If you haven't read 'Stranded with a friend ' then I'd highly recommend you do first before continuing.
Part 2
I was still reeling from the event in London with my friend as I had absolutely no idea he swung that way, however my wife and his were now acutely aware of the event to the point my wife, who was enjoying the idea of reintroducing me back into the world of being a cum dump, ( her words) was actively encouraging me to see him again but I had no idea why she was so keen to send us back to London, I think my friend already knew and kept up the deception of innocence I'd find out later on my return. A few weeks later I returned home to find an envelope on the kitchen table addressed to me, inside was a train ticket to London and a quick note, don't worry,I'll sort you out for your trip, the shock and realisation that my wife was actually going to make me do this, a reminder that I was still the submissive partner and to do what she saw fit. Funnily enough, the old feeling of excitement swept over me, just like old times I thought to myself. Checking the date on the tickets, it coincided with the very week I had off work, yes, very coincidental with a hint of preplanning!.
The week before, my wife took me on what she called ‘ a girly shopping trip’ so, for what turned out to be a somewhat humiliating experience which my wife enjoys making me suffer knowing the power she has over me. She took us to several shops to buy a few dresses, and some ‘ interesting lingerie ‘ from one of the local sex shops. We returned home with quite a few items, not all for me I noticed.
A suitcase was packed ready, I should have figured it out sooner as there were a couple pairs of high heels, but by now I was very accustomed, or is that proficient? In the art of walking in them but it had taken me a while to master.
The day arrived and I dressed smartly for the trip down. However when my wife saw me, she said ‘ oh no’ your not going out like that, with that mischievous grin. I was led back upstairs to the bedroom. What was to happen next was the beginning of my weekend of humiliation. On the bed was a dress we'd bought, stockings and suspenders, silk panties and something I hadn't seen before: a bra with breast inserts. Right, my wife sternly said, get undressed, you slut and put these on. Maybe I wasn't going to London after all but I'd be wrong! I'd be dressed as Christine for the whole weekend, for me this was new territory which was very scary as I'd never done this before okay lots of people had seen me dressed as Christine in the past but in familiar surroundings such as a club or private parties, going to London dressed 24/7 wouldn't be too bad? at least no one would recognize me? hopefully. Thankfully, I was dressed more conservatively in one of my wife's dresses rather than the one laid out for me, a pretty floral knee length dress down to below the knee, a nice 36c bra with silicone inserts some very expensive silk knickers, I should know, they were part of her wedding anniversary present I bought her and of course the now obligatory stockings and suspenders finished off with my blonde wig.
She applied my makeup and once satisfied got me to look in the full length mirror. Looking back at me was a well presented mature( ish!) Woman. Only at closer inspection could you tell I wasn't! My wife had done an excellent job. It wasn't until I returned home that I learnt later that my friend, I knew Paul, had a thing for my wife as well and this would, well for now, be the closest he'd get to fuck her., me in her dress not knowing the truth about it.
TAXI my wife shouted, I grabbed my suitcase, a knock at the door, Paul stood in the doorway, wow! He said, is that really you? Either that was a chat up line or he really was taken aback at how I looked. Here let me as he grabbed my suitcase and walked me to the car.The look in the taxi drivers face was a picture as it dawned on him my true identity, however unphased we went to the station. All the way to our seats on the train I got the odd look but on the whole nobody bat an eyelid which was very reassuring for me, the trip to London was most tense for me as I'd never gone out like this fully dressed , in a way I was excited at the fact I was passing as a woman, or was I? I noticed a well dressed man, mid 40’s about 6 foot medium build giving me a knowing look every time he passed us, which didn't go unnoticed by Paul. At one point Paul went for something, stopped and said something to the him as he went to the buffet ,the inquisitive man then came and sat opposite me at the table and introduced himself, Hi, I'm james, Paul said it was ok to pop over , Paul it would seem had an agenda that I'd become painfully aware of as the weekend went on. he carried on how he was a salesman and travelled the rail network a lot. Then the conversation changed with questions about myself. Although I was nervous about my surroundings, James had a way of making me feel comfortable and safe. All this time I was unaware that Paul had been gone sometime as I got more engrossed into our conversation. There's not a lot you can say in a train carriage but his innuendos got more daring and probing, his foot now started to rub gently against my lower legs, to me it was obvious he wanted something from me, but what? and here? Then, something I definitely wasn't expecting from James as he asked me, if I was interested to go to the toilet and wait. It took a few minutes to sink in and the look of disappointment as I remained seated, then, hit by a surge of naughtiness I got up, his look of disappointment turned to a more lustful one as I squeezed out of my seat and walked past him. I'd never done this before but like they say, there's always a first time for everything. Getting to the end of our carriage I found the toilet and let myself in, it was more spacious than I gave it credit for, I put the lid down and sat down , a knock at the door , ‘ Christine ‘ a voice said , I unlocked the door and James came in. He wasted no time and dropped his trousers and boxers, his cock , a good seven inches and thick sprang out and offered to me, well it was fairly obvious what he wanted, I immediately, like the slut I was!, put the tip of his cock into my mouth, teasing his glands as my tongue flicked over them. A moan of approval as I did so made me take him deeper into my now hungry mouth. The motion of the train was unpredictable as I took him all in, he unintentionally pushed into my throat when the coach swayed over a bit of uneven track making me choke, this, he was loving as he whispered what a slut I was, no arguments there!, I carried on best I could under the circumstances until I knew he was on the verge, withdrawing his cock until just his glands was just inside my lips I finished him off, flicking my tongue and softly sucking until the inevitable swelling of his glans as the first spurts of cum shot out, he had mentioned he hadn't had sex for some time which would explain how he managed to shoot several volleys deep into my throat , I tried to pull back be just whispered ‘ oh no you don't slut’ and grabbed me head and pushed all the way back into my willing warm mouth. There was some whimpering from him as he emptied what must have been weeks, if not months of sperm into my mouth, struggling to swallow this massive load be pulled out, a last small spurt from his now shrinking, spent cock hit the side of my mouth as I took him back in and cleaned him up, sticking my tongue under his foreskin to get every last drop. Once he had finished, he pulled his boxers and trousers up and opened the door and left, I followed a few seconds later so as not to arouse suspicion. James went back to his seat as if nothing happened and I went back to mine where Paul was sitting with a coffee.
Looking at me he then joked , I'd have got you breakfast but it looks like you've already had yours, pointing to his mouth.
In horror I realised what he meant. I hadn't fully cleaned away the sperm that James had shot onto my face ‘oh God’ I hope no one noticed as I walked back to my seat but I'm sure my wife would be well pleased that I was being humiliated in such a way and the weekend hadn't even started yet! with that I got my compact out and cleaned myself up and redid my lipstick which James had smudged when he faced fucked me.
The rest of the trip thankfully went event free, we all got off, a few looks but by now I was more at ease with that , James gave me his number ‘ just in case’ he said as we went our different ways. Our hotel was a mile away from the station ‘ I'll get us a taxi’ Paul said so, stood alone on the concourse, Paul proceeded to get us a taxi, it was only a couple of minutes, but long enough for a well dressed gentleman to approach me and ask if I was ok and did I need any help, saying all this whilst looking at my breasts, if only he knew, or did he?
Paul , to the rescue , had come back and picked up our bags and suitcase and led me to a London cab. Getting there , we saw a few landmarks but eventually got to our hotel , Paul had either done his homework or already knew about this hotel as it had a more acceptable policy if you know what I mean so a more relaxing experience, how considerate I thought, By Sunday afternoon on the train home I'd be thinking something totally different as Paul was going to use me, then my wife in a way I'd never considered, maybe a few flashbacks to years gone by but all on all totally used.
We unpacked our stuff and decided to have lunch in the restaurant as it was getting on.
Once done he said we should retire for the night, however the word ‘retire’ would have been used prematurely as Paul had some pre bed activities that would shock and totally change the way I'd look towards my friend. Once in our spacious room his demeanour changed into a more domineering one, as he told be to strip naked, I did as I was told, this was totally unexpected but also exciting as I was now slowly succumbing to his control. Slowly I took off my dress, standing in front of him in just my bra, panties and stockings, he waved his finger at me ‘All of it’ he said. I couldn't really argue with him, off came The bra, my nipples sticking out, engorged with blood, erect and hard, courtesy of my wife pegging them, He looked at them for a moment and went to a draw and took out some peg type clips.with eyelets on the end ‘ put these on, I want those nipples stretched and super hard for me’ No questions, I just did as I was told, I put the clips on carefully, remembering how my wife did so with just some clothes pegs, NO! Paul shouted, that actually scared me,’ Like this ‘ He came over and repositioned the clips on the end of my nopples, a sudden pain as the clips closed shut, squeezing my nipples flat. That's better he said, right just 10 minutes for now you slut. With that he reached for his phone to take a few photos,’ I think your wife would be very interested in what your up to.’
He took a step back to admire the scene, Hmmmm , something not quite right, he went back to the draw and produced a couple of plumb weights, I was about to find out what the eyelets were for as they were attached to the nipple clamps, as each one was attached , they stretched and pulled my nipples downwards, right let's reset the timer, id already been clamped for five minutes so in total my new experience would last 15 minutes, as the time went on, so did the pain i was now feeling as my nipples and breasts now forming conical shapes started to hang down. I could tell he was enjoying this by the bulge in his trousers, possible a fetish of his? The last 10 minutes couldn't come quick enough, ‘ Right, let's see what we've got ‘ the clamps were removed , my nipples visually larger if not flattened out, my breasts slightly larger. Hmmmm ‘ let's see how they feel’ with that he stoked each nipple, now super sensitive to his touches. I moaned out with pleasure, he soon put me back into my place as he twisted them which was painful, ‘ remember your place slut' as he made me wince in pain. ‘ good, we understand each other now slut ’ yes sir was my surprising reply, it suddenly dawned on me, was I really this easy to be dominated? the answer was pretty obvious! ‘ right go get yourself a shower and clean up’ I did as I was told, notice I'd used the word ‘told’ yes by now I'd totally succumbed to his dominance, just like the old days.
With that I did as I was told and took a shower, it wasn't long before I was joined by Paul, ‘ let me ‘ he said as he softly soaped my body,’Turn round facing the wall, with your arms raised and spread your legs’ he told me ,if nothing else Paul was going to be thorough washing me down , but no, all part of his plan in his dominance of me. Now behind me and with his erection sticking into my backside, he reached round to my still swollen nipples , now sensitive to the touch and he knew it, making circles over then he softly played with them, this was getting too much for me and he could tell as I just went limp, I was now his to do as he wanted, this was the moment he was waiting for as a quick jab from his cock pushed against me. Kicking my feet as far apart as they could in the shower, ‘ lean forward slut’ I did as I was told. A hand started to soap my back , getting lower and lower until his hands were on my buttocks, applying generous amounts of soap, his hands now glided over them, an occasional finger found its way into me, then another, then another. By now I was like a bitch on heat, desperate for him to fuck me. This he sensed as he must have dipped his hips to get to an angle where his slut hungry cock could penetrate me to fill me with his manly seed.
His cock, now purposely gliding up and down my crack, trying several times to find its target, it wasn't long before it did, sliding down then abruptly stopping , he pushed harder and he entered me, just the head at first which stretched me open to allow his next push to glide painlessly into me, the soap must have helped!
He wasn't going to wait and just pounded away with what, in this position, he could push into me, my own cock bouncing up and down with each thrust, his hand soon found it and started to wank me off whilst the other paying particular attention to my swollen nipples.. Paul, now however, had other ideas, his balls were full and his determination to inseminate me grew, as did his vigorous thrusts . I was moaning in pure pleasure as Paul continued to fuck me, I think my antics from earlier were about to get the better of him, then he said something that more or less confirmed he was also fucking my wife, his last pre inseminating thrusts were intense , my cock couldn't hold back and I came with such force, my sperm hitting the tiles and slowly dripping down into the base and flow into the abyss of the plug hole, ‘ actually where that belongs you sissy’ he said,then he started to cum himself, I loved the feeling as his glans slightly swelled and twitched and a torrent of sperm was injected into my willing body, then he says those words ‘ Ahhhhhh your as good as your wife when I fucked and came In her ‘ that didn't sink in straight away as his climax was loud and distracting. I guess we could be heard several doors down!, spurt after spurt shot into me, I guess this was his way of claiming me as his property as well as my minx of a wife. Giving my nipples a final twist, he pulled out abruptly, some of his sperm was sucked out with it into the shower base, circling round before being devoured by the plug hole.
She said you would be good but not this good, I think I could use the pair of you with the friends I have, this I wasn't sure about as I didn't even know about this but I guess it's something we could all work out.
Well after this I was not only well used but also very tired as I guessed he might be given all this frantic fucking he just given me. I grabbed a towel and dried myself, paul told me there was something on the bed for me to wear tonight, I entered the bedroom and on the bed what's the most gorgeous pink translucent baby doll with matching side tie panties, a present from me to you he said, no agenda, i hope you like it. Like it was an understatement and yes he would get lucky as would another guest within the hotel who Paul had secretly spoken to when we arrived so this was more pre-planned than I gave it credit for.
Get some rest Paul said , you've got a busy day tomorrow, again Paul was good at understatements as I'd find out!
Part 3 coming next year
Happy Christmas
