****This is a story that contains a man being humiliated. If you are offended by such, just simply don't read it.*****
It had been four months since we had seen Terry although the awareness she had given my wife was still very much present. A change had occurred in her. She was more confident now, sure, but it went beyond that now. She had no problem coming home from work and telling me about the hot new intern they had just hired, or how when she went out with her friends she made sure I saw her outfit before she left.
She started doing something else too. Her flat chest, something I always adored and teased her about at the same time, was now constantly being enhanced. Gone were the training bras and A-Cups that I bought for her and forced her to wear, teasing her about her inadequacies the way she did to me. In their place now were full lift and padded B-Cups. My wife wasn't a true B, but the extra padding ensured that every tight shirt she wore was a head turner.
She forced me to do something else. Begin saving for her eventual boob job. I insisted that she didn't need one and surprisingly she agreed with me 100%. She said it wasn't for her, in fact her self esteem was at an all-time high. Instead the boob job would be for me, but not in the traditional sense. She wanted nothing left to make us equals she said. She was above me now, and having me pay for her boob job would be the final piece she needed to ensure my fidelity forever.
Her sister came over around ten and the two of them, dressed almost identically in soft cotton black mini skirt dresses, headed out for the night. It was Thursday, ladies night and she, as she now always did on Thursday nights, told me not to wait up.
What was I to do? I stopped lying to myself months ago. The episode at the sex shop, where I was forced to do something I never thought I would, was enough to forever change my outlook on our marriage. She could now tell me whatever she wanted and I would not only comply with her, but I would do it joyfully. Now Thursday night was her night. She'd go out, sometimes with her sister, sometimes by herself, and she'd drink, and dance, and do all the things she was never quite able to do. The only rule was, she'd always come back. I was nervous at first, who wouldn't be, but she came back, and she always comes back, and it's more than that. She comes back with stories. Stories about sweat-inducing night clubs, being sandwich between two men, going into back rooms and having her way with random strangers. She hasn't gone all the way yet. She hasn't actually had sex with anyone but Bill and me. But she's done just about everything else. And her favorite part? The still utter look of shock on my face when she calls out with glee how much larger/stronger/thicker/manlier they all are in comparison to me.
The phone rings around midnight but I'm too busy watching TV to answer it. Then about a half hour later, there's a knock at my front door. It can't be my wife, she doesn't get home until four at the very earliest. A little warily I get up to answer it.
Standing beyond my quiet front door was a very pregnant Terry.
"Hi Tom."
"You're pregnant?"
"Hello to you too."
My hand was still on the door.
"Sooooo are you going to invite me in?"
I stumbled out of her way and let her into my house, mine and my wife's house. It was getting cold out, so her long coat covered most of her body but it did nothing to hide her firm and pregnant stomach.
She glanced around my house. "Hmm small. I'm not really surprised. Where's your wife?"
"Out."
"Out?"
"With whom?"
"Her sister."
This made Terry smile. She slipped her now only slightly larger body out of her coat and held it out. I scurried over to take it from her and hang it up.
"Is her sister attractive?"
I opened the closet and hung up her coat with my back to her.
"Yea, I'd say she is."
"She more attractive than your wife?"
I thought about that.
"She cleans up better."
When I turned to face Terry I was amazed to see that, from the back, she looked exactly the same as always. Her shoulders were still taught and strong and they pitched sharply into her tight waistline.
"Why are you here Terry?"
She turned to me. The black cotton shirt she was wearing struggled mightily all along its plunging V Neck with her now starkly more ample chest. Terry always had firm, beautifully proportioned breasts, but like many woman, her body had decided to increase their size, and overall fullness, by nearly three cup sizes in anticipation of her coming child.
"I need you."
Those three lone words, small and barely spoken, were filled with such potential and anticipation that a naughty little smile broke out across my lips.
"Aw that was so cute!" She smiled and walked towards me. He hand reached out and she cupped my crotch. "You've missed me haven't you?"
"In ways I can't describe."
"I haven't spoken to your wife about this. I know last time her and I had an understanding. You both knew what was going to happen that night. And yes, she did get the fuck of her life from my husband, but you both knew about it. This is different Tom. She doesn't know that I'm here. She has no idea that another woman is in your house.'
She was right. Especially with my wife's new found independence, she wouldn't take lightly to Terry being here without her express permission. And even if I did ask her, she'd probably want Terry to herself. I thought about this for a moment, the fact that my wife would instruct me to let her have Terry instead of me, and I thought about how very different my life was. I now yearned to be controlled by a woman. I wanted to tell my wife because I wanted to hear her say no to me.
But another part yearned for Terry. My wife was a beautiful and plain creature, and especially in her new role as head of our household, I had desire for her I thought long diminished. But Terry was pure. She was an elemental force. I, in all honesty believed that there was no man impervious to her will. It was in her DNA, she was the culmination of every woman's struggle for equality, she was a reckoning force, an equalizer. She was pure feminine brutality and sex. And I adored her.
"I don't care. If you need me, I'm there for you."
She laughed at that and spun slowly, her big belly pulling her shirt half way up her stomach.
"You know I'll have to have fun with you though. I don't want you to get caught but I do want you to squirm. I want you to wriggle on the hook as she suspects but can never prove. I think your wife is a lovely creature and I do so wish to manipulate her."
"I love her."
"Of course you do." She made a cute sad face at me, curling her lower lip. "You love her so much you're willing to cheat on her."
"It's not like that."
She took a step towards me and placed a finger on my stomach. Her belly was inches away, her heavy heavy tits were plump and round just beneath my vision.
"Do you love me?" She asked it cute and sweet and all the ways that woman can control me.
"I love her."
"I know you do Tom, I'm not doubting that, yet." She smiled and grabbed the collar of her shirt. She pulled it slowly down. Her breast strained against the material, swelling as the fabric pushed against it. She kept pulling and her blue-ish veins pushed against her skin, her right breast screamed to be free. Then her nipple cleared the shirt and the ripe thing jumped from its prison and hung in all its feminine glory. Her nipple was engorged because of her pregnancy, and the whole tit was thick with muscle and milk.
