This is part 6 and 7 of the series. Parts 1-3 were contained in chapter one. Part 4 in chapter 2. Part 5 in chapter 3.

Part 6 – The Battle Against Reality

"Honey? Honey? Are you awake?"

I cracked my eyes slightly, but pretended to still be asleep. DD was wearing red thong panties and a matching bra, checking herself in the mirror atop the dresser. She looked over her shoulder one more time to make sure I was still sleeping, then picked up and pointed her cell phone at the mirror to snap a picture. I knew exactly who she was sending it to.

I had morning wood, typical. The sight of her scantily clad body only made it worse. Knowing that Ron would soon be enjoying the sight of my wife's body heightened my arousal. And knowing that a stranger named Kane would be fucking her in a few hours stiffened my erection to a painful state.

But knowing she might have feelings for Kane made my stomach turn. And knowing what I'd done with Ron the night before made my face flush. Then I was suddenly mortified to realize that under the covers, I was still wearing her panties!

When I'd returned home from the meet up with Ron, I'd laid there a long a time watching her sleep beside me, the battle between my fantasy and my conflicted emotions raging on through the night. Somehow I'd dozed off and forgotten what I was wearing.

I clutched the covers tightly in case she tried to yank them off of me as she sometimes did when she woke me in the mornings.

"Honey? It's time to get up," DD said, pulling a sweater over her head. She stepped into her grey, below-the-knee length skirt and came to my side of the bed. "Wake up, Tony. You're going to be late," she said, shaking me.

"I'm, uh, I'm taking a sick day. I don't feel good," I said, holding onto the covers for dear life.

DD put her hands on her hips and gave me a concerned look. "Well I hope it's a paid sick day. We can't afford for you to miss work! What's wrong with you anyway?"

"Nothing, my stomach. I'll be ok, just need to rest."

DD sighed. "I bet it's that flu going around." She paused for a long time as if pondering something. "Maybe I'll stay at my mothers tonight. I don't wanna get sick too. I don't have any sick days left. What do you think?"

I think you want to spend the night with Kane, I thought to myself. Her parents hated me, mainly because I wasn't Cambodian. Snubbing her first marriage that they'd arranged was a slap in the face to them, and they saw me as the culprit, as if I'd corrupted her in some way. She knew I'd never call over there to check on her story. "Yeah, better not get you sick too."

DD smiled big then quickly wiped it off her face. "Awwww, my poor baby. Get some rest. I'll call you later to check on you."

"DD," I grabbed her hand, "I love you. More than anything. You know that right?"

My wife stared at me blankly a moment, then her eyes began to water. "I love you too," her voice cracked when she spoke. She quickly turned away from me and rubbed her sleeve across her face. "Call you later," she said, making a quick exit from the room.

I rolled onto my stomach and tried to think of anything other than DD. My urge to masturbate at that moment was an overwhelming, shivering, shaking, feverish feeling, like an addict in withdrawal. I hadn't done it since the previous day before she'd come home, and I was deliberately avoiding it.

It was those blasted moments of clarity that came after an orgasm that scared me. I didn't want to face those feelings. Now more than ever, I imagined the guilt and shame that would come over me once my mind was unclouded by my perversions. Only now I'd have to face the fact that I couldn't turn the reality back into just a fantasy. I wasn't sure I could handle that.

I thought of disgusting things like steaming piles of horse manure, and senior citizens in the nude, anything repulsive enough to shrink my erection. It worked.

Too distracted by my problems to be productive, I called in sick to work anyway. I spent the next few hours searching for distractions, TV, cooking, cleaning up the house, anything to avoid the lucid mental pictures of DD with another man's cock in her mouth, or of Ron's in mine. Somehow, everything I did found a way to remind me. It was no use.

I logged on to the computer, preparing to rub out an orgasm and face the music, when I got a text message from Ron on my cell phone.

U r not really sick r u?

"DD already told him," I thought out loud. No, I replied.

Well Kane will be happy. Now he gets to spend the night fucking DD's brains out. Ron returned my text.

I know. I knew what she planning when she said she was going to her mothers.

Trying to make it easy for him? U r a fool. A lot could happen and I don't mean sex.

Don't remind me. I fucked up, I replied.

I'll find a way to fix it. U owe me.

Thank you.

Thank you, SIR? Ron reminded me of his dominance.

Thank you sir.

Are you wearing panties like a good little sissy?

Yes, I lied. I'd long since taken them off.

Show me. Send me a picture.

"Fuck!" I jumped out of my seat and raced into the bedroom to dig through DD's panty drawer.

As I slid into a pair of my wife's lacy, white panties, I became keenly aware of the fact that there was no way out of doing it on a daily basis. There was no telling if Ron was going to check for proof at any given time.

I sent him the requested picture and got a response of, Good girl. Talk 2 u later.

I tried to resume my masturbation session but now I was too distracted. How was I going to explain it if DD caught me wearing her underwear? How humiliating would that be? She already thought I was a dud in the bedroom, what would she think of me then?

Part of me wanted to tell Ron to fuck off, but I feared he had too much influence with DD. He might decide to take on a personal vendetta against me and completely destroy my marriage if I disrespected him. Besides, this Kane character had to go, and Ron had me convinced that I needed his help for that. And on top of that, my fantasy still ruled my thoughts.

Who was this man named Kane who was about to spend the night with my wife? I decided to find out. I threw some clothes on, hopped in my car and headed to DD's job.

I arrived fifteen minutes before DD's scheduled lunch hour. I parked across the street from her building where I could see the employee entrance. If they really were fucking on their lunch breaks, surely they'd have to go somewhere else to do it.

Sure enough, fifteen minutes later I caught sight of my wife exiting the building with a large group of people. She seemed to be sticking close to one man in particular, a tall, mid thirties looking guy with dark hair.

"Huh," I muttered, remembering what Ron had said about her being attracted to men who were similar in appearance to me. I found it flattering, at least I knew she found me attractive if nothing else.

She stood talking to him for a while in front of her grey Chevy Malibu, shivering in the cold. Then he got into another vehicle and she got into hers. I expected her to follow him when he pulled away, but she didn't. She pulled up in front of the employee entrance and stopped.

Suddenly a tall, black man emerged from the building. He swung his head around every which way as if watching out for something, and then quickly hopped into DD's car and she sped away urgently.

"You have to be shitting me!" I wailed. I peeled out of the parking lot and gave chase, making sure I stayed far enough back not to be spotted by her. DD was really flying down the road in an incredible hurry. She never drove like that, especially on the slippery winter roads.

You didn't tell me Kane was black! I sent a text to Ron.

DD pulled into the parking lot of the Extended Stay hotel down the street from her job. I pulled into the parking lot of the Greek restaurant adjacent to it and watched them get out of the car together. Kane's hand planted firmly on my wife's ass as they walked into the hotel.

Ron's reply finally came through. Why does that matter? And why r u spying on your wife? Think about what happens if she catches u.

"What happens if she catches me?" I gasped. "She's the one in a hotel room with a black guy!" But I knew what he'd meant. She wasn't supposed to know I knew about this.

I sat in the car contemplating my next move. Sitting outside was pointless. Why had I even come, just to see what he looked like? Did it really matter? I supposed it didn't. The supposed myth of the big black cock was ever present in my mind though.

My cock stretched DD's panties as I sat there imagining her taking Kane's big cock in her furry cunt, making her scream and moan. This was my fantasy after all, my wife being a slut for another man, a black guy no less. It just wasn't happening how I imagined it...I wasn't there enjoying it.

Without thinking, I exited the car and walked towards the hotel. It was like my penis was leading the way, silencing the pleas of my brain to turn around.

I asked the twenty something kid working the front desk what room the black and Asian couple had checked into, setting a twenty-dollar bill on the counter at the same time. He looked at it and told me he couldn't relinquish that information. I pulled out another twenty.

"Three nineteen. I always give them three nineteen," he replied with a grin. "Damn, that little Asian chick really gets around. Any chance I can get in on it?"

"She's a real whore, ain't she?" I said, smiling as if I wasn't bothered at all by his comment.

"That's why I always give her a corner room, less noise complaints that way," he chuckled. "Man, I'd like to get a piece of that. I didn't know the black dude was into passing her around."

"She always come here with him? Has she ever come here with someone else? How often do they come here?" I couldn't repress my need to know.

"Every single...oh, shit!" he cracked a big smile as he stared at my wedding band. "You're the husband, aren't you?"

I didn't respond.

"Man, I knew she wasn't married to him. I noticed she had a ring the first time she came in, but he never wore one. Aw, man, sorry dude. I'd kick a guys ass too if that was my girlfriend. I'd fuckin' kick her ass too! Man, it's cool. Do what you gotta do. I won't call the cops, I swear man!"

"Don't worry, there wont be any trouble," I said, walking away.

"Oh, it's like that? You're one of those guys that likes that shit? Well, hey, man! What's up? Can I get some too?" He shouted after me as I headed for the elevator.

Another text from Ron rang in while in the elevator. So u r sitting in the parking lot of the extended stay in Lombard right now aren't u. why? what is that doing for u?

I replied, I'm in the hotel.

As soon as the elevator door opened on the third floor I could hear the faint moans of DD's ecstasy. As I nervously proceeded towards the room, they grew louder. The feeling was surreal, knowing that she'd never even come close to reaching that tone with me, but now another man's cock was driving her wild, past the point of inhibition.

Another text from Ron distracted me, listening in? u have more balls than I thought. How does it feel to hear your wife scream in pleasure from another mans big cock?

"Oh Kane! Oh god! Fuck me Kane! Yes! Yes! Give me that big cock!" DD's voice bellowed through the door. During the moments of silence I could hear the bed squeaking violently.

I put the phone in my pocket and ignored Ron. I was stroking myself through my jeans as I stood outside their door, listening.

"Yeah, you like this black dick baby? You don't get this at home do you? Huh? Huh?"

"Mmmmm yes I love it! Talk dirty to me, Kane! I'm a bad girl!" DD moaned.

"Yeah, you're a little slut for this black dick, ain't you bitch!'

"Yes baby! I'm your slut! Fuck your little slut's tight pussy, Kane!"

"Who's fuckin' pussy is this, bitch?" Kane's voice was followed by a loud smack.

"It's your pussy, daddy!"

I was shaking badly, a mess of emotions spinning my head, but still intently focused on the action, rubbing my dick through my jeans, praying no one entered the hallway.

"I'm gonna stretch that pussy all night long, slut! Ain't I?"

"Yes, daddy!"

I heard another loud smack, "Ain't I!"

"Yes, daddy!" DD hit a higher pitch. "Oh god I'm cummmmmmmiiiiing! Don't stop!"

"Cum on this black dick, bitch! You ain't done! Turn over, slut!"

I was getting ready to cum in my pants in unison with her when my phone rang, causing me to jump back from the door. I hurriedly shuffled down the hallway with a stiff leg, trying frantically to dig my phone out of my pocket and silence it before they heard it.

"Hello!" I yelled in a whispery voice as I ducked around the corner by the elevator.

"Get out of there, Tony," Ron said. "You'll have plenty of time to hear her moan in the weeks, months, and years to come. You're a cuckold now. Now and forever."

"I, uh," I fumbled my words, as I processed 'cuckold - now and forever'. "Ok, I'll leave." I had no intention of leaving.

"I want you at my office in twenty minutes. I'll text you the address. If you're even one minute late, you're going to regret it. Leave now." Ron hung up.

"Damn it!" I rested my head back against the wall. I could still hear DD getting fucked. I didn't want to, but I knew I had to leave.

I had a perpetual hard on all the way to Ron's office. The only thing distracting me from rubbing my dick the whole way, was having to weave in and out of traffic just to get there in time. I had no idea how he would make me regret being late, but I didn't want to find out.

I speed walked from my car into his office looking at my watch, I had one minute. I took the stairs rather than the elevator to save time, and made it to the reception desk where she paged him, with little to spare.

I made note of how she addressed him as 'Mr. Rossi.' It occurred to me that the name on the marquis near the entrance was Rossi and Associates, LLC.

"Ah, Mr. Mc' Kibben, just in time. Follow me," Ron greeted me in a professional manner.

Dressed in what appeared to be a very expensive business suit, Ron looked every bit as powerful as he acted. I felt relieved to know that he was a successful professional and not just some perverted loser who lived in his mother's basement. Not that I'd ever thought he'd be anything less, but now I saw the proof. Suddenly all of his promises seemed more real.

We went into his office and he locked the door behind us.

"A half hour drive, in twenty minutes," I said, a bit irritably. "That wasn't fair."

"And it isn't fair that you only have half of a dick," Ron said, coldly, "But such is life. Strip for me. Let's see those panties."

I looked over my shoulder at the door.

"No one will be coming in. Now hurry up, I have things to do. Strip, bitch."

"Yes sir," I submitted easily, shedding my clothes until I had on only DD's panties.

"Very good," Ron circled around me, looking me up and down. "There's room for improvement, but it won't be hard at all."

"What won't be hard?" I asked, my head hung down.

"Bend over my desk," Ron shoved me in the back, ignoring my question. "It seems DD has her little heart set on getting stuffed with Kane's cock all night long, so I didn't bother to try talking her out of spending the night. But I'm going to look at this as an opportunity, rather than a set back."

"How so?" I asked, getting goose bumps as he ran his hands down my back to my ass.

"You were a bad girl following her to that hotel, Tony," Ron said, smacking me hard on the ass. "Or should I call you Tonya? Yes, I like that better. I'll call you Tonya." Ron spanked me again.

"I'm...I'm sorry sir," I sheepishly replied. I was becoming aroused as I felt his power over me, and I didn't know why.

Ron laughed. "Not a submissive? Did you try to convince me of that last night? What a joke." Three more strikes from his hand in quick succession stung my panty covered ass. "You are very submissive, aren't you Tonya?"

"Yes sir," I answered, my stiff dick poking out the top of the panties.

"You're getting turned on by this. Are you sure you aren't gay? That would explain why you can't please your wife."

"Yes sir, I'm sure."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I'm not attracted to men. I love women," I said, feeling my cock pulse as he slapped my ass again.

"So then it must be the act of submission that floats your boat, ey?"

"I don't know."

"I do. A very submissive, bi sexual."

"I'm not..."

"Shut up, Tonya," he slapped my reddened ass again. "You are. You sucked my cock last night. And you liked it didn't you?"

I swallowed hard. "I, I didn't hate it."

"You didn't hate it, and you hate that you didn't hate it, don't you?"

"Sir?"

"A straight man doesn't suck cock. And if he were forced to he would be repulsed by it. He would hate it. But you didn't hate it. That must bother you. You have to admit to yourself that you are bi sexual. You like cock, sissy girl," Ron cackled. "Say it. Tell me you like my cock."

I heard his zipper go down, then felt his thick, swollen dick being slapped against my ass. I cursed my own feelings as I became even more aroused. I didn't want to say it. Saying it made it more real. I couldn't be that way!

"Ashamed? Whether you admit it or not, you still liked sucking my cock. That isn't going to go away, your thoughts will haunt you. Own up to it. Own your sexuality my little cocksucker, don't let it own you."

"I liked sucking your cock!" I blurted out, amazed at my own words.

"Good!" Ron jubilantly exclaimed. "That wasn't so hard! It's easier to deal with the things we admit to ourselves than those we deny, isn't it? Now get on your knees and tell me again."

I turned around and sank to my knees where Ron's stiff cock met me in the face. "I liked sucking your cock," I said, easier this time, as I leaned into it, letting it touch my lips.

"Oh, you want to suck it again, bitch? Just say please."

"Please let me suck your cock," I pleaded. I was so ready for it that I didn't have time to feel ashamed for wanting to, I just wanted to. Ron knew every one of my dirty secrets, and I felt like he saw me for what I was better than I did. I liked the feeling of not having to hide.

"That's a good girl, suck on my big dick, Tonya," he said as he pushed deep into my mouth.

I eagerly opened my mouth for his huge dick. Warm, pulsing, stiff, I sucked on it hungrily, forgetting the labels and judgments that I shamed myself with. My mind was numb from the events of the past twenty-four hours and I was tired of thinking, worrying, fighting against myself. I'd discovered something new that I liked and I just wanted to enjoy myself for once, without the guilt.

I wanted to suck his cock.

"Oh fuck, Tonya. It's so much better when you put your heart in it. You are a natural cocksucker. Ohhhhh yeees, keep going, just like that. I'm gonna give you a present," Ron groaned, holding a fist full of my hair as he pushed himself in and out of my mouth.

Ron wasn't gentle but I didn't care. I remembered his lesson from the night before, swallow hard when you want to gag, and so I did. I let him gag me with his oversized pole and I sucked him harder.

I looked up and stared into his eyes as he fed me his meat. On my knees with his dick thrusting into my mouth I'd never felt so completely under the control of another person. Maybe he was right, maybe it was the act of submission that got me going.

I'd never looked at a man in a sexual way. I'd masturbated to gay porn, but never found myself attracted to the men in the videos. I was only turned on by the act. The same was true now. Even as I passionately slurped on his long pole, I didn't look at Ron the way I looked at my wife or another sexy woman. Yet here I was, hungry for his big dick. Was I bisexual, or was it something else? Stop thinking, I told myself. Suck that cock.
"Play with your little dick, sissy girl. Get off while you suck my dick!" Ron ordered.

DD's panties hung around my tightening balls and as I stroked myself. I'd never gone so long without masturbating before, so I knew it would be quick.

I felt him tensing. I wanted him to cum before me. I sucked harder, faster, I wanted to drain him. "Uuuggghhh!" I wailed as I began shooting my massive load all over my knees.

"Oh no you don't!" He grabbed my head with both hands and began fucking my mouth.

I was still coming down from my own orgasm, my lust for his cock fading, but I didn't resist. I let him fuck my mouth until he unloaded, gagging as I involuntarily swallowed his cum.

When he finished, he leaned back against his desk, a satisfied look on his face. "I hope DD sucks cock as good as you. Maybe Kane will teach her some new tricks tonight," Ron joked.

The mental clarity I'd avoided was now consuming me; the guilt, the shame, I didn't find it funny. Still, there was less regret in me than usual. My mind was adapting to this new reality. A twinge of disgust hit me as I wiped his cum from the corners of my mouth. I still didn't regret it. I sucked a cock and liked it, no big deal, I told myself. More so than anything, I worried about where things were heading.

"You need to go home now and do something for me," Ron said. "I want you to shave."

I ran my fingers across my face. "I shaved this morning," I informed him.

"Not there. Everywhere else," Ron said.

"My balls?"

"What part of everywhere don't you understand? Your legs, your pubes, and anywhere else there's hair on your body. It won't be hard. You don't have much hair anywhere else."

"How am I supposed to explain that to DD? You know, we do still have sex sometimes, even if it's not good sex. She's gonna wonder," I said, adjusting my dick back into my wife's panties. "And how am I going to explain my new choice of underwear to her?"

"Tell the truth. That you're a sissy girl who likes to wear panties, and you shave to feel more like the woman you are," Ron thoughtlessly suggested.

"That's not the truth!"

"Yes it is. It's a truth you haven't fully grown into yet, but still the truth. Besides, it's important for her to see you in this way. It alleviates the guilt for her of wanting to fuck other men. If you're not a man, then she has a much more valid excuse, don't you see?"

"That's fucking ridiculous, Ron! Do you realize how you sound!?" I whined.

"Do you realize how you sound? Who is in charge here, sissy girl? Are there things I need to remind you of?" Ron pointed a warning finger at me.

"I'm sorry," I hung my head, not feeling sorry, but knowing I was better off not to cross him.

"She already knows you like to wear panties. I told her," Ron sat back, pushing his cock back into his pants and zipping up.

"Ron, sir, I never wore women's underwear a day in my life before yesterday. Why would you tell her that?"

"Because you're going to wear them every day forward. I knew this day would come, Tonya. I even told her about how your old friends would call you Tonya, because you were so feminine. I was laying plans for this long before we met last night," Ron chuckled. "Always a step ahead of things. That's how I achieve success in everything I do."

"Let me get this straight. You were telling her lies about me before I even agreed to go along with any of this? What if I hadn't wanted this? She's been going around thinking I'm some kind of fag! What the hell!" I started picking up my clothes and getting dressed.

"They weren't lies, they were more like premonitions. I know you better than you know yourself. You deny what you are, that's why you spend your life running in circles, never getting anywhere. I'm helping you keep on the path. What's done is done. It doesn't matter now. The point is, it's taking you where you want to go."

"By humiliating me in front of my wife?" I steamed.

"Oh, I think you knew this was part of the game when you decided to deal with me. You're my number one fan, remember? You know how all my stories go. Besides, it's only humiliating if you choose not to accept it yourself. No one can embarrass you, unless you let yourself feel embarrassed," Ron said, calmly.

"Well I'm fucking embarrassed! Happy!" I broke my pant's zipper as I yanked on it too hard.

"But why? Whether it was true or not when I told her, she's had the knowledge that you were into feminizing for quite a while now, but has she treated you any differently?"

"No. But she hasn't seen it with her own eyes," I reminded him.

"That'll only be a reaffirmation of what she already knows. You know California has Palm Trees, even if you've never been there. You don't get shocked when you finally see them. And believe me, she didn't doubt me for a second when I told her. I think she sees it in you too."

"But that's," I stopped, realizing the futility of the argument. Did my wife really believe those things about me? Did I project that kind of an image? A sissy?

"Go home and shave. I'm going to call your house phone later. You'd better answer," Ron warned, opening the door to his office. "Thanks for stopping by, Mr. Mc' Kibben, have a pleasant day."

I walked out of his office as quickly as I could without seeming pissed off, even faking a smile at the receptionist as I walked out the door.

I drove home in silence, no music, only my own thoughts. Ron was right about one thing, I had been running in circles most of my life. I knew what I wanted, mostly, but never went after it. Now Ron was forcing me to do just that. But this was on his terms, not my own.

DD was already fucking someone else whether I liked it or not. I hadn't set the fantasy in motion on my own, but I wanted to reign it back in to something I could control, something I was a part of. I needed Ron for that, or at least I thought I did.

In spite of how I felt, I couldn't ignore that my life had suddenly become more exciting than it had ever been. I decided to ignore my fear and see how things played out.

As I pulled into my driveway I saw Ben, my married neighbor who'd fucked my wife, outside shoveling his driveway. I sat in the car for a moment, staring at Ben in my rear view. Everything about this guy bothered me, right down to the shape of his head.

I got out of the car and headed towards him. He saw me coming but kept on shoveling as if nothing was wrong. I kept an easy pace and avoided scowling so as not to give away my intentions.

As I stopped in front of him, he leaned against his shovel, a cocky smirk on his face. "Still driving that piece of shit, huh?"

I snatched the shovel out of his hand and swung it at his head.

Ben tried to duck and caught it on the top of his head, sending him falling back against his garage with a loud thud.

"You think you can just fuck my wife and get away with it motherfucker! Huh! What do you think I am, some kind of sissy faggot!? You think I suck cock!? I'm a real man! I'll crack your fucking head open if you ever come near her again!" I taunted him, screaming at the top of my lungs.

"Fuck you!" Ben indignantly spat. "Your wife's a fucking whore. You think I'm the only one in this neighborhood that's screwed your little fortune cookie?"

"What! Who!" I demanded to know. "Son of a...ahhhh!" I cried out as Ben kicked me in the knee and dropped me to the ground.

I tried to get up but Ben was on top of me before I knew it, his hands around my neck. "You know what I think? You are a faggot! That's why you can't control your cunt wife! You ever come on my property again I'll crack your fucking head open!"

Ben got off of me and gave me a kick in the ribs for good measure as I tried to get up. Hunched over, I hurried back across the street to my home, crying like a little kid.

My pride was shattered.

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Part 7 - The Transformation

I was applying bandages to several cuts on my legs that I'd gotten while shaving them, when the phone rang.

It was Ron. He told me to expect company within the hour. Before I could get him to explain, he hung up.

I went back to the bathroom and examined my now hairless body. My dick looked bigger now that it wasn't half covered by a hairy bush. "Honey, I shaved so I can look better in your panties. Oh, and by the way, I like sucking dick," I mocked myself explaining the change to DD.

I went into DD's underwear drawer to find a pair of panties to wear before Ron arrived. A turquoise thong was my selection. I marveled at how good the silky fabric felt against my smooth skin as I slid them on. And when I looked in the mirror I was surprised at how good I looked in them. With all of that hair gone, it wasn't such a hideous sight.

"This is so pathetic," I shamefully shook my head. "My wife is in a cheap motel somewhere getting stuffed full of black cock and I'm at home alone trying on her underwear."

I always felt sorry for the poor cuckolded bastards in Ron's stories. That was a big reason why I'd resigned the idea to remaining a fantasy – I didn't want to wind up feeling sorry for myself. Yet here I was, realizing the sad state of myself, but not feeling entirely as remorseful as I thought I should have.

When I closed my eyes I visualized my wife's naked body being mauled and used by her black lover and it pleased me. I'd given up resistance to my fantasy if for no other reason than sheer mental exhaustion from fighting it. Since I had no control over the situation anymore, it was easier to accept her deriving sexual pleasure at the hands of another man as a mutually gratifying experience for both of us.

Likewise, my resistance to Ron's dominance had waned. If I was the submissive he said I was, than so be it. I looked forward to his arrival, knowing I'd find myself once again on my knees, servicing his big cock with my mouth. Giving into it was so much easier than fighting it. No more fighting, just giving in. Let the cards fall where they may.

But then there were things nagging at my conscience. What was Kane doing with my wife when he wasn't fucking her? Holding her? Caressing her? Telling her sweet things? I didn't want to think about things like that, they devastated me, so I ignored them.

Looking at myself in the mirror was a chore. There stood a helpless man, if he was indeed still a man at all. Certainly he wasn't enough of a man to please his wife sexually, and not enough of one to defend her honor against the douche bag neighbor. He wore panties and he sucked the cock of a man who sought his wife as a sexual conquest. What man did those things? I didn't like thinking about those things either, so I didn't. It's ok, Tonya, you don't have to pretend to be the man you're not.

When the doorbell rang I threw on DD's fuzzy pink bathrobe to cover my near nudity before going to open the door. I couldn't wait to have my mouth filled with his cock again.

"Hello, Tonya."

I froze, stunned, as I took in the sight of a total stranger at my door.

"I'm a friend of Ron's," she said, stepping into my home without invitation.

"Oh, I, I thought Ron was coming. I wasn't expecting, um," I shut the door behind her.

"Charlotte," the red headed woman said, dropping the duffle bag from her shoulder and removing her long winter coat. "Hang my coat for me."

I stared at her blankly as I draped her coat over a hanger in the entry closet. Charlotte wore nothing but lingerie under her coat!

"I take it by that stupid look on your face that you like what you see," Charlotte said, gracefully tracing the contours of her body with her finger tips, inviting my eyes.

She was a slender woman only a few inches shorter than me in her high heels. Black thigh-high fishnets clung to her skinny legs and a long twisting serpent tattoo was visible underneath on her left thigh. Her hot pink thong outlined her camel toe and a dangling piece of jewelry hung from her flat, toned belly. A full sleeve of tattoos covered one arm, the other was nothing but pure, milky, alabaster skin. A cup less pink bra left her apple-sized tits hanging out, her nipples covered by dangly black tassels.

"Yes, I just, well, you're...wow...beautiful and, um, this is a total surprise to me is all, I um, I'm Tony," I felt my face reddening as I became keenly aware of what I was wearing. Having a sexy woman see me this way was utterly humiliating.

"Tony?" she smirked. "Don't you mean Tonya?"

I got a lump in my throat as my humiliation heightened. "Um, Ron calls me that, I guess."

Charlotte laughed wickedly, "Awww, I bet you were looking forward to sucking his cock, weren't you?"

I said nothing, swallowing hard.

"Answer me when I ask you a question!" Charlotte demanded. "Are you embarrassed?"

I nodded. "This is, um, embarrassing, Charlotte."

"Don't be. He told me all about you, sissy girl. But we can have some fun too, can't we? I like girls like you, Tonya," Charlotte sported a wicked smile.

"Well I, uh, you do?"

She gave me the coyest of expressions, "You wanna fuck me? I bet you'd like that, huh?"

"I'm a, I'm married and everything, so I guess, maybe, I probably shouldn't," I stumbled over my words, my stiffening cock answering the question for me.

"But your wife is a whore isn't she? Isn't she somewhere getting pumped full of black cock right now? How come she gets to have all the fun, huh?" Charlotte lifted one of her breasts with her hand and crimped her neck to lick around the tassel.

I shrugged, staring in awe of her.

"So you really don't wanna fuck me?" Charlotte leaned in close, nuzzling her nose next to my ear, her sweet perfume invading my nostrils. "I know you have a pathetic little cock, but I'm a naughty little whore so I'm not picky," she whispered, untying my robe.

"This isn't happening," I breathed hard, "This stuff doesn't happen to me."

"It does when you have a powerful friend," she nibbled on my ear lobe, while reaching into my panties and squeezing my hard dick. "You can thank Ron later. So, would you like to fuck me?"

"Yesssssss," I breathed, feeling the testosterone coursing through my veins, feeling like a real man again in spite of myself. Me Tarzan, you Jane, my animal instincts screamed.

"Tell me how bad you want me," she purred, kissing my neck, her tassels tickling my chest. .

"Very bad," I gulped.

"That's not very convincing," she said, pulling away from me. "If you really want my hot, tight, wet, pussy, you'll have to earn it. Are you willing to earn it, Tonya?"

I nodded before rolling my head back as she continued to stroke my cock, the name 'Tonya' striking a blow to my fragile feeling of manhood.

"You call this a cock?" she giggled, slapping my hard dick, making me jump, "I think it's a joke. You're going to really have to be a good girl if I'm going to give you any pleasure. I'm in charge here, understand?"

"Yes," I said, falling back into my submissive role, my Tarzan alter ego getting the wind knocked out of him by the humiliation.

"You're gonna be my little bitch tonight, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm your little bitch," I said, half-enthusiastically.

Charlotte smiled, cupping her breasts in both hands. "Boy, you're easy. You deserve a treat. Bite my tassel."

"Bite it?"

"Bite it, sissy," she grabbed my head and pulled me to her breast. "Get those off of there so I can show you my pretty tits."

I grabbed her dangling tassel between my teeth and tugged it off, exposing her tiny, erect, pink nipple. I repeated with the other tassel, reveling in the sight of her soft, perky breasts.

"Mmmmm, that's much better, don't you think?" Charlotte said, massaging her nipples into an even more erect state. "Do you like my pretty little titties?"

"Oh yes!" I failed to play it cool, my eyes bulging. I hadn't seen a pair of naked tits live and in the flesh in months, and none other than DD's in years.

"Show me how much!" she said, forcefully pulling my head into her breasts. "Worship them!"

I hungrily devoured her tit, sucking on it like I wanted to pull it off.

"Oh my, that's terrible!" she put her hand on my forehead and pushed me back. "Do you think a woman wants you eating her tits? The point is to make her feel good. Try again."

I suckled her breast into my mouth more gently this time.

"Yes, that's it. Suck harder now, and flick your tongue against my nipple," Charlotte instructed. "Oh yes, that's good, you just need a little training don't you? Do the other one now."

I left her left nipple hard and pointing as I moved to the other, following the same instructions as she slowly tugged on my throbbing cock.

"Mmmm, that's enough for you," she gripped a fist full of my hair and yanked my head back. "Now, get on your knees, bitch." Charlotte lightly slapped my face and pushed down on my head.

I went to my knees with my hair still in her clutches. She asked where the main bathroom was then walked me there on my hands and knees, never letting go of my hair, commenting on what a "dump" my house was. She instructed me to sit on the toilet seat while she pillaged through DD's make up case.

"I'm going to make you a pretty girl, Tonya," Charlotte cheerfully exclaimed as she produced a bottle of eyeliner. "Hold still."

Charlotte hummed and swung her hips as if dancing to her own song as she applied make up to my face, seeming amused with her new toy. "You're going to look so much hotter than my husband ever did in drag. You have such girly features," she commented.

Husband? I thought. She does this to her husband too? Was he also a...holy shit! My mind finally put the pieces together. "Charlotte!" I blurted out without meaning too.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing, sorry, I just thought you were going to poke my eye with that mascara," I lied.

"Relax, I've done this lots of times to my little sissy girl at home," she giggled.

I remembered the night I'd met Ron, how he'd talked about passing around a twenty something redhead with 'nice tits' between he and his friends with her husband on speakerphone. I now knew who that redhead was! I shuddered as I thought of DD being used in the same manner. But that wasn't all.

Until now it hadn't occurred to me, but Charlotte was the central character in one of his Literotica stories – and the vivid description he gave of that character matched her to the letter! He hadn't even changed her name! Fiction writer my ass, his stories were real!

One of the reasons I'd loved them so much was that in spite of the crazy and unthinkable circumstances the characters were always in, they always seemed so incredibly realistic. Even as he took his fictional liberties by writing from the point of view of the cuckolded husband, which he certainly was not, the characters emotions and thoughts resonated with me well.

Ron certainly understood the motivations of men like me, that was for sure, and his claim that he knew me better than I knew I myself suddenly had a lot of credibility. Would he one day be writing a true story about me and DD, expressing my thoughts and feelings in ways I couldn't?

I sat there quietly, realizing Ron's plans for me. Making me wear panties, calling me Tonya, making me shave, now he had this woman was putting make up on me. Ron was trying to take away every sign of my masculinity, but why?

I thought about the stories he wrote in which the cuckolded husband was always humiliated and often forced into bisexual acts with the bull, even occasionally forced to wear women's underwear, but this was going farther than anything he'd ever written.

I couldn't help but wonder if he planned on taking other things further to? Was his level of kink and perversion progressing in the same way mine always did? If so, then I couldn't lean on his stories as a guide for what to expect, I was traveling into the unknown. I didn't fear as much for what he had in store for me, as I did for what it might mean for DD.
The women in his stories were used hard, often degraded and put in situations even more humiliating than those of the husbands. In his writing, the women always enjoyed it, but I wondered if he knew the complexities of the female's minds as well as he did their husbands. If he did, and he truly had DD figured out the way he thought, then I wasn't sure how well I knew my wife at all. If he didn't, this could be a disaster.

"Well look at you!" Charlotte giggled, "Such a pretty little bitch!" She flashed a handheld mirror in front of me.

I couldn't believe my eyes. After applying nail polish, lipstick, eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow, I was unrecognizable. If I didn't know better I would have thought I was staring at a woman! The fact that my face passed so well for the opposite sex made me feel even less masculine than I already did, which wasn't much to begin with.

"I would curl your hair too and make you real pretty but it's just going to get messed up anyway," Charlotte couldn't wipe the smile from her face. "Come on bitch, let's find you something sexy to wear."

Again I was lead around by my hair on my hands and knees into the bedroom where she left me sitting on the floor while she rummaged through DD's dresser drawers.

"Hmmph, your wife seems pretty conservative if her underwear is any indication. Not at all the way Ron described her. Has this woman ever been to Frederick's in her life?" Charlotte laughed, staring at a very plain pair of cotton panties.

"She only has a handful of things that I'd call sexy. She doesn't really try that hard to be sexy. She's never needed too," I said.

"Awww, that's sweet," Charlotte said, leaving the dresser to search through the closet. "But I have different information from our friend. She may not try for you, but she is trying for someone, now isn't she?" Charlotte sounded colder, as if she wanted it to hurt.

"Can I ask you a question, Charlotte?"

"I guess," she answered from inside the closet.

"Have you ever read Ron's stories?"

"Sure."

"Have you read the one about you and your husband?"

Charlotte giggled, "Yeah, a few times."

"Is it all true?"

"Kind of, mostly, yeah, I guess."

"Really? You come across like a heartless bitch in that story, but you don't seem that bad," I noted Charlotte had barely stopped smiling or giggling the entire time she was there. "But it's all true, huh? You think he portrayed your husband accurately too?"

"Oh, I'm not heartless. Everything that he said happened did happen. And I guess my husband is like that now, maybe not when he wrote it though. Bingo!" Charlotte suddenly sounded cheerful.

"What do you mean not when he wrote it?" I asked.

"Ron taught my husband a lot of things he didn't know about himself. He made him come around."

"In the story your husband wanted you to sleep with other men, you're saying he didn't?"

Charlotte shrugged. "I don' know. Don't really care either. His pathetic little dick wasn't doing anything for me. I just went to get what I couldn't get at home. Then I met Ron and he convinced me to get my husband involved. He said he could make him ok with it. So of course I was like yeah, go ahead! Makes my life easier."

"And Ron did that, huh? He actually talked your husband into being ok with it?"

"Well, it's not like he had a choice! I mean, it's not like he would ever find someone as hot as me. He's fucking lucky I keep him around to give me money, take care of the house and worship at my feet," Charlotte said, with her ever present smile.

I was shocked by her coldhearted comments. "So...you don't even love him?"

Charlotte laughed, "Oh, I guess. You know, like how you love a puppy? Poor, pathetic, helpless little creatures but you can make them fetch and do tricks and stuff, you know?"

"I see." Hearing her talk about her husband like a pet made me wonder if DD could ever be that cold.

"Put these on, Tonya," Charlotte emerged from the closet and tossed several items at me.

I scanned the items, crotchless pink panties, a see through pink chemise, and a pair of pink thigh-high stockings with an attached garter-belt. "Where did you find these?" I said, shocked. I'd never seen them before and couldn't imagine DD wearing anything like that.

"Your wife obviously doesn't want you to know so I'm not telling!" Charlotte giggled. "Now hurry up and get dressed, bitch, so we can have some fun!"

Staring at Charlotte's tits and hearing the word fun simultaneously made me stiff again. I slid the silky stockings up my legs, amazed by how wonderful they felt against my now smooth skin. I quickly discarded the panties I was wearing and pulled up the garter followed by the panties and then slithered into the chemise.

"Stand up and let me look at you, Tonya," Charlotte instructed, leaning against the wall. "Turn around---Bend over---Shake your ass a little bit---Now spank it," Charlotte giggled each time I obeyed her humiliating commands. "Now bend over the bed, bitch."

I felt Charlotte behind me, slowly running her fingernails up the back of my legs before giving me a hard smack on the ass.

"I'm gonna teach you how to please a woman like the sissy girl you are. Would you like that?"

"I guess so," I said, wearily.

"You guess so? I don't like your passive attitude, Tonya. I want an enthusiastic submissive. I'm not going to let you fuck me if you don't be a good girl. Now answer me again, do you want me to teach you how to be a good sissy for your wife?"

"Yes, please, ma'am," I replied.

"Good. Now, to thank me properly for the lesson I'm going to give you, get on your fucking knees and kiss my feet!" Charlotte yanked my head back by the hair.

I spun around and fell to my hands and knees planting kisses on her stocking clad feet, thanking her repeatedly.

"Good girl. This is how you should thank your wife everyday for staying with a sissy like you. This is also how you should greet her when she comes home. And any time you want to show her affection, always start at her feet. Understand?" Charlotte walked to the bed and sat down.

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

"And whenever she sits down, offer to rub her feet," Charlotte dangled her foot in front of my face.

"Would you like me to rub your feet?"

"Yes, Tonya, carefully remove my shoes and rub my feet---Mmmmm, that's good. Be sure to kiss them a lot while you rub them to show how much you enjoy serving her---There you go. And it's always nice if you do a little toe sucking."

"Shouldn't I take your stockings off first?" I asked as Charlotte pressed her foot against my lips.

"You don't ask questions, you just do what you're told. If she doesn't ask you to, then leave them on. Now suck my toes," Charlotte forced them into my mouth. "Ohhhhh that's good, Tonya! I just love having a sissy girl to worship my feet. How much of my foot can fit you in your mouth?"

I wondered if Charlotte would ever get tired of having her feet worshiped. Her reactions to it were orgasmic. Her pale skinny frame would twist and writhe as I sucked her toes. She'd giggle and moan and her nipples stood on end as she pinched them. The fabric of her skimpy thong was noticeably wet in the middle.

I hadn't minded it at first, it was something new to me and the pleasure it gave her aroused me, as did the submissiveness of the act. But my mouth began to tire as she insisted on forcing as much of her foot would fit into my mouth. It seemed like I'd sucked, licked, kissed and rubbed her shapely feet for an hour or more by the time she put them back on the ground.

"You don't need any more training at that, you're an absolutely wonderful toe sucker," Charlotte giggled. "Now this next lesson is very important," she said, sliding out of her panties, "Since you don't have a real cock to please a woman you need to be very good with your mouth."

I knew what she meant as she parted her legs wide, inviting me to her shaved pussy.

"Ron left a nice surprise for you in there, sissy," Charlotte smirked as she wrapped her legs around my neck and forced my face into the creamy mess that oozed from her pussy. "A good sissy has to know how to clean up after his wife's lover."

I shuddered as the taste of Ron's salty cum, mixed with the taste of her sour cunt hit my tongue. Imagining my sweet little DD having her pretty Asian snatch filled with another man's jizz excited me and scared me at the same time, as I wondered if she'd really do something as reckless as having unprotected sex with someone else.

"Yes, that's it, bitch, clean my fucking hole!" Charlotte growled. "Get your tongue in there, all the way. Yesssss, just like that," she instructed, "You better do a good job and get all of that seed out of there, I don't want to get pregnant again!"

"Wha!?" I gasped, shocked by her words, as my tongue vigorously licked the goo from her inner walls.

"My sissy didn't do a good job at first. Now we have two kids. Does DD want kids? Because if she does, just keep on doing the half-assed job that you're doing now!" Charlotte hissed.

Even as I strained my tongue to reach as far inside of her hot pussy as I could, my fearful eyes locked on hers. She had to be kidding. Creampie-eating as a form of birth control? That was insane!

Charlotte smiled as though she could read my mind. "Ooooh, Tonya, you've got that tongue so far inside of me! You really don't want your little Asian slut to have Ron's babies, do you? If you learn to get every drop, maybe you'll get lucky...but I doubt it."

Charlotte pushed my head away with her foot and excused herself for a moment.

Goose bumps consumed my flesh as I imagined DD pregnant...pregnant by someone else. It was crazy, almost unfathomable to think such a thought. And the level of depravity of this woman, and of Ron, if these things were true, should have sent me running right then and there.

But like a moth to the flame, that dark side of me - the perverted, lusty, illogical, uncontrollable inner beast - needed to touch the fire to know it was hot.

Besides that, things had gone farther than I'd ever imagined they could, and now I wasn't sure I could find my way back to a sane, quiet, normal life even if I wanted too, and at times, I was feeling like I definitely wanted to.

Constantly I had to remind myself that I'd already relinquished control of my marriage to Ron, an increasingly unsettling thought. Thanks to my carelessness, Ron had DD's ear, and his uncanny powers of persuasion had already sent her down a path that I wasn't sure she'd ever some back from. We had problems, but I wondered - if I'd never sent that first e-mail to Ron, would she have stayed true? Or was this truly all my fault?

I tried to focus on the bright side, if there was one. Life had gone from being painfully boring and redundant, to being a roller coaster with no brakes in almost no time flat. There was a feeling of impending doom that I sensed for my marriage. Surely this roller coaster would derail eventually, but the blind folded ride I was on had me feeling more alive than I'd felt in recent memory.

Lost in thought, I wasn't fully aware of my surroundings until I felt the cold metal clasp around my wrists. Snapping out of my trance, I found my hands cuffed behind back.

"Look what I found." Charlotte appeared in front of me, a large dildo in her hand. "Wow, your wife really does like them big," she said, admiring it's size. "Show me how you like to suck cock, sissy boy," Charlotte gripped my hair firmly and pressed it into my mouth.

I wondered, where the hell had DD been hiding all these things! It occurred to me that since I'd always seen her as prude and frigid, I'd never really thought to look for anything like this.

My cock stiffened as I tried to imagine my sexy wife playing with the over sized toy. I wondered what she did with it, aside from the obvious. Did she ever put it in her mouth? That thought turned me on even more than the idea of her putting it in her pussy. Did DD love to suck cock so much that she would actually wrap her soft lips around this beast and imagine sucking on a real one? Did she gag herself with it? Did she fuck herself hard and think about Ron? I realized I could fill a 'war and peace' length novel with the things I didn't know about my wife.

One thing was for certain; the toy hadn't been cleaned since it's last use. The taste of DD's pussy was giving me a thrill as I sucked on the rubber cock for Charlotte's amusement.

The realization that I wasn't making any effort to hide my new-found lust for sucking cock, humiliated and aroused me even further. Charlotte's perpetual grin showed amazement and approval.

"Ron sure made quick work of you. It took months for him turn my sissy boy into a cock craving, sissy faggot like you," she commented, icily. "Come on now, up you go, bitch," she patted the bed.

Again, Charlotte clutched a fist full of my hair and led me up onto my marriage bed. She forcefully pushed my face down into the pillows, pulled my panties to the side and gave me a firm swat across my bare ass. "Are you ready to know what a nice big cock feels like in that tight little pussy?"

My eyes got big as I whimpered, "Charlotte, I don't think I can handle that. Please don't," I helplessly wiggled as I felt her spit on my puckered hole and rub it in with the tip of the dildo.

"Yes you can, and you will. No whining, bitch," Charlotte slapped my ass again.

"Charlotte, I'm serious!" I insisted, even as I felt her pressing hard against my hole.

"Shut the fuck up, sissy!" Charlotte snatched her panties, balled them up and shoved them into my mouth. "You're gonna be a good slut, just like your wife, and take this big cock in your pussy!"

My muffled protests had no effect as she finally worked the tip of it inside of me. Another stinging slap across my ass distracted me from one painful sensation to another. "This is much easier if you relax," Charlotte commented.

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that!" I incoherently exclaimed, with my mouth stuffed full of her panties.

"Just like that. Oh yes, there you go, there you go, take it bitch. Take this cock," Charlotte hissed, as she worked it deep into my ass.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, as she fucked me. My cock stiffened to rock hardness, betraying my protests as she drilled me.

The mixture of pain versus strange pleasure was overloading my senses. I couldn't decide if I loved this or hated it, in many ways, it was both. Not that it mattered, Charlotte was in control, and she was not going to stop fucking me in my ass, or my 'pussy' as she kept on referring to it.

Before I even knew what to make of the situation, my world stopped in an instant, and heart fell into my feet.

"I am not, fucking, seeing this," were the words she spoke.

To open my eyes and see my wife standing in the doorway of our bedroom at that moment was by far the worst possible feeling I could have ever felt.

DD's silky stockings were clinging to my legs, her garter belt chaffing my hips, her panties pressing against my stiff cock, and her lacy chemise was snugly around my torso. Her make up dolled-up my face, her lipstick was smeared across my lips as well as Charlottes toes and pussy, and this strange woman – who's panties were in my mouth - was behind me, shoving what may have been my wife's favorite toy, up my ass, mercilessly, making me moan, and there was DD to witness it all.

I could only imagine what went through her mind at that moment. Her eyes were racing, taking it all in, but showed no emotion that I could read.

I wished Charlotte would produce a gun, put it to my head and pull the trigger. But she didn't so much as stop fucking my ass at the sight of my wife. "You must be DD," Charlotte said easily, giving my reddened ass another hard slap.

DD started to speak, then stopped. Suddenly she laughed, putting her hand over her mouth, "Oh my fucking goodness," she cackled. And even as she laughed, I watched tears form in her eyes. Her soft cackling stopped on a dime and turned into what I thought was a sob, as she threw her hands up wildly in bewilderment. "I don't even know...I mean...how...what..." DD paused, and squinted at me, making her pretty slanted eyes appear as if not even open. But I knew she was looking at me, looking through me in fact - burning a hole in me with that stare.

"You must have known about him," Charlotte commented, giving my ass a few hard thrusts with the dildo. "I hardly believe the surprise on your face. Deep down, you always knew what kind of girl you married."

I couldn't believe what was coming out of Charlotte's mouth. If my hands had been free, I may have choked her. I was mortified.

"Girl?" DD gave me a once over and shook her head as she wiped her tars. "I can't deal with this right now. I..." DD paused again and stared blankly. I could see her breathing rapidly, almost as if she might hyperventilate. Without another word, DD turned and walked out of the room.

"Stop!" I groaned through Charlotte's damp panties, as she continued to fuck me as though nothing had even happened. I heard the front door slam, and then the engine of DD's car starting.

"She had to deal with it eventually. You are what you are, bitch. Don't worry, Ron has it all under control," Charlotte said, with no hint of concern. She reached around and grabbed my dick and began to stroke it as she fuck me.

Great, I thought, Ron has it under control. He certainly did. That was the problem.