0 comments/ 32547 views/ 8 favorites The Dickless Wonder By: rikkitampa2014 "You love it, don't you?" "Oh, yes. Yes, darling." "Makes you feel all girly inside, doesn't it?" "Yes!" "Even your voice changes. The timbre. Goes up a couple of octaves. Can you hear yourself?" "Yes. Yes, I think so." "Listen." "Yes, I hear it." "Turns you into a sissy." "Yes." "Makes you want to dress up in women's underwear doesn't it?" "Yes, panties." "Panties and what else?" "Stockings. Pantyhose." "What about your wig?" "Yes." "And lipstick? Eyeshadow?" "Yes. Yes. Everything. Heels." "And prance around the house like that doing housework? After your session is over?" "Yes. I love it!" "You love a big dildo up your ass is what you love," your wife Karla said, over the raging shower water and vibrator's muted buzz. Muted, that is, when she thrust the seven inches of pink plastic jelly all the way inside you. Less so when she pulled it out to the flanged head. When it was inside you not just the dildo hummed; your whole body hummed. You could feel your insides vibrating, quivering. "You've gotten so big back here," Karla continued, brushing shower-wet hair out of her eyes with her free left hand. "Remember when we first started out? I couldn't get my dildo, the one you used on me all those years, up your ass? Well I could but you cried like a baby because of the pain. I had to go out and buy a slimline? Then you graduated back to my dildo—pretty quickly too. Then that wasn't big enough anymore and I had to go out and buy this monster? Next, I don't know, we might have to try one of those big zucchinis from the garden on you again. I think your hole just might be big enough now." "I...don't know," you said, emitting involuntary bubbling laughter. "I do. If not now, soon. After that I may just have to start using my fist!" Karla said through gritted teeth, as she slammed the dildo home. The force of it drove you up on your toes, with their painted nails. You let out a cry. It was not so much a stabbing pain, owing to thrust's depth, as a ping of pain. At about the midpoint of your body. As if dildo had penetrated inside your ribcage. Karla held it deep, teeth still gritted, as you emitted a second, softer, soprano cry. Then, thankfully, she pulled it out to the head, and you lowered your heels, and exhaled. "Oh." "Hurt?" "A little." "Good. I'm surprised the timer hasn't gone off. My arm's getting tired." Karla switched hands, her thick but shapely body shifting further to the right, toward the right angle of shower tiles where you stood, receiving your weekly "treatment." Now both of you were out of shower head's warm multiple streams. Her left hand resumed the rhythmic, up-thrusting motion. "What you need to experience, though, is the real thing. Wouldn't you like that? A real flesh-and-blood cock up your ass instead of a plastic dildo? You on your hands and knees on the bed with your panties pulled down, and some guy's thick man-meat slamming into you, then pumping its cum inside you. Provided he's healthy, of course. "That's my next project," Karla continued, this time brushing wet hair from her face with her right hand. "Go on Deanslist and find you a male lover. Sex-partner would be the better term. Someone with a big thick one like this dildo, who's looking for a middle-aged sissy to fuck. Maybe a younger guy with some sort of daddy complex, I don't know. All I care about is that he's well-endowed and can get good and hard. No old guys. Maybe it could even become a regular thing. Once a week or...Then he could take over the role of sissy training you and I'd be free to, I don't know, video the two of you? And then post them online. My Husband with His Male Sex Partner, Receiving His Weekly Sissy Training. Something like that. We'd start out with you in your lace panties. Then you pull 'em down and he fucks you in your thigh-highs. Maybe we do a cumshot like in porn flicks," Karla dreamed on. "He pulls out at the last minute and jacks off into your dilated hole. That would take some self-control, though. "Anyway, would you like that, honey?" "Making a video?" "Well, that too. But getting fucked by another man? Experiencing the real thing? That's gonna be my birthday present to you next month. You watch." "I..." "Then after he leaves," Karla continued, "maybe I'd sit you down in the shower in your panties, straddle you and pee all over you. We haven't done pee-training in ages and I know you love that." "I love it when you pee all over me," you confirmed, with shaky voice. The relentless motion of the dildo was starting to grate a little. Rub you raw. More K-Y jelly was needed... "I know you do," Karla said. "You love it when I fill your mouth up with warm pee. That's what I'll be doing while he's fucking you. Loading up on water and light beer." "I thought you were going to shoot video. Honey, you're rubbing me raw." "Too bad. Time's nearly up, I'm sure. I can do both: drink and operate an iPad at the same time. I'm not a klutz. Tell me," Karla, switching gears, whispered confidentially, her big wet tits pressing against your back, her lips at your right earlobe. Thankfully, the dildo had at last gone still. Aside from the humming. "Is that what you fantasize about in bed at night up there is the guest bedroom? Hm?" Karla had tossed out so many ideas in the past few minutes you weren't sure which fantasy she was referring to. "You mean...?" Since you weren't allowed to have sexual relations with your wife anymore, including, even, copping a feel, the press of her squeaky-wet hard-nippled tits against your back felt wonderful. "Getting fucked by another man?" she clarified. "Some...times." "I know you do!" she exclaimed, regretfully pulling back. "I know because I see all the cumwads in the waste basket by your little bed." Karla pressed forward again, dildo still motionless. In fact it was slowly slipping from your hole. "What else do you fantasize about?" she whispered. "Um..." "Tell me. Confess." She gave your left butt cheek a pinch. One so painful it once again lifted you up on your toes. Once your breath returned you replied: "Well...you and Trey." "What about me and Trey?" Karla asked, dipping her head into the shower water. "Trey fucking you." "You get off on that don't you?" Karla smiled. "Your best friend fucking me." "He's not my best friend." "He's one of them, isn't he? You've known him for, like, fifteen years." "He's a friend," you persisted. "My best friend wouldn't refer to me as the Dickless Wonder." "I refer to you as the Dickless Wonder," Karla protested, "not Trey. He calls you...Old Man." "I've read some of those texts you guys exchange. Dickless Wonder? DW for short? Is DW gonna be there? That sort of thing. Can't you send DW out on an errand? He's called me a Dickless Wonder plenty of times." "Well that's what you are aren't you? You stand by while your best friend fucks your wife?" "He's not my best friend. And what am I supposed to do, shoot him?" "I'm not suggesting violence. But back in the beginning, when he first started openly coming on to me and sending me love notes and-" "Trey sent you love notes?" "Well, sex notes. Emails." "I never knew that." "Well now you do. And the whole time..." The humming dildo slipped out of your ass, finally, and Karla's slippery left hand fumbled it and it fell to the tile floor. Karla started to bend over, caught herself and said, "Fuck it. Time's nearly up. You just stood there and played pocket pool and never said a word to him. Even when he started inviting me out on movie dates you just stood there and watched us walk out the front door together. What do you think we were doing all that time? At the movies?" "He put his hand on your thigh?" you suggested, feebly. "He did a lot more than that, believe me. Then he started fucking me and you were like—shrug—help yourself to my wife." Now dildo-less, Karla combed her dark, wet hair back with the fingers of both hands. "Hence: the Dickless Wonder." "OK. But it's not like you're not enjoying yourself," you said with a wet shrug. Karla bristled. "Use that tone with me and I'll slap you silly." You bowed your head. "Sorry." "Sorry?" "Dear." "That's more like it." Karla rinsed her entire body off in the shower, including her little patch of dark pubic hair. You now stood with your back to the tile corner, facing her. The warm, humid air was oozing up your dilated hole. A giant zucchini? A fist? How long would it take for your hole to close up after that? Karla's mood softened. She smiled. "What about the other men I've fucked?" You nodded. "Them too." "You get off?" "Yes. Sure. Your doctor friend. The orthopedic guy. And the guy you used to travel with on business. You used to fuck him, right?" Karla beamed. "Many fine times! And you, back here, you'd be dressing up in my panties and fantasizing about us and jerking off?" You nodded. "You're sick," she laughed. "It would take a whole team of psychiatrists...Would you bend down and shut that thing off?" The still-buzzing vibrator in standing water, that is. "That's what I need to do," Karla continued. "Find me a nice, horny psychiatrist with a frigid wife I can fuck. And then in return he can analyze you. Good luck!" I set the silenced dildo on its round battery base on the tile ledge, below frosted glass. "So getting fucked by other men, me getting fucked by other men...What else gets your little pervert self off? Tell me." You shrugged. "Nothing." "Tell me," Karla repeated. "No, that's it. Being cuckolded, mainly." "You're lying," she smiled. "No I'm not." "I call tell." The timer went off. Thirty minutes up. Sissy training over. Karla shut the shower water off. "Tell me." "No. There's nothing," I said evasively. "Little liar." Karla picked up the slimy dildo off the ledge. "Tell me or I'll bend you over and fuck you raw up the ass some more. Tell me!" I sighed. Reluctantly I began: "Brittany..." "Our daughter?" "I don't mean..." "My baby?" "She's twenty-three, Karla." "I don't care how old she is! What kind of fantasies you pervert!" "The same," you said. "Her and Trey..." "What do you mean her and Trey?" "Trey fucking Britt." "You fantasize about...?" "No. Yes! I mean..." "What, exactly?" "It's the same deal. Trey fucks our daughter." "In your fantasies, maybe." "No. In real life. I've seen them. I mean I've gone over to Britt's apartment and Trey has been there. They just finished. Or they were in the middle of it and I left." Karla's face, reddened by the dissipating heat of the shower, reddened even more. She cocked a slapping hand. You cowered in the corner, raised a pair of blocking hands. Karla relented. Said: "I've got to have a word with that girl." Then to me: "How's it feel to be double-cuckolded? First by your wife, then by your daughter?" I had no answer. I was still bracing for the slap that never came. But my friend Trey fucking my adult daughter: did that constitute cuckolding? Karla stepped out of the shower and began drying off, as I stood there dripping. "Wash the dildo off then pull your panties on and get downstairs. There's a sinkful of dishes to be washed." "Yes, dear." You stood there dripping and amazed as your wife's thick naked body stepped down and pirouetted in bathroom's center, arms out as if a reenactment of the Sound of Music. Amazed, that is, by the rapidity of her mood changes. A smiling Karla beamed, as she revolved, lover-daughter liaison apparently forgotten, momentarily: "Lovers who fuck me whenever I'm in the mood. And a limp-dick husband," glancing my dripping way, "who does all the housework so I can go out and play? I must be the luckiest woman in the world!"