Date: Wed, 3 Feb 2010 09:50:52 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Wives 2 Sissyboy Wives 2 By Beautiful Creamer One -- True Marital Bliss Josh "Smith" cried out, "I love you, Daddy!!!" as his anal orgasm ripped out his guts with a white-hot knife. At least that was what it felt like as Josh's husband, Clark, pumped his huge, fat cock back and forth against his 11-year-old sissyboy wife's oh-so-sensitive prostate. Josh knew he wasn't supposed to call his husband "Daddy." It was still against the law for a sissyboy to marry his father in most states. But Josh had long thought of Clark as his "real" father, even before they were married. Josh loved it when Clark, who was really his stepfather, was on top of him, as they were that lovely Monday morning. Rubbing his hairy, manly, buff body against Josh's slim, sissyish beauty. Kissing Josh. Telling his wife how beautiful he was. Josh was very good to "Daddy" sexually. He wouldn't even think of denying his husband even the foulest perversion. He loved to nurse on "Mr. Smith's" huge cock for hours and adored having his husband's tongue inside his pretty bum. Josh even liked to [blush] lick "Daddy's" hairy hole until he was all stiff and drippy and ready to fuck his horny boywife yet again. Josh was such a caring wife that that morning he squeezed Clark's cock with his excellent ass muscles as he cuddled the man's balls with his soft fingers. So that Clark would cum soon and not be late for work. They needed Clark's income, what with all the expenses of the wedding and the identity switches they had to make to be able to marry. Anyway, Clark could never hold onto a creamload as long as he wanted to with his wife Josh under him. The boy was an angel of love! So beautiful. So eager to please. And, as a bonus, Josh was very much a "lingerie sissy," wearing panties everywhere. In the bedroom, Josh wore such additional delights as black or brown, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings; lacy, ruffled garter belts; and scanty, babydoll nighties. Which tended to assuage Clark's guilt about the alleged "gayness" of fucking a young boy. He could almost pretend he was fucking a young girl if he wanted to. Josh's pink nightie, which had been so clean and pure the night before when he teased "Daddy" with it, looked as if he had worn it outside during a spermstorm. Josh and his husband had enjoyed their usual rip-roaring night. Even though they had been married nearly three whole months, their craving for each other had only intensified. When Clark groaned and unloaded his "first-of-the-day" spermload into his wife's furnace of a boypussy, he thanked whatever higher powers there were for giving him such a magnificent second wife. The complete antithesis of Denise, Clark's first wife and Josh's mother. Oh she was hot all right. Big tits. Small brain. Evil disposition. She was making some other guy or guys miserable right now, Clark thought. Good riddance. After she left, nine months earlier, Clark began to sort out his feelings for his stepson. His feelings were divided into two piles. Prurient and loving. That was enough. He loved the boy desperately throughout his five-year marriage to Denise. As a son, not a lover. Until Denise left them alone together. Then Clark began to see Josh differently. The boy was ten years old and the very embodiment of the kind of sissyboy for whom men would cash in their retirement accounts to shower with gifts. Clark saw the way men looked at Josh. It made him jealous and possessive. And quite randy. There was never anything untoward between them [darn it] until three weeks after Denise left and Josh began to call Clark "Daddy." And started coming into "Daddy's" room every night for a good night kiss. Innocent at first. Almost a peck on the cheek. It took two weeks to develop into a kiss on the lips, which made Clark almost cream his pants. Another week to involve a whiff of tongue. Then... Josh started coming into Daddy's room wearing only pajama tops. He said he liked to be "free" when he slept. But a surreptitious glance each night showed Clark that his stepson was fully erect when he reported for his kiss. Clark's libido was in flames. It was the highpoint of each of their days. But still, there was great caution. Until that night that Clark decided that he would lie in bed, on top of the sheets, wearing only his pajama tops. Exposing his massive, stiff, aching cock to his startled stepson. Oh dear. The kiss that night involved lots of tongue and lasted nearly a full minute. Both man and boy were steaming. But still somewhat cautious. Josh looked as if he wanted to say something to his stepfather. Clark looked as if he wanted to say something to his stepson. Neither said anything. Josh left the room, as he always did. A bit dejectedly that time. Clark cursed himself softly for his cowardice. And no one was happy about the situation. For 15 minutes. At which time, Josh knocked softly on "Daddy's" door, re-entered the room, opened his mouth and said, "Daddy, I..." Clark wasn't letting the bus leave without him that time. The man held his arms out to his stepson, who sissy-ran to Clark and flung himself into the man's loving arms. They kissed as if they really meant it that time. Deep and tonguey. Interrupted only by Clark's desperate removal of Josh's pajama top, leaving the boy beautifully nude and rampantly erect. Clark had never made love to a boy, so he acted on instinct. Instinct served him well. Many nights in his lonely bed, Clark had dreamed of Josh's nipples. They were the puffiest, most prominent, boy titties Clark had ever seen. The times Clark had taken Josh to the town swimming pool, he saw the way men looked at Josh's nipples. Clark wanted those puffies and he was going to have them. Clark consumed Josh's right nipple with his mouth and tongue. Making Josh gasp, then whimper with erotic delight. Josh had often dreamed of Daddy sucking his titties. And there it was. Better than the boy had ever imagined it. Josh felt as if he were the last food on earth and Daddy was feeding on him. Ravenously. Josh pressed his body against Clark, rubbing the knob of his tiny, skinned cock against Daddy's hairy chest. Frantic for release of his boy's cream. Yes, Josh knew what boy's cream was. He had been coaxing it out of his baby balls for several months, imagining that Daddy was making love to him. And there it was. Oh dear. Would Daddy mind if Josh spunked all over his chest hairs. It would be quite a mess. Oops. Too late to worry about that. Josh was heaving out his creamy tribute to Daddy. Splattering Daddy with his love. Clark was delighted. He had no idea that Josh was old enough to make boy's cream. And the fact that he produced it with such little "encouragement" boosted Clark's ego -- which occupies up to 90 percent of the male brain. What next? Should Clark feed Josh his cock? Frost his pretty face? Later, maybe. Clark decided to cut to the REALLY good part. He was going to fuck his stepson right in that tight little ass of his. The one he'd been dreaming about for so long. Right after he got a bit more oral with the boy's pootie. Eating Josh out was great fun for them both. Perhaps a bit more for Josh, who blew his pretty guts out for a second...and third time. By the time Josh's bumhole was soaked and open, the boy was begging for Daddy to fuck him. Daddy obliged. Their first fuck presaged future fucks. It was spectacular. Wet. Intense. And prolonged. Clark had natural "plunging" power. Josh had natural "consuming" power. A scorching fuck session was the kickoff to a torrid love affair. Which led to Clark making a huge decision. After two months of furious fucking, Clark popped the question. He got on one knee in front of the naked Josh, produced a 1.5-carat diamond ring, kissed Josh's dripping cock and asked, "Will you marry me, my sweet Darling, and make me the happiest man on earth?" Josh screamed with joy. Then slid the ring into his finger, admired it, smiled at Daddy, then screamed with more joy. Lots of kisses and hugs and shrieks of joy followed. Capped off by THREE (count `em) THREE exquisite fucks. The next day, despite Clark's admonition to keep the engagement secret for a while, Josh showed his engagement ring to every human being at Harvey Milk Elementary School. Including the lunch ladies and the cleaning crew. That night, moments before a SWAT team surrounded their house, Josh and Clark disappeared into their prearranged new identities. And boarded a special Sissy Boy Enterprises fun cruise. The cruise fit their needs perfectly. Men and their sissyboys. Mostly "BYO," but some "cruisers" were matched with boys on the cruise by Sissy Boy Enterprises. Clark had arranged everything they would need to start a new life. Including an on-board wedding. The captain presided. Josh wore a full, white wedding gown with veil, stockings, and two-inch heels. Every man and boy guest on the cruise attended the wedding. And the reception. But not the "honeymoon" in the bride and groom's cabin. After the cruise, the newlyweds settled into an undisclosed house in an undisclosed location using the clever last name of "Smith." And they were living a delightful, monogamous, fuck-filled life. Clark had used his well-backed-up phony documents to get a great job. And he used well-backed-up phony documents to register Josh in the sixth grade at the local junior high school. As this story began, Josh would be starting school in three days. And still didn't have his school supplies or school clothes. It seems Clark and Josh had been fucking instead of shopping. So as Clark left for work that day, against his better judgment, he said, "Sweetie, I guess you and your friend Michael can drive you for your school clothes. I talked to Michael's husband and he'll lend him the car." Josh liked Michael a lot. It would be a great road trip. Two -- Wives' Lives As the only sissyboy wives in the neighborhood, Josh "Smith" and Michael Prickhost were natural friends. Despite their five-year age difference. Unbeknownst to Clark, after he and Michael's husband left for work, Michael spent the morning with Josh. "Spent" in the Victorian novel sense of, "I plunged my prick into his arse and couldn't resist `spending' deeply within him." Michael was 16 -- old for a sissyboy wife. He defied time by shaving his entire body, except for his head, every day. And giving his husband very large doses of erotic entertainment every single day and night. But as Michael aged, his "needs" aged too. Michael was in love with Josh. Josh loved his husband/daddy Clark, but he loved Michael too. Clark fucked Josh. Michael fucked Josh. Every day. Michael especially loved to fuck Josh right after Josh's husband left for work. With the smells of marital cum-making in the bedroom air. And Clark's sperm still swimming in Josh's hot bowels. That morning, Michael slipped into the house (Josh had made him a key) and into his lover's bedroom. Oh my. Josh was wearing that pink nightie. And it was splattered with Josh's hunky hubbie's semen. Michael's already stiff, six-inch Johnson twitched in anticipation. Josh was expecting Michael. But he still looked happily surprised when the older boy appeared in his bedroom doorway. Josh purred with anticipation as he lifted his knees up to his shoulders and spread them apart. Revealing his gaping, cum-drooling pussy. And his exhausted, limp penis and sore, depleted balls. Michael pulled off his shorts, tshirt and sandals and was in bed and into Josh in fifteen seconds. Kissing the young beauty hungrily as he fucked the ass that he dreamed of every night as his husband fucked him. Not that Michael disliked being fucked by Frank, his husband. Michael adored Frank and loved sucking Frank's cock and taking Frank into every one of his boyish orifices. It was just that Michael's tastes had broadened. Michael's number one goal in life was still pleasing Frank. Cooking his meals. Running little errands for Frank, now that he had his driver's license. But above all, pleasing Frank sexually. Frank was sexually voracious. He was 36 years old, having married Michael when the boy was 11 and he was 31. He adored Michael and was proud and pleased that the boy was his wife. Michael was willing to do ANYTHING Frank asked him to do. Anything! How many wives can you say that about. Michael was even willing to act as sissyboyish as he had when they were newlyweds, though at the moment, their love patterns had shifted. Unlike Josh, Michael wasn't really a lingerie sissy. But as Michael got older, Frank was treating him more like a wife and less like a sissyboy wife. Frank brought Michael flowers several days a week. He showered him with little presents of jewelry and even [blush] perfume. Frank asked Michael to have his finger- and toenails "done" in clear polish once a week. And had Frank greet his husband at the door each night wearing a peignoir over a delicate nightie. Frank had also become more open-minded about sissyboy spunk parties. During the first months of their marriage, Frank was fiercely jealous. But that evolved into a grudging, then eager acceptance of attendance at neighborhood and local spunk parties. Sharing his wife with other sweaty, randy men. In exchange for "open access" to the neighborhood's youngest, prettiest boys. It began as a Thursday night diversion, but evolved into three nights a week, plus Sunday afternoons. Since Michael had gotten his driver's license, new social opportunities opened to him as well. The boys and the male teachers at Michael's high school all knew he was married. He wore his wedding ring and two-carat engagement ring everywhere. But the boys and male teachers didn't let that stop them from flirting with the prettiest boy in the school. Michael had had several little "affairs" with his schoolmates. And since he had gained access to the car, he was able to meet some teachers and other men for some energetic motel-room "trysts" as well. All in all, Michael's was a satisfying, stimulating and happy life. Josh knew nothing of Michael's dalliances other than with him. Being with Michael made Josh feel extra good because he was able to witness a successful sissyboy marriage five years down the road. When you're 11, five years seems like eternity. Clark didn't know for sure that Michael was fucking his pretty, young wife, though he strongly suspected it. At first Clark suspected that they were "emptying each other" while Clark and Frank were at work. But the more he thought about it, he was OK with Michael fucking Josh. Clark didn't see Josh, a sissyboy, as a real rival for Josh's precious affections. What Clark knew for sure was that he would like to fuck Michael very much. Michael was older, but he was still an extremely sexy sissyboy. And the way Michael flirted with Clark, even in front of Josh, stirred Clark's testicles. Clark had never "had" a sissyboy other than Josh and he was eager to see what was out there. That morning, Michael pushed his cock in and out of Josh's sweet pussy. The boy's tiny grunts and big squeals lit a fire in Michael's ball sack. Michael could never hold back his spunk for as long as he wanted to when he was with Josh. The boy was a perfect love creation. And his ass was born to please men's cocks. Or older sissyboy's cocks. Josh never erected during their lovely waker-upper of a fuck. But the young beauty spunked anyway. Shuddering with lust as his limp doodle oozed semen. At 16, Michael was nearing the very peak of his spunkability, so he drenched Josh's insides with his boyish love honey. Whew! Who needed a gym when one was on the Sissyboy Aerobics Program? The boys were all sweaty and kissy for a while until Michael took the alpha role. "Your husband wants me to take you for school clothes my little fuck bunny. If we stay in bed all day, he'll spank us both, then fuck my bottom as I'm fucking yours." That didn't sound like much of a threat to Josh. In fact, it seemed like a recipe for a good time. Except for the part where Josh would have to scratch Michael's eyes out for poaching on Josh's husband. The boys roused themselves, took a mutual shower/second fuck, then dressed to go out. They left the sheets as they were, since a very discreet, very expensive maid service came in every day at 2 to change sheets and freshen up. The sights those maids had walked in on! Anyway, the boys dressed for the world, a place Josh had seen little of since he was married. Clark always seemed to have other priorities. The boy looked dazzling in one of his honeymoon outfits -- little lavender short shorts, white baby tee with "Sweetie" in purple spangles, and strappy, purple sandals. That get-up screamed "sissyboy" and showed Michael why the boy needed some new clothes if he wanted to avoid a daily ravaging at his new junior high school. Or by the school-bus driver before he even got to school. Josh's engagement and wedding rings wouldn't hold off the snorting brutes if he dressed like that. Michael's outfit was much more demure. Khaki short-shorts, a pink polo, and red flip flops. It suggested "sissyboy," rather than screamed it. Michael wore his diamond ring and wedding ring proudly, of course. So few of the sissyboys in his high school had been fortunate enough to find a loving husband. The rings didn't always ward off high school suitors, however. And Michael was very glad of that. The boys left the house at 11:03 that morning, out the door and into the sunshine. A cluster of three workmen were fixing the street near where Michael had parked. At first the men looked at the two walking wet dreams in awe. Then one recovered enough to wolf-whistle. Josh's cheeks reddened. He looked at Michael for guidance on how to react. Michael gave the men a sweet smile, opened the car and got in. Josh flashed a shy smile at the men. Which made them whoop and cat-call. "Men!" Michael said to Josh as they drove off. "Yeah, men," Josh giggled. Though he didn't really understand men yet. Or what had just happened. The young boy liked when men paid attention to him. And told him he was pretty. But he didn't enjoy men's boorish behavior. Well, maybe a little bit. If the boors were handsome. And had big cocks. Josh thought about doing something naughty with Michael as they drove. Maybe sucking his cock, the way he used to suck Daddy's cock as Daddy drove Josh to school before they were married. But then he remembered that Michael had only had his driver's license for two weeks. Josh decided that he wanted to keep living. So he sat back with his seatbelt fastened as Michael drove them to the Sweetlad Brothers' young men's clothing store. They parked and preened their way through the parking lot and into the front door. Josh looked in wonder at the magnitude of the store. Since it catered to local sissyboys and their fawning "daddies," Josh began to realize that he and Michael were not alone in town, Moments later, the boys were greeted by a well-dressed, forty-something man who seemed to know Michael. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Prickhost," the man said. "It's lovely to see you again. You've always been here with your husband before. Is Mr. Prickhost well?" Michael gave the man his 10,000-watt smile. "Thank you, Mr. Sweetlad. My husband is well. I have my driver's license now, so I brought you a new customer, Mrs. Smith." Mr. Sweetlad seemed to notice Josh for the first time. His eyes went very wide at the sight of the boy's youthful beauty. "Oh yes. Mrs. Smith. You're very lovely. Very lovely indeed. Thank you, Mrs. Prickhost for bringing such a beautiful person into my store." All that praise could have gone to Josh's head. Instead, it went to his cock. Male attention always stiffened his pricklet. Especially if the attention was from a man as good-looking as Mr. Sweetlad. Michael saw that he'd better get things moving or he and Josh would be taking turns sucking Mr. Sweetlad's cock and no school clothes would be purchased. "May we see some fall school clothing and accessories for both me and Mrs. Smith, Mr. Sweetlad? And please, several tones down from what Mrs. Smith is wearing." Mr. Sweetlad smiled, but didn't mock Josh's "flamboyant" attire. "Quite right, Mrs. Prickhost. You look scrumptious in that ensemble, Mrs. Smith. Your husband is a very lucky man. But when a young boywife attends school, particularly the hormone-rampant junior high school, more `muted' clothing is appropriate." Without waiting for "Mrs. Smith" to agree, Mr. Sweetlad led the pretty wives into the store and turned right. Into a room that could best be described as an "ocean of panties." Mr. Sweetlad smiled at Josh's surprise. Especially after Mr. Sweetlad's little mini-lecture on junior high decorum. "While a boywife wants to project a moderate chastity, Mrs. Smith, he must feel pretty on the inside. It gives a young boywife confidence. Let's start our clothing purchases from the inside out." Josh squealed with sissyboy delight. The boy LOVED panties!! And he had never seen a better collection of the silken pretties. Bikinis, full briefs and g-strings. High-cuts and low-rise and "boy shorts." Thongs and lace panties and seamless panties. Even saucy, French-cut knickers and [blush] crotchless panties. In every color and every fabric. All cut to accommodate a boy's "pretty things." Josh picked out almost 50 pairs. He couldn't possibly buy them all, what with "Daddy" having to pay for them and all, so Michael suggested that Josh try them all on, then select the...say 20 or so...pretty penis covers that made Josh look the sexiest. Mr. Sweetlad thought that was a great idea and said that they had changing rooms just for that purpose. Michael seconded Mr. Sweetlad's motion and before Josh could raise an objection to the difficulty of trying on 50 pairs of panties in a dressing room that would surely be the size of a closet, the trio went down the hall and turned left. Josh gaped in wonder at the size and splendor of the changing room. There were couches and chairs and lots of horizontal spaces to display and sort panties. Mr. Sweetlad, who was carrying the 47 pairs of man teasers, went to work immediately, laying them all out so that his customer could select which he would slide onto those delicate, delicious privates, Josh looked around for a screen or something where he could stand behind when he was between panties and naked. No such screen. Michael stepped in and said, "It's OK, Josh. Go ahead and change out in the open here. Mr. Sweetlad has seen many boy's "pretty things" before, though none as beautiful as yours, I'm sure. Just try on the panties one by one and Mr. Sweetlad will sort them into `yes' and `no' piles. You can check yourself out in that huge mirror on that wall. Take your time." Josh was trembling a bit. He hadn't been naked in front of a man before. Except for "Daddy," of course. Even wearing just panties was a sight reserved for his husband. But Mr. Sweetlad was very nice. And very handsome. And Michael said it was all right. Josh selected a light purple, cheeky, fishnet-lace-trim, very brief panty for his first try-on. He was blushing hotly as he pulled down his shorts and the current coverers of boy heaven. His blushes were scorching when Michael said, "We can't get the full effect if you're wearing a top, Sweetie. Let's make it just you and the panties, OK?" Oh my. Josh pulled off his shirt and kicked off his sandals, standing briefly naked until he could wriggle into the purple teasers. Someone gasped. Oh. It was Mr. Sweetlad. Josh smiled ever so slightly. It was fun to be a cockteaser. Then Josh took his time looking into the mirror. Posing. Checking out how his pretty bottom looked in the panties. "Daddy" would love that pair. He couldn't wait to show his husband. If Mr. Sweetlad's reaction were any indicator, Josh would get little sleep the night he wore those panties for his husband. There were other indicators affirming Josh's analysis of his loveliness in panties. The eight men who had paid handsomely to sit in the room on the other side of the one-way mirror had already decided that they had gotten their money's worth. By the time Josh tried on the tenth pair of panties (a baby-blue, ruffled thong) six had spunked and the other two were on the verge. Mr. Sweetlad wished he could have allowed himself to spunk, but that may have been too much for the innocent beauty who was making him a fortune that day. The 27 panties that Josh had worn but were not selected would fetch a pretty penny from ne who enjoyed such things. As would the two-hour DVD of Josh trying on a delightful array of sissy couture. By panty 47, Josh was in such a "state," that he could hardly fit the panties over his swollen little pricklet. Michael and Mr. Sweetlad were in similar states. Michael proposed an agenda item. "It's 2:16, Josh. I think we'll have to go get the rest of your school clothes now. That should be a lot easier. But it appears that we've made poor Mr. Sweetlad miss his lunch. Shouldn't we feed him before we move on?" Josh looked puzzled. Feed Mr. Sweetlad? But Josh hadn't brought any food. [pause] [pause] Oh. "You mean...? But, Michael. My husband. Our vows." Michael smiled. "Did your vows say anything about sex with only your husband?" Josh thought about that. He had promised to love, honor and obey. But the part about forsaking all others had been omitted from the standard sissyboy wedding ceremony handbook. Michael responded. "I thought not. Plus, you've already `been with' me, haven't you?" Somehow Josh thought that was different. He said so. "But Mr. Sweetlad is such a nice man. He only wants to suck your cock and drink your boy's cream. It's the least you can do to reward his patience. Think of it as a tip. And don't worry. You won't have to suck his cock. I'll take care of that while he's sucking yours." In Josh's urgent "state," that all sounded very good to the young lovely. So offer accepted. Though Josh was still a bit "iffy" about being a witness to Michael cheating on Frank. Michael stripped to a luscious nude. Josh pulled off panties #47 and watched as Mr. Sweetlad dropped his pants, revealing a very nice, ridiculously stiff and needy cock. Mr. Sweetlad sat and Michael knelt between the man's knees. Slowly, erotically paying full, oral tribute to the man's proudest possession. Josh found a standing place where Mr. Sweetlad could consume Josh's needy tickler as Michael gave Mr. Sweetlad a taste of paradise. Josh's last rational thought before Mr. Sweetlad swallowed his boy's things and began to tongue them all at once was, "Josh and Mr. Prickhost have been married for five years. `Cheating' works for them. Maybe `cheating' is the best thing for me and my husband." At that moment, all command functions were transferred to Josh's penis. His only thoughts were of the pleasure the skilled fellator, Mr. Sweetlad, was giving him and the best methodologies for achieving his own orgasm. When Mr. Sweetlad entered Josh's anus with his finger, found Josh's boy's place and rubbed as he licked and sucked, all further thought was suspended. Three -- Expanding the circle An hour later, Mr. Sweetlad was ringing up the bill for 20 pairs of panties, four pairs of khaki short-shorts, five pairs of khaki long pants, six short-sleeve polos, five long-sleeve polos, a dozen pairs of brightly-colored socks, two pairs of penny loafers and one pair of boat shoes. The proprietor thanked the pretty boys. For everything. Then went off to count the money he had earned that day. With a nice blowjob and a bellyful of sweet boy cum as a topper. The boys stopped for a late lunch of burgers and fries, then drove home. Josh thought about asking Michael where he had disappeared to for 20 minutes as Josh and Mr. Sweetlad picked out preppy duds. But we all need some privacy. Maybe Michael was having a little "fun" with some of the other male employees in the store. Josh was surprised that Michael was checking the time a bit more than normal until they arrived home and he said, "It's 4:14. Your husband won't be home for at least an hour and 15 minutes. Why don't we just take all this stuff in, leave it in the bags and fuck. I know I need one, how about you?" Michael was so direct. And he needed Josh so badly. How could Josh refuse such a bold, welcome proposal? Ten minutes later, the boys were naked and sweating on top of the bed in the guest room. Josh worried that "Daddy" would smell the cum when he got home, but Josh could just say he was tossing himself off dreaming of modeling his new panties for his husband. Lying to Daddy. Not good. But he didn't want to hurt Daddy's feelings. Or make him jealous of Michael. Michael usually liked to fuck Josh in the missionary position -- better kissing. Deeper penetration, though a bit tricky for newbies. That day, however, Michael had Josh on his stomach, slathering Spermbutt into the boy's bottomhole with an urgency born from lust. Josh was on his tummy, with his eyes closed, waiting for the welcome invader. Which wasn't coming. Huh? That was unusual. Michael was putting Spermbutt on his fingers and greasing up his own pussy with it. But why? As he always did, Josh stopped thinking when Michael's welcome intruder slid into Josh's love furnace. So good. The pressure on his prostate, the rubbing. The weight of his lover pressing onto Josh's back. Wait. Had Josh gained weight? It felt as if the 16-year-old was crushing the 11-year-old. Oh. It felt good, though. And Michael's enthusiasm for the fuck seemed to increase markedly. But something wasn't right. Josh opened his eyes and looked back. HORROR!!!!!!!!!!! Josh's husband was fucking Michael's bottom as Michael was fucking Josh's!!! Michael was enjoying the deep, ultimate pleasure of being both the fucker and fuckee -- an experience that was as new to him as seeing Clark Smith fucking someone else was to Josh. That must have been where Michael was during the lost 20 minutes. Calling Josh's husband. Ratting Josh out for letting Mr. Sweetlad swallow his boy's cream. Setting up this horrid, sordid, extramarital three-way. Betrayed by the two people in the world whom Josh loved best. Could Josh ever forgive them? Well... It still felt awfully nice. And Josh had to admit that the idea of being loved by both of his lovers at once had a certain erotic appeal. Even better, it sort of said to Josh that he was free to "seek his fortune" with other men whenever Daddy wasn't around. Or maybe even when he was -- at one of those sissyboy spunk party things he had heard about. Josh thought that he could even "cuddle up" to Frank Prickhost if he wanted. A naughty notion that Josh had often entertained. Josh considered the possibilities. Then he surrendered to a magnificent orgasm that triggered one in Michael, then Daddy. Life as a sissyboy wife was good. 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