An Unfaithful Wife



7/13


I stretched my jaw as wide as I could and barely managed to take
the new head of the family into my mouth.  Then with effort, with
my gullet working all its muscles, Jerry's cock entered my throat,
like a swollen cork squeezed to re-enter a bottle.  I deep throated
him using every technique I'd learned from Mr. D.  

It was warm and seemed to pulse.  Or was that my pulse?  That
enormous cock pressed on my throat in every direction at once.  I
slid my lips over it, pulled them off, and then again licked its
entire length.  God, it was enormous!  Had all this been inside
Cassie?  How will she even know I'm there the next time I enter
her?  

"Look up at him, honey.  Look imploringly and adoringly into his
eyes, so he can look back and reassure you that you're doing just
fine."

I did that.  Jerry did too.  With a strange twist in my stomach, I
realized that I was now feeling better about all this, now that he
approved.  I had my man's permission to pleasure him!  Cassie's
man, she'd pleasured him first.  For hours.  But now look at me, I
told myself.  In front of my wife I'm cocksucking a life-sized
doll, a mannequin, a persuasive semblance of a handsome man, no one
real, and I'm grateful to him that he allows me! 

"Wrap your arms around his hips and his backside, baby.  Hug him to
you.  Love him.  You couldn't do that with Mr. Dildo mounted on the
back of a chair, so now enjoy the feel of a real body.  He won't
pull away!"

I did.  Somewhow it was much easier when I could hug him close and
hold his cock in place deep in my mouth.  As I pulled him toward
me, he thrust himself closer.  I began to writhe and twist my mouth
and lick and tongue him downside and upwards and sideways, in a
rising crescendo and finally a blind frenzy, and that artificial
man was soon fucking my mouth equally furiously, while strange
mewing cries came from my throat. 

My wife's voice now spoke gently from behind me.  "It's time,
honey.  Raise your arms and hug him around the small of his back
just as tight as ever you can.  Really squeeze your face into his
crotch!"

I did that, and almost immediately hot cum spurted from the tip of
that cock, then again and again!  It tasted a lot like my own.  But
it wasn't my own, it was Jerry's.  Before I knew what I was doing,
I'd swallowed it.  More came.  I swallowed that.  Finally, Jerry
was finished.  He stopped spurting, though his prick remained as
hard as ever.  

He was ready to go again.  His erection was indestructable!

I let go of his body and remained on my knees a minute or two, my
head bowed, trying to comprehend what had just happened.  I'd gone
berserk!  Jerry stood towering over me.  I looked up at him, and he
looked back understandingly.  "Thank you," I told this massive man,
not knowing why.  "You're welcome," his eyes seemed to answer back.

Cassie was impressed, I could tell by the quiet way she gave me her
next instruction.  "Now Jerry wants to get laid, baby.  Make
yourself available.  Lie down on the bed and pull him on top of you
and spread your legs wide and pull your knees up to your shoulders,
if you can.  Jerry likes a wide-open asshole.  That's my darling. 
Now, there's KY in the top drawer of the bureau, I'll spread it on
him this time, and I'll guide his cock into you too.  He's bigger
than Mr. D, so you'll need to go very slow the first few times, but
you'll soon be dilated enough for him to press on your prostate. 
Then you can pleasure him and pleasure yourself, and fuck each
other, and cum together!  And the best of it is, any time you wish! 
Dozens of times a day, if you wish!  All day every day, if that's
your pleasure!  Isn't this heavenly?"

I didn't know.  I lay back on the bed as asked and Cassie tumbled
him over me, and I clutched at him.  Hugged him, my man.  I was
still in an hallucinatory fog, an erotic unreality, not quite sure
what was happening.  I spread wide.

And felt him enter me slowly, slowly, until I was stuffed,
stretched, packed full.  Then more ....  When finally Jerry was
buried deep within me I wrapped my arms around his torso and began
giving him a ride, pitching and yawing and shifting my weight to
push and slide his prick against my prostate, the erotic spot
Cassie had once played with Mr. D's cockhead as if it were a
delicate musical instrument.  Now I was soloing with my arms
wrapped tight around my man as I humped him and he plunged in and
out of me, faster and deeper.  Until finally I exploded,
gloriously, with a grand, shrieking wail!   And hugged that dear
man tight as I climaxed, then felt his own hot cum pulse into my
guts.

When I recovered my breath, Jerry was still inside me.  I unhooked
my asshole from him carefully, and pushed him off.

Cassie was still there, still watching quietly.  "Don't you think
he deserves a kiss, sweetie?" she asked, by way of reminding me. 
"Look what he just did for you."     

I kissed him full on the lips.

"And now you need to answer me this.  Jerry's bisexual, so he
doesn't care.  But are you?  What were you just now, a boy or a
girl?"

I thought.  "I don't know," I replied.  "I just did what I had to
do."

"Then for your own sake take turns.  Do imagine yourself a gay man
with him one day and a sexy woman the next, until you know which is
most satisfying for you.  Which gives you the greater jolt of
humiliated horniness.  I want you to be ecstatically happy."  

She pulled him off me, and he lay there beside me on the bed, just
listening while Cassie explained things to me.

"You and Jerry will make your own arrangements, but just remember,
I want you to be as intimate with him, and as often, as you were
with Mr. D.  In a few more days when you've gotten to know each
other better I'll join the two of you.  You'll see then that he can
fuck me more thoroughly than you'll ever be able to fuck me.  He's
a superior man, Hal, and if that's embarrassing to your ego you
have to bear up and endure it.  You can console yourself that
you'll always be the one licking him out of me and he can't lick me
at all.  Because he's all man, all fuck or be sucked, no mouth or
rear end to do unto you reciprocally what you do to him.  He fucks,
you are fucked.  As far as he's concerned, you're like me, a mouth
and a cunt.  One more body he fucks.  You might think of yourself
as just that, one more woman like me, unless you have an
overpowering yen to become a gay man whenever you're with him."

Had I somehow forfeited to Jerry all right to use my penis when
making love to my wife?  I hoped not.  I felt ashamed of this whole
event.  Here I'd sucked and fucked myself into a frenzy with this
sex-doll, and it had been an intense sexual pleasure both ways, and
I felt grateful to Cassie for allowing me the privilege, the
deluded self-indulgence.  As a present to me, Jerry was daring and
daft.  I didn't know how I felt about him.  One thing was clear,
though.  I would be sharing Cassie's bed with Jerry because she
would be sharing my bed with him.  Who had more right?  It was only
fair.  What could I say?

"Thank you, Cassie," I told her.  "Thank you for my surprise
present."  I tried to think of something else to say.  "I love my
new dollie!" I added. 

"I thought you would, baby," she whispered to me in all sincerity. 
"I knew you would."  

She did love me, I couldn't doubt it.  Jerry was a love-gift.  I
reached out my arms and she fell into them and I hugged her as
Jerry would never be able to hug her, and she hugged me the same
way.  We were still man and wife.  

But I knew, uneasily, that sexually we'd crossed a line.  We were
a married couple with a male figure servicing us both with each
other's permission, and I would be watching her sexual throes with
him the way she'd just watched mine.  Neither of us could make
exclusive claims on the other.  Jerry was for practice, as Mr. D
had been.  Practice for what?  Practice for a sexually superior
rival who was real?  I now had one, and I couldn't even feel
jealous of him, because he wasn't real.  

It was confusing.  I felt diminished somehow.  Less important.  

What would happen?  I'd submit my mouth and body to Jerry, and
watch Cassie submit hers, and we'd both look forward to the next
time.  During the day Cassie would probably pause at her desk and
smile to herself, remind herself that at that very moment I was
probably sucking Jerry off, or he was lunging into my ass while I
hugged him gratefully.  That I was well taken care of, sexually. 
With that in mind, would she then feel free to turn to her own
sexual recreations?  

This could be a dress rehearsal for the rest of our lives.  If
Jerry were a live man I'd be feeling anguished, but I couldn't feel
much of anything.  Well, I did feel a certain curiosity about
whether the demeaned feeling I had would last.  Whether, after a
week or so, I'd still feel ashamed that my wife had made me into a
sex toy's sex toy.  


***********


Our honeymoon with Jerry lasted a few weeks.  It was a glorious
period of exalted experimentation, of opening all our orifices in
new ways to him and to each other.  Then our lives with him settled
into a routine.  Some nights the three of us would sleep together
in our marital bed, and none of us would get much sleep.  Some
nights Cassie would sleep in that bed with Jerry while I slept
alone in the guest room, listening glumly to her shrieks of joy as
that prick empaled her -- and she'd later come to my bed so I could
clean Jerry's cum from her swollen hole.  Some nights I slept with
Cassie and Jerry slept alone.  And some nights I slept with Jerry
in the guest room, just the two of us.  

I never felt comfortable imagining myself a man when Jerry was
fucking me, because not really being gay -- well, maybe only
marginally -- it confused me.  As a man I couldn't desire him.  But
as a girl I loved feeling his cock move in and out of me.  I loved
gratefully sucking on that wonderful thing of his, and I loved the
cum that rewarded my efforts when I'd brought him off.  I could
even appreciate his impassive handsomeness.  

I spent slow, languorous afternoons in his arms, really with him in
mine.  Sometimes we only cuddled.  I was Cassie's husband, but for
getting fucked I was Jerry's girlfriend except when Cassie wanted
him.  As his girl, my hip-swirling walk finally made sense.  I'd
often walk past him with a seductive waggle just for fun.  And
tight as they were, I liked my stretch pants because they kept
those moves visible.  That became the way I walked.  Whenever
Cassie and I walked into a restaurant or a theater lobby, people
would notice and some would smile.  I appreciated it, so I'd smile
back.  If they thought I was a previously closeted fag who'd
finally revealed himself -- and by now everyone we knew assumed it
-- it didn't matter.  I knew better.

What happened next seemed accidental.  It may have been.

We were all three together in our bedroom one morning, Jerry having
fucked both of us the previous night.  Cassie'd allowed me to fuck
her afterward, but obviously only as a labor of love -- after
Jerry, she usually couldn't tell whether I was inside her or not. 
I'd awakened first, and was on my knees with my arms wrapped around
Jerry's middle, ardently servicing him with my mouth, as I did
every morning.  His cum was my designated breakfast, and I
understood I had to earn it.  I was so intent that I was unaware
Cassie had awakened, had partially dressed herself, and was now
just standing there watching me.  

"You've come a long way, baby," she commented as I slid my lips up
and down Jerry's pole, my head bobbing on its long length like a
feeding bird, my fingers lightly tugging on its base as if Jerry
could feel it.  "I really must get you a real cock soon, something
attached to a real man who can appreciate your skill and devotion. 
You'll be all the more loving when you're with a good man who loves
you back." 

"Mmmmm Mmmmmmm," my mouth acknowledged.  She often goaded me by
implying that nowadays I sucked Jerry's cock because I was was a
man-hungry girl.  She knew that the implied insult to my gender
instincts was exciting.  She also knew that my mannerisms with
Jerry were almost always more girlish than manly nowadays, that I'd
made up my mind.  I was sometimes even outrageously flirtatious. 
She knew it excited me to be called a girl when I was with him,. 
It reminded me how irretrievably I'd compromised my manliness. 
What little remained.

I concentrated on bringing Jerry off with a flourish, and as his
juices squirted down my throat Cassie applauded.  I kissed his tip,
stood up, took a mock bow, and cocked my hip flirtatiously, until
reality returned and I could realize, 'I'm not Jerry's girl, I'm
Cassie's man.'  

Only then did I notice what Cassie was wearing.

"A dinner dress, Cassie?  And diamond drop ear-rings?  You're
gussied up rather well for a weekday at the office, aren't you?"

"Am I?" she asked innocently.  "Yes, I suppose I am.  It seems
there's this new client, he's asked me to meet him at Le Cirque
after work, you know, that fancy cocktail lounge downtown in the
hotel where he's staying.  A man with an enormously successful
company he's about to franchise out, sporting goods.  He leaves
town first thing tomorrow and needs a consult.  Potentially a very
big account.  And today wouldn't you know it, I'm overloaded, no
time even for lunch.  So the meet has to be after hours, without
even enough time for me to come home and change first."

All this was likely, Cassie's work did came in lulls and bursts. 
But she was explaining it to me at too great length.  Was her
business meeting with this man also a date?

"Oh, honey, I meant to tell you earlier, we'll probably be busy
together way past dinnertime.  So don't wait for me, just help
yourself to whatever's in the fridge, and if I'm late afterward,
remember that Jerry will help you pass the time enjoyably.  If I
luck out we'll finish in his hotel room, that's where he keeps his
paperwork -- I'll call you from there if I'm running really late,
so you won't worry."

I did begin worrying.  Was this the day I'd dreaded, when Cassie
would move from adultery with our fuck toy to the real thing?  Had
that day already long since passed?  Was I so debased, was I
already relegated in this marriage to the role of domestic
companion, someone who keeps her pussy well-licked and is rewarded
for it by fast fucks from Jerry?  These days when I serviced
Cassie's vagina I couldn't tell Jerry's cum from my own.  If it was
Jerry's.  And my prick never could measure up to Jerry's -- did she
use others that did?

I probably looked mournful, because when she looked up from
stroking lipstick onto her perfect mouth and saw my expression she
seemed surprised.  Then she smiled.  "Aww, honey, you care!" she
said.  In a mocking lilt?

And she rose and came forward to kiss me.  Her full lips pouted and
pressed onto mine, then clung, passionately rubbing and twisting
themselves against mine.  "Sweetie, I'll be fine!" she murmured,
and touched and rubbed my lips with her finger.  Then kissed me
lightly yet again.  "There!" she said.  "I need to do this now and
then, you know that!  We've talked about it."  She paused and
smiled, allowing time for her words to sink in.  "Are you getting
that certain feeling again, lover?  Oh, I hope so!  I do hope so. 
Do love it!  Isn't it exciting?  You're imagining that tonight I'll
be alone with a man, and he'll be deep inside me, and I'll be
making the same sounds I make when Jerry's inside me?  That's so
delicious!"

My prick rose up utterly rigid.  I tried to button my shirt as if
casually, as if half-inattentive, but I got it wrong and had to
begin again.

"Oh dear," she said, her manicured forefinger now pointing at my
erection.  "There you go.  Just look.  Well, there's no time for
that now, honey.  Later.  Tonight, maybe.  Especially if you're
still wearing the same shade of lipstick you've got on now.  It's
very attractive!  I love it!"  

I looked down.  My cock was poking straight out, hard as steel. 
But lipstick?  "Lipstick?" I asked.  "What do you mean?"

"Look in the mirror.  And fix your hair too while you're at it, it
could do with a little more care than you give it.  I've been
meaning to tell you -- Jerry's girlfriend needs to take a little
more pride in her appearance.  With that natural curl it could be
very becoming.  At least fluff it with your fingers.  I'm so
jealous of it sometimes!"

She checked her own reflection.  There was no reason for her ever
to be jealous of anything.  She was stunning, as always.  She
looked ready to step out on a heavy date for the evening, and yet
it was only the morning of an ordinary work day!  Her mouth wasn't
the least bit smeared by our passionate kissing.  "Bye, hon," she
said, turning and fixing her eyes on my face.  "I'll be thinking of
you just like this all day!  You're my sweet doll!  Remember to
practice your wiggle walk and your other femme moves."  She smiled
lovingly.  "Bye, Jerry," she added to the mannikin, who was lying
there watching us pleasantly.  "Be good to my sweetheart!"  Then
she was gone.  

I looked into her mirror.  Sure enough, my mouth was the same color
as hers.  Her fresh lipstick had come off onto me as if she'd
applied it to me directly from a tube instead of from her own lips. 
It neatly followed the outline of my own lips, and made them seem
more plump, more deeply engorged, deep red.  How had she managed
that?  Spread it with her finger maybe?  And my hair was indeed
tumbled in curls over my ears and forehead.  I hadn't yet had time
yet to brush it back, and that new volumizing hair conditioner
she'd just gotten for me had made it into a halo.  The effect was
... well, I had to say it, not at all manly.  Not at all.  In fact
it was girlish.  If my eyes were darker I would have looked like a
girl.

My erection throbbed when I realized that this was the kind of girl
I imagined myself when I was  blowing Jerry.   Here, sort of, was
Jerry's girlfriend.

I tried to wipe off the lipstick, but it wouldn't come off.  So,
off to the bathroom for a more serious effort.  Again no, not even
with soap and hot water and a washcloth!  It was some kind of
non-smearing kind, I supposed, and she'd kissed me before it'd had
time to set on her own lips, and she'd wiped it on mine, and now it
had set on mine too.  Luckily, I had no errands to run today, so I
didn't need to worry about it.  It even survived Jerry's afternoon
blow job.

By dinner time Cassie still wasn't home, and I was absorbed in a
project anyhow, so I just opened a can of sauerkraut and microed a
hot dog and ate at my desk.  No carbs, I'd been trying to control
some of the flab I'd developed recently.  Down fifteen pounds, my
waist trim, yet I still was growing softer week by week. I vowed
once again to join an Athletic Club and use their machines, to get
more exercise.

It was past eleven at night that I began to envision a hunk of a
man in a hotel bed, grinning at me as Cassie rode his enormous cock
up and down, round and round, never pausing, her eyes also watching
me.  Then Cassie herself called.  "I'm just starting out, baby,"
she said.  "I should be home in a half-hour, forty minutes tops. 
You miss me?"

I could hear voices chatting in the background.  "Yes, of course I
missed you.  Is anyone there?  Where are you?"

"Oh yes, Jason and I are still together, and we've just been joined
by another couple for drinks and the final signing.  We needed lots
of time to get to know each other and work things out, and it was
time well spent."  She seemed to turn away, because I then heard
her say in an almost giggly but muffled voice, "Now stop it, Jason,
I'm talking to my husband!"  Then to me she said "I'm still
downtown, honey, in Jason's hotel room.  Were you home all day? 
Did you and Jerry get it on?  I hope so!"

Thoughts tumbled forth.  To ease her guilt she hopes so?  What was
Jason doing?  And "Jason"?  Not "my client" but "Jason"?  In his
hotel room?  Stop what?  My carefully cultivated jealous streak
rose up like a rocket, and I answered her resentfully, "Jerry's
fine.  I had to be home, Cassie.  I couldn't go anywhere the way
you left me.  Your lipstick doesn't come off."

She hesitated, then spoke up in a loud, clear voice.  "Oh, sweetie,
of course it comes off.  I should have told you, I thought you knew
by now.  You need to cream a really good lipstick off your lips. 
The same thing with the eye make-up I use, you need a good remover. 
 All really good cosmetics are waterproof as well as smudge-proof
these days, so they won't smear during ... intimacies and need less
retouching.  You've never noticed?  Well, I'll show you when I get
home, and then you'll know.  Just stay pretty a little while
longer.  I'm sure Jerry won't mind."  

I'm sure I heard a giggle in the background, and unmistakeably a
man's guffaw and a muffled "Who's this Jerry? -- his boyfriend?". 
She must have turned away from the phone again, because I heard her
say "Yes, but I told you, quiet please!" in the same amused voice
as earlier, as if she were sharing their fun despite herself. 
Then, "I'm still trying to talk to my husband!  He needs my advice! 
He can't get his lipstick off!  Do you mind?" 

Then back to me.  "Are you still there honey?" 

"Yes."

"So you looked pretty all day for Jerry?  I'm sure he didn't mind
one bit.  You're a love!  I had a good day, it turns out Jason's a
hard bargainer, but I managed to soften him up finally.  Now I
can't wait to see you!  Just stay the way you are -- you looked so
lovely when I left you this morning.  Don't even change into a
nightie just yet!"

"It's a nightshirt, Cassie, not a nightie!  All right."

"Whatever.  A nightie's a nightie.  You know I love the way you
look in all of yours.  You sound upset!"

"I am upset!" I whispered into the phone, as if that made the
slightest difference at her end.  "What must the people you're with
think of me?"

"I'm sure it doesn't matter, honey.  Just drink some warm milk and
take care of Jerry's cock, and you'll soon feel better."  I heard
explosions of laughter in the background at that!  I'm sure of it!

When she got home I was still steaming!  "Cassie!" I said as she
walked through the door, "Cassandra, was that deliberate?  Were you
deliberately trying to humiliate me in front of your friends, or
your clients, or whatever they were?  In front of this 'Jason'"?

She was astonished!  "Humiliate you?  How?"

"Calling me where those people could hear you, and talking to me as
if I wear make-up!  And letting them think I wear a "nightie" to
bed!  A 'nightie' for goodness sake!  And your references to Jerry? 
No one is supposed to know about Jerry!  It was so embarrassing!"

She looked pleased.  "It was?  I hope so."

"Did you have to mention the lipstick?"  

Cassie now got her back up.  "Well, sweetie, you are wearing
lipstick!" she said.  "Look at you!  It's as perfect as it was this
morning!  Your lips are just scrumptious!  Can you deny it?  And
you do wear a nightgown to bed, even if you like to call it a
nightshirt to preserve whatever shreds remain of your masculinity! 
And you do suck cock, and you love it, and you do it beautifully,
I've seen it often, you can't deny that either!  You raised all
those issues when you knew I wasn't alone in that room!  As if you
were proud and wanted everyone to know!  Didn't you?"  

She was partly right.

"I'm sorry," I finally said.  

"If you don't want people to know you wear lipstick, then don't ask
me how to remove it when I'm anywhere they can overhear us. 
Especially if you're worried about seeming to be a man."  

Now I really felt bad.  "You're right," I said.  "I'm sorry I
blamed you."

She softened then, and reached out her hand to my cheek.  "That's
all right, honey.  I understand.  You aren't feeling much like a
man these days.  You do spend a lot of time as a girl, what with
trying to suck and fuck Jerry but not think yourself gay, and your
seductive walk, and the other ways you move.  Even those
loose-wristed exercises for typists Clarice gave you at our last
office party, when she saw how dainty your hand-gestures have
become.  If looking effeminate embarrasses you, you should have
thought of it months ago -- did you think no one notices?  Do you
think anyone confuses you with a manly man?"  

She pulled my face toward me then, and kissed me.  "I love your
hair, too.  That color-rinse conditioner did lighten it just as I'd
hoped.  You really are much more pretty than handsome these days." 


"Cassie," I tried to remind her.  "I shouldn't be!"

"Why not?  Look at the pleasure you get from it!  And the pleasure
I get.  Think about it!  There I am in Jason's hotel room while
you're getting it on with Jerry, and yet you have this thing that
maybe I'm getting it on with Jason.  That maybe I find Jason more
attractive than you.  You love that fear, you know you do, even
though you still have trouble accepting it.  Oh, honey, give in! 
Enjoy feeling utterly jealous!  Don't imagine for a moment you can
compete with a man like Jason!  Certainly not the way you are now,
my sweet little flouncing cocksucker, my girly husband!  Don't even
try!  Be you!  Be even more submissive!"