My wife did take me shopping for a new "sexy-wife wardrobe". I now owned two dozen different style and color panties. I have a few leotards that have thong bottoms. I am to wear one when doing chores at Big Mike's. I also have a broad assortment of women's clothing I wear when Big Mike tells me.
Big Mike introduced me to the love of cock, his cock to be specific. Wearing panties and other items of feminine attire when I'm with him makes perfect sense to me. Big Mike is a man, all man. "Real men do not suck cocks, johnnie," he explained to me as Cindy and I slobbered over his big cock. "You are a little cock sucker, a panty wearing homo and I think it only appropriate that as one of the wives to my cock, you dress sexy for date nights."
I couldn't agree more. Although I am uncomfortable wearing stirrup pants and blouses and mini-skirts and hose when visiting my husband and Big Mike, only because he sometimes insists we got out in public. But in the end, it's worth the humiliating stares I get holding his and Cindy's hands when we walk through a mall or enter a restaurant. It's worth it because I get to participate.
To watch he and my wife fuck is to be awe struck. There's no love making, no tenderness, and not much fore-play unless you count Big Mike sitting there getting his cock sucked by Cindy and me as fore-play. It is raw, impassionate, pure fornication driven by animalistic lust. Cin needs what he has and Big Mike wants what she can provide; a cock hungry place to empty his balls... and a sissy husband to clean up the cum.
Although it's been 6 months since I first delivered Cindy to Big Mike, I will never forget that first time I was permitted to witness their coupling. I almost wept with joy watching Big Mike take my wife places I never could. The many orgasms she had made me understand her instinctual need for a big cock.
Watching them also helped me to understand my role, my place in life. I determined that it was necessary for me to serve Big Mike and hopefully one day. I might be able to have him appreciate me for what I have to offer.
There comes a time in a person's life where a chain of events and destiny join forces to course correct the direction of one's life. Sucking Big Mike was that course correction for me.
Some might have had their egos bruised and battered when surrendering his wife to another; one more intelligent, well endowed, and with an innate understanding of others. Big Mike understood me. I was fortunate that destiny had led me to him. He may be crude and brash but there can be no denying Big Mike's intuition. He knew instinctively what I was, what I was capable of, and what talents lay undiscovered within me.
Big Mike shaped me, molded me you could say, into the cock sucking faggot he calls me. With his guidance and insistence I flourished, I grew, I gained confidence as the effeminate cock sucker I was meant to be.
Did I have a latent desire to become a cock sucker. I don't think so. Was I born to suck cocks? Maybe. Maybe not. The thought of kneeling in front of a large man and taking his penis in my mouth never occurred to me; not before Big Mike fed me that first taste of what life could be like for me. It wasn't so much that he fucked my face, he didn't. I worked for that first load of sperm. Big Mike sat like a king on his throne accepting the worship of a loyal subject and in that moment I knew who I was.
Nothing mattered more to me than pleasing Big Mike.
I knew I had succeeded in gaining Big Mike's trust when he allowed me to lay under the rutting pair and lick his balls until he filled my wife's cunt with his spunk. And he further included me when I was allowed to clean them both after their marathon fuck sessions.
It was a surprise to Big Mike, Cindy, and even myself when after observing another amazing fuck session I pledged to them both that I would abstain from having anything other than oral sex with my wife. They were happy to see I had so quickly accepted my inferiority and desire to pleasure a real man such is Big Mike.
Both Cindy and Big Mike have cultivated the submissive in me. I have blossomed into what Big Mike calls the perfect sissy.
But Big Mike has more than Cindy and I to help him empty his balls. He is also fucking Doris who is married to Harry, the guy I saw fleeing Big Mike's that fateful day when I learned who and what I really am. And like me, Harry is also wedded to Big Mike's cock.
At first there was some jealousy over which one of us, Harry or me would take Big Mike's cock in our mouth. The same went for Doris and Cindy. Both women did their best to be Big Mike's favorite slut. But the more I was around Harry, the more he and I became close. And it was obvious that our rivalries pleased Big Mike.
Like me, Harry had also committed himself to oral sex only with his wife. Like me, he had pledged his loyalty to Big Mike.
The first time Harry and I "got together" was a night that Big Mike sent for the four of us.
I had by then grown my hair extremely long and was wearing touches of make-up with Cindy's assistance in the proper application.
My wife held my hand as we walked the couple blocks to Big Mike's. "You look beautiful," she assured me. The transparent white harem pants billowed in the night breeze. The black bikini panties I was wearing contrasted with my pale skin. My top was a delicate purple vest with pink piping on the edges. It had no buttons so that my bare tummy showed but it did cover my nipples. Big Mike had my wife embroider on the back, "Beta Cuck", which she did in pink cursive. On my feet I had on my pink silk slippers and on my left ankle was Big Mike's gift to me. A sterling silver ankle bracelet with "cock sucker" spelled out in the links. I wear it with pride that Big Mike thought so highly of me as to present me with my most treasured piece of jewelry.
My hair was pulled back into a pony tail and Cin teased me saying I looked like Barbara Eden, that woman who played "I Dream of Jeanie".
Cindy was wearing a very short skirt, no panties as Big Mike forbade his women to wear. Her top was a sheer red blouse and no bra. Again, Big Mike had decided that his women should be unrestrained. The stiletto heels she wore had her towering over me and I'm sure we looked like a mother holding her daughter's hand as we made our way to Big Mike's.
I was fixing drinks and snacks when Doris and Harry arrived. I knew they were coming, Big Mike told me that it was time for me to share my gifts, to blossom like the flower I am and share pollen with others like me. I had no idea what he meant but I had learned never to question Big Mike.
When Harry joined me in the kitchen, we shared our feelings about exposing our lives to others. Like me, Harry was dressed as a wife to Big Mike's cock. The pink hot pants and crop top T-shirt he wore gave him an innocent appearance. His hair was well coiffed into a cute page boy style. The dark eye liner and mascara he wore gave him a sort of Goth and vulnerable look at the same time. His plump full lips were decidedly kissable and he confided in me that he had lip enhancement treatments.
By the time we returned to Big Mike and our wives, the three of them were naked.
Our wives hung on either side of Big Mike on the love seat. Both had their hands on his cock.
"Ladies," Big Mike said quieting the room. "Don't you think it's rude that my cock's wives haven't shown it the proper respect?"
By now it was routine. I went and knelt in front of Big Mike. Taking his cock in my hand, I heard the women giggle as I spoke directly to my cock husband. "Hello husband of mine," I began. "It's so very nice to see you again." Then I kissed and licked the broad head.
Rising, I watched as Harry took my place and greeted his cock husband like I did.
Satisfied, Big Mike went back to kissing Doris and Cindy as he toyed with their breasts.
"What should we have our cock suckers do to entertain us,?" Big Mike asked the women.
"I want to see them suck each other," Doris spoke up first.
