Wife Seeks Help In Training Her Submissive Husband!

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE.

Marie had gone off with a few of her friends, and for some inexplicable reason, I decided to explore our hostess’ bedroom… The sexual energy from this party had made me feel particularly kinky, and as I began to rummage through Helen’s underwear draw… I found myself wondering if I’d get turned on, were I to actually feel the material that these sexy items were made from, on the skin of my own body!

I had never considered dressing up in women’s clothing, but before I knew what I was doing, I had stripped off the clothes that I was wearing, and was deciding which garments I wanted to try on!

I found a pair of boy-short panties that fit me well. The elastic material squeezed my arse. It felt like a friendly pair of hands, yet it left enough room up front to conceal my cock.

I slid them on, and then put on a black garter belt and thigh high stockings. Helen had a beautiful assortment of matching bras, but I decided to do something different.

I flicked on the walk-in closet light and found a red dress with a plunging neckline. Helen had worn it to a party a few weeks earlier and had looked fabulous.

I slid the dress over my head.

It was perfect.

The fabric clung tight to my tits and pooled out at the bottom like a cheerleader's skirt. It was just short enough to show where the garter belt straps clung to the stocking tops. But the best part of the dress was the material. It was thin, which allowed me to play with my nipples through the fabric. Thick bras and dresses block the titties from the fingers, and what fun is that?

I was feeling so sexy; I decided to go for the whole crossdressing experience. Helen had a tray of make-up under the bathroom sink. I found a tube of "lusty red" lipstick, black eyeliner and grey eye shadow. With each brush of make-up, I felt more like a woman. My prick swelled beneath my knickers.

Hardly anything is more erotic than leaning into the bathroom mirror while wearing your hostess’ clothes and tracing your eyelids with her eyeliner. The transformation was almost complete. All I needed was a pair of high heels. I sprayed myself with some perfume and picked out a pair of red stiletto pumps. I had to force my feet into them, but I made them fit. Walking in them wasn't easy. I almost broke my ankle on my way out of the closet. But once I got the hang of it, I felt like a princess. A very horny princess.

My chest and arse stuck out. This all felt so perfect. I admired myself in the mirror mounted next to my hostess’ bed. The longer I looked at myself, the less I felt like a princess, and the more I wanted to be a stripper. I tried a few moves I once saw in a strip club.

As I ran my hand up my leg and licked my lips, I found that playing stripper wasn't enough. I wanted to be an all-out, do-anything porn star. I crawled seductively on the bed and kneeled in the doggy-style position. My tits hung down and squeezed together, forming a small but definite cleavage.

"Yeah, baby," I heard myself saying, "Fuck that arse. Cum on my face. Make me drink your cum."

Then came the flash… a bright, white light. I thought I was passing out. Was it possible, I wondered, to get so horny your brain short-circuits and puts you down? But then I heard one pair of hands clapping. As I blinked away the spots, I could make out the silhouette of a woman standing in the frame of the bedroom door. The image slowly became clear. It was my Marie’s best friend, Cathy. She had a digital camera tucked under one arm.

"Excellent performance," she said. "Really."

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "Aren't you supposed to be at college?"

"Christmas break starts today," she said.

"Oh," I said sheepishly.

I sat on the edge of the bed and hung my head. I was busted, and there was nothing I could do about it. Cathy would surely tell Marie about this. At a minimum, I'd be kicked out of her house.

"So," Cathy said, "what are we going to do about this?"

"I don't know," I said. "Whatever you want." What else could I say?

"Good," Cathy said. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Because everybody is going to see the picture I just took… and I mean everybody… unless you do exactly what I say." I was pretty sure she was toying with me, so I offered her a dejected:

"Oh yeah? What you want?" Cathy stepped closer. She was looming over me like a schoolyard bully.

"I want you," she said, "to be my lesbian bitch for the rest of the party. Starting now." I looked up at her.

She had a stone serious expression on her face. Just to punctuate her offer, Cathy pulled off her sweatshirt and her jeans. She had on a black bra and panties. Her hair, cut into a pageboy, hung to her shoulders. Simply put, she was as stunning as my partner. Cathy pushed me onto my back. She straddled my hips and leaned down, planting her red lips onto mine. The smell of spearmint gum and cheap perfume filled my nostrils as her soft, wet tongue probed deep into my mouth.

I playfully licked back. But just as suddenly as she started, Cathy pulled back. She shot a hard look into my eyes.

"Let's get one thing straight," she said.

"Sure," I said.

"I'm the butch," she said. "You're the bitch."

Cathy slapped me across the face. It wasn't going to leave a mark, but it was enough to sting.

"Yes ma'am," I said.

Cathy leapt up. My eyes traced her legs from her slender ankles to the gentle bend in her knees to her soft, white hips. Her pussy lips folded her lacy knickers into a neat camel toe… but not for long.

Cathy stepped aside and slid off her undies. Her pussy was already glistening. She had her pubes cut into a neat Mohawk. In the time it takes to blink, she fell to her knees, positioning her wet cunt above my face.

"Lick my pussy, bitch," she said.

Her pelvis pressed into my face. I thought for a second I would suffocate, but my brain grabbed hold of some primal instinct to remain conscious without oxygen. My tongue slid deep inside her. Cathy tasted salty and smelled musty. She writhed uncontrollably as I tongue-fucked her. When I moved out of her hole and onto her clit, she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled. Hard.

"Suck it," she grunted breathlessly, "you fucking whore."

I had to wonder if the maid downstairs heard that one. But there isn't much time to think about such things when your hose-beast of a stepsister is rubbing her holiest of holes against your face while you lie on your hostess’ bed.

Pussy juice was pouring out of her as if someone had switched on a fire hose and couldn't turn it off. But I wouldn't stop, even when she started shaking like a heroin junkie, begging for a hit. Then she popped. Cathy threw back her head and unleashed an inhuman moan.

Her pussy juice poured down my face. No exaggeration: the bitch almost tore the hair out of my head. When she settled down, Cathy eased herself off my face.

"OK, bitch," she said breathlessly. "Now that I'm satisfied, I'm going to pimp you out. Off with your panties. Then get on your hands and knees, like a dog."

Cathy watched me unsnap the garter with a disgusted grimace painted on her face. She shook her head.

"You silly fucking faggot," she said. "I'm going to teach you a lesson."

In the doggy-style position, I was face-to-face with myself in the mirror. My tits formed their small cleavage. I watched as Cathy pushed up my skirt and she spread my arse cheeks. She seemed to be studying my arsehole, regarding it with a mix of curiosity and lust. Without warning, she slid her tongue directly across it. Cathy worked my backside like she'd been practicing, slobbering and sucking from my balls to the top of my arse crack. My cock has never been harder.

"OK, it's time," she said. "Don't move."

Cathy disappeared into Helen's closet. I heard some shuffling. When she emerged, Cathy had a gold dildo and a tube of KY Jelly.

"This is my friend's fuck-stick," she said. "I found it while looking for drug money one day. It's been in my pussy, and it's been in Helen's pussy. Now it's going into your mouth."

Cathy held the dildo up to her pubes, as if it were her own cock. I wrapped my lips around the blunt tip and let her slide it into my mouth.

She face fucked me with her plastic cock for a while, and then slid around on her knees to my back side. I watched in the mirror as Cathy squeezed a dollop of KY onto her finger.

She was surprisingly gentle in the way she lubed up my hole. Her finger gently massaged the outer rim before slowly working its way inside. Cathy went deeper, one knuckle at a time. She would pump me a few times before going to the next knuckle. I thought her long, red fingernail would scratch me, but it never did. When her finger was all the way up my arse, she really started working me. It was like a piston in a car cylinder.

From then on, there were only two ways she would do me: faster and harder. My sphincter was stimulated. My doo-doo walls were primed.

"It's time," Cathy said, "for you to become a woman."

She twisted the bottom of the gold dildo. It buzzed to life. Cathy was done treating me like a girl. She thrust the whole vibrating love toy up my arse at once. I heard myself unleash an animalistic, "Uh!" as powerful shockwaves rippled through my body. Everything fell away except, Cathy, the dildo and me. She wanted to hurt me, scar me so badly I'd never forget.

"You stupid, little whore," Cathy said in the cool voice of a mistress. "You're mine now."

But the harder she fucked me, the more I wanted it. My cock could barely take anymore. I was about to cum, and Cathy hadn't even touched it. Somehow, she must've sensed how close I was. She leaned in close to my ear as she pumped my arse.

"You want to cum, you little whore?" she whispered.

I groaned in affirmation.

"Then you cum where I tell you," she said.

Cathy shoved the dildo deep inside me then reached behind her back to unhook her bra. An amazing set of tits came bouncing out.

"You cum on these!" she said.

Cathy laid on her back, offering herself to me. As I straddled her waist, I could feel the vibrator humming inside me and her pubic hairs caress my arse cheeks. I shot my jizz with unbridled fury. It poured out of me. Cum splattered all over Cathy's tanned skin. On her tits. On her chin. One shot even hit her lips.

As jizz spat out the front, my sphincter pushed the dildo out the back. Nothing could've prepared me for such a rush. I thought I was going to faint. When my gonads were emptied, Cathy shot me a chilling hate stare.

"You've got a mess," she said. "Lick it up!"

I started with the cum on her lips. I made sure not to miss a single drop. The jizz tasted salty. She refused kiss back, as my tongue swept across her lips. She just laid there and let me do it. I licked the cum off her neck and moved to the tits. First the rounded edges, then the cleavage. I finished by cleaning up her nipples. Then Cathy did the strangest thing. She stood up and got dressed. Without saying a word, she left the room, taking her camera with her. We never said another word about it.

CHAPTER THIRTY. (to follow)