I was inspired to write this story after some correspondence with CDCindy, a beautifully spirited cross-dresser. Thank you Cindy.
An old poem reads: "Yesterday upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today. Oh, how I wish he'd go away."
I too met a man who wasn't there. This is his story.
I entered the dark confines of a K Street bar. It was empty except for the bartender and a woman sitting in the corner of the L shaped bar.
I ordered a double whiskey neat and toasted my divorce which was final today. My wife and little J O E had gone away. That old Tammy Wynette song played over and over in my brain, adjusted for my particular situation.
I lifted my glass and looked into the mirror behind the bar. "Cheers mother fuckers," I said toasting my wife and her fuck buddy she left me for.
"You're too sweet, too soft johnnie. I need a man. I need a real man to make me feel like a real woman." Those were her parting words as she packed her suit cases preparing to leave.
I was watching and crying at the same time. "Can you get that,?" Cindy asked hearing the doorbell.
I sulked my way downstairs and opened the door. It was Joe, my wife's lover.
He pushed past me asking if she was ready.
"She's packing," I said quietly hating myself for acknowledging him at all.
Joe has been my friend since high school. Now 15 years later he was taking my wife away from me.
It was my fault. I was to blame for this turn of events. Knowing that Cindy was not pleased with our sex life and in an effort to sooth her anger over my performance issues, I introduced Joe to my wife and invited him to fuck her. "Help me out man. Cindy needs a cock and I have a dick."
They fucked alright. Joe was well equipped and had the stamina I lacked. I admired his cocksmanship and the way he could handle my wife. He was dominant where I was passive. He took control where I needed to be told what to do. He fucked where I made or rather tried to make love.
As Cindy and Joe became more familiar with each other, they began to be more assertive towards me.
I fell easily into the role of their submissive. I felt no sexual arousal in that role, however. I only felt the pressure to make sure they were both happy. After all, Joe was performing a service for me and I loved my wife.
The degradation and humiliation they showered down was gradual and snuck up on me.
It began slowly with Joe telling me to remove my wife's clothes and when he would ask why I was stripping her, he insisted I tell them both that "so you can fuck her because you have a superior cock." That became a ritual which he insisted upon every time he visited. After the first few times, reciting that became easy for me.
He'd then insist that I remove his clothing, taking care to hang up his pants and shirts, and fold his underwear. Again, the first couple times my wife would giggle. But like all things, the more you do it the easier it becomes.
Then he decided that I should be naked when watching them have sex. Okay. Fair enough. Cindy felt it a wonderful idea that I should be naked when Joe arrived, greeting him at the door unclothed. This was their way of humiliating me, allowing my little pink boner to be seen as evidence of my lack of manhood.
Of course, I allowed them that. It soon became the norm that Cindy would insist that I be nude when at home regardless of whether Joe was expected or not. Often times Cindy would ridicule my dick telling me it was no more than a dust flap for my hidden pussy and other crap like that.
To my watching them in the nude they added clean-up duties with both enjoying watching me slurp his cum from her cunt.
Clean-up quickly included my licking Joe's cock of their residual fluids after they fucked. That soon turned into a pre-fuck duty where I acted as Joe's fluffer.
Much to my surprise I learned that I enjoyed sucking his cock. What began as a humiliating task became ritual cock worship for me. Joe did, indeed, have a superior cock.
Fluffing turned into blow jobs on demand and that was the last straw for my wife.
She was unable to accept the fact that she was married to a whimp; a cock sucking cuckold as Joe described me.
So yeah, while she packed her things, he had me get him a drink as he waited for my wife. I handed him the glass of 18 year old Scotch he had me keep on hand for his visits.
If that wasn't degrading enough, me fetching him a drink as my wife packed to leave with him, Joe opened his trousers and freed his prodigious cock.
By the time Cindy was finished with her packing, she found me naked as usual, on my knees, giving Joe one last blow job. "Be ready in a sec baby," he said to her. "I want to give my old pal one more taste of a man's cum."
My ears burned hot hearing him say that to her but it did not stop me from drawing out my last belly full of his seed. Truth be told, I was going to miss taming that beast of a cock.
Boom. 1, 2, 3. He came, they left, I cried.
Now 6 months later, the divorce final, I was drinking away my sorrows. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I ordered another.
Suddenly there was movement beside me. The woman who had been drinking in the corner sat on the stool beside me. "You going to be okay," she asked.
I nodded a sipped my second double.
"Want to tell me your problems? It helps sometimes."
I started to explain why I was feeling the way I was when she suggested we move to a quiet table.
It was there that I told her of my divorce. I told her the betrayal of my friend and admitted that it was all my fault.
I was on my third double when she coaxed it all out of me; the blow jobs and everything.
By the time I'd finished my tale of woe, I was crying again.
She reached across the table and took my hand in hers and held it. "Go head and cry. Get it out. Get it all out and then forget that bitch."
"Thank you," I sniffed. "Thanks for understanding and listening."
"What's your name,?" she asked
"Johnnie."
"I'm Cindy," she smiled. "Good to make your acquaintance johnnie."
"It's a small world Cindy. Cindy is my ex's name."
"Please don't hold that against me johnnie," she laughed.
I laughed with her.
The last few months had been lonely. Sure, there were visits by Joe and Cindy when they'd use me and my bed. But one evening a month after she'd moved out and they "visited" for his blow job and her douche, I suggested they leave $20.00 on the night stand. That was the last time I saw them. Guess they were insulted. I'm certain they were thinking they were doing me a favor by literally rubbing my face in their duplicity.
Sitting there with Cindy made me feel better. That she hadn't been scared away after I told her what I'd been doing with Joe and Cindy made me feel thankful for her company. "Have you eaten,?" I asked.
We walked to the Metro and rode over to Arlington where, in another episode of it's a small world, she and I both had homes. We ate at the Silver Diner and Cindy had me drinking coffee to sober up.
I noticed in the light that she had hands somewhat larger than most women. And although she was pretty, there was something different about her. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but there was definitely something different.
We finished our meal and walked outside. "Got to get up early tomorrow johnnie. See you again?"
"How about we meet here Friday after work, say 7 and go somewhere else for diner. Have you eaten at the Pines of Florence in the Ballston Commons?"
"Love to," she smiled. Then Cindy kissed quickly on the cheek. "Friday johnnie," she said walking away.
I watched her admiring her nice round bottom.
With a much lighter heart, I walked the 6 blocks to my house just off Military Road.
One more drink and I hit the sack excited about Friday.
I was waiting for Cindy and checking my watch saw that she was now 15 minutes late. "How long before I give up?" I wondered.
