I should have known something was going on when I got ‘invited’ next door to watch the football game while my wife was having a girl’s day with some wives at our house. I wasn’t much into football nor did I know the neighbors well either. I tended to keep to myself, which you will understand why later.
We moved in just three months ago and while my wife really hit it off with the wife of our next-door neighbor, I hardly saw her husband, even on the weekend. Vivian was an outgoing and lovely curvaceous lady, about a decade older than my wife and me. She was often over at our house or Sherrie, my wife, was over there. I didn’t think much about it and thought it was a coincidence that our moving in changed things in our relationship.
It all came to a head today when I sent next door with a case of cold beer. Jonathan, Viv’s husband greeted me and introduced me to the other three guys there, Ray, Brad, and Jason. I wasn’t overly comfortable with them. Physically they were of a type, you know, the big guys, former high school athletes, really close friends which were evident by the kidding around, verbal and physical. I was immediately on the outside. We all settled in to watch the game when Jonathan asked to speak to me in another room.
He led me to a bedroom and shocked the hell out of me. Without a word, he dropped his pants and his cock was hanging there. I looked at it for a moment and turned my head.
“Don’t look away, sissy!”
I froze at his words. It wasn’t true! Yes, my wife and I played a few games with some girls clothing and make-up, but that was between her and I. I turned to leave when Jonathan spoke even more harshly.
“Just walk out that door and those guys are going to find out you’re are wearing your wife’s panties.”
My head spun. “How the hell did he know that? Has he been spying on me?”
“It’s okay Roberta, I very much want a blow job from a pretty sissy like yourself. Just kneel down and suck my cock for me. I am pretty sure you will enjoy it.”
I stood there, unable to meet his eyes. In the corner of my eye, I saw his cock slowly hardening. I felt trapped for the most part.
“Look at me!” His order hammered into me. I had to turn, I couldn’t stop myself, but I didn’t lift my head.
“Before you drop to your knees and blow me, strip off those pants. I want to see your pink panties.”
“How the hell did he know not only that I was wearing panties, but that I put on a pink pair!” I thought furiously and realized there was only one way for him to know, my wife told him! I felt betrayed! It was only a game!
“I see by the look on your face you know who filled me in. But you don’t know the half of it. Right this minute your wife is on her knees eating my wife’s pussy while her friends are getting naked to join them.”
It was another mental blow that I certainly wasn’t ready to handle. His next words drove it home as he grabbed his cock and stroked it.
“What do you think your wife has been training you for?”
That did it, I sank to my knees unsure of anything as the world swirled around me. He stepped closer and aimed his now hard cock at my mouth. I didn’t do anything, but the shock had my mouth hanging open and he stuck it right in. Almost instinctively I closed my lips like I had done often on my wife’s strap-on.
My mind ran through the last several months. Not long after we moved in my wife took more and more control in the bedroom. At first, it was simple. I didn’t really like going down on her, but she became more and more insistent. Over time things kept changing. She was more aggressive, climbing on top often and more fucking me than me fucking her. The first time she pushed her pussy to my face after I came, I thought I was going to throw up.
She offered me no explanations, just did what she wanted in a very matter-of-fact way that didn’t seem to offer me any options. In some ways, I was thrilled with her attitude, but it was like almost daily the rules kept changing. The panties and other lingerie started as an experiment, just something that would turn her on and now all my old tidy-whities had disappeared. The butt-plug and finally the strap-on were the latest changes. She had me sucking on it and even using it on me after a couple of size changes of the plug. It was both humiliating and enjoyable at the same time.
She always complimented me on my slim physique and encouraged me to grow out my hair a bit, even though current men’s fashion was shorter hair. Until the moment Jonathan pulled out his cock it never dawned on me that she was turning me into a girl.
He pulled out of my mouth. “You forgot something, your pants.”
I glanced nervously at the door. He said, “Don’t worry. The game is starting. I won’t tell them about you, but right now I need to cum and you are just the right kind of girl to do it.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. I thought he was going to take a picture, but he clicked a few things and I jumped.
“Do you like your new butt-plug? She told me you would be wearing it. It vibrates on several levels and that was level one.”
My humiliation felt complete. I sat down on the floor and pulled off my shoes and jeans, those tight form-fitting jeans that my wife picked out for me that she said showed off my ass. Her comments took on a whole new meaning now. Jonathan had me face away and push my ass up in the air for him to see my panties.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck your ass right now, but realize that it’s coming. In the meantime, blow me, baby!”
I knelt back in front of him, resigned to my apparent fate. His cock was larger than mine and was . . . bumpier is the only word that came to mind. I took the head into my mouth, trying to pretend it was my wife’s dildo, but it didn’t taste the same. It was warm and slightly salty. He kept his hand on it, slowly fucking my mouth with just a couple of inches. He pulled it out.
“Look down!”
I did and I was shocked again.
“Yes, you are hard and look at the pre-cum stain on your cute little panties.”
He pushed his cock back into my mouth, fucking my mouth even more gently than my wife ever did. Then he started talking.
“My wife seduced yours pretty easily. It happened the first week you guys moved in. She told me that Sherrie was complaining a bit about your love life so Viv kissed her and your little slut of a wife damn near came on the spot. And she is a slut, make no mistake about it. Put a cock or pussy in front of her and she drops to her knees faster than you did.”
I started getting angry and sucked harder on his cock.
“That’s it, baby, do a good job. I’ve been waiting for this for a while. It won’t take long.”
I felt his cock swell, it was so different than the strap-on. It was alive. I felt the spit running down my chin and onto my shirt. His climax was approaching, I could tell the signs, but what was strange was that I was feeling it too. The vibration in my ass intensified, and his cock got harder then he came. It was strange, like when you are sucking on a large straw with a blockage and the block gives way and it blasts into your mouth and chokes you. It was something like that.
I think it went so quickly through my mouth I barely tasted it at first. I couldn’t swallow it quick enough, quite a bit dripped down my chin. Between that and my own spit —while sucking on his cock, my shirt was a wreck. He pulled back and say down on the edge of the bed. “Come in.”
I jumped as the bathroom door opened and Sarah, one of the wives who was supposed to be over at my house, came out holding a hanger. On it was a corset, garter belt, and a small bag. I recognized it all immediately. “How . . .”
“How do you think,” Jonathan said with a smile. He turned to Sarah and said, “Give him a hand, Okay?”
She smiled and came toward me while I was still on my knees as Jonathan headed for the bathroom. “I know this is coming at you really fast, but its better that way. Trust me, you’ll end up loving it, just like me,” Sarah said with an enigmatic smile.
“Just like you?” I realized she was dressed pretty much like my wife liked to dress me up. A corset, only hers had a built-in bra, a garter belt and stockings, panties, and high-heeled shoes my wife liked to call ‘fuck-me-heels’. That’s when I also realized she wasn’t a she.
“Yea, when we moved in I was married to Patricia, but then one thing led to another and now I live with Brad as his wife/girlfriend. Patricia and I are still legally married, but she much prefers pussy over a cock. She really likes what your wife can do with her tongue.”
Sarah stood me up and pulled my shirt and panties off. I was naked in front of the only woman since my wife . . . only she wasn’t a woman. My head felt like it was going to explode. Johnathan left the room and Sarah pulled me into the bathroom and cleaned me up. She dressed me, taking surprising care, then applied make-up. She seemed to know just what to do, more confident than Sherrie had been.
“I should, I have been talking your wife through what you would need. Her coloring wouldn’t suit you at all.” When she was done she stood me in front of the mirror and . . . “Holy fuck!”
The clothing, what there was of it, was pink. The corset was tight and squeezed my chest to give me the appearance of breasts. The garter held up these sheer pink stockings with these seriously high shoes I had just recently learned to walk in. Everything was something I had worn before, but with the make-up and hair brushed out the only thing giving away I wasn’t a girl was my cock.
“You’ve been such a good boy, I think you deserve a reward.” Sarah got down on her knees and took my cock in her mouth. She immediately started rubbing my taint and a fingertip around my asshole. I should have stopped her, I should have run screaming from the room an hour ago, but I started getting hard and it felt so good. I felt something cold and realized she had lubed her finger and was applying it in and around my asshole. “Fuck,” was all I could say. That girl/guy/whatever could suck a watermelon through a garden hose. Just as I came, I heard lots of noise from the other room, I didn’t think it was because of the football game.
Sarah stood with a mouthful of cum and kissed me, pushing it into my mouth. This wasn’t new, Sherrie had done that often, but Sarah was a different kisser. She was gentle, not forceful. She pushed it in like I was expecting and welcoming it, not like Sherrie who just shoved it in like I didn’t matter. I was still confused and my head still spinning.
“Are you ready?” Sarah asked kindly.
“For what?” I asked nervously, more so than earlier.
“You aren’t stupid, you know what’s going on.”
“Jonathan said he didn’t tell them, the other guys.”
“He didn’t, Viv and Sherri did. The whole group has been looking forward to it.”
“It?”
“Your ‘christening’, so to speak.”
She led me to the door. “Oh wait, one more thing now that you are soft.” She went back to the bed and held up a plastic construction. I looked at it, obviously unsure of what it was, then Sarah pulled aside her panties and I saw her cock was in some sort of cage, pink plastic just like the one in her hand.
She came toward me, breaking this thing into two pieces. “Don’t be alarmed. You are about the get more pussy, cock, and ass than you ever dreamed of.”
With the click of a small lock, my life took a dramatic turn. For better or worse had a new meaning now!
