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A1 Wife Conversion - 4
by LJDofus75 (ljdoofus75@gmail.com)

***

Pat, Kathy and her husband's relationship comes to a 
crossroads. What will they do and how will they proceed 
from here? (MFF, reluc, mast, oral, anal, bd, mc, cuck)

***

PART IV

The next day when I got to work, I found out that I'd be 
traveling for business starting tomorrow and lasting a 
week. I called Kathy and told her. I told that since we 
always do things together, she should not see Pat 
without me there. She said that she would call her 
mistress and let her know that we always did everything 
together and she'd have to wait until I got back. When I 
got home, my wife said that her mistress was OK with 
waiting a week. I left the next morning heading for the 
Midwest.

***

My husband had only been gone one day when the doorbell 
rang. I went to see who was there. I opened the door and 
it was my mistress. I said, "I thought you promised not 
to come by until my hubby got home."

Pat looked me in the eye as said, "I said that so your 
hubby wouldn't worry about us, so I guess I lied."

I replied, "But I can't let you in because I promised – 
no mistress until he gets back."

Pat grabbed my arm and pulled me into her arms. She 
wrapped her arms around my shoulders and began kissing 
me deeply. I broke away, stepped back and said, "No, I 
promised. We always do this together or not at all. Not 
today, go away!"

That was the opening Pat was looking for as she stepped 
into the house and closed the door behind her. I could 
see the lust in my mistress' eyes as they burrowed into 
my soul. I pleaded, "No, I promised. I promised."

My mistress said, "I just wanted to talk especially 
about our celebration night." That reassuring comment 
calmed down my fears and I replied, "Well, I guess 
talking would be OK."

My mistress and I settled in on the living room sofa. 
Pat said that she really enjoyed the events of our 
anniversary. I said, "I think we all had a good time. My 
hubby was very obliging. I'd never seen him be so 
submissive before. It was so sexy for me. How was it for 
you?"

Pat answered, "I thought it was really sexy, too. I was 
so wet sexually. It was a different kind of release for 
me watching him, and one that I enjoyed tremendously."

Pat looked at me and took my hand then said, "Let's go 
out." I thought to myself – "No, I can't let my mistress 
do this to me. I promised." I answered, "No. I need to 
stay here. I promised."

Pat said, "You don't believe your hubby isn't out with 
the guys at a strip club watching all those women shake 
their tits and ass in his face with his little cock 
straining against my restraint?"

I answered with some fear in my voice that my mistress 
might be right, "Maybe, but he can't fuck any of them. 
He loves me."

Pat replied, "Well, you're so fucking naοve. It's not 
about love. It's about lust. Men are always looking for 
that next piece of ass or blow job. I think your hubby 
might be looking to suck some stranger's cock or maybe 
get ass-fucked like last week. He did cum three times 
when Mark and Dave were working him over."

"My Sweetie isn't like that. He's different. He wouldn't 
do anything without me. We promised each other." I said 
with some conviction, but there was a seed of doubt 
because my sweetie really seemed to enjoy sucking and 
getting ass-fucked. Hadn't he cum three times without 
even having his cock touched? I felt my confidence 
waning. Gathering up all my fortitude, I said, 
"Mistress, you need to go. Go now!"

"And what if I don't? Are you going to hurt me? Just 
what are you going to do, my little bitch!" Pat replied 
as her eyes seared through me like a hot poker and I 
felt a 'wetness' between my legs. My mistress snatched 
my arm and twisted it continuing she said, "What are you 
going to do, bitch? Are you going to twist my arm like 
this and make me fall to the floor? Make me beg for you 
not to hurt me!"

She was tearing my arm off and I thought it would come 
out of the socket as I lay on the floor. "Please stop. 
Don't hurt me." I begged.

"Don't hurt me WHAT?" Pat said.

I sobbed a reply as tears streamed down my cheeks, 
"Don't hurt me, my mistress."

She replied, "That's correct, I AM your mistress and you 
always do what I say. Isn't that right?"

She still had a firm grip on my arm. I answered, "Yes, 
my mistress, I do what you say always." I knew I had to 
do what she wanted because in a strange way, she loved 
me and just wanted to show me different pleasures. She 
released me and pulled up her dress as she sat down and 
said, "I want you to eat me."

I took my position between her legs and began lapping at 
her cunt just the way she liked it. She began to moan 
and pulled my head into her pleasingly fragrant pussy as 
she came on my face with a flood of juices. It tasted 
wonderful as I drank it down. She said, "Let me see if 
you're wet." I stood up and lifted my dress as my 
mistress slipped her hand in my panties. She pulled them 
down hard and began finger fucking me until I was good 
and wet then she stopped and said, "You need to learn 
some self-control. I'm going to leave and I don't want 
you masturbating to finish this off. Do you understand?"

I responded, "Yes, my mistress, whatever you say." I was 
really hot by then and it would be difficult, but I 
thought I could do it. She left and I headed for the 
shower to cool off. I wish my husband was home so he 
could hold me and tell me everything would be alright. I 
had a fitful sleep that night, but I didn't masturbate.

The next day about 9 am, my mistress called. When I 
heard her voice on the other end of the line, I felt a 
tremor of fear go through me and I wondered what she was 
going to do to me. The conversation started out 
innocently enough with topics about how nice it was for 
summer; a new dress she wanted to show me; and her Oscar 
(fish) had died. She asked, "Is there anyone there with 
you?"

I replied, "No."

"Where are you?" she queried.

"I'm in the living room." was my answer.

"What are you wearing?" was the next question.

"My bathrobe." I answered.

She asked, "What's under it?"

"Nothing." was my answer.

"Go to the picture window, open the drapes and stand 
there." she demanded. I did as she requested.

"Open your robe and look down and tell me what you see!" 
was my mistress' next order.

I replied, "I can't."

"No, you will or you will be punished!" she replied.

"I can't do that for you." was my reply as I summoned up 
some courage.

"If you don't do as I order, I'll punish your husband 
when he gets back." was her threat. 

"No, don't do that please, my mistress." I replied.

"Well, what do you see?" she questioned. While standing 
in the center of our picture window, I opened my robe 
and looked down. A tear ran down my cheek and I began to 
cry because my weakness could cause my Sweetie to get 
hurt. I can't believe I allowed/wanted this to happen to 
us. I answered between sniffles, "I see my tits and 
pussy."

"Don't cry. It'll be alright. Pinch you right nipple. 
Pinch it hard! Do it. Do it now!" she ordered. I did as 
she ordered and a pain shot through me like an 
electrical current, but it caused me to get wet, too. I 
let out a stifled 'Mmmmfff' sound into the phone. My 
mistress said, "Good, you should be wet. Spread your 
legs and finger yourself. Don't argue with me or I'll 
hang up and then your hubby will be in for it when he 
returns." How could I let him be hurt because of my 
actions, so I slipped two fingers into my dripping cunt 
as I did a 'Mmmmm' sound escaped from my lips.

Her next order was, "Finger yourself until you cum, my 
little bitch!" I pinched my nipple as hard as I could to 
help me cum faster and I shoved my fingers deep into my 
drooling pussy. I closed my eyes and drifted off into 
pre-orgasm land. I came in several waves as my knees 
buckled and I dropped the phone to the floor. Once 
recovered, I retrieved the phone and my mistress said, 
"Look out the window!" 

As I crawled up to the window sill, I saw two men 
standing there and they began clapping and smiling. I 
felt my face turn crimson red. My mistress was standing 
by the tree in our front yard on her cell phone holding 
a package. She started walking toward the front door. I 
covered myself and closed the drapes. 

I went to the door and let her in. She said, "That was 
really great and those men enjoyed your show. They both 
had hard-ons. I'll bet they'll come by here often hoping 
for an encore performance. I bought this for you. Try it 
on." I opened the package and it was a little midnight 
black dress with matching black stockings, a garter 
belt, lacey bra, frilly thong and some six inch heels. I 
asked, "Where'd you get all this?"

"Victoria's Secret where else." she replied. I slipped 
on the thong and bra. Since I had never worn one, my 
mistress helped me with the garter belt and stockings, 
but first she made me take off the thong put it on over 
the garter belt. Her hands were exquisitely soft as the 
rubbed up and down my legs fixing the stockings just to 
her liking. I got damp. I slipped the dress on and it 
fit perfectly and stepped into the shoes. I saw my 
reflection in the dining room mirror and loved the way I 
looked – so sexy. All that black against my porcelain 
white skin. My mistress knew me. 

She said, "Wow! You look wonderfully hot – better than I 
imagined." She leaned in and kissed me with such a 
loving tenderness. How could she be so mean to me 
sometimes? "Let's sit down and talk awhile." she said.

We had a delightful conversation about all kinds of 
things. My mistress was well-read, articulate, funny, 
when she wanted to be, beautiful and she loved me. After 
about an hour, she slid over next to me and kissed my 
neck. I just closed my eyes as she moved to my ear, my 
cheek and then my lips. Her kisses were like clouds 
floating by – so delicate and sensuous. I was getting 
aroused when she slipped my new dress off my shoulder 
and kissed it. She said, "I need you to stand up." I did 
and she slowly unzipped my dress and her hands slid over 
my body as she helped remove that little black patch of 
fabric. I stepped out of it. 

She said, "You look more than beautiful – whatever that 
is." as her hand stroked my hair and her fingers ran 
over my lips. I was getting wet just thinking about the 
loving attention I was receiving. She kissed my lips, 
which parted to allow her tongue to ravish my mouth. We 
engaged in a deep embrace with hands caressing each 
other's body. She looked into my eyes and said, "I need 
to eat you." I immediately pulled my thong off and 
asked, "Do you want me to underdress?"

My mistress replied, "No, you look too sexy dressed like 
this." She knelt between my legs and slowly kissed her 
way up toward my now smoking pussy, but she stopped 
before reaching it. She undid my bra and pinched my 
nipple very hard and it was like pushing the starter 
button on a car. I was naked except for the garter belt, 
stockings and heels. I felt so sexy; looked so slutty 
and was so hot. She sucked my nipple into her mouth and 
I was ablaze with passion. She continued nibbling, 
biting and licking my nipples until I could hardly stand 
another second. 
She slid down and her tongue finally touched my clit. 
Her tongue is so wonderfully amazing that she can make 
me cum and cum and cum without stopping. I began to cum 
as I pulled her into my baby carriage. I only wished my 
hubby was here to enjoy this with me. Finally after 
about fifteen minutes, she let me catch my breath. I 
said, "Oh, my mistress, you are too good to me. I just 
love your tongue and how it makes me feel. I'd do 
anything for you."

My mistress replied, "I know you will." She stayed until 
dinner time and never asked me to do anything for her. 
She had brought her bag of goodies and after eating me, 
she fucked me with a big strap-on that had me cumming 
for at least thirty minutes. It was the greatest 
sexually fulfilling day of sex I'd ever had. At that 
moment, I couldn't have loved her more.

The next day she called about 10 am and said, "I want 
you to get dressed in the outfit I bought you." 

I asked, "All of it?" She replied, "Yes, all of it. What 
the fuck else would I mean!"

She arrived right after lunch and said, "We need to go 
somewhere. There's someone I want you to meet and if 
you're good, I'll eat you when we get back." That 
sounded terrific to me. I asked, "Where are we going?" 
She answered, "You'll see."

We drove for about ten minutes and ended up near the 
college campus. Homes in this neighborhood were usually 
rented by students. We stopped and approached this 
house. It needed a paint job in the worse way. My 
mistress knocked on the door and a young man answered. 
He was probably 20 or 21. When he saw me he said, "Pat, 
you said she was hot, but wow, she it flaming." My face 
flushed with embarrassment. We entered the house. My 
mistress said, "Why don't you two sit on the sofa and 
I'll get some drinks." I guess she had been there 
before.

I sat down at the end of the sofa and Harold sat next to 
me just staring at me. I was getting a little 
uncomfortable by his closeness and the glaring. I felt 
like a steak in the lion's cage. He put his hand on my 
leg and began to slide it up my leg. I shot up out of my 
seat and said, "What are you doing?"

He said, "I'm just checking out the merchandise." I 
thought to myself, "What the fuck does that mean? I'm 
not a commodity."

Just then my mistress emerged from the kitchen with some 
drinks. I said, "Pat, we need to go. This young man is 
trying to get fresh with me."

Pat said, "Come over here and stand in front of me." I 
did. She reached up and ran her fingers though my hair 
and kissed my neck. I got a chill. She whispered in my 
ear, "You need to be a 'good' girl and do as I say. 
Remember I'll eat you, so let's just calm down and 
remember that you said you'd do anything for me." She 
unzipped my dress, slipped it off my shoulders and it 
fell to the floor. She said, "Doesn't my little bitch 
look superb."

Harold replied, "Yeah, she fucking awesome." My mistress 
pushed me down on the sofa and said, "I don't want to 
hear another complaint out of you. Understand!"

I replied, "Yes." Pat retorted, "Yes, WHAT?"

My heart dropped as I realized what I was in for and 
responded, "Yes, my mistress." 

After that reply, Harold's hands were all over me – 
sliding up my legs, on my tits, kissing my neck. I just 
sat there in trance. In a couple minutes, I was naked 
except for my heels, stockings and garter and he was 
fingering me. My mistress was sitting in a chair just 
watching and said, "Pinch her nipple hard and watch what 
happens." He did. I couldn't control myself and began to 
cum. My mistress just watched while stroking her pussy. 
Soon I was sucking his cock as he came in my mouth. He 
said, "Don't swallow it. Show it to me."

I opened my mouth and he stuck his finger in it, swished 
his stuff around and rubbed some on my face and tits. He 
said, "OK, you can swallow the rest." I did. He had my 
lay down and fucked me. He came in about 10 minutes. My 
mistress said, "Now watch this. Count how many times she 
cums." She knelt between my legs and began to flick her 
tongue on my clit. I was so hot for her that I began to 
cum immediately and lost count of my orgasms. When she 
finally stopped about 15 minutes later, Harold said, "I 
think there were at least twenty."

We left and returned to my house, my mistress said, "You 
were a real 'good' girl and now I will give you your 
reward." She had me take my dress and thong off and 
began to eat me again. I loved it. Her tongue can do 
magical things to my pussy. After about twenty minutes 
of cumming, I was exhausted. When she left she said, 
"We'll do this again tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 9 
because Harold has late classes tomorrow."

The next day, my mistress pulled up at 9 exactly and we 
were off to Harold's place. When we got there, two other 
young men were there – Tim and Tom, twins – Harold's 
roommates. My mistress said, "This is my little bitch 
and she does whatever I say. Don't hurt her, but have 
fun – OK, boys." She looked at me and said, "Don't 
complain just enjoy yourself. You'll get your reward 
when we get back to your place." She unzipped my dress 
like the day before and I felt abandoned and alone in 
this room with four other humans there. 

Harold laid on the couch with his cock sticking straight 
up and said, "Why don't you just hop on and we'll see 
where it goes from here." I lowered myself onto his cock 
and he began to pump into me. Tim and Tom had other 
ideas. Tim moved toward my face and said, "Suck me, you 
slut." Tom spit on my brown hole and began fucking my 
ass. He said, "This is the hottest bitch we've ever 
fucked. She'll do anything. What a cum slut." This 
continued until they all came. 

I thought I was done, but they switched positions and so 
it went until I had sucked them all and been fuck in the 
ass and cunt by each one. My mistress requested, "Hey, 
boys before we leave I want each of you to jack off on 
her face and hair. Do you think you could do that for 
me?"

They responded in unison, "Hell, yeah, we can do that." 
When they were finished, I had globs of cum in my eyes 
and my hair was glued together like a dog with the 
mange. My mistress wouldn't let me clean it off before 
we left.

On the way home, we stopped at a convenience store and 
she made me go in. My mistress made me stand by the 
check-out counter as several guys in line looked us over 
and stared at me with dried cum on my face and in my 
hair. They knew what it was. She saw them gawking at me 
and said, "Yes, it's cum. She likes it." I felt about 3 
inches small. She bought a Coke and we left. Once we 
were at my house she stripped me and ate my pussy liked 
she promised. I came like rain in the rain forest, in 
torrents. When she was finished, she lightly patted my 
pussy and said with a smile, we need to give this a 
rest. You have tomorrow off. 

After she left, I cleaned up and began to cry. I was so 
alone and helpless. I felt betrayed by my mistress that 
she would treat me like this and encourage this to 
happen to me. I thought about killing myself, but my 
sweet hubby. What had I gotten us into? This was all my 
fault. I realized I wasn't a sometime 'slut'. I was a 
fulltime 'SLUT'. I headed for bed even though it was 
only 2 in the afternoon. I slept until the next morning.

It was a beautiful spring morning. The air was fresh; 
the birds were singing and the sun shone brightly. About 
9, the doorbell rang. I peeked out the window and didn't 
see my mistress' car, so I wondered who it might be. I 
opened the door and it were two men that I didn't know, 
but I thought that I might have seen them somewhere. 

One said as he looked me up and down, "We were just 
passing by and thought we'd say hello." 

Their stares were making me uneasy as I answered, "Well, 
hello. Can I help you gentlemen?"

The taller one said, "We both noticed that you're a 
beautiful woman and very well built."

I replied, "Don't you think that's a bit forward 
considering we don't know each other?"

"Oh, but we do. We've seen you naked." he responded. I 
thought "seen me naked" when could that have happened. 
My heart stopped then started to race as my brain 
snapped to the realization that they were ones that 
watched me a couple days ago. I blushed.

Noticing my redness, the shorter one said, "Don't be 
ashamed. You are the most beautiful woman we've seen in 
a long time and we really appreciated how engrossed you 
were with your activities. We thought that's a woman we 
need to meet, so here we are."

Trying to end this conversation, I said, "Well, it's 
been nice to meet you. I've got an appointment to get 
to."

The tall one grabbed my hands and lustfully peered 
deeply into my eyes as he towered over me and said, "I 
think you want to invite us in. Don't you?" My brain 
'shorted out' and drifted off to, I don't know where. My 
pussy got wet and I went numb. I couldn't help myself 
and said, "Yes, come in."

Once the door closed, he pushed me down in front of him 
and unzipped his pants. He said, "Take it out!" In a 
daze, I reached up and slipped my hand inside his boxers 
and pulled out an eight inch cock. He said, "I think you 
want to suck it now. Don't you?" I can't believe that I 
said, "Yes, that would be nice." My lips and tongue 
worked his cock right there at my own front door. The 
other man groped at my breasts and removed my blouse and 
bra. He pinched my nipples so hard that I almost came 
right then. 

The one whose cock I was sucking grabbed my head pumped 
as he blew a load into my mouth and said, "Drink my cum, 
you slut." I did. The other man pushed me down on my 
back and began devouring my tits as the other stripped 
me. I was in a trance of disbelief especially because I 
couldn't believe I wasn't putting up any resistance. I 
guess Pat's training had affected me more than I 
realized. Both men quickly stripped. The man sucking my 
tits pushed my legs apart and slammed his cock so 
forcefully into my dripping cunt that he lifted me off 
the floor. I came immediately. The other put his cock in 
my mouth and my tongue instinctively began to give it my 
best treatment. 

Once he was fully hard, he said, "I want to fuck her 
ass." His friend grasped my waist and rolled over on his 
back taking me with him. The other man positioned 
himself behind me and spread my cheeks as he slid his 
cock into my ass. I could feel both their cocks sliding 
in and out of both my holes like pistons on a cam shaft 
– in, out, up, down – over and over. They must have done 
this before because one cock would slide into my cunt 
and the other slid out of my ass making sure I was 
always filled with cock. They had a good rhythm. At that 
moment, I was helpless to stop them even if I wanted to 
because I was cumming uncontrollably as my juices gushed 
from my pussy and my head spun. They both came and got 
dressed. 

Before leaving the said, "We have to go, but we'll come 
by every week or two to check on you. Hope you enjoyed 
yourself because we certainly did." They left and I 
masturbated using their cum until I had at least four 
more orgasms. I needed my husband home to help me 
control what I'd become.

That night, I got a phone call from my Sweetie. He said, 
"Honey, I've got some bad news. I got to be out here 
another week." 

I screamed, "Nooooooo, I can't be without you any 
longer. Please come home. Everything is going to shit."

He answered, "Has Pat been bothering you?"

"She's been talking to me and making me do things." I 
replied.

He sounded worried when he said, "You mean with other 
people or just on the phone?"

I couldn't tell him the truth, not on the phone when he 
was so far away, so I lied and said, "No just on the 
phone."

"So it's just phone sex then." he replied. I lied again 
and answered, "Yes, just phone sex."

He said, "That's OK, Honey. I know the power she has 
over you and I'm glad it's just phone sex. I hope to get 
this wrapped up early, so I can be home with you sooner. 
See you soon. Love ya." 

I replied with a defeated soul, "Love you, too."

I decided I wouldn't answer the phone or the doorbell 
until my husband got home. That was my only way to 
survive this. It was working then Friday came. It was 
about 3 pm and I heard my front door open. I knew I had 
locked it, so I was worried. I should have been worried 
because in walked my mistress. I said, "How did you get 
in here." 

She replied, "Don't you remember. You gave me a key. I 
was worried about you. You haven't been answering the 
phone or returning my messages. Since you're alone in 
this house, I thought something might have happened to 
you."

I replied, "I'm alright. I just need some alone time to 
think."

"I think you need some wine and hot bath. That really 
helps me relax." my mistress replied as she headed for 
the bathroom. "I'll run you one. That Jacuzzi of yours 
will certainly do the trick." 

Once my bath had been drawn, she said, "I think it's 
ready for you." When I walked in, the mirror was already 
fogging up, so the water must have been pretty warm. My 
mistress said, "Let me help you out of those clothes."

I said, "No, I want to do it myself. 

She replied, "I won't do anything. Just let me help you. 
I love to help you. You know that. Please." She had 
never said 'please' to me before. I reluctantly replied, 
"OK."

She unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off. She 
unsnapped my bra, slipped it off and rubbed my shoulders 
where the straps had dug into them. Her hands were like 
feathers. That felt nice. She unzipped my jeans and slid 
them down my legs. I stepped out of them. She reached up 
and slipped her thumbs into my panties waistband and 
slowly pulled them down. I was naked in front of her. 
She said, "Turn around." I did. Her eyes were drinking 
me in like nectar of the gods. She said, "The water's 
pretty warm. Go slow."

I dipped my foot cautiously into the water. It was 
pretty hot, but I continued. Soon I was lowering my body 
into the soothing warmth. Once I was fully immersed, she 
said, "Let me turn it on." The jets felt great as they 
massaged my tensions and I could feel them drifting away 
just like a tea bag tendrils wafting away in hot water. 
I was relaxed and it felt wonderful. 

My mistress brought us two large glasses of the Malbec I 
loved and place mine on the tub ledge. I took a few 
slips. While she sat in the vanity chair and watched, 
she took a few sips, too. Soon both of us had finished 
the wine and my mistress headed for the kitchen for the 
bottle. She refilled our glasses. We talked about 
everything except the one thing that I feared. With the 
water's warmth, the wine was affecting me quickly. 

I drank it too fast, but I was feeling really relaxed 
for the first time since my hubby went on his business 
trip. Pat turned on the hot water to add some more heat. 
I could feel the water as it rushed around my body and 
the jets burrowed into my tensions. I was about half 
finished with my second glass when my mistress said, 
"You look so relaxed now. Can I join you?"

I feared she would take advantage of me in this state 
and replied, "No, I don't think so."

"Please, I promise I won't do anything." she pleaded. 
That was the second time today that she had said 
'please' to me. In a weak moment, I said, "OK, but no 
funny business." 

She removed her clothes. She's so beautiful with golden 
hair and tanned body. She stepped in behind me so that 
my back nestled up against her breasts. The water level 
rose up to my neck. As I rested on her chest, I could 
feel that her nipples poking into my back. They were 
hard as pebbles. A tingle came over me and I wanted to 
get out, but the warmth and the wine convinced me 
otherwise. My mistress said, "Oh, this feels really 
good. I like the way the jets just massage your body. 
They swivel so you can direct them exactly when they 
need to go."

She moved one and aimed direct at my left nipple. It was 
like a thousand tongues flicking it. I began to feel a 
stirring between my legs. She re-directed another jet to 
hit the other one. I could feel I was going to lose 
control and tried to get up, but the wine and warmth had 
turned my legs into jelly. I couldn't move. She parted 
my legs. I said, "No, don't do this."

As she took the hand sprayer, she replied, "I'm not 
doing anything." She immersed it underwater and turned 
it on with the pulsating flow and directed it at my 
pussy. When the first pulse of water hit it, I knew I 
was lost. I was cumming in about five seconds as my 
mistress held me close with her arm around my waist as 
she moved the water stream back and forth over my clit 
and I came and came and came. She whispered in my ear, 
"I just love watching you cum. It's so hot. It just 
shows me how much you love me. I love making you feel 
good."

I responded, "Oh, my mistress, please don't do this. 
Please don't make me do anything tonight. Please."

Her response was, "I won't make you do anything you 
don't want to do." She turned the sprayer off and moved 
to the edge of the tub then spread her legs. I knew I 
had to eat her because she was my mistress. I buried my 
face in her pussy and made her cum. She said, "See I 
knew you wanted to do that." She got me out of the tub 
and laid out my black dress outfit. When I saw it, I 
said, "OH NO, please not that! No! Not tonight. Let's 
just stay here and make love, my mistress."

"Remember when I first made you do things that you 
thought you didn't like, but you really did. Well, this 
is one of those things." was her rebuttal. Soon I was 
dressed and we were heading for Harold's apartment. Once 
we arrived, it was a party, but there were just guys 
there about a dozen. It wasn't fifteen minutes and I was 
naked on the floor fucking and sucking everyone there. 
This went on for hours and I came every time I had a 
cock in my mouth, pussy or ass most of the time all 
three at once. 

My mistress just watched while rubbing her cunt. She had 
all the boys cum on me as I lay on the floor. I had cum 
covering every inch of my body. She got me dressed and 
took me home and left me with my clothes glued to my 
skin. I stood in the shower with all my clothes on 
trying to wash away everything I had become and not 
wanting it to be that way. I must have been in there an 
hour just crying and hating myself.

***

The next day, Pat showed up with another woman in tow. I 
didn't want to let them in, but I couldn't say no to my 
mistress. They had brought lunch for us. Pat introduced 
the other woman, Angelique. She was really cute and 
petite just like a little pixie. She was a couple inches 
short than myself and wore her brownish hair in a bob 
that draped around her Audrey Hepburn neck. Her face was 
an oval shape with a slight V as it tapered to her chin. 
Her skin was perfectly smooth. I was very envious. 

Her lips looked so succulent even without lipstick. The 
upper one was slightly thicker than the lower one – not 
too big or too small just Goldilocks' right. She had a 
little turned up thin nose and the biggest brown eyes 
I'd even seen. She was just lovely. My husband would 
have enjoyed ogling this beautiful young woman.

Her legs were displayed nicely in a pair of skinny black 
pants that clung to her narrow hips and posterior. Her 
feet were nestled in a pair of comfy looking grey flats. 
Her torso was covered with a white blouse and a petitely 
flowered scarf slung loosely around her shoulders.

Her mouth opened and a delightful French accent spilled 
forth like an avalanche of sensuality as she said, "Hel-
low, bonjour. C'est agrιable de vous rencontrer." I 
adored her immediately. 

Pat took hold of Angelique's arm and led her to the 
living room sofa and ordered, "Kathy, get us some drinks 
– something with a kick." I returned with a bottle of 
Cabernet Sauvignon and three glasses. I filled all the 
glass and we began our introductory conversation. After 
eating our panni's and snacking on a baguette or two, I 
was more impressed with this new woman. Her English was 
impeccable but with a sexy French accent. I was taken by 
her. 

From our conversation, I discovered that she was a 
twenty-three year old third grade teacher at Ecole Saint 
Dominique Primaire et Maternelle in Dijon (like the 
mustard). She was visiting the US on summer break and 
just loved the openness of the US, both the spacious 
topography and idealism. She seemed a little shy maybe 
it was being in an unfamiliar country or maybe she just 
needed someone to guide her. I wondered how Pat knew all 
these interesting people.

We were all feeling the three glasses of wine when Pat 
looked at Angelique and said to my embarrassment, "Kathy 
is my slave. Isn't that right, Kathy?"

I felt my face flush with heat as I turned beet red, but 
Pat's eyes bore down on me and I reluctantly replied 
softly, "Yes, my mistress."

Pat snapped back, "I didn't hear you, my little cunt."

As my eyes sank to the floor, I answered louder, "Yes, 
my mistress."

Pat pulled up her skirt up sans panties and spreading 
her legs said, "I want you to eat me."

I rose from the overstuffed chair and positioned myself 
between her legs. I had to obey her. After all, she was 
my mistress. Positioning herself on the edge of the 
sofa, she pulled my face to her cunt as I lapped at her 
juices. I heard her ask Angelique, "Do you want her to 
eat you?"

She replied, "No, that's alright."

Pat said, "I don't think that's an option, my little 
croissant." Pat stared and ordered her to take her pants 
and undies off. Pat had this gorgeous French girl under 
her control, too. As I kept lapping at Pat's slit, 
Angelique did as ordered. She was lovely with or without 
clothes. She had an European full bush that was trimmed 
around the edges so it didn't look too wild.

I continued licking and sucking Pat's cunt until she 
came loudly and slid her slit up and down my face. I was 
covered with her orgasm. She said, "Whew that was great. 
Now do Angelique and show her how good of a teacher I 
am."

I slowly approached Angelique. Her legs tentatively 
spread as if she wasn't sure what to expect. I 
exquisitely slowly slipped my hands up each leg, one on 
each snowy leg starting from her knee. When they were 
half way up, I leaned forward and began kissing her soft 
flesh about mid-thigh. It tasted like peaches so 
delicately sweet. I began to get wet. My lips moved to 
her other leg and began the same treatment while my free 
hand stroked her inner thigh with a feather light touch. 
She squirmed with acceptance.

After about ten minutes of teasing, my tongue flicked 
her crease between her leg and torso. My eyes saw her 
dampness and the excitement I was causing. I licked my 
fingers and ever slow lightly slid them over her pink 
wet lips. My fingers unrelentingly circled her labia, 
which caused her breathing to increase to almost 
panting. I would hear a deep sigh every minute or two. I 
knew she was relishing the treatment she was getting. I 
had to be great for my mistress, but most of all, I 
really wanted it for myself. I needed to please this 
charming French porcelain doll whose legs I found myself 
nestled between. 

Suddenly, a feeling flowed over me like a tidal wave; it 
was the desire to completely possess her, so there was 
no escape for her from my wanton desires. She would be 
MY slave to do my bidding. At once, I understood Pat's 
motivation and obsession to own me and my husband.

With this new realization firmly implanted in my 
consciousness, I knew it was time. My tongue extended 
and the tip found her clit. I flicked at it like a snake 
tasting the air. You'd of thought that I'd unexpectedly 
set off a firecracker by the way she nearly jumped off 
the sofa. I owned her now and I wasn't going to let her 
get away without tasting her orgasms. I started my 
tongue at her pucker muscle and slurped at it as she 
wriggled between my arms. I moved up to her slit and 
using a lot of spit lapped up and down on it like a lion 
with a fresh antelope. 

Much to my pleasure, she was pinching and pulling her 
nipples and began screaming and cumming. My arms clamped 
down on her legs so as to not let her get away from my 
feverish attack on her juicer. I kept licking, sucking 
and lapping up her juices as they flowed freely like an 
artesian fountain. She tasted sweet and delicate like a 
true "French" pastry. She just melted in my mouth.

In the background, I guess Pat was impressed. I heard 
her say, "I don't think she's ever eating me with such 
ferocity. Angelique, you're getting the extra special 
treatment."

I don't know how long I was imbedded in Angelique's 
cunt, but forever wouldn't have been long enough. Pat 
finally grabbed my hair and pulled me out saying, 
"Kathy, let her catch her breath."

I looked up from my knees with my face covered with spit 
and cum and saw Angelique reclining exhausted on the 
sofa. She had the most satiated grin float across her 
lips. I looked at her with her legs languishingly spread 
before me; cunt hair that was matted by my spit. There 
was no modesty left; she was completely comfortable in 
this position. I lightly slid my fingers up and down her 
dripping slit. I had to memorize every detail of her. 
Her cunt was mine if I wanted it. I did. I wanted her to 
belong to me like I belonged to Pat.

Pat and Angelique spent the rest of the day and we did 
things, a lot of things to each other. It was wonderful.

***

Sunday afternoon, I got a call from my hubby. Although 
our relationship was changing, hearing from him always 
made me feel safe. He said he had finished all his 
business by working all weekend, so he could come home 
to me earlier. I love him so much. He really is the 
sweetest guy and all the things he does for me. He said 
he'd be home Monday afternoon. I was elated.

***

As soon as my plane landed and we were allowed to stand 
up, I pushed my way to the front of the plane. I pissed 
off about half the plane, but I needed to get to Kathy. 
She had sounded so sad when I'd talked to her. I needed 
to take care of my baby. Once I drove into the driveway, 
my beautiful wife came sprinting out the front door and 
wrapped her arms around me and squeezed so tight that I 
almost couldn't breathe. We kissed and hugged like I'd 
been on a long combat deployment. I saw Marge looking 
out her window observing. I waved. She smiled. I was 
glad to be home.

We went inside and sat down. "I missed you so much, 
Honey. I could hardly stand it. Have you been a 'good' 
girl while I've been gone?" I asked. 

Kathy looked a little strange, but with a smile on her 
face she said, "I've been my best." She hugged me again 
and I just held her in my arms as I enjoyed the scent of 
her hair and the warmth of her body as nuzzled into my 
chest. This felt like it was supposed to be.

Later that evening Pat called. I looked at my wife. She 
shook her head no. I said, "Pat, I'd prefer that you not 
come over." 

She said, "Do you think you're going to fuck my little 
cunt? If you do, are you up for some punishment?"

I gathered up all my courage and said, "If that's what 
it takes, I guess that's what it'll be then." 

Her reply was, "Well, a lot has happened since you've 
been gone, so I guess it would be alright for you to 
finger-fuck her. Goodnight, see you tomorrow." I thought 
I wonder what that meant. 

I asked Kathy, "Pat said that a lot has happened since 
I've been gone. What does she mean?"

My wife looked down and relayed the story of Pat making 
her masturbate in the front window. I asked, "Did anyone 
see you?"

She reluctantly said, "I had my eyes closed, but when I 
finished, there were two men watching."

"Is that all?" was my next questions. She looked like a 
beat puppy and said, "Yes." With some lingering doubt, I 
thought, given the control Pat has been putting on her, 
she did well. 

As we retired to the bedroom, I said to my wife, "I 
don't really want to fuck tonight?"

She replied, "Yes, Sweetie, let's just snuggle." 

I was unsure of myself because even while holding my 
love in my arms, my cock didn't get hard. Like I thought 
it might. We settled in for an all-night cuddle session. 
It was great to have my wife to myself for this night at 
least.

The next morning, the weather was ominous – black skies, 
thunder, lighting and raining cats and dogs. Maybe this 
was a sign of things to come or maybe things would be 
better once the storm passed. I felt the coolness of the 
gel Kathy was rubbing on my shoulders and I remembered 
that things were back to "normal". 

When I got to work, the rain had stopped. First thing, I 
did a detailed de-briefing for my boss on my trip and 
how I thought things went. He was pleased that I had 
finished early and commented that he had reported to his 
boss that the client thought I did a great job. 

Once I returned to my office, I found several emails 
from Pat with page links. I opened the first one. It was 
a girl sucking a big cock. She was doing a great job of 
licking and sucking. About a minute in, it faded out for 
a few seconds and when it reappeared, it was my face on 
her head sucking his cock as he came. I couldn't help it 
as my cock started to stir in its confines. 

Reluctantly but curious, I opened the next one. It was a 
shemale getting fucked. She was riding the guy's cock 
reverse cowgurl and was bouncing up and down with his 
big cock up her ass. Of course, her cock was bigger than 
mine and it flopped back and forth as she rode him. Her 
face faded out and mine took its place just as she shot 
cum all over her belly. 

I was as hard as my cock could get while being 
restrained. I don't know how Pat had done this because 
I'd never given her my work email. She must've gotten it 
from Kathy. What was I going to do now? I was so fucking 
horny and my dick was locked up. I needed a release. It 
was almost lunch time.

I work downtown and a few blocks from my office is a sex 
arcade. Once the lunch hour arrived, I headed straight 
for it. I'm not quite sure what I was going to do there, 
but I had to do something. I asked the clerk what kind 
of videos he had. He said that the machines in the back 
had all kinds – hardcore hetero, lesbian, shemales, 
homo, whatever you want. 

He said, "It's really dark in there so use this guide to 
find the cubical you want."

He gave me a map of the back room that showed which type 
video was shown in each cubical. As least, I saved the 
embarrassment of asking. All I had to do was go to the 
type I needed. The problem was I didn't know what I 
needed. There was one called cuckold. I didn't know what 
that meant, so my curiosity got the best of me. 

I stepped into the back room, the clerk was right. It 
was almost black in there. I stood just inside the door 
for several minutes until my eyes got adjusted. Each 
door had the cubical number on it with small red LED 
lights. I found the one I was looking for and entered 
closing the door behind me. 

I put my money in; the movie started; and two guys were 
there with a hot looking chick. One guy sat in a chair 
and the big-dicked guy proceeded to fuck the woman in 
every orifice while guy in chair slowly jacked off. From 
the crappy dialogue, the guy in the chair was her 
husband and he liked to watch his wife get fucked with 
big cocks. I could relate, but that wasn't what I was 
looking for exactly, but it seemed like a category that 
was something I sorta liked. 

I checked the paper again and saw a cubical called sissy 
cuckold. I wondered if that what was what I was looking 
for so I headed for that cubical. It was pretty cramped. 
Once the movie started, there was a hot woman and a guy 
dressed in women's clothes. He actually looked pretty 
good in them. His wife made him strip and I noticed that 
his cock was locked up like mine. A big guy entered the 
scene and stripped. He had a huge cock and the wife made 
her husband suck the guy. My cock started to squirm. Was 
this it? 

I continued to watch the movie as the big guy fucked the 
shit out of the woman as her husband licked the guy's 
balls. I felt something touch my leg. It was dark except 
for the light from the screen. I reached down to move 
whatever it was away and felt a hard big cock. At first, 
I didn't know what to do, but soon my fingers started to 
unconsciously wrap around it. It felt so good in my hand 
– so warm, pulsing with life and passion. I watched the 
movie and stroked it slowly. I heard a moan from the 
next cubical then the voice said, "Suck it."

My consciousness was a mass of confusion and 
uncertainty. I looked down at it. What the fuck am I 
going to do, but at that moment, this thing in my hand 
is what I needed. I knelt down and began to lavish my 
tongue on the anonymous cock just like Kathy's dildo. It 
felt good in my mouth. I had lost it just sucking like 
there was no tomorrow. The strange member began shooting 
thick and creamy cum deep into my mouth. It tasted so 
good. I sucked and drank it down until it softened. 

Just as I had finished with that one when another bigger 
cock appeared from the other side, it dawned on me. I 
realized I needed a release. I stroked and sucked this 
bigger cock until it was good and wet. I stood up and 
dropped my pants as I positioned my ass against the hole 
in the wall. I spread my cheeks. I felt the pressure 
then it slipped into my ass. My ass pressed hard up 
against the wall trying to get as much this cock into me 
as I could. It started fucking me and yes, oh yes, this 
is what I needed. It felt so good. 

This cock was pleasing me, filling me, fucking me. With 
a couple deep thrust, he came and so did I. My cock was 
leaking cum from its confines. It felt so good to have 
my nuts drain some of their load. I had the release I 
needed and wanted, but I needed more. Thank god a third 
cock appeared. I thoroughly wetted it and again 
positioned myself for the fucking that I wanted. I came 
again in a couple minutes, however being the good fuck 
slut, I stayed in position until this cock shot its load 
into my ass, too. What the fuck was wrong with me? This 
couldn't have happened. Did it or was it just a figment 
of my imagination?

It had been an hour and half. I needed to get back to 
work. As I pulled my pants up, I could feel the cum 
dripping from my ass. It was scary, exciting and real at 
the same time. The clerk smiled as I left and said, "Now 
that you know what we have to offer, don't be a 
stranger."

When I arrived home from work Pat was there waiting for 
me as I pulled in the driveway. She met me on the way to 
the door and said, "I missed you, too. Our anniversary 
night was so special. I get wet just thinking about it." 
She grabbed me and kissed me with her tongue licking the 
back of my throat as her hand slip down and to check my 
cock restraint. I broke loose and said, "What the fuck, 
Pat. Someone could be watching." I was right, Marge was 
peering out her window, but she wasn't smiling this 
time. We went inside.

We all had a nice conversation and Pat said, "I hope you 
enjoyed the videos I sent you because I've got some 
special activities planned for tonight."

I asked, "What's so special?"

"Well, you'll be the center of attention. We'll be 
taking care of you. So why don't you take off your 
clothes and lay down on the bed."

Kathy chimed in, "Yeah, Sweetie, it'll be fun and I know 
you'll like it when we're finished."

As she handed me a blindfold, Pat said, "You have to put 
this on so it doesn't spoil the surprise. Remember, 
don't move because we don't want to hurt you."

I put the blind fold on and laid on the bed. Soon I feel 
the girls take first one arm and then the other and 
handcuff it to the bedpost. I wondered what devious plot 
these women had on their minds. Soon the same thing 
happened to my legs. I was totally immobile and at their 
mercy. I wasn't sure if I was OK with that, but what the 
hell, it was too late now.

I heard some giggling and a "phiffff" sound and then 
felt a dampness on my chest then something sliding over 
it. Pat took off my chastity device. It felt great to 
not be confined then I felt their hands smearing 
something on my cock and nuts. I then realized that they 
were shaving me. This continued on my arms, legs, and 
feet. They rolled me over and did the backside too. I 
felt the device being re-secured. I heard the click of 
the lock and they said, "We're done and you look 
beautiful."

As Kathy ran her hands over my chest and legs, I got 
chills. Soon Pat joined in and was doing the same. My 
cock wasn't even getting hard although I was horny. 

Pat said, "He feels so smooth just like a girl. I'll 
take the cuffs off your ankles, but you have to pull 
your legs up to your chest for us. OK?"

I replied, "Alright."

They released my ankles from the bedposts. After I had 
pulled my legs to my chest, I felt them lock my ankles 
to bedposts where my hands were. Pat then said, "Kathy, 
doesn't he look good like that? Couldn't you just fuck 
him to death in that position?"

I heard some more giggling then I felt someone get on 
the bed. I heard buzzing sound from the bathroom. I felt 
Kathy's dildo at the entrance to my poop chute then a 
push. It was in and it began sliding back and forth. The 
buzzing sound got closer. I felt vibrations on my nuts. 
I'm not sure who was fucking me – Pat or Kathy, but they 
were doing a great job. My nuts were tingling with the 
vibrator and the dildo doing a job on my prostrate. I 
couldn't take any longer and screamed. 

Pat said, "Look, he's cumming. Let's see if we can get 
him to cum again. You fuck him this time."

There was a lull and the fucking began again until I 
shot another load on my belly. 

Pat said, "Don't waste it. Make him eat it." I felt 
their hands scooping you my releases and then I felt 
drops falling on my lips. I licked it off. Soon there 
were cum coated fingers being shoved in my mouth.

Kathy said, "I just love watching him swallow cum. It 
makes me so hot. That's what started all of this."

I thought to myself. What the fuck has happened to Kathy 
and me? I longed for the old days when I got to fuck her 
pussy and if I was good, she'd suck me, but it could 
never be that way again. We had lost our innocence. 
Kathy couldn't feel my little cock in her cunt any more. 
She needed and wanted big, thick cocks and I couldn't 
compete with them. Besides, now I couldn't get hard 
without looking at or sucking a big cock or cum without 
having a thick cock fucking my ass. I was hairless and 
my cock was locked up. I was horny all the time, but I 
couldn't get my release unless I did what Pat and Kathy 
ordered.

I was in a hopeless situation. I loved Kathy so much 
that I decided to just be the best at what I was doing. 
I asked Kathy and Pat, "What do you want me to do? But 
first, tell me, what is that gel you've been putting on 
me? My cock isn't any bigger. In fact, I think it's 
shrunk from being locked up all the time. " 

Pat said, "Well, that's a gel's called AndroGel. It's a 
testosterone booster. It's been keeping you horny all 
the time for us. Any woman knows guys follow orders a 
lot more readily when they're horny because their little 
brain is doing all their thinking." They both laughed. I 
felt like a helpless little pussy. 

They removed the blindfold and Pat said, "What we want? 
Let's see - we want you to be the sissy boi you really 
are! You have to do exactly as we say."

Kathy said, "Are you ready to commit like I have and go 
all the way?"

"Yes, I'm tired of fighting it any longer. I'll do 
anything you want because I love you." I replied.

Pat removed the key to my restraint from her neck and 
gave it to my wife then said, "I use to be just like you 
and after I committed, I turned into the beautiful woman 
you see before you. You can become Kathy's wife and 
she'll give you the good fucking you deserve every day. 
She's learned enough to be a self-sufficient "Hot Wife". 

I asked, "What's that?"

It's a wife that goes out and finds big cocked guys to 
fuck her. If she brings them home, you'll have to suck 
and fuck them, too. I'm sure they'll want to show you 
that they can fulfill your wife's needs better than you 
can ever imagine.

Kathy worriedly asked, "My mistress, are you going to 
leave us?"

"No, but it'll give me more time to for training 
Angelique. She's going to be a wonderful addition to the 
group. We'll all like that. Won't we, my little cunt?" 
was Pat's reply.

A big smile popped on Kathy's face as she said, "Oh yes, 
I'd love that. I just love her to death. Can I own her, 
please?"

Pat looked at Kathy and said, "Well, I'll think about 
it. But first, don't just stand there get some panties 
for your wife. We need to dress her up."

This all started with me wanting to convert my wife into 
a sucking and fucking slut. Funny, how it works out. 
She's the sucking and fucking slut I wanted, but I've 
been converted into her sucking, fucking, and cum 
addicted wife. I'm committed to being the best sissy boi 
slut I can be for her.

***

Moral of the story: Be careful what you wish for.

END

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