My Wife My Boss & I

After our short exchange of words, Candy got up and went to the bathroom to clean up, leaving me lying naked on the bed. I couldn’t think of anything to do at that point, so I cleaned up in the small bathroom downstairs, sat down to read a book and think about what had just happened.

Despite the fact that I was thoroughly and erotically involved with what transpired in the bedroom, I felt a desperate fear and a deep anger creeping over me. That son-of-a-bitch Frank Ballwell had falsely blackmailed me, fucked my wife in front of me and treated me like I had no backbone at all. He wasn’t at all worried that I would lose control and attack him when he stuffed his cock into Candy’s pussy. He even forced me to take part, aiding him in his adultery.

I couldn’t concentrate on the book. My thoughts kept returning to the bedroom, visualizing Candy with her legs spread wide open, Frank Ballwell’s dick going in and out of her, pumping load after load of cum while she moaned in ecstasy. I was paralyzed watching them in a mutual orgasm. In these last few days I had changed from a self-confident husband with a beautiful young wife and a secure job to a submissive bisexual cuckold who was afraid of being laid off. It was agonizing to realize what I had become so quickly and so willingly . I didn’t know if I could accept what Candy and Frank had done to me.

After a few minutes, Candy came slowly down the stairs in a robe and slippers. I pretended to ignore her, and stared steadily at the book, grinding my teeth, anger burning the veins in my temples. She sat down close to me on the sofa and put her arms around me.

“You know I love you, don’t you,” At that moment, I couldn’t think of anything more ridiculous or irrelevant. I knew they had planned this assault on my innocence .

“It’s just sex you know, and pretty wild sex at that isn’t it,” she laughed. “You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you, Honey?” I kept staring at the open book on my lap.

When I didn’t answer, her tone changed from gently entreating, to hard and direct. She must have known I was angry. “Jimmy, I couldn’t just sit in this house all day, everyday, staring at the walls and watching TV. I was going out of my mind. You’re never home, you’re always too tired to have sex, and you never take me out. What did you expect me to do? You now how popular I was and how much fun I had in College.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Candy,” I shouted. “I had no idea that you were bored to the point that you’d do something like this.”

“You’re so naive and innocent Jimmy, you wouldn’t have understood. Frank’s worldly and mature. He knew how to get you involved, and he didn’t want to sneak around. We weren’t sure how you would react if you caught us by accident.”

I was silent. My anger bubbled inside me. Her voice was firm and steady. “Jimmy, this is the way it’s going to be from now on. You either have to accept it and move on, or move out. I need you to talk to me and I need to know what you’re thinking.”

My throat constricted and I could feel the sweat on my forehead. I didn’t know if I could get any words out without flying into a rage, and I really didn’t know what to say. Tears of frustration were forming in my eyes, and Candy just stared at me coldly, waiting for an answer.

“You know, you really looked hot dressed in that skirt and bra when Frank fucked you in the video. I really can’t believe you didn’t enjoy it. I heard you beg him to fuck you harder and longer, and it really turned me on when I saw you come all over his marble floor.”

“I didn’t enjoy it! It was painful. I thought I was doing it to save my job and you!”

“Jimmy, don’t lie to me, I know you enjoyed it, I could tell by the look on your face. You were in another world when Frank was pushing his dick up your little pussy. And you’re going to have just as much fun Saturday night with Ted! And while he’s having his way with you, Frank will be having his way with me. That’s the way it’s going to be. And, by the way, I do want to see that Broadway show and be out in public for a change.

I was upset, but felt cornered and even sexually aroused, and she could probably sense it. With all my conflicting emotions I was thinking about Frank I and fucking Candy a little while ago and another erection was forming between my legs. Thoughts and feelings that I had never experienced were rising deep inside me. Then I had a vision of me wearing sexy women’s clothes, greeting Ted Crasnow at the front door. I wondered whether I could actually do it. Ted was a good-looking middle-aged man who obviously worked out frequently. My anger evaporated. “What did you mean when you said you were going to dress me up pretty?”

She laughed. “That’s the way, Jimmy. You’re really very sweet, you know. I knew you couldn’t stay angry. I’ve got some nice sexy things for you. Frank went all-out with a clothing budget for us. After I saw the video of you and Frank, I knew you were going to be a real sissy-boy. You always were a bit effeminate.” She put her arms around me again and put her tongue in my ear and her hand between my legs, massaging a quickly hardening erection. After a few hard strokes, I was almost ready to come a second time that day. My heart was pounding against my chest and my pulse was racing. Before I could come again though, she stood up, took my hand and led me up the stairs. “Now you’ll be my little sissy-boy too. We’re going to have a lot of fun together.” My anger had melted away.

When we got to the open bedroom door, I was stunned. She had everything laid out on the bed: black silk French Maid’s outfit, black stockings, garter belt, high heels, makeup and a full platinum blonde wig. She had known that I would give in!

“Would you like to try it all on now, Sissyboy?”

“Sissyboy?”

“That’s your new name, Jimmy. Do you like it? It’s what Frank and I are going to call you from now on. Would you prefer another?”

“Candy, this is all going too fast for me.”

“Well, make your decision, Sissyboy, there’s no going back now.” She smiled condescendingly at me, like a mother being patient with a misbehaving adolescent son. When I didn’t move, she took my hand and led me over to the bed and handed me the sheer stockings.

“Can’t hurt to just try them on. Besides, I want to see what you look like. You’re going to be a real cutie.” Her smile was wide and inviting.

I took off my clothes, sat on the edge of the bed and rolled the stockings up to my thighs. I had no trouble since my body was essentially smooth and hairless. Candy handed me the garter belt. I put it on and she helped me snap it into the stockings, front and rear. After that I put on the panties, bra and one-piece shiny black French Maid’s outfit that had a tiny white apron in the front. Remarkably the high-heeled shoes were the right size. She held my face and roughly applied some bright red lipstick and lavender eyeshadow. She handed me the blonde wig. I walked unsteadily over to the mirror and carefully adjusted the wig on my head. I was shocked at the image staring at me. I didn’t recognize the sexy young girl staring back at me. Even so, I thought Candy would laugh when I turned to face her. She didn’t. She stared at me transfixed.

“Gosh, you

are

beautiful, Jimmy.” She slowly stood up, walked over to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips. Then she looked right in my eyes. “This is who you are from now on, Sissyboy. You’re mine and Frank’s sissy slaveboy and you’re going to do what we tell you to do, isn’t that right?”

I guess my personality as well as my looks must have transformed. I felt weak, vulnerable, submissive and not a little bit aroused.

“Sissyboy?”

“Yes, Candy?” I replied to my new name.

“I’m not Candy to you anymore, Sissyboy! You have to address me as ‘Mistress’ from now on. And Frank is always Master to you when you and he are alone at work or here in this house.” I found that hard to swallow.

“Yes, Candy” I replied, thinking that I was acting out a part in a play. But she was dead-serious and I didn’t see any ‘play’ in her eyes.

Before I could get out another word she slapped my face hard. “Did you hear me, Sissyboy? What’s my name?”

My cheek was stinging and my eyes were watering. I stared at her. “Mistress?” I replied weakly in a voice almost too low to be heard.

“This is your punishment for not standing up to Frank Ballwell like a man. You don’t deserve a faithful wife. Frank and I are going to tell you how to live your life from now on. Is that understood, because if it isn’t, you’re history to me and you’ll be looking for a new job in another city starting Monday.”

With a new found respect for and fear of my wife I answered, “I understand, Mistress.”

“And this is just how you’re going to look Saturday night when Ted arrives. You’re going to be sweet and submissive to him too, do you understand me, Sissyboy?”

I nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Get it up, Sissyboy.” I didn’t understand what she was saying.

“What?”

“Do I have to tell you again how to address me? Get it up!” she shouted at me.

And then I understood. She walked over to me. “Do I have to slap your face again, Sissy-boy?” She pulled her hand back to get ready. “Get it up, Sissyboy!”

“No, Mistress, I understand.” I was rubbing myself under my dress.

“Pull it out and let me watch.”

I lifted my skirt and pulled my fully erect dick from inside my panties and stroked it slowly up and down.

“Cum in your hand. Don’t soil the rug or the new dress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said continuing to masturbate with my left hand, my right hand cupped under my dickhead. Candy stood in front of me and opened her robe. She was naked underneath. Her scent, the dress, my hand rapidly moving up and down on my erection and now seeing Candy’s voluptuous body and shaved pussy staring at me put me over the top. I erupted into my palm.

“Catch it all, Sissyboy. Squeeze it to get it all out. Cum as much as you can. Keep squeezing it.”

I was filling up my palm and it was almost overflowing. Finally, I couldn’t cum anymore and I sat there looking at Candy. Then I started to get up to go to the bathroom, but she gently put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down on the bed.

“Where are you going, Sissyboy?”

I was going to clean up, Mistress.”

“You aren’t done yet, Sissyboy. You’re going to have to eat it all.”

The last thing in the world I wanted to do was put that in my mouth. I was totally drained of any sexual emotion.

Candy reached over and put her hand under mine and slowly raised it towards my face. “Every last drop, Sissyboy, open your mouth wide.” Her voice was loud, firm and irresistible. As our hands neared my face, I gradually opened my mouth as she pushed my palm to my lips forcibly. I could smell the strong odor of sperm approaching my face. Candy gave it one final push and my hand was against my face and my mouth was filling with my cum. I closed my lips so I wouldn’t spill it on the dress. My mouth was full, but I couldn’t swallow it. She kept my hand and hers against my face so I couldn’t spit it out. “Swallow it all, Sissyboy, swallow it! You swallowed Frank’s, now swallow yours.”

With my mouth filled with cum, I was paralyzed. I desperately wanted to spit out the creamy liquid in my mouth, but my throat spasmed and I involuntarily swallowed a bit. And then she squeezed her hand into my cheeks. I swallowed it all in one big gulp.

“I hope you liked it, Sissyboy, ‘cause your going to get a lot of it from now on, yours and everyone Frank and I can find who’s willing to fuck you. There’s a nightgown in the closet for you to sleep in. I’ll be getting rid of all your “men’s” underwear and pajamas tomorrow. When you go to work from now on, you’ll be wearing panties under your slacks and a camisole under your shirt. You’ll be painting your toenails bright red too. Now go downstairs and sleep on the sofa. I’ll let you know when you can approach me again. It won’t be any time soon.”

Without saying anything, I walked to the closet, undressed, hung up the dress, put on the silky white nightgown, and went downstairs to sleep on the sofa. Candy closed the door and I heard her lock it behind me.