29 comments/ 151887 views/ 16 favorites My Wife, My Boss, & I By: James Quiller Frank Ballwell, my boss and the managing partner in the law firm, and I had been working on the month-end reports for most of the day. It was now past 6:00 PM, neither of us had eaten dinner and it was obvious that there were at least a few hours work left. "Well, Jimmy, we're not going to finish the reports any time soon,'" he said "and I have an additional spreadsheet to finish too. What do you say we go eat dinner. I'll take you to my favorite restaurant and it'll be on me. How's that? We can finish up these reports later on." I found it hard to refuse since I was the new man in the firm and very much beholding to Mr. Ballwell for two raises and a promotion he had given me in just one year on the payroll. "I'll have to call Candy and tell her I'm going to be late. But it should be all right. She's been very understanding of all the overtime I've had to work." "Ok, then, make your call and I'll meet you out front. I'll take all this stuff and we can finish up at my place. I think we need to get away from the office environment for awhile." Candy and I had been married almost two years. We graduated college together and got married right after. She had a job waiting for her, but it took me almost a year to find this job in Mr. Ballwell's law firm. A few months after I got my job, Candy lost hers and hadn't found another one. She was my dream girl and I still found it hard to believe she would go for me. 5 foot 2", blonde, voluptuous, with a great disposition and gentle, but forceful personality, we had never even had an argument. The sex was unbelievably steamy. She had a great imagination that continually surprised me with her inventiveness. We had fucked in every possible position and at all times of the day and night. I made the call in just a couple of minutes. Candy was very understanding and I met Frank by the front door. He locked up behind us and we were on our way. The restaurant was of the expensive variety, the décor medieval, and the steaks tender and delicious. I probably had a bit too much of the vintage wine, but Mr. Ballwell insisted. After the comforting afterglow of the meal, I wasn't too sure how much help I was going finishing up the reports. I followed Mr. Ballwell to his house, an expensive two-story in the best part of our small town. A few minutes later we were sitting side-by-side in his den at a massive oak desk. We delved into the reports and they seemed to go a much faster than I had expected. Frank had a great grasp of the numbers and in short amount of time they were basically complete, and it was obvious that I could probably finish them up myself. Mr. Ballwell then turned to me and said, "Jimmy, I mentioned a spreadsheet that I have to complete also. You're not aware of it, but with the recent economic downturn, I'm going to have to lay off a few people. Unfortunately, you are one of the people I have to consider. It's a very difficult decision, but you may be pleased to know that there are a couple of things you can do to improve your position in the job rankings." My heart dropped about a foot. It had taken so long to get this position and the job market still wasn't all that great. Getting a comparable job might even mean moving to another state, just when Candy and I had begun to get comfortable with the extra money my job and no kids afforded us. "Well, Mr. Ballwell, that's quite a shock, but if there's something I can do, I'd certainly be willing." "That's good, Jimmy, and you can call me Frank. I hope this doesn't shock you, but I've grown quite attached to you over the past year. You're a very good looking guy and I'm sure that with a body as hard and as well-shaped as yours, you must work out a lot." He paused to let that sink in.. "Thank you, Mr. Ballwell, yes I have been working out with Candy at the local gym." I was naïve enough to think he was paying me a compliment just to boost my morale. "Well, Jimmy, then the suggestion I'm going to make has a sexual overtone. If you agree, I will be very well-disposed to keeping you on at the firm. Otherwise, I don't see how I can. Your work is good enough, but really doesn't distinguish you much from the other new employees." My heart sank again. I was sure he was going to suggest something about Candy. But then, he stood up next to me, unzipped his fly and pulled out a massive penis. It was long, circumsized and much thicker than mine. "I know you could call this sexual harassment, Jimmy, but of course, there's no proof of anything here in my house. We're the only two people here. As you know, I'm not married. His dick was only inches from my face and it got bigger as he stroked it. It had to be about 7 inches fully extended. I hesitated. "Come on, Jimmy, there's really not much to it. Just put your lips on it and try to keep your teeth away from the skin." I still hesitated. "Give me your hand, Jimmy." Slowly I raised my hand and he took it in his. My heart was in overdrive and I could hear it pounding in my ears. I had never done anything like this before and I certainly wasn't gay. He wrapped my hand around his dick and told me not to squeeze too hard. And then he reached over and put his hands behind my head and pulled me to him. I was forced to open my mouth and take him in. I really did do my best and he seemed to be enjoying himself, making low moaning sounds as he moved his dick in and out of my mouth. He was really just fucking my face. "That's good, Jimmy, but I need you to do a little bit more for me. You'll have to take off your clothes for this. My mind told me I was committed and there was no going back. At least, this would ensure that I would save my job. With many dark thoughts swirling around in my head, I slowly disrobed as Frank walked over to the other side of the desk. He opened a bottom drawer and pulled out a number of objects, one of which was a remote control. He pointed it at the TV and clicked to turn it on. Nothing happened. "Dammit, he said, I was going to watch an XXX movie. You can never trust these expensive electronics when you really need them." I was standing naked and a bit scared a few feet away. "Here Jimmy, put these on. With that body, you'll look absolutely irresistible." He handed me a mini-skirt, black stockings, garter belt and bra. It was already too late to back out and quite frankly, I was a bit excited myself. Maybe it was the pressure of thinking I would lose my job, or maybe I was just a bit drunk and my defenses were down. Frank watched as I struggled with the clothes, but I eventually got them all on. He helped fasten the bra in the back. "Jimmy, you are beyond my fantasies. I've been looking at that ass of yours for a year and it certainly lives up to my expectations. Stroke yourself for me and let me see how big you can make it. Use the KY on the desk. I reached over and squeezed some KY jelly on my penis and started nervously stroking myself. I got an erection quickly, but I only have 6" and it wasn't thick, but it always seemed to satisfy Candy. "That's great, Jimmy, now I want you to bend over the desk and let me get behind you while you stroke yourself. I'll be slow and gentle so you don't get hurt. I suspect this is a first-time experience for you" Frank was a lot bigger than I, and I'm not even sure I could have fought back effectively, if I had wanted to. I was actually getting very aroused. In an instant, Frank was behind me and pushing me down on the desk. He lifted my skirt and wrapped his arm around my waist. I could feel his dickhead rubbing up and down my crack. "Keep stroking yourself, Jimmy and relax. It'll be much easier if your body is at ease." He grabbed the lubrication from the desk and used it liberally. He then started finger-fucking me. "How's that, Jimmy-Honey? Are you enjoying yourself?" I had to admit that I was scared, but was also about ready to come from all the stroking. "Jimmy, you didn't answer me," as he probed deeper into my crack. "You have to be very nice to me, Jimmy, if you want to keep your job and continue to get those nice raises, you know. What's Candy going to think of you if you lose your job so soon? And please call me Frank." "Yes, Frank, I'm enjoying myself." "Tell Frank that you want him to fuck you, Jimmy." I hesitated for a second, but then Frank's dickhead started to enter me." "Jimmy, Jimmy, are you with me?" "Yes, Frank, I want you to fuck me." "A bit louder and with more feeling, Honey-bunch. I want you to smile for me too." Frank was really laying it on now. I felt totally humiliated and defenseless. "Yes, Frank," I shouted looking back at him and smiling, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and long." And I really did! With that, I felt Frank's dick enter me about an inch. It was extremely painful, but he withdrew a little and then started working it in slowly farther and farther. Each time I jumped because of the pain, he eased off. After a few minutes he was almost all the way in and I could feel his balls slapping me. The pain didn't end, but it subsided enough for me to endure it. "You're cunt is so tight, sissy-boy. I'm going to fuck you till I cum as far up inside you and I can." Frank was breathing heavily and his dick was hard and hot inside me. He pumped faster and faster. I could feel his dickhead swelling up. "I'm going to cum Jimmy-Baby, get ready for it." With that, I felt him slam against me, pushing me down on the desk and then he was squirting over and over. He was moaning loudly and panting deeply." Without withdrawing, he said, "Come for me Jimmy, I want to see what you've been giving that lovely wife of yours. He was stronger than I and with his arm around my waist, I couldn't get free. "Come on, Jimmy, quickly, I haven't got all night." He pulled his arm tighter around my waist I stroked harder and faster, and then I was very close. He gave a final push, which must have hit my prostate and I gushed about a pint of cum on his nice marble floor. "That's great, Lover, now we're joined together with a common experience." He slowly withdrew and let me stand up. "Get some tissue from my desk and clean up the floor, Jimmy. That could be quite embarrassing for the house cleaners. Don't bother cleaning yourself up, just put your clothes on, you can clean up at home. Take the reports and finish them up at home and be in my office at 8:45 and I'll let you know what the other thing is that I need you from you." The 'other thing'? I thought I had already done everything he wanted. I could only dread what would be next. I dressed quickly, picked up the reports from the desk and left. When I arrived home about 30 minutes later, I felt dirty, down-hearted and abused, but at least I had done all I could to keep my job. I was a little worried about what Frank was going to suggest tomorrow morning, but after tonight's experience, I thought I could handle it. I probably still smelled of Frank's sperm inside my briefs, but Candy had a nice meal waiting for me. As she hugged me, she noticed the aroma. "What's that odor, Jimmy?". "Probably just a lot of sweat. I've been working really hard, I'll go clean up" I replied and quickly exited to the bathroom. It didn't take much to finish up the reports and at 8:45 next morning, I nervously knocked on Frank's office door. I walked in and laid the finished reports on the desk. "Thank you, Jimmy, please close the door while I look at the final numbers. After 5 minutes, he looked at me and said, "This is excellent. I'm glad I had the confidence to trust you with it. I'm going to present these to the other partners at the 9:00 AM meeting. And now for the second that I want you to do for me. Are you ready? It has to do with your wonderful wife, Candy." I tensed immediately. I suspected something like this, but I really didn't think he would go this far. "After last night, you can probably guess what I want. I wouldn't worry about suggesting it to her though. She came on to me pretty strong at the company picnic this summer. Remember when you got up to get drinks for us? She flirted with me till I had to sit there with a hard-on the whole time. Of course, the decision is yours and Candy's. I need to know by tomorrow morning though, because the names have to be in by Friday. Today is Tuesday, so that only gives us a couple of days to complete this transaction and firm-up your future employment in this firm." I was totally shocked into silence. I started to object. I jumped out of the chair towards him, "But, but...." He waved me back down into my chair. "Remember that remote control I couldn't get to work last night? Well actually it worked quite well. I taped our entire sexual encounter. And with a little editing, it looks like you are a very willing partner to our sexual tryst. You wouldn't want your wife to see you in such a compromising position would you. What would she do if she knew you were gay?" "I'm not gay!" He could see from the look on my face that I was defeated. "Look, I have to get to the meeting now, so you go home tonight and get together with Candy and let me know tomorrow morning if the answer is in the affirmative. If so, we can get together Thursday night at your place. I remind you that I have to have the list of names finalized by Friday. And I will have to start letting people go the same day. Thank you, Jimmy, same time in my office tomorrow morning." I got up and left. Frank owned me and I couldn't think of any way out. If I turned him down, not only would I lose my job, but most likely my wife too. For all her good temper and disposition, I couldn't expect her to respect me after seeing Frank's video. When I got home that night, supper was on the table. But Candy could see from the look on my face and my drooped shoulders that something was wrong. "What's the matter, Honey, been working too hard?" "No, Candy, it's not that at all. I have some very bad news for us. I'm probably going to lose my job this week." Candy's face sank and her eyes widened. "But Jimmy, you were doing so well, what happened?' "It's probably beyond our control now", I replied. "Jimmy, why do you keep saying 'probably' and what do you mean 'our control'." Am I involved in this somehow? "Yes, Candy, I'm afraid you are. Frank Ballwell says you came on to him pretty strong at the company picnic. He wants you and probably thinks you want him too. "What!" she shouted at me. "How could you even suggest that to me? What kind of man are you, giving your wife up to save your job?" With that she turned her back on me, ran up the stairs to our bedroom and slammed the door behind her. It certainly occurred to me at that moment, that I had not only lost my job, but my lovely wife too. I didn't eat much and I ended up clearing and washing the dishes. Candy remained in our bedroom with the door closed. After working on the reports till about midnight, I walked up the stairs, hoping the door wasn't locked. As I opened the door, I saw her under the covers, sitting up and reading a book. After washing up and changing into my pajamas, I crawled into bed beside my her, fearing another outburst. "When is all this supposed to take place?" was all she said. I couldn't believe I heard her correctly. "You mean you're considering it?" "When is all this supposed to take place, Jimmy? Do I have to repeat myself?" With a gulp and a sigh, I replied, "Thursday night. It's got to be before the layoff announcements on Friday." "Okay, then tell him we'll do it!" I'm not sure what I was thinking at that point, but Candy just turned over, turned off the bedside light and buried her head in the sheets." The next morning I had to make my own breakfast and I didn't see Candy at all. When I got to work, Frank was in his office waiting for me. He looked up expectantly and said, "Well, Jimmy, are you going to be a permanent employee, or should I put your name on the list for Friday." Sheepishly, I told him that Candy had agreed to do it. He then wanted to know what the conversation was between us, but I said that there really wasn't any except that she was awfully upset. "Okay, Jimmy," he said, "you and Candy have just guaranteed your future employment. I'll be at your place at 8:00 PM tomorrow night. Ask Candy to cook something nice and I'll bring an expensive bottle of wine to loosen us up." At precisely 8:00 PM Thursday night, our doorbell rang and Frank was standing there will a big bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. I ushered him into the house and Candy turned away from her cooking to say a quick hello. "Hi Frank, welcome to our home" was all she said. She took the flowers and found a vase to put them in and placed them on the dining room table. Her face was impassive and I could tell that she was upset and nervous. You men just sit down at the table and I'll serve in a few minutes. Everything here is almost done." I uncorked the wine and Frank and I filled our glasses. Candy served dinner and we pretty much ate in silence. I could feel the sexual tension building. I couldn't believe that she would really go through with this. I kept stealing looks at her to see if I could judge her mood, but she was impassive. After very little conversation, the dinner was over. Candy stood up and announced, "Give me 10 minutes, Frank. I'll be in the bedroom upstairs, Jimmy will show you where it is." She then turned and walked up the stairs as if there was nothing unusual happening. Frank and I sat there glancing at our watches from time to time and not saying a word. After 10 minutes, Frank stood up and said, "Well, Jimmy, let's go upstairs and see what Candy has in store for us." I replied, "It's the first door on the right at the top of the stairs, Frank, I'll just finish off this bottle of wine and wait for you to finish." Frank looked at me full in the face and said, "No, Jimmy, you're going to go with me and watch. That's the way I want it and I believe Candy will appreciate your being there too. So let's go!" he said forcefully. Reluctantly, I stood up and followed him up the stairs. I couldn't imagine how I could be more humiliated that I was right at that moment. When we got to the top of the stairs, Frank opened the bedroom door and Candy was standing by the bed in just a bra and panties. "Come on in, Frank, let's get this over with. Jimmy you sit here." I sat down in the soft chair by the bed while Frank advanced to my wife. As he got right up face-to-face with her, she put her arms around his neck and gave him a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Frank was all over her, sticking his tongue in her mouth, moving his hands on her ass, rubbing his body against hers. I wanted to get up and stop I, it had already gone way past reasonableness, and what the hell was my wife doing French kissing him? I thought she would just lay down on the bed and let him passively fuck her. All of a sudden, she pushed him away and started removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. His pants and underwear quickly followed. Then she turned around and said, "Help me unbutton this bra, Frank." Frank, with his dick at full mast, touching the crack of her ass, reached over and unsnapped her. Her big breasts flopped down and she turned back to put her arms around his neck again. Frank found a way to move her panties down over her legs as she obligingly stepped out of them. They were now rubbing their naked bodies against each other and getting hotter and more out-of-control by the second. Candy looked down and me and said, "Jimmy, take off your clothes and play with yourself." It was a direct command. I was shocked. My gaze was fixed on Frank's dick touching my wife's pussy as she clung to him. Inexplicably, I had a hard-on that was trying to break through my pants. I took off all my clothes in a flash and sat down and started whacking myself as I watched their bodies meld into one. My Wife, My Boss, & I Ch. 02 After our short exchange of words, Candy got up and went to the bathroom to clean up, leaving me lying naked on the bed. I couldn’t think of anything to do at that point, so I cleaned up in the small bathroom downstairs, sat down to read a book and think about what had just happened. Despite the fact that I was thoroughly and erotically involved with what transpired in the bedroom, I felt a desperate fear and a deep anger creeping over me. That son-of-a-bitch Frank Ballwell had falsely blackmailed me, fucked my wife in front of me and treated me like I had no backbone at all. He wasn’t at all worried that I would lose control and attack him when he stuffed his cock into Candy’s pussy. He even forced me to take part, aiding him in his adultery. I couldn’t concentrate on the book. My thoughts kept returning to the bedroom, visualizing Candy with her legs spread wide open, Frank Ballwell’s dick going in and out of her, pumping load after load of cum while she moaned in ecstasy. I was paralyzed watching them in a mutual orgasm. In these last few days I had changed from a self-confident husband with a beautiful young wife and a secure job to a submissive bisexual cuckold who was afraid of being laid off. It was agonizing to realize what I had become so quickly and so willingly . I didn’t know if I could accept what Candy and Frank had done to me. After a few minutes, Candy came slowly down the stairs in a robe and slippers. I pretended to ignore her, and stared steadily at the book, grinding my teeth, anger burning the veins in my temples. She sat down close to me on the sofa and put her arms around me. “You know I love you, don’t you,” At that moment, I couldn’t think of anything more ridiculous or irrelevant. I knew they had planned this assault on my innocence . “It’s just sex you know, and pretty wild sex at that isn’t it,” she laughed. “You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you, Honey?” I kept staring at the open book on my lap. When I didn’t answer, her tone changed from gently entreating, to hard and direct. She must have known I was angry. “Jimmy, I couldn’t just sit in this house all day, everyday, staring at the walls and watching TV. I was going out of my mind. You’re never home, you’re always too tired to have sex, and you never take me out. What did you expect me to do? You now how popular I was and how much fun I had in College.” “Why didn’t you tell me, Candy,” I shouted. “I had no idea that you were bored to the point that you’d do something like this.” “You’re so naive and innocent Jimmy, you wouldn’t have understood. Frank’s worldly and mature. He knew how to get you involved, and he didn’t want to sneak around. We weren’t sure how you would react if you caught us by accident.” I was silent. My anger bubbled inside me. Her voice was firm and steady. “Jimmy, this is the way it’s going to be from now on. You either have to accept it and move on, or move out. I need you to talk to me and I need to know what you’re thinking.” My throat constricted and I could feel the sweat on my forehead. I didn’t know if I could get any words out without flying into a rage, and I really didn’t know what to say. Tears of frustration were forming in my eyes, and Candy just stared at me coldly, waiting for an answer. “You know, you really looked hot dressed in that skirt and bra when Frank fucked you in the video. I really can’t believe you didn’t enjoy it. I heard you beg him to fuck you harder and longer, and it really turned me on when I saw you come all over his marble floor.” “I didn’t enjoy it! It was painful. I thought I was doing it to save my job and you!” “Jimmy, don’t lie to me, I know you enjoyed it, I could tell by the look on your face. You were in another world when Frank was pushing his dick up your little pussy. And you’re going to have just as much fun Saturday night with Ted! And while he’s having his way with you, Frank will be having his way with me. That’s the way it’s going to be. And, by the way, I do want to see that Broadway show and be out in public for a change. I was upset, but felt cornered and even sexually aroused, and she could probably sense it. With all my conflicting emotions I was thinking about Frank I and fucking Candy a little while ago and another erection was forming between my legs. Thoughts and feelings that I had never experienced were rising deep inside me. Then I had a vision of me wearing sexy women’s clothes, greeting Ted Crasnow at the front door. I wondered whether I could actually do it. Ted was a good-looking middle-aged man who obviously worked out frequently. My anger evaporated. “What did you mean when you said you were going to dress me up pretty?” She laughed. “That’s the way, Jimmy. You’re really very sweet, you know. I knew you couldn’t stay angry. I’ve got some nice sexy things for you. Frank went all-out with a clothing budget for us. After I saw the video of you and Frank, I knew you were going to be a real sissy-boy. You always were a bit effeminate.” She put her arms around me again and put her tongue in my ear and her hand between my legs, massaging a quickly hardening erection. After a few hard strokes, I was almost ready to come a second time that day. My heart was pounding against my chest and my pulse was racing. Before I could come again though, she stood up, took my hand and led me up the stairs. “Now you’ll be my little sissy-boy too. We’re going to have a lot of fun together.” My anger had melted away. When we got to the open bedroom door, I was stunned. She had everything laid out on the bed: black silk French Maid’s outfit, black stockings, garter belt, high heels, makeup and a full platinum blonde wig. She had known that I would give in! “Would you like to try it all on now, Sissyboy?” “Sissyboy?” “That’s your new name, Jimmy. Do you like it? It’s what Frank and I are going to call you from now on. Would you prefer another?” “Candy, this is all going too fast for me.” “Well, make your decision, Sissyboy, there’s no going back now.” She smiled condescendingly at me, like a mother being patient with a misbehaving adolescent son. When I didn’t move, she took my hand and led me over to the bed and handed me the sheer stockings. “Can’t hurt to just try them on. Besides, I want to see what you look like. You’re going to be a real cutie.” Her smile was wide and inviting. I took off my clothes, sat on the edge of the bed and rolled the stockings up to my thighs. I had no trouble since my body was essentially smooth and hairless. Candy handed me the garter belt. I put it on and she helped me snap it into the stockings, front and rear. After that I put on the panties, bra and one-piece shiny black French Maid’s outfit that had a tiny white apron in the front. Remarkably the high-heeled shoes were the right size. She held my face and roughly applied some bright red lipstick and lavender eyeshadow. She handed me the blonde wig. I walked unsteadily over to the mirror and carefully adjusted the wig on my head. I was shocked at the image staring at me. I didn’t recognize the sexy young girl staring back at me. Even so, I thought Candy would laugh when I turned to face her. She didn’t. She stared at me transfixed. “Gosh, you are beautiful, Jimmy.” She slowly stood up, walked over to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips. Then she looked right in my eyes. “This is who you are from now on, Sissyboy. You’re mine and Frank’s sissy slaveboy and you’re going to do what we tell you to do, isn’t that right?” I guess my personality as well as my looks must have transformed. I felt weak, vulnerable, submissive and not a little bit aroused. “Sissyboy?” “Yes, Candy?” I replied to my new name. “I’m not Candy to you anymore, Sissyboy! You have to address me as ‘Mistress’ from now on. And Frank is always Master to you when you and he are alone at work or here in this house.” I found that hard to swallow. “Yes, Candy” I replied, thinking that I was acting out a part in a play. But she was dead-serious and I didn’t see any ‘play’ in her eyes. Before I could get out another word she slapped my face hard. “Did you hear me, Sissyboy? What’s my name?” My cheek was stinging and my eyes were watering. I stared at her. “Mistress?” I replied weakly in a voice almost too low to be heard. “This is your punishment for not standing up to Frank Ballwell like a man. You don’t deserve a faithful wife. Frank and I are going to tell you how to live your life from now on. Is that understood, because if it isn’t, you’re history to me and you’ll be looking for a new job in another city starting Monday.” With a new found respect for and fear of my wife I answered, “I understand, Mistress.” “And this is just how you’re going to look Saturday night when Ted arrives. You’re going to be sweet and submissive to him too, do you understand me, Sissyboy?” I nodded. “Yes, Mistress.” “Get it up, Sissyboy.” I didn’t understand what she was saying. “What?” “Do I have to tell you again how to address me? Get it up!” she shouted at me. And then I understood. She walked over to me. “Do I have to slap your face again, Sissy-boy?” She pulled her hand back to get ready. “Get it up, Sissyboy!” “No, Mistress, I understand.” I was rubbing myself under my dress. “Pull it out and let me watch.” I lifted my skirt and pulled my fully erect dick from inside my panties and stroked it slowly up and down. “Cum in your hand. Don’t soil the rug or the new dress.” “Yes, Mistress,” I said continuing to masturbate with my left hand, my right hand cupped under my dickhead. Candy stood in front of me and opened her robe. She was naked underneath. Her scent, the dress, my hand rapidly moving up and down on my erection and now seeing Candy’s voluptuous body and shaved pussy staring at me put me over the top. I erupted into my palm. “Catch it all, Sissyboy. Squeeze it to get it all out. Cum as much as you can. Keep squeezing it.” I was filling up my palm and it was almost overflowing. Finally, I couldn’t cum anymore and I sat there looking at Candy. Then I started to get up to go to the bathroom, but she gently put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down on the bed. “Where are you going, Sissyboy?” I was going to clean up, Mistress.” “You aren’t done yet, Sissyboy. You’re going to have to eat it all.” The last thing in the world I wanted to do was put that in my mouth. I was totally drained of any sexual emotion. Candy reached over and put her hand under mine and slowly raised it towards my face. “Every last drop, Sissyboy, open your mouth wide.” Her voice was loud, firm and irresistible. As our hands neared my face, I gradually opened my mouth as she pushed my palm to my lips forcibly. I could smell the strong odor of sperm approaching my face. Candy gave it one final push and my hand was against my face and my mouth was filling with my cum. I closed my lips so I wouldn’t spill it on the dress. My mouth was full, but I couldn’t swallow it. She kept my hand and hers against my face so I couldn’t spit it out. “Swallow it all, Sissyboy, swallow it! You swallowed Frank’s, now swallow yours.” With my mouth filled with cum, I was paralyzed. I desperately wanted to spit out the creamy liquid in my mouth, but my throat spasmed and I involuntarily swallowed a bit. And then she squeezed her hand into my cheeks. I swallowed it all in one big gulp. “I hope you liked it, Sissyboy, ‘cause your going to get a lot of it from now on, yours and everyone Frank and I can find who’s willing to fuck you. There’s a nightgown in the closet for you to sleep in. I’ll be getting rid of all your “men’s” underwear and pajamas tomorrow. When you go to work from now on, you’ll be wearing panties under your slacks and a camisole under your shirt. You’ll be painting your toenails bright red too. Now go downstairs and sleep on the sofa. I’ll let you know when you can approach me again. It won’t be any time soon.” Without saying anything, I walked to the closet, undressed, hung up the dress, put on the silky white nightgown, and went downstairs to sleep on the sofa. Candy closed the door and I heard her lock it behind me. My Wife, My Boss, & I Ch. 03 The layoffs were announced on Friday morning and by the afternoon, three of the men I had started work with a year ago were gone forever. I think they were all quite surprised that I was still on the payroll. It certainly didn't make sense. I mean, what had I done to distinguish myself from them? But then, my wife had the given me an inside rail on the competition. And her sexual favors had pushed me over the finish line in first place. Frank Ballwell, the managing partner of the firm, had even promised me another raise within a few months. Even though my job was safe, I was apprehensive about what was going to happen this weekend. He was going to take my wife to a Broadway show and keep her out all night. I was supposed to stay home and wait for his Chief Financial Officer, Ted Crasnow, to come over and fuck me. Late Friday afternoon, Frank's secretary called and told me Frank wanted to talk with me in his office. I entered and closed the door behind me and sat in the plush chair across from his desk. "Well, Sissy-boy," that was the humiliating name Candy and he had chosen for me, "I just wanted to make sure we're all set for tomorrow night. I'm really looking forward to taking your wife out and then to my place for the night. There's no problem is there?" I think he took special pride in calling me that name. I was their little sissy-boy now. I know he was waiting for me to address him as 'Master'. "No, uh, Master, there's no problem. None that I can think of." I was a weak image of my former self. "That's great. By the way, Candy tells me that you're wearing panties to work now and painting your toenails. Is that true?" "Yes, yes it is." He was silent as he stared at me. "Yes, Master, yes it is." "That's better, Sissyboy. Would you mind showing me?" "Showing you?" He was silent again and seemed to be a bit angry. "Sissy-boy, you need to learn how to address me properly." I was totally abashed. "You want me to show you, Master? What should I do? You don't expect me to undress here do you?" "Ah, but that's exactly what I want you to do, Sissyboy. Candy tells me you look quite the little whore when you dress up." "But what about your secretary? What if she comes in?" He reached over and pushed a button on his desk. A few seconds later his middle-aged secretary, Evelyn came in. Evelyn was about 50 years old and had kept her shape despite her years. For 50 years old she was still a very attractive woman. "Please sit down, Evelyn, Sissyboy is going to put on a show for us." Evelyn just looked over at me expectantly with a slight smile. "Did you know Sissyboy wears panties to work, Evelyn? He was about to model them for me." Evelyn didn't say anything, but my face was red and I was starting to sweat. I couldn't believe he would embarrass me like this. "Well, let's get started, Sissy-boy." I just sat there. "Evelyn, have we finalized the layoff list or can we add another name to it?" "We could still add a name Mister Ballwell. It certainly would help the bottom line." By the way, I have a very interesting video that you would enjoy, Evelyn. Would you like to see it? It's entirely X-rated" He was talking about the video of him fucking me at his house a few nights ago. Frank looked at me to see if I would object. Slowly I started to take off my tie and unbutton my shirt. Instead of a t-shirt underneath, Candy had made me wear a camisole, a silky white cover with adjustable shoulder straps. I stood up and took off my shirt. "Turn around, Sissyboy, model for us." Slowly I turned around. I was totally humiliated. "Well let's see the rest, Sissy-boy, Evelyn and I are excited, aren't we Evelyn?" "Yes, Mister Ballwell, I think he's cute. I didn't know he was transsexual." I started to object, but Frank cut me off. "Just go on with the show, Sissyboy, Evelyn's just teasing you." I took off my shoes and socks, stood up on bare feet, loosened my belt and lowered my pants and stepped out of them. I was wearing pink full-cut nylon panties with a frilly edge all around. I suddenly realized Candy must have picked them out knowing about this encounter with my boss. "Gosh, Sissyboy, you're really hot. Walk around, let's see you from all sides. Model for us." I walked the length of his office wearing just the panties and the camisole. I turned and walked back. The shape of my penis was very visible through the panties as I walked. "I'd like you to show Evelyn a bit more, Sissyboy. Wouldn't you like to see more Evelyn?" I froze, fearing the worst. Evelyn just stared at me to see what I would do. Evidently, nothing amazed her. "We're waiting, Sissyboy." Slowly I lowered my panties and stepped out of them. My dick was semi-hard from rubbing against the nylon panties. They were staring at me. "Evelyn, did I tell you I fucked Sissy-boy's wife yesterday. He even helped me, didn't you Sissyboy?" Involuntarily my dick got even harder remembering yesterday. "Look at that, Evelyn, Sissy-boy is getting excited. I'll bet he's thinking about yesterday. Have you ever met Candy?" "Yes, I did Mr. Ballwell, at the summer picnic, a very sexy young girl. I'll bet she's a bit much for Jimmy." "Please let me get dressed." I was almost ready to cry. He must have had one soft spot left in his heart. "Okay, Sissyboy, that's enough, get dressed and I'll see you and Candy tomorrow night. Evelyn, thanks for sharing this with us." Evelyn got up without a word and left the room. I started to put my clothes back on wondering how much more of this I could take. "See you and Candy tomorrow about eightish, Sissyboy. Thanks for the little show. We'll have to do this more often. Loved the pink panties." I finished putting on my clothes and walked to the door. Before I could open it I herard, "Sissyboy, you didn't say goodbye." "Good-bye, Master." "Good-bye, Sissy-boy." I couldn't look at Evelyn as I passed her desk in the outside office, but I could hear her laugh as I went by. * * * * * * * * * * * * Saturday morning I woke up and stretched to loosen my muscles from the confining shape of the sofa and wondered what was in store for me tonight. The past week had seen a shocking life-change for me. I was no longer a person that I could respect. I belonged to my beautiful, but domineering wife and her new boyfriend, Frank Ballwell, my boss. I was sleeping on the sofa because of a game they were playing with me. They were turning me into their sissyboy. Candy and Frank planned to go to a Broadway show together tonight. I was supposed to stay home and provide Frank's CFO Ted Crasnow with a special kind of sexual favor for which I had very little experience or much desire. It was their way of keeping me busy and submissive while they did whatever they wanted with each other out of my sight. There was an extra feeling of personal humiliation on my part knowing that acquaintances would be seeing Frank and my wife together too, surmising what was going on. People would say, "Candy, you look wonderful in that dress, where's that handsome husband of yours?" And Candy's answer would be something like, "Oh thank you, Frank Ballwell bought me this dress, isn't it sexy? And my husband's home being fucked by a mutual friend." Despite the change in my situation, the change in Candy's personality had been equally as dramatic. Like most husbands, I thought my wife was domesticated and compliant, a stay-at-home who cooked supper and waited anxiously for her husband to come home from the job that gave us a decent living. But when Candy dressed me up in women's clothes, and slapped my face to make me comply with her wishes, she wasn't that woman anymore. Something had transformed her, a deep, overwhelming need to take control of her life and mine, a need to discard a simple-minded, submissive wifely role and plunge into a world of kinky sexual adventure. It was surely a game, but a very serious game in which she played the queen and I played the pawn. "Get cleaned up, we're going out. You can use the upstairs bathroom now." She was standing over me. The early morning sun flowed through the window at her back and cast a shadow over me, literally and figuratively. We spent the day shopping. Candy had a few accessories to pick up for her date, a necklace and bracelet that would nudge the limit of my paycheck, some sexy underclothes and a few things for me that she wouldn't show me until we got home. We ate lunch in a restaurant. The conversation was stilted. Candy was distracted, probably musing over what would happen at Frank's place after the show. Before long it was late afternoon and we had to head home to get ready for what was to be a big night for both of us. When we came in the front door, Candy immediately said, "Take off all your clothes and wait for me in the bathroom. I'm going to help you get ready. Be sure to shave close." I had wondered how that was going to work. I certainly didn't know anything about putting makeup on. "But you're going to have to learn fast, Sissyboy. I can't do this for you all the time. I have to get myself ready. " "Here." She handed me a bag. "I bought you a book and some cheap makeup to help you practice and learn later on. You can put it on after work every night." The bag was filled with all kinds of small packages in various bright and pastel shades. She pulled the book out of the bag and handed it to me. It was a guide to applying makeup. Evidently, this was going to be a regular thing. I wondered if I was ever going to able to fuck my wife in a normal way again. "And I think you should grow your hair kind of long, wigs are so phony. I'll style it for you for awhile, or I can take you to the beauty salon." "Candy, I can't believe you're going so far with this. What do you think I am? Why can't we go back to being the way were?" "The way we were ended when we gave into Frank, Sissyboy. I'm going to enjoy my life and you'd better learn to also. You may not understand, but you need me to tell you what to do. You're so naïve, Jimmy." I didn't say anything, I just turned and headed upstairs to take a shower, shave and wait for her. When I stepped out of the shower, Candy was waiting. The sink was covered with all kinds of makeup in shades of pink, red and lavender. She sat me down in the chair she normally used for herself and started applying makeup. Eventually my face was covered with cream and foundation, rouge, eye-shadow, eyeliner, fake oversized lashes and finally a sultry shade of shiny pink lipstick. When she was done, she admonished me loudly not to 'mess it up', handed me a small pink bottle, told me to go paint my fingernails and toenails and to wait for them to dry properly, then to get dressed and wait for her downstairs. As I looked at myself in the mirror I had to admit that she was an artist. The result was professional. I didn't look like a hooker, I looked more like a young girl who was ready for a heavy date and wanted to impress. All the clothes were laid out on the bed, the same French maid's outfit I had tried on a couple of days ago, the blonde wig, high heels and lingerie that went with it. There was a fake pearl necklace and bracelet too. I put them all on and walked carefully downstairs to have a couple of strong drinks. I felt somewhat like a clown with all that stuff on my face, but somehow it felt sexy and had me aroused, especially the nylon panties pressing my penis against my abdomen. Had I always been this way? Could I remember anything from my childhood that would make me like this? Was I enjoying being submissive? I wasn't sure, but there was a kind of comfort in letting someone else take control; letting someone else tell you what you are and what you should want. I wasn't totally opposed to what was happening. And I had to admit that I felt sexy in a submissive feminine sort of way. I sat and watched TV and had a couple of martinis while I waited for Candy to come down. I didn't know what time Frank and Ted were going to arrive, or whether they would come together or separately. But I surely had quite a buzz on when I started into my third drink. And the doorbell chimed. My insides panicked. Was it Frank or Ted? And what would happen when I opened the door dressed in drag? Standing up slowly and wobbly on my high heels I started walking towards the front door. I knew I should have practiced with these high heels a lot more! I almost fell a couple of times and had to reach my hand out to catch the doorknob to steady myself. I had trouble forcing my hand and mind to turn the knob, but I couldn't stand there forever. I swung the door open slowly. It was Ted. I stood there not knowing what to say. He stood there staring at me. Amazingly, he produced a bouquet of red roses from behind his back and handed them to me. "Hi, Sweety, how they hangin'? You look great!" I really didn't think that was funny. And then I heard Candy's voice from upstairs, "Who is it, Jimmy?" "It's Ted Crasnow." I shouted in an all too self-conscious masculine voice. She was at the top of the staircase in a half-open robe, her breasts almost falling out, looking down at me in the doorway. "Well make him a drink. Don't just stand there, Sissyboy." God, I had to get another name even if it was feminine. Sissyboy was entirely too demeaning, even for me. I turned around. Ted stepped in and put his arm around my waist. "Hey, what's this Sissyboy stuff?" he said as he tightened his arm around me steadying me on my feet. He was strong and had no trouble at all holding me straight. I found his arm to be comforting, his scent sweet and enticing. Was I giving in to him already? I looked up and Candy was just turning around as Ted walked me into the living room and seated me on the sofa. "How about that drink, or should I make it myself, Sissyboy?" He laughed and headed to the kitchen as I settled back on the plush pillows. He seemed to know his way around and in a couple of minutes was back with a martini. He took a couple of sips, sat down close beside me and put his drink on the coffee table. He slipped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him and kissed me full on the lips. His other hand roamed down to my leg, under my dress and up and down the front of my panties. I tried pulling away, but I was already half drunk, very horny and weakening fast. I hadn't said a word yet, and it didn't look like I was going to get much chance to. I thought he would at least wait till Frank and Candy left. And then the doorbell rang again. Ted just looked at me. "Do you want me to get that, Sissyboy. You don't look too steady." "Yes, please," I replied, thankful for the interruption. Of course it was Frank Ballwell. Ted opened the door and Frank cruised in like he owned the place. Maybe he did. "Where's Candy?" And then he saw me sitting on the sofa dressed like a French Maid. His laugh was loud and embarrassing. "Hey, Sissyboy, you look really beautiful tonight. Maybe I'll take you to the show instead of Candy." "I'll be down in a minute, Frank, fix yourself a drink." Candy's voice floated down from somewhere upstairs. "The stuff's in the kitchen, Frank, have a martini on me," Ted laughed too. As Frank moved out of sight, Ted started mauling me again. This guy was ready for some serious playtime. "What's going on over there?" It was Candy at the top of the stairs in the most beautiful gown I had ever seen. It clung like a snakeskin and shimmered like blue-cut diamonds as it caught the light moving over her sinewy voluptuous body. It was low-cut to the point that it appeared that her nipples would be exposed as her breasts bounced gently in rhythm with her body descending the stairs. She was looking at Ted with one arm around my shoulders and the other burying itself under my petticoats. She smiled and looked ready to laugh. "I guess I don't have to worry about you two. Looks like your going to get along just fine." She walked into the kitchen to look for Frank. As soon as she passed, Ted renewed his attack on what was left of my virtue. One part of my mind was trying to hear and figure out what was going on in the kitchen and the other trying to figure out what to do about Ted. I had a vision of Frank's hands roaming around Candy like Ted's were around me. But with Ted's hand rubbing my dick through the nylon panties, I was getting aroused in spite of myself. In a minute, Frank and Candy came into the living room hand-in-hand and sat down together on the love-seat across from Ted and I. They each had a drink, but managed to kiss each other lightly so as not to mess up Candy's lipstick. "Well, Sissyboy," Frank said, "I hope you have a good time with Ted tonight, because I'm going to fuck the living daylights out of this lovely lady beside me." Candy laughed, "Frank, you shouldn't rub it in. He's still getting used to the idea that he belongs to us. Poor little boy, or is it poor little girl, Sissyboy?" they both laughed as I sat there staring at them, my heart constricting tightly in my chest. I lowered my head trying to think of something to say to get back at them, but it's hard to argue when you're dressed as a French maid and someone has his hand up your skirt. I was hoping they would just leave so that I could deal with Ted in my own way. I'm wasn't sure about what I was going to do, but I thought I could handle it better alone. Then Candy spoke up, "Frank, don't you think Jimmy's so pretty tonight. Wouldn't it be a shame to waste all that loveliness. Let's have him put on a show. We have time don't we?" "Plenty of time, Candy, I'd love to see if he's learned anything too. Whaddya say Teddy?" They didn't even ask me. Teddy spoke right up, "Gosh, he is pretty isn't he? "Stand up, Sissyboy and turn around. Let everyone see how good you look," Candy said. I stood up and slowly turned around in a circle, a bit more confident on my high heels, even though I was still a bit unsteady from the martinis." Frank spoke, "What's he wearing underneath, Candy? I'd like to see." "Lift your skirt, Sissyboy. Let everyone see your pussy." Candy said, looking straight into my eyes, daring me to challenge her. I lifted my skirt as I turned around again. The panties were shear black see-through. They could all see my hardon. And then Ted stood up behind me and put his hand on my dick, rubbing up and down, squeezing me tightly with his other arm. He worked his hand inside my panties and pulled them down in front to show Candy and Frank. "I'm going to fuck you right in front of your wife and her lover, Sissyboy, got any objections?" "Please don't," I said as I ineffectively tried to struggle away. He had his hand on my dick and was holding tight, jerking up and down. "Gonna come now, Sissyboy? Come on let's see you squirt." Frank and Candy were smiling, sipping their martini's, reveling in my discomfort as Ted's hand worked it's way tightly up and down on me. "How about Doggie-style, Baby. Get down on all fours." He put his hand on my back and pushed me slowly down. I was in a kneeling position, then on my hands and knees with my panties down around my thighs and he was lifting my skirt. I heard his zipper go down and then I felt his dick in the crack of my ass. It was already hard. I was going to have to let Frank and Candy watch him fuck me. He must have spit on his dick, because it was moist as I felt him pushing against my opening. It took a couple of minutes, but he worked it up inside me slowly. And then he started pushing me over to where Frank and Candy were sitting. When I was very close to Frank Ballwell, between his legs, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick close to my mouth. "Do a good job, Jimmy-Baby. Just enough to get me warmed up for your wife." I mouthed his dick as Candy watched me, still taking sips from her drink. I saw her light up a cigarette and take a deep draw and then blow it in my direction. My Wife, My Boss, & I Ch. 03 "Isn't this wonderful, Sweetheart," Frank said looking at Candy. "I had no idea how compliant your husband would be. We should have started this a long time ago." I felt Ted's dick moving deep inside me and Frank was moaning low. Abruptly he pulled his erection out of my mouth and put it back in his pants. "That's enough, Sissyboy, don't want to spoil the evening do we. But I do thank you." Ted was jerking me off as fast as he could and I couldn't hold back. I felt myself getting ready to explode. I tried to tell him to stop, but it was too late. I squirted all over the floor at Frank's feet, some of it covering his shoes. All of a sudden, Ted exploded inside of me too and pulled me up straight as he did. When he was done shooting his load, he let go of me and I fell forward onto my hands again, looking down at Frank's shoes. "Would you please clean that off for me, Jimmy?" It was Frank. "I can't go out with your cum on my shoes." "C'mon, Sissyboy, do it!" It was Ted still holding me around the waist. "Jimmy, that is so hot. I want to see you do it." Candy was with them. It was no longer humiliation for me. I felt an intense and immediate arousal. I stared at the creamy white globs covering Frank shoes, and I knew I would do it for them. I had become their total and willing slave. I bent my face down and started to lick the creamy white globs off of his shoes, first one and then the other. I reveled in it, I couldn't stop. I had totally given up responsibility for my actions. I had a deep and intense need to be their sexual servant. When I was done, I straightened up. I think everyone was shocked. Evidently, they didn't expect me to be the perfect servant of their wills. And then something happened that I didn't expect. Candy slipped off the sofa onto the floor beside me. She pushed Ted's arm away and put her arm around me, pulled me close and pulled my head down to her shoulder. "Poor Jimmy. I'm sorry, Jimmy, but you needed this. This is who you are and I think you understand that. You're now sexually liberated. I think we're going to be much happier now." Frank got up and said, "C'mon Candy, time to go." He took her hand and she walked to the door beside him. She put her arm in Frank's and turned to me as they headed towards the door. "Goodnight, Sissyboy. I love you. Don't wait up. I'll see you in the morning." As they disappeared through the front door I could see Frank Ballwell's hand on her ass. I heard Ted's voice behind me. "How about getting me a beer, Sissyboy. I hear there's a good football game on TV tonight." My Wife, My Boss, & I When I was totally naked, Candy leaped up on Frank and wrapped her legs around his waist and continued to kiss him open-mouthed. Frank slowly turned around so that Candy's ass was close to my face, his dick was right directly under her pussy, and I could see that she was already wet and dripping. It didn't take Frank long to find the opening and Candy slowly settled down on him as he moved deeply inside her inch by inch. I was about ready to cry seeing another man's dick inside my apparently more-than-willing wife. Frank pushed and pulled her up and down on his dick as she moaned loudly.. Then he laid her down on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide open with his massive dick inside her. I was behind him now and I couldn't see too well what he was doing, but he said to me, "Stand up, Jimmy, I want you to see me fucking your wife. It's an important lesson for you and I want you to hear her when she comes and I plant a big load inside her. Isn't that right, Candy?" "Yes, oh yes, Frank, just fuck me, I'm getting hot, I'm getting hot." And then as he pumped her, she started to scream in ecstasy more than she ever did with me. A minute later when she calmed down, Frank looked at me and said, "Give me your hand, Jimmy." I gave it to him and he placed it on his ass which was pumping in and out. "That's right, Jimmy, push me into your wife, I want you to feel me when I come. Rub your fingers up and down my crack." I was whacking myself with one hand and feeling him up with the other, as Candy watched us. "Put your finger in my asshole, Jimmy, I'm going to cum soon." I found his opening and pushed my index finger into his hole. He started moving faster and faster and then grunted and groaned, "Here it comes, Jimmy, stay with me." And then he started gushing into my lovely wife. He must have come about a gallon. It seemed like he jerked 5 or 6 times before he finally stopped. When he was done, he looked at me. "I'm going to pull out now, Jimmy, and I want you to see my cum in your wife's cunt." He reached back and took my hand as he moved out of my wife's cunt. I heard a slight 'plop' and then I was standing there looking down at what he had just done. My wife's pussy was open and full of creamy white liquid. Then he moved to the side, pulled me over and put his hand on my shoulder as Candy lie there with her legs spread and her pussy open, filled with his sperm. "Candy and I want you to experience this, don't we Candy?" She just stared at me while Frank forced me down to my knees between her legs. When I was all the way down, I was staring directly at her cunt. And then Frank put his hand behind my head and forced me closer and closer until my face was right up against her cunt lips. I felt my wife's hands grab my head also and they were both pushing me hard against her. I couldn't breath. Each time I tried to catch a breath, I would suck in and swallow more of his cum, until I had to swallow it all. Candy was moaning again, and was in the midst of another orgasm. She screamed just as I swallowed the last of Frank's sperm. Frank, let go and said, "Okay, Jimmy, I think you can fuck your wife now while I clean up. I'll be back in a minute." He casually picked up his clothes and walked into the adjoining master bathroom. Candy looked me straight in the eyes. "It's your turn now, Jimmy. Come on, you need to cum too." With that, I entered my wife and after a few quick strokes, came hard and collapsed beside her on the bed. I lay there silently with her at my side, not knowing what to say, until Frank emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, just tightening his tie. That was great, Candy, and he bent down and kissed my wife. "By the way, Jimmy, Candy and I will be going to that new Broadway show Saturday night. I've already bought her a very expensive evening gown for the event. Don't wait up for us, she'll be spending the night at my place. Candy will tell you the rest of it, I have to get going now. And thanks for the reports, the other partners thought they were great. Bye you two, take care. I'll see my own way out." I looked at my formerly very innocent wife. "What's going on? What is all this?" "Frank's taking me out, Jimmy, but don't worry, you won't be alone. There's someone coming to spend the night with you." I didn't know what she was talking about, but I had images of a sexy blonde escort showing up at my front door. That hope was quickly dashed. You know Frank's Chief Financial Officer, Ted Crasnow. Evidently, he's taken quite a liking to you. He wants me to dress you up pretty so he can spend the night with you while I'm at Frank's place. If my humiliation wasn't complete before, it certainly was now. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You should have lots of fun with Frank, Jimmy, he's got a great body and he knows how to use it. It should be fun after what you and Frank did the other night." "You saw the video?" "Oh, I knew when you came home that night and smelled like cum. Frank and I discussed it the day before. I was betting Frank you wouldn't go through with it, but I guess I misjudged you. If you had turned him down, this wouldn't have happened, and he had no intention of laying you off. He stopped by and showed me the video this afternoon. You're quite a slut you know, that was clear from the video. How long have you been bi-sexual?" "When did all this start, Candy?" "Right after the company picnic, Jimmy. At first it was a way for me to help you keep your job. But I've enjoyed Frank and his partners so much, I'm afraid I can't go back to playing the innocent bored housewife anymore." I realized that my young, beautiful voluptuous wife was now not much better than a common whore. "His partners too?" Yes, Jimmy, by now everyone in town knows what I am, and I intend to continue, no matter what you say or do. It's your choice of whether you want to stay with me or not. Somehow, I knew I would stay and become a whore like my wife and would enjoy it.