The Inadvertent Cuckold

A Harmless Favor

by Sissy Jon

A story of forced feminization......



It began as a harmless favor; I had no idea that it would change all of our lives. 

My wife's college roommate and her husband had moved into our community and were soon dominating our social life. We were just three years out of college, but both couples had done quite well - so well that we had bought a nice suburban home in the southwestern city last year and Jim and Marjory bought their home in our neighborhood six months ago. Each was relatively secluded with a fence-enclosed rear yard; each had a beautiful swimming pool.

My wife, Susie, and I got married in our senior year and Marjory was her maid-of-honor. Marjory met Jim shortly after graduation and the first time we met him was at their wedding six months later. 

Susie and Marjory were really not that similar but were nonetheless close friends. Susie was strikingly beautiful - slender with modest breasts. Marjory was attractive but a little shorter and with large breasts. Susie was quiet and studious; Marjory was over-flowing with personality and boisterous. The friendship came from Marjory's dominance and charisma. I love my wife, but it is clear that she is dominated by Marjory. Nonetheless, I like Marjory very much. 

I was only getting to know Jim, who was slightly taller than me and more rugged looking as well. Not more handsome than me, I've been told; my features have been described as soft and delicate. Like my wife, I am more the studious type and make my living behind a desk. Jim is a salesman and out of the office a lot, although not out of town. It was clear with both marriages that the wife had the dominant role. Both Jim and I deferred to our wife's wishes, and my wife pretty much deferred to Marjory's wishes. Jim and I hadn't established a pecking order since we were always accompanied by our wives when together.

The four of us regularly got together at one or the other's house on the weekends; almost always around the pool and almost always eventually inebriated. The night of the harmless favor was no different.

The girls had spent time inside while Jim and I were at the pool quietly enjoying a drink and listening to music. Marjory poked her head out the door and asked (commanded?) us to come inside. 

"Go into the living room; Susie and I have a favor to ask."

As we entered the living room, Marjory directed us to sit together on the couch. Susie followed Marjory in and they sat in the two arm chairs across from us. It was quickly apparent that they were much more intoxicated than us.

Susie spoke first. "Marjory and I were talking about how unfair life is."

"Yes, men get all the benefits and we women are expected to make do with the left-overs," added Marjory. "It seems like the world is organized for men's pleasure."

Here we go again, I thought. A women's lib lecture. I looked at Jim and rolled my eyes slightly to let him know I knew what was coming. But I was wrong.

"For instance," now it was Susie's turn. "you can't surf porn without encountering lesbian scenes; and not just raw sex, but tender kissing, real intimacy. It's as if there is some magic sexual stimulant for men in seeing women kiss."

"Susie and I were discussing this and realized that those scenes do nothing for us." Marjory looked at Susie before saying, "maybe because we know what the real thing is like."

I knew the two wives were close, but I never suspected they were that close.

"Yes, Marjory and I experimented some in college. That was before I met you, Jon." Susie reassured me. 

There was an awkward silence in the room. Neither Jim nor I had said anything, and neither of us seemed anxious to respond now.

"We'll let that sink in a little," said Marjory. "What Susie didn't say, Jon, is that she broke it off when she met you. So, I've always considered you a very lucky man."

"Well, from the day I met Susie, I've considered myself very lucky. But, honey, you never said anything about this."

"I didn't consider it particularly important to our relationship, Jon. And it really isn't; what is past is past. The only reason we bring it up now is because of the favor."

"Wait a minute. Did you know about this, Jim? Am I the only one who's been in the dark?"

"Yes, I knew about it, Jon. And I've always been OK with it. To tell you the truth, I was actually worried that I would be a rebound mate for Marjory. I guess I can eliminate that possibility."

Marjory smiled at Jim. "Oh darling. Of course you can. You know you're the love of my life," as she leaned over and kissed Jim deeply.

"And you're the love of my life, Jon. Marjory and I remain very close, but you are my husband and I want nothing to affect that." Susie leaned in and kissed me deeply.

"Well then, we got that out of the way," said Marjory. "I can tell by the look on Jon's face that he's more than just OK with it. Am I right, Jon?"

"I love Susie and I want nothing to come between us."

"Good. Let's get back to the favor. As we were saying, it seems unfair that men have such easy access to viewing lesbians in, shall we say, intimate situations. We women are virtually deprived of such pleasure."

'What do you mean by that?" Jim chimed in.

"What we mean by that," answered Susie, "is that neither of us have ever seen two men kiss. We don't even know how we would respond if we did."

"I'm sure, with enough effort, you could find something on the net to satisfy your curiosity. Have you looked?"

"Not really," responded Marjory. "But that's the point. We really haven't looked for kissing lesbians either, but couldn't help but find them everywhere. If two women kissing is so exciting to men, why wouldn't two men kissing be just as exciting to women?"

"So, the favor is that you want us to help you find gay porn on the internet? I don't know about Jim, but I'm not an expert on that topic."

"Somehow, I suspected that," responded Susie. 

"What exactly then is the favor?" asked Jim.

Marjory looked at Susie before answering. "We want you two to kiss." 

"You're kidding." I nearly choked on my drink. "They're kidding, right Jim?"

"No, we're not kidding." Marjory said forcefully. "What's the big deal? I'm sure guys kiss all the time; we just never see it. Not even in real movies."

"We're not asking you two to fall in love." said Susie. "We just want to see how we respond to seeing two guys kissing. Please, Jon. It doesn't have to mean anything; just a physical act. Just as if you were acting with Jim. Just consider Marjory and I the directors. Please guys."

"Wow, you two really are serious," responded Jim. "Why this sudden interest in seeing two guys kiss? You've never said anything about this before now, Marjory."

"Well, we were talking and basking in the fact that we have two of the most attractive husbands who look great together. And then we began to fantasize about what if you two had a relationship the way Susie and I did. And, honestly, we didn't know how to feel about that since we realized that neither of us have ever witnessed a gay relationship."

"Don't misunderstand," added Susie, "we're not trying to start a gay relationship. We just feel deprived in that it is so foreign to both of us. Unlike you two, we can't even fantasize about the two of you together. It's just a kiss. Really, what's the big deal?" 

"Don't you find Jon attractive, Jim?" asked Marjory. "Would it be so bad to kiss your friend?"

"It's not that," responded Jim. "It's just that I've never kissed a guy before."

"Well, I haven't either," I quickly added.

"You can't say that Jim isn't attractive, can you?" asked Susie.

"No, I can't," I responded.

"And Jim, if Jon kisses you the way he kisses me, you're in for a treat."

"Wait a minute, nobody kisses better than Jim." assured Marjory.

"I thought you said I was the best kisser," retorted Susie. "Oops, I guess I shouldn't have said that."

Silence filled the room for several minutes. Both Susie and Marjory looked at the floor while Jim and I briefly looked at each other and then our wives. Jim was the first to speak.

"I see. Maybe you two have been sneaking a little on the side?"

"Nothing like that, honey." answered Marjory. "But we do kiss on occasion; after all, we are still close friends and there's nothing wrong with kissing a friend. Is there Susie?"

"Nothing at all wrong with that. And you two are friends, aren't you?"

It was my turn. "Yes we are friends, and there's nothing wrong with friends kissing. Although men don't normally do it."

"Well maybe they should." asserted Marjory. "Maybe you two should."

It was Jim who offered the bargain. "Maybe we would be more willing if we saw you two kiss first."

"Are you offering a deal, honey? Will you and Jon kiss if Susie and I kiss first?"

Jim didn't reply. I didn't either. It was now our turn to look at the floor.

"Jim made the offer," said Susie. "Will you go along with it, Jon?"

"I don't know." I looked at Jim. He looked back at me. "I guess so if he agrees."

"Now, we're not talking about a little peck," said Marjory as she was taking control. "If we do this, then you two have to copy our kiss, and for the same length and with the same intensity. Susie, are you good with this."

"Yes, of course. But knowing men, they might get too excited watching us and want to join in. Everybody must agree that this is just for demonstration purposes. OK?"

"Jim, do you agree to kiss Jon?" asked Marjory. "And to make it a real kiss?"

Jim looked at me. "This is weird. But I guess it can't do any harm and might make them happy. Besides, we get to see our wives kiss. Should we shake on it?"

"God, know." interjected Marjory. 'You'll spoil the whole image. I don't think guys typically shake hands before they kiss. I think that's the whole point of the kiss."

"So its agreed? We'll end the night with hugs and kisses," added Susie. "Should we begin, Marjory?" 

Marjory stood up and took Susie's hand as she raised from the chair. They stood face to face briefly before Marjory turned to look at the husbands. "Watch carefully," she said to both, and then took a step closer to Susie before smiling briefly, and leaned in.

It was clear that they had done this before, and done it recently. There was no fumbling, no awkwardness. Just an awareness of their desires. Their lips met momentarily and were the only parts of their body touching. Touching ever so lightly; touching not in hesitation but in preparation. Marjory then brought both her hands up to Suzie's face and gently pulled her closer and intensified the kiss. Susie was at first passive, allowing herself to be completely dominated by Marjory. This was a representation of their relationship in a nutshell. Susie was willing to allow Marjory full control of the situation and Marjory was responding to her willingness.

Soon Susie could refrain no longer and brought her arms around Marjory. The kiss had progressed well beyond friendship into the highly erotic; tongues were exploring mouths and lips were sucking lips. Forceful coupling was taking place as if Jim and I were not there. 

I looked at Jim and saw that he was focused entirely on our wives' actions. There was no question that it was erotic. Two attractive women embracing with such passion. It was clear that they shared a love and were happy to expose their husbands to it.

I was pulled back to reality as I realized that the longer they went on, the longer Jim and I would have to as well. I coughed to break the spell, although I think Susie was reluctant.

Marjory spoke first. "Well, I have to say it's a tie."

"What's a tie?, I asked.

"Your wife and Jim in the kissing contest. You're in for a treat, Jon."

Susie looked at me. "Honey, see we are just friends but enjoy kissing. No harm done. Kissing is fun. Now it's your turn."

Susie reached over and took my hand and then spoke to Marjory. "They should be standing up, don't you think?"

"Most definitely. They agreed to copy us and we were standing up. So come here, Jim."

Both Jim and I timidly rose, not knowing what to do. "Remember, Susie and I are the directors and good actors explicitly follow the director's orders."

I stood there in front of Jim, my eyes meeting his nose. Either he was going to have to bend down slightly or I was going to have to stretch up to make this happen. I don't think either of us wanted to take the initiative and so we just stood there fearful. 

"Jon, you tilt your head up slightly; make it easy for Jim. Now, close your eyes," directed Marjory. Susie was behind me and whispered in my ear "It'll be fine, honey. Just pretend it's me."

"Jim, lean down and initiate the kiss and let's see how Jon responds," directed Marjory.

I felt Jim's lips on mine and both of us hesitated. We were touching lips, and I guess technically kissing, but there was little acknowledgment. We held that position for several seconds, neither one of us wanting to take it any further.

Now Susie spoke "OK, boys. Enough introductions. It's time to explore the experience."

I felt like it was her encouragement that compelled me to push back against Jim and force myself on his mouth. He responded in kind. We were now definitely kissing, although both mouths were closed and we weren't touching elsewhere. I wanted to show him I was a good kisser; I wanted to impress him with my lips.

His lips were soft and full, and he was gently pressing back against me. I tried to meet his intensity and suddenly we were body-to-body. Suddenly, our mouths opened and tongues began to touch, and then dance. My God, he was a good kisser. He was in control but I gladly succumbed to his talents. I raised an arm and placed my hand on his cheek and held it there. It was an erotic act, and it was meant to be an erotic act. I liked the feel of his day-old beard. My other hand went to his arm and gently stoked; I liked the feel of his hair. He grabbed my waist and pulled him closer. Suddenly I had to adjust my stance for fear he would feel my erection. I was overwhelmed by both shame and desire as confusion mounted in not understanding my response. But I wanted to turn Jim on.

"That's it Jon," said Marjory. "Respond to Jim the way I do; he is irresistible. Let yourself go and enjoy his kiss."

Susie was completely absorbed by the scene. Marjory stepped over and took her hand. "I never imagined it could be such a turn-on. My God, they're beautiful."

"And it seems so natural," whispered Susie. "Like they have been waiting their whole lives for this."

Jim had now wrapped both arms around me and had pulled me tight to his body. And I felt him. I felt his erection, which was sideways in his shorts, but it felt big, very big. I tried to conceal my erection but, at the same time, I wanted to feel his. Knowing that I had created such ardor in Jim made me want to kiss him more. He liked it as much as me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. He was breathing hard and running his hands all over my back and side. And then he gently brought his hands to my face and broke the kiss. Did he feel my erection and realize that I had lost control? Was he rejecting me because I enjoyed it too much? Or had he just had enough and figured the deal had been completed. 

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He still had his hands on my face and looked down with a smile. Then a slight kiss on the lips before he took a step back. I just stood there, clearly wanting more. Marjory broke the spell. 

"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it boys?" 

Neither of us spoke. I suddenly felt embarrassed that I had displayed such wanton passion for Jim in front of our wives. I felt confused that I had lost all self control with another male. I had never even considered experimenting, much less desiring to kiss another male. Yet, here I had clearly expressed my pleasure in doing so.

Jim answered for both of us. "It wasn't so bad. I'm not sure I would make the same deal again, though." 

"All I can say," added Susie, "is that maybe we can entice you on our side of the bargain. I think you two make wonderful friends. Now I guess we should go home and leave these two love-birds to themselves, don't you agree, Jon?"

"Yes, dear."

We spoke little during the six block ride home. When we got inside, Susie said that she was going to bed and hoped I would follow.

When we got upstairs, she turned to me and said "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen, honey. I'm so glad you agreed to do it. I hope you enjoyed it. You sure seemed to." 

"I'll agree with Jim. It wasn't as bad as I expected."

"Is he really a good kisser?"

"Not nearly as good as you, sweetheart," I lied.

As she stepped close, she said "Good, because Marjory is not as good as you. So that makes us the best!"

We kissed deeply and then struggled to get out of our clothes and on the bed. My erection had never completely declined and I was immediately in her. Several quick pumps and I was done.

"Wow, that was pretty quick," Susie observed. "I don't think you've ever been that fast."

"I'm sorry. I guess I lost control. I'll make it up to you later."

"That's alright. Let's get some sleep and talk in the morning."

* * * * *

Susie was up first and fixed the coffee and brought me a cup. As I sat up to drink it, she sat on the edge of the bed.

"You really liked last night, didn't you?"

"I always like making love to you; I'm just sorry I couldn't last longer."

"No, that's not what I meant, Jon. I mean, you really liked kissing Jim, didn't you?" That's why you couldn't last any longer. You were too turned on by Jim."

I looked at her in shock, and then I felt my face grow red with shame. 

I protested. "No I don't think that was it; I think it was you and Marjory kissing that got me so excited. It really was beautiful."

"Oh, so you think that was it. Well, you and Jim kissing was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Yet, it didn't turn me on to the point that I couldn't control my orgasm. No, I think you really liked kissing Jim but are too embarrassed to admit it. Honey, it's alright. If you really did enjoy it that much, you shouldn't be ashamed to admit it. And I'm not going to discourage you from enjoying it in the future."

I said nothing - afraid to lie but afraid to admit the truth. In fact, I had thought of Jim while I was making love to Susie. And had actually worried how he would respond if I came that quickly with him. I was so confused because all of this was absolutely new to me; I had never fantasized about being with a guy but yet here I was obsessing over having kissed one.

"You don't have to say anything, sweetie. I know you're conflicted and that's OK. I just want you to know that however you feel, I'll support you and understand. "Oh, by the way, I spoke with Marjory earlier and invited them over for an early dinner and swim. I hope you don't mind."

"No, of course I don't mind. But I have some work I need to get done. What time did you say?"

"4:00. Is that enough time? I can call her back and make it later."

"No, 4:00 should be fine." 

How I could concentrate on actual work when I was already stressing over being with Jim so soon after our kiss. Could I - should I - act as if nothing had happened? Or should I show him that I wanted to continue the kiss, that I wanted to tilt my head up to him and have him take me in his arms and kiss me deeply?

These were my thoughts throughout the morning and afternoon. As 4:00 approached, Susie reminded me and then informed me that bathing suits were the dress code. I quickly changed and put on a light shirt and then headed to the bar area to make up a batch of Margaritas.

Promptly at 4:00 Marjory and Jim arrived at our front door. Susie answered with me behind her. The two women greeted with a deep kiss. Jim and I looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing whether to ignore our wives and just shake hands, or wait for directions. I motioned Jim to just come on in, and he began to step around the two women. Marjory broke off the kiss as soon as she realized what was happening.

"Is that anyway for two close friends to greet each other? You saw how Susie and I did it; don't you think you two should likewise greet each other? I mean, after last night, there should be no hesitation."

That's right," added Susie. "I know Jon enjoyed the experience more than he let on. So, Jim, you shouldn't be shy."

All three looked at me as I blushed bright red. I couldn't return the gaze.

"I think Jim enjoyed it also," said Marjory. "Now you two get on with it so we can get to those Margaritas."

I looked up at Jim and he took a step forward. My heart was beating out of my chest as I awaited his first move. He put a hand on my shoulder and said "It's good to see you, Jon."

I looked up at him, tilted my head slightly and felt his hand move to my cheek. "It's good to see you, Jim."

He then leaned down and our lips touched. It felt like an electric spark shot from his mouth to my groin. Before we were fully engaged, I was fully erect. He pulled me to him, and I no longer cared if he felt my erection; in fact, I wanted him to feel it, to realize how he affected me, that he caused me to get hard. I wanted to be big and hard for him. 

Our kiss was a complete continuation of last night's. It was as if we were both experienced now, that we knew each other, and that there was no doubt about what was happening. We were kissing as if we were in love, or as if we wanted to make love, to seduce the other person. And I could feel is penis engorging on my hip.

The wives stood there in silence, again just watching their husbands kiss passionately. But then, Jim broke it off. I looked up at him in disappointment. "I'm pretty thirsty. How about you Jon?"

"Yes, yes. What was I thinking? Let me get us all a cold Margarita."

"That would be nice." said Marjory.

"I'll help," volunteered Susie. "You two go on out by the pool and we'll bring out the goodies."

When we were alone in the kitchen, Susie said, "Wow, Jon, that was incredible. You were really into it. I think Jim was also. But, please try to control yourself - he's your friend, not your lover. In any event, please adjust your trunks - your hard-on is showing."

I blushed as I reached in and re-arranged my penis. She came over to hug me and kissed me on the cheek. "I think it's really wonderful that you can express your friendship that way. I take it you don't disapprove of Marjory and I doing likewise?

"Ah, no, I guess not."

When we arrived at the pool with the drinks and hor d'oeuvres, Jim and Marjory were already in the pool. While they had arrived in shorts and shirt, they were now both in skimpy suits. Marjory normally wore a one piece that held her breasts pretty much in check; today she was in a bikini that provided little cover and less support. Jim usually wore board shorts but today he was in a speedo. And they both looked great.

I looked at Susie and then took off my shirt to join them in the pool. Susie took off her top and long skirt - and she too was wearing a skimpy bikini. I felt over-dressed!

After a cooling swim and some conversation we retired to the shade and the refreshments. I commented on how great they all looked and that I felt out of place. 

"Well, as long as we are all sitting at the table, no one will notice, Jon." offered Marjory. "Let's just enjoy these drinks and talk about life. Actually, talking about life may require another Margarita. How much did you make, Jon?"

"Enough to satisfy our biggest thirst. I'll get the pitcher."

When I returned, all three glasses were empty. Marjory and Susie had moved closer together; and my seat had become relatively closer to Jim. I smiled at him as I sat down and refilled the glasses."

"I do like your trunks, though." said Jim. "I just decided to wear this speedo to keep Marjory from feeling self-conscious. I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all. Actually, they look very nice on you." Our eyes met and held the look until we were interrupted by Marjory.

"You make killer Margaritas, Jon. But I guess I've told you that before. Do I detect an extra shot of tequila in this batch? I'm beginning to feel it already."

"Just a little extra to calm the nerves, Marjory."

"Honey, why should your nerves need calming?" inquired Susie. "We are among our best friends who we can share everything with. There's absolutely no reason for you to be nervous."

Susie had this way of shaming me at the same time she was reassuring me. I normally over-looked the shaming part, but not this time. I was ashamed of the way I felt about Jim, and there was no amount of reassurance that could sooth that. But I guess it was obvious to all the way I felt about him. If there was any doubt, it was eliminated with the kiss at the door. And then the look we gave each other just moments ago. 

"I guess you're right," I quietly replied, and finished my second Margarita.

We continued to talk about various things as the sun began to set and the pool lights came on. We had all had at least three drinks and were laughing and having innocent fun. I wasn't even obsessing over Jim. And then Marjory suggested we all go back into the pool, but with a condition.

"I feel bad for Jon, that he's in such a modest swim suit while the rest of us are displaying most of our talents. Do you have a speedo, Jon?"

"I wish I did, but no, I do not."

"Well, it's just not fair. I suggest that in order to level the playing field, we should just dispose of our suits and skinny dip."

"That sounds like a marvelous idea," agreed Susie. "How exciting. What do you two boys say?"

"I'm OK with it," responded Jim.

That left me. Presumably the whole arrangement was to make me feel better, but I wasn't sure I wanted to expose myself to Jim and Marjory. But Susie had agreed, and I was her husband so she must be OK with me showing my body to our friends. I looked at her and she smiled her approval.

"OK, with me as well," I said.

Susie was the first to discard her suit and dove into the pool naked. In so doing, her back was to us until she came up for air. "Come on; too late to chicken-out now."

I looked at Jim and Marjory and then turned my back to them as I removed my suit and dove into the water. I came up next to Susie and we kissed and laughed about how good it felt.

"OK, you two; come join the fun," encouraged Susie.

Marjory and Jim turned their back to us as they removed their suits. Then they turned and walked toward the pool, hand in hand, and approached the shallow end where they slowly stepped into the pool.

I briefly admired the spectacular breasts of Marjory. They really were magnificent, D cup with puffy nipples. But then I saw Jim and nearly lost my breath - his penis was huge, perfectly proportioned and beautifully circumcised. A pure white shaft with a large bulbous, purple head. It was completely flaccid, yet larger than me when I'm fully erect. As he walked, his large scrotum swung from side to side, well below the end of his penis. I was so captivated by the scene that it took me a second to realize that he was perfectly shaven - in contrast to his wife and to both Susie and me. 

Susie broke me from my trance by splashing water at me. I then realized that all three had noticed my attention and I went under water to conceal my blushing.

The four of us horsed around in the pool for several minutes before Marjory requested a Margarita refill. All agreed, leaving me no room for delay. I had to swim down to the shallow end and then climb the steps, passing Jim on the way. As I walked to get a towel, I had to parade myself past all three. Even though the water was fairly warm, I knew I had experienced some shrinkage which I could not afford visually. There was no avoiding the exposure between the pool and the towel, so I walked quickly. As I wrapped the towel around my waist, I heard Marjory volunteer to replenish the hor d'oeuvres. I glanced and saw her climb the steps out of the pool and walk some distance behind me to the kitchen, not bothering to cover-up. 

I was already well into concocting another batch of Margaritas when Marjory entered and went to the refrigerator to replenish the finger food. We were both working at the same counter but neither of us spoke, just tended to our tasks. Finally, Marjory looked over at me and said, "You're making me feel under-dressed; or, is it that you are again over-dressed?"

I looked at her, trying to focus on her face and avoid staring at her beautiful breasts. "I hadn't thought of it that way, Marjory. I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable."

"Well, I just want to say that you are; and besides, you have a great body and nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm not ashamed of anything, but I just thought I'd be more comfortable with a towel around my waist. But, if you insist." and with that, I removed the towel, but did not face Marjory head-on. 

I could feel my penis was still withdrawn, probably due to the intimidation of being nude alone with this beautiful women. I wanted badly to fluff my penis, to pull it into a natural relaxed position, but thought this might be too sexual. I just stood there and tried to ignore the situation while continuing to make the Margaritas.

"You know, everybody has different body appeal. Susie and I couldn't appear differently, yet I think we both have attributes that make men see us as beautiful. Susie would look silly, and not nearly as attractive, if she had breasts like me; and the opposite is true. Like I said, you have a great body. As far as I can tell, everything goes together perfectly."

"Well, thank you. You're not bad yourself."

"I'm not making a pass at you, Jon. I just detect a certain sense of inferiority on your part. I suppose most men would in the presence of a naked Jim. You should be very comfortable with your equipment. It fits you perfectly - you are cute and it is adorable."

I blushed and looked away. "Adorable isn't what men like to be called."

"Maybe not most men, but most men don't qualify. But here's a little secret, if you shaved down there, it would look bigger and more appealing."

"I don't think Susie would go along with that. She's never said anything."

"You never know, Jon. Have you ever discussed it with her?"

"No, of course not."

By now, with all this talk about my genitals, I could feel the stirrings of an erection. It wasn't much, but it did present a slightly less embarrassing image. I turned to face Marjory, and as she looked down, I said, "Maybe I should put my towel back on and take the drinks out to our spouses."

"No towel, Jon. I won't stand for it. You are the husband of my best friend and you have nothing to hide. Come on, the hor d'oeuvres are ready; we'll go out together."

When we got to the pool, Susie and Jim were sitting on the edge in the shallow end, diagonally facing each other, engaged in conversation. I wasn't sure, because I was afraid to take a direct look, but it appeared that Jim had a partial erection. If so, I really couldn't be upset since I had gotten one while alone with his wife. He probably felt the same as me - a mixture of pride and embarrassment.

"OK, who's thirsty?" I asked.

"Silly question, honey. I think we all are," answered Susie, as she got up to assist. Jim rose to help Marjory, and pretty soon we were all back at the table, Jim and I sitting together across from our wives. 

I tried not to make it obvious, but I was catching myself glancing at Jim's penis. Most of his partial erection had vanished, but it lay there innocently resting on his thigh. His legs were spread enough to allow is balls to rest fully on the chair seat. Marjory was right, the fact that he was shaved made it truly appealing. 

I looked down at myself and saw that my penis was slightly withdrawn, and my scrotum was tight against my groin. And my pubic hair made the contrast even greater.

Occasionally during the conversation, Jim and I would accidentally brush up against each other; other times he would touch my arm or shoulder to make a point. I never noticed before, but he is much more tactile than me. Or maybe, he was just expanding his expression of friendship. In any event, I didn't mind it. In fact, as the evening went on, I grew to crave it. 

Maybe the women noticed out interaction; or maybe Jim noticed them doing the same thing and was just copying them. But it soon got fairly obvious on both sides of the table. Thankfully, we weren't talking about body parts so neither Jim nor I got erect. 

Eventually, the Margaritas and time took their toll and Marjory reminded us that all had to be at work the next morning. "Should we bother putting our suits back on, dear?" Marjory asked Jim. "It's only a short drive and we could borrow our host's towels."

"Sound scandalous. What if something happens?" responded Jim.

We'll have our suits with us so we can always put them on then. Come on, this will be fun."

Jim rolled his eyes in a sign of acceptance. "OK, on one condition. Jon and Susie come to our place next weekend to retrieve the towels."

Susie quickly and eagerly accepted the invitation. Jim and Marjory wrapped towels around themselves and headed to the house. Susie and I did likewise and followed them inside. When we got to the front door, I was a nervous wreck. I knew what was expected of me, but I wasn't sure I could control myself.

Marjory and Susie kissed first, of course, each with a towel covering them from their breasts to just below their vaginas. Wet hair, they looked like they had just gotten out of the shower. Arms quickly wrapped around each other as they briefly spoke about the wonderful time each had had. When their lips touched, it was as if Jim and I weren't present. It was passionate and highly sexual. Their bodies shifted slightly so their groins touched each other's pelvis. A slight groan came from one - I couldn't tell which - as the moment intensified.

Jim and I were entranced. It was as if they were putting on the perfect lesbian demonstration; an authentic display not directed at the male libido. Jim finally interrupted the two with a cough and "Don't you think we should be going, Marjory?"

"Yes, of course," she stammered. Regaining composure, she said "But not before you give Jon a proper goodbye kiss."

I was flustered in that I badly wanted to kiss Jim, but I didn't want to appear too anxious. I stood motionless until Jim took my arm and pulled me to him. I looked up and our eyes met. He leaned down slightly as I raised up, and our lips met. Gently at first, and then Jim pulled me closer and I swooned in his arms. We proceeded to match our wives' display of passion with each stroking the face or arms of the other. I was completely lost in the passion, not caring who was watching or whether I was exceeding the boundaries of our friendly kiss. I wanted him to hold me and devour me. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. I wanted to sweep him off his feet the way he was me.

Our bodies pressed against each other and I could feel my penis hardening. Now I didn't care what he thought, I wanted it to happen. I wanted to get big and hard for him and I pressed and rubbed my groin against his upper thigh. And then my towel began to slip; I reached down to grab it and Jim broke the kiss ever so slightly. "Let it go," he whispered while looking in my eyes. "Let it go and show them exactly how you feel."

As his lips returned to mine I released the towel and it slid to the floor. I was now fully nude, embraced by a man, with my penis approaching full erection. I didn't care what it said about me, I wanted more of Jim. I wanted to show my natural response to his ardor. I was lost in the passion of the moment and began grinding my penis against his towel.

"OK, boys. I think that's enough," was how Marjory interrupted us. "Let's not get carried away. Remember, you're just friends, not lovers."

Jim stepped back away from me and there I stood, naked and alone, with a full hard-on. I suddenly realized my predicament. All three were now looking at me as I blushed with embarrassment. There was an extended moment of silence as I stood there turning red.

"Here, you might want to put this back on," said Susie as she reached down and picked up my towel. "Now is probably a good time for you two to head for home. I think it's safe to say that Jon and I had a wonderful time and we are both looking forward to next weekend. Say goodbye, Jon."

"Bye, you two. Drive carefully and for God's sake, don't get pulled over!"

As soon as they left, Susie ripped the towel off me. "Look at you! You really like kissing Jim; there's no denying it now."

"You like kissing Marjory, also. That's pretty obvious."

I stood there nude in front of my wife, suddenly feeling vulnerable and ashamed. I still had much of an erection, which she was visually inspecting. "I had no idea you would like it so much, Jon. Let's go upstairs and we can talk. I'll take your towel."

I followed my wife upstairs, feeling somewhat foolish but also very sexy with my penis swaying as I walked. I suddenly felt big and proud - and horny.

As we entered the bedroom, Susie said, "go ahead and lie on the bed sweetie." She rarely referred to me as "sweetie", and never in a sexual context - more in a mother/son kind of way. "I think we've learned a lot about each other over the past two days. And I'm really happy that we love and trust each other so much that we can be totally honest with each other. If we were to make love now, jon, who would you think about?"

"You, of course." I reached down and adjusted my penis and balls so that they were well exposed and hanging lose.

"I'm not so sure, Jon. That's why we're not going to make love. At least you're not going to make love to me. I want you to make love to yourself, and while you do it, I want you to tell me why you enjoy kissing Jim so much. What is it about Jim that turns you on; what fantasy of yours includes Jim?" With that, she leaned down and kissed me passionately. "I probably don't stack up to Jim in the kissing department, but that's OK. I just love seeing you two go at it. Now tell me all about it while you masturbate."

I hesitantly reached back down and touched myself - more of a fluff than a sexual touch. 

"You know, I've never seen you touch yourself, Jon. I've fantasized about it, but you've always been 'wham, bam, thank you mam.' Show me how you pleasure yourself, sweetie. And tell me all about kissing Jim." She kissed me again and then pulled back to watch. 

I began slowly stroking my penis. "I guess it's pretty obvious that I do enjoy kissing him. I don't know why except that it's different. Everything about it is different; not necessarily better, just different than kissing you. I didn't expect to, but I actually like his beard and his hairy body, his muscles and his strength. And he is a good kisser. Very tender, very gentle, but also very passionate."

I was fully erect again and noticed that Susie was watching my hand at work. "Go ahead, sweetie. Tell me more."

"I like the way he holds me and takes charge. Yet, he is tender and loving in his touch." I could feel I was approaching climax and took my hand away.

"Don't stop, sweetie. Please don't stop. Did you get a good look at Jim's penis?"

"Yes, I guess so," I said as I resumed a slow, sensual stroke of my penis. I was now blatantly showing off to my wife how proud I was of my sexuality. Yet, she was sure to notice that it was the thought of Jim's penis that increased my ardor.

"Well, it sure looked like you were pre-occupied by it; we all noticed you were sneaking looks at it a lot. He's big, isn't he?"

"Yes, I suppose so. Either that, or I'm small."

She didn't acknowledge my last comment. "Did you like the way he was shaved?"

"I guess. It sure makes it stand out."

I was close again, and slowed up my stroking.

"Marjory requested that he shave it and he did. There's something about a shaved man with an unshaved woman - pretty much indicates who's in charge. I thought he looked beautiful shaved."

"So did I," I blurted before I knew what I was saying. I again stopped my stroking.

"That's OK, sweetie. It's OK that we both can admire a thing of beauty. I bet you like Marjory's breasts as much as I do. Am I correct?"

"Well, they are beautiful, but I like yours better."

"And I like your penis better, Jon. But, tell me, would you like to touch Jon's penis?"

I looked at Susie, who looked up from my stroking and our eyes met. I did not respond to her question because I had never considered touching another man's penis. Yet, it was obvious that I was fascinated by Jim's. 

"That, OK, sweetie. I think we know the answer." She slid up and put her around my shoulders, and kissed me gently on the forehead. "Go ahead now, Jon, my love, and finish yourself." 

I felt my head rest on her breast and sought one of her nipples. She was stroking my face as I began sucking strongly on her breast. "That's it, sweetie, suckle your mommy. And show me how you can spurt your jism; show me what a big boy you are."

I stiffened as my orgasm approached. I spread my legs and raised my hips as my stroking increased. I looked up at Susie and our eyes met. She smiled down at me in approval. I exploded and felt a splash on my cheek, and then on my chest and stomach. I slowed my strokes but kept my mouth locked on her nipple. A sense of satisfaction washed over me.

And then, shame. I removed my hand from my penis and released Susie's nipple from my mouth. What had I done? My most private thoughts and actions had been shared with my wife. And she had shared none of herself with me. She was the same Susie, but I was now a weakling, an insecure weakling who was turned on by another man and masturbating in front of my wife. The future of our relationship was now completely in her hands. Had she done this to trick me into revealing my true self? Or had it just innocently happened and she was shocked by my performance? I felt completely at her mercy. Weaker than I've ever felt.

"Take this towel and clean yourself. And then turn off the lights," she said. "We'll talk in the morning." 

The next morning came and went, and we both avoided talking about the previous night. In fact, the events of the entire weekend were ignored. Sex was also ignored - that is, by Susie. She pretty much rebuffed each of my advances. It wasn't until Thursday evening, when we were both home enjoying a drink around the pool that the subject was broached. I had actually hoped we were past it but then Susie commented, "You know, we will probably go skinny dipping over at Jim and Marjory's this weekend. Are you good with that?"

"I guess so. We sure had fun last weekend."

"Yes, we sure did. OK, then, will you do something for me?"

"What's that?"

"I want you to shave."

"Of course, I'll shave, honey."

"Not your face, sweetie. I want you to shave your pubic hair. I think it will look especially good on you and you'll match Jim."

"I don't know, Susie. Let me think about it."

"OK, times up. Please, sweetie. Do it for me. I want you to be clean and smooth down there. And besides, it might make you look bigger. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

"Well, yes but I'm just not sure."

"How about if I shaved you. Would that make it better?"

I looked at Susie and she had this beautiful expression of desire on her face. How could I say no?

"OK. Where and when do you want to do it?"

"Right now. We can use my razor. Let's go upstairs." When we got to the bedroom, she said "Take your clothes off and come into the bathroom."

I did as I was told. She was running the hot water in the tub. "Sit here on the edge of the tub and let me get to work."

She applied a warm towel to the area briefly and then began to lather me up. "I've always been amazed at how little hair you have, sweetie. I love it that your face is so smooth and that you have no chest hair. Let me see under your arms yep, very little there also. Actually, that's one of the things that attracted me the most."

She began to shave the area, pulling my penis this way and that. Of course, I responded by getting hard. "You just can't control yourself, can you sweetie? Does this mean that you haven't ejaculated since Sunday night?"

"Of course, not. You were too busy or too tired."

"Sweetie, don't you remember that Sunday night you revealed to me that you are a masturbator. I'm surprised you haven't indulged this week. I half expected it."

I was now fully erect and she was tending to my scrotum. 

"Maybe I spoiled you Sunday night. Maybe you need an audience to really enjoy yourself. Is that why you didn't sneak a session?"

"No, please Susie. I just did it at your request. I don't do it that often."

"But you did like me watching you, didn't you sweetie?" She had now finished and was washing me off. "I better put some lotion on the area. Oh, it feels so smooth and clean. Here, stand up and look at yourself in the mirror."

I stood up and saw my reflection. She was wrong about it looking bigger; but it did look clean and fresh. Even though I was fully erect, being shaved made it look more appealing. 

"Touch yourself, sweetie, and feel the difference."

I reached down and gently wrapped my hand around my hard penis and then explored the whole area. It did feel incredible; so smooth, so soft, so sensitive.

"That's it, sweetie. Now come over to the bed and lie down for your mommy." Susie kissed me passionately and then removed her top, exposing her breasts.

"Suckle me, sweetie. Suckle me and masturbate for your mommy."

I was in her lap; I latched on to a nipple, unable to remove my hand from my freshly shaven groin. 

"Oh, look how big you are now. Promise me you will always be shaved. It makes that area of yours look so pretty. It makes you look so pretty. I bet Jim is going to like it. Isn't that what you really want, sweetie?"

I looked up at her and our eyes met. Again, I didn't have to respond. I knew she wasn't shaming me; I knew she was just letting me know that she understood and approved. In fact, she was encouraging me to share with her my deepest desires. It was now about trust, so I had to respond. I pulled my mouth off her nipple. "Yes, mommy. It would be nice if Jim likes it. I want to impress Jim; I want him to want me."

"Oh, I think he already does want you, sweetie. And now I think he will want you more. Would you like to show him how you masturbate? Show him how hard you can get and how much you can shoot."

I latched back onto a nipple and began rapidly stroking my erection. God, it felt incredible. And my mind was spinning with sexual confessions. It was liberating and fulfilling to reveal through thought, word, and deed my real self to Susie. And this is a self that I really didn't even know was present last week. But now this self was consuming my thoughts and actions. I was sucking my wife's breast harder than ever, raising my hips to display - no, present - my erection, and responding to her "mommy" references as if she were mine. I had totally lost control of my self respect for the pleasure of sexual ecstasy. I had no hesitation about fulfilling this act; I was out of control and Susie realized this. "Good, sweetie. I want you to have a wonderful orgasm. Keep stroking and show the world how much you can cum." She leaned down and gently planted a kiss on my forehead. I stiffened and sucked even harder on her nipple as my penis exploded. 

Susie coddled me and held me tight, gently speaking. "That's good, sweetie. That's real good. You look so beautiful stroking yourself while suckling me. It makes me so happy to see you cum like that. You like it when mommy allows you to do this, don't you?"

I unlatched from her nipple and looked up at her. She was looking down at me with kindness in her eyes, almost a sense of pity being expressed to me. But, yet I felt no shame - one of the first times that I ever masturbated and didn't feel shame and regret. Just the opposite, I felt a tighter bond with my wife; a bond that was based on me exposing my true self to her, a bond that made me dependent on her continued understanding, a bond that put me in a completely subservient position. Although I was committed to revealing all to her, I was dependent on her not judging me for my openness. I wanted only to please her so she would continue to be there for me. I knew that this was just an amplification of our existing relationship since I always followed her lead. But I also knew that certain barriers had been breached and that she had more leverage over me than just my love for her. 

As before, I cleaned up and we went to bed. We did not speak of the episode until Saturday morning.

"We're due over at Marjory and Jim's in about an hour, sweetie. Should I check to make sure you don't need to shave again?"

"I don't think so. I should be OK."

"You'd better let me check. Drop you pants and let me see. You'd hate to have any stubble when you're unveiling your masterpiece."

I did as she instructed and stood there in front of my wife so she could inspect my groin. Strangely, there was nothing sexual about this. It was as if a doctor were examining me. But then she mentioned that she knew I was anxious to show off to Jim. And, she was right. I was very anxious, not having seen him since last weekend and worried that our experience was fleeting.

"You look OK, sweetie. Are you sure you didn't shave this morning? You look so clean and smooth, like you never had any hair there at all."

"No, I guess I'm just blessed with slow growth."

"That's one of the things I love about you, sweetie. Jim is going to love it also."

When we arrived at Marjory and Jim's, I was hopeful about the greeting; so looking forward to that kiss, in hopes of picking up right where we left off. It was only Jim who greeted us and invited us in after kissing Susie on the cheek and just waving to me. I wondered if I looked as disappointed as I felt.

"Marjory is out at the pool. Go on out and I'll be there in a second with drinks. Beer for you, Jon?"

"Yes, please. Do you need some help?"

"Sure, follow me." I obediently followed Jim into the kitchen while Susie went to the pool. When the door closed behind us I stood at a distance. 

"What can I do?" I asked. 

"Grab a couple of beers from the refrig." Jim was standing next the refrigerator, looking at me as I approached, and then turned to face the counter. I felt rebuffed again. This would have been the perfect time and place for him to greet me properly. "Let's go out and join the women," he said.

Again, I followed him out to the pool. The girls were in the sun in their skimpy bikinis. Jim again had on his speedo. I was wearing the same suit I had on last weekend, thinking that we'd probably go skinny dipping so it didn't really matter. 

Jim and I were standing, facing the women and the sun, as we drank our beers. I couldn't help notice the outline of Jim's penis in his Speedo. I'm sure the girls were also aware of the sight. 

"So, Jon, Susie tells me you had a very exciting week," commented Marjory.

"I don't know what you mean. What did you tell her, honey?"

"Just that we changed your appearance slightly, and that you like it. At least you acted like you like it."

"What did you do, Jon?" asked Jim.

I looked at Jim pleadingly, hoping he would drop the subject. He seemed oblivious to my situation and pressed on. "You look like the same cute guy to me."

"Go ahead, tell them, sweetie. We're among friends so there's no reason to be bashful," said Susie.

I wasn't bashful; I was embarrassed. And all could see that I dreaded going any further with this. 

"Better yet. Show them, sweetie. I'm sure they remember what you looked like last weekend; this way you can get their opinion of the results."

Marjory chimed in, "Oh, I bet I know what it is. I bet we talked about it in the kitchen last weekend, didn't we Jon? Please show us."

I was now blushing and it was obvious to all.

"Oh, look, he's embarrassed by all this attention," said Marjory. I've got an idea to make Jon feel better. Let's go skinny dipping again. That way we can all see if any of us changed anything since last weekend." 

"Great idea, but Jon has to be the first," added Susie. 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! First, my wife shares our private life with her friend and now she wants to humiliate me, wants me to present my shaved self for their inspection. "I'm not so sure it's a great idea," I objected. 

"Now, Jon, I think it's a great idea and that's all that matters," said Susie. "Now take off your bathing suit so Marjory and Jim can see your change." 

I was mortified. My wife not only wanted to display me, but she openly commanded me to do as she ordered; and the worst part of it, I felt powerless to deny her. Mentally, emotionally, and sexually she was now in a totally dominant position and I knew it. It was humiliating to meekly comply, but that's what I did. 

I turned sideways and slowly slid down my swimming trunks. I was thankful that my penis had not shrunk and I secretly hoped that all would see it as not only more attractive but bigger than last week. When I turned, Marjory was the first to speak. "I knew it. And much nicer. Congratulations. What do you think, Jim?"

As Marjory was directing this question to Jim, he was busy removing his speedo. He turned to face me to answer the question. "It does present a nicer picture, Jon. I agree with Marjory. And I like the smooth feel. I think you'll find, if not already, that it's much more sensitive also."

As Jim was making his statement, I couldn't help but notice that his penis began to swell slightly. God, it was beautiful. So well proportioned with a large diameter and length to match; a prominent purple head, and numerous blue veins bulging on the sides. And it kept growing.

"OK, you two had better get in the pool and get cooled off," commanded Marjory.

We both dove in and resurfaced at the shallow end. I noticed that the girls remained with their drinks, with their bikinis still on.

"I think I got tricked," I said to Jim. "it seems like we are the only two skinny dipping."

"That's OK. We were going to see you sooner or later, don't you think. And you put on a pretty good show."

"Unintentional, I assure you."

"I could tell. Your bashfulness is one of your strong points, that and your cuteness. And don't be too concerned by the way Susie bosses you around; Marjory does the same to me, often in public. You have to take the bad with the good."

"Thanks. I'm glad you understand. I feel so helpless sometimes."

"Another one of your strong points."

"Great, I've got all the characteristics of a real man."

"Real men are a dime a dozen, Jon; sensitive, gently men are rare and special."

"Do you think I'm a sensitive, gentle man, Jim?"

Before he could answer, Marjory interrupted with notice that they were going inside to get out of the sun and get more drinks. 

Slowly Jim worked our position further into the shallow end so that we were standing in water that came just above out knees. Facing each other, our penises hung in stark contrast to each other. 

"Shaving does make our genitals look more attractive, don't you think? I did it originally for Marjory, but now I maintain it for myself. It's rather unique and I'm proud of it. What do you think, Jon?"

"I did it for Susie - in fact, she actually shaved me. But I do like it and I like the way it prominently displays the area, even if I don't have as much to display as you."

"You would look foolish with this size penis; yours is perfectly matched to your body. I think it's very becoming."

I stepped closer to Jim and looked up into his face. "I was disappointed that I didn't get a proper greeting when we arrived."

"Well, I didn't know how you would take it. We've only done it at the insistence of our wives and with Marjory not there, it just seemed awkward."

"Would it be awkward now?" I asked.

"I don't think so," said Jim as he bent his head down to meet by upturned mouth. He also took a step closer and as our lips met so did our torsos - his penis resting against my lower stomach, mine against his upper thigh. It was the most sensual and sexual kiss I have ever had. I wanted to be the sensitive, gentle man Jim desired and allowed him to take charge completely. I was limp in his arms as our tongues danced and we exchanged breath and saliva. I got erect almost immediately, and could feel engorgement on his part. This was perfect and I hated it when he broke it off. He kissed my lips gently and said "We have to be careful not to get carried away. We're just friends, you know." 

"I know," I said, and put my head on his shoulder and pulled him even tighter. "I was afraid that last weekend didn't really happen; that it really didn't change anything." Tears began to well up in my eyes and I began choking my words.

"My you really are a sensitive, delicate thing. That's alright now. Last weekend happened and we are good friends who have discovered a new way of expressing our friendship. I'm alright with that. How about you?"

"It's all I seem to think about these days."

Suddenly the wives appeared at pool-side. Marjory spoke first "Now, now, break it up boys. Remember you're both married and your wives are present."

"We have some fresh drinks, but in order to get them, you two must get out of the pool - and no suits are allowed. Agreed?"

Jim and I looked at each other and shrugged. I was still partially hard but Jim was flaccid after we had dried off and re-joined the women. 

"Aren't you two going to join us in skinny dipping?" I asked.

"Susie and I discussed it and we like it just the way it is. You two are so attractive in the nude, especially since both are now shaved. We just want to enjoy the show without distracting you with our phenomenal bodies - any more than already, that is." 

"I see you two picked up where you left off last weekend," commented Susie. 

Embarrassed, I looked down and away. Jim took a sip of his drink and looked over at me. "You two showed us how friends should show friendship. That's all we're doing."

"I think we have created a monster," said Marjory. We all laughed and then Marjory said, "It's OK with us that you show friendship the same way Susie and I do. In fact, we find it refreshing and very open minded. And we both know what good kissers you two are, so we can't really blame you for getting carried away on occasion. But we're about to institute a new rule."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Men are very demonstrative when they're having too much fun. If we are in private settings, we want you two to be without clothes so we can monitor the demonstrative act of pleasure."

"You're kidding," I said. 

"Look at you, Jon," interjected Susie. "When we came out you were hard as a rock. If you had you swimming trunks on, we might not have noticed and things could have progressed too far. No, we can't trust you two together. You can kiss all you want, you just can't get erections."

"Sometimes erections happen naturally, without sexual stimulation," added Jim.

"We know that," responded Susie. "Just because you have an erection doesn't mean you can't be together. We just don't want the kissing to get out of control. Agreed?"

"What about you two? You two kiss passionately but you get to keep your clothes on?" I asked.

"We outwardly demonstrate nothing through passion and besides, we like to be clothed while you two are nude," responded Marjory. "Agreed."

"Do we have a choice?" asked Jim.

"Certainly you have a choice. You can stop kissing. But I hope you don't go that route because Susie and I really like it."

Jim and I looked at each other and considered the options. "I'm OK with the no clothes rule." I volunteered.

"Me to," agreed Jim.

"Good. Now you two seal the deal with a kiss," commanded Marjory, "Standing."

We stood and faced each other and our eyes met. This was the consummation of our friendship, in front of our wives, in the nude. The hot sun made the scene even more intense than it already was. Jim grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. I put a hand on his cheek and turned my lips upward to meet his. Our kiss was delicate and soft. I was there for him, I was there to satisfy his every desire, I was there to be what he wanted.

Again, he broke off the kiss before I was ready. "You're getting hard," he whispered into my ear. 

"I'm sorry, I can't help it. You're too good a kisser."

"Is that all it is?" he asked.

"No, it's not. I would want to kiss you regardless of your talent. I'm sorry again."

"Oh, Jon, don't be sorry. I feel the same way about you. Now, let's go back to our wives and make like good husbands."

We were all in the sun when Marjory made the timely observation that we had neglected to apply sun screen in the most delicate places. "You each should do that so that we all can make sure you're doing it properly. There's too much at stake here to leave something like that to you without supervision. Jon, you go first."

"Yes, sweetie. You go first; you've had practice over the past week, haven't you?"

I was horrified. Not only was I to be supervised on the application of sun screen to my private parts, but my wife had now revealed to Marjory and Jim that I had masturbated recently. I didn't respond to her question but took a liberal amount of sun screen in my hand and applied it to my penis and balls.

"Please stand up and face us, Jon." said Marjory.

I did as instructed and looked down at Jim who refused to meet my eyes. He appeared to be focused on my midriff.

"Now, sweetie, go ahead and work in the sun screen. Make sure you cover all areas completely; multiple applications would probably be best. That's it sweetie; that's it. It probably is best if you get hard so the skin isn't bunched."

I looked at my wife in horror. She looked back at me and gave me the same look as she did in bed earlier in the week - a look of pity but understanding that I received great pleasure from stroking myself.

"Don't be intimidated by the audience, sweetie. You know we're among friends who want to make sure you carefully apply the sun screen. Show them how you do this regularly, sweetie. Just pretend it's just the two of us in the bedroom, you showing me what a big boy you are."

I was now fully hard and began to slow down the application.

"Don't stop, sweetie. Nobody wants you to stop. We all want to see you apply more sun screen."

"That's right, Jon," added Marjory. Jim said nothing, but remained focused on my groin.

I took some more sun screen and began to apply it, although now no pretenses, it was full fledged masturbation. Any Susie was right, I did want to show them what a big boy I was. I began a sensual stroking as I looked down as Jim's penis. He was responding to my show, he was turned on watching me masturbate. I was now masturbating in order to give Jim an erection and I was displaying myself in the most lewd fashion - slapping my penis, pushing to down to force it to project straight out, and grabbing my balls to pull them away and separate them from my penis. I was clearly out of control.

"OK, that's enough, sweetie. I think it's Jim's turn."

I was brought back to reality and realized what I had done. Ashamed of my actions, I returned to my seat to watch Jim.

Jim's was nearly erect when he first applied the sun screen. As he worked it in, he became fully erect. He took his hands away to get more cream and I got a clear view of his complete erection for the first time. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen; just magnificent in its size and shape. Oddly, it didn't seem threatening to me; it seemed like the most beautiful part of a beautiful man. His balls hung so low it was almost like he needed special apparatus to carry them. 

And Jim proceeded to masturbate with the sun screen. Marjory said nothing; Jim needed no encouragement after what he saw me do. He looked at the women and slowly stroked his penis. It was an incredibly sensual scene with the women fixated on Jim pleasuring himself.

I couldn't help myself and began stroking my penis as I sat watching Jim. Susie caught my eye and again gave me a reassuring look of pity. Poor man can't control himself.

Finally Marjory spoke. "Do you want to cum, Jim. Do you want to show Susie and Jon how you climax. It's OK, darling. Cum for us all."

Jim's stroking became faster, as did mine. In fact, my stroking was done in complete unison with his. I so wanted to cum with him; I wanted to share the experience of cuming in each other's presence. I know my penis looked pathetic next to his, but I wanted him to see me orgasm in his presence. I wanted to create a tighter bond between us, one completely sexual, one outside of friendship.

Jim came, and I came a moment later. Nearly simultaneous, and the wives gasped. And then they applauded. "Bravo, boys, bravo," exclaimed Marjory. Then to Susie, "I guess we don't have to worry about them being oversexed tonight."

The rest of the afternoon and evening was rather uneventful, except for the fact that Jim and I were nude the whole time. The women treated it as normal, until they would catch us kissing. I always got a rapid erection, which then caused them to separate us. Jim seemed to remain flaccid, which I credited to the briefness of our encounters. 

I was able to have extensive, uninterrupted viewing of Jim nude; I became even more infatuated. He was everything I was not - tall, strong, handsome, and well endowed. My heart began to ache with desire and I tried to downplay my interest. But I felt like a little girl panning over a rock star. He just seemed so perfect to me.

When time came to leave, the wives insisted that we kiss good-bye before putting our clothes back on. "Since this is the end of the evening, we'll give you two a little more time together," stated Marjory.

I looked at Jim and he smiled slightly as I approached. I melted into his arms and purposely pushed my penis up against his thigh. He took me in his arms and we kissed deeply. The wives watched and moved closer to each other, holding hands and watching intently.

I felt stirrings in Jim's penis. Mine was fully engorged and pressed tightly against him. His was slipping so that it actually came in contact with mine. He quickly broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, as if questioning for approval. "I like the way you feel," is all I said, and waited for him to resume the kiss. "I'm glad," he responded and then kissed me more passionately than ever. He was now fully hard and our penises were pressed firmly together. 

We were each pressing our hips, almost on the verge of humping, when Marjory called a halt to our passion. "OK, boys, stand apart now." Jim backed up.

"Look at you two," said Susie. "Its lucky we are here to provide a little control, otherwise no telling where this would lead. Remember, you're just good friends saying good-bye for the evening." 

We stood there trying to regain our composure but each of us had a full erection that could not be ignored. We looked at each other longingly, knowing that Marjory was right. We were on the verge of going way beyond kissing, 

"Maybe you and Jim could come over to our place tomorrow," requested Susie. "This is so much fun spending week-ends by the pool with you two."

"We'd love to, wouldn't we Jim?"

"Yes, dear."

"OK, time to put your clothes back on. I need to give Susie a proper good-bye kiss."

While Jim and I dressed, Marjory took Susie into her arms and began a long, passionate kiss that eventually led to them moving to the couch and some heavy petting. Jim and I watched as Marjory was kissing all over Susie's face, neck and ears. Susie had given herself completely to Marjory and was reaching for Marjory's breast when Jim coughed and forced an interruption.

"I thought Jon and Susie had to get home," was how he tried to put an end to the evening. Marjory just looked at him briefly and then returned to Susie. Another five minutes of petting ensued, with Susie now blatantly feeling Marjory's breasts, and Marjory running her hand up and down Susie's thighs. I was strangely unaffected by the scene - I wasn't jealous in the least, and I wasn't turned on. I was just somewhat impatient. I leaned up against Jim, who did seem to be turned on as I could see the outline of his semi-erect penis in his speedo. I leaned on him and kissed his shoulder. "We may no longer be necessary," is all I said. He put his arm around my shoulder and kissed my forehead. "Oh, I suppose she's in for a little re-introduction to the important things in life tonight, if you know what I mean." Stranger still, I felt a pang of jealousy at his comment. 

Finally the wives ended their petting and Susie and I left. On the way home I commented "That was quite a show you and Marjory put on back there."

"I know, sweetie. Did you like it?"

"I guess. That's the first time you've kissed Marjory after Jim and I kissed."

"Really? I hadn't noticed. We'll talk more about it later, OK?"

"Sure."

Later turned out to be the next morning. And it wasn't about her and Marjory, it was about Jim and me. Again, Susie was up first and brought me coffee in bed.

"You and Jim are becoming quite an item. Are you happy with that, Jon?"

"I guess so. It's all so new and different. I can't explain the attraction but I do like our new way of expressing our friendship."

"Oh, I think I can explain Jim's attraction to you."

"What? Don't you think he's just following Marjory's wishes?"

"Maybe at first, just like you following my wishes. But I think it has gone beyond that for both of you. I can see why you are attracted to him; he's a good looking alpha type male. But I think he is attracted to you for the same reason I am attracted to you."

I sat up in the bed, expecting to hear the same reasons I had heard before.

"Jon, you are a very cute, smart, sensitive guy. I think Jim sees that and is attracted to it. That and the fact that you are gentle and accommodating. Let's face it, Jon, you don't like to be in charge. That's why we are a perfect couple and will stay that way; I am more of the dominant type, you are more of the subservient type; in a sense, I play the male role and you play the female role. That's one reason I'm usually on top when we make love. Another reason is that your penetration is better in that position; I can hardly feel you when you're on top."

I was stunned. "Well, I know I'm not the biggest or strongest guy. But I do consider myself all man. Don't you?"

"Sweetie, I love you dearly and only want you to be happy. You are what you are and I am not going to fight that. In fact, I want to encourage you to be who you really are so you can really be happy. That's why we needed this little talk. To clear the air."

"Well, I want you to be happy, Susie. I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Then just be yourself, Jon. Be the person nature intended you to be. I've never been accused of looking masculine and realize that womanhood fits me perfectly; but, sweetie, you definitely have many feminine features and maybe manhood is not perfect for you."

"Just what do you mean by that?" I was choking up now; tears were welling in my eyes. I felt so emasculated, so insulted.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to upset you. Let me get you a tissue."

She got me a tissue from her side of the bed. "Susie, I don't understand. Why are you saying these things?"

"Because we agreed to be completely honest with each other. I can't be happy with you living a lie. Seeing you with Jim, seeing the way you respond to him, I'm convinced that you should nurture that person inside you. You should explore those desires you clearly have. I always suspected that you had the potential, that you were naturally appealing in a unisexual way. I'm just thrilled that we discovered your true identity before you deprived yourself any longer."

I was all-out crying now. I knew she was right but I didn't want to admit it. It was like she could read my mind. I was so embarrassed. Why had I been so obvious with Jim? I went along with the kissing at first because I figured that's what Susie wanted. But now she knew that I was consumed by my relationship with him. I no longer thought of making love to Susie; all I thought about was kissing Jim. 

"Oh, Susie, I'm so sorry. I don't know what's come over me. That first kiss with Jim seems to have opened a door that I didn't know existed. Now I can't seem to think of anything else."

"It's alright, sweetie. You don't need to be upset. I very much approve; I very much encourage you to be true to your nature. In fact, I will help you in any way I can. And if you find that it's not really what you are looking for, that's fine with me. I love you for who you are, not for who you love."

We kissed and she dabbed the tears from my eyes. "I love you Susie; I don't want anything to come between us."

"Nothing's going to come between us, sweetie. I won't allow it."

We kissed again.

"It's a big day for you today. This will be the fourth time with Jim. Are you excited?"

Recovering from the confessions, I looked at her and saw the sincerity in her face. "I am. I just want him to be into me as much as I am into him."

"Well, that could be a problem, Jon. Let me ask you a question. Do you think Jim is gay?"

"God no. I can't imagine it."

"So, why do you think he is so into kissing you?"

"I don't know; I haven't really given it any thought."

"Well, I think I know. It's because of your feminine traits. If he's not gay - and I agree with on this - then there's something else that's driving him. And it's gone way beyond him trying to please Marjory. He's into you, but not as a gay man. I don't think he's going to fall in love with you as a man. I do think, though, that he rationalizes his behavior because he feels like he's kissing a girl when he's with you. I think he sees you as a female sex object."

I didn't say anything, just sat there and let her words sink in. I had no reason to doubt Susie; I was just wondering if her observation was good news or bad news. It really didn't matter to me why Jim liked kissing me, I just wanted it to continue.

"So what I'm saying, sweetie," continued Susie, " is that if you know what attracts him, then you can use that to enhance your appeal. Do you understand? It's a classic female trick. If we can increase your feminine side, it will increase Jim's desire to be with you."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"That's OK. Just realize we're on the same team and follow my lead. Remember, your happiness is my happiness."

She kissed me on my forehead as she climbed into bed next to me and put her arm around me. 

"The first thing we have to work on is the hard-to-get factor. You may be a sex object, but that doesn't mean that he's also a sex object. You have been pretty obvious so far. Let me ask you, how did you feel when Jim didn't kiss you when greeting us yesterday?"

"I was heartbroken," I blurted. "I mean, I was disappointed because I was looking forward to it all week."

"And when it didn't happen, you wanted it even more, didn't you?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"So the first thing is for you not to show that sense of urgency. The second thing is for you to try to control your erections. I noticed that just being close to him gives you a hard-on. That is until you masturbated for us at the pool. Once you climaxed, you seem to have gained some composure."

"I guess that's just the way guys are."

"So, I think we need to prepare you for this afternoon. And now is just the perfect time. Would you like to nurse your mommy?" She pulled down the top of her nightgown and presented her breast to my mouth. I couldn't resist and latched on immediately. 

"All better now," she whispered. "Just let mommy show you the way. Trust your mommy, sweetie. I know what's best for you." With that, she slid the covers off me. "Pull down you panties, sweetie, and show me how you will masturbate for Jim. Show you mommy how big you can get and how much you can spurt. You're such a big boy but you need mommy's guidance and love. That's it. You look so beautiful masturbating, sweetie. I want you to have a particularly good climax so that you control yourself around Jim. This is the first of many steps we can take to win him for you. You do want that, don't you sweetie?"

I broke from her breast and looked up at her. "Oh, yes mommy. Oh please help me. I will do anything you say to make you happy."

"I know you will, sweetie. I know you won't let me down. Show mommy how beautiful you are when you climax."

Again I became proud of my ability, proud of my body, proud of my obsession. My hips raised and I sucked ever harder on her nipple. And it was a beautiful climax that sprayed semen all over my chest. I released her breast and smiled in relief. She handed me a towel and kissed me again on the forehead. "Clean yourself up and let's get some breakfast."

Before she left the bedroom, I asked her a question. "Susie, are we ever going to make love again?"

"Maybe, sweetie, maybe. You seem to be very happy with this arrangement; and I'm very happy. I love indulging you in your obsessions - masturbation and Jim. Both are my projects now. I want to perfect you in both categories because I love to see you succeed."

"As long as you are happy; I must admit, I am happy with our new arrangement also. I'll be what you want me to be." 

Later that morning, as we were getting ready to go over to Marjory and Jim's, Susie approach me about what I was going to wear.

"Probably what I always wear - my swimming trunks and a shirt."

"Maybe you haven't noticed, sweetie, but that's not the sexiest outfit. I know that you will probably spend much of the day nude, but sometimes it's important to present an enticing image. I think it's time we enhanced your sex object status. I know you don't have a speedo, but maybe we could improvise."

"What do you mean?"

"Since we are about the same size, you could wear one of my bikini bottoms. That dark blue one would work nicely. What do you say?"

"I don't know. Won't they be able to tell that they're bikini bottoms and not speedo."

"Probably not. Let's try them on before we make a decision. Follow me to the bedroom."

I did, and then she had me strip. I stood there nude in front of her as she rifled through her collection. "Here it is. Now slip it on and let's see how it looks."

They were cotton with a nylon liner. I slid them on and adjusted my penis.

"Tuck your penis down between your legs, sweetie. It gives a cleaner look." I did so and then stood so she could inspect me. She adjusted the suit around my ass and on my legs.

"You look terrific, sweetie. But there's only one problem.

"What's that?"

"You have wonderful legs - so shapely and firm - but it's hard to appreciate them with your hair. I think we should shave your legs. It'll look much better and as long as you wear long pants, no one else needs to know."

I realized what she was doing. If I shaved my legs, as long as I had the suit on I would look exactly like a girl from the waist down. Is that what I wanted? "I don't know, Susie. What do you think Jim would say?"

"He probably wouldn't say anything, at least not so his wife and I could hear. But in private, I suspect he will compliment you while he is figuring ways to stroke you legs. Come on, let's do it. Less hair is preferable to more. You like your pubic area being shaved, don't you?"

"Yes," I admitted reluctantly.

"Well, then, it's settled. Let's go to the bathroom and I'll show you how it's done. Take the suit off and we'll touch-up your pubic area; and we might as well do your rear also. Nothings worse than a hairy butt," she laughed.

As she was applying shaving cream to my rear, she pulled by buns apart and ran her finger over my pucker. I flinched with the touch.

"You like that, don't you? I never knew you were sensitive back there, sweetie. We really do need to clean this area up, outside and in."

She was now massaging my sphincter, and I gently pushed back against her pressure. Her finger slipped into me and I gasped.

"Oh, my. We should have explored this area sooner, sweetie. You really like this, don't you?"

I didn't need to answer. She could tell the answer by my actions - I met her deeper insertions with strong pushbacks. But then she abruptly stopped, wiped off her finger and resumed shaving.

When she was done, I had to admit that my legs felt incredible. And when I put the suit back on and modeled it for Susie, I really did like the look. It made me feel so sexy, so desirable, and yes, so feminine. I just hoped Jim would like it.

Just before we were to leave, Susie came up with another idea.

"Sweetie, you look incredibly good; but looks isn't everything. I want to put a dash of mild perfume behind your ears, OK? Jim will have to get real close to notice it, but when he does, he'll want to get closer."

Before I had a chance to object, she was dabbing her moistened figure behind each of my ears. I could smell it, and actually thought it was stronger than she indicated. But it was too late and besides, I liked the smell.

Just before we got out of the car at Marjory and Jim's, Susie mentioned how much more I seemed to enjoy kissing when the she was wearing lipstick.

"I agree," I responded, "But, Susie, no way I'm wearing lipstick."

"You don't have to wear lipstick, silly. Just some lip gloss that pretty much matches your lip color. It will wear off eventually, but it should make it through your first kiss. Look at me and hold still." She proceeded to apply the gloss and then gently wiped off any excess.

"Now remember, you're playing hard-to-get. Do not fall all over Jim when we enter. In fact, you should act like you don't expect a greeting kiss. If he forces the issue, please try to control your enthusiasm. Save that for later, after he's had time to consider the possibility that you're not into it any more. Then you can show him how you really feel."

It was Marjory who answered the door, in her skimpy bikini. She kissed Susie deeply and then pointed to the pool area. "You'll find Jim already sunning himself by the pool."

Who's playing hard-to-get, I wondered, him or me?

"But before you go out, you can help me carry out the drinks and hor d'oeuvres."

"Take your shirt off, sweetie, and show Marjory your new suit."

I looked at Susie in embarrassment. I was hoping no one would pay much notice. But I did as instructed.

"Doesn't he look adorable, Marjory. Who knew we were pretty much the same size down there."

"Stunning. You really do look good, Jon. Let's go show Jim." suggested Marjory.

"Let's just see if he notices, OK. It's not necessary to point anything out to him." My suggestion went unacknowledged.

As we entered the pool area I noticed that Jim was lying face up on a chaise lounge - nude. He looked magnificent with his legs spread and his penis and scrotum resting naturally between, freshly shaven. I put the tray of refreshments on the table and then stood still.

"My, it looks like you were expecting Jon," joked Susie. "Before Jon joins you, we wanted you to see his new swim suit. What do you think?"

"I think it's very becoming. I've never seen a speedo that looked like that. Where did you get it, Jon?"

"Out of my drawer," volunteered Susie, and laughed. "It's the bottoms to one of my suits. We were marveling at how well it fits him - maybe better than me."

I just stood there and took it. I was mortified, emasculated, embarrassed. I couldn't look up. All I could think of was how I could have let her talk me into this. Jim clearly liked me the way I was, why would he like me in a girl's bathing suit? I was supposed to be playing hard-to-get but it now seemed so obvious that it was all designed to make him want me more. And I was sure it was one big mistake. What a fool I was.

"Yes, maybe so Susie. I can't imagine them looking better on anyone else. Turn around and let me see your rear end. I'm sorry, but it looks very good, Jon," said Jim. " I think you've found a new look."

I looked up quickly and surveyed the group. Suddenly I felt reassured. All three were seriously admiring my appearance. What a relief!

"OK, now that we got that out of the way, if you are going to stay out here with Jim," commented Marjory, "you're going to have to get rid of that new look."

Jim was shading his eyes with his hand as I removed the suit bottoms. He remained focused on me - primarily my legs as the pubic shave extended all the way down to my ankles. His staring began to produce an erection. Everybody noticed. Jim smiled briefly and said "Maybe we should get in the pool and cool off."

"Yes, I think that is an excellent idea," responded Marjory.

I stayed away from Jim as best I could while in the pool. The wives chatted in the shade while we talked a little about nothing special. I didn't want to get my head wet for fear of losing the perfume. Susie had been right on everything so far so I wasn't going to second guess her now.

I lost my erection and felt safe to exit the pool. Jim followed and we moved the lounge chairs into the shade and reclined. 

"Can I get you a drink?" asked Jim.

"I'd love one, thank you." Were we assuming the male-female relationship? If so, I had to maintain the female role in every aspect, I thought. But I don't want to push things.

Jim returned with drinks and he proposed a toast. "Here's to friendship." He proposed it to only me; he hadn't included the wives. "Here's to our friendship," I responded.

We drank and then lounged and talked. The women would look over occasionally to make sure were weren't aroused. I had to fight back an erection several times; he seemed unfazed and naturally flaccid. Truly a thing of beauty.

He got up and came over to me, standing with his hips at my shoulders. His penis hung down near eye level - it was like he was giving me an opportunity to visually inspect him. I tried to be coy, but the allure was too great. I stared.

"You'd like to touch it, wouldn't you?"

Before I could answer, he continued, "you know, I haven't greeted you properly today. Stand up and let me do that now."

I stood up and he took my hands, and then looked back over his shoulder at the two wives. They were in rapt attention.

"You know," he said, "our friendship is taking on new dimensions, isn't it? I mean, I think you really like me. I think you really look forward to being with me."

I looked away, afraid to reveal my true feelings for fear of turning him off. I just stood there, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes," I finally whispered. "Me too," her responded as he bent down to kiss me.

I'm proud of myself, though. I didn't allow him to sweep me off my feet. I applied a controlled kiss of passion and placed my hand behind his neck and pulled myself to his body. He is so much stronger than I am; I felt the muscles on his other arm as he pulled me close. He had taken control and I now had lost control. My erection was now pressed firmly against his upper thigh, broadcasting that I was completely his. At that moment, I felt like I would do anything to assure his continued attraction to me. I would become whatever he wanted me to become. It felt like love.

"Now, now, boys. Let's see those penises," demanded Marjory. 

"Uh, oh," whispered Jim. "You're in trouble with that hard-on. And I've got a little something going on down there also, thanks to that perfume you're wearing."

I blushed and then he kissed me gently on the lips and we parted. I indeed had a full erection; he had a beautiful semi. At that moment I determined that there is nothing more beautiful than a size large, perfectly proportioned, semi-erect penis. Jim set the standard.

"Maybe we should all get in the pool," suggested Susie. 

Things cooled down for a while as we all sat and ate and drank. Jim then suggested that I get back in the pool with him. 

While standing in the shallow end, our backs to the women, Jim said, "You never answered my question."

"What question was that?"

He looked down at his penis and then up at me. "I asked you if you'd like to touch it. You can if you'd like."

I didn't respond at first, scared about what was being offered. I was dying to touch it, hold it, stroke it. But I knew that this would take our friendship to a new level, one from which we could never return. If he liked the way I touched him, he would want me to do it again and again. If he didn't, the spell could be broken and our relationship return to being just the husbands of best friends.

I looked up at him and our eyes me. It was an intense moment because I moved my hand along his stomach and then leaned up for a kiss. I didn't want the wives to think anything unusual was taking place.

I slowly slid my hand down until it's side rested at the base of his penis. It was well above the water line and it felt hot. I slowly turned my hand face down and let my fingers walk along the shaft. I was gentle, as I remember the way Susie used to touch me. Delicate and soft, finally arriving at the head. Our kissing became more intense as I palpated his crown; I detected engorgement. He liked it! Encouraged, I continued to explore - not with the intent of exciting him, just with an almost innocent exploration. I was satisfying my own desires and hoped that they corresponded with his. He kissed me deeper the more I explored.

He was approaching full erection and I was approaching the act of masturbating him. I so wanted to just stroke his penis and bring him to climax, make him want me more. But, before I could act on my desires, Marjory again interrupted our fun.

"OK boys, it looks pretty hot from here. I think you two should get back to your wives, don't you agree, Susie."

"Yes, I do. We're getting lonely here, having to entertain ourselves."

As we exited the pool, we both had full erections, although I'm not sure anybody noticed mine.

"Looks like we got you two just in the nick of time," continued Susie. "Better come over here and sit apart from each other."

Later, when I was kissing Jim good-bye, I tried to slip my hand down between his legs. He caught it before the wives saw and placed his arm under mine and around my back, preventing me from repeating the attempt. He whispered, "not now, not here." Leaving me to wonder when and where?

* * * * *

The week went by slowly. Marjory and Jim accepted our invitation for a Saturday swim session and I couldn't wait. Susie detected my anxiety and tried to distract me - but not with sex. We hadn't made love in weeks, and we hadn't had one of my masturbation sessions since Sunday morning. But we did have strategy sessions nearly every night. Monday night was the first.

"How do you think Jim likes the changes?"

"He commented on the perfume. I'm not sure he noticed my shaved legs or my lipstick."

"Oh, he noticed your legs, alright. He commented to Marjory and me what great legs you have. I'm jealous."

"I'm sure they're no competition to your great set. Did he say anything about my lipstick?"

"Not to me. Next time we'll be less subtle. And maybe a little eyeliner and shadow."

"I don't know about that. Maybe I shouldn't go so fast."

"No way. This is how you seduce a man, sweetie. Steady increase in intensity until he is completely trapped. Don't you think he displayed greater interest in you?"

"I guess."

"He let you touch his penis, didn't he? That's why he was hard when you two were separated, isn't it?"

"I guess so."

"He didn't force you, did he? You nearly begged him to let you touch it, didn't you?" Susie was excited in uncovering this development. She understood completely what happened and was glad it did. There was no shame or accusation in her tone. Just understanding.

"Yes. Yes, I guess I lost control."

"That's OK, sweetie. It's understandable. You want to be completely familiar with how to please him. And it was clear that you do know how to please him. But we can't stop here. You are nearly female from the waist down, we should do the same from the shoulders up. Do you trust me, Jon?"

"Yes, of course I trust you Susie. I just can't believe you are doing all this for me, your husband. You have been completely right so far, and I have only you to credit with my success. And I love you for it. Mold me into the person that Jim wants as much as I want him."

She leaned down and kissed me deeply. "I just put real lipstick on. How does it taste?"

"It tastes wonderful."

"Jim will think so as well."

"Can we make love now, Susie?"

"Jon, put thoughts like that out of that pretty little head of yours. Our lovemaking days are over; you need to focus all of your sexual interests on Jim. I'm not even sure masturbation is a good thing for you now. But we'll revisit that later on."

I wasn't heartbroken; if anything, I was reassured that Susie was in control and would impose any limitations or changes she thought necessary to make me more attractive to Jim. 

Wednesday night Susie informed me that she wanted to experiment with make-up and that I should meet her in the bedroom.

"Take your shirt off, sweetie, and sit down in front of the vanity."

I did as instructed and noticed all the make-up she had lined up. She bent down and looked closely at my face, considering how best to display my attributes.

"Well, the first thing we have to do is pluck those eyebrows. Now hold still." and she proceeded to shape my eyebrows. She then applied eyeliner and eye shadow, and then some foundation and a little rouge to accent my high cheek-bones. By facing me, she prevented me from seeing myself in the mirror as she progressed.

"OK, now for some lipstick. Tell me, sweetie, how do you feel?"

"I feel OK, why?"

"No, I mean, do you feel happy, sexy, angry, or just melancholy?"

"Well, the way you have been pampering me, I feel extremely sexy."

She reached down and felt my crotch. "Wow, I guess you do. That's quite an erection you've got there."

"Sorry, your attention excites me."

"Then, I think a nice shade of red is proper for your first time. Maybe not for Saturday, but this evening might be nice."

She picked a shade and then applied it meticulously. "OK, now I'm going to let you look at yourself but I want you to spend some time before you comment."

She moved aside and I could hardly recognize myself. I looked not just feminine - I looked like a girl. And a damn pretty girl. 

"What do you think?" asked Susie.

"I'm kinda shocked. What do you think?"

"I think you look very pretty; striking, actually. I knew you had feminine facial features, but I never imagined you could look so, so beautiful. You really look great."

I looked at myself again and realized that she was right. It sent a shiver over my entire body. I liked what I saw; I liked looking like a girl. The realization changed my attitude completely; suddenly I wanted to act like a girl, I wanted to present myself as a girl, I wanted to be a girl.

I brought my knees together and shifted on the stool in the direction of Susie. I had my eyes lowered, communicating shame as I spoke. "I like it." I raised my eyes to meet Susie's and she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. "I knew you would; maybe not this quickly, but I knew you'd be impressed. And I like it very much. We'll play with it over the next couple of nights and then you can choose which mix for Saturday. But for the rest of the night, I want you to keep it on and get used to it."

I stood up to grab my shirt but Susie snatched it away. "I think you need a top to go with that look. And take off those pants and show off those beautiful legs."

I was soon standing in front of Susie nude with a solid erection as she rummage through her dresser. "Here, put these short-shorts on and see if you can conceal that thing," pointing to my hard-on.

"Here's a nice off-the-should crop top. Let's see how you look in this."

The shorts were fairly androgynous but the top was pure female. But it felt wonderful. I loved the way it exposed by shoulders and across my chest just above my nipples. I felt so feminine. But I couldn't do anything about my erection; it was the only thing that revealed my maleness.

"Once you get used to the make-up and clothes, I suspect you'll be able to control your penis better."

The rest of the week was dedicated to experimentation in femininity. I did get somewhat used to my change of image, but by Friday night I couldn't wait to get home from work and find out the next stage. I was waiting for Susie at the vanity table when she arrive home from work.

"My, my. Looks who's anxious to get made-up. Uh oh, I see we neglected to remove the eyeliner from last night's session. Do you think anyone noticed?"

"Oh no! I did get some strange looks today but I thought my new eyebrows had finally been noticed. What am I going to do?"

"Just ignore them and be yourself. Maybe you'll start wearing eyeliner every day - or more."

"Or less," I responded. I didn't want this change to carry over to my work. Susie didn't respond and quickly changed the subject.

"OK, tonight we will go for the scaled back version - less hooker, more virgin. We'll just keep the eyeliner and add some lipstick. I think light pink will do nicely."

It was certainly more subtle than the other nights, but I still saw myself as a girl. Especially when she had me remove my clothes and put on a sun dress. It was the first dress I had ever had on and it felt scandalous not having on any panties. The dress was just reached my mid-thigh. Susie had me model it for her.

"You look stunning, sweetie. Pull up your skirt and let me see if you like it." She, of course, wanted to see if I had an erection; my size was inadequate to show under a skirt. 

"I think you really like this, Jon. And I like it too. It's like playing dress-up with a real live doll. I think Jim is going to like the new Jon also."

"I can't wear this over there tomorrow! I thought it was just some make-up. I like this look for tomorrow, but not dress. OK?"

"I'll let you know tomorrow. In the meantime, get comfortable in the dress. There's only one thing more feminine than a dress."

"What's that?"

"A bra, silly. It's the most feminine garment there is. But you don't have to worry about that just yet."

I didn't understand her last comment but I let it drop. I paraded around the room, feeling the skirt swish across my erection, checking myself in the mirror, trying to be as feminine as possible.

The next morning, as we were getting ready to leave, Susie informed me that I would be wearing her suit bottoms again but with a skimpy tee shirt top. I was relieved that she didn't make we wear the sun dress.

My make-up was identical to what I had on last night - subtle but definitely evident. After she applied perfume and checked my hair, we were off.

When we pulled into their driveway, I was visibly shaken. "Sweetie, there's no reason to be scared. Marjory and Jim are our best friends."

"But what if Jim doesn't like this new look?. What if he wants the old Jon back?"

"Trust me, he won't. Have I been right so far?"

"Yes, I guess so. But still."

"Just remember, try to play hard-to-get. You didn't change your appearance for him, you did it because it's the real you. Act like it doesn't matter to you if he likes it or not; it's how you want to present yourself to the world. OK?"

"I'll try. But, I really only want to present myself to him. I hope he approves."

Both Marjory and Jim greeted us at their front door. Marjory and Susie embraced in a deep, long kiss as Jim and I stood on either side. When they finished, Marjory invited Susie into the kitchen, leaving Jim and I alone; awkwardly alone.

Jim was the first to speak. "You look different."

"I'm trying out some new things. I still have Susie's bikini bottoms on."

"I know that; that's not what I mean. It's your face. It looks so much softer, even cuter than before. Come here so I can get a better look."

I took a step toward him. He grabbed both arms and pulled me closer. "Yes, it's make-up. I like it. I like it very much."

He leaned down and our lips met. I truly felt like I was a girl being kissed by prince charming. He pulled me tight and deepened the kiss. I returned his passion but I was completely passive from the head down; my arms were by my side but my body was pressed against his. He was in complete control; he could do with me as he wanted. And what he wanted at the moment was to feel my butt. His hands traveled down my back and each grabbed and squeezed a bun, pulling my groin into his upper leg. My penis had grown erect in a downward, uncomfortable position but it didn't matter. I wanted him close to me everywhere.

"I love that perfume. Thank you for wearing it again. I really like your new look. Every day it seems like you surprise me. This is quite a friendship, isn't it?"

I was breathless. "You surprise me also; I mean with your friendship, that is."

"Let's go out to the pool before we get carried away."

I followed him out back where the wives had already set up the refreshments.

"Off with the trunks, boys," commanded Marjory.

I was pleased to see that Jim had a semi-erect penis; just the little make-up I had on had affected him like that. I remained fully erect. 

"Looks like we got you two just in the nick-of-time again. I don't know what we are going to do with you two. An innocent greeting kiss has turned into quite an exciting display of friendship. What do you think, Susie?"

"I think we have to help them control themselves. But I do admire their ardor. And I do enjoy watching them kiss. There is so much honest passion between the two. Almost as much as between us Marjory."

The wives laughed briefly as Jim and I stood there, humiliated at having our actions described in not so innocent terms. Was it obvious to Marjory and Jim how I felt about him? Was I making a fool of myself - acting like a hussy in his presence, showing virtually no restraint, presenting myself as a tart. I turned red with embarrassment. 

Jim looked at me and smiled lightly. "Caught," he said. "Guilty as charged." He grabbed my hand and led me to a chair next to my wife. He sat next to his wife.

The afternoon went quickly even though I participated in little conversation. All I could think about was Jim sitting across from me nude, looking wonderfully handsome. Occasionally he would extend his foot over to rub against mine, and look at me absentmindedly and smile. Each time my penis would respond with a semi-erection; and each time my wife noticed the growth but she said nothing.

Finally, Marjory invited Susie inside and Jim and I were alone.

"Let's get in the shallow end," he suggested. I quickly agreed and found myself next to him facing away from the house.

"Would you like to touch it again?"

This time I answered, but not before I leaned up and kissed him. "Yes, I so want to. May I?"

"If that's what you want."

We were in water up to our knees. I was leaning against his side and I slid my hand down his stomach to meet the shaft. God it felt wonderful. "I was hoping you'd let me do it again. It is so beautiful."

"Thank you. I like the way you touch it," he said as he kissed my forehead. "You are so gentle and your hands are so feminine. I bet you'd look great with nail polish." 

I barely heard this last comment as I leaned my head against his shoulder and began to palpate his penis. He responded immediately. I felt the head, so smooth and hot. I ran my finger over his slit, so big that I could nearly slip my finger inside. He kissed my forehead again. "That's it, Jon. I love your touch."

I reached down to his scrotum and took it all in my hand, virtually measuring his balls. They began to draw up and his scrotum tighten. I returned to his penis, which was fully hard and pulsating as he flexed it. I couldn't help myself and started to stroke him; I started to masturbate my friend. I wanted nothing in return, just the pleasure of stroking him, of pleasing him, of bringing him to orgasm. Yes, that would prove his desire for me - to cause him to ejaculate. And I was in the process, stroking him slowly, sensually. "I love your penis, Jim. I've never touched anyone else but I can't stop wanting to touch you. It just feels so right, so natural, so perfect."

He kissed me gently and said, "I want you to kiss it, Jon. I want you to bend down and take my penis in your mouth and show me how much you love it."

I was startled by his command. Not only was he asserting his dominance, but he was directing me to do something new that would remove our friendship further from innocence. I looked at his erect penis and it defied innocence; it expressed lust and I was its object. At that moment I would have done anything he asked of me as long as I could remain his pleasure giver. I bent down and kissed the shaft and then the head, and then the slit. I pulled it against my cheek and slid it around to my mouth. I kissed it again and then slid it into my mouth. I swooned with pleasure at the feel of his solid, hot erection. It filled my mouth and I began to salivate. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he gently pushed me down, forcing his shaft to the back of my throat. I only took about a third of his penis before I gagged.

"That's OK, Jon. Keep trying to take it all. Gagging is a sign of love. Show me you want to consume it all and someday you will." 

I tried again, and again, as he assisted me with pressure. I considered this to be the ultimate act of devotion; the ultimate act of submission. I felt so happy being able to serve Jim this way. 

Jim began pumping into my mouth and I grabbed his shaft and began stroking it in rhythm. And then it happened. I felt him push deeply into my throat and then explode with semen. He released a little pressure and began to pump slowly as he continued to ejaculate. I swallowed everything he deposited. 

As I pulled off of him, I kissed the tip. His penis now looked red and angry, almost dangerous. I liked what I had caused and kissed it again.

I don't know how long Susie had been there, but if she had been watching there was no confusing what was going on, even though our backs were to the house. "Jon, I think we need to freshen our lipstick. Can you come with me?"

I looked up at Jim and slowly released his penis. I exited the pool while Jim remained facing away to conceal his erection. I couldn't conceal mine. 

I followed Susie into the bathroom. I noticed that her lipstick was smeared; I looked in the mirror and noticed mine was also. "This is what a girl has to do occasionally in order to maintain a composed appearance." With that, she cleaned up her mouth and reapplied her lipstick. "Marjory got a little carried away. I think she still loves me, Jon."

"But she loves Jim."

"Maybe, but we'll talk about that later. Now clean up your mouth and I'll freshen your face." She then applied fresh lipstick to me, but this time a much darker color to match hers. I figured that since I had performed a perfectly female act on a male, I should look the part. I was quickly losing all inhibitions.

When we exited, Marjory and Jim were sitting at the table, nursing fresh drinks. Drinks were waiting for us. As I sat down I could see that Jim, like me, was completely flaccid. His penis, unlike mine, was even impressive soft; mine was just small. I tried to act as feminine as possible, and sat with my knees together and legs pulled under. I adjusted my penis and scrotum to be on top of my joined thighs. I kept looking at my hands and envisioning nail polish.

We left that evening after a standard farewell kiss. Marjory and Susie were very reserved, so Jim and I were also.

When we got home, Susie immediately began quizzing me on Jim's response to my new appearance. "I think he loved it. He sure acted like he did," I replied.

"What were you two doing in the pool when I came out to get you?"

"Just being together. I really like just being close to him."

"You were doing more than just being close, sweetie. I saw how you were bent over and I saw your erection"

I looked down and didn't say anything. I wasn't sure I wanted to admit that the innocence had been lost. "I was just touching him, that's all."

"Sweetie, it's alright if you were touching his penis. Even with your mouth. Did he ask you to?"

"Kinda. He said it was OK if I wanted to."

"And you did want to, didn't you, Jon? More than anything in the world, am I right?"

I looked up at her with tears welling in my eyes. To admit this to my wife was to admit my deepest desires - desires that didn't include her. I didn't know how she would take it. But I had no choice.

"Yes, you're right."

"Were you sucking Jim?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't care whether he even touched you or not, right? All you cared about was giving him pleasure, making him happy."

"Yes."

"I'm happy for you, Jon. Those are the emotions of a woman; a women who's willing to sacrifice all for her man. Making him happy makes her happy. Is that how you feel?"

"Yes."

Susie leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Jon. This is your true self. I am proud of you. And with my help, we're going to let it all happen. And, here's why. Remember in the bathroom I told you that I thought Marjory was still in love with me?"

"Yes"

"Well, I'm still in love with her, Jon. I guess I have always been in love with her, but I just suppressed it. When you and I met, I had just broken up with Marjory because I was confused. I loved her but I didn't want to be a lesbian. I wanted to be a normal woman and have a husband. You were the perfect substitute - you had all the female characteristics I am attracted to, except breasts, and you are a guy. I made it my mission to sweep you off your feet and settle down into a normal relationship. Everything was going fine until Marjory and Jim moved into town.

"I knew the minute the four of us got together that I still loved her. And she still loves me. We've been making love at every opportunity - like this afternoon. So that is why I am so supportive of your new self. I want you to sweep Jim off his feet so I can have Marjory all to myself. Now you know what's going on, Jon. Now you know why we are such a great team but we will never make love again. And you shouldn't masturbate because you need all your sexual energy for Jim."

I was confused but also relieved. None of this really made sense until now. She was so understanding, yet too generous. But now I see that she was actually manipulating the whole affair to her benefit. Yet, I was glad she had; otherwise, I would be stuck in a normal relationship while my wife was having a lesbian affair.

"I don't know what to say, Susie. Was anybody else in on your little scheme?"

"Just Marjory. She was advising me on Jim's weaknesses. Jim is as oblivious as you were 10 minutes ago. His responses have been totally honest, as well as predictable. So nothing that really matters to you has changed, sweetie. Other than you should never have a guilty conscience for cheating on me. Because you didn't. I was cheating on you and just needed a way to make it work out in the open."

"Will Marjory know I know tomorrow?"

"Not unless you want me to tell her. Eventually we will have to square it in the open with both you and Jim. Hopefully, it will be as big a relief to him as it is to you. That's why I have to make you irresistible to him. Jon, I want Jim to desire you the way you desire him. I want you two to live as lovers while Marjory and I live as lovers. Trust me, and this will all work out."

"Please don't tell Marjory that I know, then. I want this to carry on as you planned because I do want Jim to fall for me - naturally and without any outside pressure."

"OK, then. We need to speed up your transition. Here, I want you to wear this to bed tonight."

She handed me a pink chiffon teddy. No panties. It felt wonderfully smooth against my skin. Except for my growing erection, I could be mistaken for a female. I liked it as I modeled myself in the mirror. 

The next morning I was the first up and was standing in front of the mirror when Susie awoke.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked.

"It just feels so wonderful. It makes me feel so special."

"I'm glad, sweetie. You look wonderful. You can have that teddy; I got it for you." 

"Thank you, thank you." I said with glee.

"Go make us some coffee and then we'll talk some more." Susie always made the coffee so this was a real switch. 

When I returned to the bedroom, she was sitting up and patted the bed next to her. "Sit here sweetie. I want to ask you a question."

"OK, what is it?"

"Jon, do you consider yourself gay?"

"No, of course not. I just happen to be attracted to Jim. I swear I'm not attracted to any other men."

"Well, if I told you to have sex with some other man, an attractive, well hung man, would you do it?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

"Well, think hard. If I ordered you to do it, after you were totally made up, in full make-up, in sun dress, the works, would you do it? Think about how sexy you feel when you are dressed up; think about obeying my orders. Would you?"

"Maybe, if you really wanted it."

"Forget about what I really want; just focus on the fact that I ordered you to do it. Would you?" She was looking at me intently in the eyes, staring to emphasize the importance of her question. I understood that there was only one answer I could give." 

"Yes, I would do what you ordered me to do."

"Would you enjoy it?"

"I would enjoy fulfilling your command. Since I've never had sex with a man, I don't know if I would enjoy it. But I would do it for you."

"Good. I agree that you're not gay, Jon. But you are a sissy, a beautiful, perfect sissy, sweetie. And once you accept the fact, the happier you'll be."

I was shocked at the accusation. I had never considered the possibility that I was a sissy. I enjoyed the role-playing, but that was all I thought it was - a strategy to attract Jim. Not a permanent condition. I figured that once Jim and I became lovers, I would just do the role-playing on occasion. My wife was telling me that the role-playing was my real self, and that any return to a male appearance would be temporary. Tears began to well-up in my eyes.

"Don't be sad, sweetie. I love you as a sissy. I want you as a sissy. And I think that's the only way you're going to capture Jim. We agree he's not gay, so he's not attracted to your male persona. He's attracted to the sissy you. Be happy that we discovered this and can use it to your advantage."

I was really confused. I looked at Susie and started to sob. "I don't want to be a sissy."

"Oh, but I do want you to be a sissy, Jon. And we have discovered that you are happiest as a sissy. So there'll be no more talk about it. You are what you are. What I don't want is for you to transition from sissy to gay."

"I'm not gay."

"I know sweetie, and you're not going to become gay." She got out of bed and went to her dresser and pulled out a package.

"The difference between a sissy and a gay is that a sissy is not overly concerned with personal pleasure. He is totally consumed with the sexual pleasure of his partner. That is a strong female trait and therefore it is natural that sissies want to be female. A gay, on the other hand, is first and foremost concerned with their own orgasm. Their attraction to other men is their source of orgasm. Gays are selfish; sissies are selfless. I want you to stay a sissy - my husband and my sissy. Now take off that teddy and lie on the bed, on your back."

I did as she ordered. She approached me with the package and sat down on the bed next to my groin. I saw something pink and plastic in her hand, several pieces of pink plastic.

"This is a chastity cage, sweetie, and I want you to wear it. It's a size small and will prevent and growth. This way, you won't be tempted to seek direct sexual pleasure from Jim. Your pleasure will have to come only from satisfying him."

She slipped my penis into the cage and then fastened a ring around my scrotum and over my penis. She had a small lock that she used to secure the two parts. The lock's key was on a chain that she slipped over head to hang around her neck.

I watched all of this as a passive observer, not being familiar with any of it. But suddenly I realized I was trapped and only she could release me. 

"That's right, Jon. I control all sexual pleasure you can now get from your penis. So, you could say that I now have complete control over my sissy husband." With that she pulled me off the bed to stand in front of her. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

She hugged me tightly. "I'm so happy, sweetie. We're going to be so happy. You look so cute, so adorable. And from what I understand, most sissies are able to have mild orgasms through anal stimulation. You know what the prostate gland is, don't you Jon. When a man is penetrated from the rear, if done right his prostate gland is stimulated with every thrust. A form of orgasm can follow that, I hear, is very nice. Sissies discover that this is the best way to satisfy their sexual needs. The beauty of it is that it is primarily performed in order to satisfy their partner's needs. I think Jim's penis would match your prostate perfectly."

I hadn't considered the fact that Jim might want to penetrate me.

"And Jim is going to love the way you look. I can't wait to see his expression. 

I panicked. "You're not going to make me wear this while he's here!"

"Oh yes, sweetie. This is your coming-out party. Today there will be no subtlety. You will be in a dress with full make-up. Which reminds me, we must do your nails. I intend to present you to our guests as a sissy, nothing more, nothing less."

"Oh, Susie. Please don't do this to me. What if they laugh at me, what if Jim laughs at me?"

"I don't think you have to worry about that. I assure you, after I finish with you this morning, he'll find you irresistible. But you're going to have to trust me." 

I didn't respond, but I was quietly sobbing. "Go ahead, sweetie, get it out of your system. Tears will change nothing and I don't want tears to ruin your make-up."

She then had me stand and model my new device. It wasn't uncomfortable and I could see that I would have to sit to pee, but otherwise it was not much of an inconvenience. "Wait right there, I have just the thing to set it off," she said. She exited the room briefly and returned with a strip of pink ribbon, which she tied around my scrotum and penis, tying a pretty bow to sit on top of the chastity ring. I actually liked it since it added a definite feminine touch.

Later that morning I was sitting at the vanity while Susie gave me a full manicure.  She did my feet too, said she wanted me to look perfect for Jim. Hot pink was her choice of color, it made me look so feminine. My fingers and toes looked so sexy, I felt so girly. Then she did my face doing my eyes in deep lavender shades and darkened my eyelashes with mascara and black eyeliner. My eyes sparkled!  She fussed a little gel in my hair and finally applied a shimmering deep pink lipstick and a wet coat of glitter pink lip gloss. My little penis felt odd in its pink plastic cage but it made me feel special.  

Susie picked out a simple cream colored spaghetti strap sun dress and decided that with my chastity cage on I would not need to wear panties, though deep down inside I really wanted to wear some, that pair of silky pink bikini panties she had me masterbate in for her when she made me tell her how Jim's cock made me feel.  Susie and I were nearly the same shoe size, she thought I would look fabulous in high heels.  Susie got me the pair of silver rhinestone strappy high heel sandals I loved seeing her in.  I wobbled around the room but got a little steady and it felt amazing to be walking in heels.  My pink toes looked stunning in the high heels, I felt like a queen. And suddenly I was complete and looked at myself in the mirror. Except for a flat chest, I saw a beautiful young women in a sexy dress. A young women who was in the prime of her sexual life and was advertizing her availability.  I was floating.

"You don't think this is too much?" I asked Susie, "are you sure he won't think I am gay?"

"Don't be silly. Jim is going to love it. Now, sit over there while I get ready. They're due here any minute."

Susie put on her usual skimpy pink and yellow string bikini and thin faded denim blouse. "Wait up here until I tell you to come down." With that she went down to prepare the refreshments.  

Minutes later I heard Marjory and Jim arrive. There was an extended moment of silence, which I knew meant that Susie and Marjory were having an elaborate greeting kiss. Then some talking and then I heard Susie walk to the bottom of the stairs and call for me to come down. I was shaking I was so nervous but also very, very excited. 

As I approached the entry hall, I could hear Susie preparing them for my entrance. Their backs were to me listening to Susie, who was looking in my direction. As the high heels clicked across the floor Marjory and Jim heard me as I entered; Susie looked up and smiled. "Here she is now."

I was taken aback by her referring to me as "she" but that was quickly forgotten when I saw the looks of approval on Marjory and Jim's face.

"Come here and let me look at you," squealed Marjory. "You are absolutely beautiful," and kissed me on the cheek. "Don't you think so, Jim?"

"Yes, I do. I really do. Jon, you look amazing. I never imagined you would take it this far; but I love it. Maybe I could get that greeting kiss from my lady?"

I was timid in response; bashful, actually. He took a step toward me and reached out a hand and raised my chin up till we were looking each other in our eyes. I could tell that he meant the compliment; I could tell that he was genuinely attracted to me. My makeup was perfect, stunning, sexy.

"You do look amazing," he whispered again huskily as he leaned down and gently kissed my lips. It took my breath away. He was so wonderful. I knew that Susie had made the right decision for me. All I wanted to do was be everything that Jim wanted. I waited breathlessly for a second kiss and when it finally landed I melted into his arms. I was so happy, except that my response was creating sexual difficulties. I wanted to become erect but the cage was preventing any growth. It was becoming painful as Jim explored my mouth and let his hand drift down my back to my butt and fondle my ass through the thin material of the dress. God I wanted to rub against him but I didn't dare for fear of revealing my chastity cage. I brushed my hand against his cock and could tell he was hard.

"I bet Jon is feeling some discomfort right about now," commented Susie.

"What do you mean?" asked Marjory.

"You'll see shortly. OK, break it up you two love birds. Let's all go out to the pool and relax."

When we got to the pool and all had sat down, the conversation turned to me and my appearance. Jim kept staring at me while Marjory was pestering me about my make-up and such. Being there in a dress, makeup and high heels I was intoxicated with this new aspect of my sexuality.  I was not exactly sure what I was feeling, I know Susie and I had ascertained that neither Jim or I were gay, but at that moment I knew that I really was gay, that I wanted Jim as my lover more than anything.

Finally Susie asserted that the no trunks rule was still in effect and that Jim and I had to disrobe from the waist down if we were going to stay out there. Jim quickly jumped up and took off his shirt and trunks. I noticed that he had a partial erection.

All three then looked at me. "Well?" said Marjory. "Your turn."

Inside my mind was panicking. I had passed the first appearance test; the second might be more difficult.  Maybe they would think the pink chastity cage was just a quirky treatment for the day; it seemed to me that it was the ultimate demonstration of my emasculation by Susie. 

"Jon, take off your dress sweetie and show them." commanded Susie.

Facing away from all three I timidly slipped the straps of the dress off my shoulders and then let it slide down to the ground.

"Turn around Sweetie so we can all see."

I turned and faced all three, feeling more than humiliated and embarrassed. I was clearly emasculated by my wife, stripped of all traces of masculinity. I stood before them with my smallish penis encased in a pink chastity cage, topped by a cute pink ribbon. 

"Jon has become a sissy for you Jim, you should be his husband, rather than he as mine." teased Susie. "Isn't she adorable?"

"You are, Jon. And with that thing on your penis, you have no reason not to think, act and perform as a anything other than as a girl. Just lovely. What do you think, Jim" Marjory cooed. 

"Amazing! I think I'm in love," Jim gushed, enthralled by my transformation. 

"I have the key here, I'll give it to you Jim" Susie said as she slipped the thin chain holding the key to the pink chastity device around Jim's neck. "There. You can now be Jon's keeper."

Truth be known, standing there in high heels, toes and fingers glittery pink, fabulous makeup, the wonderful taste of lipstick on my lips, naked save for the pink chastity cage, I was losing my inhibition and was loving it showing off for the two women and especially Jim. Never had I contemplated being gay but the way I felt now I knew I certainly was.  I raised both arms above my head to show off my naked body and reveal that I was smooth and hairless, even my underarms were shaved smooth.  Jim's cock was nearly erect as he admired me.

"Let's have a toast to the new Jon." responded Marjory. We all grabbed our glass and drank up.

Even as I was feeling a little more relaxed, I then realized I was standing there in front of all three as if I were on display. Jim was next to his wife, who was next to Susie. Suddenly I was alone and afraid. I was not used to being the center of attention; and certainly not comfortable with my pink chastity cage and pink ribbon. I was blushing and looked away, covering my groin with my hands. Suddenly I felt a sense of shame at my appearance, at what I had become. 

"Look at us, sweetie," commanded Susie. I looked up but kept my hands in front of my penis.

"Take your hands away," ordered Susie. "You have nothing to be ashamed of; this is the choice you made. It's the choice that we both wanted. I want to say in front of our friends that I encouraged Jon in this and have no regrets. Jon, you were my husband, now you are a sissy and should become Jim's wife."

Tears welled up in my eyes, I fought them back to not ruin my makeup. I looked at Jim; he smiled. "Don't cry, Jon," said Susie. "I've known all along that this was what you really are inside; I'm just so proud of you for accepting your femininity. You make a much better sissy than you do a man. Don't you agree, Jim?"

Jim looked at Marjory, almost asking for approval to speak. She nodded slightly. Then Jim walked over to me and took my hands. "I think you are very lovely. Look what you do to me." 

I looked down and Jim was fully erect. I looked up and our eyes met. An understanding was exchanged and then he kissed me gently. I wrapped my hand onto his hard cock and tugged on it as we kissed. It took all I had inside me to not drop to my knees right then and there and engulf Jim's big hard cock in my mouth in front of everyone. Having the girls watch us kiss and have me unabashedly jack on Jim's hard cock as we kissed excited me beyond belief, it made my little penis ache as it strained against the confines of its pink plastic cage. When he broke the kiss our wives were beaming.

"Susie and I are going back to our new home together," Marjory announced as I stood there holding Jim's hand. "We know you two should be alone together now here in your new home."

With that, hand in hand our two wives left and Jim and I were finally alone together.  Jim took my hand and led me into the house my heels clicking across the floor and me all but naked, through the kitchen and upstairs to the bedroom I once shared with Susie. Now I would share the bed with Jim as his lover, his partner, perhaps even as his wife.  None of that mattered now, with Susie and Marjory thankfully out of the house I could be alone with Jim without the chiding, snipping, emasculation I had endured up to this point.  The emasculation did not bother me anymore, it made me feel alive to be openly feminine for Jim.

When he closed the door behind us we kissed passionately as I melted in his arms, "I've wanted you for so long," he told me. I swooned as his hot breath and soft words touched my ears and his face nuzzled my neck. "Marjory was always such a bitch to me.  I never had any joy in our marriage till you and Susie came into our lives."  

What he would tell me later was the few times he made love to Marjory he fantasized about making love to me, it was the only way he could ever climax thinking about being gay with me. And I would reveal as well to him all the times I masturbated in front of Susie telling her about my desires for him and how excited it got me thinking about his cock. 

What Susie was not aware of was that after she along with Marjory encouraged my romantic infatuation with Jim and encouraged me to masturbate in front of her as she increased her emasculation of me I would sneak a pair of her panties and masturbate in them fantasizing about being Jim's lover. I always tingled with the naughtiness of sneaking her panties, they always felt so good on my little penis me dreaming of being alone and naked with Jim. I masturbated to some mind bending orgasms dreaming of this day.  Now it was a reality, dreams do come true.

Standing there with Jim naked and hard and me nearly naked save for the high heels and the pink chastity cage it was perhaps the most exciting sexual moment of my life.  I pulled on his massive hard cock as we kissed, it felt so good to be alone with Jim and be able to touch it freely without Susie or Marjory telling us the "stop and break it up." Jim's hands roamed all over my smooth naked body caressing my ass, squeezing it, groping it and then slipping a finger between the cheeks fingering my tight bung hole.  We fell slowly onto the bed together as our passions heated and our desire for each other exploded.  

Gasping for breath we nuzzled, kissed like hungry animals and ran our hands all over each others bodies.  I played with his incredibly hard cock the whole time he fingered my bung hole, it was driving me crazy it felt so good.  Finally I could not stand it anymore and slid down engulfing cock in my mouth again, this time not having to try and hide it from Susie and Marjory, finally able to suck Jim's cock with the ardor it so richly deserved. His cock smelled divine, so manly and musky, the pheromones of his masculinity driving me wild with its scent and taste.

"Oh yes Babe, suck my cock," Jim encouraged me. "Such a pretty little cocksucker. Margie has nothing on you, she hates cock."

"Mmmmmmmffffffhhh," was all I could reply, nodding my head in the affirmative, not wanting his cock to leave my mouth.

"Oh. Fuck. Yes," Jim exclaimed as I made love to his cock with my mouth.

It was heavenly. I felt like I was as I should be - completely feminine and subservient to an alpha male. Jim was magnificent in all respects, but more-so with his wonderfully large penis. At that moment I knew I loved being a sissy, I loved Jim, and I loved Jim's penis. His erection was stronger than I could remember. My erection ached against its pink cage with sticky pre-cum leaking out the slit.  Nothing compared to the pleasure I felt in servicing Jim.

Jim pulled me up into his arms as we kissed madly again. I jacked on his cock as he fingered my "pussy" again.

"I want you inside me," I whispered as his finger probed deeper. He kissed me harder.

I fumbled through the drawer next to the bed for some lube I knew Susie used for her dildos.  Jim then did something very strange but something I admit that it turned me on very much; he stuck his middle finger that he was finger fucking my ass with and made me sniff it. I thought I would faint it turned me on so much. Didn't smell like poop, more of just an earthly hormone scent. Soon with his middle finger well lubed he was fingering me deeper and deeper as I jacked on his cock.  Then pulling it out he lubed his cock as I spread my legs for him.  I was on my back as he was whispering "You are so hot.  I've wanted to fuck you since our first kiss."

Jim pushed the head of his magnificent cock poking it at my tight hole. He then humped it in a little bit.

"Oh, that feels wonderful, ouch, oh, oh, please go slow. Oh it hurts." A burst of pain went through my body. "Go slow," I whimpered. Jim did not withdraw.

"You make me so hard," he said as he pushed it in a little deeper.

"Oh, oh, you're so big. You're too big. Please."

"Shhhhh," he said as he kissed me open mouth with hunger and lust. He slid it in more.

"Yes, yes, ooh it hurts. I can't take anymore." It did hurt. It felt painful and yet wonderful at the same time.

"Shhhhh. Its ok, you're doing fine," as he leaned down and kissed me deeply again and thrust into me slowly. 

"Ouch, Yes, yes. Oh Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I exasperated as he continued to hump his cock into me in probing thrusts.

He slid in deeper and kissed me again. "How does it feel? You OK?" I bit my lip and nodded yes. He had stopped and took the key on the chain off his neck and unlocked my pink cock cage.  "We can lock you up later, I want to see you cum."

As he humped me slowly and deeper he played with my little penis.  It flopped around half limp at first then the more he played with it the harder I got. It was sticky with clear pre-cum. Before completing the final push he kissed me again, deeply, and then pushed the remainder in. I could feel his groin fully against mine; I could feel his scrotum against my butt cheeks. And slowly the pain subsided and it felt heavenly, like I had waited all my life for this moment. With his cock all the way deep up into me I knew how a woman felt getting fucked. He held it in at full depth, our eyes locked as well. 

And then he pulled it back, nearly exiting, and humped it in fully. It nearly took my breath away. I put one hand on the back of his neck and the other around his midriff holding on to my handsome lover for dear life as he butt fucked his feminine sissy lover, consummating all our kissing each other through the courtship our wives had staged for us . "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.  Make me cum. Oh fuck I love you Jim."

And he did. He began working his erection like a magic wand, humping me like a beast, his cock thrusting to apply pressure throughout my anus. My penis no longer strained against its cage. It was free now and as hard as it ever had been and I had never had so much sexual pleasure. My whole body, not just my penis, was in ecstasy.  Delirious with pleasure and desire I whimpered, writhed around and moaned as he fucked my ass pussy.

He was now pounding hard and fast. I could tell he was nearing climax and I began to work in rhythm with his strokes. He kissed me hard and deep and then drove in hard; he held it there and I felt the explosion of fluid throb out of his beautiful cock  inside me. I was so happy. I had caused him to have an orgasm, inside me, he filled me with his seed. He got an erection because of me and he climaxed because of me. He had marked me, he now owned me, I was his forever.

He collapsed on me and our heavy breathing was in unison. His penis stayed hard for the longest time before it subsided, but he kept it in me. I kissed him on his cheek, and whispered "Oh my I love you, I can't believe we are finally alone together."

As I ran my fingers over his cheek, he said "I've dreamed about this day since our first kiss."

He took my hand and kissed my fingers, admiring the pink nail polish.  "Did you do this for me?"

"I did it all for you, Jim. My life changed with that first kiss. I don't want it to change back. I love you Jim."

"I love you too, can I call you Misty?" I almost cried when he asked that and I kissed my handsome lover., nodding Yes! Yes! Yes!  With that Jim pawed my hard little penis.

Jim was fascinated with my penis, while nearly half the size of his manly beast, he would tell me how he loved to play with it.  I humped it into his hand delirious with arousal and his seed dripping out of my ass.

"Oh fuck I love you! You make me feel so good! I love being your girl. You make me feel so gay, I don't care what anyone thinks I want to make you happy."  I went on and on.

His manly hand on my hard little peeny was driving me crazy, Susie did not like to touch it and always made me masturbate in front of her as she coaxed me to want Jim. And now we were finally alone together. It did not take long for me to cum as many long ropes of sperm shot out of my dick all over my smooth belly and Jim's hand. We smiled at each other and kissed softly.  Jim then lifted his cum coated hand to my face.  Playfully I licked the cum off his hand as the scent of cum was everywhere.  He scooped up a big gob of cum and brought it to my lips and I licked it up.  Jim pressed his lips on mine as we had a sweet spermy kiss.  In a sweet silly fashion Jim had soon fed me all the cum off my belly and his hand.  My little penis ached in post orgasmic bliss as we cuddled and nuzzled telling each other of our love for one another.

After the longest time of caressing, kissing and loving I got up and peed (sitting down of course as Susie has encouraged me to), Jim did too when I got back to the bedroom.  I was still in heels! It felt so right, I felt girly and feminine and more than a little slutty walking around in them which made me tingle!  Figuring I should get dressed I was going to go fetch the sundress, but thought maybe to look in the closet for something of Susie's to wear.  In two big laundry baskets on the floor were lingerie, panties and bras in one and dresses and girl clothes in the other, all Susie's clothing she was donating to me with a note and a smiley face on top saying "All for you Jon, love Susie."  I fished out of this new treasure trove a silky, stretchy pair of pink panties put them on and traipsed down in my high heels to fetch the sundress and Jim's shorts we had left by the pool. Putting back on the sexy thin sundress felt amazing, especially with me now in silky pink panties.  It was stimulating to walk back in the house in the high heels wearing the skimpy dress, I was smitten. Just the way my pink toes showed through the strappy silver high heel sandals and the way the silky panties brushed my butt against the dress as I walked made me intoxicated by my newly acquired femininity.

When I returned to the bedroom with Jim's shirt and shorts he broke out in a big grin as I handed him his clothes. Dropping them on the floor Jim pulled me close by the waist and kissed me forcefully as we embraced. His hand reached under my dress grabbed my ass, groping my pantie clad little tushie. I felt his erection begin to return as he kissed me like it was the first time.  What was even better was that Jim was naked and there were no wives around telling us to stop, though by now it was apparent that their insistence on us kissing was their own ploy to be with each other, not their husbands.  No matter now as I pulled on Jim's hard cock as we renewed our romancing, both of us feeling like teenagers alone finally with the parents gone for the day.  We were kissing and nuzzling our faces together, breathing heavy as we groped each other's bodies.  Jim's penis was hard as stone and I loved making it that way, feeling the warm tacky flesh in my hand as I jacked on it.  

Truly this what Susie had encouraged as she emasculated me and led me down this path of having us kiss in front of them, having Jim swim naked together with me in front of the girls, having me shave my penis and shave my legs for Jim, making me wear her woman's bikini swim bottoms, subtly putting me in more and more makeup and lipstick to feminize me and entice Jim, finally to this day when she put me in a dress with painted toes and nails and high heels and make up to finally seal the deal, end all pretenses and make me Jim's feminine lover. The time I sucked Jim off in the pool while Susie watched the whole thing was until today one of the magic moments in the changes my sexuality had gone through.  

Sex with Susie was always an anxiety laden chore, even before she feminized me for Jim she was always in charge and truthfully not very sexual with me nor that interested in sex.  In many ways she had feminized me by the way she talked to me and about me to people in public most of the time with me right there listening.  She would withhold sex from me for weeks or longer often finally just giving me a hand job to make the issue 'go away', though since she did not really like to touch my penis she encouraged me to masterbate in front of her for me to reveal my sexual feelings about Jim.  The few times we did have intercourse it almost seemed like she wanted me to "hurry it up" to get it over with.  I never felt desired in any manner sexually with her.  

With Jim I felt alive sexually, just the excitement of being desired, someone who wanted me intimately and romantically, someone with whom sex was magical and erotic, fun, exciting.  Being the feminine partner to a handsome hung man took me to places I could never imagine. I did not care that this was a homosexual relationship, it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me in my life.  Susie and Marjory must have known the effect of men kissing other men has; many men dabble in bisexual activities but men who actively enjoy kissing another man are more than likely to be gay, as are men who dress and act feminine when they have sex with other men.

I dropped down in front of him and took his very erect penis in my mouth. It had been perhaps 40 minutes since Jim climaxed inside me. Now he was rock hard again, WOW! Rubbing my face all over it the scent and sensation of his manhood intoxicated me. I had come to realize that Jim's cock excited me sexually more than anything I felt being with Susie.  She had intentionally downplayed the aspect of me and Jim being gay throughout all of of this perhaps not to scare me away from it, but really, being in a dress, panties, high heels, painted toes and makeup here I was kissing, licking and sucking a hard cock, these are not things heterosexual men do with each other.  None of that bothered me now, I relished everything I was feeling and everything I had become, embracing this exciting sexuality as Jim's wonderful cock filled my mouth. 

In classic cock sucking form I held onto his legs as I bobbed his cock in and out of my mouth.  My own little peenie was erect in the silky pink panties I had on as the thin straps of the dress hung on my shoulders. Jim's cock tasted so good as its massive girth filled my mouth.  I knew being a cock sucking sissy was my calling, it was thrilling to accept that I was gay, a cock hungry sissy fag if you will, nothing had ever excited me more.  Mashing his hard cock against my face the scent drove me wild as my licking his balls drove him wild.  We were both very happy to have the girls out of the picture so we could be alone together like this without hiding our affection for each other and being told to stop.

"Don't stop Misty," Jim moaned. "I love the way you suck my cock!"

"I love your cock Sweetie," I told him. "I love being your girl."

"Oh yeah babe! Such a pretty girl. Such a pretty little cocksucker. Oh. Fuck. Yes!" he went on. "Don't stop! Marjory never sucked cock."

He held my head in his hands forcing his cock into my mouth in a manner made his cock feel the best to him.  My mouth was so full of cock, I wanted to please him.  Every thrust he made I tried to take it a little deeper.  The day I sucked his cock for the very first time out in the pool he told me gagging is a sign of love, a sign of submitting to him.  I wanted to make him happy, to please him by pleasuring his cock.  It was wonderful taking his cock deeper and deeper in my mouth, every thrust was easier and easier going down.  Finally I was able to do it! Took his whole cock down my throat!  My lips touched his groin and his scrotum. I held as long as I could, it was awesome.

"Pffffffhhhhhh," I had to pull off a minute to catch my breath.

Looking up at him with bleary eyes and saliva covering my face, I renewed my cock sucking, the taste and sensation of penis in my mouth was wonderful.  Since I first sucked off Jim that day at the pool with Susie observing our homosexual attraction to each other I had longed to get Jim's hard cock back in my mouth.  Our sexual activity picked up a rhythm, me bobbing my mouth over his hard cock as Jim thrust it forward.  After many long minutes of making love to his cock with my mouth Jim grabbed his cock and started jacking off towards my face and lips.  As if in slow motion his warm semen spurt out of his cock in powerful squirts, some across my nose and cheeks into my pretty made eyes and face, some into my mouth, some even up into my nostrils!  

The wonderful tangy stench and aroma cum permeated my being as I hungrily tried to lap up his seed ejaculating at my face.  My own little penis ached in the pink panies as my mouth returned his cock to it as Jim moaned in ecstasy.  Discovering at that moment was that as wonderful as cock tastes sucking on it, it will always taste incredible after it has ejaculated into your mouth with the sweet taste of cum and the masculine pheromones of cock releasing their scent.  

After quite some time of me voraciously cleaning his cock and gobbling up cum Jim couldn't stand the tingling of his spent penis on my lips anymore and he pulled me up.  Letting my dress fall to the floor I felt so sexy and slutty standing there in high  heels and panties, my pink toes sparkling and bright. We kissed a ravenous hungry gay cummy kiss.  Breaking the kiss I took my aching little penis in my hand, the pink nails of my fingers looking stunning and feminine.  With the silky pink panties hugging my shaved balls and I jacked fiercly on it, I still had cum still all over my face.  In horny little blasts I painted Jim's still half hard cock with my cummies as we both watched in amazement.  When the last squirts dribbled out we looked into each others eyes in absolute love for each other.  Jim grabbed me in a wild embrace and flung me back onto the bed. We rolled around kissing and nuzzling all sticky from the cummies I had just deposited onto my handsome lover. 

And so we finally were able to consummate our attraction to each other, finally able to be lovers after the many weeks leading up to this under the prodding and guidance of our two wives.  It was a pretty seamless transition, I became Jim's sissy wife as he moved in with me and Susie went to live with Marjory.  Jim convinced me to quit my job, he made great money, I could stay home and make myself pretty for him and take care of the house.  In a span of a few short weeks my life had changed completely, from a pussy whipped, unhappy, sex starved, unmanly husband of a closet lesbian to a stunning feminine sex toy and hottie sissy wife of a hung stud. Jim had a voracious sexual appetite and rarely did we have sex less than 2 times a day many times 3 or 4 times on the weekends.  

In the months leading up to our romance and togetherness it was Marjory on her end learning something that led her to conspire with Susie to bring us together.  Like Susie with me, Marjory was not all that interested in sex with Jim.  His powerful libido and relentless sex drive frustrated him no end and he released his frustrations through masturbation and porn.  One night Jim had had a bit too much to drink and fell asleep on the couch with his laptop open to many tabs of porn.  Marjory happened upon it and was more than a little shocked.  The content of the porn was a bit surprising and amusing to her - it was many pages of porn pics and stories of gay crossdressers, fem bois, traps and shemales.  It was from there during the re-ignition of her romance with Susie that together they formulated a plan to feminize me to become Jim's lover. 

Once the plan got rolling it was Susie that made me masturbate myself in front of her egging me on to want Jim. Marjory then let on to Jim she discovered what type of porn he was masturbating to.  She began encouraging him to want me by jacking him off as they perused Jim's gay porn together.  She would tell him things like "wouldn't it be nice if we made Jon pretty for you like these sexy boys" as she masturbated him and "I bet we could get Jon to suck your cock, just leave it up to Susie and me."

Jim's sexual appetite was off the charts with me once we were finally together. It was one thing to have Marjory jack him off to many mind blowing orgasms fantasizing about me being his crossdressing lover but it was many times better having me actually in his arms having his way with me.  Once we we were finally together it seemed like Jim's cock was always hard!  And the copious amounts of semen his cock ejaculated on me, in my mouth and ass pussy was something to behold!  Being fem and naked for him as his "wife" with his cock deep up my butt humping and thrusting as he kisses me madly turned me into a cock hungry little bitch.  I was still in shock over the remarkable turn of events and how gay I felt being fem and fawning over his luscious cock.  

Honestly I never looked back, I was so unhappy and sexually frustrated with Susie, I loved her dearly but subconsciously it was her femininity that I identified with more than anything.  She tapped into that and being the girl in my relationship with Jim I wouldn't change a thing, it's just too exciting being like this.  Like sitting on the couch with him, me dressed in girly shorts and a blouse, his arm around me, my head on his shoulder watching a movie as I coyly paw at his cock then sweetly give him head as we sit there.  Or being out by the pool in a skimpy blue and pink bandeau bikini getting tan lines to make my little "titties" look white and supple for my handsome hubby. I do so much to stay in shape, work out all day, stay shaved, feminine and soft for him. I even did erotic kinky things like getting my nipples pierced, my ears too and now a super sexy belly ring.  Its kinda kinky too with the chastity cage, Jim likes to play with my little penis and see me squirt but he keeps me locked up when he's at work so I won't get tempted and "play" with myself.

Susie knew, Marjory knew, even I'm sure Jim knew but I had no idea that a "harmless favor" like a sweet tender kiss between friends would lead me to such a dramatic change in my life to become the sexy "wife" of a handsome man.