Here is chapter 2. More to come!
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Chapter 2 - A New Life Proposed
I dreaded my wife's return home from work. The more time that passed from the man leaving, the more the fear took over the shame. I was just forced into my wildest fantasy and it seems inevitable that my wife will be too. The man who walked into my house and came all over me without even telling me his name would be back in my home tomorrow. This time with pictures and video of me in panties begging for and sucking on his cock. While jerking off to this scenario was a dream I didn't know I had - the reality of it was an anxiety fueled nightmare.
My wife startled me when she came in through the front door. I was lost in dreaded thought and I didn't hear her coming. "Hey babe" she said as she put her purse on the table by the door. She looked up at me and stopped, "What's the matter, now" she sighed. It seems like she was already out of patience for me.
"Nn-Nothing" I said nervously.
I knew I should say something to her about what happened, about what might be next. Maybe she could help me find a way out of it. But I just couldn't find the courage.
"Ok. Well I'm going to have some of the leftovers for dinner then shower and go to bed." She said.
"I've got a bunch of work to do, I'll be in the computer room until late tonight." I said and quickly got up off the sofa to hide in front of the monitor for awhile.
"Mike, did the guy stop by about the siding? Did you talk to him?"
Crisp images of the humiliation and the panty wearing and the cock sucking and the debasement that took place in this living room just a few hours ago went through my head like a machine gun on auto. I nearly choked in response, "Ummm, oh uh, yeah, er... Yes, yeah, I talked to him."
"Ok" She said in a way that told me she saw I was being weird but she didn't care to ask why, "So, is he the right guy for the job?"
"Ummm, no. Yeah, no, p-probably not. He, uhhh, I don't think so." I stammered.
"Ok, well if he's not gonna do it, you need to find someone else. And soon." She told me.
"I umm, he will actually be here tomorrow afternoon to go over his quote... I think." I said with the image of him holding the dildo and laughing as he told me to fuck myself with it, in my mind.
"Tell him not to bother if you don't want to use him, why waste our time?" She said logically.
"I uhh, I ummm think, maybe we should see what he says. M-maybe it will work out." I wasn't making much sense.
"Fine. Whatever. Do you have to be so wishy-washy about it?... Nevermind... I'll be home from work around 4 tomorrow, what time did Dan say that he'd be here?" She asked.
His name made my stomach jump up, "Dan... oh Dan ummm, Dan said that you should let him know when you would be home and he would come by."
"Ok, I'll let him know. Are you ok? You're acting really strange." She said.
"I'm ff-fine. I'm FINE. I just had a long day. I have to get to work so I can get some sleep." I said quickly as I turned back towards the computer room.
"Ok, goodnight" She said and went into the kitchen.
I turned back to her, said goodnight and watched her walk away. Laura was a good looking woman with a great ass. The entire package was pretty great really - pretty face, wonderful, round breasts that were more than a handful. Ten years of marriage had dulled us both a bit but Laura was fun when she wanted to be. She just didn't seem to have much respect for me. Dirty talking about my kinks and playing around with my wearing panties on occasion didn't do anything to gain respect in her mind, though she said it was "fine" when we did it. Certainly what little respect she had would not last through the next 24 hours.
I sat at the computer and thought about what things between us would look like at this time tomorrow. What would Dan do when he got here? What would I do when Dan got here? Dan was already right, sucking his cock this afternoon was only the beginning of my humiliation.
I sat in the computer room that night thinking so much about what might happen that I was sick to my stomach and turned on at the same time. I masturbated, shamefully thinking about being Dan's cock slut. When I finished, I went upstairs to lay in bed with my wife, one last time before she found out how much of a pathetic little fag her husband was. It goes so far beyond what she knows I'm into that I'm not sure she can handle it - and then what will happen?
I didn't get much sleep. I went to work and tried to make it a normal work day. I did everything I could to get the oncoming storm off of my mind. Just when I was getting deep into cleaning up some old emails, I got a text from my wife, "Dan, the siding guy, said he wanted to talk to you about meeting this afternoon so I gave him your cell. Are you good for 4pm today?"
As I responded to Laura, I immediately got another text from a number I didn't have as a contact, "Dan here. See you at 4. Save my contact - you'll be needing it in the future. Oh - Wear panties under your clothes. HAHAHAHA!" Pictures appeared on my screen - there I was in lingerie and a look of panic on my face, trying to hide behind my front door, then, one with my ass full of the dildo he was holding, then one with my mouth full of his balls and his cock resting on my face, then one with his load all over me.
I went into a panic just like I did when I first saw Dan through the bathroom window - or rather when he saw me in my pink lingerie.
The day continued and felt both fast and slow at the same time. My heart was racing, my mind was racing - I also couldn't stop dripping precum in my pants all day. As it got to be 3 o'clock I decided it was time to accept my fate and get on with what looks to be the addition of a significant amount of humiliation to my up to now, fairly boring life.
I made an excuse for leaving early and drove home, barely in touch with the present. Just living in the suspense of what will come to be shortly. I parked in my driveway - Laura wasn't home yet I noted. I set my things down inside the door and went upstairs to our bedroom.
I pulled out my secret box of lingerie and toys and set it on the bed. Staring at it, just wishing I could turn back time. Looking at the lingerie and toys also reminded me of the headspace I was in where I completely forgot about anything in the world other than pleasing his cock. The constant conflict had my head spinning and my small cock leaking.
I decided to wear the same pair of pink panties that I wore the day before. Since he only specified panties in his instructions, I didn't put on anything else.
After stripping down and putting on my panties I sat on the bed. I stared outside while my heart raced. Two cars pulling up to the front snapped me to action - it was my wife's SUV and Dan's work truck. I stood quickly and pulled a pair of sweatpants over my panties and then threw on a t-shirt.
I heard Dan talking and Laura laughing causally as they walked through the front door. "MIKE!" she called loudly, "MIKE ARE YOU HOME? DAN IS HERE ABOUT THE SIDING."
I took a deep, deep breath and walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. As I walked, I tried to imagine that I was just a regular guy sitting down for a regular conversation about fixing his house. Anything but a panty wearing cock sucker walking to confront his fate.
I stepped into the living room. The first thing I saw was Dan, he was showing my wife something on his phone. I froze immediately, my heart dropped from my chest and my vision narrowed to a point. I thought, "Already? No, please I wasn't prepared for this - no, no, no -"
"Oh wow Dan, it's worse than I thought." Laura said.
"Yeah, a lot worse. But I know exactly how to deal with something like this." Dan said.
They looked up at me. I was dumbstruck, just staring at Dan.
"Hey honey," Laura said, snapping me from my panic, "Dan was just showing me pictures he took of the damage under the siding."
I almost passed out from relief. He had not sealed my fate just yet.
"Oh, Mike knows all about these pictures. There's a bunch more I want to show you too." Dan said looking right into my eyes knowing what we both know. He was fucking with me.
Dan was much taller than Laura, slim but not skinny - there was muscle under his clothes probably born from the work he does. He had a handsome face with a sharp jawline covered with the shadow of a beard, his skin was lightly tanned, and his hair was short and unkempt. Just a normal looking guy... with a big cock and a thirst for humiliation that he was currently showcasing.
"Say Mike, why don't you grab me another beer and we can sit down and talk about when we can get started?"
I realized that he had not yet shown her any of the pictures he took but the fear from when Dan first spotted me in my sissy outfit came back all the same. My heart, my mind, my weak legs. This time though, my wife was here so I felt that I needed to keep up this charade for as long as possible. I thought that if I did, there was a small chance that Dan would decide not to go through with whatever he had planned. A slim chance of course but it was the only thing that kept me functional.
"Oh, I didn't realize that you had already got to talking about this over a beer yesterday!" Laura said surprised, "That's not how Mike described it."
. "I...I-uhhh, I'll get that beer for you." I stuttered and I walked past them to the kitchen, awkwardly ignoring my wife's question.
As I did, Dan and Laura followed me into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I handed Dan his beer. He slid a chair out on the opposite side of Laura to suggest that I sit next to him and across from my wife.
Dan took the beer from me with a savage smile. He looked like he was about to unwrap his birthday present.
"So Mrs. Lewen," Dan said as he opened the laptop he carried with him," I have a few files here to go over before we get started on the project and a bit of paperwork to sign by way of an agreement."
Laura began reading the papers Dan handed to her. As she read through them, he reached behind me and put his hand down the back of my sweatpants. He grabbed the panties I was wearing and gave them a strong tug.
Keeping his hand there and tilting the beer bottle up into his mouth, he took a swig and looked at me, "Mmmmm That's good. Real good." He laughed. I lowered my head. In that moment I knew there was no way out.
Laura looked up from the papers, "Dan, I'm confused. This is an agreement for work but we have not decided to move ahead with you and your company. We have a few other bids we are waiting to hear back on."
Dan smiled, "Ohhh, is that right?" He was being deeply sarcastic. I knew it, but my wife was confused. He turned to me, "Mike, I thought we had an agreement - didn't we? I thought this meeting was just a formality." He tugged harder on my panties below the table, out of sight from Laura.
"Well... I ummm.." I was stuttering as I looked at my wife. I turned and looked at Dan, pleading with my eyes - PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T DO THIS, I thought. "M-my wife is right, we are still thinking it o-over."
"Mr. Lewen, I already ordered the parts when you agreed to have me do the work for you yesterday afternoon!" Dan said incredulously, "Have you forgotten the agreement we made?" The sarcastic tone of his voice offset the wild stare he was giving me. He was playing with me. He was savoring my panic. I was his prey and this conversation was the first course of his favorite meal.
I couldn't move - I couldn't speak.
"Mike... Mike!... say something!..." My wife pleaded but I couldn't make a noise. She groaned with dissatisfaction and turned to Dan. "Sir, I don't know what's happening here but I don't like it. I know my husband would not make a decision like that without me!"
My wife was getting angry and that just made Dan smile.
He turned to her, as happy as can be, "No, I am pretty sure your husband forgot - or was hoping I would forget. That's ok, happens all the time - that's why I make sure to record everything!"
It was like I was watching the timer on a bomb tick down to zero. Any second now and my life was going to change in every conceivable way.
He stood up and began walking around the table... 10 - 9 - 8. He sat in the chair next to my wife and put his phone in front of her... 7 - 6 - 5. He fumbled with the screen for a moment. "Oh, here it is!" he said excitedly. My wife was staring at the phone to see what would appear, her anger giving way to frustrated curiosity. He looked at me right in the eyes and smiled as he hit play... 4 - 3 - 2 -1...
I looked at my wife with the lowest shame I have ever felt. Her face contorted in disgust at first, thinking she was being shown some random smut. Then... BOOM... she was beginning to make sense of the video in front of her.
I watched her as I listened to the audio play, "Are you, Mr. Mike Lewen of 125 Walnut Street, going to hire me to fix the siding on your house?"
"I...I...um... Yes, sir, I am going to hire you...any-...anything you want." I responded.
"Good boy. Now, Mr. Mike Lewen, husband to Laura Lewen, are you my good little faggot cock sucker?" I heard as the video played on.
My wife gasped in shock, her jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide...
"Yes sir, I am your good little faggot cock sucker." I heard myself say.
Dan responded, "That's a good boy." Then I heard the unmistakable sound of cocksucking.
Dan put the phone flat on the table and the video continued for my wife. He moved back around the table to his seat next to me. As he sat, he patted me on the leg and laughed, relishing the situation he had designed into our reality. "Now tell me how much you love being my panty wearing cock sucker. Make sure you convince me." I heard on the video. I looked to him to see what he was going to do next, but he just laughed harder.
My wife's hand started to shake in front of her face and she started to make strange startled sounds that were neither words or cries but somewhere in between. She could not take her eyes off of the video.
Dan got a serious look on his face and barked, "Laura!" Still shocked she turned her face to his. He continued, "I think we have a pretty iron-clad agreement in place here. You are going to hire me to do the work on your house. Your husband is going to be my personal cock sucking slut, that I can use whenever I want, however I want. Buuuuuttt..." His seriousness turned to a boyish tease, "if you really want to make a fuss about this, I can put this "agreement video" up on the local message board and we can see what your friends and neighbors have to say about it. That is entirely up to you."
I could tell that Laura heard the words, but she was processing the information at dial-up internet speed. Who could blame her. Dan relishing every microsecond, decided to kick it up a notch.
"Now Laura, first understand that I will do a good job fixing your house and the price will be fair. But I don't think you give a fuck about that at the moment." He stood up next to me, "Let me show you what being my cock slut means for your husband. I know you got a pretty good idea from the video, but there is really no substitute for an in-person demonstration."
Without waiting for any acknowledgement from her - knowing he wouldn't get one, I suppose - he turned to me," Stand up faggot and strip - I want you in nothing but your pink panties right now!" he commanded. To even my own surprise, I did not hesitate. Through the brick of panic and fear and humiliation, I stood up immediately. I took off my shirt and dropped it on the floor. I pulled down my sweatpants and kicked them aside. I stood there, in my kitchen, in nothing but a pair of pink panties in front of my wife and a man I barely know, awaiting further instruction.
"Good slut" Dan said to me and then slowly sipped his beer. My wife, still processing slowly, looking from the video that was still playing up to me and back. Finally angrily staring at her pantied cocksucker of a husband. She glared at me with surprise and a significant amount of disgust. She placed both of her hands on the table and clenched them as if she was trying not to fall over.
Dan was in no hurry, he couldn't be more excited about how this was unfolding. It was like he was showing off his new toy. He was proud of what he was doing to me. Without another word, he reached up with his free hand and put it on the top of my head, then firmly pressed down. I knew what to do immediately. I got to my knees in front of him as my poor wife watched on.
"Take my cock out, bitch." He said matter-of-factly and then went for another swig of his beer.
With the same obedience I showed him yesterday, I reached up, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his zipper. I reached inside, found the large member, already hard, and pulled it out. Then I sat back on my heels, with my hands at my sides.
Dan stepped forward, "Balls too bitch." Without protest, I reached back into his pants and freed his balls, then resumed my obedient position. I didn't dare look at Laura.
"Tilt your head up and ask for my cock." he said. "Please sir may I have your cock?" I asked as instructed. He grabbed his cock and balls in one hand and stepped closer, straddling my upturned face. Then he positioned his cock and balls over my face and released them. They flopped down and covered my face. We sat there again, in silence, for what seemed like an eternity.
The base of his warm, heavy cock sat on my nose. I could feel the length of it run across my face. His large balls and soft sac, sat on my chin, covering my nostrils. I could only breathe out of the side of my mouth. I closed my eyes, in part because they were covered by his cock and balls and in equal part because the shame.
Dan enjoyed another sip of his beer as I noted a whimper from my wife.
"Now, now" Dan said to Laura with a consoling tone, "I know that this is a lot to take at first." He reached down, took his cock in his hand and started to lightly slap it on my face. "You are going to watch your panty wearing bitch of a husband blow me to completion right here, right now." SLAP - SLAP - SLAP "And going forward, you are going to see it often. Here. In your home." SLAP - SLAP - SLAP "I am sure that you have some questions about the video - you can ask those to your husband later - he will be happy to answer you." SLAP - SLAP - SLAP He stepped back, "Start sucking cock-hole." talking to me now as he shoved his cock in my mouth. With my hands at my side, I closed my eyes and began bobbing back and forth on his large cock. "No, faggot, you don't get to keep your eyes closed. Open them and look at me or look at your wife while you suck."
I complied.
"Now, Laura, later today I am sure you are going to have an interesting conversation with your panty boy husband. And I am sure he will have his own version of how this played out. If he was brave enough he would have tried already but now he can't because his mouth is full of cock. Isn't that right faggot?!"
I took his cock out of my mouth, leaned back and said, "Yes, sir."
I already knew I fucked up. He looked down at me, with a smirk that was almost a thank you, and then slapped me across the face with his free hand. It was playful, but it stung and made a loud noise. My wife gasped almost as loudly as the sound of the smack. Then, just as swiftly, he replaced his cock in my mouth, grabbed my hair and started face fucking me. "You silly bitch, you already forgot what I taught you yesterday - if I want my cock to leave your mouth I will say so. If I want an answer to a question, you do not make a decision to remove my cock - you answer the question with a mouthful of dick... Do you remember now cum slut?"
"Ye-thhhhsthhh S-thhhh-ir" I replied around his thrusting cock.
"Good bitch." He pumped hard a few more times and then released my head from his grasp. "Go back to sucking on your own."
"Yes-ththththththh Thh-TH-ir." I responded, obediently looking up at him while I brought his cock to a comfortable place towards the back of my throat and went back to work on pleasing him. I wasn't ready to look at Laura yet.
"Ok, so... Laura..." Dan resumed, "I want you to know that I had no intention of putting your little bitch of a husband in this position, but the opportunity presented itself and I could not say no. I have had a few cock sucking bitch husbands over the years. It's been awhile and I usually have to find them after exhaustive searching online. It was just great luck... for me at least... to find your husband here walking around the house in full pink lingerie - panties, stockings, even a see-thru pink nightie... well you can see in the videos. Don't worry, I'll send them all to you both so you can take a closer look. I was simply doing my job, looking at your siding when this little fag boy walked right by the window I was checking on."
While still working his cock, I then looked across the table at my wife. She was focusing intently on Dan but she glanced down and caught me looking at her. Then, she just glared at me. I didn't dare stop sucking his cock so I kept moving my tongue around the head and going up and down while she watched. Her expression was contorted with a furious rage.
She stood up quickly, shooting the chair back against the wall, "NO! FUCK THIS! I AM NOT GOING TO SIT HERE AND WATCH WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IS!" She shouted at Dan. Then to me, "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A HUSBAND! I KNEW YOU WERE WEAK BUT MY GOD MIKE HOW CAN YOU BE SUCH A FUCKING BITCH?!"
I paused my cock sucking out of sheer mental paralysis, but it seemed like Dan was waiting for this. He quickly grabbed my hair again and pulled me all the way down on his cock - I began to choke on it immediately.
"LAURA!" Dan shouted even louder to get her attention away from the rage flowing through her, "Laura, listen to me! If you walk out of this room right now, I will assume that you are ok with me sharing the videos. I'll continue to use your husband in the exact way that I have planned but I'll do it very publicly." I was struggling for breath around the cock in the back of my throat - gagging audibly while he talked.
Dan continued, "So here is another way to move forward. Right now, I am going to cum all over your husband. He is going to thank me. I will button up and head out. He is NOT going to clean up when I leave. He is going to stay in his panties and covered in cum until you two talk about your next move. As distasteful as that may seem to you, it's what is going to happen. Later, when you have a decision Laura, send me a picture of your pathetic husband covered in my cum to show me you followed my instructions. I hope you tell me that we can continue down this path...privately, between the three of us. Alternatively, you can send me a text telling me that you don't care if everyone in the neighborhood finds out that your husband is a panty wearing, cock sucking, faggot bitch. Then I guess you can get started on the divorce and finding a new job and moving away and all the fun that comes with that path. I think the smart move is to keep it private, at least for now. You can start the divorce process while keeping this quiet and walk away later - but I'm just the guy, balls deep in your husband's mouth so I'm not sure what you think about my opinion. So Laura, are you going to stay or go right now?"
I was starting to see stars from lack of air. Spit was running out of my mouth and I continued choking on his cock - feeling his balls on my chin. Reflex was kicking in and my body was convulsing. I had only enough faculty left to remember to keep my mouth as wide open as possible.
I heard Laura softly say, "I'll stay... let him breathe please."
Dan removed his cock from my mouth just as I was about to pass out. Spit and precum dropped from my mouth and landed on my chest as I gasped for air.
He looked down at me, "Good boy, now use your hand and mouth to finish me off." I got right back to work. "Laura, like I said, I know this is a lot to take in - I know your husband thinks the same thing at the moment," He joked confidently, "but give it time and I think you will be on board with this new arrangement. When I get your text, I'll fill you in on more of what's to come."
Laura stood by the table, she looked defeated. The rage left her and she seemed resigned to the moment. She looked at me, "Finish the fuck up cock sucker, get this over with."
Dan released my hair but kept his hand on my head. I went to work on his cock like a porn star. I ran my fingers all over his balls then grabbed his big hard shaft and started to jerk him off up to the head of his dick. I moved my mouth down past his cock head on the down stroke and back towards the head on the upstroke. I did everything I could think of to give a really good blowjob.
I wanted to believe that I was sucking cock this enthusiastically because I wanted the humiliation to end as soon as possible and doing this as well as possible was the best way to get it over with. But I could not escape the notion that I was giving Dan a really good blowjob in panties, in my kitchen, in front of my wife, because I wanted to please him. Or because I wanted to be a good slut.
I didn't have to ponder this for too long before I could tell what was about to happen - Dan was about to cum.
He was breathing heavy and he looked very happy with himself. He looked into my eyes, "Take my cock out of your mouth, jerk me off and beg for my load, bitch."
Without looking away from him, I took his big cock out of my mouth. It was covered in my slobber so I used that to jerk him. I was careful to keep his cock pointed directly at my face when I said, "Please sir, please cum on my face! Please show me that I'm a good slut for you by covering me in our cum. Please shoot your hot load all over me sir." I kept jerking him and pleading, "Please sir, I want your cum - empty your balls on my fac-" With that, he let out a loud groan and fired rope after rope of white hot jizz all over my face and chest.
I continued jerking him, but more slowly now. His cock began to soften after a few more spurts landed on my stomach and knees. "Work the rest of it out in your mouth then clean me off and put my junk back where you got it."
I knew what he ment. I leaned forward to suck the last remnants of cum directly from his cock. I wiped away any excess spit then put his cock and balls back into his pants. I carefully zipped him up and buttoned the top button of his pants.
"That's a good slut" He said as he set down his empty beer on the kitchen table. Dan looked at my wife, "I'm looking forward to hearing from you. Enjoy your talk. For what it's worth, I've done this before and I'm telling you from experience - it can be fun for you if you want it to be Laura." He laughed as he walked through the kitchen, into the living room and out the front door. "Oh, and I'm excited to start work on your siding too! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Deafening silence followed.
There I was, in my kitchen, on my knees, in panties with a load of cum running down my face and my wife staring at me.