Saturday, June 20th, 2015 was the day that changed my life forever.
I was (and am) 28 years old, my wife Lori is 25. Physically, I am more of a smaller guy, only about 5'6" and 145 pounds with sandy brown hair. Lori is a little larger (but in all the right places!), brunette, about 5'4" and 170. Some might call her 'thick' but she not 'fat'. We'd been married a little bit more than a year by then. My Lori had been a happy June bride! Before we were married we had known each other since graduate school at Northwestern in Chicago and after graduating, we both found jobs in the city. Mine was working at a local hospital and Lori as an accountant / office manager. We stayed in the city we adopted and loved, called it our home, and our relationship grew quickly. After we first met and our relationship got closer we learned a lot about each other, as is the case with those who fall in love and eventually marry. Both of us dabbled in the pool of bisexuality and both of us had a little bit of a submissive streak inside of us, maybe even more than "a little streak". We seemed to be like two peas in a pod. Within a year we were living together, and in another we were engaged.
Looking back, I can say that when we were dating and even in our first year of marriage we weren't the wild and crazy type, you know, the ones that you immediately would think of doing crazy ass weird sexual things, but we did have our kinks that kept our life happy.
After we married we tried to keep our sex life strong, in particular through role play, fantasy and fetish. The fantasies and fetishes that really got us going were watching hardcore IR porn and me dabbling a little bit with 'mild' crossdressing which consisted of mostly just 'panty play'. Lori thought I looked 'cute' at times would hint that I should try even a little harder to be more effeminate as she indulged me in my love of the feel of panties. She even bought me a few pairs that she thought were 'hot' and 'sexy as hell'. It was so erotic when we would be lying in bed, each in lingerie like two girls, pleasuring each other! Sometimes Lori would give me a handjob me as I finger teased her clit while whispering in my ear about how small I seemed compared to the black dicks that she saw on our video collection, or how much fun it would be to share a black cock between us, both of us cumming on each other's fingers. Often, when we did have 'sex' I would hear her soft voice in my ear as we made love about how much more filled up she would feel with one of those big black dicks inside her instead of me. That was usually all it took to generally send me over the edge! It was a huge turn on for me and I know it was and is for her as well! But what I also know now is that for Lori, it wasn't enough. She needed something more, something that was lacking in her sexual appetite, a hunger that I could not feed. (I also know that now about myself, but hadn't REALLY thought about it... until THE DAY happened.)
Before that fateful day in June, we never had shared these thoughts and fantasies with anybody else though, or so I had thought! When I was getting dressed for the day, Lori suggested that it would be an erotic Saturday treat for me to pick out something nice and frilly in my panty drawer. It would be 'sexy fun' she said, to have me wear them under my clothes all day and have roll around in the sheets later with them on. I picked out a silk pink pair with some white lace ruffles and then put on my sweats. Neither of us had any plans for the day (or so I thought) and it was dreary and rainy out, so we planned on spending the day 'in' just getting some minutia of life done and watching some TV.
So, on this rainy Saturday morning at about 10 we were just puttering around our apartment when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I looked over at Lori and asked her if she was.
She said "well... ahhh maybe..." and never really finished her thought or statement. I was surprised as she hadn't mentioned anyone stopping over. I went over to our door and looked out the peep hole and saw one of our neighbors, Deon. I knew him from around the building, he was an older black man (well, older to us) of about 50, about 6 feet 1 inch tall and an athletic 190 or 200 pounds. Just in having talked to him a few times in the lobby he seemed to be kind of a nice guy. I opened the door and welcome him inside our apartment. I can't explain why it was that I noticed, but I immediately observed that Deon was wearing some baggy shorts and I could see his dick moving in his pant leg, swinging back and forth.
"Hey, Deon, what brings you over? " I asked.
Lori was just sort of looking down and said, "ahm, hi Deon."
Deon just looked over at her and said "hi Lori, I see that Alan is a bit surprised to see me here. I guess you didn't have a chance to talk to him yet? Did you?"
"Well... Ahm... no, I ahhh haven't talked to him yet..."
I must have had a look of utter bewilderment on my face because I truly didn't know what the hell was going on.
Deon came closer to me and looked me square in the eye. "Well, Alan you know me from around the building but what you don't know about me is that I am a Dominant and Master. It seems that your pretty wife here has been a little naughty, looking and trolling on various websites on the internet that cater to my, ah... particular... well, you get the picture. Lori here came across my profile, but she didn't at first know it was me. We've had all sorts of chats about your fantasies and her fantasies about submission, her being fucked by a Dominant, and you seeing her take a black cock. Today, I'm here to claim you and her as mine. She even told me about your panty fetish. How does it feel to be a sissy?"
My head was swimming and palms all sweaty. I didn't know what to say... what to do. I was a jumble of emotions! I was angry, and scared and excited – all at the same time. I looked over at Lori, but she was still looking down and didn't make eye contact with me.
Deon slowly walked even closer to me and went on, "Alan this is your chance, your opportunity. You are going to get what you know you want inside. You are going to submit to me, and I am going to own you and your wife, or I'm going to walk out of this apartment. You may never have this opportunity this again. What's it going to be are you going to take opportunity or are you going to walk away now...maybe forever?"
He stopped walking when we were standing toe to toe. For a brief moment I was going to assert myself and be a man! I was going to throw him out of my apartment! I bumped back against his chest. It was probably quite the humorous sight, the 5' 6" 'guy' trying to push around the much larger 6' 1" MAN. Me trying to be a defiant Alpha male – funny now when I think about it.
Deon just stared me down. Not in a cold way, but in a knowing way, almost like he knew what was going on inside my mind, the questioning, the decision-making process I was going through. He put a firm hand on my shoulder. "So what are you going to do? Lori here tells me you like to wear panties. Are you wearing a pair now, Alan? Are you being a sissy even right now? Why don't you show me?"
I hadn't noticed her move, but Lori had come up behind me and I felt her pull my sweats to the floor exposing my 'secret' pink panties with their white lace to Deon. Humiliatingly, my little cock of 4" was pretty obviously erect, making a very small tent. At that moment, in my mind, I knew what the right decision was.
The hand he had on my shoulder softly pressed me down towards the floor. I didn't resist and went to my knees. Deon pulled the string that was holding his baggy shorts up and they fell around his ankles, leaving him standing in just his boxers.
He took my hand and put it on his crotch letting me feel the fullness of his growing erection through his boxers. I could feel his cock getting harder, pushing up against the waistband. I looked up at him as I felt his manliness as he looking down he smiled at me. Inside, my apprehension was melting away into nothingness.
