Robin arrived home from work about 5:30 on Thursday, he still felt a little apprehensive about what happened Tuesday night with his sissy friend Patty, and he hoped he might get to talk about it with his wife Morgan. He really enjoyed wearing the corduroy skirt outfit she bought for him, and he loved being a sissy whore for his wife and Patrick, her "boyfriend". The sex was fantastic and Morgan shocked him by getting into the whole scene to the degree that she did. However, when she brought up the subject of him being a cuckold, it bothered him.

He didn't mind his new friend Patty acting like Morgan's boyfriend, in fact he loved being a sissy whore for his big dick, but there was no way he was ever going to watch another guy fuck his wife. It was one thing to watch Patrick making out with Morgan and feeling up her tits, he didn't even think it would bother him to watch Patty lick her pussy when he was dressed in drag, but when it came to his wife fucking another guy, or even sucking his dick, that was off limits, and from previous conversations he thought she felt the same way.

Because of their busy Wednesday schedules they didn't get a chance to discuss it yesterday, but with it being a quiet night tonight he hoped to bring up the subject, he also hoped that if things went well they might have sex. Even though he had reservations about the cuckold thing he still got very excited every time he thought about Tuesday night, and since he wasn't allowed to masturbate without Morgan's permission, he'd had a boner for the last two days. He even caught himself staring at the new guy in his office a few times during the day. The guy was young, maybe nineteen, a little wimpy, and he had on a nice pair of wide-wale corduroy dress trousers.

Before having sex with Patrick in his corduroy man-pants the other night, Robin rarely ogled another guy with lust, unless of course the guy was in full drag. However, with his constant boner he found himself fantasizing about unzipping the kid's pants and sucking him off right in front of his co-worker Alice. She was much older, kind of a tough broad and she frequently wore corduroy pants. The idea of her making fun of him while he sucked the kid's cock was very exciting. He'd fantasized about her bending him over his desk and fucking him with a strap-on many times, but that's a story for another day.

Morgan was in the kitchen making dinner, her beautiful red hair was tied up and she donned a pair of tight corduroy jeans with a black tank top that barely covered her tits. The jeans were a royal-blue mid-wale fabric that had a wonderful corduroy feel, and Robin loved them. For obvious reasons they were referred to as her boner jeans. As she stood in front of the stove she hummed loudly and wiggled her ass to a song playing in her head, and she looked sexy as all hell. His heart raced a little as he approached her, and after hugging her from behind she put down the spoon, turned around and greeted him with a big smile. She then kissed him passionately and he liked the idea she was in such a good mood.

They had a nice dinner, although he had a hard time concentrating on his food with her tits hanging halfway out of her top. Her attire excited him so much that he even fantasized about her pulling out one of her boobies and squeezing out a stream of milk all over his dinner.

God, he needed to get his rocks off or he'd lose his mind completely.

After dinner she gave him a sexy smile. "Go put on something girly Robin, I want to have a little fun with my sissy husband, I think your orange skirt outfit would look nice tonight."

The outfit was actually a three piece corduroy skirt-suit with a vest and jacket. The fabric was a very soft wide-wale and he not only loved wearing it but enjoyed jerking off with it as well. It was one of his favorites. As he dressed he added his black bra, large breastforms and a black long sleeve rib-knit top. He was of two minds, one was very excited and wondered what she had in mind for him, but the other really wanted to talk about the cuckold thing.

When he finished dressing he met her in the living room and she put on the same DVD they were watching with Patrick Tuesday night. They spent a little while on the sofa having drinks and watching the videos. During the first one, the one with a Mistress raping her fag, she told him he was a pathetic sissy and discussed different ways she was going to make him be a bitch for her boyfriend in the future. She not only seemed perfectly comfortable insulting him but she seemed to be really enjoying herself as well, and even though he liked the humiliation it concerned him a little. When the second video came on, the one about the cuckold husband, she started making comments about how much she wanted a cuck of her own, and she informed him that the following night she was going to have one. When they reached the part where the husband was sucking the wife's boyfriend he completely shut down, and after a minute she sensed it.

"What's the matter fag, don't you wish you could suck her boyfriend's dick too?"

He looked down at his lap and didn't answer.

"Alright Robin, what's going on? I thought we were going to have a fun night together. What seems to be the problem sissyboy?"

He sighed deeply and pointed at the TV. "That's the problem Morgan."

She gave him a look of both puzzlement and annoyance. "Stop playing games Robin, what's this all about?"

She backed up a little on the sofa and turned to face him more directly. He kept his eyes in his lap. "I heard you and Patrick talking about the cuckold thing, you were telling him how much you liked the idea and wanted to try it with him."

"Yeah, OK, I do like the idea, and so does he. So what's the problem?"

"Morgan, I told you when we started I wasn't going to share your pussy, and you said you didn't want that either, but obviously you've changed your mind, and I can't live with that."

He finally looked at her and saw the confusion on her face.

"What the fuck are you..."

Her face changed completely, as if she suddenly realized what he was talking about. She shut her eyes and slowly shook her head. "You stupid little bitch."

That wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, and her quick change of demeanor confused him.

"So that's what this is all about sissyboy? You think I want to make you be my cuck and watch Patrick fuck me? She sighed deeply and calmed herself.

"Well you do, don't you?"

"You know what Robin, I should make you do it just for putting me through all of that. But no sissyboy, that's not what I want."

"I heard you two talking about it Morgan."

She looked him in the eye. "Yes Robin, we did discuss doing it tomorrow night, and do you know what the last thing I said to him before he left was?"

He said nothing.

"I told him I would get him a nice sissy corduroy outfit, because I wanted my cuck to be a pretty little bitch for my husband."

He opened his mouth to respond but suddenly stopped. He lowered his eyes, his face turned red and a feeling of stupidity engulfed him.

"That's right you dumb little sissy, I want Patty to be a cuck for me and my husband."

In his defense he wanted to point out that by definition a cuckold was a husband, but even he wasn't that stupid.

She took a sip of her drink. "Do you now understand Robin?"

"So you don't want him to fuck you?"

"No robin, I already told you that, and if you can't trust me then maybe we should stop all this shit right now."

In reality, by then she had no intentions of stopping their games, but it sounded good.

"I'm sorry Morgan, I do trust you. It's just that sometimes Patty's big dick makes me jealous. Can you please forgive me dear, can we just move on?"

She sighed, moved closer and wrapped her arms around him. Putting her face right in front of his she smirked.

"You're such an idiot, but you're my little idiot" She then kissed him passionately.

When the kiss ended she kept her face close and grabbed one of his tits.

"Just remember Robin, you may be my little sissy bitch tonight but tomorrow night I want you to be my husband, a real man, so make sure you do your best to fake it."

She chuckled and his face again turned beet red. "I am a man Morgan, stop it."

"Oh really Princess? Well it's pretty hard to make that argument when you're wearing a skirt and titties." She chuckled again.

He looked annoyed.

"OK, OK, I'm sorry. But I'm serious Robin, no sissy stuff when Patty's here tomorrow, got it?"

He nodded.

"Patrick did a good job acting like a man the other night, in fact I think he really enjoyed making you be his bitch, and I want you to do the same for him tomorrow night. Besides, every woman likes to see her man act like he's got a pair of balls once in a while. I think watching you make a sissy little queer be your bitch would be a lot of fun, it might even turn me on a little. You do want to make me happy, don't you Robin?

He made eye contact. "Yes Miss Morgan, you know I do."

Part of him was dying to dress up girly and have a night of sissy fun with Patty the fag, but he knew that wouldn't happen unless he entertained his wife first. They began making out like teenagers and she treated him like a sissy bitch for the rest of the night, she even fucked his ass with a strap-on. By the end of the evening they were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day each of them went about their business but both were preoccupied with thoughts of Patty, albeit for different reasons. Even though she got a big thrill groping Patrick in his man clothes, Morgan liked the idea of playing games with Patty in full drag, the perverseness was very exciting. She also made her mind up that she was going to jerk off his big dick this time. She was really looking forward to making him squirt. Robin was also looking forward to seeing Patty dressed girly, especially in front of his wife, somehow he thought Patty's fagginess would validate his own. He also felt a little strange about Patty watching him fuck Morgan, although he wasn't exactly sure why.

He arrived home at his normal time and Morgan already had dinner prepared. She greeted him with a big kiss, looked rather excited and they had a nice dinner together. After cleaning up she made them both a drink and they went in the bedroom to get ready. She apparently had been busy that day because there were two outfits neatly laid out on the bed, one for her and one for him.

"I decided the night would start with us both being naked, so strip Robin, right now."

She started, and he obeyed. A minute later they were both standing completely naked, and robin's boner made it quite obvious he liked the way things were going. She stepped forward, playfully slapped it a few times and chuckled.

"My my, it's rock hard dear. Tell me hubby, is this boner because my naked body is turning you on, or is it because of the corduroy outfits on the bed?"

He sighed deeply, looked at the ceiling and said nothing. He wondered if she was going to be busting his balls for the rest of the evening.

"Well hubby which is it? Or wait, are you thinking about your sissy boyfriend in his corduroy girly clothes?"

The smile on her face made it quite obvious she enjoyed herself immensely. "Come on hubby: pretty wife, corduroy, or queer boyfriend in drag. Which is it?"

He finally lowered his eyes to hers. "All three Morgan, what can I say?"

"Right answer Robin, any other would've been a lie."

She leaned over and gave his mushroom a kiss. "Alright hubby let's get dressed, the night is officially starting, time for us to share a sissy fag in corduroy drag."

Her words made him so excited he could barely think straight, and he dressed quickly. First he put on the plain white t-shirt, then donned the light brown mid-wale corduroy vest he'd never seen before. It didn't look new. In fact it looked well-worn and he wondered where it came from, but he wisely decided not to question anything and buttoned it up. There was no underwear, so he put on the copper brown corduroy dress trousers, they were very soft, wide-wale and he knew them well, they were his. Last to go on were the one-inch thick brown belt and his suede moccasins. The outfit was a mish-mash of guy clothes: dress pants, casual vest, t-shirt and moccasins, but this was no fashion show and he loved that she was dressing him in corduroy.

She on the other hand, looked well-coordinated and very beautiful. She was wearing a tan wide-wale corduroy shirt dress with a dark brown leopard print. It was high-waisted with long sleeves and she had them rolled up to the middle of her forearms. The dress was short, coming to about mid-thigh and buttoned all the way up the front. Robin had never seen it before either. Her legs were encased in a pair of tan pantyhose with the crotch cut out, he knew them well because he helped her do the cutting a few weeks earlier. On her feet she wore a pair of burnt orange mid-wale corduroy ankle boots with three-inch heels. When planning the night she definitely didn't scrimp on the corduroy, and he loved her for that. Her long red hair was hanging free and came down just below her tits. Completing the picture, her make-up was perfectly applied and she looked fucking gorgeous. There would be no doubt who the prettiest lady in the room was no matter what Patty was wearing, and he suddenly wondered if that was intentional.

After checking herself in the mirror one last time she turned to Robin and eyed him up and down for a few second, almost lecherously. "You look good hubby, come over here."

He took a sip of his drink, then stepped forward. She played around with his vest a bit, she even rubbed her cheek against it, then felt it up all over while telling him how much she liked it. The attention she showed the vest was very strange, but he kept quiet. Then she dropped her hand down and rubbed his corduroy bulge, which was very hard.

"Yes hubby, you look very sexy. If I didn't already have a sissy whore coming over to suck your cock, I just might do it myself."

She gently squeezed his bulge, winked and gave him a quick kiss. "Alright let's go dear, Patty should be here shortly."

She turned, grabbed her drink and let her hip sway as she walked out. He too grabbed his drink and followed like a puppy dog, staring at her ass the whole way. Once in the living room she put the video on again, and they sat on the sofa sipping their drinks while they waited for their playmate. Now that he knew he wasn't the cuck, he actually enjoyed the wife and cuckold video. A short while later the back doorbell rang and Morgan gave Robin's bulge a squeeze.

"Show time hubby. Remember, I want you acting a little macho for our fag, OK?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. She chuckled at his uneasiness and went to answer the door. He heard them exchange pleasantries, then heard her praise his outfit and tell him he was a pretty fag. A moment later they walked in the living room and she positioned him right in front of Robin.

Patty gave him a big smile, and Morgan said. "Patty, this is my husband, his name is Robin, but you will call him sir, got it you little wimp?"

Patty took a deep breath and Robin could tell he was soaking in the humiliation. "Yes Miss Morgan, I will call him sir."

"And hubby, this is my cuck for the evening, his name is Patty, he's Cindy's husband. Cindy trained him to service her boyfriend's dick and he watches them fuck all the time. She told me about him the other day, and when I told her it sounded like a lot of fun, she said I could borrow him for a night and try it out. She says he's a very good cocksucker. Is that right Patty?"

"Yes madam it is. May I speak?"

"Yes fag, go ahead."

"My wife requested that you refer to me as a "her", or a "she". She doesn't like me being referred to as a man when I'm dressed girly, she doesn't think I'm worthy of it."

"But she told me you have a rather large penis, so I don't understand."

"Yes Miss Morgan that's true, but to her I cease being a man the minute I put on a dress. That's why she insists I dress girly whenever her boyfriend is around."

Morgan smiled and shrugged. "Far be it from me to look a gift horse in the mouth, so "she" it is."

The whole conversation was obviously scripted and Robin was amazed by Morgan's ability to spin a yarn. Once again, he couldn't believe she was getting into things as much as she was. Robin couldn't keep his eyes off Patty, his girly attire wasn't what he was expecting, but he fell in love with it right away. He wore a matching skirt and blouse outfit done in a thick forest green wide-wale corduroy that looked very soft. The skirt was full, had two slash pockets, an elastic waist and came to about mid-calf. The blouse was a long sleeve pullover with elastic trim around the cuffs and waist. Both garments were plain with no detailing and looked a little boring. In fact the outfit looked rather frumpy and not particularly feminine or sexy, but seeing him wrapped in the plush fabric from head to toe gave Robin an instant boner. It looked like someone designed the outfit specifically to turn on a corduroy pervert, and if so, they succeeded. He wanted to rub his hard cock against every inch of pretty Patty.

He guessed when Morgan bought the outfit she decided to emphasize corduroy rather than femininity. It also crossed his mind that the outfit made Morgan's dress look much prettier by comparison, and he suspected that wasn't a coincidence. The blouse was filled out very nicely with a large pair of tits, and down below he had on a pair of light green stockings with red Mary Janes that gave the outfit a bit of a Christmassy look. He wore a shoulder length curly black wig that framed his face well, and his make-up was a little overdone. Apparently Patty enjoyed looking a little slutty. Even though the fabric was heavy and the skirt was loose fitting, his big dick still created a bulge, and both Robin and Morgan found that rather exciting. Patty and Robin maintained eye contact as Morgan set the stage, and the role reversal from Tuesday night made them both feel a little strange. Robin was a little jealous because Patty was getting to be the fag, but he understood that he had his turn last time.

"Well Robin, what do you think of Sally's cuck?"

He wasn't sure what to say and just looked at her. She gave him a slightly annoyed look and mouthed the words, "man up".

He got the message, looked Patty in the eye and started rubbing his cock. "I like your outfit bitch, you're a sexy fag, I hope you know how to worship a guy's dick."

He saw a little smile break across Patty's face. "Yes sir, I always keep my wife's boyfriend very happy, she doesn't like sucking cock so she makes me do it instead"

"Well you can suck my dick right now Tinkerbell."

"Alright boys, calm down, nobody sucks anything until I say so. Give me your purse Patty."

He handed her his shoulder bag and she put it on the table next to the chair. She then handed him their glasses and gave him their drink order. "Run along sissyboy and fix our drinks."

Sitting down next to Robin she patted his bulge. Good job hubby, if you keep acting like a real man you might actually have some fun tonight." The insult stung a little but his submissive side kind of enjoyed it, so he let it go.

She whispered. "You liked treating him like a bitch didn't you hubby? I saw it in your face."

He shrugged and nodded. He had to admit it did feel a little exciting, there was a certain satisfaction in dominating a guy with a lot bigger dick.

"Alright good, and remember, this night is more for Patty than it is for you. So for the rest of the night just keep acting like a man and following my lead. Got it Robin?"

He nodded, but looked a little disappointed. She Moved in close and put her finger under his chin, lifting his face to hers.
"Don't worry hubby, if you're a good boy for me tonight I just might start giving you some corduroy rewards, maybe even as soon as tomorrow. I bet you'd like that."

She was just about to kiss him, but he signaled her with his eyes that Patty was back and she turned to face him.

"Very good sissyboy, keep up the good work and I won't have to slap your sissy balls around in front of my husband. Cindy tells me that when she does that in front of her boyfriend you whine like a pathetic wimp. Is that true Patty?"

He looked surprised and gave her a small smile. "Um, Yes Ma'am, it's very humiliating."

She took the drinks. "Well look in the mirror Daisy May, you deserve whatever humiliation you get, now take a sip of your drink and put it on the table next to the chair."

A thrill went through him as he obeyed his boyfriend's wife, and he was beginning to really like their threesome arrangement. In addition, something about having a woman threaten his balls was extremely exciting, that never happened to him before. Part of him actually hoped she might do it. The look on his face and his submissive demeanor convinced Morgan to take a big chance.

"Alright sissyboy, kneel."

She pointed to the floor at her feet, then snuggled up next to Robin and gently patted his bulge with her free hand.

"Watch this hubby, I'm going to have a little fun."

She crossed one leg over the other which left her right foot in the air close to Patty. She then slowly wiggled it around and bounced it up and down very teasingly.

"Do you like my shoes Patty, my hubby thinks they're very sexy, what do you think sissyboy?"

Patty's eyes immediately locked on her boot and they both saw the lust in his face. "Um, they're very nice Miss Morgan. Yes, very nice, I like them a lot."

She lifted her foot, putting it just inches from his face. "Take a really good look sissyboy."

He did, and no matter how hard he tried to control himself his skirt gave away his secret. In a matter of seconds his boner acted like a tent pole, and with Patty's big dick and the loose-fitting skirt, it was a very obvious tent.

Morgan chuckled. "Oh look hubby, Patty the wimp has a boner, what do you suppose caused that?"

Apparently Patty didn't remember telling Robin about his love of lady's feet, and he had no idea how she knew, however by then it was obvious the cat was out of the bag.

"I'm not sure dear, but something tells me the pervert is horny for your feet."

His eyes remained locked on her foot, his breathing became labored and he licked his lips with lust. Morgan felt a little strange seeing a guy get a boner from looking at her foot, and in all honesty she wasn't sure what to do. She acted on an impulse and wasn't even sure his foot fetish was real when she started, so unlike everything else about the night she hadn't thought the whole thing through. She decided to wing it.

"Kiss it fag, kiss my boot."

She didn't have to say it twice, he gently cradled her foot in his hands and kissed it all over. She let him go for a minute or two and they both watched and sipped their drinks. It felt a little unnerving having her foot molested by a guy, and she grabbed her husband's corduroy bulge for security.

"You like my feet don't you Patty?"

He kept kissing. "Yes Miss Morgan, very much, may I please lick your boot?"

"Um, yes fag, go ahead."

He then proceeded to kiss, lick and worship her foot with the same enthusiasm as if he'd just won the lottery. Robin got turned on watching him lick her corduroy boot, that was something he enjoyed doing too, although he guessed his thrill was a little different than Patty's. Morgan soon realized she had no idea how to proceed, and decided to shut things down until she did.

"Alright sissyboy that's enough."

He gave her boot a few more kisses and obviously didn't want to stop, but he obeyed. She started lowering her foot, then got an idea. She poked his corduroy covered boner with it a few times. His eyes bulged and the lust in his face increased exponentially.

"If you behave yourself cuck, maybe a little later I'll let you worship my feet."

She pulled her foot away.

"Yes Miss Morgan, thank you, I'd like that very much."

It sounded very sincere and she liked that. She now knew how to control both her sissyboys and that filled her with pride. The feeling of Robin's hard corduroy bulge put her back on track.

"Oh my hubby, you're rock hard, did Cindy's little sissy give you this boner?"

"No Morgan, not hardly, I'm not a fucking queer. I'll rape the wimp if you want me to, but you pretty lady are the one making me horny."

She smiled, then leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Well that's very nice to hear Robin, no woman wants to find out she has a homo for a husband. However dear, I'm a little tired and need a rest."

Patty liked hearing Robin talk a little rough, after all he was dressed girly because he wanted to be a sissy slut.

"In the meantime maybe we should see if Cindy's right, let's see if her cuck is a good cocksucker like she said. Would you like that dear?"

"What? Wait a minute, you mean you really want to watch him suck my dick, are you serious Morgan?"

"Well hubby if he's going to be a cocksucker we need a cock for him to suck, and I'm fresh out. Besides, I thought I just heard you say you're not a queer, so I have nothing to worry about right Robin?"

She chuckled.

"Or will the two of you be going antique shopping when he's done; oh dear, you boys better hope Cindy's boyfriend doesn't get jealous."

She laughed out loud, then looked directly into Patty's eyes. He had a silly grin on his face and actually blushed, and that made her wonder if maybe he wasn't really a queer after all. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor between Robin's legs.

"Get over here cuck." Her tone was suddenly sharp. Robin spread his legs so Patty could position himself right in front of him, and Morgan started rubbing his bulge.

"You like sucking cock don't you bitch?"

Patty stared at Robin's trousers. "Actually Ma'am, I've only sucked one, her boyfriend's."

His ad-libbing surprised her, and she liked it. "So you've never sucked a dick before Cindy made you be her cuck?"

"No ma'am, I'm not a queer."

She chuckled. "That sounds pretty funny coming from the wimp in drag on his knees between another man's legs."

Patty feigned embarrassment and she liked his enthusiasm.

"Quite frankly wimp, I think you're full of shit, I think you love sucking cock. Cindy told me you even suck her boyfriend's dick when she's not around, she says he's got permission to cum in your mouth whenever he wants. Is that true Patty?"

"Yes Miss Morgan but I don't have any choice, if I don't she gets really mad."

"That's bullshit sissyboy, no real man would ever let a woman make him suck a dick, that's just a fucking excuse. No, I think you're a pathetic candy-ass. I think you love putting on a dress and being a whore for another man's dick, and we're going to find out right now."

She unzipped Robin's trousers and pulled his boner out through the zipper, then wiggled it around in front of Patty's face. She immediately saw the lust in his eyes.

"You want it Daisy May pantyboy, I know you do, you want to suck my husband's dick don't you? I bet you have a sissy boner under your skirt."

He nodded sheepishly. "Yes Ma'am, you're right, I do."

"I know you do you fucking cocksucker, don't ever try and lie to a lady, we know what you sissies want."

She humiliated him for several more minutes, even slapping his face with Robin's boner a few times like she did to Robin on Tuesday night, she apparently liked doing that. Robin enjoyed seeing a corduroy clad Patty on his knees getting ready to suck his dick, it was very exciting, especially when he looked so eager to do it. However, what really surprised him was how much he liked watching Morgan use his dick to humiliate someone else. It wasn't as exciting as being in Patty's place to be sure. After all he was getting the abuse Robin craved, but now that he was on the abuser's side for the first time he found that he liked it. Robin knew they were very similar in their sissy submissive ways, and it felt good to supply him with the humiliation they both loved. In addition, watching his wife playing the game so enthusiastically was a bit mind-boggling, she definitely wasn't doing this just for his benefit anymore, she liked what she was doing.

"Alright bitchboy, time to empty my man's ball sack, now get sucking."

She let go and Robin's hard boner slapped back against his belly. She then leaned back, ran her hand all around his corduroy vest and purred like a kitten. For some reason she really liked the vest and he wondered who it belonged to, but the tongue licking its way up his boner distracted his thoughts.

Patty spent a minute flicking his tongue around his lover's mushroom, and when Robin looked past his pretty dark wig, the sight of his wide-wale corduroy blouse was very exciting. In fact, even the bulge of his bra strap gave him a thrill. Patty pulled his boner straight up and slid his lips half way down, letting out a little purr of his own, and Robin sighed deeply in response.

Morgan liked that. "Oh I bet the cuck's mouth feels really good doesn't it hubby?"

"Yes Morgan, you have no idea."

"Maybe not, but I will lover, very soon."

Patty slid his lips up, swabbed his mushroom again for several seconds then plunged them back down, this time all the way. Robin Moaned and Patty immediately started bobbing his head up and down, stroking his boner with his lips. His enthusiasm caught Robin off guard and he guessed there wouldn't be much in the way of teasing, it appeared Patty wanted a mouthful of sperm right away. But that was OK with Robin, he knew he wouldn't last long anyway.

As he sucked Robin's cock, Patty started feeling up his corduroys. Robin had no idea if he liked the trousers or not, but he loved the feeling of having them groped all over. He doubted they turned him on and he suspected Patty was just trying to excite him, but whatever his reason was, Robin loved him for doing it. It gave him a thrill fantasizing that his cocksucker was getting turned on by his corduroy pants. Robin's moans must have excited Morgan, because she started feeling up his vest with more enthusiasm.

"That's a good girl Patty the cuck, suck my man's dick, don't make me give your sissy little balls a good hard slapping, you really don't want me giving your wife a bad report do you? She'll probably cut your little nuts off."

Robin guessed Patty didn't need the taunting, he seemed to be enjoying himself a great deal anyway, although he suspected Patty liked it, he knew he'd like hearing it if he were in his place. Patty's mouth felt wonderful, and the sight of his pretty face pressing into his corduroy pants each time his plump lips reached the bottom of his shaft drove him crazy with lust. One part of him loved the fact that the bitch's face was rubbing against his pants, and another part of him wanted to trade places so he could feel it himself. Patty occasionally stared him in the eye, he looked very sexy with a dick sticking out of his mouth. Robin suddenly got an urge to kiss him on the lips, he'd never done that with a guy before. There was no denying it anymore, he definitely felt an attraction to Patty. His dick spasmed and he gasped out loud, they all knew he'd be going over the edge very soon. Morgan moaned with anticipation and kissed his corduroy vest all over.

"Come on Robin, pump the wimp's mouth full of your cock cream, make my cuck be your bitch. Suck his dick fag, suck his dick you fucking little queer."

Patty eagerly obeyed and all the sensations surrounding Robin came crashing together. Patty's mouth, his hands on his corduroys, his pretty painted face and wig, the fact that he was dressed in corduroy girly clothes, it all turned him on like crazy. But the thing that excited him the most, the thing that put him over the edge, was the fact that his wife was watching a sissy suck his dick, and she was not only OK with it but taunting the bitch to do a good job. That was beyond exciting, that was fucking mind-boggling.

He wrapped his arm around Morgan and pulled her tight as he shouted out, "you fucking whore I'm coming, suck me bitch, suck me you pretty little slut."

Patty's mouth filled with warm creamy jizzum and it didn't seem to faze him in the least, he swallowed it quickly and continued to jerk Robin off with his lips.

"Yes hubby do it, feed the fag, fill his sissy belly with your jizzum. And just so you know cuck, I'm going to rape your ass with my dildo, you don't get to swallow my man's sperm for free."

Robin pumped Patty's mouth full again, then did so several more times and Patty's pretty lips never even broke stride, his cocksucking skills were obviously far superior to Robin's. After grunting out the last of his orgasm, he looked down and saw Morgan gently caressing Patty's hair as he continued to suck.

"Yes pretty Patty, drain my husband's ball sack and swallow every drop dear. You're such a good little cuck, I think Cindy's going to be very pleased with your behavior. Although, I must say, you're probably the sorriest excuse for a man I've ever seen in my life."

Robin relaxed his grip on Morgan and his body slumped back into the sofa, he felt like he was in a dream. Patty was still sucking on his shrinking penis, and his wife was treating him like her plaything, it was fucking surreal. Robin eventually closed his eyes and rested for a few minutes, and as he did, he listened to his wife order Patty around like her submissive slave. She told him to stop sucking and carefully put Robin's dick back in his pants, which he did. She then ordered him to move in front of her and kiss her feet. She knew that would give him a thrill and get his motor running, which it did indeed. Then after a minute she spread her legs and ordered him to lick her pussy.

That caught Robin's ear, and he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Patty's face staring between Morgan's legs, and he looked very nervous. She had her dress pulled up exposing her pussy, and once again her lack of modesty shocked Robin a bit.

"Go ahead sissyboy, you better make me feel good, just like you did my husband, Cindy tells me you're a pretty good pussy licker, so get to it bitch."

Her words caused a sudden pang of jealousy, but looking at Patty it faded quickly. How could he let a pathetic tinkerbell like Patty make him jealous, and how could he deny his wife pleasure after she just made the faggot suck his dick. He suddenly began to appreciate what his wife was doing for him. He wrapped his arm around her again and watched Patty lower his face to her pussy. She looked up with a shy smile and he kissed her passionately. The feeling of having two men's lips touching her simultaneously thrilled her to no end, she'd never felt that before. She moaned with pleasure, shoved her tongue in Robin's mouth and he responded by eagerly groping her tits.

Since he hadn't licked a pussy in a long time, Patty felt a little nervous, however Morgan's moans reassured him he still knew what he was doing. There was something very exciting about licking a woman's pussy with her husband sitting right next to her, and he fantasized about Robin getting pissed off and raping his ass in a jealous rage. He really enjoyed having fun with this married couple, they were very kinky and he liked that a lot.

After licking Morgan for twenty minutes Patty sensed she was getting close to the edge, so he focused on her clitty, and she responded right away. She broke her kiss and leaned back into the sofa next to Robin, then looking down she started gently stroking Patty's hair. Robin continued groping her tit while listening to Morgan moan with pleasure, and as he did he ogled his corduroy clad sissy lover with lust. The thought of fucking Patty as he licked his wife's pussy ran through his mind, along with several fantasies about shoving a baseball bat up the bitch's ass. He couldn't understand how she did it, but she managed to make him enjoy watching another guy lick her pussy, his wife was truly an amazing woman.

She suddenly arched her back, pushed her pussy into Patty's face and cried out as his tongue took her over the edge. Her hips began bucking wildly and Robin maintained control by grabbing both her tits and holding her down. His wife was having a very intense orgasm and he enjoyed watching her have it. For what felt like forever she enjoyed the feeling of being sexually molested by two men, she'd never felt anything like that before, and she loved it.

When her orgasm finally faded she slumped back into the sofa, closed her eyes and moaned weakly, she was totally spent and loved the feeling. Patty sat back on his heels, inhaled deeply and took a breather. When Robin saw his mouth and chin coated with his wife's juices he got a sudden urge to lick his face clean. Patty smiled at him, he felt good, both his lovers just came in his mouth and he felt like a well-used slut. He didn't know how Robin felt about what just happened but he didn't seem upset, so Patty didn't worry. Robin cradled Morgan in his arms, gently massaged her breasts and proceeded to rape Patty with his eyes. Even though he just came a little while ago Patty's corduroy outfit was making him very horny.

They all stayed like that for several minutes without a word being said, until Morgan opened her eyes and sat up. She took a deep breath, pulled down her dress, fixed her outfit and crossed her legs like a lady. Her two horny boys eyed each other and waited to see what she wanted next. She asked Robin for her cigarettes, and after lighting one she took a couple of drags and composed herself. She looked Patty straight in the eye.

"I see why Cindy keeps you around cuck, you're a pretty good pussy licker, now go sit in the chair and have your drink, trust me, you're going to need it."

She put on a new video that consisted of three different cuckold scenes and they spent the next hour and a half watching and resting. By then it had become pretty clear that the cuckold concept had thoroughly gripped Morgan, and provided Patty was being the cuck Robin liked it as well. They snuggled together on the couch and were both amused seeing the big tent in Patty's skirt, without being allowed to cum his horniness was obvious and understandable. However, with Morgan loving the role of Mistress Morgan more and more, she decided to tease him even more.

"If you'd like Patty the cuck, you can rub your sissy penis through your skirt. Actually, now that I think about it, I want you to. I want you to keep yourself nice and horny for your Mistress, but don't even think about ejaculating you little wimp. If you cum without permission I'll rip your little nuts off, and quite frankly I don't think Cindy will give a shit, she knows they're useless anyway. I mean it's not like you're a man."

Patty obeyed and started stroking his boner through his corduroy skirt, and that turned Robin on a lot. He saw the mixture of frustration and humiliation in Patty's face and knew the fag was loving every minute of it. When the videos were done Morgan gently massaged Robin's bulge.

"You know what dear, I feel like fucking. How about it hubby, do you want to fuck?"

Robin was puzzled, he didn't think she'd want to fuck so early in the evening, but watching Patty had him horny again so he was ready. "Sure honey, you know I'm always ready to fuck my beautiful bride, do you want to go in the bedroom or do it here."

She chuckled. "I really like hearing that my handsome husband, I do, but I meant fucking the fag. Right now I'm in the mood to fuck the bitch's tight little shitter, care to join me?"
Patty stopped playing with his boner and looked a bit shocked.

She patted Robin's bulge. "Come on hubby, let's fuck the cuck."

"Um, OK Morgan, yeah, I wouldn't mind if it's OK with you."

"Absolutely dear, I insist on it. In fact I want you to go first. I mean, no offense Robin, but my dildo's a lot bigger than your dick, so if you want his ass nice and tight you better go first."

The boys were once again astonished by Morgan's pragmatic attitude, and it made Patty a little nervous. It also turned him on like crazy.

"Alright everybody up."

They all stood.

"Kneel down and remove my husband's trousers, it's time for you to be his bitch, and trust me cuck, this will be the easy part."

Patty knelt in front of Robin and slowly stripped off his pants, and as he did Robin kept staring at his wife, he remained completely amazed. She then made Patty suck Robin's cock and beg her for a hard fucking, which he did very convincingly. As he did so Morgan neatly laid out Robin's corduroy trousers on the sofa, then stuffed them with a pillow and stuck a six-inch dildo out through the zipper. After she finished fussing with the pants she turned her attention back to Patty.

"Alright bitch that's enough, now grease up my man's dick."

She handed him a tube of KY jelly and a towel, and Patty did as instructed. The role reversal from Tuesday night made both Robin and Patty feel a little strange. Each was viewing the submissive act of greasing up another guy's dick from a different perspective, and even though the feeling of superiority was exciting, Robin preferred being in Patty's place. Patty looked up with a seductive smile and slowly started stroking his cock like he was going to jerk him off, but Morgan put a quick stop to it.

"Get your hand off his dick Patty, if you think you're going to masturbate your way out of a fucking you're sorely mistaken, now wipe your hands and assume the position."

He winked at Robin and started cleaning his hands.

"And don't be a dumb bimbo cuck, think about it. You won't be able to jerk off my dildo so it'd be in your best interest to have Robin's smaller dick loosen you up first."

Patty finished with the towel and gave Robin a mischievous smile. It suddenly became obvious to Robin that Patty never intended to jerk him off, he just wanted to coax a little nastiness out of Morgan. Based on his smile Robin knew Patty wanted it, and he guessed he wanted it a lot. During their encounters Patty had fucked Robin in the ass three times, and Robin hadn't fucked Patty at all. For some reason the subject never came up and Robin assumed Patty didn't want it. As usual when people assume things they end up being wrong, and this time was no different. Patty had also assumed incorrectly, he guessed if Robin wanted to fuck him he would've asked for it, none of his previous lovers were shy about wanting to fuck his ass. That's why Patty was very excited when Morgan decided to make him be Robin's bitch.

Patty turned to the sofa, noticed the way the trousers were arranged and knew right away what Morgan wanted. Even though he didn't have a corduroy fetish, the idea of being forced to worship another guy's pants while getting fucked seemed humiliating and very exciting.

He crawled over, kissed the dildo then rubbed his face against the trousers. That made Robin extremely horny and Morgan enjoyed seeing the submission too. She walked over and sat next to him on the sofa, then leaned forward and pulled his skirt up on his back, exposing his boy-pussy to Robin. The picture of his red and black garter belt holding up his light green seamed stockings, along with his red Mary Janes was very sexy. That sight, coupled with his big low hanging balls and pink puckering asshole filled Robin with desire, and he gave Morgan a pleading stare. That amused her a great deal and she nodded.

Robin dropped to his knees and pressed his mushroom against Patty's asshole, causing him to jump a little. Morgan held up a finger telling him to wait, then leaned over and whispered in Patty's ear.

"Alright cuck, suck that dildo and play with my husband's pants, you know he wants to see that. Go ahead, show Miss Morgan what a good little slut you are."

She chuckled and to Patty it sounded very sexy. Moving to the end of the sofa, she lit a cigarette and picked up her drink. She then looked at her husband and was very pleased that he was still waiting for her permission.

"Go ahead hubby, fuck my cuck."

The words were barely out of her mouth when she heard Patty squeal into the pants, Robin had buried his dick right to the balls. Patty wrapped his arms around the stuffed pants, bit down hard and kicked his feet against the floor. Morgan thought for sure her horny husband had just made a big mistake, and she waited for Patty to rebel. However, he didn't. For a minute Robin kept his boner rammed to the hilt without saying a word, and Patty went through a gamut of grunts, groans, squeals and moans, but he never objected or tried to break free. Morgan suspected right away that Patty's rectum had been well used, and decided that when her turn came she would see how much the bitch could handle. She always enjoyed fucking Robin, and the idea of really pounding another guy's ass was very exciting, especially with her husband watching.

When it became apparent Patty wasn't going anywhere, Morgan said. "Take it easy on your bitch dear, you don't want to wear him out on his first night. Besides Robin, you do realize you'll be meeting Patrick again don't you? Maybe you better think about that."

Ignoring her he pulled it all the way out and rammed it back in again, right to the hilt. Patty repeated his squealing and Morgan saw a side of Robin she'd never seen before, he ceased being a wimp and grew a pair of balls right before her eyes. For some reason she really liked that. She decided to let him go and sat back enjoying the show.

"Suck that dildo Patty, show me what a good bitch you are, it seems my husband really likes your pussy. She's all yours Robin."

Patty obeyed her and slid his lips down the small dildo. Robin pulled his dick all the way out, then gave his bitch's asshole a machine gun fucking for about thirty seconds. Patty squealed and slurped loudly. Morgan watched he husband bang the shit out of Patty's ass for the next forty-five minutes. He varied his speed, depth and thrusting, and sometimes machine gun fucked his asshole with his swollen mushroom. In general, he simply raped pretty Patty's pooper.

At one point he saw Morgan leave the room, only to return a few minutes later with her dress looking like a circus tent, and it seemed pretty ironic that the only woman in the room now had the biggest dick. The perverseness of that idea and the fact that it was his wife turned him on immensely, he really liked her new-found dominance.

When he started fucking Patty the abuse he threw his way was pretty mild, but once he became more comfortable in his role as the rapist Robin insulted him with increasing verve, until he was humiliating his sissy boyfriend with gusto. Patty soaked it all in and never objected, instead he kept sucking the dildo, groping Robin's corduroy pants and promising to be a good little bitch.

As she listened, Morgan was surprised by Robin's sudden display of dominance over Patty, and she thought about ways she might use that to her advantage in the future. Although, just to make sure he still understood who was in charge, she occasionally ordered him to slow down, or fuck harder, whatever the case may be, and Robin obeyed. Along those lines she loved it when she heard him say. "Morgan honey, I really want to squirt, can I please cum in the cuck?"

"Yes hubby go ahead, pump your jizzum in Cindy's husband, let the wimp know he's your bitch."

Several seconds later he obeyed his wife and emptied his ball sack deep in Patty's rectum, and it felt so fucking good he was at a loss for words, he simply gasped several times and groaned loudly. Patty pulled his mouth off the dildo, buried his face in the corduroy pants and moaned like a whore. Morgan sensed he enjoyed his fucking a great deal.

Robin finally collapsed on Patty's back, and even though his boner was buried to the balls he kept thrusting his hips as if trying to shove it in even deeper. It gave Robin a corduroy thrill when he noticed Patty was rubbing his face against his pants, and he started kissing Patty's cheek. He obviously liked fucking his sissy boyfriend, and even though Patty had a dick, seeing her husband fucking someone else made Morgan feel a bit jealous. However, rather than getting pissed off, she decided to take it out on Patty's ass the minute her husband pulled his dick out of the little queer.