I woke the next morning and checked the house before leaving for work. I made sure everything was in its place. I hoped my wife would be home tonight and I didn’t want any problems. Jack called me about 10:30 and said, “you’ve got e mail”, and hung up.
I opened the mail and saw 2 pictures of me dressed in female clothes; the poses Jack had put me in last night. The e-mail read, be at the adult bookstore on 6th street at 12:00. Wear only running shorts. Damn, Jack was playing this game right up until Cindy was due home. One last time, I thought to myself.
I got a lot of looks as I walked into the bookstore. It was lunchtime and crowded with men from all lines of work. From the truck driver to the salesman, construction workers to executives. Jack walked up to me and said, “Follow me.”
We walked to the back and into the video arcade area. The hall, with booths on either side, was lined with men, all of them staring at me. Jack walked into a booth about half way down the hall and leaving the door opened, told me to undress. As I handed him the shorts and he gave me instructions, “I’m going in the next booth and I have some friends with me, you suck every cock that comes through that hole. And leave this door unlocked.”
With that, he walked out, holding my shorts and closed the door. I was left standing naked until the first dick came through the hole. It was a long, thick, and hard, black cock. I sat on the little bench and started licking the head, then sucked it into my mouth. About 3 minutes later it erupted and shot loads of hot sticky cum into my mouth. Jack walked in and told me to swallow every drop I was given. He then told me to stand up and suck. I was bent over at the waist when a white smaller and not as thick cock came through the hole. As I started to suck it, Jack grabbed my balls and told me to spread my legs and stay that way.
Jack was in and out of that booth; I could just imagine him out in the hall lining up men for a blowjob. When he was in the booth, he was squeezing my balls, rubbing my cock, and sticking his finger in my ass. His way of concreting the fact that I was his and he could do whatever he wanted. I was in that booth and that position for over an hour, I lost count of how many cocks I had sucked after 12. All sizes, shapes, and colors poked through that hole and came in my mouth.
Jack finally said, “Stand up bitch.” and we left the booth. As Jack walked me down the hall, still naked and still lined with men, I was jeered, called names, complimented, grabbed, and pinched. As we approached the opening to the main store, Jack turned and threw my shorts at me and said, “Do not touch your little dick without asking me first” and he walked away.
Jack stopped and in front of all those men whose cocks I had just sucked said, “Wear a pair of Cindy’s pink panties the rest of the day.” I started to protest and decided it would do no good. I dressed and got out of there as fast as I could.
As I drove to my office I contemplated my situation. What had started as a simple blowjob to keep my family intact had turned into me being a common whore. A gay whore at that. I was devastated and humiliated and to make matters worse, my cock was still hard. How could this behavior excite me? What was happening to me?
I called Cindy again and got her voice mail. I wished she would call me and let me know what time she’d be home. The afternoon dragged on, memories of hard cocks in my mouth and Jack’s finger in my ass would not leave my brain. I wanted to jack off but was worried that somehow Jack would find out. The drive home was even worse; I still didn’t know what Cindy’s plans were or when she’d be home. I thought about stopping for a few drinks but decided against it. In my mental condition I’d probably get drunk and end up in jail.
I noticed Jack’s car in his driveway and hoped he would leave me alone. I entered the house and got the shock of my life, my knees went weak and I was close to passing out. There on my couch was Cindy and right next to her was Jack.
“Hello Mike,” damn, her voice sounded so sweet and she looked as beautiful as ever. I started towards her for a hug and kiss but she put up her hand for me to stop. I stopped but my heart almost did too. Cindy pointed to a manila envelope on the coffee table and said, “Open it.”
I knew what was in it immediately. “Open it,” she said again. There were 12 pictures of me, all 8X10 color and very clear.
“Cindy, I can explain,” I pleaded.
“Don’t Mike, I can see for myself. I want you to pack a suitcase and leave.”
“Please baby, can’t we talk about this. Alone. What the fuck is he doing here anyway. This is all his fault.”
“Go pack,” was all she said.
“Please Cindy, I can explain, I’ll make it up to you, please baby,” I was all but crying. I had done all those things to save her embarrassment.
