Warning! This is a story about a wimp husband and his wife and her boyfriend humiliating him for their own sexual pleasures. If stories about humiliation, cuckolds, crossdressing, forced feminization, pegging, sissies or sucking cock bother you, Stop Reading Now!
The next day, Saturday, it's almost noon as my wife emerges from the bedroom with a big smile and a glow about her. She announces she and her boyfriend are going to take a shower and that I am to replace their bed sheets and prepare them some breakfast. This was the second time I was replacing the sheets, having done just that after watching them have sex in our marital bed just last night.
After I had left the bedroom the night before with their cum soaked sheets and retired to my new temporary bedroom, they resumed having sex for two more hours before finally falling asleep. Her boyfriend had moved our bed and placed the headboard against the wall that separated the two bedrooms so that It knocked against the wall every time he drove his big penis into my wife's vagina. The knock, knock, knocking of the bed and her moans as he pounded her vagina with his penis were inescapable and only made me more frustrated as I lay there unable to masturbate my chastised penis to release my sexual pressure. The baby monitor they had hooked up between the two rooms only amplified every loud moan and scream from my wife as her boyfriend pummeled her. She had placed the monitor near her vagina which picked up the sloshing, squishing sound as his dick went in and out of her hole, stretching it until it gaped open, his balls erupted filling it full of his warm gooey sperm.
I've already been awake for three hours, having been awakened in the morning to them at it again and my wife's now hoarse moans of passion. I'm still wearing the bra and panties I was made to wear last night. Not having access to any of my clothes, I found one of my wife's robes in the clothes hamper to cover myself. I have already washed their sheets from the night before, so I grab them and head to the master bedroom and begin stripping the bed. The bottom sheet has a giant wet spot right where I used to sleep. There's also gobs of fairly fresh cum on it as well that must have run out of my wife's used vagina. I quickly remove the sheet and notice it's soaked through and there's a large wet spot on my side of the mattress. I had just changed the sheets last night before I went to bed. Gawd, he must make my wife squirt a lot.
I put new sheets on the bed and then sit down on the edge. I curiously bring the semen crusted sheet up to my nose to smell it. I breath in deeply to smell the manly aroma of the sperm mixed with my wife's fluids and I think about last night and sucking my wife's cum filled vagina. I stick my tongue out and touch a gob with the tip. It's cool with a slight nutty taste. I also think about how her boyfriend put his penis in my mouth so I could clean it, and how it felt, warm, half hard, with a mixture of their juices. I thought I would dislike it, but I in fact kind of liked having it in my mouth, all warm and spongy, and so big. I think he liked it too and I liked the feeling of being included In their lovemaking. I want him to like me, so I didn't mind doing that for him if he wants me to. I don't think that makes me gay or anything. After all, it wasn't like I was giving him a blow job, I was just cleaning it.
My own wife even encouraged it, saying it was a sign of respect for a submissive like me to show my appreciation to a real man for making my wife happy by licking and kissing his penis. She sure looks happy this morning, happier than I've seen in months.
I hear a noise behind me and turn around, startled, It's him, her boyfriend, staring at me as I lick the sheet. He's naked, his penis just hanging there before my eyes again. God, even flaccid, it's so big! It's just like the penises in the videos that I masturbate to. My own penis tries to harden in it's chastity prison, but is unable to as he stands there smirking, his penis and testicles inches from my face. He grabs my hair and pushes my face into the sheet with his big hand and taunts me, "Get that mouth down in there, Sissy, don't let any of my baby juice go to waste."
Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed! All I can do is to answer, "Yes Sir," as I obediently lick up the creamy deposit. He grabs my head with one hand. and the sheet with the other and stuffs the soiled section into my mouth and commands, "That's it, suck it all out. A sissy never lets real man's sperm go to waste." The look in his eyes as he towers above me tells me he's thoroughly enjoying his humiliation of me. His penis is dangling close to my mouth as the salty slime from the sheet slides down my throat.
He leans down and whispers, "Don't worry Sissy, you'll be getting a steady diet of this very soon." He winks and lets go of my hair and I scurry out of the room with the sheet still in my mouth. I hurry down to the basement and stuff the sheet into the washing machine and then hurry back up to the kitchen to cook breakfast. I'm just about to serve it just as they both sit down at the table. My wife, still smiling, informs me we are going shopping today, just us girls, and that Daddy, or Sir will be moving his stuff from his apartment into our house while we we're gone. They announced last night that he would be staying with us for a few days, but have now decided this will be a permanant arrangement with him moving in.
She then announces that Daddy and his two brothers, along with their father, will also be doing some remodeling in the coming weeks and building me a permanent bedroom in part of the basement. I nervously wonder to myself what they have told his family and what do they know about me? How am I ever going to tell my family that my wife's cuckolding me, and that her boyfriend is living here and sleeping in my bed with my wife?
It's already late afternoon when my wife, the woman I'm to address as Miss Lori, or Mistress when her boyfriend is present, tells me to get ready to go shopping. I'm told to wear the same outfit that I wore to the bar last night. plus the bra. I'm terrified and I start to protest, and tell her that I'm scared people will see me dressed like this in the light of day and make even worse fun of me, a man dressd like a woman, than they did at the bar last night,
"You are not a man," she snaps. She gives me an aggravated look and continues, "Real men do manly things, like take charge of things, and give their wives a proper fucking. The only thing you're good at is cleaning and cooking, and you sure can't satisfy a woman with that tiny little clit of yours. I got you to finally agree to let a real man properly fuck me and I'm not giving that up. John and I want this to be a permanent thing. He has agreed to let you stay here, but we're making some changes. We each have our new roles and purposes. He's a man and you're not, so you need to start dressing your role."
I look at her puzzled, "Wa-what do you mean, dressing my role?"
"Why, your role in the new relationship." She looks even more annoyed as she continues, "We talked about this last night, the three of us, remember? We're a throuple now. the real man, the real woman and our sissy bitch and just guess which one you are, Duh, you're the sissy,"
She continues with a coldness in her voice. "You agreed to let John be the man in charge and to do whatever he says if he let you watch last night, remember?" I meekly nod my head as she continues, "Well, he upheld his part of the deal and he expects you to do the same," she scolds. "So the sooner you accept your new role, the better for everyone." A sly smile suddenly appears, "Besides, John told me he thinks you're going to eventually love this new arrangement. I hope so honey, for your sake, because I sure do"
"But, it's daytime! I can't go out during the day like this."
