My Cuckold Life

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything new, and I’ve been jumping around a bit. But I want this to be a longer story. I intend to stick with it for a while. I welcome any suggestions going forward. But I will say this, things are going to get nasty. I love to humiliate the cucks in my stories. This will not be a loving, wholesome cuckold story. If you’re looking for something true to life, look elsewhere. But if you’ve a desire to delve deep into raunchy degradation for a white boy cuck, then stick with me.




I know some people read the incredible stories of C.W. Cobblestone, CuckyToHer, MWMSissy, and Throne and think, “Who would behave that way?” They see the amazing animation of Devin Dickie, John Persons, and Smudge then wonder to themselves, “Why would anyone allow themselves to be humiliated in such a way, what husband would stay in such a relationship?”

Well, I would and more importantly, I have. We exist, husbands who know themselves to be inadequate and worthless in the bedroom, sissies who bow down to superior, alpha men and dominant women. You’d be surprised how easy it is to fall into such a lifestyle. It started with porn of course, I mean, I love my wife so very much, but there are things a guy can start fantasizing about that he thinks will shock his wife into leaving him so he... I mean, I start to slide down a long, steep, slippery slope of progressively degrading porn.

Let me start from a better jumping-off point. My wife and I were always very much in love. Since college everything was perfect. Well, almost everything. The sex was never good. Never, not once. I was her first, so she didn’t know any better at the time, lucky me. You see, I’m not very big down there, measuring in at a less than respectable five and a half inches when erect. Add to that the fact that I can’t last more than thirty seconds or so, and well, you see the problem. For my wife that is. She never had an orgasm from fucking me. Never. But she was a trooper and never complained. I think that was due to her lack of references. She had nothing to compare our sex life to, so she became complacent in her disappointment.

Then things took a turn for the worse. I began to have problems pissing. It became increasingly difficult to get a good stream going, and then it just shut down completely. Imagine the agony of desperately having to pee but being unable to make even one drop come out. I was terrified and in so much pain that Sue, that’s my wife’s name, took me to the hospital. Very long story short, I had to have surgery to remove and repair a blockage in my urethra. They took flesh from the inside of my mouth and used it to build a new section of the urethra, but it was a success, I could pee again! Failure, I could not get erect, even that popular, little, blue, pill could do nothing to make my tiny penis stiffen. Nothing, not even a wet dream. It was now not only tiny but useless as well.

Sue’s attitude began to change. She became more frustrated than ever before, and it translated to amused teasing toward me. She began making snide comments about my lack of sex drive, and ability and began to think of me as a wimp. She even called me that sometimes. It started to do a number on my self-esteem, all the little quips, jabs, and jokes. Then she dropped the hammer one night when she said, “Listen, Peter, I don’t even want to try again tonight. I just can’t stand any more disappointment. Tell you what, why don’t you just do something for me this time? Crawl under the covers and see what you can do with that tongue.” Sue knew I had never been a fan of going down on her, or any woman, I just didn’t care for the smell or taste. I started to mumble an excuse when my wife said, “Think hard before you say anything else, Pete. You’ve been disappointing me for a long time and I’m way past my due for an orgasm. Now you have a decision to make, get under the covers right now, or forget about me ever touching that tiny pecker of yours.” Of course, I complied, what else could I do? I slid under the covers into the dark, humid confines between my wife’s legs and began kissing her inner thighs. “I don’t need romance tonight Petey, just get to it,” my wife said impatiently.

So, I moved in and felt her curly pubes tickle my nose. Sue hadn’t showered yet today, so the smell was powerful but not unpleasant. There were hints of soap mixed with her natural odors of body sweat, urine, and that fishy tang of pussy. I began kissing and licking my wife’s puffy lips and she let out a soft moan of approval. I worked fast as I had no desire to spend a long time down there working. And I did view it as work. I’d always found eating pussy to be degrading and off-putting so I licked hard and fast, driving my tongue deep and then letting it dance quickly on her clit.

I don’t know how long I worked under the covers, all I know is I was sweating profusely and gasping for breath when my beautiful Susan came down from what had to be her ninth orgasm. My face was soaked with her juices and my jaw was cramped and sore. I climbed out from under the blankets and reached to hug my wife, but she pulled away and went into the bathroom for a shower without a word to me, singing softly to herself along the way.

That night started a landslide of activity on Sue’s part. She began researching how a husband with a tiny penis could please his wife. I had no idea there were so many different sex toys out there. Things got weird. Not at first though. It started slowly for me as I became her relief, spending every evening with my face between her legs.

Sue’s research was unknown to me at that early time while I had my investigation going on in the cuckolding world online. You know the pattern; regular porn leads to big dick porn, which leads to interracial porn, which leads to cuckold porn, which then leads directly to chastity porn, and then sissy porn. I followed it like it was a map. It felt right. The more my wife ignored my needs and focused on her own in bed, the further down that rabbit hole I fell. And months went by before I even knew it.

The details aren’t important. If you’re reading this, you already know the pattern. The highlights are the same old story we all know too well from the stories we read, the videos we watch, and the accounts we follow online. Yes, I became that wannabe sissy. It just felt right. It felt natural. To be sitting home alone watching a video of a huge black cock disappearing down a crossdresser’s throat became natural. I didn’t even realize there were fewer and fewer women in the porn I was watching. And then the worst possible thing happened. And the kicker is? I should have seen it coming. It’s in all the fucking stories!

I just thought it would be nice to see what Sue’s panties felt like on my body. I wanted to feel that silky material sliding against my ass and diminutive package. So, there I was, hunkered down on my bed with my laptop, watching a particularly humiliating sissy hypno video and rubbing my tiny pecker thru Sue’s soft, pink, panties, when disaster hit.

“What in the holy fuck are you doing Pete?” Came my wife’s exclamation from our bedroom door. She was home much earlier than I thought. She looked pissed and amused at the same time. I was mortified. From the angle she was standing, she had a clear view of the laptop screen and could see I was watching a video about white boys being feminized and forced to worship black cock. Subtle right?

“Oh shit, oh fuck! Sue, what are you…why are you…this isn’t…I mean, Of Fuck!” Came my intelligent reply.

“Are you seriously wearing my underwear? Are you jacking your little peepee in my panties? What the fuck is wrong with you Petey? And that video? What the actual fuck?” My wife, unlike myself, was not at a loss for words.

“I’m so sorry…” I started to say, but Sue interrupted me with, “Oh no need to be Tiger, I was expecting something like this. We share a cloud account after all. I’ve seen everything you’ve been perving on. I was pretty freaked out at first, but then after reading all the stories and blogs you’re into, I started to see your decline as an inevitability.”

I stuttered out an unintelligible, “What?” before Sue continued.

“I thought it was just a funny little kink you were into at first, but then I started to research on my own. It turns out there are a lot of insecure white boys with tiny dicks who fall into the same pattern as you did honey. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s only natural I guess.”

To say that I was stunned would be far too narrow a statement. I mean, here I was sitting in my bedroom wearing my wife’s panties, watching a white crossdresser sucking off a well-hung black man on my laptop, and pleasuring myself. And my wife was telling me it was perfectly natural. What the actual fuck?

Since I was too stunned to speak, Sue continued with, “Now Petey, we need to have a real conversation about where to go from here. I mean we’ve already established that you aren’t doing it for me in the bedroom and I need my release. You’ve found your niche, now I need mine. And it looks like you’ve paved the way for us both. So, let’s talk about finding me a real cock to play with, shall we?”

The conversation we had was beyond my wildest expectations. Sue must have been nurturing the idea of sampling another man because it seemed far too easy for her to jump to that being our solution. I should be angry, or defensive, or at the very least, sad. But no, I felt none of those emotions. I was a bit excited.

So, together we researched cuckolding. Sue was far more adept at finding resources for our quest than I was, making me feel inadequate once again but for different reasons. Not only is my wife better looking than me, funnier, more self-confident, and intelligent, but she’s also kinkier than me. Who knew that was possible?

Sue would spend her free time reading articles and stories about cuckolding and eventually narrowed her searches down to those dealing with big black dominant men fucking the wives of impotent, sissy, white husbands like me. It was disturbing to see how turned on she was by the mere thought of fucking a black man while keeping me pussy free. I was starting to worry and brought my concerns to my lovely wife.

“Um, Sue? Listen, I know this is all very exciting but I’m wondering if you aren’t focusing on just one side of the cuckolding scene? I mean, it doesn’t all have to be about black men with huge cocks does it?”

She looked up from the story she was reading and said, “Wow Petey, I’m surprised. I mean all the stories, videos, and blogs I’m looking at are yours. You bookmarked or downloaded every one of them. This is your fantasy after all. I’m just catching up with your already extensive research. You laid the groundwork for us, so I’m now getting my balance now.”

“Ok, I get that, but we’re just looking to play right? I mean you know how much I love you, and I hope you feel the same way about me.” I said with fear in my voice.

Sue glanced at me over her laptop screen and said, “Oh sweetie, I love you so much. You know I do. You’re the only man for me in so many ways, but we both know some one-sided deficiencies in the bedroom simply can’t be fixed. It’s such a little thing. Oh! Haha, that’s not what I meant, but it does relate to the overall problem. You’re my darling husband and I love you very much, but I need more in bed, no, I deserve more in bed. Don’t I?”

I cleared my throat and said, “Yes dear, of course. So long as we never lose our love for each other in all of this, that’s all I care about.”

Sue grinned at me but in a distracted way as she turned back to her computer letting me know the conversation was over. That was the start of a long and embarrassing road for me as Sue continually showed me pictures of well-hung black men, asking my opinion of how great a bull each would make.

I tried to deflect as much as possible, hoping she would eventually tire of the chase, and we could get back to normal. Then she found Albert. Nothing I said would dissuade her from wanting to meet with him. He looked like an actor or model with a perfect body and ruggedly handsome face. She found him on a site called Darkmeat. I know, subtle right? It was a site dedicated to connecting black men with curious white couples and Albert’s profile read like the resume for a corporate VP from a top ten highest-grossing company. He owned several businesses, traveled extensively, dined in the finest restaurants, and drove the best cars. Christ, I wanted to date him.

Sue and Albert chatted online for a few weeks. I could hear her laughing and giggling like a schoolgirl during their Zoom sessions and I became more nervous by the day. Finally, she agreed to meet him for drinks at a local high-end nightclub, and from the jump, the night was a disaster. For me anyway. Sue looked amazing as we got out of the car and turned the keys over to the valet. She wore a form-fitting black dress that was cut so short, I was afraid if she bent over her butt cheeks would be exposed. Her cleavage was enough to start a riot, with her perfect breasts wobbling seductively with every step she took. She looked like a goddess. And me? I just looked like me.

Which is why the doorman refused to let me in. He enthusiastically parted the crowd for Sue to walk through the door but stopped me with a large black hand on my chest. Sue never even looked back, just walked into the club thinking I was right behind her. I argued with the bouncer for a couple of minutes till he threatened to beat my ass. After that, I slinked away behind the velvet rope and waited for my wife to realize I wasn’t with her.

It took 45 minutes. I kid you not. 45 minutes of me standing outside the club listening to the music thumping inside. Then my wife emerged laughing on the arm of a huge, muscular, black man who wore a confident grin on his face. “Oh my god Petey! I thought you were right behind me. Thank goodness I found Albert. After we had a drink together, he said he’d be happy to talk to the bouncer about letting you in.” My loving wife told me.

I stared incredulously and said, “You had a drink first? What the hell Sue?”

Albert looked down from his six-foot-six height and said, “Easy little guy, Suzie was just being polite. Now let’s all go inside and have a drink.”

Albert glanced at the bouncer who looked at me and laughed. He then nodded toward the door and the two big black men shared a look that made me nervous before Albert ushered us inside.

My wife and the attractive, gregarious, charming, black man talked all night. She was shamelessly flirting the entire time, touching his arm and commenting on his muscular physique. It was troubling to watch. And watching was all I did. They practically ignored me. The two of them sat on one side of the booth and I was alone on the other side. I couldn’t hear a word they said so I was alone all night. Oh, and they danced. Fucking hell, did they ever dance.

I have always hated dancing as I have zero rhythm to speak of, but Sue has outstanding moves. And so does Albert. They looked amazing together on the dance floor, making me more nervous than ever. The way my wife was grinding her ass into his crotch was so fucking hot it made my little dick stand up straight. I was both turned on and humiliated at the same time.

After their third time out on the floor, the sweaty couple returned to the table laughing and gasping for air. They downed the drinks I’d bought without so much as a thank you, and then Sue said, “I think it’s time to go home.”

Finally! I thought. I immediately stood up and started to say goodbye to Albert when the big man got out of the booth and with his arm around my wife, walked toward the front door of the club. I followed along flustered and panicking that they’d forget me again.

Outside Sue looked at me and said, “Albert doesn’t know the way to our house so I’ll ride with him, and you can follow, ok Petey?”

I started to protest when Albert said, “Sounds great, see ya there Petey boy.” Then turned my wife in his arms and walked her down the street away from the club.

I hurried to the valet station and was forced to wait an irritatingly long time before my car finally arrived. I drove home at a manic pace worrying the entire time about my wife and what she was up to alone with that charming black man. My fear was unfortunately justified.

When I got home, I saw my wife’s car in the garage but no other car in the drive. I raced into the house only to find no one there. I immediately called my wife’s phone but only got the voicemail. What else could I do? I sat on the couch and waited. And waited.

After more than an hour I finally received a text from my Sue. All it said was, “We decided to stop off for a quiet drink, don’t wait up.”

Don’t wait up? Seriously? How was I supposed to sleep? After another hour I took a quick shower then lay in bed staring at my phone praying it would ring.

Finally at around 3 in the morning my phone pinged with a text. It was from Sue, thank goodness! Ok, it was from her phone anyway. The message said, “Hey little man, Suzi Q is taking a shower right now. We’ve had a few drinks so neither of us will be driving. Your sexy wife will be crashing at my place tonight so you might as well go to sleep. Don’t worry, I’ll keep taking good care of her for you. Do Not Message Back. Just look at this and jerk your little peepee, lol. G’night cucky boy.”

Attached was a photo of my wife. It was a close up pic of her face. In it, her eyes were closed, and her lips were wrapped around a thick, black cock. Fuck. Oh fuck.

I typed several responses to the message Albert had sent me using Sue’s phone but didn’t send any of them. I just sat there with tears in my eyes deleting each message instead of summoning up the courage to press send.

She’d done it. She had cuckolded me. I know it was a fantasy of mine and I know we’d talked about it at length, but the reality of it was like a punch in the stomach. My sweet, darling wife was at this moment in bed with a black man. And she had sucked his cock! She never sucked me. Never! She always said it was demeaning for women to allow a dirty penis in their mouth. But just look at her in that pic. She had the most contented and blissful look on her angelic face.

And to my great shame, that picture made my little dick begin to stiffen. Here I was, sitting in the marriage bed I shared with the love of my life, staring at a picture of her sucking another man’s cock, and I was getting hard. What kind of man does that? What sort of husband accepts such a situation? I should be racing to this man’s house to kick his ass and retrieve my wife. I should at the very least call her cell and lose my shit to her.

But instead, I started to rub my penis through my sweatpants. I stared at the picture of Sue’s infidelity and began to pleasure myself. I reached into my sweats and started to jerk my dick as I thought of the wet moaning sounds that had to have accompanied my wife’s blowjob.

And I came. It was so fast I didn’t even get into a proper rhythm. Three or four clumsy strokes and my half hard, tiny dick, squirted out a few shots of watery cum, then went soft again. Fuck, I am such a loser. I can’t even jack off properly. Sue needs that thick, black dick. She truly does. I have no right to get upset by these circumstances. No right whatsoever.

I didn’t even bother to wash my hands, just wiped my useless load on my sweats, rolled over and fell asleep to the feeling of a wet spot pressed against my thigh. My humiliation was so complete that my dreams were of my beautiful wife enjoying wild pleasures with another man while I sat nearby weeping at my incompetence. What fresh hell would the morning bring?

I didn’t sleep at all. I stared at the ceiling all night till the first rays of sunlight crept into the room. Then I made my way to the kitchen and started drinking coffee like it was life giving elixir. I was on my fourth cup when I heard a car in the driveway. I hid behind the blinds in the living room and peeked outside to watch my wife’s return.

A Cadillac Escalade, of course, and it looked brand new. I could see the happy couple talking in the front seat then both laughing at some private joke. My wife then leaned over and made out with Albert for several minutes before exiting the car and heading toward the house. Fuck, I hope no one saw her. Albert honked his horn as he drove away just to be an asshole I guess, and Sue laughed and said, “You’re so bad!” as she waved him away.

I tried to play it cool when Sue came in and sat down at the table. She asked, “Would you be a dear and get me a cup of coffee Petey? I’m exhausted.”

I mumbled “Sure” and went about preparing her a cup.

She sighed contentedly and said, “What a night. I’m so glad you had this idea sweetie. I never realized how badly I needed a good fuck.”

I sat down across from her and said, “Listen Sue, I don’t want to be the jealous, angry husband here, but I thought we had an agreement as to how last night would go.”

She looked annoyed when she said, “Yes, I know that, but you must allow for spontaneity, in a situation like that. I mean, sex is a mercurial thing, it has a certain flow to it. It’s like a game where both sides play equally. I was afraid of ruining everything if I didn’t play the game the way it needed to be played. We were already committed to doing this, right? So, what difference does it make if I moved up the timetable?”

“But this is more than just about the timing.” I said. “You didn’t tell me anything. You just left with him and never even bothered to answer your phone. I had to hear from Albert. Do you know how embarrassed I was? He sent me a picture of you sucking his dick for fuck’s sake!”

Sue laughed and said, “Oh I know, I saw that. Oh, my poor hubby, were you jealous because I never suck your little peepee?”

“No, I mean yes, I mean, I don’t know. This all happened so fast. One minute we’re having drinks and the next minute I’m lying in bed looking at a picture of my wife with another man’s dick in her mouth.”

Sue’s eyes widened as she said, “Oh? You were in bed looking at the pic? Did you touch yourself? Did my little hubby jerk his tiny pecker at the thought of the big, black, hunk fucking his wife’s mouth?” She saw the look on my face and burst out laughing, saying, “Oh my god! You did! You jerked off to the thought of me sucking him. Tell the truth Petey, how quickly did you shoot your weak load?”

“That doesn’t matter,” I started angrily.

“Of course, it does,” Sue said, becoming more amused. “Did you last longer than usual or were you a two-pump chump with your own hand the way you are with me?”

“That’s not fair!” I answered. “I’ve never been in that situation before; it was difficult to stay focused. The thought of you doing that, with him, was too much.”

“So, it was two strokes then?” My wife asked. “It’s ok sweetie, I know you. I mean isn’t that why we’re doing this? Because you can’t perform? You got to squirt your meager load, and I got to have so many orgasms that I lost count. That’s the point of our meeting Albert in the first place.”

I had tears starting to well up in my eyes as I said, “I know all that Sue, I just, well I don’t want to lose you is all. I’m scared that after your night with Albert, you’ll not want to be with me any longer.”

“Oh darling, that will never happen. Albert isn’t husband material. He’s an Alpha Male, that’s a different species than a dependable, loving, committed hubby like you. You fulfill all my other needs, while Albert is there for my carnal needs. He can fuck like you never could, but you are my sweet companion for every other aspect of life.” The way she explained it sounded so logical but still made me feel more like her friend than her soulmate.

“You make me sound like one of your girlfriends instead of your husband.” I said pouting.

“Well, is that so bad? That bonds us and makes us even closer than other couples. It means I can talk to you and share things that other husbands never get to hear. Now, would you like me to prove that by telling you all about last night? Come with me to the bedroom if you want to hear, if not, stay down here and sulk. Either way, I’m going to bed, I’m beat.” Sue said as she stood up and made her way to the stairs.

I sat there for a few minutes trying to be defiant. I wanted to prove myself a man. But the longer I sat, the more I began to succumb to my baser instincts. I needed to hear about my wife’s dalliance. I needed to feel the crushing humiliation of knowing she’d cheated on me and how it all happened. As I climbed the stairs, my little penis began to stiffen, and I knew I was lost. There was no fight in me, I was a cuckold.

By the time I reached the bedroom, Sue had already changed into her pajamas and under the covers of our king-sized bed. She said she’d showered at Albert’s place and just wanted to sleep.

I started to crawl under the covers with her, but she stopped me with, “No, you just stand there and let me tell you all about it.” I was a bit put off by that, but I did as I was told.

“So, that picture Albert sent you was taken in his car. I’d put my phone in the center counsel, and he used it to snap a pic. I was shocked at first but then I started to see the humor in it. I mean, I could just see your poor little face when you opened that text. We both got a good laugh out of that. Oh, now don’t pout Petey, I can stop the story any time if I think you aren’t enjoying it.”

I fidgeted in place and said, “No, please. I’ll be good. I want to hear this.”

Sue giggled at my submission and continued, “I was pretty buzzed by that time but Albert, being the big man he is, wasn’t feeling the booze at all. He was sober. I found out later that he hadn’t been drinking as he wanted to stay clear headed. He’s so intelligent.”

I began to feel like the girlfriend she was treating me as while she told her story. Her admiration of Albert was obviously overwhelming.

Sue said, “Anyway, I felt compelled to touch his cock the second we got in the car, so I reached over and started rubbing it through his pants. He was smiling and obviously enjoying the attention when it started to grow. By the time it was fully hard, it stretched almost the entire way to his knee. It looked like a third leg pushing against the material of his pants. I was literally stunned.”

I started sweating and fidgeting in place as Sue talked about touching Albert’s penis. I was having a hard time believing it was that big.

As if reading my mind, Sue said, “I know what you’re thinking Petey, but yes, it’s really that big. I found that out when Albert told me to take it out for some air. That’s how he phrased it. So funny. Anyway, I did. I unfastened his pants, and he lifted slightly so I could pull them down a bit, and his cock sprang out like a kick stand. I know, I never use the word cock, but that’s the only way to describe that monster. I mean you have a penis, but he has a cock.”

I reached down and pulled my sweats away from my stiffening penis as Sue was talking and she stopped to smirk at me and say, “Pull your pants down honey. I want to see how my story is really affecting you.” She grinned evilly as I stared at her in shock. “Do it Petey, do it now or I’m finished talking.”

I slowly slipped my sweatpants and underwear down to my ankles and Sue snorted with a short laugh at the spectacle of my miniature penis.

“Oh my god! I mean I’ve seen it many times before, but after handling a real cock, your penis just looks so, sad. I’d feel bad for you but it’s so tragic, it’s laughable. It looks like the model they’d use before building the real thing, like in architecture. I’m sorry sweetie, don’t get upset. It’s cute! Really.” My loving wife told me.

I stood there in abject shame as she continued her story and my penis stiffened to its laughable full size of just under five inches.

“I couldn’t help myself and I leaned over and put the head of Albert’s cock in my mouth as I started stroking it with both hands. Yes, both hands. It felt so hot, so powerful. It was throbbing with force and heat, making my hands sweat and my mouth water. I could barely fit the head of that beast in my mouth and the taste of his precum was making me swoon. I’ve never been so taken by a man as I was with Albert. Sexually I mean. He placed one hand on my head and began pushing me up and down on his cock while he drove. I was moaning in pleasure from the taste, feeling, and smell of his huge organ. I didn’t even notice when the twenty-minute drive was over, but suddenly we were in hid driveway, and he was lifting my mouth from his cock. I tucked him back in his pants and we went inside. I was giggling like a young girl at the prospect of what was to come.”

Sue could see I was struggling and with a wicked grin she said, “You can touch yourself if you want darling. I don’t mind. Go ahead and stroke your peepee.”

I held my penis between my thumb and forefinger and gently began to stroke it, not wanting to cum to quickly. Sue laughed at how I only needed two fingers to pleasure myself and I blushed from head to toe in embarrassment.

She went on with, “Albert led me through his tastefully decorated, beautiful home, and into the bedroom. We were like two sex starved animals, shrugging off our clothes and pawing at one another. It was so hot; I was soaking wet by the time we were naked. My pussy has never been that wet with you Petey, sorry but it’s true. I love you dearly Peter, but this was raw, animalistic sex. Something you just aren’t capable of hubby.”

At those words I nearly exploded, so I had to let go of my little dick and calm myself. Sue saw this and laughed. She knew she had me.

“Albert bent me over his bed and took me from behind like I was his property. It was amazing! He fucked into me, and my pussy gripped him like a fist. I’ve never felt so full, so stretched out. It made me cry out in both pain and pleasure. You know I’ve always felt embarrassed by how big my breasts are, right? Well not last night. I felt them swinging under me, my nipples scraping against the bed, and it sent me into an orgasm just seconds after he entered me. Albert bent down and grabbed my tits, squeezing and kneading them forcefully, like he owned them. I was thrashing around in heaven over his touch. I’d never felt so used, and I loved every second of it.”

Sue paused when she heard me whimpering. Fresh tears filled my eyes and I felt overwhelming shame, humiliation, and arousal all at once. My penis had never been so hard. It was throbbing painfully, and I was afraid to touch it for fear of cumming.

Sue had a false look of concern on her face as she smiled and said, “Oh, maybe I should stop. You look upset hubby.”

I blurted out, “No! I mean, no, don’t stop, please.” Making my wife grin sadistically.

“Albert rammed into me like that for, I don’t know how long, an hour? It was so hard to keep track since I was cumming repeatedly and couldn’t catch my breath. Then he pulled out and I heard a wet squelching sound as my pussy gripped him like it didn’t want to let go. I guess that happens when a real cock fucks you. He pushed me down on the bed, rolled me onto my back, pressed my knees up near my head, and began fucking me again, harder this time. I was nearly folded in half by this beast of a man, his thick, black cock ramming me, owning me, like I was an extension of it. My mind was blank. All I could think of was how wonderful his cock felt. It was making me into a woman in ways I’d never known. His muscular arms held my legs while he pounded me over and over. Our sweaty bodies slid across each other, and the wet, humid sounds and smells sent me over the edge. I came so hard it made me cry.”

I came. Just like that, my little penis twitched and squirted its watery load onto the floor. And I never even touched it. I’d never experienced a hands-free orgasm before, but I’d heard about them on all the sissy websites. They all say that’s how a sissy should cum, without ever touching his little clitty. My god, what was happening to me?

Sue laughed again and said, “Uh oh, someone got excited. Well, I guess that’s all for now. I’m tired. She reached onto the floor where the clothes she’d worn last night lay and tossed her panties to me. They were still damp.

“Use those to wipe up your little mess honey, then leave me alone, I need sleep. You can pick up my clothes and take them down to the laundry. Be a doll and wash them for me? Oh, and please hand wash those panties. I don’t want your weak cummies staining them.”

That was it. She simply rolled over and went to sleep with a contented smile on her face. I picked up her clothes after wiping up my mess with her panties. Somehow that made the whole experience so much worse. I went downstairs and started the laundry, taking time to gently hand wash my wife’s delicates. As I worked, fresh tears welled in my eyes and ran dual trails down my cheeks while I pondered what was in store for me next.