While we were talking a very handsome man, about 6' 2'', Short beard and blue eyes that matched his blue shirt walked up to us and introduced himself as Phil. Harry looked up and shook his hand, but Phil didn't let go right away making it a little awkward, maybe he was establishing dominance. Harry didn't say much but Phil and I had been talking as if Harry was not there. Phil asked if Harry was participating in the party theme. I informed him that he was, but Harry was a new, reluctant bottom needing a firm guide. My god he was handsome, I felt jealous of Harry, I would have fucked Phil at the drop of a hat. Phil was polite with the conversation and asked me what I wanted for Harry. I told him Harry needed a crash course in being a faggot, and that he had him all night if he wanted. Phil leaned in close to Harry, ordering a new round of drinks. This is where Phil, had placed an arm around Harry like they were old friends. Or on a date, claiming what is his. Harry had been quiet this whole time, shock? But as he looked up into Phil's eyes, Phil kissed Harry! Not just a kiss, but full-on tongue. Harry was in shock and didn't resist. This was my cue to leave. I saw that a few women were leaving or had already left as the men were pairing up for the night's events.
All the women were headed to the Spa, for a ladies' party. Here we would be able to watch our men turn into the gay faggots they were meant to be. There must have been about thirty women there, all talking about themselves and where they are from. It was an open bar so quite a few were getting tipsy. Our host began the evening by introducing himself and the staff, informing us of the CCTV cameras recording all the night's events. Prizes are given for certain acts that the men will be involved in. Several cameras were showing the bar and the men talking and dancing. I saw Harry dancing with Phil like a good girl. Just then the host spoke up saying we have a winner! On the screen was a dark view of outside, as the picture cleared and focused, we could see a man, a Top, standing with his head back. Then as the camera panned down we could see someone else, kneeling, giving a blowjob! One of the wives said, " That's my husband"! Everyone cheered and the wife was given a one hundred dollar gift card to the resort for having the first husband turned at the party.
We watched as the bar began to empty as the men were headed into a new world. We have another winner! Yelled the host, for the first open public gay act! The camera was in an elevator with what looked like four people. A couple were watching two men who were making out like high schoolers. Oh my god, it was Harry! I was awarded a gift card too. I could get used to this. As the night went on we saw things a wife probably should not see. But we were here to change our men, so watched we did. The CCTV was even in the rooms, we were informed that a lady's privacy was always number one at GMR, unless otherwise notified. There was a short view of what looked like Harry on his back with his legs up and getting fucked. The look of pure bliss was on his face. I knew he was a closet bitch. Phil had asked if I wanted a recording of Harry's deflowering, and I said yes, that would be so hot. I can't wait to see it.
I noticed that as the night wore on some of the women were getting horny. I was not sure if it was the live sex on screen, or the booze, or both, but some were flirting, kissing and some were leaving together. It was getting late and I was tired so I started to head back to my room. The resort was quiet and a lot of lights were still on. I could not sleep well, I was a little worried about Harry. Come morning, I texted Harry to see if he was OK, and wanted to eat breakfast. I wanted to hear all about his night.
We met at the restaurant for breakfast. When Harry went to kiss me, I pulled back, saying not now cock breath. Surprisingly, Harry openly told me how things went and that he had no idea what an experience it would be. While he talked, my phone buzzed, it was Phil with a video file attached. This is where I had enough, I stood up, grabbed Harry's hand, and dragged him to our room. I threw him on the bed and again I rode his face to an amazing orgasm. I now knew I wasn't going to fuck Harry all weekend, I needed him horny, and as long as he kept his tongue free I was good. After I came, we took a shower and a nap, I told Harry to use the new soap but to be careful not to get any in his hair. When he came to bed he was completely hairless from the neck down. Perfect for a sissy faggot.
10
After we woke from our nap I got dressed and told Harry the next four hours were his, and that I was going to the spa to get a massage. As I was headed out the door he asked where his swim trunks were. I replied that he needed to wear the new pink Speedo or go naked, faggots don't wear trunks. He blushed a little, and with a smile, I left.
I went to the spa for my massage, and after I sat around watching the TV screens. Sure enough, down on the beach, I saw Harry talking with two guys all wearing pink skimpy swimwear. It appeared that they were headed back to the resort. Soon I saw a scene where Harry was getting a blowjob while that guy was being fucked from behind. Then I heard one of the ladies say she thought that was her husband Brian getting fucked. And then another said her husband was the one doing the fucking. I introduced myself as the third wife of this trio. As we watched these three men we loved have gay sex, I had a great idea. I invited the other wives and men to have dinner with us and not tell the husbands. They loved the idea of surprising them that we know what fags they are.
Jane, Bill's wife asked us if we had ever heard of the Stud package. I missed this one but apparently, you can have a stud come to you and take care of your needs. Lorie, Brian's wife, bashfully said she was in, and I did too, I never thought I would have sex with another man, but I was now getting wet and horny. I made the dinner reservations, and Jane made the stud call. Jane also told us that their room was a party room, set up with not one, but three queen size beds.
As we talked and got to know each other, we noticed our husbands were done. I was amazed at how fast these men were changing. They were being driven by an unknown urge or need, to have sex with a man. We ladies started heading back to our rooms to get ready for dinner. When I arrived back to our room, I found Harry looking out the window, most likely looking for his next cock, but it had started to rain, and no one was outside. I told him to shower and get ready for dinner. While Harry was showering a delivery of new clothes arrived. I laid out a pair of red thong panties, a pair of white linen pants that would show the thong very nicely, and a new loose shirt that had no upper buttons forcing him to show some chest and lack of hair. Harry complained at first about the outfit, but he complied and I even think he liked it.
We arrived at the restaurant, and I was informed that our parties had already arrived. I told Harry that I had met some ladies at the spa. Once at the table, three men were sitting, with their backs to us. As they stood upon my arrival, the look on Harry's face was priceless. All three men went pale and were frozen in place. Introductions were made, and I told Harry to sit down. The conversation was plain and boring. Harry noticed that the men had received different menus than the ladies, Theirs was mostly light food, salads, and fish. The men were served their spiked juices as we drank wine. I told Harry he had the right menu and didn't argue. During dinner, I could see that Harry was lost in thought, I reached over to feel his cock, and sure enough, it was as hard as can be, he just blushed and pushed my hand away. For dessert, the men were served a very nice cream tart Ala mode. I looked at Harry and softly said "Enjoy your Cream... Tart" I think he got my meaning.
