Spin The Bottle

It started with a game of spin the bottle. Actually it started when we were watching some sexy programme in which a load of couples had to ask their partner, in front of all the other participants some really naughty questions.

There were twelve girls and twelve guys. Two of the guys were, unbeknown to me trans - well crossdressers really. Boobies but still with cocks. Not that I could tell. What I could tell was just how hot and sexy they both were. In fact all of the participants - male and female - were either gorgeous hunks or sexy women or gorgeous trans women. Something, that my hot sexy wife, Carla, had no idea I had a secret fetish about.

Anyway, they were all asked to choose a card and select one of three questions on that card to ask the group. Carla had insisted we watched the show together: "Hopefully, it'll spice up our sex life," she said coquettishly, running her tongue across her new pink lip-gloss.

"Sounds great," I replied enthusiastically. Our sex life was not exactly dead in the water, but it was on life support. I knew I wasn't, however hard I tried, satisfying Carla. And it was producing some pretty big cracks in our, otherwise, wonderful marriage.

The first question to be read out was high risk, and you could see some of the couples wondering how to answer honestly: Would you have a threesome?

Most of the guys said they would provided it was with another woman and their wife. The two trans-women said they would with another man. Interestingly, the majority of the women said they would if it was also with another guy. I felt my libido increasing. I was loving this.

"Well Dan?" Carla said. "How about you? Would you have a threesome with me and another man?"

Fuck, I thought. I'm in trouble here, If I answered honestly Carla might think I was some kind of deviant. But then I thought, if we're looking to spice up our sex life, which we both desperately need, best to be transparent.

"You know my sexy wife, I think I'd definitely consider it if you think you might enjoy it."

"Good answer. Actually, great answer. I might take you up on that," Carla said kissing me passionately.

I was really enjoying this.

Next question: You're at a party without your partner. A game of spin the bottle starts. All the other players are the opposite sex. The bottle points at you. How many of the guys do you snog?

"The question is not formulated properly," Carla replied.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"Well, the real question - it you're asking me - should be: Which ones wouldn't I snog?!"

"And the answer?' I asked, laughing. This was going so well. It was great fun and just what we needed.

"The ones with small cocks of course!"

"Of course," I said, I was a little bit upset by this and jealous, thinking how pathetic my five inch cock is, but I was also very turned on. I knew for sure now that Carla desired a big cock. Maybe she secretly wanted to cage mine and deny me her pussy until I could satisfy her. Or maybe she wanted to force me to become a crossdressing sissy cocksucker. I was more right about that than I ever could have imagined.

"Oh hubby, I think you're really aroused by the thought of your naughty wife kissing hunky guys with big cocks. I bet you'd like to watch them fuck me!"

That was all it took. We tore each other's clothes off and had rampant sex in the living room.

Considering what was to follow I'm sure we were BOTH thinking about big cocks when we reached the point of no return...

Watching my wife excite other men is like a drug now, a drug I never want to quit. When Carla first admitted that she wanted to have kinky sex with other men it made me desire her more. And a hot wife, a really hot wife, is like a dangerous road, the more curves they have, the more fun, exciting and dangerous and naughty they are. Carla, with her 34DD breasts, large curvaceous ass, and big thighs - that grip you like a vice - is a danger to herself and other road users. She is a strong, incredibly sexy and independent woman, and such women don't have attitudes they have standards, and they have needs. Standards that mean they must have sex with hunky guys with big cocks. And sexual desires that must be fulfilled no matter what their husbands think or say.

I had no idea when I married Carla, thirty years ago now, just how kinky and perverted she would become. I knew she was an outrageous flirt. And although I always found myself getting ridiculously jealous whenever she did this in front of me, the reptilian side of my brain, the dark side if you like, was secretly turned on.

For years we maintained the status quo. Occasionally Carla would make some comment or reference to some cute guy at work, or some hunk she'd met at a conference or how she'd danced with one of her colleagues at the Christmas party that grabbed her ass or sneaked a kiss under the mistletoe. Sometimes I think she did this just to annoy me, or to see how I'd react. Usually, I'd get angry with her, but over the years as these remarks became more frequent and playful, they actually started to improve our sex life.

I'd pigeon-holed my wife as some sort of strait-laced, conservative gal with no perversions and no interest in kinky sex. I couldn't have been more wrong.

It's hard to pinpoint the exact time when I noticed the change in Carla. The most obvious thing was the fact that her underwear became sexier and the panties she started wearing for work were panties she'd only usually wear on a Friday or Saturday night when we had sex.

Then there was the black cocktail dress she wore for a drink with her boss at work. It hugged her sexy figure tightly, restraining - just, her fabulous breasts, but revealing her magnificent cleavage - she was wearing a pink balcony bra. The dress was thigh length, and when she bent over to put on her high heels her black seamless stockings were clearly visible. Her sexy ass looked irresistible - and I knew she was wearing her recently acquired and now favourite pink ruffled panties that made her look like a porn star.

"It is okay if I wear this tonight hubby, isn't it?"

No it fucking isn't, I thought, desperately trying not to fly into a rage. I knew Carla fancied James her boss. I knew he had the hots for her too. And, he was a hunk. At thirty seven he was also fifteen years younger than Carla and over twenty years younger than me.

"Yeah of course it is," I replied, as softly as I could. "Just as well you're can't get pregnant though. I don't think James will be able to keep his hands off you whilst you're wearing that."

Now where the fuck had that response come from? I was trying to dampen down my insane jealousy by being playful and had just handed Carla a loaded gun. Whenever I said similar things, which wasn't very often, about other guys desiring her I knew it got her all worked up. And ever since she'd started working with James at the hospital they'd had this "close friendship." Now I'd, more or less, given my wife carte blanche to be as flirtatious with James as she wanted to be. And her outfit already screamed: WELL, YES I'M A MARRIED WOMAN, BUT LET ME ASSURE YOU I'M ALSO VERY AVAILABLE!

Carla and James worked as consultants at the local infirmary. This meeting "for a drink" was supposed to be to discuss plans to set up a private fertility clinic together. I couldn't understand why they just couldn't discuss this at the hospital, but Carla said there was never enough time, so I reluctantly agreed it was okay for her to go to a bar with another guy. I must be an idiot, I thought.

Now, here we were, a week or so after Carla had told me James had invited her for a drink, on the cusp of the event and Carla looked like a woman on the prowl. A woman I'd just suggested was going to have to fight James off when he saw her in that dress.

"You really think James will find me irresistible in this attire?" She said in a coquettish voice, feigning her innocence.

"You look drop dead gorgeous," I said honestly, before adding: "But you also look like a bitch on heat."

"A bitch ready to open her own private practice and make us lots of money hubby."

"A sexy bitch that looks ready to open her legs for her hunky colleague," I replied, beginning to enjoy Carla's prurience.

"Whatever it takes," she said, coming over, biting my ear and neck, before swanning out the door.

"Keep in touch," I hollered after her, hoping she'd heard me.

I spent the rest of the evening in a state of mild panic. I even thought about gatecrashing their rendezvous, I knew they were meeting at Cloud 9, a funky bar for professionals in the centre of town, but I didn't want to be THAT guy.

Eventually, to try and keep calm, I tried watching a movie, but I just couldn't settle to anything. I was so fucking jealous and so fucking stressed. But some time after ten Carla texted me: ALL GOOD, HUBBY. NO NEED TO WORRY ABOUT ANYTHING, THOUGH OBVIOUSLY JAMES ADORES MY DRESS XX

Okay, I thought, that's sort of reassuring. And of course James likes Carla's dress, any red hot blooded male would. Feeling a little easier I picked up my laptop and went to bed. I typed in SOFT PORN - my natural stress reliever and started to look at images of mature women, dressed, just like my increasingly naughty wife, in seductive stockings and panties.

But something flipped in my head, like Carla had cast a spell on me and flicked an invisible perverted switch in my brain. I typed HOT WIFE CAPTIONS and found myself lost in a sea of perversion: MY WIFE TEASES ME ABOUT FUCKING OTHER MEN BECAUSE SHE KNOWS HOW MUCH IT TURNS ME ON the first caption read, showing a sassy wife in fishnet stockings and a leather skirt sat astride her husband. My five inch cock became very swollen very quickly.

Some of the captions were relatively innocuous: A NAUGHTY WIFE IS THE BEST WIFE for example, or MY WIFE IS ONLY NAUGHTY WHEN SHE HAS TO BE. But I found myself getting increasingly turned on by such ideas. Like seeds being sown in my mind, however, they started to grow and become, well, seedier.

The next one I looked at made my cock stand to attention. It showed a lecherous hot wife on all fours bending over a chair at a party, surrounded by a load of naked hunks with enormous lovely, erect cocks, staring into her husband's eyes and saying: I'LL MISBEHAVE IF IT TURNS YOU ON...

Did I secretly want Carla to misbehave? Did I want her to cuckold me? How would I feel if Carla and James were snogging each other right now? Disgusted? Angry? Aroused? The truth was, and this really scared me, I no longer knew.

The next image and caption only made things worse. It showed some young hunk fucking a very hot looking wife in front of her husband who he was talking to as his cock entered the wife's damp pussy: STROKE YOUR LITTLE COCK CUCKOLD AS A REAL MAN FUCKS YOUR WIFE. And that's exactly what I started doing lost in the depravity of it all.

A thought occurred to me looking at that sultry image and reading those words. A sick, twisted and very perverted thought - Carla not only needs a big stiff cock to pleasure her, she deserves it for putting up with my little member for so long. Fuck, if I was a woman I'd want a big cock to fuck my pussy, a big cock that belonged to some muscular younger hunk of a guy. Wouldn't you?

Like some deranged fool caught up in the maelstrom of lust and perversity I texted Carla back: HOPE YOU'RE LOOKING AFTER JAMES AND SHOWING HIM A GOOD TIME. I'M SURE, LIKE ME, HE'S GOT A HUGE ERECTION THINKING ABOUT RIPPING OFF YOUR PINK RUFFLED PANTIES XX

As soon as I pressed SEND I regretted it. But by then it was too late to put the deviant genie back in the bottle. Carla texted me back immediately.

MMM...BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR HUBBY...ANYMORE OF THAT KINDA TALK AND I'LL CALL YOU SO YOU CAN TELL JAMES TO TAKE ME BACK TO HIS PLACE SO HE CAN FUCK MY PUSSY...AND MY BIG FAT ASS IF HE WANTS TO. OH, AND I'M SURE HIS ERECTION IS MUCH, MUCH BIGGER THAN YOURS! XX

It was the response of a woman that hardly needed any further encouragement. And I knew I'd brought this on myself. But now my depravity had got a firm hold of me and I was drowning in a sea of perversion. So, unable to stop myself I replied: JAMES DOESN'T NEED MY PERMISSION, AND, MORE IMPORTANTLY, MY SEXY HOT WIFE, NEITHER DO YOU. ENJOY...JUST WISH I WAS THERE TO WATCH! XX

Now where the fuck had that insane reply come from? Once again, of course, it was too late to retract the text. I was losing myself in this cocktail of erotic messages. and Carla's reply sent me over the edge:

OH HUBBY, THERE'S NO WAY YOU COULD HANDLE WATCHING ANOTHER GUY FUCK ME - ESPECIALLY ONE AS HUNKY AND GORGEOUS AS JAMES - I BET AS SOON AS JAMES STARTED KISSING ME AND FONDLING MY BREASTS, AND LONG BEFORE HE PUT HIS LOVELY BIG COCK INSIDE MY HOT DAMP PUSSY, YOU'D COME IN YOUR OWN HAND...BUT IF YOU'RE UP FOR IT WHY DON'T I BRING JAMES HOME WITH ME RIGHT NOW? XX

This shit was suddenly getting real. But if I backed down now, I'd look like a coward. Besides I was so fucking horny at this point I knew I couldn't stop the sex express from hurtling towards me.

LISTEN, MY NAUGHTY WIFE, I KNOW I'M YOUR HUSBAND, BUT JAMES IS CLEARLY MUCH BETTER LOOKING THAN ME, AND I'M SURE HE HAS A MUCH BIGGER COCK AS WELL. THEREFORE, I FEEL IT IS MY DUTY TO INSIST YOU SHOW HIM A GOOD TIME AND THAT HE PUTS THAT MASSIVE COCK IN YOUR PUSSY. HONESTLY, YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING BUT THE BEST. SO YOU HAVE TO PICK HIM TO FUCK YOU, AND ANY OTHER GUY YOU WANT, I ONLY DESERVE SLOPPY SECONDS XX

Sloppy seconds?! A cream pie? Shit, I really was losing my mind. But Carla absolutely loved my filthy text.

OH, SISSY HUBBY, WE ARE GOING TO PUT ON THE KINKIEST, FILTHIEST SHOW FOR YOU IMAGINABLE. I AM GOING TO BE A TOTAL SLUT. WE'LL BE THERE IN HALF AN HOUR. JAMES INSISTS THAT YOU SHAVE ALL YOUR PUBIC HAIR, AND PUT ON THAT SEXY NEW PAIR OF WHITE LACE KNICKERS I BOUGHT AT THE WEEKEND. HE'S BRINGING ONE OF HIS GAY FRIENDS FOR YOU TO PLAY WITH XX

Well that escalated quickly, I thought. But I couldn't refuse James. He was like a sensual Greek god, able to order me about. And Carla was his lover, able to make me worship the two of them and fulfil any requests they had, however depraved or sinful they appeared. If I had any doubts, and I had plenty, the thought of Carla behaving like a slut quashed them all.

I was also desperate to wear those white lace panties and even the thought of servicing some other guy didn't disgust me. I realised I'd been fighting such feelings, such longing for cock all my life.

I suddenly remembered cleaning this house across the road from where I lived growing up. I was doing it one summer to earn extra money before going off to university. It belonged to this sassy grandma, Vera, and her husband Hugh. They were in their early seventies, but kinky as fuck.

Anyway one day I was round there thinking they'd both gone to get their weekly shopping as that's what they tended to do when I went round to clean and Hugh's car wasn't on the drive. So, I did what i usually did and started upstairs in the utility room where they kept all their underwear. There was something about Vera's big knickers, sexy slips and old-fashioned seamless stockings that always got me turned on.

I bet Vera, looks hot as fuck in these, I said out loud, fingering the satin slip with its lace trim, before turning my attention to her large white lace and cotton panties. Overtime I'd developed such a fetish for her underwear and fantasised frequently about trying it on.

I was just holding the slip against my body and sniffing the panties when I felt someone staring at me with hungry eyes.

"Sorry Vera," I managed to say caught with my fingers in the biscuit tin.

"That's okay Daniel. No need to be afraid. Hugh and I have suspected for some time that you might be a tranny. I know you like my slips and panties, you naughty boy. We've both noticed you staring at them when they've been hanging on the line. We suspect you'd love to try them on. Maybe even go out in them?"

Vera drew closer, my heart was racing. She asked me to unzip the floral dress she was wearing. I complied instantly. She was like a sultry mature vamp from a horror movie, yes really old, but really hot too. Her dress dropped to the floor, underneath she was wearing a cream coloured, transparent slip, large white panties and black vintage stockings. She turned around and managed to bend over so I could see the panties on her chubby sexy ass. I was mesmerised.

"You like?" She simply said.

"Very much, Vera. You are so - forgive my language - fucking sexy. My cock has gone all hard just looking at you. You're the embodiment of sexy older women. Hugh is such a lucky man."

"I'll tell him that when he gets home. But in the meantime let me undress you."

I followed her into the bedroom, a room i'd never been allowed in before. It was filled with pornographic pictures of Vera and Hugh and other older men and women playing with each other. It was fucking sensational.

Vera's wrinkled hands went to work on my T-shirt, and then she unbuttoned my jeans and removed my boxers until i was completely naked.

"Now," she said, "put these on." She passed me the slip and panties and stockings I'd been touching in the utility room.

I could hardly wait. I was about to experience - for the first time - what it felt like to be a woman. The slip in my hand shimmered in the light and I shivered in anticipation.

As soon at the slip caressed my upper body, and the panties touched my cock and ball sac I was in ecstasy. I felt reborn, renewed, alive. I slipped the stockings on and suddenly I was longing for a cock to play with. I think I knew then I might be gay. I was certainly a "tranny", I thought, if I was so aroused by wearing old Vera's lingerie. lIngerie that made me feel feminine and girly and hungry for cock. Something I never expected to feel.

My male body was forgotten, buried in layers of feminine nylon, silk, satin, lace and cotton. I felt like I'd died and gone to a pervert's paradise.

Vera made me bend over her bed while she took lots of pictures of me for her wall.

"Hugh will love these," she said enthusiastically, "he'll be jerking off to them every night."

Fuck, that really turned me on. The thought of some guy, however old, masturbating over my pictures. Images of me in his seventy three years old sassy wife's lingerie. Fuck Vera was a goddess.

"Good boy," she said, when she was finished. "Now come over here and grab my tits, ass and kiss me passionately."

I didn't need to be asked twice. Vera looked so fucking hot in HER slip, panties and stockings, and she'd just applied some scarlet lipstick as well.

The kisses were rich, like a great wine, I kept wanting more.

We climbed onto the bed. Despite the fact Vera was in her seventies, grossly overweight with an enormous ass and big swinging tits, I found her stunningly sexy and attractive. And because we were both dressed in one of her silky slips, big cotton and lace panties the whole experience blew my mind.

I started licking her pussy, it was hot and soaking wet. She grabbed my ass and demanded that I fuck her. I was eighteen and about to lose my virginity to a seventy three year old sexy whore. I couldn't imagine any young woman being hotter than Vera she was fucking sensational.

Afterwards I lay in her arms for a few minutes, temporarily satiated. But then she told me to rim her big saggy ass. I didn't need asking twice. Whilst I did, she out two fingers in my ass and I remember thinking - this is wild, but I wish it was a cock in my ass.

I was feasting myself on her huge balloon like tits, when she took her cock in my mouth. I sighed with pleasure. She kept taking me to the point of no return and then stopping. She was driving me wild. She stopped to share a deep throated kiss with me, smearing some of my salty pre-cum on my lips and tongue. I lapped it up, thoroughly enjoying every drop and thinking to myself: Vera's a nasty bitch and I love her.