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.
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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."
