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Peeling Back The Layers!

Written by Max Swan

Concept by Devin Dickie

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Peeling Back The Layers!

Written by Max Swan

Concept by Devin Dickie

Chapter 1

I’ll never forget my wedding day. It was such a magical day with family and friends and, of course, my new husband, Ryan.

I married a moral man, and his no sex before marriage thing wasn’t so much of a chore as I loved the man, every pudgy inch of him. He made me laugh, and he was such fun to be around. I thought I had found the man of my dreams, and even though we hadn’t had penetrative sex to this point (he did do oral on me), I just figured it would all take care of itself.

Don’t get me wrong. I was no virgin when we married, although, in retrospect, I think Ryan might have been despite what he told me at the time. When I met him, I had grown tired of the dating scene. So many useless men out there looking for a quick fuck, and then you never hear from them again. That kind of life is acceptable for a time, but a woman needs more than just a good dicking after a while. Ryan certainly seemed to fit that requirement.

Despite being on the chubby side, maybe a little huskier than I usually like in a man, he seemed like a real go-getter. He was doing well in his job as a lawyer and making good money. Ryan also lived an active lifestyle as he played golf, football, and basketball with his buddies. He was a man about town. My then fiancés friends playfully called him ‘Shrimp’ which I assumed was due to his height. Ryan stood only five foot eight, shorter than all of his male friends.

Again, it wasn’t a deal-breaker for me. Ryan may not be tall, but he seemed so masculine to me. I remember those chats with my girlfriends and how we giggled and gossiped about how I would

have a great family with Ryan. The optimism was palpable. Everyone approved of our marriage. I’m a twenty- four-year-old blonde whose best assets are my big DD breasts and plump butt, and I have curves and legs that go for miles. Ryan’s a nuggety little man who could hold his own with the strongest men we knew.

To me, it was a match made in heaven. I was marrying the man of my dreams. He was my king, just like Doug in ‘King of Queens,’ and I was his Carrie. Together we were simpatico, and so when our wedding finally arrived, I was the happiest woman on the planet.

The day itself was fantastic. It was everything I ever dreamed possible. Then, after the reception, I was in the car with my new husband, heading toward the final part of the day—the consummation of our vows in the marital bed. I was so excited and horny as the last eighteen months was a struggle.

I can remember the drive to the B&B we booked for our wedding night. It was a two-hour drive into the mountains, but it felt like two minutes. As we both chatted like eager schoolgirls all the way there, time just flew. We had just had the best day of our lives, our wedding day—that one day when a man and a woman are like celebrities. Then we arrived at the cute cottage in the mountains, and he carried me over the threshold inside.

Strangely, I have never seen Ryan naked until this night. We had stayed together at times while engaged, but we always dressed and undressed separately due to his religious beliefs. To me, it was just one of his cute quirks. But now we’re man and wife, and nothing can come between us anymore. I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and I put on a sexy see-through negligee. I was trembling, and my pussy was positively dripping. It was so wet.

On entering the bedroom, he was there in his boxers. We were ready, and I was so looking forward to feeling a real cock inside me again after so many months of just my vibrator. We kiss and climb into bed. Once under the covers, he whips off his boxers, still so shy. He starts to kiss me, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

“I love you so much, Alexis,” he whispers. “I love you too,” I said, hugging him close.

Ryan positions himself over me. His hand is massaging my breasts and pinching my stiff nipples. We kiss passionately as our bodies squirm against each other. I’m so hot at this stage, I gasp when I feel his hand start to rub my pussy.

“Oh, do it,” I moan. “Fuck me.”

“OK, honey. Damn, you’re so wet down there,” Ryan said. “I guess we won’t need any lube.”

“Come on, baby,” I groan. “Make me your wife.”

I suddenly feel something poking at my pussy and shiver with anticipation. Then I feel something slide inside my cunt, and a rush of disappointment goes through me. ‘He’s finger fucking me,’ I thought.

“Not your finger, Ryan,” I shouted. “Fuck me with your cock.”

Ryan’s face above me frowns and flushes. “That is my cock,” he said, glaring at me.

“It is? It feels like a finger,” I said.

A flash of anger crosses his face, and I realize my mistake. So, I kiss him and say, “Come on, fuck me. Make me yours.”

Now Ryan hadn’t stopped thrusting his cock into me during this brief exchange, and to my dismay, he suddenly grunts and closes his eyes tight. ‘He’s cumming already,’ I thought, horrified. Sure enough, my new husband shot his load in a minute. Then, to make matters worse, he rolls off me and sighs.

“God, that was great, honey,” he said, and before long, he’s asleep.

My mind was reeling. I was lying there horny out of my mind after my new husband just did a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am with a cock I barely felt. I lifted the blankets to see if I could see his cock, but he was lying with his back to me.

‘Why could I barely feel his cock,’ I wondered, lying there frustrated. ‘Was he not putting it all inside me? I don’t get it.

OK, I can forgive the quick cum. It has been a big day. I guess we can try again tomorrow.”

I never thought I’d find myself masturbating on my wedding night.

*****

The next day Ryan is sitting on the couch reading the newspaper and feeling a little queasy. I kneel in front of him and start undoing his pants.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his red face appearing from behind the paper.

“I just wanna look at your penis,” I said, hoping last night was just a bad dream.

“Oh, someone’s a horny girl,” he said, smiling a little too smugly for my liking.

He raises his butt so I can pull down his pants and boxers, and there it is, the smallest dick I’ve ever seen on a man. In its soft state, the head barely peaks out, and his pubic hair covers it. Even his balls seem small. ‘Maybe he’s a grower,’ I thought.

“Get it hard for me,” I asked him.

Ryan starts jerking off, and it doesn’t take long for his cock to grow to its entire length.

I am staring at his cock—it’s tiny. The damn thing looks barely four inches hard. He’s getting into it, though; he thinks I like it. My new husband thinks I’m doing this to be playful. After about a minute of him jerking off, he grunts, and several wads of jizz dribbled out of the end of his little stiffy. Ryan gazes down at me like he’s the king of all men. I feel my stomach roil, and a wave of emotion overtakes me. I can’t believe it, but I start to cry. All I can think is, ‘What have I done?’

“Are you OK, honey?” Ryan asks, breaking into a frown.

I’m just staring at his tiny dick and wondering how this man had fooled me. He did nothing to make me think he was a baby dick man during our dating.

“Is this why your friends call you ‘Shrimp,’” I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Um, what do you mean?” he asks, blushing.

“I always thought it was because of your height, but now I see it was something else.”

He suddenly puts his acorn-sized soft dick away, his face red as it can be. I stand and leave the room. I’m still crying, so disappointed in myself for not making sure he was packing before we married. My friends warned me, and they said I was mad if I married this guy without checking his genitals. But Ryan always came across so manly. He had what I thought was big dick energy.

As I sit on the bed sobbing, I look in the mirror, and a wave of shame makes me shudder. ‘Why does it matter so much to me?’ I wonder. ‘He’s still the same man with whom I fell in love. I’m sure we can still have a fun sex life together. Can we?’ I knew why because I felt duped. Ryan fooled me into thinking he was an alpha man. Alpha men always have massive cocks. I should know, as I’ve fucked so many of them. But now, here I am with a beta

male. Yes, I cannot even call my husband a man now. Ryan is a male.

I wipe the tears from my eyes and decide I don’t know what kind of male Ryan is, and it hurts my pride. ‘I’m going to have to test him,’ I thought with resolve. ‘Maybe he’s an alpha with a small dick? I guess it’s possible. I just need to push him in certain situations to see how he responds. To see if my husband is either alpha or beta.’

*****

I’m in the shower a few days later, and Ryan just walks in and starts to piss. I figure now we’re married he must think this sort of behavior is acceptable—part of me likes it as it’s what an alpha man would do. I peeked out as he tries to aim his pathetically small penis at the toilet bowl, and it seems to be dribbling all over his balls and onto the floor. I have never seen anything so ridiculous. It doesn’t even appear he can piss right with this tiny dick. I decided this could be my first test for him.

I poke my head out of the shower and shout, “Hey, if you can’t get it into the bowl, then sit down like a girl.”

Ryan’s head turns sharply, and his face goes red. He stops peeing, but I can sense he still needs to go. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks defensively.

“It means if you can’t piss like a man, then you’ll have to piss like a girl,” I said rather more cruelly than I intended. “Don’t think when we get home I’m gonna be cleaning up your piss off the floor every time you go to the toilet.”

“But honey?” he whined.

My heart drops. A real man would tell me to fuck off and mind my own business. But a beta male would whine and then comply.

“Come on, start getting into the habit now. Sit on the toilet to pee from now on,” I shouted.

He hesitates. I’m hoping he’ll do the manly thing. I can see his face weighing it all up to make his decision. Then with a sigh, he lowers the seat and sits. I was so disappointed. My first real test of his manhood, and he failed.

“Happy now?” he asked, pouting like a little boy.

“Yes, and make sure you clean that puddle you made on the floor,” I said and returned to my shower.

I watched him finish, then return with a mop and clean the mess he left. He didn’t look at me, but I can see he was mad. I pushed him around. ‘Maybe that’s a good sign,’ I thought. ‘Maybe his anger will bring out his manliness?” Alas, it had no such effect. If anything, he became a little passive-aggressive, another sign of beta maledom. I need to push it a bit more to see if he can be the man I knew before we got married.

*****

After our honeymoon, one of Ryan’s friends invited us for a biking trip. Ryan was initially reluctant to go because he is a bit overweight, and he didn’t think he had the fitness to ride a bike for fifty miles.

“I thought you were a tough man,” I teased him. “Didn’t you tell me you could do just about anything?”

“Well, um, of course, honey,” he said, blushing.
“Good, I’ll go to the store and buy us some biking gear today.”

I brought him some bike pants at the store that I know will be very tight on him. ‘These will be perfect,’ I thought.

The Saturday morning was sunny, and the group decided to go for a cycling trip near the mountains. We drove there and joined the others. Little groups formed, and we all took off on our bikes. After a three-hour ride, we decided to stop to have lunch at a terrace restaurant. Before leaving, we took a rest on some lay chairs. We sat next to two other guys and chatted before I dozed off in the sun. Later, I woke to some snickering coming from a table on the other end.

I see three women in the group who were chatting lively while drinking Gatorade. They were looking toward Ryan. I don’t know what they were talking about since I can’t make out their conversation. Ryan must have sensed it too, and he waved to them as a gesture of friendliness. They waved back and immediately burst out laughing among themselves. I didn’t have a clue what was going on, so I went back to relax. As I was glancing around, I noticed the two male riders who were relaxing beside Ryan, and that’s when I realized what was happening.

The two other male riders' crotches both sported a prominent bulge at the front of their bike shorts. While looking back at Ryan’s, it was as flat as a pancake. Those girls had indeed noticed my husband’s dick is tiny. They were openly laughing at him, and I think he knew it too. He suddenly seemed a little angry and withdrawn, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. I felt excited

because this was my plan all along. I wanted my husband’s lack of masculinity to be on display. I wanted people to notice and react.

Now all my senses turned to the three women whispering nasty things about my husband. They even had their phones out taking snaps of the three men. I suspected that the picture of three men, two with huge bulges in their bike pants and one with no bump, will become a meme on the internet by the end of the day’s end. I got up, telling Ryan I needed to pee and wander past the three women.

“He should’ve stuck a sock down his shorts,” I heard a redhead say.

A brunette replied, “He’s wearing a wedding ring. Imagine being married to that baby dick loser.”

“I can’t,” the redhead said with a smirk. “I have an eight-inch rule with men. Any smaller, and I dump their asses.”

A strawberry blonde laughed. “Tina’s not lying. I’ve seen the tape measure she uses.”

I have to admit hearing the women say such nasty things about Ryan aroused me. I could feel myself getting wet down there. Gazing back and seeing he was embarrassed made me even

hornier. Ryan knew why these girls were laughing. It never occurred to me that he knew he was small. I just figured Ryan was delusional, and no one ever told him that acting like an alpha when he has a baby-sized pee-pee is kind of ridiculous.

This encounter showed me that Ryan knew all too well he had a tiny dick. So, his alpha man persona was all an act. He was trying to cover up or compensate for his utter lack of manhood. I wondered how far I could push him. It’s fast becoming a game for me.

There was a little gathering to figure the route back when the lunch was over, so I kept a careful eye on those women. After a while, I had the impression they were often staring at Ryan’s crotch. Not openly, but sneaky little glances here and there. Feeling brave, I went and stood near them.

“What are you laughing at?” I asked, hoping they didn’t know I was Ryan’s wife.

The redhead Tina said, “Some guys should never wear those spandex bike shorts. They’re really too revealing. If you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, which guy?”

“That short pudgy guy over there,” the blonde said. “He looks male, but when you look at his crotch, you can’t see anything.”

“There’s no bulge,” Tina adds. “So, he’s got a baby dick. He would’ve been better off wearing baggy shorts. Now everyone here knows he’s a short dick man.”

“Oh, really,” I said and laughed.
“Do you know him? I saw you sitting beside him before.”

The three women stare at me. “He’s my husband,” I said, and they collectively gasp.

Tina said, “Oh, I’m so sorry. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have said that to you.”

The women now had red faces.

I laughed again. “Don’t worry, I know all about Ryan’s tiny dick,” I said.

“Is it as small as we think?” the blonde asks. “How small do you think it is?”
The brunette said, “Five inches hard?”

I smiled. “Smaller than that. It’s barely four inches hard and skinny.”

The women hesitate for a moment, holding in their laughter. Then they release it.

“Oh, you poor woman,” Tina said.

“Thank god for vibrators,” I said and laughed with them. I know it was cruel to talk so degradingly about Ryan with these strangers. But this was the first time I’ve ever had to say it to another human. It felt good to get it off my chest. To hear the women saying such mean things turned me on, but I didn’t understand why at the time. It wasn’t until the following incident that I began to realize what had changed in me.

*****

The next incident happened a couple of weeks later. As it was summer, a friend invited us to their place for a pool party and BBQ. There were many people at the party, all dressed in their swimwear. I had a pink bikini on that showed off my ample breasts, fat bottom, and curves. Judging by the way all the men leered, while most of the women glared at me, the bikini was a winner. I tried to get Ryan to wear Speedos, but he flatly refused. I figured the incident with the bike shorts was still burning him. So, he had on baggy shorts.

I was sitting with some friends drinking cocktails and feeling wasted when I saw Ryan standing on the other side of the pool

chatting with a group. Sitting next to me was one of Ryan’s friend’s called Tom.

I leaned over and whispered to Tom, “I dare you to go and pants Ryan in front of those people over there.”

“I’m not sure Shrimp would like that.” Tom chuckles. He’s a bit drunk too. “Shrimp’s a bit bashful about, um, nudity in public.”

“That’s why it would be funny,” I said. “Go on, do it for me.” “What’s in it for me?”

I stare at him with a frown. “What do you mean?”

Tom leans close and whispers, “I’ll do it if you let me fuck you. God knows you probably need a real cock by now.”

I gasped. “Tom. I’m married.”

He laughs. “Yeah, to Shrimp. God knows why you married him. A woman like you needs a man.”

“I don’t know. If Ryan found out,” I said, and he smiles, knowing he’s got me.

“Go behind those bushes there,” Tom whispers, pointing.

“I’ll pants your husband and then come back and fuck you while you watch what happens.”

I don’t know why but the idea really turned me on. “OK, let me get in position first, then do it.”

So, I go around the pool to the bushes near Ryan as instructed and slip into them. It’s incredible there. There’s plenty of room for two with a lot of cover for privacy despite the crowded pool area. I watch Tom get to his feet and stroll around to stand behind Ryan, who is chatting away happily.

Since Ryan was wearing his shorts, he had nothing underneath, and when Tom pulls them down, a group of about three women and three men immediately stare at his soft dick. Ryan’s face went so red I thought he would surely burst a blood vessel in his face or something. The group is laughing as Ryan struggles to pull his shorts back up.

My poor husband trips and lands on his knees, and Tom quickly pulls the shorts free and tosses them to another man. Ryan gets to his feet and goes to grab them, but the man throws them to another woman. A game of keepings off begins.

Ryan is screaming, “Give them back. Please give them back.”

Meanwhile, his tiny soft dick is on display, and everyone at the party is now staring at it and laughing. Tom soon was in the

bushes with me, and before I could say anything, he had whipped my bikini bottoms down and was probing my slit with his fingers.

“God, you’re wet,” he whispers. “Does seeing Ryan humiliated turn you on?”

‘Oh shit, Tom’s right,’ I thought. ‘I love seeing Ryan suffer for his baby dick.’

Then I feel Tom’s cockhead pushing into my pussy to find my cunt. “Come on, fuck me,” I whispered hotly.

Tom’s cock slides inside me, and I can feel my cunt stretch around it. God, it feels so good to have a proper cock inside me again. It’s been too long. Tom starts thrusting his big cock into me, and I can feel it throbbing and hear him grunting under his breath behind me.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” Tom moans. “But probably still too loose for Shrimp.”

“You got that right,” I said. “Fuck that monster into me. I wanna feel it.”

Tom starts pounding me hard, and I reach under and start rubbing my clit. As Tom fills me with cock, I’m watching the scene around the pool, which has turned into a farce. Ryan’s shorts are flying around everywhere, followed by my pathetically bleating husband.

“Give them back! Give them back,” he’s shouting at the laughing partiers.

As he lunges to grab them, one of the men grabs his t-shirt from behind and, with the force of Ryan’s weight moving forward, rips it off my poor husband’s body. Ryan is now naked in front of thirty people, and to my surprise, I notice he has a boner. He isn’t even trying to hide it either. But the crowd doesn’t seem to see it’s a boner because my husband’s dick is that small. ‘I’m gonna have to get him to shave all that hair off so people can tell next time,’ I thought.

As all this percolates in my head, the feeling of Tom’s large cock sliding inside me makes me orgasm. “Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Oh, I’m cumming.”

“Dirty bitch,” Tom said, thrusting hard and fast into my spasming cunt. “You get off on seeing Ryan like this.”

I suddenly hear a woman shriek, “Holy shit, Ryan. I would never have thought you were that small. It’s like a baby’s dick.”

Riotous laughter ensues.
“Now I know why his friends call him Shrimp,” a man shouted.

The feeling of Tom’s thick cock slicing me open and seeing Ryan so helpless and ridiculed makes me climax again. The sexually charged atmosphere is intoxicating the whole party.

I hear another woman say, “I thought you were on the small side, Jason. But compared to Ryan here, you’re positively hung.”

Then Tom whispers, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it inside me,” I said. “I’m on the pill. Besides, I want Ryan to

eat it out of me later tonight.”

Several thrusts later, Tom’s cock is pumping my cunt full of semen. The force of his ejaculation pushes me into a final orgasm aided by the throbbing and pulsating of his cock. I never feel Ryan shoot inside my cunt, but Tom’s jizz is like a firehose. As my body shakes and waves of absolute pleasure radiated through me, I see Ryan has finally got his shorts back and runs into the house crying

like a little girl. What a night. Watching my husband be so humiliated was the biggest turn-on I have ever experienced, and I was keen for more.

Chapter 2

I took Ryan out to dinner with some friends from my work and their husbands. One couple had an episode with their daughter at school recently where the girl had a picture of her boyfriend’s erect cock on her cell phone, and they caught her with the image. My friend Janice showed me the offending image, and the size of the hard-on amazed me, mainly because he was only fourteen. The other part of this was that the boy in question was black. I always had this suspicion that my Ryan is a closet racist. Knowing him now as a pathetic small dick man, I don’t think he can afford to harbor such hate in his heart.

I bought the topic up at the dinner. “Hey, Janice. Is your daughter still seeing that guy with the big cock?”

There’s some muffled laughter as everyone knows about it except Ryan.

“Oh, yeah, she is,” Janice said with a glint of mischief in her eyes. “I wouldn’t mind seeing him myself.”

“Janice,” her husband Dan shouts with a grin. “The boy’s only fourteen. You’ll end up in jail.”

Janice leers. “There’s no harm in dreaming,” she said, and people at the table laughed.

Then my Ryan asks, “What is this about?”
“Didn’t Alexis tell you about it?” Dan asks and sips his wine.

“I thought I did,” I said, peering at Ryan, but he shakes his head. “Oh, sorry, honey,” I said. “Janice’s daughter has a boyfriend who has a gigantic cock, and they found a picture of it on Kelly’s phone. Why don’t you show him, Janice? I’m sure you still have it.”

“Yeah. Luckily, the kid didn’t show his face. Otherwise, they might arrest me for having it,” the brunette woman said, getting out her phone.

After scrolling through her pictures to find the offending photo, she hands the phone to Ryan.

My husband sneers. “It’s black,” he said, staring at the nine- inch black cock.

“So what?” Janice asks, frowning.
“Kelly is white. You let her date a black guy?”

There are gasps around the table. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Dan said, sitting forward aggressively. “Are you one of those Trump-loving rednecks, Ryan?”

“No, no, I didn’t mean anything,” Ryan said, blushing. He knows they caught him out on that score. “There’s no way a penis that big could belong to a fourteen-year-old. He’s sent her picture off the internet.”

I notice my husband is squirming in his seat. He’s a little sweaty, and his cheeks are flushing. Whenever penis size comes up in any conversation, he gets uncomfortable because he knows he has a small one.

One husband asks how big this black cock is as he also stares at it on the phone, and Janice says, “According to Kelly, it’s nine inches hard. My little girl has shocked me with this.”

The entire table burst out laughing, except Ryan, of course.

So, to make him feel even more embarrassed, I said, “Well, that’s over twice the size of Ryan’s little white dick.”

The crowd was laughing so hard; they were crying. Ryan smiled at the comment and tried to roll with it, but his face turns bright red at the announcement. God, I loved it. It gets me horny to see him this embarrassed about his pathetic baby dick.

One guy, through tears, pats Ryan on the back and shouts, “Dude, your secret is out.”

I said to Ryan, “I’m sorry, sweetie.” But I didn’t mean it. I loved it.

Another guy comes to Ryan’s aid and reminds them that it’s not the size of the boat but the motion of the ocean.

The laughter dies down until another lady adds, “Yeah, but you won’t get far in the Pacific Ocean in a bathtub. Amirite? Ladies, amirite?”

So, as the humiliation continues, I know Ryan is feeling less and less of a man. Finally, one wife says, “Alright guys, let’s leave poor Ryan alone now. Stop it. It’s only fair that the rest of you admit your hard size. I’m sure not every man here has a big cock.”

The table calms, and Ryan seems to settle too. Janice is right. From what I’ve read on the internet, the average is around six inches hard, so there’s bound to be men here who are under it. So, they go around the table and sheepishly admit their dick sizes.

“Eight inches hard,” Jason said.
“Seven and a half hard,” Peter confesses.

“I’m the same as Peter,” Kyle said with a self-satisfied grin. Finally, Dan said, “Six and a half inches hard.”

Their wives all confirmed with a nod at each size, and a few add a hand to indicate thickness. Ryan just sits frozen, his eyes bulging and mouth agape.

“What about you, Ryan? What’s your size?” Janice asks, smirking. My Ryan’s still frozen in what must be a nightmare for him.

I guess to be funny (or just because I was drunk), I said, “He’s four inches and proud of it.”

I then hold up a finger to indicate his thickness or thinness, I should say.

The table roars with laughter again as I move my hand around the table that ends in Ryan’s face as a ‘fuck you’ sign. Then I stand and stagger off to the bathroom. The rest of the women follow me, leaving Ryan with all the bigger cock men as they try to tell Ryan size doesn’t matter, and it’s what you do with it that counts, all the typical crap.

In the bathroom, as I sit to pee, Janice shouts from the other stall, “I’m so sorry, Alexis. Why didn’t you tell us?”

I sighed. “I felt embarrassed because I didn’t bother to check before we got married.”

One of my other friends called Marie shouts, “It’s not your fault. He tricked you. He put on all that no sex before marriage crap so you wouldn’t find out.”

“Yeah,” Janice said. “You have every right to feel let down. Four inches? Really.”

My friends don’t know that once I stopped peeing, I started to masturbate because outing Ryan and making him feel so embarrassed turned me on. My clit is rock hard, and I’m sliding my fingers over it and into my cunt.

“Yeah, he’s got a baby dick,” I said, humping my loins into my probing fingers. “And he cums in under a minute.”

There is laughter that drives me to rub and finger myself even harder. God, seeing and hearing the abuse Ryan suffered at the table is making me so hot. I picture his red face when I told the table about his little four inches and frig myself.

“I could never be with a man with such a small dick,” Marie said earnestly. “I don’t know how you do it. Now I know about your husband’s tiny manhood. I’ve lost all respect for him.”

“Oh yeah,” I moan softly, feeling my belly tighten as an orgasm approaches. “I feel the same,” I quickly add, so my friends are not suspicious of what I’m doing.

“What are you gonna do about it now?” Janice asks. “Will you divorce him? I know I would if I was you. Maybe I should set you up with Kelly’s boyfriend. If anyone needs a big black cock right now, it’s you.”

“Oh, God, yes,” I moaned as a mighty orgasm rocks my body.

My body shakes, and I hold my hand to my mouth so that I won’t give it away to my friends. I’m getting off in the stall next to them.

Janice laughs. “I like your style. If he doesn’t like it, he might leave you. Maybe you can cuckold him or something. Then it’s a problem solved, and you can get half his money in divorce court.”

I pull my fingers from my still spasming cunt and lick them clean. “Maybe you’re right,” I said. “But what if Ryan likes it?”

Marie said, “Then it’s win-win, I guess. You get a nice big cock to fuck, and he gets all the creampies he can eat.”

The women laugh. But I stand and pull my panties up. If we keep talking like this, I’ll need to masturbate again. I flush the toilet, and so do the others. Soon we’re back out eating dinner. Ryan didn’t say much for the rest of the night. I had seriously embarrassed him at the restaurant, so he didn’t speak to me for the rest of the week. That was until the new neighbors started moving in next door. Then he seemed to have a lot to say and not at all nice.

*****

Yes, things had cooled in our household. Ryan feels a little sad and lost over these recent events that seemed to center on the fact he has a tiny dick. That big macho personality I knew during our

engagement, is now gone, and he’s become a whiny little bitch. The actual Ryan has surfaced at last. The fact his humiliation turns me on so much makes me only want to set him up more and more. I love watching him react. I love hearing others insult him and see how weak he is as a result.

Then, a week after the dinner, I find him staring out the living room window. He hears me come in and turns to face me. A sneer planted firmly on his chubby face.

“You won’t believe this,” he said as if he had the worst thing in the world to tell me. “Next door has sold, and the new neighbors are moving in.”

I go to the curtain and gaze out to see a moving truck with large men carrying boxes and furniture into the house.

“That’s nice,” I said brightly. “That house has been empty for ages. It’ll be nice to have new neighbors.”

“But look at them.”

I glanced around, not understanding what had Ryan in such a mood. “What am I supposed to be looking at?” I asked.

“See that man in jeans and the red shirt?”

I noticed a beefy black guy in his early twenties. He’s cute and, judging by the bulge in his pants, definitely packing some big black cock. “Yeah? So what?”

Ryan sighs, annoyed. “That’s one of them. Our new neighbors are fucking black.”

I gasp. Turning to my husband, I said, “What have you got against black people, Ryan. Your racism disgusts me. I’m sure they’re nice people.”

“I-I’m not a racist,” he shouts, flushing. The poor man looks as if he might explode.

“Then why do you hate black people? That’s the very definition of racism.”

I stand with my arms across my chest, staring at my stupid husband. He stares back with such an angry face and eyes. Then he spins on his feet and stamps out of the room like a little bitch. ‘God, I don’t know how much more of this I can take,’ I thought. ‘Something better give soon, or I’m outta here.’

Then I turn to gaze out the window again and see it’s a family moving in next door. I decided to go out and say hello.

*****

After fixing my hair and makeup, I head out the door to the neighbor’s place. I took a frozen casserole I had over as a present to help them settle in. I don’t know where Ryan went, and I didn’t care. Walking up the neighbor’s driveway, I see a black man in his forties with a woman of similar age.

“Woo-hoo,” I said. “Hello, neighbors.” They smile at me with those big white teeth you see on black people. I stop and shake their hands. “Hi, I’m Alexis. I live in that house,” I said, pointing.

“Hi, Alexis,” the black man said. I have to say he was a bit of a hunk. Big build but not fat and a sexy smile. “I’m Ethan, and this is my wife, Chloe.”

Chloe is a pretty woman too. She looks like she works out and had big breasts and a curvy body. “Nice to meet you,” she said to me.

“I have this beef casserole, and I thought you might like it. It’s an old family recipe,” I said, and I hand it to Chloe.

“Oh, how lovely,” she said smiling. “I was just wondering what to do about lunch, and I think you have just given me the solution.”

“No worries,” I said. “Once you’ve eaten the casserole, you can leave the dish near my front door if no one is home. Where have you come from?”

Ethan said, “I just took a new job here at a sports management firm. We moved here from Atlanta.”

My eyes bulge playfully. “Wow, that’s a big move. I’m sure you’ll love it here once you settle in.”

“How long have you lived here?” Chloe asked politely.

“I’ve only lived on this street since I got married a few months ago. That’s my husband’s house. But I grew up in this city. My husband’s a lawyer, and I’m an executive assistant at a local TV station.”

“That’s nice,” Chloe said.

“I won’t keep you. I know you must have a lot of unpacking to do. If you need anything, just drop by. I’m happy to help.”

“Thanks Alexis. Will do. And thanks for the casserole.” “No problems,” I said, leaving them to do their thing.

As I’m walking into our front yard, I see movement at the curtain. Ryan had been watching the whole thing. ‘Good,’ I thought vindictively. ‘Let the racist asshole stew on that for a while. Who knows, I might even invite them over for dinner once they settle in. See how that makes the asshole squirm.’

*****

It only takes a week before I hear a knock on the front door and standing there is Chloe from next door with my casserole dish.

“Hi, Chloe,” I said with a smile. “All moved in now?”

She smiles, such a lovely lady. “Yes, thank you, Alexis. It helps when you have grown-up kids. Hey, thanks for the casserole. It was delicious.”

She hands me the dish, and I take it. “Oh, I’m glad you liked it. How’s Ethan settling into his new job?”

“Oh, he loves it.”

“Have you got time to come in for a coffee,” I said. “It’s my day off.”

“Sorry, no. I have an appointment in the city soon,” Chloe said warmly. “Maybe another time?”

“Sure, anytime.”

Chloe hesitates. “Um, we’re having a housewarming party next Saturday night, starting around seven with a BBQ. My husband does the best Georgia-style smoked BBQ. Anyway, I’d love to invite you and your husband....”

“Ryan,” I said.

“Yes, Ryan. Sorry, I forgot. Yes, we would love for you and Ryan to come since you’ve been so friendly. I promise you haven’t eaten BBQ until you’ve tasted Ethan’s. He’s won BBQ awards for his ribs and brisket.”

The opportunity to humiliate Ryan in front of my new neighbors just seems like an opportunity too good to pass. My pussy squirts into my panties at the very thought of it.

“We’ll be there,” I said, nodding. “Can I bring anything? I make a mean key lime pie.”

“Oh, that would be great,” Chloe said. “I can’t wait to get together to discuss cooking as you are great at it. I’ll see you and Ryan Saturday night then.”

“You bet,” I said, and to my surprise, Chloe grabs me and plants a big kiss on my cheek. ‘Oh, this is going to be fun,’ I thought, watching the sexy black woman leave. ‘What an ass.’

*****

“I’m not going,” Ryan said later that night when I told him of the invitation. “There’s no way you’ll get me there.”

“Don’t be so rude, little man,” I shouted at him. “The best way for you to overcome your racist views is to go and meet some black people. You’ll see they’re no different to anyone else.”

“I’m not fucking racist,” he screams at me, red-faced.

“Then prove it,” I said coldly. “Come to the housewarming party and show me that you’re not some Trump-voting fool.”

“I-I...” he stammers.

“If you don’t do this, then it’s over between us,” I said, staring at him through a deep frown. “I can’t be married to a racist. The choice is yours.”

I turn and go to leave, but he grabs my arm. “Don’t be like that,” he said. “I have my reasons for being like I am.”

I turn to him again. “Tell me what it is then,” I demand.

His face turns red. “I can’t. It’s too embarrassing. But I assure you it has nothing to do with their skin color.”

I cross my arms against my chest and stare at him as disdainfully as I can, and it works. Ryan breaks.

“OK, I’ll come to the party. Then you’ll see I’m not racist. OK?”

My face softens, and I smile. We hug and kiss. “You know you can tell me anything, Ryan,” I said. “I’m your wife.”

“I just had some bad experiences in college with some black guys,” he mumbles. “It’s always made me feel nervous about them.”

“What kind of experiences?”

“I don’t wanna say. It’s ancient history now. But I know not all black people are like them,” he said. “From what you’ve told me about our neighbors, they sound like decent people. I’m sure I’ll like them.”

I’m intrigued now. I wonder what these black guys in college might have done to Ryan. Some locker room or dorm hazing, maybe. Given Ryan’s tiny dick, maybe they bullied him about it. I know this kind of thing happens. Still, I’m glad he’s coming to the housewarming. I’m sure nothing much will happen there. I decide to call one of Ryan’s college buddies who just happens to be Tom, the one I fucked at the pool party while Ryan was publicly humiliated.

*****
“Hey, sexy, do you miss my cock already,” he answers the phone.

‘Such an arrogant man,’ I thought with a sexy shiver. ‘A true alpha with the cock to match.’

“Hi, Tom. That was fun, wasn’t it? But no, I’m calling about Ryan,” I said sweetly. “You went to college with him, right?”

“Yeah, we were both sorority pledges at Alpha,” he said thoughtfully. “We got to know each other over the pledge week, but poor Ryan didn’t get in. I did, though.”

‘I bet you did, you big cock stud,’ I thought. ‘Alpha was where you belonged, and still do.’

“But you stayed friends?” I asked.

“Yeah, I felt sorry for him and thought he was a good guy.” That intrigued me. Tom felt sorry for Ryan. “Why did you feel sorry for him?”

“Pledge week in those days was brutal, not compared to the politically correct versions of today. Ryan wasn’t the only one who didn’t make it. If those guys smelt any weakness on you, it was over.”

“That doesn’t answer my question about why you felt sorry for him,” I pressed.

Tom hesitates. “I don’t wanna break the bro-code, Alexis,” he said. “Why does it matter anyway? It’s all in the deep dark past.”

“You didn’t mind breaking the bro-code when you fucked me the other week. So, get over yourself,” I said sarcastically.

“I guess not.” “Come on, tell me.”

Tom sighs heavily on the phone. “They dropped him because they didn’t think he was man enough if you know what I mean.” I’m getting frustrated by this conversation. “No, I don’t,” I said.

There’s another sigh. “Ryan’s cock,” Tom said glumly. “They considered it too small. Sorority members had to be at least seven inches hard, and as you know, old Ryan doesn’t even come close to that.”

“Was that all?” I asked. “When Ryan mentioned it, I got the feeling something else happened.”

Tom groans. “Why do you wanna know this shit? It isn’t nice.”

“Which is why you felt sorry for him,” I accused. “Yes.”

“If you don’t stop stalling, I’ll tell Ryan we had sex,” I said, trying to push Tom to tell me the truth.

“Don’t do that,” he said, sounding shocked. “OK, I’ll tell you.

But promise me you won’t tell Ryan you know. He’ll die of embarrassment.”

“You have my word,” I said softly.

“OK. It’s pretty fucked up, but you asked for it,” Tom said with a shaky voice. “There were these jocks that found out Ryan had a small penis. They started bullying him about it.”

“Were they black?” I asked, feeling a twitch in my pussy. “Yes, how did you know?” Tom asks.

“An educated guess,” I said. “Go on.”

“Well, you’ve seen pictures of Ryan from those days. He was kinda cute in a feminine way if you know what I mean.” “Uh-huh.”

“These black guys took it too far, and they made Ryan do sexual stuff to them. Blowjobs and the like. They even made him wear female clothes and underwear at times. I found out about a year after he failed to get into the sorority. I found it so fucked-up I got my friends together, and we confronted the jocks.”

“Jesus. What happened?” I asked, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.

“We went to this place they liked to hang out, and there’s Ryan naked on his knees in front of this black guy and sucking his big cock like a pro.” Tom pauses to take a breath. This information is difficult for him to get out. “I shouted, ‘Ryan if you don’t want this, then come with us now.’ The black guys suddenly started shouting at us to mind our own business and fuck off. But I could see poor Ryan was scared shitless. He wasn’t doing this because he wanted to. They were forcing him.”

I slide my hand down my panties and start rubbing my clit. The story intrigues and excites me. “Ryan was their sex slave?” I ask, feeling my pleasure grow.

“They said he was their sissy slut. Poor Ryan had a wig on and makeup on his face. He had a garter belt and stockings with high-heeled shoes. That was all Ryan was wearing. Other than that, he was naked. I knew we had to get him outta there. So, yeah, a fight broke out.”

“What did Ryan do while you were fighting?” I ask, sliding my fingers inside my cunt. I’m now finger fucking myself in earnest.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Tom asks, obviously taken aback by my question.

“Did he keep sucking the black cock or try to run away?”

“He...He,” Tom hesitates. “I think he kept sucking the cock.” The realization makes his voice sound stunned. “But after we got him outta there, he said they were forcing him with blackmail material and violence. Ryan was worried it would come out, but it didn’t.”

“Mmmmm, they were blackmailing him over his baby dick?” I said with obvious pleasure.

“Is this turning you on, Alexis?” Tom asks. “Yes, I’m fingering myself while you tell me.” Tom chuckles. “You’re one nasty woman.” “You bet,” I said, tweaking my clit.

Tom sighs. “They were raping him, Alexis.”

“Do you think so? I know that’s what he probably told you to make you feel sorry for him. To cover what he was doing to his homophobic white friends. I bet you all believed it in a heartbeat cos those guys were black.”

“What rubbish. It had nothing to do with those guys being black. Ryan was our friend. We had no reason to doubt his story.”

“But you said it yourself, the blackmail material never came out.”

“So?” Tom said stiffly.

“So, that means there never was any blackmail material, and Ryan was doing it willingly,” I said, feeling a small orgasm wash over me.

The thought of Ryan giving himself to those jocks as their fuck toy is turning me on. I wish Ryan had told me about this side of his personality. This sissy side of Ryan is something I could work with in the right circumstances.

“Well, you can believe what you want,” Tom said defensively. “I was there. I know what went down.”

“Ryan went down,” I said, picturing him with a black cock sliding down his throat. I climaxed again, not an earth- shattering orgasm, just another small one.

“Don’t you dare tell him I told you about this,” Tom growled. “I don’t know what game you’re playing with Ryan. Just keep me out of it.”

Tom ends the call abruptly. I don’t mind. I just want to picture my husband on his knees dressed as a girl sucking cock. I soon bring myself to another climax. As my body cools down, I start thinking about the BBQ next door on Saturday. A house full of what will

probably be black people. I wonder if it might bring out Ryan’s sissy submissiveness that he’s tried so hard to hide for all these years.

I don’t know our new neighbors well enough to expect anything other than good wholesome fun. But part of me wishes for more. I decided that while we’re at the party, I will keep a close eye on Ryan just to see how he acts and behaves. I can’t wait for Saturday night.

Chapter 3

Come Saturday evening, we go next door to our new neighbor’s housewarming party. I made a key lime pie as I volunteered, and Ryan carried over a gift wrapped in shiny white paper with a pink ribbon.

“Now make sure you behave,” I warned my husband, who’s dressed in jeans and a polo.

“Just don’t embarrass me like you have been a lot lately,” Ryan said with a pout. “The new neighbors don’t need to know about how big my cock is, honey.”

I chuckled. “You call it a cock? How quaint?” I said, making him wince.

“That’s what I’m talking about; I don’t know what’s come over you lately.”

“OK, I promise I won’t say anything that might embarrass your male pride,” I said, rolling my eyes.

There’s music playing the sounds of happy people chatting in the neighbor’s backyard. We enter the house as the front door is wide open, and I go to the kitchen to see Chloe and her nineteen-year-old daughter busy making salads.

“Hi Chloe,” I shout, and they both stop and gaze at us.

“Oh, hey, Alexis and Ryan, welcome to our home,” Chloe said smiling. “This is my daughter Taylor.”

“Hi, Alexis and Ryan,” Taylor said in a sweet voice.

“Nice to meet you, Taylor,” I said. “Your mom told me you’ve transferred to college here.”

“Yes, it’s been quite a move.”

Then I notice Ryan staring at the teen. I can’t blame him. She is a natural beauty and reminded me of the young actress Priah Ferguson who’s about the same age. I nudge him in the side, and he comes to his senses.

“Um, nice to meet you both,” Ryan said, blushing a bit. “Alexis has told me all about you.”

“Damn, that pie looks delicious,” Chloe said. “Why don’t you give that to me, and you two go out and get you some great Georgia-style BBQ. There are drinks out there too.”

I hand the pie to Chloe, asking, “Are you sure I can’t help in any way? You looked swamped.”

Chloe turns to Taylor and says, “I told you these were good people,’ and her daughter nods and smiles. “Maybe take Ryan out and introduce him to Ethan, then come back. That would be great.”

I did just that. Ethan and his two sons were very gracious. The oldest is a hunky twenty-two-year-old called Caleb, while the other had just turned eighteen named James. As I left, I saw Ethan stacking a large plate in Ryan’s hands with delicious- looking pork ribs while Caleb was opening a beer for him. The

smells in the backyard were terrific. These people know how to put on a spread.

As I was working in the kitchen near an open window, I can see and hear Ryan chatting politely to a few guests. There is a mixture of ethnicities here, but the majority of the people at this party are black. I can hear one of the female guests talking about a TV show called Embarrassing Bodies. She asks Ryan if he has ever seen it.

“Um, yes I have,” he said. “I’m quite a fan.”
‘News to me,’ I thought as I chopped some carrots.
The woman asks, “What was your favorite one?” It seems she

doesn’t believe him.

“Hmm, let me see,” Ryan begins. “Oh, I know. There was this one where they had three bowls of condoms. One had Magnums XXL, one had average ones, and the last had snug fit condoms for the smaller chap. They asked a group of guys which ones they would choose for themselves.”

A man said, “Oh, I think I remember that one.” “What happened?” the woman asks.

Ryan chuckles. “Of course, they all started shouting they need the bowl with the magnums. While some ladies were shouting, there’s no way these guys would ever fit a magnum.”

“I love it,” the woman said.

Intrigued as to why Ryan would relay this story, I ducked out without him noticing to listen more closely.

He then said, “The program went on to give the lads different-sized bananas to roll the condom over to illustrate the importance of selecting the right-sized condom. One lad had a large condom but a small banana.”

I suddenly shouted to the group, “That’s what your dick would look like with a large condom on it, honey.”

Ryan blushes a bright red as the others burst out laughing.

“You would definitely need the ‘Small’ bowl, wouldn’t you darling,” I add for good measure.

“Well, I think more like the medium ones,” Ryan mumbles back, his face red.

I exaggeratedly shake my head. “No, dear, average-sized would be about six inches. You’re nowhere near that.”

Ryan turns to me and glares. He’s almost snarling; he’s so angry. I know I promised not to oust him, but I just couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. The way everyone stared at him while I just told everyone his deepest secrets like it was nothing made him furious.

He puts his plate down. “If you’ll all excuse me, I need to go to the toilet,” and with that, he went back into the house. I hadn’t realized that Caleb heard the whole thing, and not long after, followed my husband. I returned to the kitchen and resumed helping, but I couldn’t help feeling bad about breaking my promise.

To Chloe, I said, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Sure, Alexis. There’s one in that hallway to your left. If that one is busy, go upstairs and use any toilet you can find empty.”

The one in the downstairs hall was busy, and Ryan wasn’t the occupier. So, I headed upstairs.

*****

As I’m moving down the upstairs hall, I hear a deep manly voice say, “What the fuck are you doing, asshole?”

“I hear Ryan’s voice mumble something, and I sneak closer to see Caleb standing with his hands on his hips, glowering at Ryan, who has a pair of panties to his nose. ‘Oh God, he’s in Taylor’s room sniffing her panties,’ I thought. ‘Caleb is gonna kick his ass.’

Ryan dropped the pink panties on the bed and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any harm. They were just there.”

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” Caleb growls. “Small dick white guys like you can’t help yourselves.”

Ryan shudders. “I’m not small,” he said.
“Not according to your wife.”
“She’s a lying bitch,” Ryan shouts.
I almost go in there and give him a piece of my mind when

Caleb suddenly steps forward and puts his hand on Ryan’s shoulder.

“It’s OK,” he said in a softer tone. “I know what you are. You don’t need to hide it from me.”

“Stop it,’ Ryan said. “I’m not like that.”

“Oh yes you are,” Caleb said smoothly. “Why don’t you show me? I know you want to. I know you need it.”

I’m confused. I have no idea what Caleb is talking about and why Ryan agrees with the big black man.

“But if anyone finds out,” Ryan whispers. “I won’t tell.”

My husband nods and undoes his pants. Soon his jeans and boxers lie at his ankles, and Caleb is staring down at Ryan’s soft flaccid dick. I have to stop myself from gasping, lest they hear me. Those big black fingers start fondling Ryan’s nub, and surprisingly quickly, that dick is hard. The black man strokes it a few times for good measure.

“That’s a nice clit you have, sissy,” Caleb said in manly seduction. “But why do you have all this hair?”

Ryan shrugs. “Alexis wanted me to shave it off, but I refused just to fuck with her. She’s been such a bitch lately,” he said weakly.

“Go into my sister’s bathroom and use her hair removal cream. Not just there, but all over your body,” Caleb orders. “I’m sure you know what to do.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ryan said.

“Good girl. You can use her shower to wash it off. Then find me. Just don’t go jerking off in my sister’s panties, OK?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Caleb turns toward the door, and I quickly duck into his parent’s room and hide, and thankfully he doesn’t see me. I return to the other room to see Ryan is gone, and he’s shut the door to Taylor’s bathroom. ‘What the fuck is he doing in there,’ I wonder? ‘Is he really going to remove all his hair? I just don’t understand this.Why did he call Caleb Daddy?’

*****

Ryan’s now locked away in Taylor’s bathroom, so I decide the best way to keep an eye on what was happening here is to watch Caleb.

After all, Caleb told Ryan to inform him when he’s completed the depilating. I thought back to what Tom said to me about Ryan’s college days. ‘It can’t be that sort of thing,’ I thought, ‘Ryan’s as straight as they come now.’

So soon after, I was back in the kitchen chatting merrily with Chloe and Taylor as we prepared the last food needed for the BBQ. There are many people here now, and it surprised me because the Clayton’s hadn’t been in the city long. I soon learned they had many relatives here, which was one of the reasons Ethan decided to accept the job. I also noticed more than a few sportsmen and women, probably from his firm. These athletes aren’t famous, but still minor celebrities in their own right.

Soon enough, Ryan emerges back at the party, and he goes to Caleb and talks to him. A group of people surrounds them, so I grab a plate of some ribs and head over. They were all laughing, though not Ryan.

“What’s so funny?” I ask, glancing around. “What did I miss?”

Taylor is there grinning. “Oh, my cousin here was just telling us about her experiences on the local nude beach.”

“I didn’t even know we had one here,” I said, amused.

In her thirties, a large black woman starts to talk about the penises she saw at the nudist beach. She’s making comparisons with the objects on a nearby table, and all of us are laughing (except Ryan), seeing her grab glasses, bottles and showing sizes on the nude beach.

Then, she said, “And then I saw this white guy with a tiny penis. It was funny because it was like an acorn. When he came out from the water, only the head was visible, like a low belly button, and he was married too. How can this be possible?”

The woman continues describing the shrinking, the small balls, the other nudist’s derogatory glances at it, and small dick signs done behind his back. Then she asked what we thought. Everyone started to laugh, making lurid and nasty comments.

“I can’t imagine how a man could walk around on a nudist beach with a baby dick, like that one you described,” Taylor said and grimaces. “Aren’t they ashamed? What are they trying to show if they have no cock? Go swim at the regular beach with swim trunks on and leave us alone. And his wife? What can she feel when they’re in bed fucking? I’d never marry a baby dick man.”

I chimed in, saying, “If you wanna get married, make sure you check it out before you walk down the aisle. Many a woman has been fooled into that, believe me.” Then staring straight at Ryan, I

said, “There’s nothing more heartbreaking for a woman than to discover her new husband has a baby dick on her wedding night.”

People laugh.

“It’d never happen to me,” the cousin said with a grin. “That’s cos you’re a slut,” Taylor said, causing laughter. The cousin is unperturbed. “Any guy who insists on no sex before marriage is hiding a tiny cock, in my opinion,” she said proudly.

Ryan is flushing again. For the second time tonight, I’ve ridiculed him for his failings as a man. Although a little more indirectly this time, he knew I was talking about him.

Suddenly, Caleb said, “Hey, Ryan, I need to go get some more drinks. Will ya help me?”

“Um, sure,” Ryan said and follows the big black man out.

I soon excused myself from the group and followed the pair. Naturally, they didn’t go anywhere near the drinks but back upstairs to Taylor’s bedroom. I hide in the hallway and watch what they do next.

*****

“I figured your wife was talking about you,” Caleb said in his deep masculine voice.

“Yes, Daddy,” Ryan said, head bowed.

“Do you like it when she humiliates you like that?” “Sometimes. I know Alexis feels let down because of my dick.

She thinks I lied to her.”
Caleb raises his eyebrows. “Did you?”
Ryann shrugs. “Maybe by omission,” he said. “I do love her,

and I hoped we could work it out together.” “Did you depilate all over like a good sissy?” Ryan nods. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Show me. Take your clothes off.”

My husband glances toward the door but doesn’t see me. “What if someone comes up here?”

“Too bad for you,” Caleb said with such an air of powerful masculinity that it prompts Ryan to undress immediately.

Caleb has such a powerful physical presence. A muscular physique and dark eyes. Damn, even I would have undressed for him at that

point if Caleb so commanded me. My husband pulls his pants down, and I see he is wearing Taylor’s dirty pink panties.

“I never told you to put those on,” Caleb said, shaking his head. “Take them off now.”

Within a moment, the panties are off with the rest of his clothes, and I see my husband’s bald dick. I want to laugh. Removing his pubic hair didn’t make his dick look bigger. It actually highlighted it was small. It made his genitals look like a prepubescent boy. Caleb starts to caress it, making it hard, then plays with Ryan’s small balls.

‘Damn, you sissy bitches make me horny,” Caleb said hotly. “I think it’s time you showed me how much you’re mine now.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ryan said, lowering to his knees.

Caleb lowers the elastic of his dark pants, revealing a considerable bulge underneath gray, tight cotton boxers. He moves closer. Ryan doesn’t resist as a strong hand takes hold of the back of his head, pressing his face against the bulge. My husband takes a deep breath through his nose, undoubtedly smelling the sweat, sperm, and the faint odor of piss—the musk of a real man. Ryan starts touching himself. He can’t help it.

Caleb snorts a short, mocking laugh. But I see him harden underneath his boxers. His manhood is pressing against my naked husband’s face, only separated by a thin layer of cotton. Then the boxers are gone, too, and Ryan is staring at the black man’s impressive, throbbing cock. The head glistens with pre- cum. It smells intense and animalistic, even from my vantage point.

It’s a big cock too. It looks around nine inches long. Caleb’s pubes appear trimmed. The cockhead is purple, and the shaft is dark with a thick vein running up it. Caleb’s balls hang all wrinkly and large. ‘Caleb has a man’s cock,’ I thought. Glancing over to Ryan, his little white stiffy seems so pathetic. Seeing this stark comparison really rammed home the uselessness of my husband.

A moment of confused panic scuttles across Ryan’s face. The hand at the back of his head stays firm, his other hand closes on Ryan’s head. Ryan’s lips, guided slowly but firmly, touch the black alpha man’s glossy cockhead. Finally giving up all resistance, Ryan parts his lips. The cock slides inside.

The big black cock fills Ryan’s entire mouth, sliding back and forth, first carefully, then in a steadier rhythm; slippery with saliva and pre-cum; domineering, but not violent. He closes his eyes, giving himself up to the moment. I have to admit I can tell this isn’t the first cock Ryan has ever sucked. He just seems to respond in all the right ways.

Caleb’s movements are surprisingly gentle. The stud didn’t ram the whole of his massive manhood down my husband’s throat. Instead, he eased himself a little deeper with each thrust. This man could hurt Ryan if he wanted, but he wasn’t. Ryan doesn’t gag when Caleb’s cock finally hits him in the back of his throat. My husband can deep throat, and it amazes me. I can feel my pussy getting wet watching my naked husband on his knees sucking a superior man’s cock.

The quick face fucking goes on for around ten minutes when Caleb suddenly grunts and holds Ryan’s face to his belly. All nine inches of alpha cock stuffed my husband’s throat. After a low moan, I know the intense thick flavor of semen is flooding Ryan’s mouth. The sensation must have overpowered him, and Ryan climaxes into a hand cupped under his baby boner. He let loose a gurgling groan, still containing Caleb’s big black cock.

Caleb remains like this for a while, then pulls out. He wipes his dripping cock off Ryan’s cheek, then pulls up his pants and tucks everything back into place.

“Damn, girl, you know your way around a cock,” Caleb said. “Now eat those sissy juices for me.”

Ryan licks his hand clean while Caleb smirks. The black man then goes over to a set of drawers, pulls some things out, and hands them to my husband. I see its red lacy panties and a bra, and a

pair of red thigh-high stockings. Ryan stares at them with a glint of excitement in his eyes.

“Put these on,” Caleb orders. “Wear your jeans and shirt over them for now. Then come find me in about forty-five minutes.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ryan said softly.
“Good girl, I gotta get back to the party now.”

Realizing Caleb is about to leave, I quickly duck into Chloe and Ethan’s room again to hide. Then I sneak back out to find Ryan is again in Taylor’s bathroom. I head back down to the party, my pussy, and brain buzzing. My husband just sucked a cock like it was nothing. I felt like I had never really known him. The Ryan I met who was macho, and fun has gone from that to a wimp with a small dick. Now he’s a cocksucking sissy slut. I needed a drink badly.

*****

I’m sitting out the backyard with a gin and tonic when I see Ryan come out. He seems no different with his male clothes on, but I know he’s depilated all his body hair and is now wearing lingerie under his clothes. I examine him closely, and to my surprise, he seems happier. More confident. He’s talking to people freely. I just watched Ryan deep throat nine inches of black cock. I don’t think

I could even do that. I feel anger in the pit of my stomach and decide I need to put him back in his place.

I’m walking toward my husband when a drunk Taylor stumbles into the group of people with whom he’s talking. She’s standing there with a smirk on her face. I’ve come to realize Chloe’s daughter is very loud and self-confident with a body to match and likes to wear skimpy tops and short skirts, with her breasts straining through for all to see.

“Is it true then?” she asks Ryan, suppressing her laughter. “Is what true?” Ryan asks with raised eyebrows.

She waggled her little finger at him and said, “That you’re, err, a little small down there?”

“That’s none of your business,” Ryan said with a pronounced pout.

Her smirk makes him blush. “Alexis says you are,” the black teen responds, and with that, she adds, “Let’s see, shall we?” Suddenly, she pulls Ryan’s jeans forward and thrusts her hand down his pants, and fumbles around down there. The partiers standing nearby gasp and laugh at Taylor’s forthrightness.

“Oh my God,” Taylor shouts wide-eyed. “It’s like a little boy’s dick.”

“It’s not that small, and Alexis doesn’t mind,” Ryan said with a wobbly chin.

Taylor isn’t listening, though. The teen pulls her hand out of my husband’s pants and turns to see me standing there, drink in hand.

“Hey, Alairksis,” she shouts at me, drunk off her tits. “What, Taylor?” I ask with a smirk.

“Your husbin has an iddy biddy baby boy dick. Do you reelli hit dat thing?”

“Not if I can help it,” I said, and Taylor bursts out laughing. Then Chloe takes Taylor into the house and scolds the teen for being such a mean drunk. Ryan is staring at me again. His eyes are cold and angry. I know I’m going to cop it big when we get home tonight. Ryan turns and goes into the house, and I know I must follow him because not long after, Caleb is going inside too. They’re up to something. I just know it.

*****

I go upstairs and hear Chloe getting Taylor into bed. The sexy teen’s night is over, and it’s not even twelve yet. Chloe is not very happy with her daughter either. I keep tiptoeing down the hallway until I came to another room I think must belong to Caleb. The

door is open a crack, so I peek inside, and to my surprise, Ryan is again in front of Caleb, only dressed in Taylor’s lingerie.

“Do you know how to apply makeup?” Caleb asks Ryan. “Yes, Daddy,” he said.

“I got this shit outta my moms’ room. She sells it to her friends. I got one of her wigs too. Go into my bathroom and get yourself looking the way you should, sissy. Then we can have some real fun.”

Ryan takes up the case of Mary K cosmetics and the blonde wig and goes into the bathroom. Caleb lies on the bed and starts playing with his phone. I hear some noise and duck into the nearest door, which just happens to be a closet—peeking through the cracks, I see Chloe leaving Taylor’s room and heading back downstairs. ‘God, this has been the weirdest night of my life,’ I thought. I was spying on my naughty husband while acting as if everything was cool at the party. Something tells me if Chloe or Ethan gets wind of all this, any chance of having friendly neighbours’ is over.

Ryan is wearing Taylor’s underwear. That alone is enough for Ethan to call the cops. But just why Caleb has taken such an interest in Ryan in this way still baffles me. The black stud could have anyone, even me. I’d gladly spread my legs and let that monster cock ruin my pussy. As I wait, I have to admit I’m feeling very shaky and nervous.

Chapter 4

It seems to take forever, but Ryan emerges from the bathroom, and Caleb sees him and smiles. I gasp because my husband is now wearing a blonde wig, he has full makeup on, and his nails are pink. He’d even stuffed the bra, so it looks like he has breasts, If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Caleb had a pretty white plump girl in his room, not my pathetic husband. I’m staring at this spectacle in utter disbelief. Caleb has turned my husband into a woman in the space of a few hours. Ryan had even plucked his eyebrows, so they look feminine.

‘Damn, girl. You look hot,” Caleb said in his masculine drawl.

“Thanks, Daddy,” Ryan said, blushing. “It makes me happy to please you.”

The black man takes several pictures of Ryan on his phone. “Pull the front of those panties down so I can get some shots with your sissy clit in it.”

I am shocked at just how easily Ryan obeys. With his now bald genitals on display, Caleb takes many photos.

“Do you wanna have some fun with it before I take dat sissy pussy?” Caleb asks.

“Oh? What do you have in mind, Daddy?”

Caleb smirks. “Wait here,” he said and got off the bed, and leaves the room.

I have to pull the closet door closed just before he sees me. I watch him go into Taylor’s room. Then I’m staring at my husband in lingerie, a wig, and makeup. Ryan is smiling. He’s enjoying this weird sexual game he’s playing with Caleb. It shocks me, as after Tom told me about what happened in college, I came to the same conclusion: those black jocks forced him to do it. Now I’m staring at the truth of it all. Ryan loves being a sissy. He loves dressing in women’s clothes and becoming a submissive slut for well-hung alpha men.

I hear voices coming from Taylor’s room, and I can barely understand what they’re saying.

“Get out of my shit,” Taylor’s drunk voice yells. “I’m just borrowing it,” Caleb said.

“To use on your new sissy whore. I don’t want no baby dick white girl in my clothes.”

“Aw, come on. You know how much I love this game.” Taylor snorts. “The game sucks. You pick out a white man and see if you can sissify him in a night. What’s poor Alexis gonna think of what you’re doing to her husband.”

“Shush. Keep your voice down,” Caleb said them mumbles something I can’t hear.

The door opens, and out walks Caleb holding a black dress and some shoes. As he shuts the door, Taylor shouts, “You’ll never get away with it. People will notice.”

“Shut up,” Caleb said with a frown. “Don’t take it out on me that mom banished you to your room before midnight. Learn how to hold your liquor, bitch,” and with that, he closes the door.

I hear him stomp down the hallway and go back into his room, so I open the closet door a crack to see what’s happening. The big black man hands the clothing to Ryan. A black dress and stiletto shoes.

“Put this on,” he said. “Let’s go and see if anyone recognizes you.”

Ryan grimaces. “Alexis will, for sure. I’ll be in big trouble.” “Do you wear her clothes?”

“When she’s out, I sometimes put on her lingerie and makeup and prance around.”

I gasp, and my eyes bulge. They must’ve heard me as both turn to gaze in my direction. I quickly duck back from the crack in the closet door, holding my hand over my mouth. Caleb steps forward and shuts the bedroom door. Still, I feel horrified. All this time, Ryan was wearing my panties, and god knows what else while I wasn’t home. This crossdressing is not something that just happened back in college. My husband is a closet sissy. He has been all along. The irony of that thought, while I’m hiding in a closet, makes me giggle. I decide to head back downstairs to see what happens.

*****

“Alexis, I thought you must’ve gone home?” Chloe said as I enter the backyard.

The DJ is playing loud hip-hop music, and people are dancing.

I smile. “No, I, ah, got a phone call, so I went out front to take it. It’s too noisy out here.”

“Oh, I hope everything’s alright?”

“Yeah, nothing urgent,” I said. I glance around, and the backyard is full of people now. “Where did all these people come from?” I asked.

“Some friends arrived late, but the rest have come from the street,” Chloe chirped. “The whole neighborhood is here. Isn’t that great?”

She’s right, and I can see my nearest neighbors, and I start to worry because they have known Ryan for many years. Ryan, who’s about to come down dressed as a woman to mingle at the party. ‘They’re in for one helluva shock,’ I thought.

“Where’s Ryan?” Chloe suddenly asks me.

I shrug. “Not sure. He’s been hanging out with Caleb for most of the night. I think I made him angry, so he’s giving me the cold shoulder.”

“With Caleb?” Chloe asks with raised eyebrows. “You might wanna keep him away from Caleb.”

Although I think I know the answer already, I ask, “Oh, why?”

Chloe just smirks. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “He’ll be fine.” Then she pats my arm and walks away before I can ask her anything else.

‘Looks like this game is common knowledge with the family,’ I thought. ‘Is Caleb gay? No, I don’t think he is. He’s just....’ Then it hits me. ‘Caleb’s a BULL. He’s a fucking bull. That means he’s using Ryan to get to me. Caleb wants to fuck me, so he’s sissy cuckolding Ryan to make that happen.’

The only thing is Caleb doesn’t know I’m onto him. That’s my ace in the hole right there. I head into the party and spot several of my neighbors chatting and drinking. They welcome me and ask where Ryan is, and I say I lost him somewhere. I’m biding my time for the big reveal, not sure what I may do yet. I keep glancing to the back of the house, waiting for Caleb and Ryan to appear. The suspense is killing me, and I have to admit I’m in a good spot to watch without them noticing me.

Another ten minutes goes by, and they emerge. Caleb, tall and muscular, fucking hot to be honest, comes out with a shortish blonde woman on his arm. I stare with bulging eyes, and it’s tough to tell it’s my Ryan. The stilettos make him taller, and the female getup and makeup hide any masculine features he had. I edge closer but keep myself obscured from sight so I can overhear any conversations. Ethan, Caleb’s dad, comes over with a frown on his dark, handsome face.

“I told you not to pull this shit tonight, Caleb,” he retorted. Then the man gazes at Ryan and smiles. “I’m sorry, Ryan. Maybe you should go home before things get out of hand. Before Alexis sees you like this.”

‘Out of hand,’ I thought dumbfounded. ‘I think we’ve gone way past that.’

“My name is Cindy,” Ryan said in a high-pitched feminine voice. “I’m Caleb’s date tonight.”

Ethan stares at my husband with a deep frown. “OK, Cindy, if that’s how you wanna play it,” he said, shaking his head.

“Don’t say you weren’t warned or given a chance to leave. Be it on your own head.”

Ethan leaves in a huff, and Caleb leads Cindy into the crowd of guests. I swear the whole neighborhood is here, possibly three hundred people. Everyone we know is here. I feel sick but follow from a distance, hiding behind groups of partying people to a group of his friends, including his younger brother James.

“Hey, Caleb, so you did it,” James said and laughs. “It wasn’t hard,” Caleb said with a wink.

The others don’t understand the context of Caleb and James’ discussion. One black guy asks, “Hey, who’s your hot friend?” “This is Cindy. Cindy, meet Garth.”

“Hi, Garth,” Ryan said with a smile.

“Hey, Babe,” Garth said. “What do you do for a living?” Ryan swallows and glances up at Caleb, who nods. Then after clearing his throat, Ryan said, “I’m an escort.”

The men all burst out laughing. Garth, though, is a little taken aback. “An escort? Damn, Caleb, you got some balls. All this fine MILF pussy here just begging for black meat, and you bring an escort.”

“She’s my party favor,” Caleb said with a nod. “She’s giving out free blowjobs to anyone who wants one.”

“Damn, I want one,” Garth said with a leer.

The other men all say they want a blowjob too. I really can’t believe my ears.

“OK, in the garden shed,” Caleb said, pointing to a shed behind the garage. “No fucking her, though, just a blowjob.”

Another black man asks, “Will she swallow?”

“Does she do it raw?” James asks, leering.

Caleb nods. “No condoms, and she’ll swallow every load you give her.”

‘Damn, I’m first,” Garth said and took Ryan by the hand. “I haven’t cum in two weeks, so my balls are full.”

Caleb puts his hands on Garth and stops him. “You don’t touch her or undress her. All you get is a blowjob, nothing else.”

“I got it, man. It’s not like this is the first escort you’ve ever done this with, right? I know you wanna save Cindy’s pussy for yourself.” Caleb lets Garth go, and the eager man pulls Ryan along. “C’mon, Cindy. I got some dark meat that needs smoking.”

*****

I follow them to the garden shed, an old wooden structure that has loose cladding. I find a knothole and bend to use it as a peephole. It’s dark inside, so it’s hard to make out anything clearly. I can see Ryan standing there as Garth rubs my husband’s hand over the crotch of his jeans.

“You’re making me hard.” He continues to move Ryan’s hand up and down on his jeans. “Caleb always finds the best cocksuckers. Do you always swallow? I thought escorts didn’t do that, let alone suck a cock without a condom on it.”

“Yes, I always swallow,” Ryan said in his feminine voice. “Fuck, yeah. You must like your work, eh, slut?”

Ryan nods. Garth then quickly unsnaps his jeans. He continues moving Ryan’s hand up and down his crotch. He then moves it higher, and when he slides it down, he pushes Ryan’s hand into his underwear. Now my husband’s hand is on his cock.

“That’s all you're doing, slut,” Garth said hotly. “I want you to see how hard you’re making me.” He drops his jeans and underwear, wraps Ryan’s hand around his black cock, and starts making him stroke it. “Can you see how hard it is?”

“It’s so dark in here. I can’t see much,” Ryan said, stroking that big black cock still.

He pushes Ryan into the corner of the garden shed. I have to change holes to see what’s happening.

“Can you see how hard it is?” Ryan said, “Yes, I can see it.”

Garth continues to use Ryan’s hand to stroke his cock. I can just imagine feeling the heat this massive black cock radiates and its smoothness.

“I can feel how hard you are,” Ryan said. “And how big.” “But I want you to see how hard it is.”

After saying that, Garth placed both hands on Ryan’s shoulders and pushed down. My husband didn’t resist. He soon finds himself kneeling in front of Garth’s black cock.

He asks again, “Can you see how hard it is now? You need to be closer.”

Garth moves closer, and his cock touches Ryan’s lips. I didn’t know what to do. Burst in there and stop it, or just let it happen.

“I want you to feel how hard and hot it is for you, Cindy,” Garth said hotly. “Maybe one day soon I can hire your services for a fuck. What do you think?”

“I’d like that,” Ryan said sweetly.

I can see the pressure of Garth’s cock on Ryan’s lips as he begins to push, and it slips into my husband’s mouth. The black man

started sliding it in and out and asked, “Do you feel how hard and hot it is?”

Ryan answers the best he can with a mouthful of black cock, “Mmmmm.”

The alpha continues to slide his cock in and out of Ryan’s mouth, all the while praising Ryan’s warm and wet mouth. By then, James had come to the garden shed and was standing there watching while stroking his big cock. As Garth shoots a load of jizz into Ryan’s mouth, Ryan jerks back, and his’s head hits something. Garth has Ryan pinned against the wall and just keeps pumping his cock in and out of my husband’s mouth, so the sissy has to swallow it or drown. Garth continues this motion until he softens.

“Damn,” Garth shouts. “She’s a great cocksucker. I might come back later for another one when my dick has recovered.”

“She’s gonna have a belly full by the time the party’s over, that’s for sure,” James said and laughs.

“Oh?”

“There are already twenty guys lining up outside for a special treat.”

The men laugh, but it’s too dark to see Ryan’s face.
“I’m outta here, dawg,” Garth said, patting James on the back.

“Go get your dick sucked.”

Garth walks out, and the noise level increases dramatically and then softens once the door closes.

“Well, let’s see how this black cock fits into that white mouth of yours, Cindy,” James said, staring down at Ryan, jerking his big cock.

James pushes his thick, long black cock into Ryan’s mouth. It’s chocolate brown all over with thick veins. He pushes it in as far as it’ll go. Ryan nearly gags and can hardly breathe. It’s bigger and broader than Garth’s cock, and that was a massive size. He pumps Ryan’s mouth until his cock is wet with Ryan’s saliva.

Then he said, “Suck it, bitch.”

He holds Ryan’s head with his hands and begins to move it up and down on his cock.

“That’s it, sissy. Go up and down on that black cock just like that. You know you want it.” My husband has lost all control now as James moves Ryan’s head up and down on his black cock as directed. “I bet you didn’t think this was how your night was gonna go,” James teases, feeling Ryan suck and lick his cock. “If your wife could see you now.”

I can see him, and I’m still stunned by how Ryan’s behaving. He’s willingly accepting this degrading situation. As I see Ryan’s deep throat a good portion of James’ eighteen-year-old cock I hear a noise and see Ethan staring at me with dark eyes.

“Are you why all these men are lining up out here?” he asks coldly.

I shake my head. “God, no,” I said. “They have a woman in the shed giving free blowjobs. I swear it’s not me.”

“A what? Let me see,” Ethan said and came over and peeks into the hole. ‘Dang, that’s James. That boy really takes after his dad in the dick department. Who’s sucking his cock? God, she’s a total cumslut. Look at her go.”

“It’s the woman Caleb brought,” I said, feeling lightheaded and faint. It’s all getting too much.

He stands straight and stares at me. “Cindy?” he asks. I nod yes, and he bursts out laughing. “Cindy ain’t no woman, Alexis. Cindy is your husband dressed as a woman.” I stand there panting heavily, maintaining eye contact with Ethan. “Jesus, you already knew about it,” he said and grimaces.

“I’ve known about it since it started,” I said. “Caleb caught Ryan in Taylor’s room sniffing her dirty panties. Then Caleb started punishing him for it. Making Ryan do awful things.”

Ethan chuckles. “Caleb is a twisted mofo. I get that,” he said. “I wouldn’t get too caught up in the details. This is not Caleb’s first time messing with a limp dick white man.”

“It’s not Ryan’s first time doing this stuff too,” I said evenly. “Deep down, he likes it.”

“I see.”
“Why do these guys do this with Ryan? Are they Gay? Bisexual?” Ethan smiles. “Do you think of Ryan as a man?”
“No, not really,” I confessed.

“Neither do men who like fucking a sissy. They don’t think a sissy is a man, so it’s not gay to fuck them. They’re girls with small dicks. So, it’s OK.”

I sigh deeply. “Where does that leave me?” I asked. “My husband is having a better time of it in there than I ever will with him.”

Ethan steps forward and takes me in his arms. “It leaves you to me,” he said hotly. “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I first saw you.”

“What about Chloe?” I asked, thinking about how this might ruin our friendship and Ethan’s marriage.

“Chloe and I have an open relationship,” Ethan said, then kissing me on the neck. “We sometimes share too, and I’m sure she’d love a threesome with you.”

I hear a noise from the shed and say, “Cool your jets, Ethan. I need to see this.”

Pushing the big man away, I bend and peek through the knothole again. James has grabbed Ryan’s head with both his hands and is pumping furiously. The black teen grunts and suddenly holds

Ryan’s head close as a load of white thick creamy jizz fills his sissy mouth. James continues to pump that big black cock in and out of Ryan’s mouth, so he has to swallow that load, too.

“Damn, you do suck cock like a pro,” James said and pulled out.

He shoves his big cock in his pants and leaves the shed. Soon another man enters, an older man I recognize as our neighbor on the other side of our house: old Mr. Romano, a portly man in his sixties. I can’t believe it. As I watch this, Ethan lifts my dress and starts rubbing my pussy through my panties. I go to stand, but he pushes me down with ease.

“You just watch your husband while I take care of this very wet pussy for you,” he said.

Soon my panties are around my ankles, and Ethan is finger fucking me. I hear his zipper coming down, and he pulls something significant out. I have to admit it feels so good. I spread my legs a bit more for the black man. Then I feel something a lot thicker than a finger rubbing against my pussy lips, and soon it’s pushing inside me. I have to slap my hand over my mouth because Ethan’s cock is so big. He’s stretching my cunt in every direction. ‘God, why do these new neighbors all have such big cocks,’ I wonder?

Then I hear from inside the shed, “OK, slut, suck my cock.”

I peek inside again and see old Mr. Romano shove his seven- inch hard cock down Ryan’s throat. I wonder what he might think if he knew this ‘slut’ is actually his next-door neighbor dressed in women’s clothing. Ryan’s head is bobbing, and it’s easier to deep throat this turgid cock after those massive black ones. The old man pulls his saggy balls out, and I watch my husband suck on them and play with them.

Meanwhile, I’m out here with one of the largest cocks I have ever taken, pounding my cunt. Ethan’s veiny black monster is now going inside me to his balls. It always astounded me how my pussy can handle such large cocks. I can feel his balls slapping into my clit and find myself orgasming on the big cock.

“Yeah, baby,” Ethan moans softly. “I love feeling you cum all over my cock. Your pussy feels like heaven.”

I peek into the shed to see old Mr. Romano ejaculating down Ryan’s throat as I recover. The old man’s face is red as he holds Ryan’s face against his belly with seven inches of cock down his throat. The old man pulls out eventually, and I thought he might leave, but he suddenly runs his hand up Ryan’s dress. I remember Caleb making it clear no one is to touch Ryan, but it seems old Mr. Romano didn’t get the memo.

As his hand fumbles around under Ryan’s dress, he says, “What have we got here? Mmm, nice little clit, girl.”

“Thank you,” Ryan said sweetly.

“Lick my balls some more, or I’ll tell everyone you’re not a real girl,” Romano orders, and Ryan obeys. “Good. Suck those balls.”

My legs are wobbly as I feel another climax ripple through me with force. I hear Ethan grunt, and his pace quicken. Then the man slams inside me, and his hot jizz shoots against my cervix, making me orgasm again.

“Oh, God, Alexis,” Ethan moans.

As I watch Ryan suckle on old hairy balls like a baby, I feel Ethan pull out. Before I can turn to thank Ethan for fucking me, I feel his cock slide back into me just as hard and big. So, I turn to compliment Ethan on his stamina and find Caleb standing there.

“What the fuck?” I said wide-eyed, staring up at the big black man.

“Come on, bitch,” Caleb said in his self-assured way. “You’ve wanted this ever since you watched Ryan suck it.”

“You saw me?”

“We have cameras in the upstairs hallway,” he said. “We all saw you.”

Caleb starts sliding his big cock in and out of my cunt slowly. God, it feels so good. His shit-eating grin makes me feel humiliated. The new neighbors have played Ryan and me, and now I don’t know where this game will end. The party is raging, and I’m taking another huge black cock while I watch my husband give out blowjobs. This party is the weirdest night I have ever had in my life.

“Go on,” Caleb said, gesturing with his head. “Keep watching Cindy. I know you like seeing her do degrading things.”

I turn back to the peephole as Caleb’s cock slams into me balls deep, making me grunt. Inside, old Mr. Romano had gone, and another white man I didn’t know was there with Ryan’s head bobbing on his substantial cock.

“Yeah, bitch, suck that cock,” the man moans, thrusting his hips as Ryan’s head bobs down.

My husband is a deep-throat expert. It’s all I can think of watching him in action. I have to admit it adds to the sexual excitement of feeling Caleb’s cock sliding through my cuntal folds getting ready to add his jizz to the load deposited there by his dad.

Chapter 5

After Caleb fucked me silly behind the garden shed, James was there sliding his big black cock inside me. He kept pushing my head down to the peep hole making me watch my husband suck off man after man. I’ve never had so many orgasms in my life as I watched cock after cock sucked off by my sissy husband. When James finally shot his load deep inside me, and believe me it took a while, I quickly pulled my panties up before anyone else thought they could just help themselves.

After I calmed down some from my own little gangbang, I decided it was time to stop stalking my misbehaving husband and confront him. While there’s a line for Ryan’s sissy cocksucking mouth, I didn’t plan to be part of this sex party.

Ryan must’ve sucked twenty cocks and swallowed all their loads while the Clayton men fucked me behind the garden shed.

After straightening my clothes, I come out to see there’s still a line of men waiting to get their blowjobs. I pushed past the first guy as he shouted, “Hey, lady, wait your turn.”

I turned to him and noticed the anger coming from the line of men, and said, “You do realize that the so-called escort in there is a man dressed as a woman? Are you all fags or something?”

That did it. A bunch of bulging eyes followed by these men shuffling off, muttering under their breaths, soon followed my reveal. To be honest, I think most of them knew this already, but no so-called straight man wants people to think he’s gay. That’s male toxicity in action. I enter the garden shed to find Ryan sucking on a black man’s sizable cock. The light in the shed is dim, mostly coming from the outside party lights through a small window. But there’s enough to see what’s happening, and I can hear the sucking sounds and the black man’s groans and grunts.

“So, you like sucking cock?” I shout.

Ryan freaks out, and I mean totally. Here he is, with a mouthful of black cock, caught red-handed, so to speak, by his wife. He didn’t know what to do and sat up, letting the cock fall out of my mouth, staring wide-eyed at me.

“Alexis? How did you find out?” Ryan said with a shaky voice. “I’ve known all along,” I said.

The black man frowns and growls at me, “Hey, bitch, unless you wanna join in the fun, then fuck off and let this whore finish her work.”

I smirk. “That whore is my husband dressed as a woman. Are you sure you wanna continue knowing that?”

The black man shrugs. “She sucks cock like a woman, so that’s good enough for me.”

Ryan is shaking now. “Maybe we should go home and talk about this,” he said in a small voice.

“You can’t leave yet,” I said, crossing my arms over my tits. “This poor man is waiting for you to finish him. Go on, you nasty sissy cocksucker, you know you want to make him cum in your mouth like all those other men have tonight. And when it’s over, we’ll go home and discuss it.”

Ryan can’t believe his ears. Did his wife want him to finish sucking this stranger’s cock? “Look, Alexis, I think it’s best we go home now and...” he begins.

“Shut the fuck up and suck his cock,” I shouted at Ryan.

I went to Ryan and grabbed him by the back of his head and pushed his face into the black guy’s crotch. I think Ryan almost exploded in his panties as I forced his mouth down on the nine- inch black cock. The black man must have enjoyed me making Ryan suck his cock off, too, because he only lasted about five minutes with me jamming my sissy husband down on him like that. I heard him say to me I better pull him off as he was going to blow. So, I pushed Ryan’s head so far down the black man’s massive cock I can see his pubic hairs tickling my husband’s nose.

“Shoot your cum down his throat,” I ordered the black man

“OK, you got it. Here it comes,” the man moans, thrusting his hips forward.

Ryan starts gurgling and gagging as the man begins emptying his balls in his throat. Gasping for air, I finally let him up to breathe. I watched as Ryan licked the black cock clean.

When it was over, I said to Ryan, “Now get outta here and go find your fucking clothes, you dirty cocksucking whore.”

I follow Ryan out of the shed before the black man decides he wanted some pussy as well. I go out into the party again as Ryan runs away from me. The crowd has thinned some, and the music is softer as it’s well past midnight now. Everyone’s drunk or high,

and there’s party rubbish everywhere. I soon run into Chloe, who’s sitting in a chair by herself with a can in her hand.

“Hey, Alexis,” she said, smiling. “Ethan told me about your little encounter earlier.”

I blush. I mean, seriously, this is Ethan’s wife. “I’m sorry, Chloe. I hope you don’t mind?”

The buxom black woman laughs. “Nah, girl. Ethan and I have an open marriage. It’s all good,” she said, waving her hand. “He told me you liked watching your husband do his thing.”

“I have to admit I’ve developed this fetish,” I said. “I like watching Ryan be humiliated. Is that weird?”

“Whatever floats your boat, honey,” Chloe said and chuckles. “As long as you’re not mad at Caleb for what he did to your Ryan. I think we can all get along fine.”

“I should be, I suppose. But I’m not. I’ve learned more about Ryan tonight than I ever knew before.”

I wasn’t glib in saying that either. I’ve come to realize Ryan is a sissy slut who loves being submissive. I remember seeing his

boner at the pool party incident, and I know he gets off on people humiliating him for having such a tiny dick too. Ryan is a complicated person. Some may call him weak or a pervert for all this sissy crossdressing stuff, but I think it takes a lot of inner strength to put yourself out there like that. The more I thought about it, the more I saw that Ryan was still the strong person I wanted to marry.

No, he’s not the macho man I thought he was when we were engaged. Ryan is no alpha man, that’s for sure, and I find it amusing how he pretended to be one for my sake. My husband’s forte is finding his true self based on his weaknesses rather than his strengths. Ryan is comfortable as a sissy. He willingly sucked off all those men in the garden shed because that’s his identity. It takes a lot of internal fortitude to be like that, and I have to admit feelings of admiration for my sissy husband are swelling inside my body.

“Are you OK, honey,” Chloe suddenly asks with a concerned frown.

I shrug. “Sorry, a lot of things have become clear tonight for me.” “Yeah? Have we ruined your marriage? If so, I’m sorry.”

I shake my head. “To be honest, I don’t know. I think you’ve shown me a way our marriage can succeed. I’m just not sure if I want to be part of this new reality. This was not what I signed up for when I married Ryan.”

Chloe said, “For better or worse, those are the vowels we take, girl.”

“Yeah, maybe.” After glancing around and not seeing my slutty husband, I said, “All I need to do is find him so we can talk it out.”

“I think I saw him go inside,” Chloe said. “Well, I saw Cindy go inside. Maybe you should go upstairs and look in the bedrooms. I suspect that’s where you find her.”

“OK, thanks.” *****

I leave Chloe and head inside. The place is a mess by this stage. You can’t have three hundred people at your home without it. There are people inside now as well. I see Taylor in the living room with some friends. She must’ve decided to disobey her mother’s demand she stays in her room. I quickly head upstairs, hoping to find Ryan back in his jeans and polo top, ready to go home. All the bedroom doors are open. As I pass Chloe’s bedroom, I see Ethan pounding some redhead white woman’s

pussy with his big black cock. I recognize her as Linda from down the street.

In James’s room, I see Garth and another black guy spit- roasting an attractive brunette with large tits. I don’t know this woman. In Taylor’s room, I find James with another woman from the party. I can’t believe all this is going on so openly. Last, I come to Caleb’s room, where I suspect my husband might be. I enter and find both Caleb and Ryan sitting on the bed. Ryan, still wearing female clothes and a wig, is rubbing Caleb’s cock bulge slowly. Caleb has no shirt on, only his jeans. The man’s muscular physique makes my pussy squirt. He has an unlit joint hanging from his mouth.

“Here she is at last,” Caleb said in his deep masculine voice. “We’ve been waiting for you, Alexis. Isn’t that right, Cindy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ryan said in a soft feminine voice.

Ryan’s fixed his makeup because after sucking all those cocks in the garden shed smudged it. It seems pristine again. I have to admit Ryan is rather good at makeup application, and I might need to get some tips off him myself.

“I thought I told you to get back into your male clothes,” I said, slightly irritated but also aroused by that humungous bulge in Caleb’s pants.

Ryan smirks. “Daddy told me what happened behind the garden shed,” he said. “It seems you had your own fun, slut.”

I laugh. “So, it’s the pot calling the kettle black now, is it?”

Caleb suddenly waved his hand in the air and said, “Ladies. Ladies. I have more than enough cock for you both. Now shut the door, Alexis, and let me show you what I think of your husband.” When I shut the door, Caleb orders me to sit in a chair next to it. Then he said to Ryan, “What do you want, Cindy?”

“Make me your bitch, Daddy?” Ryan said, smiling. “What about your wife?”

“What about her? She could never satisfy me like you do.” I’m shocked. All this time, I had been stewing over how Ryan can’t satisfy me, and now he’s turned it on me. ‘I’m the cuckold here. My husband is cuckolding me to another man,’ I thought, and I shake my head in disbelief. I said cattily to my husband, “Don’t you mean you could never satisfy me with your tiny dick, RYAN,” making him pout.

Caleb chuckles. “Cindy’s clit is too small for pussy, Alexis. That’s for sure.” He pulls Ryan into him. “Shit, you’re one hot fucking sissy bitch. You got me good and horny, girl. My fucking cock’s been throbbing for you all night.”

Ryan’s hand lowers to Caleb’s crotch again. The black alpha’s breathing is heavy as my husband rubs the massive bulge in his pants.

“Oh fuck, Daddy, you feel so fucking big down there. Please, can I take it out?” Ryan asks excitedly.

“OK slut, I know how much you love Daddy’s cock.” Ryan moans, ready to worship Caleb, continuing to stroke the bulge in his pants. “Take it out then, bitch”

I watch my sissy husband use both hands to undo the zipper and then push his hand in and feel the warmth of the alpha’s cock.

“Oh fuck, it’s big,” I hear Ryan say.

“It ain’t even fully hard yet, girlie. Go on, take it out.” Ryan pulls Caleb’s cock from his pants, and it hangs down, semi-erect. It’s so beautiful, thick, veiny, and black. It’s the second time I’ve seen it tonight, and I feel my pussy spasm for it. I remember how good it felt in my cunt. I gasp in awe of the black bull. I can see Ryan’s equally hypnotized by this beautiful cock.

“Oh, Daddy, for me? I feel so spoiled,” Ryan said, staring at the cock in his hands.

He lifts the heavy cock and licks the entire length from balls to tip. My husband gazes up adoringly at his Daddy, then takes the head of the cock in his willing mouth and gives me a cute little wink. Then it’s time to get working in earnest on that wonderful black cock.

Caleb grunts and gasps as Ryan uses every method he knows on this big dick. Being a proud sissy cocksucker, Ryan confidently sucks away at him, taking the black cock deep in his throat. All the guys love a good deep-throating, and Caleb is no exception. The black man’s cock is so long and thick, yet Ryan is still able to reach his balls. Something I could never do, that’s for sure.

Caleb’s in ecstasy as Ryan sucks away on his black cock, occasionally pausing to take a deep breath. The cock is hard as iron now. It looks ten inches long, even bigger than when I saw it earlier in Taylor’s room. So long and thick. Caleb holds a joint in his teeth as Ryan jerks his cock roughly. I can tell the Bull’s getting close to orgasm. Ryan suddenly wraps his lips around the head of Caleb’s black cock and strokes the shaft, desperate to taste his jizz.

I can see the big cock twitching and know my husband will get his reward any second. Ryan pulls back, and I see hot salty semen flood into his sissy mouth. Taking a real man’s jizz inside is the goal for every sissy. Of course, my husband swallows every drop,

like the good girl he is, but only after swirling the semen around his mouth, enjoying the taste.

“Shit, bitch, you are one hot cocksucker,” Caleb said, lighting his joint.

I said sarcastically, “That’s what I heard from all the guys at the party tonight.”

Ryan sneers at me. “Jealous, much?” he said snippily.

“Ladies. Calm down. Alexis don’t spoil Cindy’s coming out party,” Caleb said, then sucking on his joint and blowing smoke in my direction.

Caleb and Ryan start kissing, and my husband strokes his pink talons down Caleb’s muscular body, slowly down his chest, across that perfect six-pack, and down to his beautiful black genitals. Caleb’s black cock is just so perfect, dangling heavily over his huge, hairy balls. Ryan rubs the man’s big cock, feeling it harden again.

“Please, Daddy? Let me ride that big cock?” Ryan begs.

Caleb grunts his permission and lies back, ready for Ryan. My sissy husband’s seems so excited at the thought of that big cock pounding into his tight white sissy asshole, and quickly pulls the dress off and peels out of the red panties he’s wearing. Ryan sucks his cock again, greedily, as it got harder and longer. Caleb’s black cock is now so stiff, throbbing, and veiny again. The enormous purple head looks like it will explode and is leaking pre-cum already. I am amazed at the black Bull’s stamina.

I shout from my chair, “You better get that thing in your sissy pussy quick before it shoots off again.”

As Ryan climbs over Caleb with his back to me, his tiny, white dick is on display, and Caleb gives out a chuckle at how pathetic it is, hard and pointing over his massive black cock. Ever since Tom told me about Ryan’s college days, I read that sissy’s take pride in their tiny, useless clitties. The smaller, the better, where a sissy is concerned. The only real cock in the room tonight is the black one Ryan’s eager to impale himself on.

My husband quickly straddles Caleb’s legs and shuffles up into position, ready for his entry. Gazing down into the bull’s dark eyes, lovingly, he grasps his black cock and positions it at his asshole and slides back slowly onto him. He moans in ecstasy as this man’s thick black cock pushes its way inside his sissy pussy. Inch after inch goes deeper into Ryan.

How easily Ryan is taking this thing gobsmacked me. He’s groaning with some pain but not as much as you’d expect. It made me wonder if Ryan has been fucking men behind my back. This night has taught me more about Ryan than I learned in the eighteen months I’ve known him. Ryan’s in sissy heaven for sure as he finally sits skewered on that massive black cock, feeling Caleb’s pubes tickling his balls below. He sits still for a while, enjoying the warmth of the cock inside him. Then Ryan starts to slowly fuck himself as Caleb’s black hands massaged his ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck, Daddy, your cock feels so fucking good,” Ryan moans.

“Yeah, slut. Ride that fucking big black cock, Cindy,” Caleb said hotly.

After a few minutes of riding, Caleb lifts Ryan from his cock. Caleb roughly pushes Ryan onto his back and drags him to the side of the bed. He’s going to do Ryan missionary. I like it. His black cock enters Ryan roughly again, and my husband moans in ecstasy as Caleb pounds his asshole. Their rhythm quickens as they rut like animals, lost in their lust for each other.

“Alexis,” Caleb shouts. “Stand in front of Cindy.” I have no will left, and I obey like a mindless zombie. “Take your panties off and sit on Cindy’s face.” When I’m in position, Caleb shouts, “Eat her out, Cindy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ryan mumbles under me, and his tongue darts out and tastes my raw pussy.

My husband’s mouth closes over one pussy lip, kissing and licking tenderly before doing the same to the other one. I waited to see what he’ll do next, feeling his tongue run a furrow until it reached the bottom of my pussy. He gives a suggestive lick toward my ass before sweeping incredibly slowly to my slit until he suckles my clit like a newborn on a nipple. I settle back, making myself comfortable, as Ryan repeats the sweeping maneuver several times. Just when he thought I couldn’t take the teasing any longer, his tongue slides inside my cunt.

Caleb’s pace is now like a train, and I thought he’d surely be climaxing in Ryan soon for the fourth time tonight that I know of anyway. The force of the black bull’s thrusts into Ryan’s asshole pushes his body, so without effort, his tongue is sliding along my pussy slit. I can feel Ethan, Caleb’s and James’s loads dripping out into Ryan’s mouth and on his face mixing with my sticky juices. Caleb suddenly pulls me over and starts tongue kissing me. Now all three bodies connect through sex.

I gasped, then moaned because Ryan has an extra-long tongue. I always thought it was God’s compensation for shortchanging him in the dick department. My body grinds into his face, filling him with the taste and smell of my womanhood. My legs clasped Ryan’s head tight, making breathing more difficult. While my

hand went behind my back and grabbed his hair, pulling his head into my pussy, to aid his work in pleasuring me.

I suddenly gasped loudly, my body rocking on Ryan’s face. My cunt clamping on his tongue, then as it let go, a gush of lady cream dribbles into his sissy mouth. Meanwhile, Caleb is grunting loudly. A sheen of sweat covers his ripped body, making it glow and stink like a man. I gaze down and see Ryan’s clit dribbling semen. My husband just had a sissygasm. Caleb is fucking Ryan fast now. He’s getting close. I feel another orgasm make my body shake as Ryan expertly eats my pussy below.

“Oh fuck,” Caleb moans as he rams into Ryan as far as his black cock will go.

His face contorts, and he stops his thrusting as the semen shoots from his balls up that long thick shaft and floods Ryan’s bowels.

“Take my cum, you sissy slut,” Caleb wails.

Wads of his hot jizz fire into Ryan’s bowels, and he has no choice but to take all his sperm. Meanwhile, I’m feeding Ryan jizz from my cunt as I squirt it into his mouth. I can feel the rampant power of this huge black stud as he fucks Ryan, his helpless sissy bitch.

Caleb holds his big cock inside Ryan for several minutes until he starts to go flaccid again. He pulls it out and lies back on the bed, exhausted, having no further use for Ryan now. I get off Ryan’s face and stare down at my husband with a frown.

“I’m going home now,” I said. “You can do what you want because obviously, this is what you prefer.”

“I’ll be home later,” Ryan said, sitting up. “I’m still needed here tonight.”

I pick up my panties and put them on again. “OK, but we need to talk about this.”

Ryan just nods, and I leave. After a hot shower at home, I’m in bed and asleep within minutes. The trouble with Ryan will have to wait until I’ve slept.

*****

I wake the next day around ten and immediately notice Ryan isn’t beside me in bed. He never came home last night. After attending to my morning ablutions, I head next door to get him. We need to talk things out once and for all. I knock on the front door, and Ethan answers it.

“Oh, hi, beautiful,” he said, looking a bit pale. “Hangover?” I asked with a smirk.

“You bet. But it was a great party, so totally worth it.”
I smile. “It was wild. I’ll give you that. I’m looking for my

husband. Is he still here?”

Ethan scratches his head. “I think I saw Cindy out back helping Chloe with the cleanup,” he said. “You should see the mess in this place. It’ll take us weeks to clean.”

“Yeah, I saw it last night. Do you mind if I go through to the back to see Ryan?”

Ethan steps away from the door. “Go ahead. But don’t dawdle too long, or else you might find someone giving you a broom.”

“Thanks,” I said and pushed past Ethan and head to the kitchen, then out the back door.

He was right about the mess. There is crap everywhere. As I step out onto the back patio, I see Ryan at last and gasp. He’s in the middle of the yard, still wearing the wig and makeup. He has on black thigh-high stocking now, not red, stiletto shoes, and nothing else. Ryan is naked. His tiny dick is on full display to everyone in the yard, consisting of Chloe, Taylor, James, and four females I remember as cousins.

“Oh, hey, Alexis,” Chloe shouts, and everyone turns to stare at me. Ryan is blushing profusely.

“Hi, Chloe,” I said as warmly as I can, but my anger is rising. “I’ve come to collect my husband.”

One of the black women asks me rather smugly, “Is this baby dick bitch yours?”

“I’m not sure,” I said, staring at Ryan coldly. “Maybe he isn’t anymore.”

Chloe comes to me and grabs my arm. “I’m sorry, Alexis. I was just giving Cindy, err, Ryan, one more treat before we sent him

home. I figured baby dick sissy’s like him love public exposure. Forced nudity is a real turn-on for them.”

“You seem to know my husband better than I do,” I said, noticing Ryan’s tiny dick is hard.

“Nah, I just know men like him,” Chloe said warmly. “They’re all pretty much the same.”

The women are near Ryan and are laughing at his dick. Ryan is blushing, but his dick stays hard the whole time. I watch for a moment, then make up my mind.

“OK, then. Tell ‘Cindy’ that I’m going to stay with my parents for a while. I have some things I need to figure out. I’ll call him at work when I’m ready to talk, and we can arrange to meet up.”

Chloe’s cheerfulness disappears. “Are you sure, Hun? There ain’t no harm in any of this. There’s no point running off all riled up over it.”

“I just need to think,” I said. “These issues have been building for months now. Bye, Chloe.”

I left the neighbor’s house, went home, and packed my bags. Ryan never came home like I hoped he would. As I drove off to my

parents’ house, I cried. I don’t know what the future holds for Ryan and me. But our relationship has changed forever, and I need time to process all this new information.

The End.