I tried to have a normal day after Kari left for the gym. I donned my sweatpants and a T-shirt, hiding the cute pink panties underneath. I set out to clean the kitchen, my head spinning with questions and confusion. I told myself I wasn't the person Kari claimed. I wasn't some pervert for her to manipulate. The arousing feeling of the silky panties cradling my baby cock seemed to disagree.
Every time I thought about the bikini cut undies I felt a little tingle of arousal. I thought of the taste of Kari's pussy and about her hard muscular body, her wide shoulders, and her thick bodybuilder legs. My resolve weakened. I yearned for the attention of the sexy Dyke lesbian. I thought of her hands exploring my soft belly and groping my fat tits. It was emasculating and arousing. Several times I went to the bathroom to admire my panties in the mirror. They cradled my ass so beautifully and I loved the look of my little bulge -it could have passed for a pubic mound. I felt a new and exciting feeling, feminine and attractive.
It was a strange day of almost constant titillation. I cleaned the house and got a bit of a thrill imagining myself as a domesticated housewife. I was excited to do the mopping, dusting and other domestic chores. Kari, back from her workout, seemed to approve and I felt a compulsion to impress her. The house was immaculate when I was finished.
That evening the three of us watched a movie. Mel and Kari cuddled on the couch while I sat in the recliner. They kissed each other and Kari played with Melanie's curly hair and Mel massaged the athletic girl's thick arms and neck. I fixed them wine when they asked, but was otherwise ignored.
After the movie, I crawled into the little pink bed while wearing my little pink panties. What had happened to me? Was the old David already gone? I had become a ridiculous parody of a man. Somehow, even that humiliating thought made my little dick grow firmer.
That night in the spare room I listened to the sounds from the master bedroom next door. I could hear them moving around on the bed then sounds of kissing and my wife giggling. She sounded like a bubbly schoolgirl. Soon the chatter was replaced by deeper sounds of moaning and whispering..
The couple's energy increased. I could hear Kari's commanding voice instruct Melanie, "Right there, baby girl. Your tongue feels so good." My finger traced little circles over the bump in my panties as I eavesdropped. I wished I could take my wife's place, tasting Kari's plump pussy.
Kari's voice grew louder as she approached orgasm. "Oh God. Do I taste good?" She began to taunt my wife. "You love it, don't you? You're such a good girl." Hearing Kari, young enough to be Melanie's daughter, call her a good girl was twisted and exciting.
"This is where you belong, Slut -your mouth on my wet cunt." As Kari's orgasm neared she got more demeaning. Kari grunted and swore as Melanie brought her to climax.
