This Cock Tastes Like My Wife Ch. 04

"Play with your little dick, sissy girl. Get off while you suck my dick!" Ron ordered.

DD's panties hung around my tightening balls and as I stroked myself. I'd never gone so long without masturbating before, so I knew it would be quick.

I felt him tensing. I wanted him to cum before me. I sucked harder, faster, I wanted to drain him. "Uuuggghhh!" I wailed as I began shooting my massive load all over my knees.

"Oh no you don't!" He grabbed my head with both hands and began fucking my mouth.

I was still coming down from my own orgasm, my lust for his cock fading, but I didn't resist. I let him fuck my mouth until he unloaded, gagging as I involuntarily swallowed his cum.

When he finished, he leaned back against his desk, a satisfied look on his face. "I hope DD sucks cock as good as you. Maybe Kane will teach her some new tricks tonight," Ron joked.

The mental clarity I'd avoided was now consuming me; the guilt, the shame, I didn't find it funny. Still, there was less regret in me than usual. My mind was adapting to this new reality. A twinge of disgust hit me as I wiped his cum from the corners of my mouth. I still didn't regret it.I sucked a cock and liked it, no big deal,I told myself. More so than anything, I worried about where things were heading.

"You need to go home now and do something for me," Ron said. "I want you to shave."

I ran my fingers across my face. "I shaved this morning," I informed him.

"Not there. Everywhere else," Ron said.

"My balls?"

"What part of everywhere don't you understand? Your legs, your pubes, and anywhere else there's hair on your body. It won't be hard. You don't have much hair anywhere else."

"How am I supposed to explain that to DD? You know, wedostill have sex sometimes, even if it's not good sex. She's gonna wonder," I said, adjusting my dick back into my wife's panties. "And how am I going to explain my new choice of underwear to her?"

"Tell the truth. That you're a sissy girl who likes to wear panties, and you shave to feel more like the woman you are," Ron thoughtlessly suggested.

"That's not the truth!"

"Yes it is. It's a truth you haven't fully grown into yet, but still the truth. Besides, it's important for her to see you in this way. It alleviates the guilt for her of wanting to fuck other men. If you're not a man, then she has a much more valid excuse, don't you see?"

"That's fucking ridiculous, Ron! Do you realize how you sound!?" I whined.

"Do you realize howyousound? Who is in charge here, sissy girl? Are there things I need to remind you of?" Ron pointed a warning finger at me.

"I'm sorry," I hung my head, not feeling sorry, but knowing I was better off not to cross him.

"She already knows you like to wear panties. I told her," Ron sat back, pushing his cock back into his pants and zipping up.

"Ron, sir, I never wore women's underwear a day in my life before yesterday. Why would you tell her that?"

"Because you're going to wear them every day forward. I knew this day would come, Tonya. I even told her about how your old friends would call you Tonya, because you were so feminine. I was laying plans for this long before we met last night," Ron chuckled. "Always a step ahead of things. That's how I achieve success in everything I do."

"Let me get this straight. You were telling her lies about me before I even agreed to go along with any of this? What if I hadn't wanted this? She's been going around thinking I'm some kind of fag! What the hell!" I started picking up my clothes and getting dressed.

"They weren't lies, they were more like premonitions. I know you better than you know yourself. You deny what you are, that's why you spend your life running in circles, never getting anywhere. I'm helping you keep on the path. What's done is done. It doesn't matter now. The point is, it's taking you where you want to go."

"By humiliating me in front of my wife?" I steamed.

"Oh, I think you knew this was part of the game when you decided to deal with me. You're my number one fan, remember? You know how all my stories go. Besides, it's only humiliating if you choose not to accept it yourself. No one can embarrass you, unless you let yourself feel embarrassed," Ron said, calmly.

"Well I'm fucking embarrassed! Happy!" I broke my pant's zipper as I yanked on it too hard.

"But why? Whether it was true or not when I told her, she's had the knowledge that you were into feminizing for quite a while now, but has she treated you any differently?"

"No. But she hasn't seen it with her own eyes," I reminded him.

"That'll only be a reaffirmation of what she already knows. You know California has Palm Trees, even if you've never been there. You don't get shocked when you finally see them. And believe me, she didn't doubt me for a second when I told her. I think she sees it in you too."

"But that's," I stopped, realizing the futility of the argument. Did my wife really believe those things about me? Did I project that kind of an image? A sissy?

"Go home and shave. I'm going to call your house phone later. You'd better answer," Ron warned, opening the door to his office. "Thanks for stopping by, Mr. Mc' Kibben, have a pleasant day."

I walked out of his office as quickly as I could without seeming pissed off, even faking a smile at the receptionist as I walked out the door.

I drove home in silence, no music, only my own thoughts. Ron was right about one thing, I had been running in circles most of my life. I knew what I wanted, mostly, but never went after it. Now Ron was forcing me to do just that. But this was on his terms, not my own.

DD was already fucking someone else whether I liked it or not. I hadn't set the fantasy in motion on my own, but I wanted to reign it back in to something I could control, something I was a part of. I needed Ron for that, or at least I thought I did.

In spite of how I felt, I couldn't ignore that my life had suddenly become more exciting than it had ever been. I decided to ignore my fear and see how things played out.

As I pulled into my driveway I saw Ben, my married neighbor who'd fucked my wife, outside shoveling his driveway. I sat in the car for a moment, staring at Ben in my rear view. Everything about this guy bothered me, right down to the shape of his head.

I got out of the car and headed towards him. He saw me coming but kept on shoveling as if nothing was wrong. I kept an easy pace and avoided scowling so as not to give away my intentions.

As I stopped in front of him, he leaned against his shovel, a cocky smirk on his face. "Still driving that piece of shit, huh?"

I snatched the shovel out of his hand and swung it at his head.

Ben tried to duck and caught it on the top of his head, sending him falling back against his garage with a loud thud.

"You think you can just fuck my wife and get away with it motherfucker! Huh! What do you think I am, some kind of sissy faggot!? You think I suck cock!? I'm a real man! I'll crack your fucking head open if you ever come near her again!" I taunted him, screaming at the top of my lungs.

"Fuck you!" Ben indignantly spat. "Your wife's a fucking whore. You think I'm the only one in this neighborhood that's screwed your little fortune cookie?"

"What! Who!" I demanded to know. "Son of a...ahhhh!" I cried out as Ben kicked me in the knee and dropped me to the ground.

I tried to get up but Ben was on top of me before I knew it, his hands around my neck. "You know what I think? You are a faggot! That's why you can't control your cunt wife! You ever come on my property again I'll crackyourfucking head open!"

Ben got off of me and gave me a kick in the ribs for good measure as I tried to get up. Hunched over, I hurried back across the street to my home, crying like a little kid.

My pride was shattered.

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Part 7 - The Transformation

I was applying bandages to several cuts on my legs that I'd gotten while shaving them, when the phone rang.

It was Ron. He told me to expect company within the hour. Before I could get him to explain, he hung up.

I went back to the bathroom and examined my now hairless body. My dick looked bigger now that it wasn't half covered by a hairy bush. "Honey, I shaved so I can look better in your panties. Oh, and by the way, I like sucking dick," I mocked myself explaining the change to DD.

I went into DD's underwear drawer to find a pair of panties to wear before Ron arrived. A turquoise thong was my selection. I marveled at how good the silky fabric felt against my smooth skin as I slid them on. And when I looked in the mirror I was surprised at how good I looked in them. With all of that hair gone, it wasn't such a hideous sight.

"This is so pathetic," I shamefully shook my head. "My wife is in a cheap motel somewhere getting stuffed full of black cock and I'm at home alone trying on her underwear."

I always felt sorry for the poor cuckolded bastards in Ron's stories. That was a big reason why I'd resigned the idea to remaining a fantasy – I didn't want to wind up feeling sorry for myself. Yet here I was, realizing the sad state of myself, but not feeling entirely as remorseful as I thought I should have.

When I closed my eyes I visualized my wife's naked body being mauled and used by her black lover and it pleased me. I'd given up resistance to my fantasy if for no other reason than sheer mental exhaustion from fighting it. Since I had no control over the situation anymore, it was easier to accept her deriving sexual pleasure at the hands of another man as a mutually gratifying experience for both of us.

Likewise, my resistance to Ron's dominance had waned. If I was the submissive he said I was, than so be it. I looked forward to his arrival, knowing I'd find myself once again on my knees, servicing his big cock with my mouth. Giving into it was so much easier than fighting it. No more fighting, just giving in. Let the cards fall where they may.

But then there were things nagging at my conscience. What was Kane doing with my wife when he wasn't fucking her? Holding her? Caressing her? Telling her sweet things? I didn't want to think about things like that, they devastated me, so I ignored them.

Looking at myself in the mirror was a chore. There stood a helpless man, if he was indeed still a man at all. Certainly he wasn't enough of a man to please his wife sexually, and not enough of one to defend her honor against the douche bag neighbor. He wore panties and he sucked the cock of a man who sought his wife as a sexual conquest. What man did those things? I didn't like thinking about those things either, so I didn't.It's ok, Tonya, you don't have to pretend to be the man you're not.

When the doorbell rang I threw on DD's fuzzy pink bathrobe to cover my near nudity before going to open the door. I couldn't wait to have my mouth filled with his cock again.

"Hello, Tonya."

I froze, stunned, as I took in the sight of a total stranger at my door.

"I'm a friend of Ron's," she said, stepping into my home without invitation.

"Oh, I, I thought Ron was coming. I wasn't expecting, um," I shut the door behind her.

"Charlotte," the red headed woman said, dropping the duffle bag from her shoulder and removing her long winter coat. "Hang my coat for me."

I stared at her blankly as I draped her coat over a hanger in the entry closet. Charlotte wore nothing but lingerie under her coat!

"I take it by that stupid look on your face that you like what you see," Charlotte said, gracefully tracing the contours of her body with her finger tips, inviting my eyes.

She was a slender woman only a few inches shorter than me in her high heels. Black thigh-high fishnets clung to her skinny legs and a long twisting serpent tattoo was visible underneath on her left thigh. Her hot pink thong outlined her camel toe and a dangling piece of jewelry hung from her flat, toned belly. A full sleeve of tattoos covered one arm, the other was nothing but pure, milky, alabaster skin. A cup less pink bra left her apple-sized tits hanging out, her nipples covered by dangly black tassels.

"Yes, I just, well, you're...wow...beautiful and, um, this is a total surprise to me is all, I um, I'm Tony," I felt my face reddening as I became keenly aware of what I was wearing. Having a sexy woman see me this way was utterly humiliating.

"Tony?" she smirked. "Don't you mean Tonya?"

I got a lump in my throat as my humiliation heightened. "Um, Ron calls me that, I guess."

Charlotte laughed wickedly, "Awww, I bet you were looking forward to sucking his cock, weren't you?"

I said nothing, swallowing hard.

"Answer me when I ask you a question!" Charlotte demanded. "Are you embarrassed?"

I nodded. "This is, um, embarrassing, Charlotte."

"Don't be. He told me all about you, sissy girl. But we can have some fun too, can't we? I like girls like you, Tonya," Charlotte sported a wicked smile.

"Well I, uh, you do?"

She gave me the coyest of expressions, "You wanna fuck me? I bet you'd like that, huh?"

"I'm a, I'm married and everything, so I guess, maybe, I probably shouldn't," I stumbled over my words, my stiffening cock answering the question for me.

"But your wife is a whore isn't she? Isn't she somewhere getting pumped full of black cock right now? How come she gets to have all the fun, huh?" Charlotte lifted one of her breasts with her hand and crimped her neck to lick around the tassel.

I shrugged, staring in awe of her.

"So you really don't wanna fuck me?" Charlotte leaned in close, nuzzling her nose next to my ear, her sweet perfume invading my nostrils. "I know you have a pathetic little cock, but I'm a naughty little whore so I'm not picky," she whispered, untying my robe.

"This isn't happening," I breathed hard, "This stuff doesn't happen to me."

"It does when you have a powerful friend," she nibbled on my ear lobe, while reaching into my panties and squeezing my hard dick. "You can thank Ron later. So, would you like to fuck me?"

"Yesssssss," I breathed, feeling the testosterone coursing through my veins, feeling like a real man again in spite of myself.Me Tarzan, you Jane,my animal instincts screamed.

"Tell me how bad you want me," she purred, kissing my neck, her tassels tickling my chest. .

"Very bad," I gulped.

"That's not very convincing," she said, pulling away from me. "If you really want my hot, tight, wet, pussy, you'll have to earn it. Are you willing to earn it, Tonya?"

I nodded before rolling my head back as she continued to stroke my cock, the name 'Tonya' striking a blow to my fragile feeling of manhood.

"You call this a cock?" she giggled, slapping my hard dick, making me jump, "I think it's a joke. You're going to really have to be a good girl if I'm going to give you any pleasure. I'm in charge here, understand?"

"Yes," I said, falling back into my submissive role, my Tarzan alter ego getting the wind knocked out of him by the humiliation.

"You're gonna be my little bitch tonight, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm your little bitch," I said, half-enthusiastically.

Charlotte smiled, cupping her breasts in both hands. "Boy, you're easy. You deserve a treat. Bite my tassel."

"Bite it?"

"Bite it, sissy," she grabbed my head and pulled me to her breast. "Get those off of there so I can show you my pretty tits."

I grabbed her dangling tassel between my teeth and tugged it off, exposing her tiny, erect, pink nipple. I repeated with the other tassel, reveling in the sight of her soft, perky breasts.

"Mmmmm, that's much better, don't you think?" Charlotte said, massaging her nipples into an even more erect state. "Do you like my pretty little titties?"

"Oh yes!" I failed to play it cool, my eyes bulging. I hadn't seen a pair of naked tits live and in the flesh in months, and none other than DD's in years.

"Show me how much!" she said, forcefully pulling my head into her breasts. "Worship them!"

I hungrily devoured her tit, sucking on it like I wanted to pull it off.

"Oh my, that's terrible!" she put her hand on my forehead and pushed me back. "Do you think a woman wants you eating her tits? The point is to make her feel good. Try again."

I suckled her breast into my mouth more gently this time.

"Yes, that's it. Suck harder now, and flick your tongue against my nipple," Charlotte instructed. "Oh yes, that's good, you just need a little training don't you? Do the other one now."

I left her left nipple hard and pointing as I moved to the other, following the same instructions as she slowly tugged on my throbbing cock.

"Mmmm, that's enough for you," she gripped a fist full of my hair and yanked my head back. "Now, get on your knees, bitch." Charlotte lightly slapped my face and pushed down on my head.

I went to my knees with my hair still in her clutches. She asked where the main bathroom was then walked me there on my hands and knees, never letting go of my hair, commenting on what a "dump" my house was. She instructed me to sit on the toilet seat while she pillaged through DD's make up case.

"I'm going to make you a pretty girl, Tonya," Charlotte cheerfully exclaimed as she produced a bottle of eyeliner. "Hold still."

Charlotte hummed and swung her hips as if dancing to her own song as she applied make up to my face, seeming amused with her new toy. "You're going to look so much hotter than my husband ever did in drag. You have such girly features," she commented.

Husband?I thought.She does this to her husband too? Was he also a...holy shit!My mind finally put the pieces together. "Charlotte!" I blurted out without meaning too.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing, sorry, I just thought you were going to poke my eye with that mascara," I lied.

"Relax, I've done this lots of times to my little sissy girl at home," she giggled.

I remembered the night I'd met Ron, how he'd talked about passing around a twenty something redhead with 'nice tits' between he and his friends with her husband on speakerphone. I now knew who that redhead was! I shuddered as I thought of DD being used in the same manner. But that wasn't all.

Until now it hadn't occurred to me, but Charlotte was the central character in one of his Literotica stories – and the vivid description he gave of that character matched her to the letter! He hadn't even changed her name! Fiction writer my ass, his stories were real!

One of the reasons I'd loved them so much was that in spite of the crazy and unthinkable circumstances the characters were always in, they always seemed so incredibly realistic. Even as he took his fictional liberties by writing from the point of view of the cuckolded husband, whichhecertainly was not, the characters emotions and thoughts resonated with me well.

Ron certainly understood the motivations of men like me, that was for sure, and his claim that he knew me better than I knew I myself suddenly had a lot of credibility. Would he one day be writing a true story about me and DD, expressing my thoughts and feelings in ways I couldn't?

I sat there quietly, realizing Ron's plans for me. Making me wear panties, calling me Tonya, making me shave, now he had this woman was putting make up on me. Ron was trying to take away every sign of my masculinity, but why?

I thought about the stories he wrote in which the cuckolded husband was always humiliated and often forced into bisexual acts with the bull, even occasionally forced to wear women's underwear, but this was going farther than anything he'd ever written.

I couldn't help but wonder if he planned on taking other things further to? Was his level of kink and perversion progressing in the same way mine always did? If so, then I couldn't lean on his stories as a guide for what to expect, I was traveling into the unknown. I didn't fear as much for what he had in store for me, as I did for what it might mean for DD.