1 comments/ 35748 views/ 0 favorites Mark By: prettywoman325 I loved auto racing, Nitro funny cars, off road and even illegal street racing. Speed was the name of the game. And the more guys who did it the more I loved watching them. I went out one evening to an illegal race in an unfamiliar city. It was supposed to be a huge race. Hot cars everywhere were reving engines in the darkness somewhere between nightfall and dawn. I’d lost track of time within the realms of all the excitement. I was being watched carefully. White girl in a Latino neighborhood who could hold her own? Men began to surround me, taking a better look, making a pass or two, whistling. But I showed no interest. I was there to watch a race. A big money race, loser forfeits his car, winner takes all. I kept walking glancing at the cars and I came to a particular one with a young good-looking, tall, dark haired male standing over the hood with his head inside. He was making some adjustments as I stopped in front of him. “Nice ride.” I said. He turned and there was a smudge of oil on his handsome face and I had the urge to ripe it so I reached out and gently removed it with the pad of my thumb. He didn’t seem to mind and just simply shrugged. “Yeah, I race it. I’ll be racing tonight. You really like it?” “Yeah. It’s great.” He glared at me from the tip of my head to the tip of my toes. “You’re not from around here are you?” He implied. “No.” “Here to watch or race?” he asked grinning as he wiped his hands in a towel. “Watch I guess. First real one I’ve ever been to.” He shook his head quietly laughing. “You don’t get around much do you? I can tell because you’re not a city girl.” “What does that mean?” I felt a bit insulted. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply anything. I just meant that you don’t look or act like any girl from around here. You know, the hood?” “Oh, well, I guess.” I began to blush. “Anyone ever tell you you’re beautiful when you blush?” he grinned. He was gorgeous. Young early twenties, brown hair, green eyes. He over towered me at six feet in height with a perfectly muscled, lean body. I found myself attracted to him and wanted to stay and flirt. But he had to get ready. “You staying for a while?” “Yes.” “Good. Then cheer me on?” “Sure, if you want me too.” “Yeah, I do. My name is Mark.” “Olivia.” “Very nice. So Olivia, I will see you at the starting line.” Mark hopped into his car then quickly sped up the street to take his place along side the opposing car. I reached the line just as a girl standing between both cars dropped to the ground. I watched as Mark began accelerating up the road, his opponent not far behind. The crowd was yelling and placing bets. I watched fascinated by his ability to drive and take the corner at great speeds. I was very interested in this guy enough to want to jump his bones. It was such a rush with all the excitement surrounding the racers, guys yelling out bets, most placing bets on Mark. Hundreds of dollars exchanging hands and the winner would take all. Guys yelling at one another through police radios making sure that the cops were no where to be found and to also keep track of where the racers were. But before I knew Mark was driving around the final turn. My heart began skipping beats as he neared. The crowd was going wild as he crossed the finish line in record time driving at record speeds. He spun his car around then climbed out through his driver side window. He saw me and impaled me with his eyes even though he was smiling and laughing. His buddies gathered around his car and opened bottles of beer handing them to him. But his gaze was fixed on me. There's something about a man's libido that changes whenever he does something he enjoys. I could see Mark's green eyes darken as he stared at me, wanted to melt me to my very core. He managed to escape the confines of his friends then walked over to his opponent. Money exchanged hands and then a set of keys. Mark did not accept the keys and handed them back to the guy he raced against. That pleased me. And I had a sudden urge to find out more about this young, gorgeous, dare devil. He turned his attention on me walked toward me then wrapped his strong arms around me pulling me close so that my breasts rubbed against his hard chest. He looked down at my peaked nipples thoroughly enjoying the view. "I see you're still here." He crooned. I melted at the sound of his voice and my knees began to weaken. He sensed it and held me tighter. "There's a party at my buddy's house. You want to go?" I was hesitant at first but none the less I couldn't turn him down so I agreed. We hopped into his car and followed a string of other cars into the next town to a huge home where I could hear the sound of hip hop music and see people strewn about the fine trimmed lawn drinking and laughing with each other. It was already 3:00 in the morning and I had some energy left. Mark came around my side and opened the door for me. He extended his hand and I slid my small one in his. He held my hand into the house and grabbed two beers from a cooler tub on the floor. He opened mine and handed it to me. "You do like beer?" he almost said it apologetically. I really didn't prefer the taste, but it seemed like the only available beverage and besides, it wasn't the beer that I held interest in. He led me to a large room where everyone was dancing, and a slow song came on. He looked down at me and smiled. "You want to dance with me?" My knees threatened to buckle beneath me. The thought of being close to him, moving against him, his warm breath on my heated skin, and his hands roaming my body along my bare spine was enough to electrocute all of my senses. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest holding it there and the other one he placed at his slim hip. He wrapped his strong arm around me and I could feel his breathing begin to change. Shallow, sensual. He bent his head and molded his mouth to mine. His lips were soft, hot inviting. He coaxed my mouth open with his tongue gently plunging and probing mine as our tongues began a slow, seductive, duel as our bodies moved to the rhythm. Mark began moving his hands lower, deepening the kiss. I lost all ability to think because all I wanted to do was focus on him, all of him. Every inch of his delicious body. He was grinding against me and sliding his warm hand down my thigh and back up again. His hands felt wonderfully smooth against my soft skin and he knew he was sending me into oblivion when he backed me into pole on a railing and lifted my leg up to his waist. Mark paused the kiss momentarily to see what my reaction was. When I responded only with a nudge of my thigh he continued the kiss. I felt him hiking my skirt then pulling at my thong. He was hard and straining against his jeans. My thong slid over his hand and he let it dangle there. I felt it against my heated flesh. He ran a trail of feather kisses down the throbbing pulse of my neck as he slid his hand between my legs. The room began to still and I knew we had consumed a very captive audience. Mark continued, oblivious of our surroundings. His need was strong, threatening and I could do nothing but yield to him. His masculine scent, the sweat beginning to trickle down his cheek. He stopped and removed his shirt throwing it to the floor. He looked down at me one more time in question. All I was able to do was say yes with my eyes. I heard the familiar sound of a zipper and looked down, in the one instant I was able to catch a glimpse of his beautiful cock. Long, hard, thick as he held it ready. "I want you so bad baby." He breathed against my neck, his cock pressing against my wet pussy. "Baby?" he breathed and I was undone. My silence meant yes and he shoved. Mark lifted me off the floor and began a steady rhythm slapping against me, kissing my neck. "Lift your top off for me I want to see those nice big tits," he groaned. I did and the expression on his face was that of a man who could no longer wait for knew what he wanted. "Markiee. Oh baaby!" I cried. He felt so damn good inside of me. Mark took one pink nipple into his sweet mouth and I moaned as I held fast to the pole at my back. He was pounding me hard, deep, fast, and I opened my eyes to take a glimpse of the crowd the surrounded us. They were beginning to do the same thing. Mark paid no attention only continued his focus on me. He pulled out of me and I whined in protest. He chuckled. "Don't worry baby, I'm not done yet." Then he moved me over to the railing and bent me over it. Soon everyone was in the act. I saw in the living room that one girl was on the floor with three guys, and I wanted to see more, but Mark slid into me again holding my hips in place so I wouldn't fall over. The blood was rushing to my head but I didn't care. All was consumed by the gorgeous man behind me fucking the hell of out my pussy. He slid one long finger into my ass and I cried out. "How does that feel, baby? You want more?" "Yesssss Mark!" He slid one long finger from his free hand into my pussy while still fucking me. It felt so good, so thick. Then he slid a second one in stretching me more and I screamed his name. My body wracked with the erotic pleasure this young stud was giving me. He knew what I wanted and he knew how to please a woman. He pumped into me taking what he wanted, me giving him what he needed. He began to shake and I knew he was close to his release. Mark groaned as he filled me deeply. I felt him arch over me then he began to kiss my back. He pulled me up while he still impaled me. I felt him very hard inside of me, but he pulled himself out. "On your knees, Olivia. Suck my dick." He managed to choke out. I did as he asked. He was covered in my juices as I held him in my hand. I massaged his balls and his head dropped back. He looked down at me, pleadingly. I began a slow seductive lick around his head, and men began to gather and I heard whispers and groans as I continued to lick Mark, teasing him, torturing him ever so slowly. He held my head, pulling me closer. I wrapped my lips around him and slid down his length until I could go no more. I almost choked, but relaxed my throat muscles to take him fully. I watched him now watching me. Satisfaction spread across his handsome features and his green eyes darkened with lust and the excitement that spilled about the room behind us, intent on witnessing our tryst. "Oh yeah, baby. I like that." He finally said as I began to move up and down his hardened length. I saw the guys around us, their cocks held in heir hands jerking in twin motion to mine. Mark saw too and reveled in the moment. He created this. It was his fantasy. "You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Suck harder baby." I did. He groaned again. I nibbled and he almost fell to his knees. "I'm going to punish you for this, you bad girl." He ground out through clenched teeth. He came in my mouth with a wild ambition as he held my head against his skin. Mark lifted me and kissed me. "C'mon baby, I want something else, but I want to be alone with you." He led me to a bedroom and locked the door behind us. He pressed me up against the wall and opened my legs with his. He slid his fingers inside of me again and my legs began to buckle. "Markieeeee." "Shhh, baby wait." He paused long enough to lay me on the bed and lift my skirt again so he could kneel between my thighs. My hips shot up as he began to lick my clit then he slid his long finger back into me again, moving it around… slowly. His torturous movements were very erotic and purposeful. He wanted me to feel everything he was doing to me. Mark ate me well. Swirling his tongue over my sensitive folds until I begged him for release. I came and he held my legs tight. Allowing me to weep while he continued. His plan was not to stop. He made me cum in his mouth three more times before he lifted me off the bed and bent me over the back of a chair in the far corner. He removed all of my clothes quickly then slapped my ass. "I'm far from finished with you Olivia. You've been a very naughty girl" He was kneading my ass and thighs roughly, spreading my legs until they hurt. "Markie?" "Yeah?" "What are you doing to me?" I moaned. "You'll see. And you will like this." He slid three long fingers into my pussy and slapped me again this time harder. "Wiggle your sweet ass for me." I did and he slid a finger from his free hand into my ass. "You are so fucking tight in here. I wanna shove my dick in there baby." "Markieeee. Noooo don't" "Why not?" "Because you will hurt me." "No I won't. I will go easy. Let me baby." "Okay." "That's a good girl." He used my juices to lubricate my ass and spread some on his cock. He pointed the head and pushed gently. I felt pain and tried to pull away. Mark held me and pushed until his head filled me. "Mark! No! It's too big!" "Shh. Relax baby. I won't hurt you." He began to kiss my back and move his fingers deeper inside my wet pussy. "C'mon baby, relax and let me in. I want you so fucking bad." I began to listen to his voice soothe me and feel his hands and mouth caress me. I wanted to focus on what didn't hurt and allow him entry. It was my first time and I wanted him to have it. Mark pushed a little more and the pain shot through me like a bolt of electricity as he ripped and stretched my virginal opening. Mark was halfway in and still pushing. "Damn! You are so tight! C' mon, just cum for me baby and it will feel better, I promise." I knew the moment I came all over his hand he would give one final shove. He held his hand on my back holding me down for deeper entry of his fingers in my pussy. He played harder, bringing me to the edge and able to gain his satisfaction. I came and he shoved. Victory was sweet for him as I heard him groan into my flesh. Mark waited and slowly stood up behind me, holding my hips steady. When he felt me relax he pulled out slow, keeping vigil with his fingers as he pushed back in again. The feeling was exhilarating and the rush of pure adrenaline began to flow through my body as he began a gentle rhythm. He was my first and someone I would never forget. Weeks passed by without a word from Mark. Until one night I found him online. The two of us alone. I thought back to that night I was with him and what we had done and all those memories settled in my brain as I viewed him on his webcam. He said he was sorry for not contacting me sooner, but I understood why and told him so. He wanted to see me but I couldn't bring myself to do it again. He was young and had a great life ahead of himself. I told him to take care of his priorities that I would always be around. I will always hold a special place in my heart for Mark, and if he ever has a change of heart I hope he will let me know. I'll always be waiting. Mark Saturday May 26, 1973 was a bright sunny spring morning. I had just turned 6. Actually my real birthday was the day before but Friday being a school day meant that a real celebration would be held the day after the real birthday. It would be a day when I would see my cousins and my favorite aunts and uncles. There would be cake and soda. It would be fun. In the mean time I had some toys to entertain me. One of my favorites was a Spanish Galleon made from molded plastic and painted brown. The blue pile carpet allowed me to really put my imagination to work. My ship sailed on the high seas carrying treasure and avoiding the pirates. I had another boat, one with a single triangle shaped sail, that served as my pirate ship. My sister, at that time 8 had her toys. Her favorite was a doll house complete with furniture and some over sized dolls. She had also her Ken and Barbie. I had the sense even then, though no one could know any different, that I wanted to be exactly like Jennifer, a girl. I walked toward her closet that Saturday morning and picked out her Speechless flutter sleeve dress with bow and collar disco dot pattern and put it on. I liked how it felt. Dressed I walked back into the living room where my sister was playing. She looked up and began giggling. I said nothing. "I wanna be a girl too." As though she understood perfectly Jennifer stopped giggling. "Kids... Mark, Jenny breakfast. It's pancakes." I followed my sister out to the kitchen and the reaction was not a good one. "Mark we don't wear dresses. Boys wear boys clothes." "Yeah but mom girls wear girl's clothes," I pleaded. "Go change!" I walked back toward my bedroom forced to change the outfit that just felt right. Twenty Five years Later By this point into my life I had been on HRT for the past nine months. Spirocortoline and Estradiol prescribed by the endocrinologist Dr. Tom Watson were having an effect. I had lost a considerable amount of weight , mostly muscle mass that I once had as a boy. My hips had rounded and my waistline seemed to shrink. Despite this feminine development I had not yet come out to any one outside the family but tried to pass as a boy. I had just come home from work back to my suburban Los Angeles. apartment and was changing into my girl clothes. I put on low rise jeans which by now were a better fit than the pants I just pulled off. I slipped my feet into Covington Layla shoes left at he back of my bed. I put on my favorite 3/4 sleeve lavender tunic. My room mate, a T girl named Melanie whom I had met a support group, had also just come in the door. "Stephanie," she said looking straight at me, "how was work today?" "OK," I replied but without conviction. "Hon It's probably not my business but maybe it's time you come out." She's right I thought. There are reasons to come out of the closet. People are starting to call me maam. Colleagues made jokes about my girlish appearance. Long before HRT I had begun laser hair removal on my face. The carbon dioxide laser zapped my skin killing follicles by the dozens with each application while I relaxed in the comfortable chair that reminded me of the dentist office. Before my first visit to my endo I had gone to the local laser hair removal clinic four times. "Why are you afraid?" I knew there was really no reason to be in the closet. My job, computer programmer for Electronic Arts is gender neutral. It's not like I lift heavy crates in a warehouse although at one time I could have very easily. A name change was simply a matter of legal documents and money "You should come out." "You're right," I conceded. "What is your therapist telling you?" Dr. Janice Smitson, herself a male to female transgender, had come highly recommended. The forty something year old blond educated at Rice University had been my confident and friend now for the past year. She knew my past life and also my present troubles and concerns. I had spent a life time trying to convince myself that I was a man. Right out of high school I had enlisted in the marines. From 1985 to 1989 I saw myself as one of the few, the proud. I had always gone to gyms. There were days when I had tried to convince myself that I was never a six year old boy who wore Jennifer's dress and wanted to continue wearing it. Melanie had always enjoyed cooking and had become good at it. She began making a pizza with recently purchased and risen dough. "Steph what kind of topping do you want?" Being Italian I am partial to garlic and oil. Quickly chose a long time favorite. "Pesto," I answered without a second thought. At 7 45 the following morning after an almost sleepless night spent worrying I walked into the office building of Electronic Arts. This was my first time going to my work place dressed as a woman. I wore black slacks and Covington belted fashion silky stretch blouse. I was nervous. Oh my god I thought. What if it makes them find an excuse to let me go that they can say is not discrimination? If they do fire me I would never be able to prove that transition is the reason. I should be positive I thought. After all writing video games is a skill that may not be easy to find. Still I began to sweat just a little. If someone from my support group were here I could talk with them. Jack Tripp, the manager of software development, had been with the company for six years. As I look back on those years I recalled that performance reviews had always been good. That should work in my favor I thought. But there were other issues. I knew that I was tiring of coworkers stares at me. Being a girl in DRAG was not working for me. Jack had always been a sociable type, an easy going person. I even knew something of his home life. The time had come. Taking a deep breath I walked into his office. Jack looked up at me from his desk. "Mark?" The best way, I thought, is simply to say it. "I'm transgendered." "I thought you were changing. I was starting to wonder when you were gonna come to work wearing a dress." I giggled. "I guess from today going forward I wear skirts or slacks." "So what should I call you?" "Stephanie works fine for me." "My youngest daughter is Stephanie. She just turned 16." "You have another daughter?" "You're thinking of Karen." I nodded. "Listen while I'm in here let me run this idea past you." "Ok," he responded. "I want to make my characters morph into beasts or birds." He laughed. "I like that, but don't forget you've got a deadline coming up. It's due in two weeks whatever you and your team develop." I left Jack Tripp's office feeling very good. I'm so glad he's ok with it I thought. Wait a minute. It doesn't effect his private life or the quality of my work. Why shouldn't he be ok with it? I soon returned to my cubicle, opened my work and began coding. The lead artist on the project, Sally Miles, came bye about an hour later. "Let me show you what I have." She was referring to her setting and character designs which she loaded. The idea to have the characters morph originated with her. I looked up. "I love that blouse." The remark was woman to woman not sarcastic. "Thank you," I answered , "I just bought it on sale at Sears." Having exchanged pleasantries I viewed her ideas. Having already come out to a manager made coming out to others just a little easier. "I'm transgendered," I said looking over my tuna sandwich on rye bread. Rick Henry looked at me saying nothing. Sally looked up from my left and across the table and turned her head toward me. Ed James finally spoke up. "That's nice." His tone was rather flat and unemotional. I guess this was time for sharing information. Rick spoke. "I have a brother who is gay." "A girly boy?" I asked. "He doesn't act it at all. In fact he plays on a softball team out of San Francisco and lifts weights." At five walking out to my white Saturn in the middle of the driveway I knew that it had been a good day. My co workers all seemed to take the news well. They're intelligent I thought so I suppose they already had it scoped out. I guess they were all just waiting for me to admit it I thought. The video game called "Monsters of the Id" was thoroughly checked by the gang in quality control and submitted for publishing. But before publishing there was to be another little project. Jack Tripp came into my cubicle. "Good morning Stephanie," he said. "Good morning," I replied, "I hope this sells." "Girl I think it's great. I gave my nephew a promo copy. He flipped over it. He went bonkers." "I went bonkers trying to write it." "Sales wants to make a download demo. It should offer fifteen days then abort." I sighed. What this really meant was another assignment had come my way. "How long do I have?" "Three weeks," came the reply. That said I began work on the demo. It was coming easily. I simply referred back to the code which was already there in my PC. I just needed to write a routine to count the number of times the program started. Things were going well on the home front also. Melanie and I had been watching an old movie when my door buzzer sounded. "I'll get it," I said and walked toward the door. Jennifer was standing in the doorway. "Hi sis," I said, "come in." "Hi Mel," she said "Jen Hi." "Hey I bought you something," she said handing me a shopping bag. "I like this sis. Thank you so much." "A girl needs to have a proper hand bag." Beaming, I dumped all my stuff from my old handbag and began putting it all into the new one. "I love this!" My sister stayed for just over an hour untill the conversation was exhausted. "I really should go," she said. I began to think about sex that night as I had so many nights before. It didn't seem to matter to me whether partner was male or female. Melanie looked attractive to me, but so did a few genetic girls at the office. She knew it. At the same time the guy in apartment 5b was looking hot. Ted Sharps stood 5 foot eleven with blue eyes and a shaved head, broad lips a straight nose on a rectangular shaped head. As he sat stretched by the swimming pool on the chase lounge I admired his muscular body. I knew as long as I wore a bathing suit bottom I could hide my penis. He had been living across the corridor for four months now. During that time we had been passing acquaintances saying hello outside the apartment. Despite my penis, I considered myself a straight girl. At that moment I was a straight girl having a fantasy. The object of that fantasy was lying within five feet. After a few seconds a chat started. "Hi Stephanie, nice day," he said. " It is. You were away for a while." "I was on a vacation in Hawaii." "Oh nice," I replied. He proceeded to describe the island and had my attention. It was mostly his body that had my attention. "Listen Stephanie," he said after a while, "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go for ice cream cone." "When?" "Now," he replied "Sure," I said smiling, "I'll change and I'll be right out." As Melanie and I walked back into our apartment I looked at her. She looked at me. We were both thinking the same thing. "I think he likes you." At that moment I felt like an adolescent school girl. My body was showing signs of development. In my new life I was about to fall in love for the first time. Mark had dated several girls. With a new girlfriend every two months he was no different than any other teen boy. We came to his favorite ice cream shop off main street. Inside a line stretched from the door step to the counter. As we inched our way toward the counter romantic feelings welled up inside me. I closed my hand around his hand. "I've been here before. I love their chocolate chip and their pistachio. "Which do you want?" "Espresso chip," I answered. As we sat by the patio furniture eating I began to day dream. Ted recalled a story. "Dad would take Mom out for ice cream when they were dating. No matter what Mom ordered dad got her strawberry. One day she ordered butterscotch. She hates that flavor. That's what he got her." "I'm so glad you don't take after him." I giggled. "He used to get her what he likes." In the privacy of my bedroom Ted and I kissed for the first time. My hands placed around his waist linked just above his buttocks. He held me around my lower torso just at the curve. His hands linked behind me. Mark had put himself in the girl's place many times though he could never express it. It was just part of what his subconscious knew. He opened my jeans. As my jeans slowly slid down my legs he caressed my upper thigh. My pants fell to my feet and he took my panties. The moment of truth had come. " Oh wow," Ted remarked, "It's a cock. This is really cool!" I felt terrific at that instant as Ted's hand closed around my penis pulling the skin forward and back. Our lips met again and now our mouths fell open. Two tongues licked each other. Ted was caressing my back and kissing me from the base of my neck up to my cheek. His hands slid across my upper body over the gradual curve of my waist and down my thigh. His hardened member slid into the anal opening stretching it. It began to hurt a little. I grunted. The throbbing seven inch member pushed deeper inside me. As it slid forward and back inside me I moaned softly. A more pleasurable sensation didn't exist. "Don't stop honey! Don't stop!" Ted had finished after a few moments and rolled onto hs back. I rolled on top lying face down and looking straight into his eyes. "I've been curious for a long time about how it would feel to bum fuck." The remark was soft spoken. "How did you like it?" "It felt good." "I thought it felt awesome." "How did all this happen?" "Even as a small child I knew. I started hormones just a little more than nine months ago." "I'd say you're developing nicely." "Thank you," I replied, "a week ago I went to work dressed for the first time." "You could have knocked me over with a feather. I really thought you were genetic." That is a tremendous complement I thought. But then I realized he had never seen me in boy clothes. "Thank you," I replied and kissed him. "You're welcome." I felt like it was time to tell him more. "I was born Mark in 1967. The first time I put on a dress I was six. My parents didn't approve so I did all I could to repress it. Mark dated a bunch of girls during high school, then he did four years in the marines 1985-1989." "The marines," he replied, "impressive." "Yeah well," I replied, "I was not ready back then to accept myself as a woman." "I was in the marines." "What outfit?" "First battalion seventh," he answered proudly. "I was in first battalion second," I replied. Mark My pathetic, semi-erect, four inch cock dribbled the last of my orgasm onto the bed sheets as I knelt on all fours. My wife rolled off the bed laughing. "I've just got to get a picture of this!" She squealed, getting the digital camera off the dresser. I must've looked quite a site kneeling there in that state with a pair of her pantyhose on, with a cyberskin dildo in my ass, and a small bell wrapped around my cock and balls. I looked at her as she snapped pictures laughing the whole time and wondered how I had gotten into this. Who was I kidding? I knew exactly how I got to this point in my life. "That's great Tinkerbelle!" She laughed. "Now come on out in the other room, I need a foot massage." I got off the bed, put my cock back in the pantyhose and followed her into the living room where she flopped on the sofa and put her feet on the ottoman. Without being told, I knelt and took the lotion from the end table and began to massage her feet. My mind kept going back to how all this had started. Kristi and I were high school sweethearts and married soon after. I was always submissive to her and even on our wedding night made a feeble attempt to make love to her before my tiny penis erupted as I slid it inside her. After that our lovemaking was mostly me using my fingers or tongue. And so our life went on for the next twenty years. And then, suddenly last year, Kristi joined a health club to lose some weight. It was then that I saw a dramatic change in her. She is what I would call a rubenesque woman, and very pretty. She dropped about twenty pounds, dyed her hair blonde, started visiting the tanning salon regularly and started dressing a bit more provocatively. I on the other hand, resigned myself to the couch, television and potato chips. I packed about two hundred and forty pounds on to my five foot nine frame, and yes I had a gut. It seemed while I was gaining weight, Kristi was losing it and getting a great deal of male attention everywhere we went. She seemed to like it and became more daring in her outfits. Then one day she came home from the gym, tossed her bag in the corner and took a seat at the kitchen counter and sipped a water. The sweat gleaned off her neck as a tiny bead ran down between her ample breasts and disappeared in her black leotard. "Honey, you remember Mark (last name deleted) that we went to high school with?" How could I not. During the whole time we went out together in high school, we broke up once and Kristi had dated Mark. He was the high school jock extraordinaire, quarterback of the football team, baseball player that all the girls were after. Kristi and he dated for awhile until we ended up getting back together, but she would always bring him up as, "my old boyfriend." I stared at her and said, "You mean your old boyfriend Mark?" She laughed a mischievous laugh, "Oh yeah that one. Well I ran into him today at the gym. He just moved back into the area and joined the gym." I grunted. "Oh, how's he doing?" "He hasn't changed a bit!" she cooed, like a schoolgirl. "Great" was all I could muster for a reply. For the next two weeks every night when she came home from the gym it was Mark this and Mark that. It got so I could barely stand it anymore, but I knew that I didn't have much choice, Kristi was beautiful and I didn't want to lose her to Mark again at any cost. One Tuesday night she came bouncing in the door like she had won the lottery. "Hi honey, I'm home! Mark and I went out for a drink after our workout. Oh my God, he is so funny, he makes me laugh!" I felt like dying inside, but all I could do was sit and listen as she went on and on about him. She showered and we went to bed and I began to get frisky. She told me she really wasn't in the mood and that she was tired. I acquiesced and rolled over and went to sleep. The next night she called to tell me that Mark had invited her out to dinner and that she wouldn't be home till later. I was seething inside but called and ordered a pizza. At about eleven o'clock that night she came home and flopped down on the sofa. I noticed that she had changed from her workout clothes but was still wearing a leotard, except for the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Again, I had to sit and listen to how funny, cute, sexy, bright, Mark was, while she put her feet in my lap and told me to massage them as they were tired from dancing. "Dancing! You two went dancing!" It was as if something had broken inside. I started yelling at her about Mark and going out with him. Then something happened that changed my life forever; she hit me. Slapped me right across the face! I was stunned and shocked and didn't quite know what to do until she spoke. "Listen honey, Mark is my friend and if I want to go out to dinner or dancing with him I will! Just because you choose to be a couch potato and do nothing and I've chosen to take control of my life and make some changes for the better, you're certainly not going to tell me what I can and cannot do who I can or cannot do it with!" With that, she turned and went upstairs to bed. I sat there for awhile and found myself beginning to cry. Finally I found myself sobbing. I pulled myself up the stairs and sat on the edge of the bed. I begged her forgiveness and told her that I was just afraid of losing her. After a considerable amount of time with me begging and pleading forgiveness, she relented but said there would be some changes in our household and in our relationship. For one, she would do whatever she pleased with whomever she pleased and if I didn't like it I could leave. She told me that she loved me but that she loved herself and the things she was doing were for her not me. I could do little more than whimper and agree. Things took a turn after that night. Namely we stopped having intercourse. Our sex life to that point had consisted of me attempting intercourse and usually ejaculating early and sometimes before I even entered her. From that night on, it was all about her. I would get her off with my fingers and then and only then after she had cum would she even think about letting me cum. Usually I was allowed to hump her leg and cum or fuck the bed while she berated me. This soon changed to her playing with my balls and never touching my cock which put me in agony while trying to cum without having my cock touched. And of course, Mark became more involved in our life. Kristi would spend three or four nights a week going out after her workout at the gym with him only to return home later and later and some nights coming in as late as three of four in the morning. I would watch her get ready for work in the morning and watched how sexy she dressed knowing that she would be seeing Mark after work. I on the other hand was left to do the laundry, cleaning, and the rest of the household chores. Most nights, when she came home I would be in bed and she would crawl in beside me and tell me all about her 'date' with Mark. Eventually her 'dates' with Mark began to work their way into our sex lives with me begging her to tell me about what they did while she played with my balls and made me cum. Sometimes I think she made things up just to get me off but I was never sure. I asked her what Mark thought of me and did he ever question why I never went out with them. She smiled and said, "Mark's got your number. I've told him all about you." And that was that. She never elaborated and I never asked, I think I was afraid to on a multitude of levels. Shortly after that, one night while we were having sex she took her pantyhose off and handed them to me and told me to put them on, which I did without question. She told me that from now on, I was to wear her dirty pantyhose from the previous day each day while I was at work and home. She also attached a small bell around my cock and balls that would ring when I walked and she began calling me Tinkerbelle. Again, I agreed and my role of subservient husband got deeper. Every now and then when Kristi and I were out we would run into Mark and I was amazed at how much he hadn't changed since high school and here I was a balding, chubby husband wearing pantyhose and a bell beneath my clothes. While Kristi's time with Mark increased, her time with me decreased. I work nights, so I would only see her on my night off or if I was lucky enough to get home before she went to work in the morning. When I did see her I was like a puppy in heat; fawning over her and trying to get her to give me a little attention and possibly have her get me off. It became so that when we did see each other, I was little more than her slave, doing her bidding, and waiting on her hand and foot. The time I did spend with her was also filled with stories about Mark and what they had done together. The thought that their friendship had turned physical was always at the forefront of my mind and I couldn't help but begin to accept that they were sleeping together. The Friday afternoon of Labor Day Weekend the phone rang and it was Kristi. "Hi Tinkerbelle, it's me. Listen something dreadful has happened. Mark was playing touch football with the guys and sprained his ankle and threw out his back. The doctor says he can't walk on his foot for a whole week, so I told him he could stay with us for the weekend at least." My throat tightened. "I uh guess that's ok honey." "You guess? What the hell does that mean? I told you he's coming to stay with us and that's that! Now make sure the house is clean and the bed has fresh linens, I told Mark he could stay in our bed since it's more comfortable than the one in the spare room." "Bbbbbuuuuttt...where will you and I sleep?" Click the phone went dead before I could finish my sentence. My heart started racing, but like a good little househusband I went into maid gear. I cleaned and changed the linen on our bed, and made sure everything was just right when I heard the door open. "We're home!" Kristi shouted from the front door. I ran down the stairs to see Mark with a crutch under one arm and my wife under the other. She was wearing a low cut top and a very short skirt with what seemed to be very high heels. "Grab Marks' stuff from the car and bring it to the bedroom." Without thinking I went outside to the car and couldn't believe my eyes. There were two huge suitcases and bags full of stuff. I brought everything to the bedroom as Kristi settled Mark on the bed. "There that will make my patient feel better." She said, in a cooing voice. I put the stuff down and Kristi looked at me, "Oh the things in the bags are Mark's dirty laundry since he isn't going to be home and he's not sure what he'll need I thought we'd bring it over here and you could wash it for him." "Yes ma'am," was all I could think of to say. "Now honey, Mark knows about our relationship and he knows that you wear pantyhose around the house and about your bell. As a matter of fact, some of that might have been his idea!" Oh my God, how mortified was I at this moment? He knew? My face flushed red with embarrassment. I could do nothing more than stand there and hang my head. "Now honey, if Mark's going to be here for the weekend, or maybe longer, I think it's only right that you are in your normal state that you're in around the house. So you can take off your pants and shirt and be yourself. Come on now do it." Slowly I lowered my head, unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them to the floor. I could hear Mark and Kristi snickering from the bed. "There doesn't that feel better Tinkerbelle?" "Yes ma'am," I muttered and then removed my shirt. There I stood in pantyhose with my bell naked in my bedroom while my wife and her old boyfriend sat on the bed snickering. "Tinkerbelle, I told you Mark knows all about us and what goes on here so there's no need to be embarrassed. He accepts that certain people have certain needs and he knows that you need to be the way you are. So for as long as he's in our home, you'll treat him the way you treat me. Now enough of this foolishness, you've got laundry to do and we're hungry, right Mark?" Mark just grinned and said, "Yeah I could go for a burger and a beer." "You heard the man Tinkerbelle, you better get going." Kristi said, smiling and fluffing up a pillow under Mark's back. I bent down and picked up the laundry bags and headed for the kitchen. The rest of the day and evening were spent with me running up and down the stairs bringing Mark and Kristi food, drinks, magazines, and at one point Kristi had me give her a foot massage right in front of Mark. My little cock was throbbing and dripping just touching her. Then came the time for me to go to work, as I said, I work midnight to eight a.m. So I got dressed to go to work and gave Kristi a kiss goodnight and said goodnight to Mark. I wondered all the way to work what the sleeping arrangements were going to be. Once at work, I called and asked Kristi where she was going to sleep that night. "Why in my bed silly! What did you think I was going to do?" "I uh wasn't sure with Mark being there and all. Oh Tinkerbelle, it's not like Mark and haven't seen each other naked before or slept together before after all we did go out together in high school. Now you go to work and have a good night. Oh and in the morning bring us home two coffees and those delicious cinnamon rolls from that bakery on Main St." Click and the line went dead. I spent the rest of my night wondering what was going on and it was torture. I couldn't concentrate on work and all I did was watch the clock. At eight o'clock, I raced from the building, sped to the coffee shop, and then flew home. Upon entering the house I crept upstairs so as not to wake anyone up. There lying on the bed, my bed, our bed, was my wife wearing a little short black see through teddy that I had given her for our last anniversary. She had never worn it saying it wasn't comfortable to sleep in. Next to her lay Mark with no shirt and a pair of boxer shorts with the snap front undone. Whatever was in there looked huge, but turned away and placed to coffee on the nightstand. Kristi opened her eyes. "Hmmm hi there." "Hi honey, here's your coffee and cinnamon rolls." "Thank you baby." With that she rolled over and placed her hand on Mark's hairy chest. He began to stir and she said, "Breakfast is here." Mark smiled and nodded to me and I nodded back. "Oh, I've got to take a piss." He said, to no one in particular. Kristi sat up and said to me, "Grab that urinal and hand it to Mark." I walked over to my dresser and picked up the urinal that they had given him at the hospital and handed it to him. He made his way to the edge of the bed, stood up and said, "I'm going to need a hand here." I shuddered to think what he meant, when he leaned on my shoulder and took his cock out and started urinating. I have to admit I must have looked silly, just standing there gazing at it, but it was magnificent. It must have been at least eight inches long and I can't even guess how thick but it made mine look even smaller than it was. He laughed and patted me on the back. "It's ok, there Tinkerbelle I know you've probably never seen a cock that big especially after seeing yours. He looked at Kristi and they both chuckled and he got back into bed. I spent the rest of that day waiting on them; actually I spent the entire Labor Day Weekend waiting on them both hand and foot. And finally on Monday night after I'd emptied Mark's urinal for what seemed like the hundredth time, he had to piss again. Out of bed he got, except this time he pulled his cock out and looked me straight in the eye, "hold it Tinkerbelle while I piss." Reluctantly, I reached down and took hold of his throbbing member. It was big and warm and I could feel the piss running through it as I held it there. When he was finished, I placed it back in his shorts and emptied the urinal. That began my total subservience to Kristi and Mark that exists until this day. And so that's why I'm just finishing kneeling on what used to be my bed watching my cock dribble the last of its orgasm out, my weekly reward for outstanding service to either Mark, Kristi or both of them. But the story of what I did to deserve the reward will have to wait for another day.... Doing chores never bothered me, but since Mark's ankle has healed (see part one) it seems like all I do is run around and do chores for him and Kristi. Once his ankle was better, Kristi thought it best that he stay here at our house for a couple of months. By that point, I had no say in the matter but begrudgingly accepted. That first week, Mark went back to work as did Kristi and me and I thought things would be back to normal. What I found was that things went back to normal for them, however after work I ended up cleaning, doing laundry, cooking and running a million errands for them. Kristi and Mark still slept in our bed and I could hear the grunting and groaning coming from what used to be our marital bed. Weekends were the worst. They would usually go out on Friday night sometimes without me, while I was left home to attend to chores. Some nights they would come stumbling in around 2:00 am, both drunk and horny. Other times I was made to go with them and chauffeur them around, all the time hearing comments from friends about how close they had become. A ritual had started when Mark had his broken ankle and that was that I was to always hold his cock when he went to the bathroom. Kristi thought it was cute, and Mark thought that it showed who the boss was. So many nights while out on their bar rounds, every time Mark went to the men's room, I would follow like a dutiful servant, unzip his pants, take his massive tool out and hold it while he pissed. I have to admit that this held some excitement for me as I did love the feel of his big cock with his piss flowing through it. And furthermore, he once had me hold it while I was naked and witnessed me getting a hard on which set him to laughing and knowing that it turned me on. One particular Friday a week or so ago I was not privy to their Friday night trip and was home doing chores when they returned home. Both pretty drunk, they came in and flopped on the couch. Kristi had a low cut leotard on with no bra and a short skirt. I remarked that her outfit reminded me of when we were all in high school together. She often wore leotards and knew they drove me crazy. That was all it took, Kristi smiled and said she had a great idea. Why didn't we do a fashion show of all our old clothes from high school? I was mortified. Both her and Mark were the same size (Kristi actually smaller) than when we were in high school. I on the other hand had packed on tons of weight. Dutifully, I went to the storage and got out a bunch of old clothes. Kristi proceeded to try on leotards, Danskin, skirts, low cut tops, and an assortment of hot clothes that a 17 yr old would wear and she looked great! Fortunately for me, Mark had no clothes from that era at our house, so I was the next victim. They sat on the couch and laughed, with tears rolling down their cheeks as I struggled to get into pants that were two or three sizes too small and shirts that would button over my girth. Kristi screamed with laughter as I tried to get into my Saturday Night Fever white suit and black shirt. The pants barely fit up my legs and there was no way they would button and the shirt barely made it onto my 240 lb frame. With Kristi roaring with laughter, Mark proceeded to the stereo and turned on the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. "Dance for us baby!!" Kristi yelled. I stood there mortified, but Mark came up and whispered in my ear, "You better do what she says or there'll be hell to pay." Slowly I began to dance around the living room with my pants unbuttoned and my shirt half off while they roared with laughter. Finally a slow song came on and the two of them stood to dance. I thought my embarrassment was over, but Kristi said, "Now if we're dancing you dance, just pretend you have a partner in that hot looking suit you have on!" With that they proceeded to roar with laughter once again, with Mark caressing his hands up and down Kristi's thighs and feeling her breasts, while I swayed to the music with my imaginary partner. Mark When the song ended, Kristi told me to clean up the clothes and the mess in the living room and go to bed. Since Mark had moved in I had been sleeping in the spare room. After I had cleaned up and locked the house up for the night, I went to my room, but heard Kristi calling me. I approached what used to be our bedroom and pushed the door open expecting one of them to want a glass of water or a drink. There on the bed, lay Mark naked, with his huge cock lying soft on his thigh. I had to admit that even soft, he was bigger than I was hard. Kristi lay next to him, with only her leotard on, legs spread. "Yes ma'am." I said meekly. "Honey, I just wanted to tell you you were very entertaining tonight," she looked at Mark and they both giggled. "Mark and I have been thinking and we think that you deserve a reward for all the hard work you've been doing around here and for entertaining us. So, since you're already familiar with Mark's cock from holding it while he goes to the bathroom, we figured your next step in the reward process would be for you to actually witness it get hard and help it along. Come over here." With that, a whole new chapter in my life began. Moving slowly toward the bed, I was instructed to kneel between Mark's legs and take his cock in my hands and gently stroke it. Doing as I was told, I could feel his semi hard cock begin to grow in my hands. Kristi, smiled at Mark and then at me and said, "Now bend over and kiss it." I couldn't believe what I was being asked to do, but like everything in my life, I bowed my head ever so slightly and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock. "Now suck it," she said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Once again, my subservient state and humiliation complete, I bowed my head and began sucking. That night was the first of many that I was to be involved in their lovemaking. Yes, their lovemaking. I was no longer allowed to make love to my wife and it was clear that she and Mark were in love and I was the cuckold slave along for the ride and whatever they chose to dish out. More next time...