AN OPTIMISTIC CUCKOLD! by Throne (Patreon)

AN OPTIMISTIC CUCKOLD! by Throne

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AN OPTIMISTIC CUCKOLD by Throne

"Honey," Marvin said cautiously, "do you think this weekend could be just for the two of us? Instead of... you know."

His wife Dee said thoughtfully, "That might work out. I don't have any plans with Lincoln. Sure, we can make it just you and me."

"That's fantastic." His eyes lit up and his body shook, like an excitable dog when it's about to be taken for a walk.

She was of average height, with a build that made men stop and stare. She had a bra-busting chest, tight waist, and round jutting bottom, as well as shapely legs. Long honey-blond hair fell in waves to her shoulders and framed a sweet face. She had on a short robe with nothing under it. He, on the other hand, was short and slightly built, with a plump unmanly butt. His features were smooth and fine, to the point of being feminine. He wore his light brown hair at collar-length. He was wearing pajamas she had bought him, ones with short sleeves and legs that made him seem more like a boy than usual.

"But you know," she went on unexpectedly, "I should check in with Linc just in case."

"If you do that..." he said with sudden concern.

She held up a silencing hand, took her phone, and hit a pre-set number. Before a connection was made, she told Marvin, "I'll put it on speaker, so you can hear everything.

Maybe he's doing some kind of sports thing with his buddies. You know how he loves basketball and whatever."

Marvin cringed as he heard Lincoln say, "Yo, Sugar. What's up?"

"Well, Marvin wanted me to spend more time with him this weekend. Go to a museum or something, I guess. But I wanted to touch base with you first. I wouldn't want my main man to be jealous of my husband."

Lincoln laughed. "I didn't have any big plans for us but, you know, I could stop around in a while. Friends with benefits and all that. It could just be a booty call. Or it might turn into a couple days together."

"That would be terrific, either way. I'm so glad I buzzed you. And I'm sure my hubby won't mind. He's been doing so well when it comes to taking my needs into account."

"Sure. That whole reeducation gig you got going with him. Schooling the little man to help him learn to something-something."

"To be more considerate of my wants and needs," Dee filled in. "He's made progress but still has a long way to go."

"Sounds like he could use a lesson right away. I'll come around in a hurry."

"Yes. He still has trouble with me needing to have friends like I did before I got married."

"Right. Friends like me and my big cock. That's two friends right there."

She giggled. "Oh, Linc, you're so clever. I'll see you soon."

After the call was over, she turned to Marvin. He looked sick. His lower lip was quivering, like he was about to cry.

"Dee," he said plaintively, "I thought this was going to be our time together."

"There you go again," she said with a note of criticism in her tone. "Trying to run my life. We've been through all this before. When I was single, I got used to having capable lovers, ones who were well equipped to satisfy my needs. And as we found out on our wedding night, you

aren't in the same league with them. What's your main problem?"

"I don't want to go through that again."

"Marvin, you know how this works. If you don't acknowledge your shortcomings, you'll never be able to deal with them. The best thing is to say it out loud, like I showed you how to do. Try to remember what I had you say before and let me hear it now. Come on. You can do it."

He put his arms in front of him and gripped his opposite elbows. There was a distressed expression on his bland face. His gaze fell to the floor. He resembled a disappointed child. It was all Dee could do, not to laugh out loud at the ridiculous picture he made. She had married him to have someone to push around, someone with a fat bank account, and someone who she could gradually make over into her eager-to-please wimp. Sometimes, to keep the hook firmly implanted, so that he could struggle but not break free, she had to give him encouragement. So long as he believed he might eventually get the marriage he had planned on, he would continue to endure her cheating and mistreating.

She was waiting for him to say what she expected to hear. He took a breath and began, "We don't have a regular sex life because..." This was not easy for him. "... I have a small penis and..."

Dee made a throat-clearing sound. "Marvin?"

He understood that she didn't want him to sound so formal. He amended, "... I have a tiny dick," he amended, "and there's no way I can make you happy in bed with such a silly little thing between my legs."

"And...?"

"That's why I have to use my mouth on your vagina..." He needed to correct himself again. "... your pussy, so you can have orgasms... even though they're never as good as what you can get from a..." This was the worst part of his recitation. "... a huge cock..." He shuddered from shame. "... like Lincoln has."

"There you go," she congratulated. "I knew you could do it."

"So," he said in a small voice, "I guess that means we won't have any... you know... relations..." She pretended not to understand. Her questioning face made him clarify his

thought. "It's just... you know... it's been a while since we... um... did anything special... in the bedroom..."

"Oh," she said with sudden understanding, even though she'd known all along what he meant. "You mean sex." It was time to reignite his foolish optimism, to let him delude himself into imagining that he had a chance at something better than the deprived sex life he currently experienced. She gathered him into her arms and held him close. Dee put a hand on the back of his head and pressed his face into her deep cleavage. "Poor baby." Her other hand went down to his crotch. She massaged his immature genitals through the thin fabric of his PJs. "Does my Marvin need a hand job? Does he want wifey to jerk off his itty-bitty dingle?"

As much as those words humiliated him, his need to empty his undersized balls took precedence. He nodded. "Yes, please."

Her hand lightly stroked his laughably small male parts. "Does the little guy down there want to squirt?"

"I need it so badly." "He does?"

"Just make me cum," he demanded, his words sounding whiney instead of confident.

"Whoa." She pulled away her hand. "That's not what I wanted to hear. Honestly, Marvin, you're still having issues with that terrible temper of yours. It hurts my feelings when you snap at me like that." She loved to exaggerate about when he dared to assert himself even that slightly.

"I'm sorry," he said, instantly thrown into apology-mode. "I shouldn't have talked to you like that. I didn't mean to upset you, dear."

"But you still did it. I've been thinking about that problem of yours and have come up with something we can do about it. The trick is to counter your toxic masculinity with a dose of femininity."

"I don't understand."

"It's like that psychological technique called dress-therapy. You wear something that reminds you of how you're supposed to behave."

"You don't mean I'd have to put on... girl things?"

"That's exactly what I mean." She was all seriousness. "In fact, as much as I didn't want to take this step, I saw it might be necessary, so I bought you some items to get you started. Now that you've forced me to try it, I think we should start at once."

"I can't... I won't be comfortable if I..."

She ignored his objections and said, "First, we need to get rid of your body hair. I know there's hardly any of it, but it's something we must do if this is going to succeed."

"Even on my... crotch?"

"Especially there." She fought to not let glee show on her pretty face. "I have some depilatory that I purchased in case you got yourself into this position. Now head to the bathroom and then slip out of your jammies, Marvin, so we can get started. "

His world was tilting, threatening to topple him out of his familiar lifestyle. As awful as it was to have a cheating wife who occasionally masturbated him instead of allowing intercourse, at least he was used to that. And he had the expectation of someday achieving a normal sex life. This new development, however, would be a big step in the wrong direction. She brushed back the hair that fell over

his brow and gave him a light kiss on the forehead. Her combination of manipulative insistence and limited physical contact worked, just like it always did. He hung his head and went toward the bathroom. She followed. He couldn't see her malicious grin. Once they were there, she watched him strip. He hadn't originally been too sensitive about his undeveloped physique or even his dinky penis and balls. She had changed that by acting solicitous, while actually undermining his confidence. She had known the right words to say.

"Some girls would just laugh at your miniscule junk, but I'm not doing that. I'm trying so hard not to laugh because I care about you."

"Of course, I could compare you to the men I used to date. You'd come out of that totally defeated. Your pecker is barely even there, if you put it up against their giant schlongs. So, I'm not going to judge you against their superior size."

"I'll tell you, Marvin, that guys seeing you from behind, with that pudgy butt of yours, could mistake you for a girl. But I don't want you to think about that. If you were dwelling on how unmanly your backside is, it would be so destructive."

As you might expect, her words of consolation, calculated as they were, had the opposite of their seeming intentions. Instead of bolstering his ego they tore it down. She frequently reinforced those ideas, always in the role of his supporter, but made sure that it kept eroding his sense of maleness. Now it was time for a masterstroke, which was getting him to dress like a raving sissy. But first she needed to have him use the hair remover.

He stood in the bathtub, naked and badly rattled. First, she started the shower. Accidently-on-purpose, she made it too cold. That caused his already shrunken penis to retreat even further. She made a mild joke about it, which was one more strike against his self-image. After he was wet all over and shivering, she had him rub the cream on himself himself. Once he had taken care of every area where hair grew, she let him stand there for fifteen minutes while it worked. Then he had to shower off, again with chilly water, and see his body hair collect on the drain plate. Marvin glanced down and saw his three-piece set, which had shriveled to almost nothing, and it appeared almost prepubescent with the lack of any hair. He was close to a breakdown when she let him step out of the tub. Dee wrapped him in a big fluffy towel and rubbed him thoroughly. That registered on his deprived libido as sexual stimulation. He got excited, but between the

circumstances and his reduced body temperature, he didn't sprout an erection.

"Gee," she remarked with fake concern. "You didn't get hard, even though I was drying you and I'm bare under my little robe. I wonder if you're developing a new problem. Some guys get impotent from stress. I don't know what you have to stress over, Marvin. I'm always supporting you, reminding you that it's okay to have an incredibly tiny peter, and not to worry about your girly ass, and helping you to manage your runaway temper. I've even remade our sex life so that you can satisfy me without having a real cock. And I give you those lovely hand jobs."

"You know," he said, trying to salvage something from this disaster, "a lot of the time you don't finish those."

"Well, Sweet Cheeks, I don't want to overload your system with too many ejaculations. I mean, think about right now. You can't get your baby dick to stand up, even with me touching you. That might be from me taking too good of care of you with my hand."

He started to say something but she began knead his cushy rump. She reached around and played with his nipples for a few moments, but not enough to get him aroused. Having him temporarily unable to become stiff was

something to take advantage of. She reiterated her false

worries about the condition becoming permanent. That drove the fear so deep into his mind that it translated into performance anxiety and guaranteed that, at least for the present, he was incapable of achieving turgidity.

As they proceeded to the bedroom she began to think aloud. "I wonder what my girlfriends would say if they could see you now. They would probably make all sorts of nasty comments. I can hear them in my head."

She said out loud, "Hasn't he ever seen the inside of a gym?"

"He's short and so is his dick."

"Does that even qualify as a penis? It's more like a newborn baby mouse, all pink and curled up."

"And that butt. Some girls would love to have one so full and round."

Dee went on, "But that's why I'm good for you, Marvin.

Because I never say stuff like that." They arrived in the bedroom. From the closet she took a pink shopping bag. It had the logo of a popular lingerie shop on the side. Out of it she produced a fishnet tank top and matching

stockings. "Here we go, lover boy. Wearing these will take your mind off trying to be a sexist pig."

"But I never..."

She pressed a silencing forefinger to his lips. "Now, now. I don't want to hear any backtalk from you. That's the Bad Marvin speaking. I only want the Good Marvin for the rest of the weekend. Let's get this top over your head and work it down. Oh, I like how it leaves your midriff bare. And now the stockings. Adding them makes this sort of a matching ensemble."

He felt utterly mortified to be wearing those feminine underthings, especially with the hair on his crotch gone. She made him strike a few poses and coached him in walking delicately, as one more method of suppress his supposed macho hostilities. Dee used her phone to capture some images of his new look. Then she drummed her fingers on the edge of her dresser top.

"I'm not sure what you need to finish the picture." Then feigning a burst of inspiration, she exclaimed, "It's obvious. I'll just use a touch of cosmetics. And fuss with your hair."

His anxiety kept mounting as she applied make-up to his cheeks and eyes and lips. Then she brushed his hair, got it the way she wanted, and sprayed the results to keep it that way. When she opened the closet so he could see himself in the mirror mounted on the inside of the door, he gasped.

"OMG, no," Marvin blurted out. She cautioned him to use a softer and higher voice, which he dutifully did. "Dee, you can't leave me like this." She took more pictures. "I feel so unnatural."

"That's a good sign," she enthused. "I'm glad we're having some positive results."

He had an unsettling thought. "You have to change me back. Remember that Lincoln is coming. He'll be here soon."

"I know that," she said with a reassuring smile. "Him seeing you will be a very powerful tool for getting rid of your aggressive tendencies."

"I don't think I had any of those."

"No, no. Remember. No Bad Marvin. Only Good Marvin."

He whimpered, "But... but..."

"Don't thank me. Just keep in mind that everything I do is to help you be a better person, so you can deal with all of your problems. I'm certain that Lincoln will feel the same way and do whatever he can to contribute to your improvement."

"But he's... I don't want..."

She shushed him, like he was a pre-teen. "Now just be quiet and practice standing the right way, in front of the mirror. No assertive postures or stern expressions. I want my husband to be as kind and gentle as I know he can."

"Yes, dear," he said in defeat.

Marvin put his hands on his slender hips and made his mouth pouty. He turned sideways and stuck out his embarrassingly round bottom. Pivoting further, he looked back over his shoulder and licked his lips. When he faced the mirror again, he saw that his nipples were hard. Why was he reacting that way? His dick throbbed. And why was his previously limp pecker trying to respond? He kept practicing his non-dominant stance. Marvin fell into a sort of dream state and lost track of passing time. All at once

he heard the front door open and Dee greeting Lincoln. Marvin shuddered. He didn't want the big man to see him this way but had been backed so far into a corner that he could think of no way out. The bedmates' voices grew louder as they approached. Suddenly, Dee was in the doorway. Her robe had come untied somehow and those substantial breasts were half uncovered. Lincoln was behind her, tall enough to effortlessly look over her head. His shoulders were practically as wide as the doorway, it seemed. His dark face broke into a wide grin.

"Damn," he said. "Looks like the real Marvin is coming out at last."

Dee entered the room and stepped aside, allowing her Black lover to enter. He went straight to Marvin and put his broad hands heavily on the small man's shoulders, making him flinch. Lincoln squeezed hard and Marvin made a pained sound.

Marvin's wife offered, "I think he can achieve some significant progress if we keep him like this, especially while you're present."

"Hey, I'm here to do my part." Lincoln ran his thick fingers down Marvin's chest. He stopped to toy with the trembling figure's nipples. Marvin moaned. "And look at

that, babe. Your better half likes having a big strong man touch him. Check it out. His Tiny Tim is twitching. It's trying to wake up."

"You're right. This opens up a whole new world of possibilities for helping him. We can get him in touch with his true self, even if that inner him is a sissy."

"Yeah. The new Marvin. Starvin' Marvin, hungry for a man who's got the goods." He rubbed his crotch suggestively against Marvin's uncovered pelvis. When he pulled away, the blushing husband had a full, albeit unimpressive, erection. "We know what way to go now. Got to bring out Miss Marvin's secret sissy. You up for that, Missy?"

"I'm... I don't..."

Dee broke in with, "Sure he is. It's exactly what he needs. I'm thinking that the best thing for him would be a kind of shock treatment. Instead of bringing him along with baby steps, let's throw him into the deep end of the pool."

Ignoring her mixed metaphor, Lincoln wanted to know, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I believe I am," she concurred. Marvin appeared worried. Very worried. "You said that back when you were in juvenile lock-up, Linc, you broke in some boys like Marvin."

"Yeah, the kind that are pansies but don't know it. They need a push in the right direction to get in touch with their faggot-selves."

Marvin's eyes went wide. "I don't think..." was as far as he got before Lincoln clamped a large hand over his entire lower face.

The Black man said, "That's right. You don't think. It would only get you in trouble. Let me and your hot wife do the brainwork. Between us, we'll make a new person out of you, Missy."

"Oh," Dee said brightly. "I like that. A new name to go with his new look and soon-to-be new attitude."

"Missy it is," Lincoln seconded. "Now, how about you open that lipstick you used on his pretty mouth and make it even sluttier. Give him some cock-sucking lips."

Marvin whispered desperately, "No. You can't."

"Yes," Lincoln assured him. "We can."

Dee reopened the tube of lipstick she had previously used. She identified it, "Ravenous Red. Perfect for your big appetite, Missy, for C-O-C-K."

As she gave her spouse a slutty mouth, Lincoln was stripping. Soon he was naked. His cock hung down between his muscular legs like a weapon. Marvin couldn't believe how long and thick it was. He put his hands over his mouth, as if they could prevent what was soon to happen. Dee seized both of her husband's wrists and yanked them away. Lincoln grabbed the feminized figure's full head of hair and dragged him to the edge of the bed. The Black man sat, dragging his prey down with him, so that Marvin ended up on his knees, gaping at that enormous piece of man-meat.

Dee suggested, "I could get you hard for you, Linc."

"Not necessary," the seated stud said. "I got Missy here to do the job. She's that type I was saying about. Been a fag inside all along. Probably had them hungry eyes on the jocks in the locker room and showers, back in gym class."

The busty woman shed her robe. She marveled, "I can't believe I married a homo."

"Well, we don't know for sure yet," Lincoln pointed out. "But we will soon."

He took his massive cock by the root and used it to slap Marvin's startled face on both sides. Then he moved his hand forward so he could rub the head against the helpless one's lips. Marvin's mouth popped open as if by remote control.

"Go on, Missy," his wife said.
"You know you want to," amplified Lincoln.

"I'm... not... sure," Marvin said breathily, in a last effort to save his hetero self-image.

Contradicting his words, he engulfed the knob of the Black man's tool with his mouth and sealed his lips behind the head. After only a few sucks the rod was rigid and Marvin was having trouble with the enlarged knob pressing simultaneously on his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He bobbed his head a few times and found that, if he jacked his jaws apart to their limit, he could accommodate that thickness. He even managed to swirl his tongue around the corona, something that he had dreamed of Dee doing to his own miniature organ. He backed off and gave

Lincoln's balls a few licks. Then he took in as much of the girthy shaft as he could. His head moved forward and back. Dee came closer for a better view. Then she sat next to Lincoln and kissed him passionately. She was overheated by the sight of her husband's fall from manhood into the depths of sissy sucking. The naked pair on the bed necked like a couple of horny teens. Lincoln pawed those overweight tits, his dark hands making a colorful contrast with the pink and white globes. Marvin rolled his eyes up to see the stallion enjoying what the husband was forbidden to have. He couldn't remember the last time he had been permitted to touch his wife's magnificent knockers.

After Marvin had been sucking cock for about twenty minutes, Lincoln declared, "Time to move on to the main act. Missy here needs to get her cherry popped."

Marvin froze. That powerful man couldn't mean what it sounded like he was saying. Not with that ginormous Johnson in Marvin's manhole. It would be too much. Yet he didn't stop lavishing attention on the rod of power in his mouth. He took as much as he was able of the jawbreaker before Lincoln pushed him off it.

Dee said, "Jeez. Missy's dinky dick is harder than hard. She's getting off to the max on going down."

Lincoln stood up. He got his hands under Marvin's arms and hauled him easily to his feet. The husband's knees shook. His Black conqueror manhandled him onto the mattress on his knees, with that plump ass up in the air. Lincoln knelt behind him, cock hard and at the ready. He set the rounded end against Marvin's tightness. Dee got alongside the mismatched couple for an up-close-and-personal view of the action. While his cock was still slick with Marvin's saliva, mixed with pre-cum, Lincoln dug his fingers into those squishy hips, used his thumbs to part the cheeks, and jammed the head into the bullseye. Marvin wailed. The sound almost made Dee climax. She was panting as Lincoln forced inch after thick inch inside the devirginized spot. Dee watched in fascination as that impressive length vanished into her husband's vulnerable body. Where was it all going? Marvin mewled and shook his head, but his hard-on stubbornly refused to go soft. His claims to heterosexuality were disallowed by the betraying organ's refusal to become flaccid. Soon Lincoln was balls-deep in his monster cock's newfound sanctuary. He savored how snug it was for a moment and then withdrew in slow motion, before gliding back in again. Marvin let out a loud moan.

"Holy crap," Dee said breathlessly. "This is what Missy needed all along."

"For sure," Lincoln agreed, not at all winded from his exertions. Those tireless hips kept moving. Involuntarily, the kneeling recipient pushed back against the anal invader. "That's the way, girl," the masterful Black encouraged. "Let's get some natural rhythm working, you and me."

Marvin was going crazy with mixed emotions. He was utterly disgraced to be used that way. At the same time, his body was enjoying it at some previously untouched level. He couldn't stop himself from twerking as he was penetrated over and over. Dee kissed Lincoln heatedly. She straddled Marvin's hips, facing her lover. The Bull and hot wife embraced as the Black stud continued to work his hips back and forth.

"Are you going to finish inside him?" Dee asked excitedly.

"Damn right I am. He ain't no sissy until he takes a load up the tailpipe."

The abused husband gripped the pillow. He pulled it close enough that he could bite it. Pain and pleasure were becoming inextricably confused in his mind. Lincoln

stepped up his pumping pace. He grunted several times. Everyone knew what was about to happen. With a fierce growl, the Black sex-machine emptied his weighty balls into Marvin. Simultaneously, the penetrated one made a gurgling sound that he couldn't contain. There was a moment of sheer unity between the two males before they settled back down. Marvin wept from mortification.

Lincoln said, "Yo, Dee. Check the sheet underneath Missy. From the way his butt-ring was grabbing me, I think I know what happened."

Dee examined the sheet and exclaimed, "Whoa! Missy squirted on there. It's not a lot, but enough to prove she had a sissy-orgasm." She laughed.

Marvin wanted to hide under the bed, he was so ashamed. But he had to stay right where he was until Lincoln at last extracted himself. As the sexual superman headed for the bathroom to shower, Marvin broke down in tears.

"Poor baby," Dee said with convincingly faked sympathy. "He really rode you hard. But we need to clean up your mess before he gets back. You can't go in the bathroom to get a wet washcloth, and disturb Linc, so you'll have to lick it up. Do a good job, Missy. We wouldn't want to upset the only real man in this house."

"Yes, dear," he said miserably.

As Marvin lapped up his own gooey spend, he tried to deny that getting drilled from behind by the well-hung Black man had made him spurt. But there was no way to convince himself of that. His sore asshole burned. He tried not to think about his chubby girly backside, the loss of all his body hair, or his outfit and cosmetics. At least his ordeal was over. He consoled himself with that until his wife spoke.

"You know, Missy," she said, "now that I know what a Nancy-boy you are, we can have lots of these threesomes. Of course, I'll be the one Linc finishes inside most of the time. But you can suck him before we start, so he's super-hard for me. And after he shoots his shot, a sissy like you will enjoy lapping his cream out of my snatch. This is going to be terrific for all of us. Don't you agree?"

What could he say? In his high, effeminate Missy-voice, Marvin said, "Yes, dear. It's perfect."

In time, he might come to honestly feel that way. *********