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gothamghost:

Understanding

It finally happened; my girlfriend cheated on me. With that fucking douchebag Devin no less, a guy who often made jokes at my expense and tried to flirt with my girlfriend whenever he could. I was furious at her for cheating on me, and I was criticizing her, calling her a slut. She was crying, and said she wished I could understand, that a girl needs certain things, and that as a guy I would never get it.
I woke up the next day, to my shock, as a woman. Immediately it felt like the anger between us was forgotten, and now we were focused on trying to turn me back. She said her wish probably made it happen, and that I had to understand why she had sex with Devin. I told her there was no way I would let that asshole fuck me, even as a woman, and even, I hate to admit, when I was starting to look at guys differently. “Maybe you dont have to have sex with him,” she said. “Maybe we just have to see him, give this situation some closure.”. “Fine,” I said. “We’ll go to him and I’ll tell him what an asshole he is and to leave us alone. I’ll prove to you that he’s not as much of a ladie’s man as you think he is.”
So we went to see Devin, he was working outside when we came. I was filled with anger, but even I had to admit he was indeed a fine looking man. Even as a guy I knew he was considered attractive, because all the girls talked about him, and he had a pretty manly body from working a lot and lifting weights. But, now as a woman, I wasn’t prepared for my heart to beat a little faster when I saw him. He looked downright hunky, with a well-toned, buff body and big arms. FUCK! Stop thinking like that! This is Devin, remember, the fucking jerk that screwed your girlfriend and made fun of you all the time!
Devin noticed us approaching and started walking up to us, his shirt off, his jeans a little low and showing a v-shaped waist. Why am I noticing him like that? My girlfriend gave me a shifty grin, as if we were two girlfriends admiring a hot guy. I can’t believe that’s how she saw me now. “Hello, ladies,” he said, as I noticed his voice had a pleasing richness to it, “to what do I owe the pleasure of two beautiful women coming to visit?”. What an ass, he knew it was me!
“Drop the act! You know its me, I’m not actually a woman!”. He then looked me up and down, not trying to hide it at all. “Well, I’d beg to differ. You certainly look like a woman to me. I think it’s pretty fitting for you, personally.”
“Look,” I started, annoyed at his words but also couldn’t help admiring his confidence, “I know you think you’re hot shit and god’s gift to women. But you’re not! There’s more to being a good guy than sexy muscles and a six pack! Being good looking doesn’t matter if you’re one of those assholes who just takes what he wants!”
“Wow,” my girlfriend said. “I thought you were gonna tell him off. It sounds like you’re flirting.” “It does?” I asked. “But why? I’m just trying to keep my composure, but for some reason I’m getting all flustered”.
“That’s just your hormones at work, girlfriend,” she said. “Of course he makes you nervous, he makes ME nervous, he’s dazzling!” She was now sounding excited. “Oh, it’s so cool I can talk to you about boys! I think this is what I always wanted from our relationship, you know. Not with all that pretense of you trying to be macho. Just us talking, girl to girl.”
“Ok, this is getting too much, I’m leaving! I’m not a girl! And you, mister,” I walk up to Devin, and lightly punch him in the arm. I feel his hard bicep under my soft hands and it just remidns me of how many he is and how girly I am now. “Don’t talk to me again! You had sex with my girlfriend! After I turn back into a guy, I’m coming back and kicking your ass!” He then does something totally unexpected, and kisses me on the lips. Holy shit. He wraps his massive arms around me sending my mind into a tailspin of girly emotions. As a guy I would never just kiss a girl like that out of the blue, its such a confident move. Fuck, I just told him I would turn back into a guy and kick his ass, but here I am, dressed as a girl in a girl’s body and kissing a guy on the LIPS. I can feel his stubble as he french kisses me. Damn, its gonna take a long time for my masculine pride to get over this one.
He then starts pulling off his pants. Fuck, I cant let this happen. But hell, I am kinda curious. If he has a small dick then I can just laugh at him. But his cock springs forth, and I involuntarily breath out “oh my god” and lick my lips. He was huge, and large, the kind of thick juicy cock you’d see in a porno. Is this what this was now? A sexual situation? I certianly felt sexy, with my tits jutting out and his manly, muscular body flexing as he turned me around. Jesus, how did he get so dominant, and why is it turning me on so much? I would never think of being this forward and yet its just making my panties wetter and wetter and making me feel more girly.
He positions his cock near my pussy – a sentence I never thought I’d say – and I can feel my masculine pride trying to protest. This handsome stud is about to completley emasculate me. Can I really just move on from this and still think of myself as a man? While Im trying to recover my masculinity, he shoves his cock in, and holy shit it feels right. No, I must fight this. Think manly thoughts. But it was hard to think of myself as a man, with Devin’s big cock pumping in and out of my pussy, my hair flowing in my face and my tits jiggling with every thrust. Every time I try to think of myself as a man all I can feel are these womanly sensations. My girlfriend is off to the side, masturbating.
After he finished, he slapped me on the ass. “You know, I never really thought you were a man anyway. I’m glad to see you’ve changed into something more fitting. I think this is who you were meant to be, all along.” He gave me a final deep kiss, and walked away. Damn. Now I know I’ll always be replaying this in my mind, those deep kisses, his sexy body and that unforgettable sex.
I walk back to my girlfriend. Well, I guess she’s just my girl friend now. “So,” I say, “There’s no coming back from that, is there? I dont think I could ever claim my masculinity back.” It felt weird, accepting that. I dont think I fully accepted I was now a woman, one who was into guys, but I knew that every detail of that encounter with the gorgeous hunk would always be replaying in my mind, never letting me forget how utterly feminine I felt.
“Yeah,” she giggled, “I have no doubt at all whatever magic made you into a woman has been finished. He fucked any semblance of masculinity out of you. I’m glad you can finally understand though, why I did what I did. When he’s fucking you, you just know you’re being fucked by a real man. And it just makes you feel so feminine. Anyway, I’m glad we can just be friends now, without any of that sexual tension between us. From what I can tell, you’re now just as boy crazy as I am!”

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Honey! Is dinner ready so soon?

No? Why am I naked? Oh, that. Yes, I know I said I was going to wear that sexy new bikini you got me. And I totally did! It fit, great, babe! And it looked amazing, right Simon? 

See, your little brother agrees. Aww, I’m sorry you didn’t get to see me in it. Another time. When you aren’t being so offensively jealous and controlling, not to mention sexist. Yes, I told your kid brother all about how you didn’t want me sharing pictures of my own body. And how unfair I thought it was that he got to be topless all the time, even in public, while I have to cover my nipples and areolas with these little triangles of fabric as some sort of ritual sacrifice to the gods of modesty. Well Simon totally backed me up. But in fact he thought it was also unfair that I got to see his pecs all the time while I hide mine from him. And honey, you know how much I admire your little brother’s physique, so I couldn’t really say he was wrong, mmmm. 

Hmm? Oh yes, sorry, I was just appreciating his pecs again. So I took my top off to make us even. Baby, don’t be like that. The micro swim top barely covered anything anyway. See, Simon agrees. 

Well but in the interest of fairness I had to point out that even his speedo briefs covered way more than my thong bottoms. So I gave him a wedgie! And slapped his ass. I admit that was a bit too far. I’m sorry. So I let him spank me in repentance. But he spanked me really hard! Several times. You so did, Simon! I screamed so loud I bet even my husband heard. See? 

Well, I was angry and we horsed around a bit. In a fit of rage, I pulled down his swimsuit. I wasn’t thinking! And then I got really distracted. But you can’t really blame him for being so hard after all the commotion. It’s a natural response. And you can’t really blame me for being so transfixed. I couldn’t believe it was so big! So I just nodded when he said it was only fair that I let him pull down my bottoms. It’s true enough. And so here we are, naked. But I am his big sister (in law) and he is my kid brother (in law) so it’s not a big deal. Brothers and sisters shouldn’t have to have shame or secrets between them. Just calm down. I told you jealousy is not a good look. And it’s a bad example to set for your brother.

The straw in my pussy? Oh, um, I mean, in fairness…yes, I have an explanation! It’s just, I saw his cock and he hasn’t seen yours since you were kids. He was just curious how he was growing. And they say you need to encourage young men, so I was just…giving a visual example…of what it looks like when you and I fuck…

It was such a hot plan. you’d been gunning for your friend’s wife for so long. When he suggested a wife swap for a night, you jumped on it immediately. Sadly his wife didn’t do the same when you got back to her bedroom. She looked skeptical. By the time she got it fully erect, she started laughing. It really hurt when she pulled out her phone. Was she going to take shame pictures? This was a nightmare. Wait, no, it was a nightmare when you realized she had facetimed your wife, who was in the middle of sucking off your best friend, in your marital bed. She picked up without letting his, apparently huge, cock out of her mouth. 

“Bitch! I got screwed on this deal! And not in a good way.”

Your wife took a break, jerking him in one hand. “Sorry, baby, but you see what I have to deal with there. I couldn’t let this offer pass me by after the stories you told. But, like, why don’t you just come over? I doubt your husband would mind a second, would you?”

Off to the side: “Hell no!”

“Mmm, that’s more like it. But what do we do with small wonder over here?”

“Leave him. But keep the connection open. I want him to watch.”

“Naughty! Okay, cuck, don’t cum on my phone. If you do, you never get to watch again. Got it?”

cuckolding-and-female-allure:

As soon as he came in her mouth, your wife told you, “honey, don’t say that watching him didn’t make you feel dwarfed. You just have to admit it … and offer him our marital bed.”

Why had I ever made such a bet? It was just the heat of the moment. I’d gotten in some silly argument with this stranger at a party. My wife was annoyed but I wouldn’t back down. Eventually it devolved into literally comparing dicks. His was, very big. I told him I didn’t care how big his cock was, no man could make me feel small. Love and sex are about more than size, I told him. My wife had laughed. I glared at her. 

“Oh, come on. It’s not everything but you have to admit it helps.” 

My pride was besieged from all sides! I refused to concede the point. He said he’d prove it to me. I said nothing could move me and so agreed to any terms he might have. Stupid. He said he’d prove to me that a big cock could make me feel like the smaller man in regards to sex. If he could do that, he said, I’d have to allow him to try to best me at love, too. Deal!

It was then he turned to my wife and asked her to be his assistant with his demonstrations. She was taken aback at first, but soon she got an evil smirk on her face and looked at me. “Any chance to prove this smug bastard wrong.”

I was too proud to back out as I realized what he intended. He guided my wife to a secluded side room away from others at the party. I followed awkwardly, hearing the whispers of my friends and colleagues wondering why this other man was leading my wife by the hand.

“Okay, so your wife is going to service me. If you can watch the whole things and still honestly say you feel like a superior or even equal man, then you win. I will do whatever you wish.”

“Just leave us alone.”

“Deal. But if you do feel a bit…diminished, you have to let me prove that I’m the bigger man in love, too. Cede your marital bed to me for…a month. After that month, we’ll see who she loves more.” Deal.

He instructed her to take off his clothes. My wife complied with gusto. He laid down and ordered her to start playing with his massive cock. She gasped as she got her hands around it. She continued making approving sounds as she worked it to full erection. “Oh my god, babe! I can barely fit my fingers around it! And it’s so long! You must feel so small already. Your cock is nothing like this. It’s a whole different breed!”

I felt sick. “Just finish it.”

“Mmmm, but not with your hands, with your mouth.”

My wife bit her lip. She was pretty good at blowjobs. Even so as she worked it in her mouth she could only fit it halfway in. Fuck.

As soon as he came in her mouth, my wife told me, “honey, don’t say that watching him didn’t make you feel dwarfed. You just have to admit it … and offer him our marital bed.”

Bully, Reunited

Your wife Kimi loved
you and only wanted to help. She saw the way you were still traumatized by
memories of your high school bully, even after all these years. To be fair, he
had done some wild shit to you: encouraging you to john the wrestling team just
to torment you daily with brutal take-downs, pantsing you at a pep rally and encouraging
the cheerleaders to mock your small pecker (a couple had improvised a cheer),
getting you drunk and writing “dick slut” on your forehead in sharpie, the
list went on. It affected your confidence…even in bed. She figured if you could
just meet Adan as an adult, the fear would dissipate. Either he’d have matured
and apologize profusely or he’d be some immature man-child and would thus not
be worth fearing.

What your wife didn’t anticipate was that he’d act very
contrite and agree to go home with her to apologize to you ASAP, only to then convince
her to fuck him in your marital bed long before you arrived from work. Though
Adan had enough stamina to fuck her until you came back and found them.  From the living room you
heard her moaning and calling out about how much bigger, better and harder he
was. 

It was all the “apologetic” stories he’d told her about bullying you that
had done her in. He sounded so ashamed as he detailed hurting and humiliating her husband. Kimi couldn’t understand it, but hearing about you being mistreated drover her libido wild. She asked for more stories, more details. By the time he’d gotten to kicking your ribs in while you
writhed on the locker room floor after a good beating and how he’d then pissed
all over you and left you there with no change of clothes, well, by then her panties were soaked and she was writhing quite
a bit herself. Your old bully noticed and looked Kimi square in the eye, telling her to show him her tits. Entranced, she quickly nodded and pulled her top
down. The rest flowed naturally from there.

You burst into the room with no plan, just pure adrenaline.

“I’m! So! Sorry! Babe!” Your wife cried out to the cadence
of his thrusts.

“Get off of her!”

“Is that what you want, Kimi? You want me to stop fucking
you because your sissy, limp-dicked husband says so?”

Kimi moaned out while Adan insulted you and then looked
sheepishly your way. “No, M-master.” Then she lowered her head and whispered, “I’m
sorry.”

That was pretty much the end of your marriage, as you
watched your high school bully Adan cum unprotected in your wife’s pussy. She whimpered
and told him what a superior fuck he was and how this one afternoon of passion
had been better than years of sex with you. You heard that a lot in the coming
weeks. It seemed he needed a place to stay and Kimi quickly volunteered your
bed. They both got a thrill out of you watching their fuck sessions,
humiliated. To be fair, you were largely humiliated by how hard it got you.

One night your wife asked you to present your hands. She
took your wedding ring and gave it to Adan. He just laughed and pulled hers
off, too, throwing them in the trash. “I own you, bitch, but I don’t need a
ring to prove it.” She melted into his arms.

Adan soon had you running all his errands and serving him
like a maid. A slutty maid. He even got you an outfit to match (on your credit
card). Sometimes he’d call you home for lunch, while Kimi was at work, to suck
him off. He trained you into a good BJ queen. He’d also make you play
fluffer to him in between rounds fucking your wife. Kimi loved that. You all
did.

You slept in the guest room, of course. You didn’t see Kimi
much. Certainly not in a sexual or even romantic context. To your wife you were
basically just Adan’s toy and a live-in maid. Occasionally Adan would come in
late and make you suck him off. It was amazing he could still get hard, let
alone blow such large loads down your throat. After a few months he moved on to
fucking your ass, both late at night and during your special lunches. You hadn’t
been allowed to come for a long time when he suddenly wrapped his fingers around your
cock while fucking you from behind. “That’s a good boy. You have a nice little
dicklet. You like that? Yeah? Come for me. Now.” You came on cue, exactly when he
asked.

One week Kimi had to go out of town on business. Adan fucked
your holes savagely and sent photos to your (supposed) wife. Yet…he also fell
asleep in your new bed, spooning you. That made you feel tingly. You realized
your trauma from Adan’s high school beatings had washed away at some point
during the months he’d spend stealing your wife and domming you. Strange but
true. 

Adan started calling on you more often for lunch meet-ups. And he started kissing you. His kisses were sweet and passionate. Whenever Kimi was away for a night he slept with you or called you to the master bed. He told you to stop calling him Master, though. “That’s Kimi’s thing. Just call me Adan. Or Daddy.” He winked.

Seven months after this crazy mess had started, Kimi (still technically your wife), had another business night away. Adan ordered you to meet him at a
fancy restaurant for dinner. Your treat. Getting tipsy on cheap table wine and
giggling at his dumb jokes, you wondered if he liked you too? Surely not. He
just wanted a nice meal and a hole to fuck. That’s when he pulled out a small box
and presented it to you. Your stomach was in free fall. You opened it. It was your
wife’s wedding band. You just looked at him. He opened his palm and revealed
your wedding band before slipping it on his ring finger. He took Kimi’s and
placed it in front of your finger. “Will you?”

Tears in your eyes, you reached across the table and pulled
him by the lapels to your lips. Scattered nosy onlookers cheered, soon joined
by everyone. Sitting back with a big grin, Adan finished putting the ring on
your finger.

cuckolding-and-female-allure:

Make my hubby ask you to come inside me!

“Make my hubby ask you to come inside me!”

“Heh heh. Tell me to come inside your wife, ‘hubby.’”

“What?! …no. That’s not what we talked about. Even with a condom, the agreement was you’d pull out. This was just supposed to be a fun little one-night experiment with strict limits.”

“I need to feel him finish, honey. Please.”

“You heard the woman.”

“She’s just fuck crazy. She’d agree to anything right now. It’s too dangerous. She’s not even on birth control since we’re trying to have a baby.

”

“Really? Hmm…you know how I told you this condom was a little small? It hurts. Can I take it off and really come inside?”

At that moment she moaned wildly, throwing her head back on the pillow and gripping the sheets. After she came down from the orgasm she put her mouth by his ear and and whispered something you couldn’t hear, “Oh my god, yes! I need that. Make him take it off?”

Suddenly he was off your wife and approaching you with his big erect dick. It turned you on more than you wanted to admit.

“Okay, fun’s over. I’m going to find another slut to make me cum since you two can’t make up your minds. But first, take this tiny condom off me, you little cuck bitch.”

You were confused and paralyzed. Why was this so hot? Seeing your hesitation, he grabbed your hand and placed it on his dick, wrapping your fingers around the girthy base. You involuntarily squeezed it a little.You’d never touch another dick or even thought about it. It felt nice. You savored the sensation of slowly pulling the condom off.

“Next time you invite a stud over to take your wife and your manhood (and I’m sure there will be a next time), make sure to stock some magnums, okay?”

You just nodded, in a daze. “Yes, sir.” Now who was fuck crazy? He walked over to your wife and leaned down and kissed her. That wasn’t part of the deal, either, but you found it thrilled you.  

“Maybe if you provide some adequate condoms next time, this won’t happen to you.”

Hmm? Suddenly he had pulled your wife’s ass to the edge of the bed. What? You were too dazed to process. Then he was inside her again. That roused you.

“Hey! Get off her!”

“Come in me, you stud. Come, come, come!”

“Baby, stop. This isn’t safe. You could get pregnant.”

“Yessss!”

“I’m gonna impregnate your wife, ‘hubby.’ Tell me you want me to take fatherhood away from you, too.”

“N-no!”

“Get over here.”

You walked up to him, scared and confused.

He slapped you, hard. You staggered back. “Tell me to come in your wife.”

You looked down. “no…” you whispered.

“What was that?” He raised your chin and slapped you again. “Tell me to impregnate your wife.”

You teared up a little, feeling so overwhelmed in so many ways. You stuttered, “I c-can’t.” He slapped you yet again, even harder.

“Tell me to take ownership of your wife’s pussy.”

“Fuck! Yes!” Your wife seemed to rock with another orgasm. “Give me to him, baby. Tell him to give me a baby!”

By now tears were falling. “T-take…” *slap!* “…cum in my wife’s pussy! P-please!”

You’d encouraged your fiancé
to invite her high school girlfriend to stay with you while she found a new
place to live. Bad break-up. It would only take a week or two, you
figured. 

“Won’t you be jealous?”

The question had thrown you.
You realized you hadn’t really thought of her as a proper ex. You were normally
jealous of other guys who even looked at your fiancé too hard. Bias, you
guessed. But now that you thought about it, she was always a little starry eyed
when she mentioned Anise, the old flame. And Anise was a bit flirty with your
girl when you ran into her… The more you considered it, the more the idea of
them possibly hooking up gave you a hard-on. Stereotypical, but true. Maybe
you’d even get to watch?

So you assured your wife-to-be
that you weren’t concerned and that she should not worry either. 

“She’s just a friend that
needs a place and some kindness. Be there for her.”

“…okay. If you say so.”

The ex was a blonde bomb-shell
of a woman. From day one Anise treated you like a servant and your fiancé like
a…very close friend. The third night your fiancé came to bed and, after a few
minutes of cuddling, sheepishly asked if she could sleep in her ex’s
bed. “She’s really sad and lonely. No funny business, I swear.” You were
secretly gleeful but assented like an ignorant patriarch. “Of course,
baby. Comfort her.”

You
stayed up for a while, masturbating, imagining what sort of comfort might be
given. You could almost swear you heard moans, but that might just be wishful
thinking.

Next
morning you checked in on them through the open guest room door. The blonde was
wearing the oversize college shirt of yours that your fiancé normally slept in.
Your girl was asleep in her ex’s arms and wearing…maybe nothing? She opened her
eyes, “Mmmm, morning honey. Anise wants you to make us crepes for breakfast in
bed. Um, I mean, I told her how well you make them and she thought you might
treat us?”

You
complied eagerly, feeling exhilarated in a strange way that wasn’t just about
girl on girl titillation. You trusted your fiancé to keep her promise about ‘funny
business,’ in a naïve way, even while her ex somehow coaxed her out of her
pajamas. Imagining Anise breaking down your gullible fiancé’s defenses – and
conspiring to get you to serve them – gave you such a boner.

You
didn’t see your girl in your bed again until two weeks later. And that was when
you came home from work to discover them there, in your bed, entwined. Anise
was eating out your fiancé while she moaned loudly and writhed. Finally, she
noticed you and spoke up:

“She
wants you caged.”

“…what?”

“You
can watch, you little perv. But you have to you have to put your big cock in
this tiny cage, k? Doctor Anise’s orders. She doesn’t want any chance of you
trying to fuck her after you get excited. You understand, right? Or you can
take your boner and go sleep in the guest room, okay babe? I’m her bitch now.”

In a
sort of trance you took the proffered cock cage and put it on. It was tricky at first but the blunted spikes on the inside shrunk you down to a reasonable size soon enough. Anything to see
this action, you told yourself. But part of you knew you loved being bossed
around and degraded. You tried to rub yourself as you watched, but the locked chastity cage thwarted any satisfaction.

You
assumed they would let you out afterward. Assumptions, assumptions. Anise takes you aside and lets
you know the score. Your fiancé belongs to her now and you serve them both. You
cry, grateful and terrified. Anise removes your engagement ring while you do
so. “We’re just going to take your wedding reservations, okay? Will you be her
bridesmaid?”

You
nod, racked with sobs. Your fiancé…um, your former fiancé, squees and hugs you quickly
before kissing her wife-to-be passionately.

You’d been downstairs working late in your home office. Your fiance had come in and started teasing you. 

“Mm, baby, I’ll be up in just a minute to give you just what you deserve. Just have a few emails to write. Go get ready for me?”

You’d lost track of time as an unexpected emergency ticket came up. Twenty minutes later you could finally log out and go to your beautiful partner. She wasn’t in your bedroom… 

You checked the bathrooms and around the house. no sign. Then you heard some noises coming from the guest room where your brother was staying.