Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2020 15:38:34 -0400 From: Lacy Lips Subject: She takes Charge 3 She takes Charge 3 ©Lacylips@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male teens. The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. _______________ The short slip of satin material and panties became my regular nighttime garb. Since Gwen had removed all of my normal undershorts panties of various designs took over as everyday wear. Our sex life was going really well although my cock got little attention or service as my mouth and tongue had become Gwens sex toys. I felt a bit odd at work walking or even sitting at my desk knowing what silky treasures lay just behind my fly. I could close the door and have a few minutes to stroke one out as they say. Had to keep it neat though. Dried cum on the floor or the edge of my desk would not go over well so when I had forgotten tissues I would cum in my hand and just lap it all up when I was done. Heck I was already under orders to eat my cum from Gwens face or tits or even her ass whenever I jerked off on her. Girls have to do it therefore so do you, I was told. After dinner and some tv I was instructed to clean up and get ready for bed. That meant to shower, shave all hair, powder my body and slip into whatever panties she had laid out for me as well as the sissy slut nightgown. When I went in the shower nothing was on the counter. When I came out I saw satin panties with lace and bows and a small shopping bag, No nightgown. "Wait for me baby. I'll be right in." Gwen entered wearing a white satin nighty with black lace sides and matching panties. Damn she looked hot. "Sit" she said. "And open your little present." Handing me the bag I worked thru the tissue which surrounded my gift. First I pulled out a pair of stockings. They were white and the thigh high type with lace stay up bands. "That's enough. You need to put those on before checking into the rest of your present. I had no idea of how to put on hose so my wife walked me thru the process and in no time their gripping silken goodness was enclosing my calves and thighs. They came up almost to my balls and my fresh shaved legs felt amazing being clad in them. Jeez. I was getting so femmed up about it. "Stand up babe. Reach in the bag for the other item." I did. My fingers discovered something of lacy strappy construction in the sack and withdrawing my hand revealed a white lacy underwire bra. She had no bra on under her gown so I figured I was supposed to help her into it. Holding it out for her she informs me."It's your size honey. You wasn't to see sexy, you have to wear sexy. It is time you felt what it is like to be strapped into a push up bra all day. Now put your arms out!" I was not wearing a bra and I told her that. "Do you want some pussy? How about my tits. You want to suck them? Then we put you in a bra and you accept it my little bitch." My arms went out into the straps she held aloft and she circled around behind bringing the garment to my chest and giving the band a good tug before hooking things together in back. Gwen playfully gave it a bit of a snap before being sure that the shoulder straps were perfectly in place and moving the front parts from behind me until the wires were exactly where they belonged to give my pecs a push. She turned me around and I was looking right into the floor mirror at my hair free male body draped in panties, stockings and a bra. I did not hate the look. I should have I guess. Strangely the tension of the band around my chest plus the lacy straps tugging at my shoulders produced a feeling of comfort, like a tight hug. It was not terrible and I really wanted to dive into my wifes sweet cunt and maybe jerk off on her so this was the price to pay. Still agog at the new me image in the mirror Gwen said she was going to bed and i should come in in a minute after she was settled. I was good with that so I gave her a few moments. I approached the bed and she was on her side facing away from me. Her body draped in the shiny white gown was extremely exciting. I cuddled up behind her hoping to get a bit of rubbing-my-pantied-cock action going on her gorgeous bottom. Starting to hold her she told me to hang on. "I need something from my husband lesbian lover babe." Gwen started to roll towards me an onto her back. Stunned to see her gown up like a satin tent in the front as she lay there I can't take my eyes off of her. "What i need darling is for you to Suck My Cock! Yes I need you to suck your wife's big dick. Wrap your sissy lips around my new tool and you better make it sloppy. The wetter you get it the easier it will be when I fuck your face until I am satisfied." Holy crap! I had never sucked a cock real or otherwise but there it stood. 7 or 8 inches long and thick as a silver dollar with a big molded bag of balls at the base, all held to her groin with a harness. "Stop staring and start sucking, slut. If it gets you too excited and you need to cum you will squirt that load on my cock. Got it?" "Yes, Mistress" Then I was given step by step instructions. "Start at the tip dear. Kiss it. Again. Again. Now wet it good with your tongue. Round and round and round. More spit bitch. You are dressed like a girl but you need to suck like a fag as I hear they are much better at giving head than us ladies." Her hand came atop my head with the first two inches or so between my lips and just past my teeth. "More! Take it deeper! That's it. Ease it in there cock sucker. Nod if you like my big dick." I did and she pushed me lower. "You don't need to get it in your throat tonight lover but you will learn to do that with enough practice. Bob up and down. Faster. More spit!" I was spewing gobs of mucus all over the thick shaft and a huge accumulation of salivary slop was building up at the base. Gwen made sure that she ground all of that into my face each time I approached the bottom of the rubber wonder that filled my mouth. "Do my tits slut. Both hands. You suck with your mouth and feel my tits with your hands. Got it?" I got it. I did it. The longer I was at it the more difficult it got to decide what I liked better, feeling Gwen's beautiful firm breasts or getting my mouth fucked with a plastic phallus. She was writhing furiously from whatever I was doing on either end. I found out later that inside the harness was a knob stub that was inside her and against her clit as I sucked. My actions worked to get her off. As vigorous as i was going at it my wife asked if I was going to cum in my panties. I pulled off the cock long enough to say I was close to it. With the big silicone wand back in my mouth she reminded me about where I was supposed to put my load if I came. I jerked away, thrust my hips forward while pushing the panties under my swollen nuts, and launched some massive streams of sticky steamy spooge along the length of her cock and adding more glop to the accumulation at the base. Gazing at that was like looking at an area hit by a sperm hurricane and I know that I was supposed to be like FEMA and perform the clean up mission before leaving the area. So much fucking cum. Clumpy gobs and slimy streams all were vacuumed away via her repeated demands to get that shit off of her and make it sparkle. Sleep soon overtook us both after me putting my still hard dick back in my panties and Gwen removed the harness and put her big cock away. If felt different going to sleep while wearing a bra but I fond myself feeling myself up and pinching my nipples thru the sheer cup fabric often. Was not sure how long i actually slept before Gwen cuddled up to me and asked if I could handle some more. AT this point I was game for anything. Gwen snatched away the sheets and straddled my belly. Her hands were soon very busy playing with my chest in the bra. "How does that feel baby. Does my sissy lover like his wifey to massage his tits. Do they feel good in the bra?" She pinched my nipples with both hands and gave a twist causing a pang of pain and pleasure all at once. They were very hard and surprisingly extended. Her hand dropped to her side and in a moment I was staring at the big rubber dick again. Wagging it in front of my face she had questions. "Did you like my cock? How did that feel stuffing your pretty mouth? Answer me!" "Yes I like it. There I said it." "Good because here it comes again." then she shoved it between my lips and demand that I suck her cock some more. It was a little rough. My wife really wanted me to understand how girls felt when guys demanded a deep throat performance. Gagging and spewing fountains of mucus I got the idea real good. I wasn't gay. I was a man. So what, I liked wearing panties. Even caving in to her demands that I now dress in stockings, panties and a bra around the house full time did not make me queer, did it? Just a loving husband catering to his wife's demands. Well a kind of sissified, crossdressed, lesbian lover sissy husband but who cared. I felt so good. Would Gwen demand more of Jack or of Jacquie? Comments? lacylips@gmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty. I know that you enjoy it as much as I do. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html