Cindy had been spot-on correct when she told me I'd become addicted to dick. By that she meant that once I experienced the joys of being fucked, I'd want more of it.
Two weeks after I lost my virginity, I'd given up all pretenses of trying to be a man. Harry or as she is called by Big Mike and his friends, Harriet has made love to me 5 more times. The more times he had his dick in my boi pussy, the more I wanted it. And since he no longer has access to his wife's pussy, the more he shoves his dick in me, the more he wants it. So far, it's working out perfectly.
Getting alone time wasn't too difficult. Whenever Big Mike summoned our wives leaving Harry and I alone, we would sneak over to one of our homes and do the deed. We probably should have asked Big Mike for permission since we need his permission for almost everything else. But Harriet and I figured that Big Mike has our wives to fuck, why would he care if Harriet and I had sex?
I mean let's face it. Even before Big Mike came along and showed me what I was meant to be, Cindy's and my love life wasn't all that and a bag of chips. She was never satisfied with my efforts regardless of how hard I tried. Simply put, I was ill equipped to fuck her. My little penis was good for nothing more than relieving myself and masturbating.
When Big Mike challenged me, daring me not to take his prodigious cock between my lips, I took him up on his dare. Most psychologists would say that I had some deep-seated desire to suck cocks. Perhaps they'd be right. I know without a doubt that I never felt more alive, more appreciated then when I'm hearing Big Mike, and Harry for that matter grunting and groaning just before they take a grip of my long hair and fuck their sperm down my throat as they curse me and call me vile names in the throes of passion.
Where I failed my wife, I succeed with men, real men..... and Harriet. I can give them explosive orgasms, something which I could never do for Cindy.
I'll always be indebted to Big Mike for showing me my true path. Yes, he is crude. Yes, he can be quite the condescending asshole. He has a cruel side that he seldom hides. I have come to not only accept those qualities about Big Mike, but to appreciate them. Those are the qualities of a real man.
Big Mike has an innate ability to spot weakness in others and the wisdom use those weaknesses for his purposes, his personal gain. It's not criminal, nor is it evil. Big Mike saw that I had real talent as a cock sucker and let those interested see it for themselves. by recording my submission to his big cock and selling DVDs of that event after first live streaming my surrender, Big Mike has made a ton of money.
That worked so well that when Harriet asked if he could fuck me, Big Mike saw that as an opportunity for him to earn even more.
I understand that many, if not most people would cringe knowing their sex acts would be captured and put online for all to see. This is where Big Mike's ability to see in others what they themselves cannot. Doris, Cindy, Harriet, and I appear in a number of Big Mike's DVDs which he sells online and distributes at pornography stores.
There is a quid pro quo to his entrepreneurship. We have free access to his big cock and he gets paid by others. It's genius in its simplicity.
Confident, prideful, harsh, demanding, and threatening. Big Mike is all of those and more and I find myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
I am one of the several wives married to his cock, although our marriage will never truly be consummated. Big Mike would never ever stoop so low as to fuck a sissy. My mouth is the only orifice I have that my cock husband will ever penetrate. Big Mike fucks pussy, married pussy while turning husbands into the cock sucking cuckolds they were born to be.
Big Mike had stripped away the veneer of masculinity from Harriet, me, and other husbands. Our pride and sense of dignity has vanished and performing live, in front of others became the norm.
Greeting my cock husband by speaking directly to Big Mike's cock and kissing it while his friends watched thoroughly amused became easy. Slavishly begging to suck his cock while being recorded in the act was acceptable as long as I was permitted to make love to my cock husband.
It is who he is.
And it is who I am.
The number of people who paid to watch me suck my first cock was only a couple thousand. That number has been shattered by the number of DVDs Big Mike has distributed around not only our town but those nearby. I had no idea that cock sucker DVDs were in such high demand.
The sudden notoriety I received caused me to quit my job. I was too much of a distraction to my co-workers. I took a very early retirement using the perk stock holdings I had in the firm where I used to work to fund our lives; Mine and Cindy's.
Around town people would point or whisper when they saw us together or even alone. I felt like aa celebrity.
Some people might think that Cindy would have moved in with Big Mike, leaving me for his cock. Let me put those thoughts to rest. Big Mike has a lot of women he fucks and sends home well satisfied. He would rather not have a house filed with horny bitches all vying for his time and energy. He has the best of all worlds when he merely has to summon one wayward wife or two or their husbands to assist him in emptying his balls and make a new movie to sell.
Until I'm called upon to visit my cock husband, I wait and groom myself always at the ready.
Grooming is essential for Big Mike's whores; women and sissies alike. We are to be clean shaven at all times, a task I loathe.
So it came to be that Harriet and I would shave each other. Big Mike thought it was a great idea because it left more time for him to tend to pussy rather than the homos, he was so proud of creating.
Harriet and I had completely devoted ourselves to dressing sexy at all times. Yes, Big Mike insisted on that but it wasn't just because he had decreed that we do it. Harriet and I love our new lives. We have an intimacy that had been missing in our marriages. I think everyone needs close physical contact with others and that's what Big Mike gave Harriet and I.
It is not uncommon for Harriet to arrive at my home wearing some slutty outfit and make-up. Always the lady, Harriet knows how to dress for success.
He would find me waiting for him, me lounging in panties, sheer dressing gown, and furry mules. More often than not, When I would be on my knees shaving Harriet, his dick would somehow find its way into my mouth. Sometimes he'd want to cum in my mouth, other times he'd take me and toss me onto my bed and fuck me. Either way, I was always eager to please my new friend.
