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beta boi storyI couldn’t believe it. My wife, Tarla, had been bringing me along gradually for the past year. First she had gotten me to confess my cuckold fantasies. Over two months she went from flirting with guys to petting and then letting them take her to bed. Sometimes I had to be where she went to get picked up — usually some downtown club — and see her leave with someone. Other times I was told to stay home and she would send me photos as the night progressed. I would lie in bed, naked at her orders, and have to wait for the next update on my phone. It was incredibly exciting to have her take a selfie of her face in profile, with some stud’s big cock half buried in her mouth.Then she moved on to feminizing me. I hadn’t been into that but, as she sweetly explained, if I didn’t go along she wouldn’t cuck me anymore. Or she would but I would be cut out of the process. So I reluctantly got rid of all my body hair and began to wear panties every day under my trousers. Then came stockings. If I was in whatever place she had selected for being available to men, I had to watch her with my dick getting hard inside a pair of silky panties, my legs encased in stockings. The panties were especially effective, putting pressure on my erection (even though my dick is only three inches hard). Soon I began to associate being dressed that way under my street clothes with getting aroused. And on the nights she left me home, naked in bed except for those girly items to wear, it was even more effective. I was permitted to stroke myself but not to cum. That really added to the effectiveness of the conditioning.Then she got me wearing make-up while she dated. While I was home looking so femme, not only was she sending me pictures of her with her latest guy, but I had to take shots of myself to amuse and excite her. Then she found some guys on-line who got off on cheating wives, especially ones who turned their husbands into sissies, which I realized she was doing to me. I was upset but by then I couldn’t reverse the process. I had been made, against my will, to desire it.All this time she had been having me let my hair grow longer. It had reached collar length when she declared that it was time for me to get it styled. I couldn’t believe it. But she explained that it would be a unisex look and, besides, there were plenty of effeminate guys in the office where I worked, and I would blend right in with them. So I unhappily went along with it. She took me to a salon that catered to both genders and I had to sit there while my locks were trimmed slightly and cut so they would fall over my forehead. I went from a side part to a center one. There were also blond streaks put into my natural brunette color. It was unnerving to see myself like that, but as submissive as I had become by then, I accepted it meekly.Then came my new clothes. There were tight tops and padded bras, along with some cheap jewelry. Tarla made sure I had several pairs of dangling earrings. We stopped at a piercing place and had two holes put into each of my ear lobes, to be filled with studs during the day. The first time she got me into one of those clinging sleeveless tops, with a slightly padded bra under it, panties and stockings and everything else, I was shocked by my appearance. She had made me resemble a slutty girl. A pair of oversized sunglasses completed the image.But the biggest shock was yet urfa escort to come. On Monday evening she announced that she had a date for Friday night, an on-line find named Len, and that he was going to see her at our home. I tried to protest but she had made sure to wait until I was in full slut mode before telling me. She warned me that I had to be convincing and would need to act and speak in a very unmanly way. She had already taught me to take small mincing steps and speak in a whisper, but now I had to roll my hips, move my hands around in slow motion while I spoke, and sit in convincingly girlish ways. Tarla started me rehearsing right away and said that I was expected to be perfect by the weekend. Worse, I had the entire week to dread being seen that way by Len.Every day at work, and each evening at home I was stressing over the encounter. At the same time, the idea of being cuckolded right there in our house was thrilling. Tarla went out of her way to keep me stimulated and, though she still had me serving her with my mouth, she no longer allowed me to finish. What she had been doing until then was to tell me to assume the missionary position, with my dick lined up with her freshly licked pussy. Then I would be allowed to enter her, but with only the head. She would finger my sensitive nipples and bring me to the brink of finishing repeatedly but not put me over the edge until I was pleading for it. After I emptied my little balls and was no longer in the mood for anything sex-related, she would have me eat her pussy. Of course, I had to lap up my own cum, which was deeply humiliating.Anyway, after she eliminated my releases, not being allowed to spurt all week had me distractedly horny. Friday when I got home after work, she was ready to get me prepared for our ‘date night’. I got out of my male clothing and stood there in just my panties and stockings. She began chatting about Len and how eager she was to be bedded by him. That added to my excitement, of course. But as she began my transformation I got upset all over again. There was a bra with bigger falsies than usual, and a short-sleeved blouse that tied under my ‘boobs’. The stockings were patterned with spiderwebs. Tarla decided that it would be silly to call me by my male name, Kenny, so instead I would be addressed as Kissy. To my dismay, she said that I wouldn’t have on any panties. She wanted my hairless crotch and tiny dick shown off. There was even a dark elastic band that I had to put around the top of my scrotum to make my balls appear ‘prettier’. She also went heavy on my make-up, including a coat of gloss over my lipstick, leaving me looking positively whorish.Tarla slipped into a slinky dress that displayed a peek of cleavage and left her shapely thighs mostly exposed. Len was due to arrive at eight. I paced around until she reminded me to assume a sexy walk. So I had to wiggle my hips, touch my fake bust, and keep my lips parted. Tarla liked all that and ordered me to keep doing it after our visitor got there. Promptly at the expected hour I heard a car pull up out front. I peeked through the curtains and it was a sporty model. Out of it slid a tall handsome guy, well dressed and with a confident stride. As he reached the door she opened it and greeted him with open arms. I cowered in the background as they embraced and shared a deep lingering kiss.Len spotted me. My escort urfa wife told me to come closer. I remembered to use my most seductive walk as I obeyed. Len grinned in a way that unsettled me. When I got to them I was introcued as ‘Kissy’. The striking man put a finger under my smooth chin and tilted up my face, so that I was looking right at him. He leaned closer, until our lips were almost touching. I suddenly felt very strange inside.He chuckled and said, “Looks like I get two hot girls tonight.”Tarla said, “Well, you did say on-line and when we chatted on the phone that you appreciate sissies like Kissy here.””Definately.” He stroked my bare upper arm. “You’ve got a real beta boi there. But right now let me concentrate on you, Tarla.”They kissed again and weren’t shy about getting their hands all over each other. I shuddered with a mix of excitement and anxiety. My wife sent me to the kitchen to open a bottle of red wine and pour two glasses. I knew better than to ask if I could have any for myself. When I returned they were sitting close together on the couch and Len had one large hand on her uncovered thigh. They talked quietly and I could feel the sexual tension mounting. After about twenty minutes they were getting fidgety and by mutual consent decided to head for the bedroom. I hadn’t thought about it before but they were going to be having sex in the bed that my bride and I shared. My dick got half hard from having my cuckold dreams about to be fulfilled, but I didn’t want to be seen like that, especially because I’m so short down there.Len noticed and snickered. “I can see why you made your hubby a sissy. He doesn’t have much going on in the cock department.””No,” she said wistfully. “There’s not enough between his legs to satisfy me… or any woman. But he’s good with his tongue.””Really? I’ll have to keep that in mind.”He told me to sit between them. I squeezed in, uncomfortably aware of being pressed against his muscular thigh. I quivered like a teenage girl on her first date. Len reached across me to give my wife’s breast a gentle massage. Then he did the same to me. Even though my boob was fake, I could feel it rubbing against the receptive nipple underneath and my dick twitched. Tarla used two fingers to massage my dick, up and down. I whimpered with need. Len wet his fingertip and touched the interior of my ear. I shifted my bare bottom around, which had the unfortunate effect of making my dick, which Tarla had released, wag side to side. She giggled and took hold of it again. Len put his hand over hers and applied pressure. He made her hand move up and down, so that it was almost like he was the one wanking me.The two of them headed for the bedroom. I had to follow, bottom rolling, hands under my breasts, tongue slightly protruding. When we got there they promptly commenced undressing each other. Len had an athletic body. Worse for me, he had an impressively large cock protruding from a bush of dark pubic hair, assets I couldn’t come close to matching. He stood by the bed and Tarla sat on the edge of the mattress. He took the root of his organ between thumb and forefinger and told me to kneel in front of him. I gasped.She said, “Let’s go, sissy Kissy. It’s time to live up to your name. Squat down. Open those shiny lips.”I tried to speak but couldn’t. This wasn’t what I wanted. Was it? Len was a good looking guy and that was urfa escort bayan the type I wanted to see my wife with when she cheated on me. And I had fallen deep into my feminine persona. It had even been somehow appealing when it felt sort of like he was handling my dick. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Even so, my wife put her hand lightly against the back of my head and coaxed it forward. Still holding his enviable cock, she made sure it was aimed directly at my mouth.”Open wider, Kissy,” she advised. “He doesn’t have a miniature dick like you.”All at once — as I felt the pangs and delights of cuckold inferiority — my lips opened and I took him between them. His warm knob brushed over my tongue. It also grazed the roof of my mouth. Len was so much larger than me. Tarla gave a slight tug on my hair and I closed my lips. It was somehow satisfying to have him in me like that. I sucked. The first effort was experimental but the second was enthusiastic. OMG, I was giving that stud a BJ. I bobbed my head, taking in as much of him as I could manage. I felt like a total Bad Girl. While I pleasured Len I purred deep in my throat. As I continued enjoying his tool — yes, I was enjoying it — he lowered his head and Tarla rose up enough that they could kiss. My wife was kissing her date while my mouth worked on his member.It went on like that for about five minutes. I sensed that it would be bad for me to finish him, even though some newly awaked part of me wanted to do exactly that, so I took my time, freeing him occasionally to lick the underside of the head and even, once, to dip down and lap his heavy balls. He was ecstatic. My wife made a joke about me maybe giving better head than her. I was fully involved in what I was doing when she at last told me to stop. With unexpected reluctance, I let his let cock slide out of my mouth… slowly. Tarla lay back on the bed, legs parted, and he climbed onto her, entering easily and performing effortlessly. I stayed where I was, with a perfect view of my errant bride’s infidelity. My cuckold mania joined with my growing sissy desires and I was swept away, watching them for the next half hour while they made each other very happy.She finished once, halfway through, and then they climaxed together at the end. A long afterglow followed, with him eventually rolling off her so they could lay side-by-side. There was some more kissing while I looked on, consumed by jealousy of his conquest but also electrified by the joy of being cuckolded. In the end my wife summoned me to get into my familiar position, with my head between her silky thighs, and lick her to another orgasm. Len made a joke about how I was ‘multi-tasking’, cleaning her and getting her off simultaneously. He produced so much more spunk than me, and it was thicker and saltier. She soon shuddered to a last cum of the evening. Then Len said, his voice commanding, that it was time for me to clean him up as well. My emotions ran all over the place as I did it. He even got partially hard again, and I felt a curious sense of pride about that. But he didn’t shoot in my mouth.After it was all over I had to get them refills of wine. Then I had to strike some erotic poses at the foot of the bed for their entertainment. Len had me play with my immature dick but I still wasn’t allowed to bring myself off.”Maybe tomorrow,” my wife’s new lover decided. “There’s no rush. I’ll be here all weekend. And next time you lick me clean after I’m done with your wife… maybe I’ll treat you to a feeding right from the source.”I wondered what it would be like for me if he did. I really was their beta boi sex toy.

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