn't think it would matter since she was in a different division. She did know who you were though, and asked me to not tell you that I knew her."

"Oh."

"You look so cute right now, I bet you poor mind is going a mile a minute isn't it?"

"I'm not sure what to think, you knew my boss, but didn't tell me."

"She wasn't your boss then sweetheart, but she knew that there was the possibility that she would be within a few years, and didn't want any appearance of favoritism. I think she was being very professional about it, don't you?"

"Honey, I don't know, I feel like you've been keeping secrets from me, and I'm getting worried about things."

"What things dear?" She started clicking away at her laptop again and seemed a little distant and distracted.

"Mary, we need to talk, please put the laptop down, what's so important." I was still kneeling in front of her and part of me was shaking and afraid, part of me was starting to get angry.

With a smile and tone as if she was talking to a child Mary said: "Dear, I have to keep Cheryl informed about what's going on, we both thought that this would be an important evening, and I have to keep her informed." With that she started clicking away again.

"She says that you are very cute in that outfit, she likes that you're kneeling so submissively. We had hoped there would be sound but it isn't working properly."

Mary stopped clicking and looked at me intently. I had trouble thinking. Then the idea of a webcam hit me. But no, that couldn't be it; the webcam on her laptop was built in and was pointed at whoever was typing. Mary smiled at me and with her head nodded toward the table at the side of the room, I looked and saw her old laptop sitting, open.

"Sweetheart, I want you to turn and face her, she is very attracted to men like you, and wants to see you more clearly. Smile and wave at her."

My heart was pounding. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Mary had agreed that my dressing could remain a secret, but seemed to have changed her mind. I now understood why she made me wear the camisole that day last week. It was a setup.

"Honey, I know you're nervous, and so I won't punish you for not following my order to turn and wave, but you better not try my patience any longer."

I was suddenly calm, this was my wife and I loved her. I trusted her. I could get up, change my clothes and stop playing the game, but I didn't think it was a game for her. If I left now, it might break up our marriage. I suddenly realized that I liked the things she made me wear. I liked her control of our sex life, and while I would like to be in her pussy more often, it was still great.

I took a breath, smiled at her, turned on my knees and smiled at the webcam, and gave a small wave. The die was cast.

"Stand up dear, let her see you clearly, turn all the way around."

I did.

She was looking at her laptop as she gave these instructions so I figured that she was hooked into the image broadcast from the old laptop. (It wasn't that old of a laptop, but she always had to get the latest.)

I was back to facing the webcam with a frightened smile on my face, realizing that my boss was watching me parading around in lingerie. Then I realized that I was also sporting a very hard and erect cock.

"Oh, she noticed that you're enjoying it too darling."

She put her laptop down, got up and stood just behind me, put her arms around me and fingered my nipples and nuzzled my neck.

"Push down your panties, dear, let her see your little thingy."

I pushed the panties down and they fell to the floor, I lifted one leg out of them, and with the other flipped them away, somehow without losing my balance. Mary reached down and pulled up the baby-doll, completely exposing my erection. She held it up.

"Jack yourself off baby, stroke it until you cum," she whispered into my ear.

As I started to stroke myself my hips with a mind of their own started to hunch slightly back and forth also.

"Tell me when you're ready, and then cum in your hand, as fast as you can dear, cum for me, cum for Cheryl."

"Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod." and I shot, spurted, and caught it in my hand. It seemed to go on forever as I squirted into my cupped palm, then milked out the last few drops. I was a little dizzy, it had been a wonderful cum. I had lots of practice doing that.

"Oh goody, you make me proud of you sweety. I love you. Now you know what little boygirls do don't you."

I did. I smiled big for the camera, and then slurped up my own cum. It's bland, a little sweetish, and really gooey. The gooey sliminess makes it seem like swallowing snot. And I swallowed after first opening my mouth to show Cheryl on the all the cum sitting on my tongue. Then opened my mouth after to show her that I had been a good boy. As I had been trained – or conditioned. 

Mary went back to her laptop.

"Cheryl is very excited by that, she really thinks you are special, although she thinks you would look better with some tits."

"Breasts?"

"Yes dear, some nice ones, I think I'll order some glue on ones first, but perhaps we should start thinking about something more permanent."

"Permanent?" I was in a daze, what was happening. How was I getting erect again so fast?

"And we both want you to start shaving, under your arms and around your little clitty."

We had talked about shaving, and I knew it would look better to have hairless arm pits when I wore some of the lingerie, but my pubes too? Tits? What did she say about tits?

"Tits? Permanent?" I was getting dizzy.

Don't worry dear, not right away. We'll take care of everything. Why don't you go to bed. I'll be up in a little while.

As I stumbled up to bed, my erect cock leading the way one word kept running around in my head. Tits.