Part 1
My wife somehow opened my phone. She snooped through my photos and found my pics of myself dressing in some of her underwear and a party dress. She said at first, she was very mad, even ready to divorce me, but some of her friends told her it was not that uncommon and to just humiliate me a little about it. Her friends? Why did she tell her friends? Fuck!
We didn't ever speak of it again. I was opening my phone to delete the pictures when a text popped up. Jim was Alice's husband. I don't know him very well.
His text simply said, 'Show me your embarrassing pictures.'
What the fuck? I ignored the text and started deleting the pics. One by one. I'll miss seeing them. I liked wearing her tight sexy underwear.
Another text. 'Sorry to come on so blunt. But if you don't show me the pictures, I'm telling all the rest of our circle of friends what a gay sissy fag you are. Send one.'
I don't like being bullied. But I'm sort of stuck here, aren't I?
I clicked on an old photo of me in her red party dress. No lingerie showing, and my phone in front of my face, covering it.
SEND
Off it went.
Text: Now, leave me alone, please.
Text: 'No. We are just starting, bitch. Our wives are going to dinner and a movie Friday night. You are going to put on that dress and all the sexy lingerie I'm sure was under it and come by our house right after they leave. Got it!!?'
Text 'I'm not fucking doing that! Why would I do that?'
Text: 'You know why. Because you want to be treated like a sissy house pet. You want a man to take you, hold you, kiss you and fuck you. I'd never want to fuck your sleazy wife, but I'll surely fuck you. Don't be late, bitch!'
I didn't know what to do. Somehow, he was right.
Text: 'I'll be there.'
Her lingerie is tight on me. So is the dress. I quickly dressed and drove over. He opened the garage so I could park in her place. He showed me where she sits to put on her makeup and combs her hair. He showed me where she kneels to blow him. I didn't say a word. Her lip gloss tastes like peaches. His cock tastes salty and sweaty. I tasted cum for the first time. His cock was in my throat when he blew his load. I somehow guzzled it down swallowing and choking on it. But plenty spewed into my mouth and drooled down over my chin. His hands had been all over me. One hand on my head gripping my hair, the other wandering over my body. He was pulling at the dress and at the bra straps under it. He was squeezing my tit really hard when he came. It felt nice.
I slipped home and finished off in the bathroom. The taste of his cum was in my mouth. i couldn't get rid of it. But I wasn't sure I wanted to.
A few weeks later I got another message.
TEXT: Our wives are leaving for a girl's weekend the end of the month. This time I'm coming to your house. You're going to dress like her, walk like her, talk like her and suck and fuck like her. Got it?"
TEXT: Yes Sir.
Part 2
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Billy
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