Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2020 16:39:54 +0000
From: Jak Ladd <JAKLADD@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Harmless Favor

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Transgender Stories / Mind Control

A Harmless Favor
by Sissy Jon

A story of forced feminization ......

It began as a harmless favor; I had no idea that it would change all of
our lives.

My wife's college roommate and her husband had moved into our community
and were soon dominating our social life. We were just three years out of
college, but both couples had done quite well - so well that we had
bought a nice suburban home in the southwestern city last year and Jim
and Marjory bought their home in our neighborhood six months ago. Each
was relatively secluded with a fence-enclosed rear yard; each had a
beautiful swimming pool.

My wife, Susie, and I got married in our senior year and Marjory was her
maid-of-honor. Marjory met Jim shortly after graduation and the first
time we met him was at their wedding six months later.

Susie and Marjory were really not that similar but were nonetheless close
friends. Susie was strikingly beautiful - slender with modest breasts.
Marjory was attractive but a little shorter and with large breasts. Susie
was quiet and studious; Marjory was over-flowing with personality and
boisterous. The friendship came from Marjory's dominance and charisma. I
love my wife, but it is clear that she is dominated by Marjory.
Nonetheless, I like Marjory very much.

I was only getting to know Jim, who was slightly taller than me and more
rugged looking as well. Not more handsome than me, I've been told; my
features have been described as soft and delicate. Like my wife, I am
more the studious type and make my living behind a desk. Jim is a
salesman and out of the office a lot, although not out of town. It was
clear with both marriages that the wife had the dominant role. Both Jim
and I deferred to our wife's wishes, and my wife pretty much deferred to
Marjory's wishes. Jim and I hadn't established a pecking order since we
were always accompanied by our wives when together.

The four of us regularly got together at one or the other's house on the
weekends; almost always around the pool and almost always eventually
inebriated. The night of the harmless favor was no different.

The girls had spent time inside while Jim and I were at the pool quietly
enjoying a drink and listening to music. Marjory poked her head out the
door and asked (commanded?) us to come inside.

"Go into the living room; Susie and I have a favor to ask."

As we entered the living room, Marjory directed us to sit together on the
couch. Susie followed Marjory in and they sat in the two arm chairs
across from us. It was quickly apparent that they were much more
intoxicated than us.

Susie spoke first. "Marjory and I were talking about how unfair life is."

"Yes, men get all the benefits and we women are expected to make do with
the left-overs," added Marjory. "It seems like the world is organized for
men's pleasure."

Here we go again, I thought. A women's lib lecture. I looked at Jim and
rolled my eyes slightly to let him know I knew what was coming. But I was
wrong.

"For instance," now it was Susie's turn. "you can't surf porn without
encountering lesbian scenes; and not just raw sex, but tender kissing,
real intimacy. It's as if there is some magic sexual stimulant for men in
seeing women kiss."

"Susie and I were discussing this and realized that those scenes do
nothing for us." Marjory looked at Susie before saying, "maybe because we
know what the real thing is like."

I knew the two wives were close, but I never suspected they were that
close.

"Yes, Marjory and I experimented some in college. That was before I met
you, Jon." Susie reassured me.

There was an awkward silence in the room. Neither Jim nor I had said
anything, and neither of us seemed anxious to respond now.

"We'll let that sink in a little," said Marjory. "What Susie didn't say,
Jon, is that she broke it off when she met you. So, I've always
considered you a very lucky man."

"Well, from the day I met Susie, I've considered myself very lucky. But,
honey, you never said anything about this."

"I didn't consider it particularly important to our relationship, Jon.
And it really isn't; what is past is past. The only reason we bring it up
now is because of the favor."

"Wait a minute. Did you know about this, Jim? Am I the only one who's
been in the dark?"

"Yes, I knew about it, Jon. And I've always been OK with it. To tell you
the truth, I was actually worried that I would be a rebound mate for
Marjory. I guess I can eliminate that possibility."

Marjory smiled at Jim. "Oh darling. Of course you can. You know you're
the love of my life," as she leaned over and kissed Jim deeply.

"And you're the love of my life, Jon. Marjory and I remain very close,
but you are my husband and I want nothing to affect that." Susie leaned
in and kissed me deeply.

"Well then, we got that out of the way," said Marjory. "I can tell by the
look on Jon's face that he's more than just OK with it. Am I right, Jon?"

"I love Susie and I want nothing to come between us."

"Good. Let's get back to the favor. As we were saying, it seems unfair
that men have such easy access to viewing lesbians in, shall we say,
intimate situations. We women are virtually deprived of such pleasure."

'What do you mean by that?" Jim chimed in.

"What we mean by that," answered Susie, "is that neither of us have ever
seen two men kiss. We don't even know how we would respond if we did."

"I'm sure, with enough effort, you could find something on the net to
satisfy your curiosity. Have you looked?"

"Not really," responded Marjory. "But that's the point. We really haven't
looked for kissing lesbians either, but couldn't help but find them
everywhere. If two women kissing is so exciting to men, why wouldn't two
men kissing be just as exciting to women?"

"So, the favor is that you want us to help you find gay porn on the
internet? I don't know about Jim, but I'm not an expert on that topic."

"Somehow, I suspected that," responded Susie.

"What exactly then is the favor?" asked Jim.

Marjory looked at Susie before answering. "We want you two to kiss."

"You're kidding." I nearly choked on my drink. "They're kidding, right
Jim?"

"No, we're not kidding." Marjory said forcefully. "What's the big deal?
I'm sure guys kiss all the time; we just never see it. Not even in real
movies."

"We're not asking you two to fall in love." said Susie. "We just want to
see how we respond to seeing two guys kissing. Please, Jon. It doesn't
have to mean anything; just a physical act. Just as if you were acting
with Jim. Just consider Marjory and I the directors. Please guys."

"Wow, you two really are serious," responded Jim. "Why this sudden
interest in seeing two guys kiss? You've never said anything about this
before now, Marjory."

"Well, we were talking and basking in the fact that we have two of the
most attractive husbands who look great together. And then we began to
fantasize about what if you two had a relationship the way Susie and I
did. And, honestly, we didn't know how to feel about that since we
realized that neither of us have ever witnessed a gay relationship."

"Don't misunderstand," added Susie, "we're not trying to start a gay
relationship. We just feel deprived in that it is so foreign to both of
us. Unlike you two, we can't even fantasize about the two of you
together. It's just a kiss. Really, what's the big deal?"

"Don't you find Jon attractive, Jim?" asked Marjory. "Would it be so bad
to kiss your friend?"

"It's not that," responded Jim. "It's just that I've never kissed a guy
before."

"Well, I haven't either," I quickly added.

"You can't say that Jim isn't attractive, can you?" asked Susie.

"No, I can't," I responded.

"And Jim, if Jon kisses you the way he kisses me, you're in for a treat."

"Wait a minute, nobody kisses better than Jim." assured Marjory.

"I thought you said I was the best kisser," retorted Susie. "Oops, I
guess I shouldn't have said that."

Silence filled the room for several minutes. Both Susie and Marjory
looked at the floor while Jim and I briefly looked at each other and then
our wives. Jim was the first to speak.

"I see. Maybe you two have been sneaking a little on the side?"

"Nothing like that, honey." answered Marjory. "But we do kiss on
occasion; after all, we are still close friends and there's nothing wrong
with kissing a friend. Is there Susie?"

"Nothing at all wrong with that. And you two are friends, aren't you?"

It was my turn. "Yes we are friends, and there's nothing wrong with
friends kissing. Although men don't normally do it."

"Well maybe they should." asserted Marjory. "Maybe you two should."

It was Jim who offered the bargain. "Maybe we would be more willing if we
saw you two kiss first."

"Are you offering a deal, honey? Will you and Jon kiss if Susie and I
kiss first?"

Jim didn't reply. I didn't either. It was now our turn to look at the
floor.

"Jim made the offer," said Susie. "Will you go along with it, Jon?"

"I don't know." I looked at Jim. He looked back at me. "I guess so if he
agrees."

"Now, we're not talking about a little peck," said Marjory as she was
taking control. "If we do this, then you two have to copy our kiss, and
for the same length and with the same intensity. Susie, are you good with
this."

"Yes, of course. But knowing men, they might get too excited watching us
and want to join in. Everybody must agree that this is just for
demonstration purposes. OK?"

"Jim, do you agree to kiss Jon?" asked Marjory. "And to make it a real
kiss?"

Jim looked at me. "This is weird. But I guess it can't do any harm and
might make them happy. Besides, we get to see our wives kiss. Should we
shake on it?"

"God, know." interjected Marjory. 'You'll spoil the whole image. I don't
think guys typically shake hands before they kiss. I think that's the
whole point of the kiss."

"So its agreed? We'll end the night with hugs and kisses," added Susie.
"Should we begin, Marjory?"

Marjory stood up and took Susie's hand as she raised from the chair. They
stood face to face briefly before Marjory turned to look at the husbands.
"Watch carefully," she said to both, and then took a step closer to Susie
before smiling briefly, and leaned in.

It was clear that they had done this before, and done it recently. There
was no fumbling, no awkwardness. Just an awareness of their desires.
Their lips met momentarily and were the only parts of their body
touching. Touching ever so lightly; touching not in hesitation but in
preparation. Marjory then brought both her hands up to Suzie's face and
gently pulled her closer and intensified the kiss. Susie was at first
passive, allowing herself to be completely dominated by Marjory. This was
a representation of their relationship in a nutshell. Susie was willing
to allow Marjory full control of the situation and Marjory was responding
to her willingness.

Soon Susie could refrain no longer and brought her arms around Marjory.
The kiss had progressed well beyond friendship into the highly erotic;
tongues were exploring mouths and lips were sucking lips. Forceful
coupling was taking place as if Jim and I were not there.

I looked at Jim and saw that he was focused entirely on our wives'
actions. There was no question that it was erotic. Two attractive women
embracing with such passion. It was clear that they shared a love and
were happy to expose their husbands to it.

I was pulled back to reality as I realized that the longer they went on,
the longer Jim and I would have to as well. I coughed to break the spell,
although I think Susie was reluctant.

Marjory spoke first. "Well, I have to say it's a tie."

"What's a tie?, I asked.

"Your wife and Jim in the kissing contest. You're in for a treat, Jon."

Susie looked at me. "Honey, see we are just friends but enjoy kissing. No
harm done. Kissing is fun. Now it's your turn."

Susie reached over and took my hand and then spoke to Marjory. "They
should be standing up, don't you think?"

"Most definitely. They agreed to copy us and we were standing up. So come
here, Jim."

Both Jim and I timidly rose, not knowing what to do. "Remember, Susie and
I are the directors and good actors explicitly follow the director's
orders."

I stood there in front of Jim, my eyes meeting his nose. Either he was
going to have to bend down slightly or I was going to have to stretch up
to make this happen. I don't think either of us wanted to take the
initiative and so we just stood there fearful.

"Jon, you tilt your head up slightly; make it easy for Jim. Now, close
your eyes," directed Marjory. Susie was behind me and whispered in my ear
"It'll be fine, honey. Just pretend it's me."

"Jim, lean down and initiate the kiss and let's see how Jon responds,"
directed Marjory.

I felt Jim's lips on mine and both of us hesitated. We were touching
lips, and I guess technically kissing, but there was little
acknowledgment. We held that position for several seconds, neither one of
us wanting to take it any further.

Now Susie spoke "OK, boys. Enough introductions. It's time to explore the
experience."

I felt like it was her encouragement that compelled me to push back
against Jim and force myself on his mouth. He responded in kind. We were
now definitely kissing, although both mouths were closed and we weren't
touching elsewhere. I wanted to show him I was a good kisser; I wanted to
impress him with my lips.

His lips were soft and full, and he was gently pressing back against me.
I tried to meet his intensity and suddenly we were body-to-body.
Suddenly, our mouths opened and tongues began to touch, and then dance.
My God, he was a good kisser. He was in control but I gladly succumbed to
his talents. I raised an arm and placed my hand on his cheek and held it
there. It was an erotic act, and it was meant to be an erotic act. I
liked the feel of his day-old beard. My other hand went to his arm and
gently stoked; I liked the feel of his hair. He grabbed my waist and
pulled him closer. Suddenly I had to adjust my stance for fear he would
feel my erection. I was overwhelmed by both shame and desire as confusion
mounted in not understanding my response. But I wanted to turn Jim on.

"That's it Jon," said Marjory. "Respond to Jim the way I do; he is
irresistible. Let yourself go and enjoy his kiss."

Susie was completely absorbed by the scene. Marjory stepped over and took
her hand. "I never imagined it could be such a turn-on. My God, they're
beautiful."

"And it seems so natural," whispered Susie. "Like they have been waiting
their whole lives for this."

Jim had now wrapped both arms around me and had pulled me tight to his
body. And I felt him. I felt his erection, which was sideways in his
shorts, but it felt big, very big. I tried to conceal my erection but, at
the same time, I wanted to feel his. Knowing that I had created such
ardor in Jim made me want to kiss him more. He liked it as much as me. He
wanted me as much as I wanted him. He was breathing hard and running his
hands all over my back and side. And then he gently brought his hands to
my face and broke the kiss. Did he feel my erection and realize that I
had lost control? Was he rejecting me because I enjoyed it too much? Or
had he just had enough and figured the deal had been completed.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He still had his hands on my face
and looked down with a smile. Then a slight kiss on the lips before he
took a step back. I just stood there, clearly wanting more. Marjory broke
the spell.

"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it boys?"

Neither of us spoke. I suddenly felt embarrassed that I had displayed
such wanton passion for Jim in front of our wives. I felt confused that I
had lost all self control with another male. I had never even considered
experimenting, much less desiring to kiss another male. Yet, here I had
clearly expressed my pleasure in doing so.

Jim answered for both of us. "It wasn't so bad. I'm not sure I would make
the same deal again, though."

"All I can say," added Susie, "is that maybe we can entice you on our
side of the bargain. I think you two make wonderful friends. Now I guess
we should go home and leave these two love-birds to themselves, don't you
agree, Jon?"

"Yes, dear."

We spoke little during the six block ride home. When we got inside, Susie
said that she was going to bed and hoped I would follow.

When we got upstairs, she turned to me and said "That was the hottest
thing I have ever seen, honey. I'm so glad you agreed to do it. I hope
you enjoyed it. You sure seemed to."

"I'll agree with Jim. It wasn't as bad as I expected."

"Is he really a good kisser?"

"Not nearly as good as you, sweetheart," I lied.

As she stepped close, she said "Good, because Marjory is not as good as
you. So that makes us the best!"

We kissed deeply and then struggled to get out of our clothes and on the
bed. My erection had never completely declined and I was immediately in
her. Several quick pumps and I was done.

"Wow, that was pretty quick," Susie observed. "I don't think you've ever
been that fast."

"I'm sorry. I guess I lost control. I'll make it up to you later."

"That's alright. Let's get some sleep and talk in the morning."

* * * * *

Susie was up first and fixed the coffee and brought me a cup. As I sat up
to drink it, she sat on the edge of the bed.

"You really liked last night, didn't you?"

"I always like making love to you; I'm just sorry I couldn't last
longer."

"No, that's not what I meant, Jon. I mean, you really liked kissing Jim,
didn't you?" That's why you couldn't last any longer. You were too turned
on by Jim."

I looked at her in shock, and then I felt my face grow red with shame.

I protested. "No I don't think that was it; I think it was you and
Marjory kissing that got me so excited. It really was beautiful."

"Oh, so you think that was it. Well, you and Jim kissing was one of the
most beautiful things I've ever seen. Yet, it didn't turn me on to the
point that I couldn't control my orgasm. No, I think you really liked
kissing Jim but are too embarrassed to admit it. Honey, it's alright. If
you really did enjoy it that much, you shouldn't be ashamed to admit it.
And I'm not going to discourage you from enjoying it in the future."

I said nothing - afraid to lie but afraid to admit the truth. In fact, I
had thought of Jim while I was making love to Susie. And had actually
worried how he would respond if I came that quickly with him. I was so
confused because all of this was absolutely new to me; I had never
fantasized about being with a guy but yet here I was obsessing over
having kissed one.

"You don't have to say anything, sweetie. I know you're conflicted and
that's OK. I just want you to know that however you feel, I'll support
you and understand. "Oh, by the way, I spoke with Marjory earlier and
invited them over for an early dinner and swim. I hope you don't mind."

"No, of course I don't mind. But I have some work I need to get done.
What time did you say?"

"4:00. Is that enough time? I can call her back and make it later."

"No, 4:00 should be fine."

How I could concentrate on actual work when I was already stressing over
being with Jim so soon after our kiss. Could I - should I - act as if
nothing had happened? Or should I show him that I wanted to continue the
kiss, that I wanted to tilt my head up to him and have him take me in his
arms and kiss me deeply?

These were my thoughts throughout the morning and afternoon. As 4:00
approached, Susie reminded me and then informed me that bathing suits
were the dress code. I quickly changed and put on a light shirt and then
headed to the bar area to make up a batch of Margaritas.

Promptly at 4:00 Marjory and Jim arrived at our front door. Susie
answered with me behind her. The two women greeted with a deep kiss. Jim
and I looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing whether to ignore our
wives and just shake hands, or wait for directions. I motioned Jim to
just come on in, and he began to step around the two women. Marjory broke
off the kiss as soon as she realized what was happening.

"Is that anyway for two close friends to greet each other? You saw how
Susie and I did it; don't you think you two should likewise greet each
other? I mean, after last night, there should be no hesitation."

That's right," added Susie. "I know Jon enjoyed the experience more than
he let on. So, Jim, you shouldn't be shy."

All three looked at me as I blushed bright red. I couldn't return the
gaze.

"I think Jim enjoyed it also," said Marjory. "Now you two get on with it
so we can get to those Margaritas."

I looked up at Jim and he took a step forward. My heart was beating out
of my chest as I awaited his first move. He put a hand on my shoulder and
said "It's good to see you, Jon."

I looked up at him, tilted my head slightly and felt his hand move to my
cheek. "It's good to see you, Jim."

He then leaned down and our lips touched. It felt like an electric spark
shot from his mouth to my groin. Before we were fully engaged, I was
fully erect. He pulled me to him, and I no longer cared if he felt my
erection; in fact, I wanted him to feel it, to realize how he affected
me, that he caused me to get hard. I wanted to be big and hard for him.

Our kiss was a complete continuation of last night's. It was as if we
were both experienced now, that we knew each other, and that there was no
doubt about what was happening. We were kissing as if we were in love, or
as if we wanted to make love, to seduce the other person. And I could
feel is penis engorging on my hip.

The wives stood there in silence, again just watching their husbands kiss
passionately. But then, Jim broke it off. I looked up at him in
disappointment. "I'm pretty thirsty. How about you Jon?"

"Yes, yes. What was I thinking? Let me get us all a cold Margarita."

"That would be nice." said Marjory.

"I'll help," volunteered Susie. "You two go on out by the pool and we'll
bring out the goodies."

When we were alone in the kitchen, Susie said, "Wow, Jon, that was
incredible. You were really into it. I think Jim was also. But, please
try to control yourself - he's your friend, not your lover. In any event,
please adjust your trunks - your hard-on is showing."

I blushed as I reached in and re-arranged my penis. She came over to hug
me and kissed me on the cheek. "I think it's really wonderful that you
can express your friendship that way. I take it you don't disapprove of
Marjory and I doing likewise?

"Ah, no, I guess not."

When we arrived at the pool with the drinks and hor d'oeuvres, Jim and
Marjory were already in the pool. While they had arrived in shorts and
shirt, they were now both in skimpy suits. Marjory normally wore a one
piece that held her breasts pretty much in check; today she was in a
bikini that provided little cover and less support. Jim usually wore
board shorts but today he was in a speedo. And they both looked great.

I looked at Susie and then took off my shirt to join them in the pool.
Susie took off her top and long skirt - and she too was wearing a skimpy
bikini. I felt over-dressed!

After a cooling swim and some conversation we retired to the shade and
the refreshments. I commented on how great they all looked and that I
felt out of place.

"Well, as long as we are all sitting at the table, no one will notice,
Jon." offered Marjory. "Let's just enjoy these drinks and talk about
life. Actually, talking about life may require another Margarita. How
much did you make, Jon?"

"Enough to satisfy our biggest thirst. I'll get the pitcher."

When I returned, all three glasses were empty. Marjory and Susie had
moved closer together; and my seat had become relatively closer to Jim. I
smiled at him as I sat down and refilled the glasses."

"I do like your trunks, though." said Jim. "I just decided to wear this
speedo to keep Marjory from feeling self-conscious. I hope you don't
mind."

"No, not at all. Actually, they look very nice on you." Our eyes met and
held the look until we were interrupted by Marjory.

"You make killer Margaritas, Jon. But I guess I've told you that before.
Do I detect an extra shot of tequila in this batch? I'm beginning to feel
it already."

"Just a little extra to calm the nerves, Marjory."

"Honey, why should your nerves need calming?" inquired Susie. "We are
among our best friends who we can share everything with. There's
absolutely no reason for you to be nervous."

Susie had this way of shaming me at the same time she was reassuring me.
I normally over-looked the shaming part, but not this time. I was ashamed
of the way I felt about Jim, and there was no amount of reassurance that
could sooth that. But I guess it was obvious to all the way I felt about
him. If there was any doubt, it was eliminated with the kiss at the door.
And then the look we gave each other just moments ago.

"I guess you're right," I quietly replied, and finished my second
Margarita.

We continued to talk about various things as the sun began to set and the
pool lights came on. We had all had at least three drinks and were
laughing and having innocent fun. I wasn't even obsessing over Jim. And
then Marjory suggested we all go back into the pool, but with a
condition.

"I feel bad for Jon, that he's in such a modest swim suit while the rest
of us are displaying most of our talents. Do you have a speedo, Jon?"

"I wish I did, but no, I do not."

"Well, it's just not fair. I suggest that in order to level the playing
field, we should just dispose of our suits and skinny dip."

"That sounds like a marvelous idea," agreed Susie. "How exciting. What do
you two boys say?"

"I'm OK with it," responded Jim.

That left me. Presumably the whole arrangement was to make me feel
better, but I wasn't sure I wanted to expose myself to Jim and Marjory.
But Susie had agreed, and I was her husband so she must be OK with me
showing my body to our friends. I looked at her and she smiled her
approval.

"OK, with me as well," I said.

Susie was the first to discard her suit and dove into the pool naked. In
so doing, her back was to us until she came up for air. "Come on; too
late to chicken-out now."

I looked at Jim and Marjory and then turned my back to them as I removed
my suit and dove into the water. I came up next to Susie and we kissed
and laughed about how good it felt.

"OK, you two; come join the fun," encouraged Susie.

Marjory and Jim turned their back to us as they removed their suits. Then
they turned and walked toward the pool, hand in hand, and approached the
shallow end where they slowly stepped into the pool.

I briefly admired the spectacular breasts of Marjory. They really were
magnificent, D cup with puffy nipples. But then I saw Jim and nearly lost
my breath - his penis was huge, perfectly proportioned and beautifully
circumcised. A pure white shaft with a large bulbous, purple head. It was
completely flaccid, yet larger than me when I'm fully erect. As he
walked, his large scrotum swung from side to side, well below the end of
his penis. I was so captivated by the scene that it took me a second to
realize that he was perfectly shaven - in contrast to his wife and to
both Susie and me.

Susie broke me from my trance by splashing water at me. I then realized
that all three had noticed my attention and I went under water to conceal
my blushing.

The four of us horsed around in the pool for several minutes before
Marjory requested a Margarita refill. All agreed, leaving me no room for
delay. I had to swim down to the shallow end and then climb the steps,
passing Jim on the way. As I walked to get a towel, I had to parade
myself past all three. Even though the water was fairly warm, I knew I
had experienced some shrinkage which I could not afford visually. There
was no avoiding the exposure between the pool and the towel, so I walked
quickly. As I wrapped the towel around my waist, I heard Marjory
volunteer to replenish the hor d'oeuvres. I glanced and saw her climb the
steps out of the pool and walk some distance behind me to the kitchen,
not bothering to cover-up.

I was already well into concocting another batch of Margaritas when
Marjory entered and went to the refrigerator to replenish the finger
food. We were both working at the same counter but neither of us spoke,
just tended to our tasks. Finally, Marjory looked over at me and said,
"You're making me feel under-dressed; or, is it that you are again
over-dressed?"

I looked at her, trying to focus on her face and avoid staring at her
beautiful breasts. "I hadn't thought of it that way, Marjory. I'm not
trying to make you feel uncomfortable."

"Well, I just want to say that you are; and besides, you have a great
body and nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm not ashamed of anything, but I just thought I'd be more comfortable
with a towel around my waist. But, if you insist???" and with that, I
removed the towel, but did not face Marjory head-on.

I could feel my penis was still withdrawn, probably due to the
intimidation of being nude alone with this beautiful women. I wanted
badly to fluff my penis, to pull it into a natural relaxed position, but
thought this might be too sexual. I just stood there and tried to ignore
the situation while continuing to make the Margaritas.

"You know, everybody has different body appeal. Susie and I couldn't
appear differently, yet I think we both have attributes that make men see
us as beautiful. Susie would look silly, and not nearly as attractive, if
she had breasts like me; and the opposite is true. Like I said, you have
a great body. As far as I can tell, everything goes together perfectly."

"Well, thank you. You're not bad yourself."

"I'm not making a pass at you, Jon. I just detect a certain sense of
inferiority on your part. I suppose most men would in the presence of a
naked Jim. You should be very comfortable with your equipment. It fits
you perfectly - you are cute and it is adorable."

I blushed and looked away. "Adorable isn't what men like to be called."

"Maybe not most men, but most men don't qualify. But here's a little
secret, if you shaved down there, it would look bigger???and more
appealing."

"I don't think Susie would go along with that. She's never said
anything."

"You never know, Jon. Have you ever discussed it with her?"

"No, of course not."

By now, with all this talk about my genitals, I could feel the stirrings
of an erection. It wasn't much, but it did present a slightly less
embarrassing image. I turned to face Marjory, and as she looked down, I
said, "Maybe I should put my towel back on and take the drinks out to our
spouses."

"No towel, Jon. I won't stand for it. You are the husband of my best
friend and you have nothing to hide. Come on, the hor d'oeuvres are
ready; we'll go out together."

When we got to the pool, Susie and Jim were sitting on the edge in the
shallow end, diagonally facing each other, engaged in conversation. I
wasn't sure, because I was afraid to take a direct look, but it appeared
that Jim had a partial erection. If so, I really couldn't be upset since
I had gotten one while alone with his wife. He probably felt the same as
me - a mixture of pride and embarrassment.

"OK, who's thirsty?" I asked.

"Silly question, honey. I think we all are," answered Susie, as she got
up to assist. Jim rose to help Marjory, and pretty soon we were all back
at the table, Jim and I sitting together across from our wives.

I tried not to make it obvious, but I was catching myself glancing at
Jim's penis. Most of his partial erection had vanished, but it lay there
innocently resting on his thigh. His legs were spread enough to allow is
balls to rest fully on the chair seat. Marjory was right, the fact that
he was shaved made it truly appealing.

I looked down at myself and saw that my penis was slightly withdrawn, and
my scrotum was tight against my groin. And my pubic hair made the
contrast even greater.

Occasionally during the conversation, Jim and I would accidentally brush
up against each other; other times he would touch my arm or shoulder to
make a point. I never noticed before, but he is much more tactile than
me. Or maybe, he was just expanding his expression of friendship. In any
event, I didn't mind it. In fact, as the evening went on, I grew to crave
it.

Maybe the women noticed out interaction; or maybe Jim noticed them doing
the same thing and was just copying them. But it soon got fairly obvious
on both sides of the table. Thankfully, we weren't talking about body
parts so neither Jim nor I got erect.

Eventually, the Margaritas and time took their toll and Marjory reminded
us that all had to be at work the next morning. "Should we bother putting
our suits back on, dear?" Marjory asked Jim. "It's only a short drive and
we could borrow our host's towels."

"Sound scandalous. What if something happens?" responded Jim.

We'll have our suits with us so we can always put them on then. Come on,
this will be fun."

Jim rolled his eyes in a sign of acceptance. "OK, on one condition. Jon
and Susie come to our place next weekend to retrieve the towels."

Susie quickly and eagerly accepted the invitation. Jim and Marjory
wrapped towels around themselves and headed to the house. Susie and I did
likewise and followed them inside. When we got to the front door, I was a
nervous wreck. I knew what was expected of me, but I wasn't sure I could
control myself.

Marjory and Susie kissed first, of course, each with a towel covering
them from their breasts to just below their vaginas. Wet hair, they
looked like they had just gotten out of the shower. Arms quickly wrapped
around each other as they briefly spoke about the wonderful time each had
had. When their lips touched, it was as if Jim and I weren't present. It
was passionate and highly sexual. Their bodies shifted slightly so their
groins touched each other's pelvis. A slight groan came from one - I
couldn't tell which - as the moment intensified.

Jim and I were entranced. It was as if they were putting on the perfect
lesbian demonstration; an authentic display not directed at the male
libido. Jim finally interrupted the two with a cough and "Don't you think
we should be going, Marjory?"

"Yes, of course," she stammered. Regaining composure, she said "But not
before you give Jon a proper goodbye kiss."

I was flustered in that I badly wanted to kiss Jim, but I didn't want to
appear too anxious. I stood motionless until Jim took my arm and pulled
me to him. I looked up and our eyes met. He leaned down slightly as I
raised up, and our lips met. Gently at first, and then Jim pulled me
closer and I swooned in his arms. We proceeded to match our wives'
display of passion with each stroking the face or arms of the other. I
was completely lost in the passion, not caring who was watching or
whether I was exceeding the boundaries of our friendly kiss. I wanted him
to hold me and devour me. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted
him. I wanted to sweep him off his feet the way he was me.

Our bodies pressed against each other and I could feel my penis
hardening. Now I didn't care what he thought, I wanted it to happen. I
wanted to get big and hard for him and I pressed and rubbed my groin
against his upper thigh. And then my towel began to slip; I reached down
to grab it and Jim broke the kiss ever so slightly. "Let it go," he
whispered while looking in my eyes. "Let it go and show them exactly how
you feel."

As his lips returned to mine I released the towel and it slid to the
floor. I was now fully nude, embraced by a man, with my penis approaching
full erection. I didn't care what it said about me, I wanted more of Jim.
I wanted to show my natural response to his ardor. I was lost in the
passion of the moment and began grinding my penis against his towel.

"OK, boys. I think that's enough," was how Marjory interrupted us. "Let's
not get carried away. Remember, you're just friends, not lovers."

Jim stepped back away from me and there I stood, naked and alone, with a
full hard-on. I suddenly realized my predicament. All three were now
looking at me as I blushed with embarrassment. There was an extended
moment of silence as I stood there turning red.

"Here, you might want to put this back on," said Susie as she reached
down and picked up my towel. "Now is probably a good time for you two to
head for home. I think it's safe to say that Jon and I had a wonderful
time and we are both looking forward to next weekend. Say goodbye, Jon."

"Bye, you two. Drive carefully and for God's sake, don't get pulled
over!"

As soon as they left, Susie ripped the towel off me. "Look at you! You
really like kissing Jim; there's no denying it now."

"You like kissing Marjory, also. That's pretty obvious."

I stood there nude in front of my wife, suddenly feeling vulnerable and
ashamed. I still had much of an erection, which she was visually
inspecting. "I had no idea you would like it so much, Jon. Let's go
upstairs and we can talk. I'll take your towel."

I followed my wife upstairs, feeling somewhat foolish but also very sexy
with my penis swaying as I walked. I suddenly felt big and proud - and
horny.

As we entered the bedroom, Susie said, "go ahead and lie on the bed
sweetie." She rarely referred to me as "sweetie", and never in a sexual
context - more in a mother/son kind of way. "I think we've learned a lot
about each other over the past two days. And I'm really happy that we
love and trust each other so much that we can be totally honest with each
other. If we were to make love now, jon, who would you think about?"

"You, of course." I reached down and adjusted my penis and balls so that
they were well exposed and hanging lose.

"I'm not so sure, Jon. That's why we're not going to make love. At least
you're not going to make love to me. I want you to make love to yourself,
and while you do it, I want you to tell me why you enjoy kissing Jim so
much. What is it about Jim that turns you on; what fantasy of yours
includes Jim?" With that, she leaned down and kissed me passionately. "I
probably don't stack up to Jim in the kissing department, but that's OK.
I just love seeing you two go at it. Now tell me all about it while you
masturbate."

I hesitantly reached back down and touched myself - more of a fluff than
a sexual touch.

"You know, I've never seen you touch yourself, Jon. I've fantasized about
it, but you've always been 'wham, bam, thank you mam.' Show me how you
pleasure yourself, sweetie. And tell me all about kissing Jim." She
kissed me again and then pulled back to watch.

I began slowly stroking my penis. "I guess it's pretty obvious that I do
enjoy kissing him. I don't know why except that it's different.
Everything about it is different; not necessarily better, just different
than kissing you. I didn't expect to, but I actually like his beard and
his hairy body, his muscles and his strength. And he is a good kisser.
Very tender, very gentle, but also very passionate."

I was fully erect again and noticed that Susie was watching my hand at
work. "Go ahead, sweetie. Tell me more."

"I like the way he holds me and takes charge. Yet, he is tender and
loving in his touch." I could feel I was approaching climax and took my
hand away.

"Don't stop, sweetie. Please don't stop. Did you get a good look at Jim's
penis?"

"Yes, I guess so," I said as I resumed a slow, sensual stroke of my
penis. I was now blatantly showing off to my wife how proud I was of my
sexuality. Yet, she was sure to notice that it was the thought of Jim's
penis that increased my ardor.

"Well, it sure looked like you were pre-occupied by it; we all noticed
you were sneaking looks at it a lot. He's big, isn't he?"

"Yes, I suppose so. Either that, or I'm small."

She didn't acknowledge my last comment. "Did you like the way he was
shaved?"

"I guess. It sure makes it stand out."

I was close again, and slowed up my stroking.

"Marjory requested that he shave it and he did. There's something about a
shaved man with an unshaved woman - pretty much indicates who's in
charge. I thought he looked beautiful shaved."

"So did I," I blurted before I knew what I was saying. I again stopped my
stroking.

"That's OK, sweetie. It's OK that we both can admire a thing of beauty. I
bet you like Marjory's breasts as much as I do. Am I correct?"

"Well, they are beautiful, but I like yours better."

"And I like your penis better, Jon. But, tell me, would you like to touch
Jon's penis?"

I looked at Susie, who looked up from my stroking and our eyes met. I did
not respond to her question because I had never considered touching
another man's penis. Yet, it was obvious that I was fascinated by Jim's.

"That, OK, sweetie. I think we know the answer." She slid up and put her
around my shoulders, and kissed me gently on the forehead. "Go ahead now,
Jon, my love, and finish yourself."

I felt my head rest on her breast and sought one of her nipples. She was
stroking my face as I began sucking strongly on her breast. "That's it,
sweetie, suckle your mommy. And show me how you can spurt your jism; show
me what a big boy you are."

I stiffened as my orgasm approached. I spread my legs and raised my hips
as my stroking increased. I looked up at Susie and our eyes met. She
smiled down at me in approval. I exploded and felt a splash on my cheek,
and then on my chest and stomach. I slowed my strokes but kept my mouth
locked on her nipple. A sense of satisfaction washed over me.

And then, shame. I removed my hand from my penis and released Susie's
nipple from my mouth. What had I done? My most private thoughts and
actions had been shared with my wife. And she had shared none of herself
with me. She was the same Susie, but I was now a weakling, an insecure
weakling who was turned on by another man and masturbating in front of my
wife. The future of our relationship was now completely in her hands. Had
she done this to trick me into revealing my true self? Or had it just
innocently happened and she was shocked by my performance? I felt
completely at her mercy. Weaker than I've ever felt.

"Take this towel and clean yourself. And then turn off the lights," she
said. "We'll talk in the morning."

The next morning came and went, and we both avoided talking about the
previous night. In fact, the events of the entire weekend were ignored.
Sex was also ignored - that is, by Susie. She pretty much rebuffed each
of my advances. It wasn't until Thursday evening, when we were both home
enjoying a drink around the pool that the subject was broached. I had
actually hoped we were past it but then Susie commented, "You know, we
will probably go skinny dipping over at Jim and Marjory's this weekend.
Are you good with that?"

"I guess so. We sure had fun last weekend."

"Yes, we sure did. OK, then, will you do something for me?"

"What's that?"

"I want you to shave."

"Of course, I'll shave, honey."

"Not your face, sweetie. I want you to shave your pubic hair. I think it
will look especially good on you and you'll match Jim."

"I don't know, Susie. Let me think about it."

"OK, times up. Please, sweetie. Do it for me. I want you to be clean and
smooth down there. And besides, it might make you look bigger. You'd like
that, wouldn't you?"

"Well, yes but I'm just not sure."

"How about if I shaved you. Would that make it better?"

I looked at Susie and she had this beautiful expression of desire on her
face. How could I say no?

"OK. Where and when do you want to do it?"

"Right now. We can use my razor. Let's go upstairs." When we got to the
bedroom, she said "Take your clothes off and come into the bathroom."

I did as I was told. She was running the hot water in the tub. "Sit here
on the edge of the tub and let me get to work."

She applied a warm towel to the area briefly and then began to lather me
up. "I've always been amazed at how little hair you have, sweetie. I love
it that your face is so smooth and that you have no chest hair. Let me
see under your arms???yep, very little there also. Actually, that's one of
the things that attracted me the most."

She began to shave the area, pulling my penis this way and that. Of
course, I responded by getting hard. "You just can't control yourself,
can you sweetie? Does this mean that you haven't ejaculated since Sunday
night?"

"Of course, not. You were too busy or too tired."

"Sweetie, don't you remember that Sunday night you revealed to me that
you are a masturbator. I'm surprised you haven't indulged this week. I
half expected it."

I was now fully erect and she was tending to my scrotum.

"Maybe I spoiled you Sunday night. Maybe you need an audience to really
enjoy yourself. Is that why you didn't sneak a session?"

"No, please Susie. I just did it at your request. I don't do it that
often."

"But you did like me watching you, didn't you sweetie?" She had now
finished and was washing me off. "I better put some lotion on the area.
Oh, it feels so smooth and clean. Here, stand up and look at yourself in
the mirror."

I stood up and saw my reflection. She was wrong about it looking bigger;
but it did look clean and fresh. Even though I was fully erect, being
shaved made it look more appealing.

"Touch yourself, sweetie, and feel the difference."

I reached down and gently wrapped my hand around my hard penis and then
explored the whole area. It did feel incredible; so smooth, so soft, so
sensitive.

"That's it, sweetie. Now come over to the bed and lie down for your
mommy." Susie kissed me passionately and then removed her top, exposing
her breasts.

"Suckle me, sweetie. Suckle me and masturbate for your mommy."

I was in her lap; I latched on to a nipple, unable to remove my hand from
my freshly shaven groin.

"Oh, look how big you are now. Promise me you will always be shaved. It
makes that area of yours look so pretty. It makes you look so pretty. I
bet Jim is going to like it. Isn't that what you really want, sweetie?"

I looked up at her and our eyes met. Again, I didn't have to respond. I
knew she wasn't shaming me; I knew she was just letting me know that she
understood and approved. In fact, she was encouraging me to share with
her my deepest desires. It was now about trust, so I had to respond. I
pulled my mouth off her nipple. "Yes, mommy. It would be nice if Jim
likes it. I want to impress Jim; I want him to want me."

"Oh, I think he already does want you, sweetie. And now I think he will
want you more. Would you like to show him how you masturbate? Show him
how hard you can get and how much you can shoot."

I latched back onto a nipple and began rapidly stroking my erection. God,
it felt incredible. And my mind was spinning with sexual confessions. It
was liberating and fulfilling to reveal through thought, word, and deed
my real self to Susie. And this is a self that I really didn't even know
was present last week. But now this self was consuming my thoughts and
actions. I was sucking my wife's breast harder than ever, raising my hips
to display - no, present - my erection, and responding to her "mommy"
references as if she were mine. I had totally lost control of my self
respect for the pleasure of sexual ecstasy. I had no hesitation about
fulfilling this act; I was out of control and Susie realized this. "Good,
sweetie. I want you to have a wonderful orgasm. Keep stroking and show
the world how much you can cum." She leaned down and gently planted a
kiss on my forehead. I stiffened and sucked even harder on her nipple as
my penis exploded.

Susie coddled me and held me tight, gently speaking. "That's good,
sweetie. That's real good. You look so beautiful stroking yourself while
suckling me. It makes me so happy to see you cum like that. You like it
when mommy allows you to do this, don't you?"

I unlatched from her nipple and looked up at her. She was looking down at
me with kindness in her eyes, almost a sense of pity being expressed to
me. But, yet I felt no shame - one of the first times that I ever
masturbated and didn't feel shame and regret. Just the opposite, I felt a
tighter bond with my wife; a bond that was based on me exposing my true
self to her, a bond that made me dependent on her continued
understanding, a bond that put me in a completely subservient position.
Although I was committed to revealing all to her, I was dependent on her
not judging me for my openness. I wanted only to please her so she would
continue to be there for me. I knew that this was just an amplification
of our existing relationship since I always followed her lead. But I also
knew that certain barriers had been breached and that she had more
leverage over me than just my love for her.

As before, I cleaned up and we went to bed. We did not speak of the
episode until Saturday morning.

"We're due over at Marjory and Jim's in about an hour, sweetie. Should I
check to make sure you don't need to shave again?"

"I don't think so. I should be OK."

"You'd better let me check. Drop you pants and let me see. You'd hate to
have any stubble when you're unveiling your masterpiece."

I did as she instructed and stood there in front of my wife so she could
inspect my groin. Strangely, there was nothing sexual about this. It was
as if a doctor were examining me. But then she mentioned that she knew I
was anxious to show off to Jim. And, she was right. I was very anxious,
not having seen him since last weekend and worried that our experience
was fleeting.

"You look OK, sweetie. Are you sure you didn't shave this morning? You
look so clean and smooth, like you never had any hair there at all."

"No, I guess I'm just blessed with slow growth."

"That's one of the things I love about you, sweetie. Jim is going to love
it also."

When we arrived at Marjory and Jim's, I was hopeful about the greeting;
so looking forward to that kiss, in hopes of picking up right where we
left off. It was only Jim who greeted us and invited us in after kissing
Susie on the cheek and just waving to me. I wondered if I looked as
disappointed as I felt.

"Marjory is out at the pool. Go on out and I'll be there in a second with
drinks. Beer for you, Jon?"

"Yes, please. Do you need some help?"

"Sure, follow me." I obediently followed Jim into the kitchen while Susie
went to the pool. When the door closed behind us I stood at a distance.

"What can I do?" I asked.

"Grab a couple of beers from the refrig." Jim was standing next the
refrigerator, looking at me as I approached, and then turned to face the
counter. I felt rebuffed again. This would have been the perfect time and
place for him to greet me properly. "Let's go out and join the women," he
said.

Again, I followed him out to the pool. The girls were in the sun in their
skimpy bikinis. Jim again had on his speedo. I was wearing the same suit
I had on last weekend, thinking that we'd probably go skinny dipping so
it didn't really matter.

Jim and I were standing, facing the women and the sun, as we drank our
beers. I couldn't help notice the outline of Jim's penis in his Speedo.
I'm sure the girls were also aware of the sight.

"So, Jon, Susie tells me you had a very exciting week," commented
Marjory.

"I don't know what you mean. What did you tell her, honey?"

"Just that we changed your appearance slightly, and that you like it. At
least you acted like you like it."

"What did you do, Jon?" asked Jim.

I looked at Jim pleadingly, hoping he would drop the subject. He seemed
oblivious to my situation and pressed on. "You look like the same cute
guy to me."

"Go ahead, tell them, sweetie. We're among friends so there's no reason
to be bashful," said Susie.

I wasn't bashful; I was embarrassed. And all could see that I dreaded
going any further with this.

"Better yet. Show them, sweetie. I'm sure they remember what you looked
like last weekend; this way you can get their opinion of the results."

Marjory chimed in, "Oh, I bet I know what it is. I bet we talked about it
in the kitchen last weekend, didn't we Jon? Please show us."

I was now blushing and it was obvious to all.

"Oh, look, he's embarrassed by all this attention," said Marjory. I've
got an idea to make Jon feel better. Let's go skinny dipping again. That
way we can all see if any of us changed anything since last weekend."

"Great idea, but Jon has to be the first," added Susie.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! First, my wife shares our private
life with her friend and now she wants to humiliate me, wants me to
present my shaved self for their inspection. "I'm not so sure it's a
great idea," I objected.

"Now, Jon, I think it???s a great idea and that's all that matters," said
Susie. "Now take off your bathing suit so Marjory and Jim can see your
change."

I was mortified. My wife not only wanted to display me, but she openly
commanded me to do as she ordered; and the worst part of it, I felt
powerless to deny her. Mentally, emotionally, and sexually she was now in
a totally dominant position and I knew it. It was humiliating to meekly
comply, but that's what I did.

I turned sideways and slowly slid down my swimming trunks. I was thankful
that my penis had not shrunk and I secretly hoped that all would see it
as not only more attractive but bigger than last week. When I turned,
Marjory was the first to speak. "I knew it. And much nicer.
Congratulations. What do you think, Jim?"

As Marjory was directing this question to Jim, he was busy removing his
speedo. He turned to face me to answer the question. "It does present a
nicer picture, Jon. I agree with Marjory. And I like the smooth feel. I
think you'll find, if not already, that it's much more sensitive also."

As Jim was making his statement, I couldn't help but notice that his
penis began to swell slightly. God, it was beautiful. So well
proportioned with a large diameter and length to match; a prominent
purple head, and numerous blue veins bulging on the sides. And it kept
growing.

"OK, you two had better get in the pool and get cooled off," commanded
Marjory.

We both dove in and resurfaced at the shallow end. I noticed that the
girls remained with their drinks, with their bikinis still on.

"I think I got tricked," I said to Jim. "it seems like we are the only
two skinny dipping."

"That's OK. We were going to see you sooner or later, don't you think.
And you put on a pretty good show."

"Unintentional, I assure you."

"I could tell. Your bashfulness is one of your strong points, that and
your cuteness. And don't be too concerned by the way Susie bosses you
around; Marjory does the same to me, often in public. You have to take
the bad with the good."

"Thanks. I'm glad you understand. I feel so helpless sometimes."

"Another one of your strong points."

"Great, I've got all the characteristics of a real man."

"Real men are a dime a dozen, Jon; sensitive, gently men are rare and
special."

"Do you think I'm a sensitive, gentle man, Jim?"

Before he could answer, Marjory interrupted with notice that they were
going inside to get out of the sun and get more drinks.

Slowly Jim worked our position further into the shallow end so that we
were standing in water that came just above out knees. Facing each other,
our penises hung in stark contrast to each other.

"Shaving does make our genitals look more attractive, don't you think? I
did it originally for Marjory, but now I maintain it for myself. It's
rather unique and I'm proud of it. What do you think, Jon?"

"I did it for Susie - in fact, she actually shaved me. But I do like it
and I like the way it prominently displays the area, even if I don???t have
as much to display as you."

"You would look foolish with this size penis; yours is perfectly matched
to your body. I think it's very becoming."

I stepped closer to Jim and looked up into his face. "I was disappointed
that I didn't get a proper greeting when we arrived."

"Well, I didn't know how you would take it. We've only done it at the
insistence of our wives and with Marjory not there, it just seemed
awkward."

"Would it be awkward now?" I asked.

"I don't think so," said Jim as he bent his head down to meet by upturned
mouth. He also took a step closer and as our lips met so did our torsos -
his penis resting against my lower stomach, mine against his upper thigh.
It was the most sensual and sexual kiss I have ever had. I wanted to be
the sensitive, gentle man Jim desired and allowed him to take charge
completely. I was limp in his arms as our tongues danced and we exchanged
breath and saliva. I got erect almost immediately, and could feel
engorgement on his part. This was perfect and I hated it when he broke it
off. He kissed my lips gently and said "We have to be careful not to get
carried away. We're just friends, you know."

"I know," I said, and put my head on his shoulder and pulled him even
tighter. "I was afraid that last weekend didn't really happen; that it
really didn't change anything." Tears began to well up in my eyes and I
began choking my words.

"My you really are a sensitive, delicate thing. That's alright now. Last
weekend happened and we are good friends who have discovered a new way of
expressing our friendship. I'm alright with that. How about you?"

"It's all I seem to think about these days."

Suddenly the wives appeared at pool-side. Marjory spoke first "Now, now,
break it up boys. Remember you're both married and your wives are
present."

"We have some fresh drinks, but in order to get them, you two must get
out of the pool - and no suits are allowed. Agreed?"

Jim and I looked at each other and shrugged. I was still partially hard
but Jim was flaccid after we had dried off and re-joined the women.

"Aren't you two going to join us in skinny dipping?" I asked.

"Susie and I discussed it and we like it just the way it is. You two are
so attractive in the nude, especially since both are now shaved. We just
want to enjoy the show without distracting you with our phenomenal bodies
- any more than already, that is."

"I see you two picked up where you left off last weekend," commented
Susie.

Embarrassed, I looked down and away. Jim took a sip of his drink and
looked over at me. "You two showed us how friends should show friendship.
That's all we're doing."

"I think we have created a monster," said Marjory. We all laughed and
then Marjory said, "It's OK with us that you show friendship the same way
Susie and I do. In fact, we find it refreshing and very open minded. And
we both know what good kissers you two are, so we can't really blame you
for getting carried away on occasion. But we're about to institute a new
rule."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Men are very demonstrative when they're having too much fun. If we are
in private settings, we want you two to be without clothes so we can
monitor the demonstrative act of pleasure."

"You're kidding," I said.

"Look at you, Jon," interjected Susie. "When we came out you were hard as
a rock. If you had you swimming trunks on, we might not have noticed and
things could have progressed too far. No, we can't trust you two
together. You can kiss all you want, you just can't get erections."

"Sometimes erections happen naturally, without sexual stimulation," added
Jim.

"We know that," responded Susie. "Just because you have an erection
doesn't mean you can't be together. We just don't want the kissing to get
out of control. Agreed?"

"What about you two? You two kiss passionately but you get to keep your
clothes on?" I asked.

"We outwardly demonstrate nothing through passion and besides, we like to
be clothed while you two are nude," responded Marjory. "Agreed."

"Do we have a choice?" asked Jim.

"Certainly you have a choice. You can stop kissing. But I hope you don't
go that route because Susie and I really like it."

Jim and I looked at each other and considered the options. "I'm OK with
the no clothes rule." I volunteered.

"Me to," agreed Jim.

"Good. Now you two seal the deal with a kiss," commanded Marjory,
"Standing."

We stood and faced each other and our eyes met. This was the consummation
of our friendship, in front of our wives, in the nude. The hot sun made
the scene even more intense than it already was. Jim grabbed my hand and
pulled me to him. I put a hand on his cheek and turned my lips upward to
meet his. Our kiss was delicate and soft. I was there for him, I was
there to satisfy his every desire, I was there to be what he wanted.

Again, he broke off the kiss before I was ready. "You're getting hard,"
he whispered into my ear.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it. You're too good a kisser."

"Is that all it is?" he asked.

"No, it's not. I would want to kiss you regardless of your talent. I'm
sorry again."

"Oh, Jon, don't be sorry. I feel the same way about you. Now, let's go
back to our wives and make like good husbands."

We were all in the sun when Marjory made the timely observation that we
had neglected to apply sun screen in the most delicate places. "You each
should do that so that we all can make sure you're doing it properly.
There's too much at stake here to leave something like that to you
without supervision. Jon, you go first."

"Yes, sweetie. You go first; you've had practice over the past week,
haven't you?"

I was horrified. Not only was I to be supervised on the application of
sun screen to my private parts, but my wife had now revealed to Marjory
and Jim that I had masturbated recently. I didn't respond to her question
but took a liberal amount of sun screen in my hand and applied it to my
penis and balls.

"Please stand up and face us, Jon." said Marjory.

I did as instructed and looked down at Jim who refused to meet my eyes.
He appeared to be focused on my midriff.

"Now, sweetie, go ahead and work in the sun screen. Make sure you cover
all areas completely; multiple applications would probably be best.
That's it sweetie; that's it. It probably is best if you get hard so the
skin isn't bunched."

I looked at my wife in horror. She looked back at me and gave me the same
look as she did in bed earlier in the week - a look of pity but
understanding that I received great pleasure from stroking myself.

"Don't be intimidated by the audience, sweetie. You know we're among
friends who want to make sure you carefully apply the sun screen. Show
them how you do this regularly, sweetie. Just pretend it's just the two
of us in the bedroom, you showing me what a big boy you are."

I was now fully hard and began to slow down the application.

"Don't stop, sweetie. Nobody wants you to stop. We all want to see you
apply more sun screen."

"That's right, Jon," added Marjory. Jim said nothing, but remained
focused on my groin.

I took some more sun screen and began to apply it, although now no
pretenses, it was full fledged masturbation. Any Susie was right, I did
want to show them what a big boy I was. I began a sensual stroking as I
looked down as Jim's penis. He was responding to my show, he was turned
on watching me masturbate. I was now masturbating in order to give Jim an
erection and I was displaying myself in the most lewd fashion - slapping
my penis, pushing to down to force it to project straight out, and
grabbing my balls to pull them away and separate them from my penis. I
was clearly out of control.

"OK, that's enough, sweetie. I think it's Jim's turn."

I was brought back to reality and realized what I had done. Ashamed of my
actions, I returned to my seat to watch Jim.

Jim's was nearly erect when he first applied the sun screen. As he worked
it in, he became fully erect. He took his hands away to get more cream
and I got a clear view of his complete erection for the first time. It
was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen; just magnificent in its
size and shape. Oddly, it didn't seem threatening to me; it seemed like
the most beautiful part of a beautiful man. His balls hung so low it was
almost like he needed special apparatus to carry them.

And Jim proceeded to masturbate with the sun screen. Marjory said
nothing; Jim needed no encouragement after what he saw me do. He looked
at the women and slowly stroked his penis. It was an incredibly sensual
scene with the women fixated on Jim pleasuring himself.

I couldn't help myself and began stroking my penis as I sat watching Jim.
Susie caught my eye and again gave me a reassuring look of pity. Poor man
can't control himself.

Finally Marjory spoke. "Do you want to cum, Jim. Do you want to show
Susie and Jon how you climax. It's OK, darling. Cum for us all."

Jim's stroking became faster, as did mine. In fact, my stroking was done
in complete unison with his. I so wanted to cum with him; I wanted to
share the experience of cuming in each other's presence. I know my penis
looked pathetic next to his, but I wanted him to see me orgasm in his
presence. I wanted to create a tighter bond between us, one completely
sexual, one outside of friendship.

Jim came, and I came a moment later. Nearly simultaneous, and the wives
gasped. And then they applauded. "Bravo, boys, bravo," exclaimed Marjory.
Then to Susie, "I guess we don't have to worry about them being oversexed
tonight."

The rest of the afternoon and evening was rather uneventful, except for
the fact that Jim and I were nude the whole time. The women treated it as
normal, until they would catch us kissing. I always got a rapid erection,
which then caused them to separate us. Jim seemed to remain flaccid,
which I credited to the briefness of our encounters.

I was able to have extensive, uninterrupted viewing of Jim nude; I became
even more infatuated. He was everything I was not - tall, strong,
handsome, and well endowed. My heart began to ache with desire and I
tried to downplay my interest. But I felt like a little girl panning over
a rock star. He just seemed so perfect to me.

When time came to leave, the wives insisted that we kiss good-bye before
putting our clothes back on. "Since this is the end of the evening, we'll
give you two a little more time together," stated Marjory.

I looked at Jim and he smiled slightly as I approached. I melted into his
arms and purposely pushed my penis up against his thigh. He took me in
his arms and we kissed deeply. The wives watched and moved closer to each
other, holding hands and watching intently.

I felt stirrings in Jim's penis. Mine was fully engorged and pressed
tightly against him. His was slipping so that it actually came in contact
with mine. He quickly broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, as if
questioning for approval. "I like the way you feel," is all I said, and
waited for him to resume the kiss. "I'm glad," he responded and then
kissed me more passionately than ever. He was now fully hard and our
penises were pressed firmly together.

We were each pressing our hips, almost on the verge of humping, when
Marjory called a halt to our passion. "OK, boys, stand apart now." Jim
backed up.

"Look at you two," said Susie. "Its lucky we are here to provide a little
control, otherwise no telling where this would lead. Remember, you're
just good friends saying good-bye for the evening."

We stood there trying to regain our composure but each of us had a full
erection that could not be ignored. We looked at each other longingly,
knowing that Marjory was right. We were on the verge of going way beyond
kissing,

"Maybe you and Jim could come over to our place tomorrow," requested
Susie. "This is so much fun spending week-ends by the pool with you two."

"We'd love to, wouldn't we Jim?"

"Yes, dear."

"OK, time to put your clothes back on. I need to give Susie a proper
good-bye kiss."

While Jim and I dressed, Marjory took Susie into her arms and began a
long, passionate kiss that eventually led to them moving to the couch and
some heavy petting. Jim and I watched as Marjory was kissing all over
Susie's face, neck and ears. Susie had given herself completely to
Marjory and was reaching for Marjory's breast when Jim coughed and forced
an interruption.

"I thought Jon and Susie had to get home," was how he tried to put an end
to the evening. Marjory just looked at him briefly and then returned to
Susie. Another five minutes of petting ensued, with Susie now blatantly
feeling Marjory's breasts, and Marjory running her hand up and down
Susie's thighs. I was strangely unaffected by the scene - I wasn't
jealous in the least, and I wasn't turned on. I was just somewhat
impatient. I leaned up against Jim, who did seem to be turned on as I
could see the outline of his semi-erect penis in his speedo. I leaned on
him and kissed his shoulder. "We may no longer be necessary," is all I
said. He put his arm around my shoulder and kissed my forehead. "Oh, I
suppose she's in for a little re-introduction to the important things in
life tonight, if you know what I mean." Stranger still, I felt a pang of
jealousy at his comment.

Finally the wives ended their petting and Susie and I left. On the way
home I commented "That was quite a show you and Marjory put on back
there."

"I know, sweetie. Did you like it?"

"I guess. That's the first time you've kissed Marjory after Jim and I
kissed."

"Really? I hadn't noticed. We'll talk more about it later, OK?"

"Sure."

Later turned out to be the next morning. And it wasn't about her and
Marjory, it was about Jim and me. Again, Susie was up first and brought
me coffee in bed.

"You and Jim are becoming quite an item. Are you happy with that, Jon?"

"I guess so. It's all so new and different. I can't explain the
attraction but I do like our new way of expressing our friendship."

"Oh, I think I can explain Jim's attraction to you."

"What? Don't you think he's just following Marjory's wishes?"

"Maybe at first, just like you following my wishes. But I think it has
gone beyond that for both of you. I can see why you are attracted to him;
he's a good looking alpha type male. But I think he is attracted to you
for the same reason I am attracted to you."

I sat up in the bed, expecting to hear the same reasons I had heard
before.

"Jon, you are a very cute, smart, sensitive guy. I think Jim sees that
and is attracted to it. That and the fact that you are gentle and
accommodating. Let's face it, Jon, you don't like to be in charge. That's
why we are a perfect couple and will stay that way; I am more of the
dominant type, you are more of the subservient type; in a sense, I play
the male role and you play the female role. That's one reason I'm usually
on top when we make love. Another reason is that your penetration is
better in that position; I can hardly feel you when you're on top."

I was stunned. "Well, I know I'm not the biggest or strongest guy. But I
do consider myself all man. Don't you?"

"Sweetie, I love you dearly and only want you to be happy. You are what
you are and I am not going to fight that. In fact, I want to encourage
you to be who you really are so you can really be happy. That's why we
needed this little talk. To clear the air."

"Well, I want you to be happy, Susie. I'll do anything to make you
happy."

"Then just be yourself, Jon. Be the person nature intended you to be.
I've never been accused of looking masculine and realize that womanhood
fits me perfectly; but, sweetie, you definitely have many feminine
features and maybe manhood is not perfect for you."

"Just what do you mean by that?" I was choking up now; tears were welling
in my eyes. I felt so emasculated, so insulted.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to upset you. Let me get you a
tissue."

She got me a tissue from her side of the bed. "Susie, I don't understand.
Why are you saying these things?"

"Because we agreed to be completely honest with each other. I can't be
happy with you living a lie. Seeing you with Jim, seeing the way you
respond to him, I'm convinced that you should nurture that person inside
you. You should explore those desires you clearly have. I always
suspected that you had the potential, that you were naturally appealing
in a unisexual way. I'm just thrilled that we discovered your true
identity before you deprived yourself any longer."

I was all-out crying now. I knew she was right but I didn't want to admit
it. It was like she could read my mind. I was so embarrassed. Why had I
been so obvious with Jim? I went along with the kissing at first because
I figured that's what Susie wanted. But now she knew that I was consumed
by my relationship with him. I no longer thought of making love to Susie;
all I thought about was kissing Jim.

"Oh, Susie, I'm so sorry. I don't know what's come over me. That first
kiss with Jim seems to have opened a door that I didn't know existed. Now
I can't seem to think of anything else."

"It's alright, sweetie. You don't need to be upset. I very much approve;
I very much encourage you to be true to your nature. In fact, I will help
you in any way I can. And if you find that it's not really what you are
looking for, that's fine with me. I love you for who you are, not for who
you love."

We kissed and she dabbed the tears from my eyes. "I love you Susie; I
don???t want anything to come between us."

"Nothing's going to come between us, sweetie. I won't allow it."

We kissed again.

"It's a big day for you today. This will be the fourth time with Jim. Are
you excited?"

Recovering from the confessions, I looked at her and saw the sincerity in
her face. "I am. I just want him to be into me as much as I am into him."

"Well, that could be a problem, Jon. Let me ask you a question. Do you
think Jim is gay?"

"God no. I can't imagine it."

"So, why do you think he is so into kissing you?"

"I don't know; I haven't really given it any thought."

"Well, I think I know. It's because of your feminine traits. If he's not
gay - and I agree with on this - then there's something else that's
driving him. And it's gone way beyond him trying to please Marjory. He's
into you, but not as a gay man. I don't think he's going to fall in love
with you as a man. I do think, though, that he rationalizes his behavior
because he feels like he's kissing a girl when he's with you. I think he
sees you as a female sex object."

I didn't say anything, just sat there and let her words sink in. I had no
reason to doubt Susie; I was just wondering if her observation was good
news or bad news. It really didn't matter to me why Jim liked kissing me,
I just wanted it to continue.

"So what I'm saying, sweetie," continued Susie, " is that if you know
what attracts him, then you can use that to enhance your appeal. Do you
understand? It's a classic female trick. If we can increase your feminine
side, it will increase Jim's desire to be with you."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"That's OK. Just realize we're on the same team and follow my lead.
Remember, your happiness is my happiness."

She kissed me on my forehead as she climbed into bed next to me and put
her arm around me.

"The first thing we have to work on is the hard-to-get factor. You may be
a sex object, but that doesn't mean that he's also a sex object. You have
been pretty obvious so far. Let me ask you, how did you feel when Jim
didn't kiss you when greeting us yesterday?"

"I was heartbroken," I blurted. "I mean, I was disappointed because I was
looking forward to it all week."

"And when it didn't happen, you wanted it even more, didn't you?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"So the first thing is for you not to show that sense of urgency. The
second thing is for you to try to control your erections. I noticed that
just being close to him gives you a hard-on. That is until you
masturbated for us at the pool. Once you climaxed, you seem to have
gained some composure."

"I guess that's just the way guys are."

"So, I think we need to prepare you for this afternoon. And now is just
the perfect time. Would you like to nurse your mommy?" She pulled down
the top of her nightgown and presented her breast to my mouth. I couldn't
resist and latched on immediately.

"All better now," she whispered. "Just let mommy show you the way. Trust
your mommy, sweetie. I know what's best for you." With that, she slid the
covers off me. "Pull down you panties, sweetie, and show me how you will
masturbate for Jim. Show you mommy how big you can get and how much you
can spurt. You're such a big boy but you need mommy's guidance and love.
That's it. You look so beautiful masturbating, sweetie. I want you to
have a particularly good climax so that you control yourself around Jim.
This is the first of many steps we can take to win him for you. You do
want that, don't you sweetie?"

I broke from her breast and looked up at her. "Oh, yes mommy. Oh please
help me. I will do anything you say to make you happy."

"I know you will, sweetie. I know you won't let me down. Show mommy how
beautiful you are when you climax."

Again I became proud of my ability, proud of my body, proud of my
obsession. My hips raised and I sucked ever harder on her nipple. And it
was a beautiful climax that sprayed semen all over my chest. I released
her breast and smiled in relief. She handed me a towel and kissed me
again on the forehead. "Clean yourself up and let's get some breakfast."

Before she left the bedroom, I asked her a question. "Susie, are we ever
going to make love again?"

"Maybe, sweetie, maybe. You seem to be very happy with this arrangement;
and I'm very happy. I love indulging you in your obsessions -
masturbation and Jim. Both are my projects now. I want to perfect you in
both categories because I love to see you succeed."

"As long as you are happy; I must admit, I am happy with our new
arrangement also. I'll be what you want me to be."

Later that morning, as we were getting ready to go over to Marjory and
Jim's, Susie approach me about what I was going to wear.

"Probably what I always wear - my swimming trunks and a shirt."

"Maybe you haven't noticed, sweetie, but that's not the sexiest outfit. I
know that you will probably spend much of the day nude, but sometimes
it's important to present an enticing image. I think it's time we
enhanced your sex object status. I know you don't have a speedo, but
maybe we could improvise."

"What do you mean?"

"Since we are about the same size, you could wear one of my bikini
bottoms. That dark blue one would work nicely. What do you say?"

"I don't know. Won't they be able to tell that they're bikini bottoms and
not speedo."

"Probably not. Let's try them on before we make a decision. Follow me to
the bedroom."

I did, and then she had me strip. I stood there nude in front of her as
she rifled through her collection. "Here it is. Now slip it on and let's
see how it looks."

They were cotton with a nylon liner. I slid them on and adjusted my
penis.

"Tuck your penis down between your legs, sweetie. It gives a cleaner
look." I did so and then stood so she could inspect me. She adjusted the
suit around my ass and on my legs.

"You look terrific, sweetie. But there's only one problem.

"What's that?"

"You have wonderful legs - so shapely and firm - but it's hard to
appreciate them with your hair. I think we should shave your legs. It'll
look much better and as long as you wear long pants, no one else needs to
know."

I realized what she was doing. If I shaved my legs, as long as I had the
suit on I would look exactly like a girl from the waist down. Is that
what I wanted? "I don't know, Susie. What do you think Jim would say?"

"He probably wouldn't say anything, at least not so his wife and I could
hear. But in private, I suspect he will compliment you while he is
figuring ways to stroke you legs. Come on, let's do it. Less hair is
preferable to more. You like your pubic area being shaved, don't you?"

"Yes," I admitted reluctantly.

"Well, then, it's settled. Let's go to the bathroom and I'll show you how
it's done. Take the suit off and we'll touch-up your pubic area; and we
might as well do your rear also. Nothings worse than a hairy butt," she
laughed.

As she was applying shaving cream to my rear, she pulled by buns apart
and ran her finger over my pucker. I flinched with the touch.

"You like that, don't you? I never knew you were sensitive back there,
sweetie. We really do need to clean this area up, outside and in."

She was now massaging my sphincter, and I gently pushed back against her
pressure. Her finger slipped into me and I gasped.

"Oh, my. We should have explored this area sooner, sweetie. You really
like this, don???t you?"

I didn't need to answer. She could tell the answer by my actions - I met
her deeper insertions with strong pushbacks. But then she abruptly
stopped, wiped off her finger and resumed shaving.

When she was done, I had to admit that my legs felt incredible. And when
I put the suit back on and modeled it for Susie, I really did like the
look. It made me feel so sexy, so desirable, and yes, so feminine. I just
hoped Jim would like it.

Just before we were to leave, Susie came up with another idea.

"Sweetie, you look incredibly good; but looks isn't everything. I want to
put a dash of mild perfume behind your ears, OK? Jim will have to get
real close to notice it, but when he does, he'll want to get closer."

Before I had a chance to object, she was dabbing her moistened figure
behind each of my ears. I could smell it, and actually thought it was
stronger than she indicated. But it was too late and besides, I liked the
smell.

Just before we got out of the car at Marjory and Jim's, Susie mentioned
how much more I seemed to enjoy kissing when the she was wearing
lipstick.

"I agree," I responded, "But, Susie, no way I'm wearing lipstick."

"You don't have to wear lipstick, silly. Just some lip gloss that pretty
much matches your lip color. It will wear off eventually, but it should
make it through your first kiss. Look at me and hold still." She
proceeded to apply the gloss and then gently wiped off any excess.

"Now remember, you're playing hard-to-get. Do not fall all over Jim when
we enter. In fact, you should act like you don't expect a greeting kiss.
If he forces the issue, please try to control your enthusiasm. Save that
for later, after he's had time to consider the possibility that you're
not into it any more. Then you can show him how you really feel."

It was Marjory who answered the door, in her skimpy bikini. She kissed
Susie deeply and then pointed to the pool area. "You'll find Jim already
sunning himself by the pool."

Who's playing hard-to-get, I wondered, him or me?

"But before you go out, you can help me carry out the drinks and hor
d'oeuvres."

"Take your shirt off, sweetie, and show Marjory your new suit."

I looked at Susie in embarrassment. I was hoping no one would pay much
notice. But I did as instructed.

"Doesn't he look adorable, Marjory. Who knew we were pretty much the same
size down there."

"Stunning. You really do look good, Jon. Let's go show Jim." suggested
Marjory.

"Let's just see if he notices, OK. It's not necessary to point anything
out to him." My suggestion went unacknowledged.

As we entered the pool area I noticed that Jim was lying face up on a
chaise lounge - nude. He looked magnificent with his legs spread and his
penis and scrotum resting naturally between, freshly shaven. I put the
tray of refreshments on the table and then stood still.

"My, it looks like you were expecting Jon," joked Susie. "Before Jon
joins you, we wanted you to see his new swim suit. What do you think?"

"I think it's very becoming. I've never seen a speedo that looked like
that. Where did you get it, Jon?"

"Out of my drawer," volunteered Susie, and laughed. "It's the bottoms to
one of my suits. We were marveling at how well it fits him - maybe better
than me."

I just stood there and took it. I was mortified, emasculated,
embarrassed. I couldn???t look up. All I could think of was how I could
have let her talk me into this. Jim clearly liked me the way I was, why
would he like me in a girl's bathing suit? I was supposed to be playing
hard-to-get but it now seemed so obvious that it was all designed to make
him want me more. And I was sure it was one big mistake. What a fool I
was.

"Yes, maybe so Susie. I can't imagine them looking better on anyone else.
Turn around and let me see your rear end. I'm sorry, but it looks very
good, Jon," said Jim. " I think you've found a new look."

I looked up quickly and surveyed the group. Suddenly I felt reassured.
All three were seriously admiring my appearance. What a relief!

"OK, now that we got that out of the way, if you are going to stay out
here with Jim," commented Marjory, "you're going to have to get rid of
that new look."

Jim was shading his eyes with his hand as I removed the suit bottoms. He
remained focused on me - primarily my legs as the pubic shave extended
all the way down to my ankles. His staring began to produce an erection.
Everybody noticed. Jim smiled briefly and said "Maybe we should get in
the pool and cool off."

"Yes, I think that is an excellent idea," responded Marjory.

I stayed away from Jim as best I could while in the pool. The wives
chatted in the shade while we talked a little about nothing special. I
didn't want to get my head wet for fear of losing the perfume. Susie had
been right on everything so far so I wasn't going to second guess her
now.

I lost my erection and felt safe to exit the pool. Jim followed and we
moved the lounge chairs into the shade and reclined.

"Can I get you a drink?" asked Jim.

"I'd love one, thank you." Were we assuming the male-female relationship?
If so, I had to maintain the female role in every aspect, I thought. But
I don't want to push things???

Jim returned with drinks and he proposed a toast. "Here's to friendship."
He proposed it to only me; he hadn't included the wives. "Here's to our
friendship," I responded.

We drank and then lounged and talked. The women would look over
occasionally to make sure were weren't aroused. I had to fight back an
erection several times; he seemed unfazed and naturally flaccid. Truly a
thing of beauty.

He got up and came over to me, standing with his hips at my shoulders.
His penis hung down near eye level - it was like he was giving me an
opportunity to visually inspect him. I tried to be coy, but the allure
was too great. I stared.

"You'd like to touch it, wouldn't you?"

Before I could answer, he continued, "you know, I haven't greeted you
properly today. Stand up and let me do that now."

I stood up and he took my hands, and then looked back over his shoulder
at the two wives. They were in rapt attention.

"You know," he said, "our friendship is taking on new dimensions, isn't
it? I mean, I think you really like me. I think you really look forward
to being with me."

I looked away, afraid to reveal my true feelings for fear of turning him
off. I just stood there, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes," I finally
whispered. "Me too," her responded as he bent down to kiss me.

I'm proud of myself, though. I didn't allow him to sweep me off my feet.
I applied a controlled kiss of passion and placed my hand behind his neck
and pulled myself to his body. He is so much stronger than I am; I felt
the muscles on his other arm as he pulled me close. He had taken control
and I now had lost control. My erection was now pressed firmly against
his upper thigh, broadcasting that I was completely his. At that moment,
I felt like I would do anything to assure his continued attraction to me.
I would become whatever he wanted me to become. It felt like love.

"Now, now, boys. Let's see those penises," demanded Marjory.

"Uh, oh," whispered Jim. "You're in trouble with that hard-on. And I've
got a little something going on down there also, thanks to that perfume
you're wearing."

I blushed and then he kissed me gently on the lips and we parted. I
indeed had a full erection; he had a beautiful semi. At that moment I
determined that there is nothing more beautiful than a size large,
perfectly proportioned, semi-erect penis. Jim set the standard.

"Maybe we should all get in the pool," suggested Susie.

Things cooled down for a while as we all sat and ate and drank. Jim then
suggested that I get back in the pool with him.

While standing in the shallow end, our backs to the women, Jim said, "You
never answered my question."

"What question was that?"

He looked down at his penis and then up at me. "I asked you if you'd like
to touch it. You can if you'd like."

I didn???t respond at first, scared about what was being offered. I was
dying to touch it, hold it, stroke it. But I knew that this would take
our friendship to a new level, one from which we could never return. If
he liked the way I touched him, he would want me to do it again???and
again. If he didn't, the spell could be broken and our relationship
return to being just the husbands of best friends.

I looked up at him and our eyes me. It was an intense moment because I
moved my hand along his stomach and then leaned up for a kiss. I didn't
want the wives to think anything unusual was taking place.

I slowly slid my hand down until it's side rested at the base of his
penis. It was well above the water line and it felt hot. I slowly turned
my hand face down and let my fingers walk along the shaft. I was gentle,
as I remember the way Susie used to touch me. Delicate and soft, finally
arriving at the head. Our kissing became more intense as I palpated his
crown; I detected engorgement. He liked it! Encouraged, I continued to
explore - not with the intent of exciting him, just with an almost
innocent exploration. I was satisfying my own desires and hoped that they
corresponded with his. He kissed me deeper the more I explored.

He was approaching full erection and I was approaching the act of
masturbating him. I so wanted to just stroke his penis and bring him to
climax, make him want me more. But, before I could act on my desires,
Marjory again interrupted our fun.

"OK boys, it looks pretty hot from here. I think you two should get back
to your wives, don't you agree, Susie."

"Yes, I do. We're getting lonely here, having to entertain ourselves."

As we exited the pool, we both had full erections, although I'm not sure
anybody noticed mine.

"Looks like we got you two just in the nick of time," continued Susie.
"Better come over here and sit apart from each other."

Later, when I was kissing Jim good-bye, I tried to slip my hand down
between his legs. He caught it before the wives saw and placed his arm
under mine and around my back, preventing me from repeating the attempt.
He whispered, "not now, not here." Leaving me to wonder when and where?

* * * * *

The week went by slowly. Marjory and Jim accepted our invitation for a
Saturday swim session and I couldn't wait. Susie detected my anxiety and
tried to distract me - but not with sex. We hadn't made love in weeks,
and we hadn't had one of my masturbation sessions since Sunday morning.
But we did have strategy sessions nearly every night. Monday night was
the first.

"How do you think Jim likes the changes?"

"He commented on the perfume. I'm not sure he noticed my shaved legs or
my lipstick."

"Oh, he noticed your legs, alright. He commented to Marjory and me what
great legs you have. I'm jealous."

"I'm sure they're no competition to your great set. Did he say anything
about my lipstick?"

"Not to me. Next time we'll be less subtle. And maybe a little eyeliner
and shadow."

"I don't know about that. Maybe I shouldn't go so fast."

"No way. This is how you seduce a man, sweetie. Steady increase in
intensity until he is completely trapped. Don't you think he displayed
greater interest in you?"

"I guess."

"He let you touch his penis, didn't he? That's why he was hard when you
two were separated, isn't it?"

"I guess so."

"He didn't force you, did he? You nearly begged him to let you touch it,
didn't you?" Susie was excited in uncovering this development. She
understood completely what happened and was glad it did. There was no
shame or accusation in her tone. Just understanding.

"Yes. Yes, I guess I lost control."

"That's OK, sweetie. It's understandable. You want to be completely
familiar with how to please him. And it was clear that you do know how to
please him. But we can't stop here. You are nearly female from the waist
down, we should do the same from the shoulders up. Do you trust me, Jon?"

"Yes, of course I trust you Susie. I just can't believe you are doing all
this for me, your husband. You have been completely right so far, and I
have only you to credit with my success. And I love you for it. Mold me
into the person that Jim wants as much as I want him."

She leaned down and kissed me deeply. "I just put real lipstick on. How
does it taste?"

"It tastes wonderful."

"Jim will think so as well."

"Can we make love now, Susie?"

"Jon, put thoughts like that out of that pretty little head of yours. Our
lovemaking days are over; you need to focus all of your sexual interests
on Jim. I'm not even sure masturbation is a good thing for you now. But
we'll revisit that later on."

I wasn't heartbroken; if anything, I was reassured that Susie was in
control and would impose any limitations or changes she thought necessary
to make me more attractive to Jim.

Wednesday night Susie informed me that she wanted to experiment with
make-up and that I should meet her in the bedroom.

"Take your shirt off, sweetie, and sit down in front of the vanity."

I did as instructed and noticed all the make-up she had lined up. She
bent down and looked closely at my face, considering how best to display
my attributes.

"Well, the first thing we have to do is pluck those eyebrows. Now hold
still." and she proceeded to shape my eyebrows. She then applied eyeliner
and eye shadow, and then some foundation and a little rouge to accent my
high cheek-bones. By facing me, she prevented me from seeing myself in
the mirror as she progressed.

"OK, now for some lipstick. Tell me, sweetie, how do you feel?"

"I feel OK, why?"

"No, I mean, do you feel happy, sexy, angry, or just melancholy?"

"Well, the way you have been pampering me, I feel extremely sexy."

She reached down and felt my crotch. "Wow, I guess you do. That's quite
an erection you've got there."

"Sorry, your attention excites me."

"Then, I think a nice shade of red is proper for your first time. Maybe
not for Saturday, but this evening might be nice."

She picked a shade and then applied it meticulously. "OK, now I'm going
to let you look at yourself but I want you to spend some time before you
comment."

She moved aside and I could hardly recognize myself. I looked not just
feminine - I looked like a girl. And a damn pretty girl.

"What do you think?" asked Susie.

"I'm kinda shocked. What do you think?"

"I think you look very pretty; striking, actually. I knew you had
feminine facial features, but I never imagined you could look so???so
beautiful. You really look great."

I looked at myself again and realized that she was right. It sent a
shiver over my entire body. I liked what I saw; I liked looking like a
girl. The realization changed my attitude completely; suddenly I wanted
to act like a girl, I wanted to present myself as a girl, I wanted to be
a girl.

I brought my knees together and shifted on the stool in the direction of
Susie. I had my eyes lowered, communicating shame as I spoke. "I like
it." I raised my eyes to meet Susie's and she leaned down and kissed me
on the mouth. "I knew you would; maybe not this quickly, but I knew you'd
be impressed. And I like it very much. We'll play with it over the next
couple of nights and then you can choose which mix for Saturday. But for
the rest of the night, I want you to keep it on and get used to it."

I stood up to grab my shirt but Susie snatched it away. "I think you need
a top to go with that look. And take off those pants and show off those
beautiful legs."

I was soon standing in front of Susie nude with a solid erection as she
rummage through her dresser. "Here, put these short-shorts on and see if
you can conceal that thing," pointing to my hard-on.

"Here's a nice off-the-should crop top. Let's see how you look in this."

The shorts were fairly androgynous but the top was pure female. But it
felt wonderful. I loved the way it exposed by shoulders and across my
chest just above my nipples. I felt so feminine. But I couldn't do
anything about my erection; it was the only thing that revealed my
maleness.

"Once you get used to the make-up and clothes, I suspect you'll be able
to control your penis better."

The rest of the week was dedicated to experimentation in femininity. I
did get somewhat used to my change of image, but by Friday night I
couldn't wait to get home from work and find out the next stage. I was
waiting for Susie at the vanity table when she arrive home from work.

"My, my. Looks who's anxious to get made-up. Uh oh, I see we neglected to
remove the eyeliner from last night's session. Do you think anyone
noticed?"

"Oh no! I did get some strange looks today but I thought my new eyebrows
had finally been noticed. What am I going to do?"

"Just ignore them and be yourself. Maybe you'll start wearing eyeliner
every day - or more."

"Or less," I responded. I didn't want this change to carry over to my
work. Susie didn't respond and quickly changed the subject.

"OK, tonight we will go for the scaled back version - less hooker, more
virgin. We'll just keep the eyeliner and add some lipstick. I think light
pink will do nicely."

It was certainly more subtle than the other nights, but I still saw
myself as a girl. Especially when she had me remove my clothes and put on
a sun dress. It was the first dress I had ever had on and it felt
scandalous not having on any panties. The dress was just reached my
mid-thigh. Susie had me model it for her.

"You look stunning, sweetie. Pull up your skirt and let me see if you
like it." She, of course, wanted to see if I had an erection; my size was
inadequate to show under a skirt.

"I think you really like this, Jon. And I like it too. It's like playing
dress-up with a real live doll. I think Jim is going to like the new Jon
also."

"I can't wear this over there tomorrow! I thought it was just some
make-up. I like this look for tomorrow, but not dress. OK?"

"I'll let you know tomorrow. In the meantime, get comfortable in the
dress. There's only one thing more feminine than a dress."

"What's that?"

"A bra, silly. It's the most feminine garment there is. But you don't
have to worry about that just yet."

I didn't understand her last comment but I let it drop. I paraded around
the room, feeling the skirt swish across my erection, checking myself in
the mirror, trying to be as feminine as possible.

The next morning, as we were getting ready to leave, Susie informed me
that I would be wearing her suit bottoms again but with a skimpy tee
shirt top. I was relieved that she didn't make we wear the sun dress.

My make-up was identical to what I had on last night - subtle but
definitely evident. After she applied perfume and checked my hair, we
were off.

When we pulled into their driveway, I was visibly shaken. "Sweetie,
there's no reason to be scared. Marjory and Jim are our best friends."

"But what if Jim doesn't like this new look?. What if he wants the old
Jon back?"

"Trust me, he won't. Have I been right so far?"

"Yes, I guess so. But still."

"Just remember, try to play hard-to-get. You didn't change your
appearance for him, you did it because it's the real you. Act like it
doesn't matter to you if he likes it or not; it's how you want to present
yourself to the world. OK?"

"I'll try. But, I really only want to present myself to him. I hope he
approves."

Both Marjory and Jim greeted us at their front door. Marjory and Susie
embraced in a deep, long kiss as Jim and I stood on either side. When
they finished, Marjory invited Susie into the kitchen, leaving Jim and I
alone; awkwardly alone.

Jim was the first to speak. "You look different."

"I'm trying out some new things. I still have Susie's bikini bottoms on."

"I know that; that's not what I mean. It's your face. It looks so much
softer, even cuter than before. Come here so I can get a better look."

I took a step toward him. He grabbed both arms and pulled me closer.
"Yes, it's make-up. I like it. I like it very much."

He leaned down and our lips met. I truly felt like I was a girl being
kissed by prince charming. He pulled me tight and deepened the kiss. I
returned his passion but I was completely passive from the head down; my
arms were by my side but my body was pressed against his. He was in
complete control; he could do with me as he wanted. And what he wanted at
the moment was to feel my butt. His hands traveled down my back and each
grabbed and squeezed a bun, pulling my groin into his upper leg. My penis
had grown erect in a downward, uncomfortable position but it didn't
matter. I wanted him close to me everywhere.

"I love that perfume. Thank you for wearing it again. I really like your
new look. Every day it seems like you surprise me. This is quite a
friendship, isn't it?"

I was breathless. "You surprise me also; I mean with your friendship,
that is."

"Let's go out to the pool before we get carried away."

I followed him out back where the wives had already set up the
refreshments.

"Off with the trunks, boys," commanded Marjory.

I was pleased to see that Jim had a semi-erect penis; just the little
make-up I had on had affected him like that. I remained fully erect.

"Looks like we got you two just in the nick-of-time again. I don't know
what we are going to do with you two. An innocent greeting kiss has
turned into quite an exciting display of friendship. What do you think,
Susie?"

"I think we have to help them control themselves. But I do admire their
ardor. And I do enjoy watching them kiss. There is so much honest passion
between the two. Almost as much as between us Marjory."

The wives laughed briefly as Jim and I stood there, humiliated at having
our actions described in not so innocent terms. Was it obvious to Marjory
and Jim how I felt about him? Was I making a fool of myself - acting like
a hussy in his presence, showing virtually no restraint, presenting
myself as a tart. I turned red with embarrassment.

Jim looked at me and smiled lightly. "Caught," he said. "Guilty as
charged." He grabbed my hand and led me to a chair next to my wife. He
sat next to his wife.

The afternoon went quickly even though I participated in little
conversation. All I could think about was Jim sitting across from me
nude, looking wonderfully handsome. Occasionally he would extend his foot
over to rub against mine, and look at me absent-mindedly and smile. Each
time my penis would respond with a semi-erection; and each time my wife
noticed the growth but she said nothing.

Finally, Marjory invited Susie inside and Jim and I were alone.

"Let's get in the shallow end," he suggested. I quickly agreed and found
myself next to him facing away from the house.

"Would you like to touch it again?"

This time I answered, but not before I leaned up and kissed him. "Yes, I
so want to. May I?"

"If that's what you want."

We were in water up to our knees. I was leaning against his side and I
slid my hand down his stomach to meet the shaft. God it felt wonderful.
"I was hoping you'd let me do it again. It is so beautiful."

"Thank you. I like the way you touch it," he said as he kissed my
forehead. "You are so gentle and your hands are so feminine. I bet you'd
look great with nail polish."

I barely heard this last comment as I leaned my head against his shoulder
and began to palpate his penis. He responded immediately. I felt the
head, so smooth and hot. I ran my finger over his slit, so big that I
could nearly slip my finger inside. He kissed my forehead again. "That's
it, Jon. I love your touch."

I reached down to his scrotum and took it all in my hand, virtually
measuring his balls. They began to draw up and his scrotum tighten. I
returned to his penis, which was fully hard and pulsating as he flexed
it. I couldn't help myself and started to stroke him; I started to
masturbate my friend. I wanted nothing in return, just the pleasure of
stroking him, of pleasing him, of bringing him to orgasm. Yes, that would
prove his desire for me - to cause him to ejaculate. And I was in the
process, stroking him slowly, sensually. "I love your penis, Jim. I've
never touched anyone else but I can't stop wanting to touch you. It just
feels so right, so natural, so perfect."

He kissed me gently and said, "I want you to kiss it, Jon. I want you to
bend down and take my penis in your mouth and show me how much you love
it."

I was startled by his command. Not only was he asserting his dominance,
but he was directing me to do something new that would remove our
friendship further from innocence. I looked at his erect penis and it
defied innocence; it expressed lust and I was its object. At that moment
I would have done anything he asked of me as long as I could remain his
pleasure giver. I bent down and kissed the shaft and then the head, and
then the slit. I pulled it against my cheek and slid it around to my
mouth. I kissed it again and then slid it into my mouth. I swooned with
pleasure at the feel of his solid, hot erection. It filled my mouth and I
began to salivate. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he gently
pushed me down, forcing his shaft to the back of my throat. I only took
about a third of his penis before I gagged.

"That's OK, Jon. Keep trying to take it all. Gagging is a sign of love.
Show me you want to consume it all and someday you will."

I tried again, and again, as he assisted me with pressure. I considered
this to be the ultimate act of devotion; the ultimate act of submission.
I felt so happy being able to serve Jim this way.

Jim began pumping into my mouth and I grabbed his shaft and began
stroking it in rhythm. And then it happened. I felt him push deeply into
my throat and then explode with semen. He released a little pressure and
began to pump slowly as he continued to ejaculate. I swallowed everything
he deposited.

As I pulled off of him, I kissed the tip. His penis now looked red and
angry, almost dangerous. I liked what I had caused and kissed it again.

I don't know how long Susie had been there, but if she had been watching
there was no confusing what was going on, even though our backs were to
the house. "Jon, I think we need to freshen our lipstick. Can you come
with me?"

I looked up at Jim and slowly released his penis. I exited the pool while
Jim remained facing away to conceal his erection. I couldn't conceal
mine.

I followed Susie into the bathroom. I noticed that her lipstick was
smeared; I looked in the mirror and noticed mine was also. "This is what
a girl has to do occasionally in order to maintain a composed
appearance." With that, she cleaned up her mouth and reapplied her
lipstick. "Marjory got a little carried away. I think she still loves me,
Jon."

"But she loves Jim."

"Maybe, but we'll talk about that later. Now clean up your mouth and I'll
freshen your face." She then applied fresh lipstick to me, but this time
a much darker color to match hers. I figured that since I had performed a
perfectly female act on a male, I should look the part. I was quickly
losing all inhibitions.

When we exited, Marjory and Jim were sitting at the table, nursing fresh
drinks. Drinks were waiting for us. As I sat down I could see that Jim,
like me, was completely flaccid. His penis, unlike mine, was even
impressive soft; mine was just small. I tried to act as feminine as
possible, and sat with my knees together and legs pulled under. I
adjusted my penis and scrotum to be on top of my joined thighs. I kept
looking at my hands and envisioning nail polish.

We left that evening after a standard farewell kiss. Marjory and Susie
were very reserved, so Jim and I were also.

When we got home, Susie immediately began quizzing me on Jim's response
to my new appearance. "I think he loved it. He sure acted like he did," I
replied.

"What were you two doing in the pool when I came out to get you?"

"Just being together. I really like just being close to him."

"You were doing more than just being close, sweetie. I saw how you were
bent over and I saw your erection"

I looked down and didn't say anything. I wasn't sure I wanted to admit
that the innocence had been lost. "I was just touching him, that's all."

"Sweetie, it's alright if you were touching his penis. Even with your
mouth. Did he ask you to?"

"Kinda. He said it was OK if I wanted to."

"And you did want to, didn't you, Jon? More than anything in the world,
am I right?"

I looked up at her with tears welling in my eyes. To admit this to my
wife was to admit my deepest desires - desires that didn't include her. I
didn't know how she would take it. But I had no choice.

"Yes, you're right."

"Were you sucking Jim?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't care whether he even touched you or not, right? All you
cared about was giving him pleasure, making him happy."

"Yes."

"I'm happy for you, Jon. Those are the emotions of a woman; a women who's
willing to sacrifice all for her man. Making him happy makes her happy.
Is that how you feel?"

"Yes."

Susie leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. "There's nothing to be
ashamed of, Jon. This is your true self. I am proud of you. And with my
help, we're going to let it all happen. And, here's why. Remember in the
bathroom I told you that I thought Marjory was still in love with me?"

"Yes"

"Well, I'm still in love with her, Jon. I guess I have always been in
love with her, but I just suppressed it. When you and I met, I had just
broken up with Marjory because I was confused. I loved her but I didn't
want to be a lesbian. I wanted to be a normal woman and have a husband.
You were the perfect substitute - you had all the female characteristics
I am attracted to, except breasts, and you are a guy. I made it my
mission to sweep you off your feet and settle down into a normal
relationship. Everything was going fine until Marjory and Jim moved into
town.

"I knew the minute the four of us got together that I still loved her.
And she still loves me. We've been making love at every opportunity -
like this afternoon. So that is why I am so supportive of your new self.
I want you to sweep Jim off his feet so I can have Marjory all to myself.
Now you know what's going on, Jon. Now you know why we are such a great
team but we will never make love again. And you shouldn't masturbate
because you need all your sexual energy for Jim."

I was confused but also relieved. None of this really made sense until
now. She was so understanding, yet too generous. But now I see that she
was actually manipulating the whole affair to her benefit. Yet, I was
glad she had; otherwise, I would be stuck in a normal relationship while
my wife was having a lesbian affair.

"I don't know what to say, Susie. Was anybody else in on your little
scheme?"

"Just Marjory. She was advising me on Jim's weaknesses. Jim is as
oblivious as you were 10 minutes ago. His responses have been totally
honest, as well as predictable. So nothing that really matters to you has
changed, sweetie. Other than you should never have a guilty conscience
for cheating on me. Because you didn't. I was cheating on you and just
needed a way to make it work out in the open."

"Will Marjory know I know tomorrow?"

"Not unless you want me to tell her. Eventually we will have to square it
in the open with both you and Jim. Hopefully, it will be as big a relief
to him as it is to you. That's why I have to make you irresistible to
him. Jon, I want Jim to desire you the way you desire him. I want you two
to live as lovers while Marjory and I live as lovers. Trust me, and this
will all work out."

"Please don't tell Marjory that I know, then. I want this to carry on as
you planned because I do want Jim to fall for me - naturally and without
any outside pressure."

"OK, then. We need to speed up your transition. Here, I want you to wear
this to bed tonight."

She handed me a pink chiffon teddy. No panties. It felt wonderfully
smooth against my skin. Except for my growing erection, I could be
mistaken for a female. I liked it as I modeled myself in the mirror.

The next morning I was the first up and was standing in front of the
mirror when Susie awoke.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked.

"It just feels so wonderful. It makes me feel so special."

"I'm glad, sweetie. You look wonderful. You can have that teddy; I got it
for you."

"Thank you, thank you." I said with glee.

"Go make us some coffee and then we'll talk some more." Susie always made
the coffee so this was a real switch.

When I returned to the bedroom, she was sitting up and patted the bed
next to her. "Sit here sweetie. I want to ask you a question."

"OK, what is it?"

"Jon, do you consider yourself gay?"

"No, of course not. I just happen to be attracted to Jim. I swear I'm not
attracted to any other men."

"Well, if I told you to have sex with some other man, an attractive, well
hung man, would you do it?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

"Well, think hard. If I ordered you to do it, after you were totally made
up, in full make-up, in sun dress, the works, would you do it? Think
about how sexy you feel when you are dressed up; think about obeying my
orders. Would you?"

"Maybe, if you really wanted it."

"Forget about what I really want; just focus on the fact that I ordered
you to do it. Would you?" She was looking at me intently in the eyes,
staring to emphasize the importance of her question. I understood that
there was only one answer I could give."

"Yes, I would do what you ordered me to do."

"Would you enjoy it?"

"I would enjoy fulfilling your command. Since I've never had sex with a
man, I don't know if I would enjoy it. But I would do it for you."

"Good. I agree that you're not gay, Jon. But you are a sissy, a
beautiful, perfect sissy, sweetie. And once you accept the fact, the
happier you'll be."

I was shocked at the accusation. I had never considered the possibility
that I was a sissy. I enjoyed the role-playing, but that was all I
thought it was - a strategy to attract Jim. Not a permanent condition. I
figured that once Jim and I became lovers, I would just do the
role-playing on occasion. My wife was telling me that the role-playing
was my real self, and that any return to a male appearance would be
temporary. Tears began to well-up in my eyes.

"Don't be sad, sweetie. I love you as a sissy. I want you as a sissy. And
I think that's the only way you're going to capture Jim. We agree he's
not gay, so he's not attracted to your male persona. He's attracted to
the sissy you. Be happy that we discovered this and can use it to your
advantage."

I was really confused. I looked at Susie and started to sob. "I don't
want to be a sissy."

"Oh, but I do want you to be a sissy, Jon. And we have discovered that
you are happiest as a sissy. So there'll be no more talk about it. You
are what you are. What I don't want is for you to transition from sissy
to gay."

"I'm not gay."

"I know sweetie, and you're not going to become gay." She got out of bed
and went to her dresser and pulled out a package.

"The difference between a sissy and a gay is that a sissy is not overly
concerned with personal pleasure. He is totally consumed with the sexual
pleasure of his partner. That is a strong female trait and therefore it
is natural that sissies want to be female. A gay, on the other hand, is
first and foremost concerned with their own orgasm. Their attraction to
other men is their source of orgasm. Gays are selfish; sissies are
selfless. I want you to stay a sissy - my husband and my sissy. Now take
off that teddy and lie on the bed, on your back."

I did as she ordered. She approached me with the package and sat down on
the bed next to my groin. I saw something pink and plastic in her hand,
several pieces of pink plastic.

"This is a chastity cage, sweetie, and I want you to wear it. It???s a size
small and will prevent and growth. This way, you won't be tempted to seek
direct sexual pleasure from Jim. Your pleasure will have to come only
from satisfying him."

She slipped my penis into the cage and then fastened a ring around my
scrotum and over my penis. She had a small lock that she used to secure
the two parts. The lock's key was on a chain that she slipped over head
to hang around her neck.

I watched all of this as a passive observer, not being familiar with any
of it. But suddenly I realized I was trapped and only she could release
me.

"That's right, Jon. I control all sexual pleasure you can now get from
your penis. So, you could say that I now have complete control over my
sissy husband." With that she pulled me off the bed to stand in front of
her. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

She hugged me tightly. "I'm so happy, sweetie. We're going to be so
happy. You look so cute, so adorable. And from what I understand, most
sissies are able to have mild orgasms through anal stimulation. You know
what the prostate gland is, don't you Jon. When a man is penetrated from
the rear, if done right his prostate gland is stimulated with every
thrust. A form of orgasm can follow that, I hear, is very nice. Sissies
discover that this is the best way to satisfy their sexual needs. The
beauty of it is that it is primarily performed in order to satisfy their
partner's needs. I think Jim's penis would match your prostate
perfectly."

I hadn't considered the fact that Jim might want to penetrate me.

"And Jim is going to love the way you look. I can't wait to see his
expression.

I panicked. "You're not going to make me wear this while he's here!"

"Oh yes, sweetie. This is your coming-out party. Today there will be no
subtlety. You will be in a dress with full make-up. Which reminds me, we
must do your nails. I intend to present you to our guests as a sissy,
nothing more, nothing less."

"Oh, Susie. Please don't do this to me. What if they laugh at me, what if
Jim laughs at me?"

"I don't think you have to worry about that. I assure you, after I finish
with you this morning, he'll find you irresistible. But you're going to
have to trust me."

I didn't respond, but I was quietly sobbing. "Go ahead, sweetie, get it
out of your system. Tears will change nothing and I don't want tears to
ruin your make-up."

She then had me stand and model my new device. It wasn't uncomfortable
and I could see that I would have to sit to pee, but otherwise it was not
much of an inconvenience. "Wait right there, I have just the thing to set
it off," she said. She exited the room briefly and returned with a strip
of pink ribbon, which she tied around my scrotum and penis, tying a
pretty bow to sit on top of the chastity ring. I actually liked it since
it added a definite feminine touch.
Later that morning I was sitting at the vanity while Susie gave me a full
manicure.  She did my feet too, said she wanted me to look perfect for
Jim. Hot pink was her choice of color, it made me look so feminine. My
fingers and toes looked so sexy, I felt so girly. Then she did my face
doing my eyes in deep lavender shades and darkened my eyelashes with
mascara and black eyeliner. My eyes sparkled!  She fussed a little gel in
my hair and finally applied a shimmering deep pink lipstick and a wet
coat of glitter pink lip gloss. My little penis felt odd in its pink
plastic cage but it made me feel special.
Susie picked out a simple cream colored spaghetti strap sun dress and
decided that with my chastity cage on I would not need to wear panties,
though deep down inside I really wanted to wear some, that pair of silky
pink bikini panties she had me masterbate in for her when she made me
tell her how Jim's cock made me feel.  Susie and I were nearly the same
shoe size, she thought I would look fabulous in high heels.  Susie got me
the pair of silver rhinestone strappy high heel sandals I loved seeing
her in.  I wobbled around the room but got a little steady and it felt
amazing to be walking in heels.  My pink toes looked stunning in the high
heels, I felt like a queen. And suddenly I was complete and looked at
myself in the mirror. Except for a flat chest, I saw a beautiful young
women in a sexy dress. A young women who was in the prime of her sexual
life and was advertizing her availability.  I was floating.

"You don't think this is too much?" I asked Susie, "are you sure he won't
think I am gay?"

"Don't be silly. Jim is going to love it. Now, sit over there while I get
ready. They're due here any minute."

Susie put on her usual skimpy pink and yellow string bikini and thin
faded denim blouse. "Wait up here until I tell you to come down." With
that she went down to prepare the refreshments.

Minutes later I heard Marjory and Jim arrive. There was an extended
moment of silence, which I knew meant that Susie and Marjory were having
an elaborate greeting kiss. Then some talking and then I heard Susie walk
to the bottom of the stairs and call for me to come down. I was shaking I
was so nervous but also very, very excited.

As I approached the entry hall, I could hear Susie preparing them for my
entrance. Their backs were to me listening to Susie, who was looking in
my direction. As the high heels clicked across the floor Marjory and Jim
heard me as I entered; Susie looked up and smiled. "Here she is now."

I was taken aback by her referring to me as "she" but that was quickly
forgotten when I saw the looks of approval on Marjory and Jim's face.

"Come here and let me look at you," squealed Marjory. "You are absolutely
beautiful," and kissed me on the cheek. "Don't you think so, Jim?"

"Yes, I do. I really do. Jon, you look amazing. I never imagined you
would take it this far; but I love it. Maybe I could get that greeting
kiss from my lady?"

I was timid in response; bashful, actually. He took a step toward me and
reached out a hand and raised my chin up till we were looking each other
in our eyes. I could tell that he meant the compliment; I could tell that
he was genuinely attracted to me. My makeup was perfect, stunning, sexy.

"You do look amazing," he whispered again huskily as he leaned down and
gently kissed my lips. It took my breath away. He was so wonderful. I
knew that Susie had made the right decision for me. All I wanted to do
was be everything that Jim wanted. I waited breathlessly for a second
kiss and when it finally landed I melted into his arms. I was so happy,
except that my response was creating sexual difficulties. I wanted to
become erect but the cage was preventing any growth. It was becoming
painful as Jim explored my mouth and let his hand drift down my back to
my butt and fondle my ass through the thin material of the dress. God I
wanted to rub against him but I didn't dare for fear of revealing my
chastity cage. I brushed my hand against his cock and could tell he was
hard.

"I bet Jon is feeling some discomfort right about now," commented Susie.

"What do you mean?" asked Marjory.

"You'll see shortly. OK, break it up you two love birds. Let's all go out
to the pool and relax."

When we got to the pool and all had sat down, the conversation turned to
me and my appearance. Jim kept staring at me while Marjory was pestering
me about my make-up and such. Being there in a dress, makeup and high
heels I was intoxicated with this new aspect of my sexuality.  I was not
exactly sure what I was feeling, I know Susie and I had ascertained that
neither Jim or I were gay, but at that moment I knew that I really was
gay, that I wanted Jim as my lover more than anything.

Finally Susie asserted that the no trunks rule was still in effect and
that Jim and I had to disrobe from the waist down if we were going to
stay out there. Jim quickly jumped up and took off his shirt and trunks.
I noticed that he had a partial erection.

All three then looked at me. "Well?" said Marjory. "Your turn."

Inside my mind was panicking. I had passed the first appearance test; the
second might be more difficult.  Maybe they would think the pink chastity
cage was just a quirky treatment for the day; it seemed to me that it was
the ultimate demonstration of my emasculation by Susie.

"Jon, take off your dress sweetie and show them." commanded Susie.

Facing away from all three I timidly slipped the straps of the dress off
my shoulders and then let it slide down to the ground.

"Turn around Sweetie so we can all see."

I turned and faced all three, feeling more than humiliated and
embarrassed. I was clearly emasculated by my wife, stripped of all
 traces of masculinity. I stood before them with my smallish penis
encased in a pink chastity cage, topped by a cute pink ribbon.

"Jon has become a sissy for you Jim, you should be his husband, rather
than he as mine." teased Susie. "Isn't she adorable?"

"You are, Jon. And with that thing on your penis, you have no reason not
to think, act and perform as a anything other than as a girl. Just
lovely. What do you think, Jim" Marjory cooed.

"Amazing! I think I'm in love," Jim gushed, enthralled by my
transformation.

"I have the key here, I'll give it to you Jim" Susie said as she slipped
the thin chain holding the key to the pink chastity device around Jim's
neck. "There. You can now be Jon's keeper."

Truth be known, standing there in high heels, toes and fingers glittery
pink, fabulous makeup, the wonderful taste of lipstick on my lips, naked
save for the pink chastity cage, I was losing my inhibition and was
loving it showing off for the two women and especially Jim. Never had I
contemplated being gay but the way I felt now I knew I certainly was.  I
raised both arms above my head to show off my naked body and reveal that
I was smooth and hairless, even my underarms were shaved smooth.  Jim's
cock was nearly erect as he admired me.

"Let's have a toast to the new Jon." responded Marjory. We all grabbed
our glass and drank up.

Even as I was feeling a little more relaxed, I then realized I was
standing there in front of all three as if I were on display. Jim was
next to his wife, who was next to Susie. Suddenly I was alone and afraid.
I was not used to being the center of attention; and certainly not
comfortable with my pink chastity cage and pink ribbon. I was blushing
and looked away, covering my groin with my hands. Suddenly I felt a sense
of shame at my appearance, at what I had become.

"Look at us, sweetie," commanded Susie. I looked up but kept my hands in
front of my penis.

"Take your hands away," ordered Susie. "You have nothing to be ashamed
of; this is the choice you made. It's the choice that we both wanted. I
want to say in front of our friends that I encouraged Jon in this and
have no regrets. Jon, you were my husband, now you are a sissy and should
become Jim's wife."

Tears welled up in my eyes, I fought them back to not ruin my makeup. I
looked at Jim; he smiled. "Don't cry, Jon," said Susie. "I've known all
along that this was what you really are inside; I'm just so proud of you
for accepting your femininity. You make a much better sissy than you do a
man. Don't you agree, Jim?"

Jim looked at Marjory, almost asking for approval to speak. She nodded
slightly. Then Jim walked over to me and took my hands. "I think you are
very lovely. Look what you do to me."

I looked down and Jim was fully erect. I looked up and our eyes met. An
understanding was exchanged and then he kissed me gently. I wrapped my
hand onto his hard cock and tugged on it as we kissed. It took all I had
inside me to not drop to my knees right then and there and engulf Jim's
big hard cock in my mouth in front of everyone. Having the girls watch us
kiss and have me unabashedly jack on Jim's hard cock as we kissed excited
me beyond belief, it made my little penis ache as it strained against the
confines of its pink plastic cage. When he broke the kiss our wives were
beaming.

"Susie and I are going back to our new home together," Marjory announced
as I stood there holding Jim's hand. "We know you two should be alone
together now here in your new home."

With that, hand in hand our two wives left and Jim and I were finally
alone together.  Jim took my hand and led me into the house my heels
clicking across the floor and me all but naked, through the kitchen and
upstairs to the bedroom I once shared with Susie. Now I would share the
bed with Jim as his lover, his partner, perhaps even as his wife.  None
of that mattered now, with Susie and Marjory thankfully out of the house
I could be alone with Jim without the chiding, snipping, emasculation I
had endured up to this point.  The emasculation did not bother me
anymore, it made me feel alive to be openly feminine for Jim.

When he closed the door behind us we kissed passionately as I melted in
his arms, "I've wanted you for so long," he told me. I swooned as his hot
breath and soft words touched my ears and his face nuzzled my neck.
"Marjory was always such a bitch to me.  I never had any joy in our
marriage till you and Susie came into our lives."

What he would tell me later was the few times he made love to Marjory he
fantasized about making love to me, it was the only way he could ever
climax thinking about being gay with me. And I would reveal as well to
him all the times I masturbated in front of Susie telling her about my
desires for him and how excited it got me thinking about his cock.

What Susie was not aware of was that after she along with Marjory
encouraged my romantic infatuation with Jim and encouraged me to
masturbate in front of her as she increased her emasculation of me I
would sneak a pair of her panties and masturbate in them fantasizing
about being Jim's lover. I always tingled with the naughtiness of
sneaking her panties, they always felt so good on my little penis me
dreaming of being alone and naked with Jim. I masturbated to some mind
bending orgasms dreaming of this day.  Now it was a reality, dreams do
come true.

Standing there with Jim naked and hard and me nearly naked save for the
high heels and the pink chastity cage it was perhaps the most exciting
sexual moment of my life.  I pulled on his massive hard cock as we
kissed, it felt so good to be alone with Jim and be able to touch it
freely without Susie or Marjory telling us the "stop and break it up."
Jim's hands roamed all over my smooth naked body caressing my ass,
squeezing it, groping it and then slipping a finger between the cheeks
fingering my tight bung hole.  We fell slowly onto the bed together as
our passions heated and our desire for each other exploded.

Gasping for breath we nuzzled, kissed like hungry animals and ran our
hands all over each others bodies.  I played with his incredibly hard
cock the whole time he fingered my bung hole, it was driving me crazy it
felt so good.  Finally I could not stand it anymore and slid down
engulfing cock in my mouth again, this time not having to try and hide it
from Susie and Marjory, finally able to suck Jim's cock with the ardor it
so richly deserved. His cock smelled divine, so manly and musky, the
pheromones of his masculinity driving me wild with its scent and taste.

"Oh yes Babe, suck my cock," Jim encouraged me. "Such a pretty little
cocksucker. Margie has nothing on you, she hates cock."

"Mmmmmmmffffffhhh," was all I could reply, nodding my head in the
affirmative, not wanting his cock to leave my mouth.

"Oh. Fuck. Yes," Jim exclaimed as I made love to his cock with my mouth.

It was heavenly. I felt like I was as I should be - completely feminine
and subservient to an alpha male. Jim was magnificent in all respects,
but more-so with his wonderfully large penis. At that moment I knew I
loved being a sissy, I loved Jim, and I loved Jim's penis. His erection
was stronger than I could remember. My erection ached against its pink
cage with sticky pre-cum leaking out the slit.  Nothing compared to the
pleasure I felt in servicing Jim.

Jim pulled me up into his arms as we kissed madly again. I jacked on his
cock as he fingered my "pussy" again.

"I want you inside me," I whispered as his finger probed deeper. He
kissed me harder.

I fumbled through the drawer next to the bed for some lube I knew Susie
used for her dildos.  Jim then did something very strange but something I
admit that it turned me on very much; he stuck his middle finger that he
was finger fucking my ass with and made me sniff it. I thought I would
faint it turned me on so much. Didn't smell like poop, more of just an
earthly hormone scent. Soon with his middle finger well lubed he was
fingering me deeper and deeper as I jacked on his cock.  Then pulling it
out he lubed his cock as I spread my legs for him.  I was on my back as
he was whispering "You are so hot.  I've wanted to fuck you since our
first kiss."

Jim pushed the head of his magnificent cock poking it at my tight hole.
He then humped it in a little bit.

"Oh, that feels wonderful, ouch, oh, oh, please go slow. Oh it hurts." A
burst of pain went through my body. "Go slow," I whimpered. Jim did not
withdraw.

"You make me so hard," he said as he pushed it in a little deeper.

"Oh, oh, you're so big. You're too big. Please."

"Shhhhh," he said as he kissed me open mouth with hunger and lust. He
slid it in more.

"Yes, yes, ooh it hurts. I can't take anymore." It did hurt. It felt
painful and yet wonderful at the same time.

"Shhhhh. Its ok, you're doing fine," as he leaned down and kissed me
deeply again and thrust into me slowly.

"Ouch, Yes, yes. Oh Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I exasperated as he
continued to hump his cock into me in probing thrusts.

He slid in deeper and kissed me again. "How does it feel? You OK?" I bit
my lip and nodded yes. He had stopped and took the key on the chain off
his neck and unlocked my pink cock cage.  "We can lock you up later, I
want to see you cum."

As he humped me slowly and deeper he played with my little penis.  It
flopped around half limp at first then the more he played with it the
harder I got. It was sticky with clear pre-cum. Before completing the
final push he kissed me again, deeply, and then pushed the remainder in.
I could feel his groin fully against mine; I could feel his scrotum
against my butt cheeks. And slowly the pain subsided and it felt
heavenly, like I had waited all my life for this moment. With his cock
all the way deep up into me I knew how a woman felt getting fucked. He
held it in at full depth, our eyes locked as well.

And then he pulled it back, nearly exiting, and humped it in fully. It
nearly took my breath away. I put one hand on the back of his neck and
the other around his midriff holding on to my handsome lover for dear
life as he butt fucked his feminine sissy lover, consummating all our
kissing each other through the courtship our wives had staged for us .
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.  Make me cum. Oh fuck I love you Jim."

And he did. He began working his erection like a magic wand, humping me
like a beast, his cock thrusting to apply pressure throughout my anus. My
penis no longer strained against its cage. It was free now and as hard as
it ever had been and I had never had so much sexual pleasure. My whole
body, not just my penis, was in ecstasy.  Delirious with pleasure and
desire I whimpered, writhed around and moaned as he fucked my ass pussy.

He was now pounding hard and fast. I could tell he was nearing climax and
I began to work in rhythm with his strokes. He kissed me hard and deep
and then drove in hard; he held it there and I felt the explosion of
fluid throb out of his beautiful cock  inside me. I was so happy. I had
caused him to have an orgasm, inside me, he filled me with his seed. He
got an erection because of me and he climaxed because of me. He had
marked me, he now owned me, I was his forever.

He collapsed on me and our heavy breathing was in unison. His penis
stayed hard for the longest time before it subsided, but he kept it in
me. I kissed him on his cheek, and whispered "Oh my I love you, I can't
believe we are finally alone together."

As I ran my fingers over his cheek, he said "I've dreamed about this day
since our first kiss."

He took my hand and kissed my fingers, admiring the pink nail polish.
 "Did you do this for me?"

"I did it all for you, Jim. My life changed with that first kiss. I don't
want it to change back. I love you Jim."

"I love you too, can I call you Misty?" I almost cried when he asked that
and I kissed my handsome lover., nodding Yes! Yes! Yes!  With that Jim
pawed my hard little penis.

Jim was fascinated with my penis, while nearly half the size of his manly
beast, he would tell me how he loved to play with it.  I humped it into
his hand delirious with arousal and his seed dripping out of my ass.

"Oh fuck I love you! You make me feel so good! I love being your girl.
You make me feel so gay, I don't care what anyone thinks I want to make
you happy."  I went on and on.

His manly hand on my hard little peeny was driving me crazy, Susie did
not like to touch it and always made me masturbate in front of her as she
coaxed me to want Jim. And now we were finally alone together. It did not
take long for me to cum as many long ropes of sperm shot out of my dick
all over my smooth belly and Jim's hand. We smiled at each other and
kissed softly.  Jim then lifted his cum coated hand to my face.
 Playfully I licked the cum off his hand as the scent of cum was
everywhere.  He scooped up a big gob of cum and brought it to my lips and
I licked it up.  Jim pressed his lips on mine as we had a sweet spermy
kiss.  In a sweet silly fashion Jim had soon fed me all the cum off my
belly and his hand.  My little penis ached in post orgasmic bliss as we
cuddled and nuzzled telling each other of our love for one another.

After the longest time of caressing, kissing and loving I got up and peed
(sitting down of course as Susie has encouraged me to), Jim did too when
I got back to the bedroom.  I was still in heels! It felt so right, I
felt girly and feminine and more than a little slutty walking around in
them which made me tingle!  Figuring I should get dressed I was going to
go fetch the sundress, but thought maybe to look in the closet for
something of Susie's to wear.  In two big laundry baskets on the floor
were lingerie, panties and bras in one and dresses and girl clothes in
the other, all Susie's clothing she was donating to me with a note and a
smiley face on top saying "All for you Jon, love Susie."  I fished out of
this new treasure trove a silky, stretchy pair of pink panties put them
on and traipsed down in my high heels to fetch the sundress and Jim's
shorts we had left by the pool. Putting back on the sexy thin sundress
felt amazing, especially with me now in silky pink panties.  It was
stimulating to walk back in the house in the high heels wearing the
skimpy dress, I was smitten. Just the way my pink toes showed through the
strappy silver high heel sandals and the way the silky panties brushed my
butt against the dress as I walked made me intoxicated by my newly
acquired femininity.

When I returned to the bedroom with Jim's shirt and shorts he broke out
in a big grin as I handed him his clothes. Dropping them  on the floor
Jim pulled me close by the waist and kissed me forcefully as we embraced.
His hand reached under my dress grabbed my ass, groping my pantie clad
little tushie. I felt his erection begin to return as he kissed me like
it was the first time.  What was even better was that Jim was naked and
there were no wives around telling us to stop, though by now it was
apparent that their insistence on us kissing was their own ploy to be
with each other, not their husbands.  No matter now as I pulled on Jim's
hard cock as we renewed our romancing, both of us feeling like teenagers
alone finally with the parents gone for the day.  We were kissing and
nuzzling our faces together, breathing heavy as we groped each other's
bodies.  Jim's penis was hard as stone and I loved making it that way,
feeling the warm tacky flesh in my hand as I jacked on it.

Truly this what Susie had encouraged as she emasculated me and led me
down this path of having us kiss in front of them, having Jim swim naked
together with me in front of the girls, having me shave my penis and
shave my legs for Jim, making me wear her woman's bikini swim bottoms,
subtly putting me in more and more makeup and lipstick to feminize me and
entice Jim, finally to this day when she put me in a dress with painted
toes and nails and high heels and make up to finally seal the deal, end
all pretenses and make me Jim's feminine lover. The time I sucked Jim off
in the pool while Susie watched the whole thing was until today one of
the magic moments in the changes my sexuality had gone through.

Sex with Susie was always an anxiety laden chore, even before she
feminized me for Jim she was always in charge and truthfully not very
sexual with me nor that interested in sex.  In many ways she had
feminized me by the way she talked to me and about me to people in public
most of the time with me right there listening.  She would withhold sex
from me for weeks or longer often finally just giving me a hand job to
make the issue 'go away', though since she did not really like to touch
my penis she encouraged me to masterbate in front of her for me to reveal
my sexual feelings about Jim.  The few times we did have intercourse it
almost seemed like she wanted me to "hurry it up" to get it over with.  I
never felt desired in any manner sexually with her.

With Jim I felt alive sexually, just the excitement of being desired,
someone who wanted me intimately and romantically, someone with whom sex
was magical and erotic, fun, exciting.  Being the feminine partner to a
handsome hung man took me to places I could never imagine. I did not care
that this was a homosexual relationship, it was the most exciting thing
that had ever happened to me in my life.  Susie and Marjory must have
known the effect of men kissing other men has; many men dabble in
bisexual activities but men who actively enjoy kissing another man are
more than likely to be gay, as are men who dress and act feminine when
they have sex with other men.

I dropped down in front of him and took his very erect penis in my mouth.
It had been perhaps 40 minutes since Jim climaxed inside me. Now he was
rock hard again, WOW! Rubbing my face all over it the scent and sensation
of his manhood intoxicated me. I had come to realize that Jim's cock
excited me sexually more than anything I felt being with Susie.  She had
intentionally downplayed the aspect of me and Jim being gay throughout
all of of this perhaps not to scare me away from it, but really, being in
a dress, panties, high heels, painted toes and makeup here I was kissing,
licking and sucking a hard cock, these are not things heterosexual men do
with each other.  None of that bothered me now, I relished everything I
was feeling and everything I had become, embracing this exciting
sexuality as Jim's wonderful cock filled my mouth.

In classic cock sucking form I held onto his legs as I bobbed his cock in
and out of my mouth.  My own little peenie was erect in the silky pink
panties I had on as the thin straps of the dress hung on my shoulders.
Jim's cock tasted so good as its massive girth filled my mouth.  I knew
being a cock sucking sissy was my calling, it was thrilling to accept
that I was gay, a cock hungry sissy fag if you will, nothing had ever
excited me more.  Mashing his hard cock against my face the scent drove
me wild as my licking his balls drove him wild.  We were both very happy
to have the girls out of the picture so we could be alone together like
this without hiding our affection for each other and being told to stop.

"Don't stop Misty," Jim moaned. "I love the way you suck my cock!"

"I love your cock Sweetie," I told him. "I love being your girl."

"Oh yeah babe! Such a pretty girl. Such a pretty little cocksucker. Oh.
Fuck. Yes!" he went on. "Don't stop! Marjory never sucked cock."

He held my head in his hands forcing his cock into my mouth in a manner
made his cock feel the best to him.  My mouth was so full of cock, I
wanted to please him.  Every thrust he made I tried to take it a little
deeper.  The day I sucked his cock for the very first time out in the
pool he told me gagging is a sign of love, a sign of submitting to him.
 I wanted to make him happy, to please him by pleasuring his cock.  It
was wonderful taking his cock deeper and deeper in my mouth, every thrust
was easier and easier going down.  Finally I was able to do it! Took his
whole cock down my throat!  My lips touched his groin and his scrotum. I
held as long as I could, it was awesome.

"Pffffffhhhhhh," I had to pull off a minute to catch my breath.

Looking up at him with bleary eyes and saliva covering my face, I renewed
my cock sucking, the taste and sensation of penis in my mouth was
wonderful.  Since I first sucked off Jim that day at the pool with Susie
observing our homosexual attraction to each other I had longed to get
Jim's hard cock back in my mouth.  Our sexual activity picked up a
rhythm, me bobbing my mouth over his hard cock as Jim thrust it forward.
 After many long minutes of making love to his cock with my mouth Jim
grabbed his cock and started jacking off towards my face and lips.  As if
in slow motion his warm semen spurt out of his cock in powerful squirts,
some across my nose and cheeks into my pretty made eyes and face, some
into my mouth, some even up into my nostrils!

The wonderful tangy stench and aroma cum permeated my being as I hungrily
tried to lap up his seed ejaculating at my face.  My own little penis
ached in the pink panies as my mouth returned his cock to it as Jim
moaned in ecstasy.  Discovering at that moment was that as wonderful as
cock tastes sucking on it, it will always taste incredible after it has
ejaculated into your mouth with the sweet taste of cum and the masculine
pheromones of cock releasing their scent.

After quite some time of me voraciously cleaning his cock and gobbling up
cum Jim couldn't stand the tingling of his spent penis on my lips anymore
and he pulled me up.  Letting my dress fall to the floor I felt so sexy
and slutty standing there in high  heels and panties, my pink toes
sparkling and bright. We kissed a ravenous hungry gay cummy kiss.
 Breaking the kiss I took my aching little penis in my hand, the pink
nails of my fingers looking stunning and feminine.  With the silky pink
panties hugging my shaved balls and I jacked fiercly on it, I still had
cum still all over my face.  In horny little blasts I painted Jim's still
half hard cock with my cummies as we both watched in amazement.  When the
last squirts dribbled out we looked into each others eyes in absolute
love for each other.  Jim grabbed me in a wild embrace and flung me back
onto the bed. We rolled around kissing and nuzzling all sticky from the
cummies I had just deposited onto my handsome lover.

And so we finally were able to consummate our attraction to each other,
finally able to be lovers after the many weeks leading up to this under
the prodding and guidance of our two wives.  It was a pretty seamless
transition, I became Jim's sissy wife as he moved in with me and Susie
went to live with Marjory.  Jim convinced me to quit my job, he made
great money, I could stay home and make myself pretty for him and take
care of the house.  In a span of a few short weeks my life had changed
completely, from a pussy whipped, unhappy, sex starved, unmanly husband
of a closet lesbian to a stunning feminine sex toy and hottie sissy wife
of a hung stud. Jim had a voracious sexual appetite and rarely did we
have sex less than 2 times a day many times 3 or 4 times on the weekends.


In the months leading up to our romance and togetherness it was Marjory
on her end learning something that led her to conspire with Susie to
bring us together.  Like Susie with me, Marjory was not all that
interested in sex with Jim.  His powerful libido and relentless sex drive
frustrated him no end and he released his frustrations through
masturbation and porn.  One night Jim had had a bit too much to drink and
fell asleep on the couch with his laptop open to many tabs of porn.
 Marjory happened upon it and was more than a little shocked.  The
content of the porn was a bit surprising and amusing to her - it was many
pages of porn pics  and stories of gay crossdressers, fem bois, traps and
shemales.  It was from there during the re-ignition of her romance with
Susie that together they formulated a plan to feminize me to become Jim's
lover.

Once the plan got rolling it was Susie that made me masturbate myself in
front of her egging me on to want Jim. Marjory then let on to Jim she
discovered what type of porn he was masturbating to.  She began
encouraging him to want me by jacking him off as they perused Jim's gay
porn together.  She would tell him things like "wouldn't it be nice if we
made Jon pretty for you like these sexy boys" as she masturbated him and
"I bet we could get Jon to suck your cock, just leave it up to Susie and
me."

Jim's sexual appetite was off the charts with me once we were finally
together. It was one thing to have Marjory jack him off to many mind
blowing orgasms fantasizing about me being his crossdressing lover but it
was many times better having me actually in his arms having his way with
me.  Once we we were finally together it seemed like Jim's cock was
always hard!  And the copious amounts of semen his cock ejaculated on me,
in my mouth and ass pussy was something to behold!  Being fem and naked
for him as his "wife" with his cock deep up my butt humping and thrusting
as he kisses me madly turned me into a cock hungry little bitch.  I was
still in shock over the remarkable turn of events and how gay I felt
being fem and fawning over his luscious cock.

Honestly I never looked back, I was so unhappy and sexually frustrated
with Susie, I loved her dearly but subconsciously it was her femininity
that I identified with more than anything.  She tapped into that and
being the girl in my relationship with Jim I wouldn't change a thing,
it's just too exciting being like this.  Like sitting on the couch with
him, me dressed in girly shorts and a blouse, his arm around me, my head
on his shoulder watching a movie as I coyly paw at his cock then sweetly
give him head as we sit there.  Or being out by the pool in a skimpy blue
and pink bandeau bikini getting tan lines to make my little "titties"
look white and supple for my handsome hubby. I do so much to stay in
shape, work out all day, stay shaved, feminine and soft for him. I even
did erotic kinky things like getting my nipples pierced, my ears too and
now a super sexy belly ring.  Its kinda kinky too with the chastity cage,
Jim likes to play with my little penis and see me squirt but he keeps me
locked up when he's at work so I won't get tempted and "play" with
myself.

Susie knew, Marjory knew, even I'm sure Jim knew but I had no idea that a
"harmless favor" like a sweet tender kiss between friends would lead me
to such a dramatic change in my life to become the sexy "wife" of a
handsome man.


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