Her scent, her scent alone, the musk, the sex, drove me wild. I wanted to run. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream my love for my wife. She turned even a trip to the doctor into an erotic adventure, one filled with love, submission, humiliation, and sexual energy.
I opened my mouth, let Sara push the panties, crotch down, onto my tongue, into my mouth, gagging me, silencing my protests. I heard the door open, and the same unattractive fat nurse walked in, eyed my bound, gagged, lingeried form, and let out a chuckle.
"Nurse, can you get me a semen sample, please," Dr. Nelson asked.
"Yes, doctor. Milked or masturbated?"
"Milked, nurse, I want his wife to see it done, so she can do it to the sissy."
"Yes, doctor." The nurse pulled some instrument out of a drawer, a curved metal rod, thick, like a penis, with a handle on the end. She walked down by my legs, out of view, with Sara trailing.
"A good bit of lube is needed, especially at first," she told Sara. "You insert this, or a dildo, or even your fingers, into the anus, pointed towards the cock. You will find the prostate there, and by applying pressure, you force semen through the tubes, eventually producing ejaculation. Here, watch me," she instructed, inserting the tube, filling my ass, causing my cock to jump, me to yell through the panty gag.
"See, a constant back and forth. It takes a little while, depending on the state of arousal. It's important, if you want a true milking, without orgasm, to avoid any stimulation of the cock," she laughed, "or whatever this is between the legs here."
I moaned.
"If you want sissy to have an orgasm, do this with very light, intermittent manual stimulation."
"Does it feel good?" I jumped, jerked my head, at the whisper in my ear. It was Dr. Nelson.
"You are such a pretty sissy, Julie, I'm so happy for Sara."
I was breathing heavily now.
"You know, we were roommates in college. She always had a thing for pretty girls."
My eyes shot wide open. Sara?
Dr. Nelson laughed in recognition. "Yes, we were lovers for awhile. You'd be amazed at the things your Sara did. But she wanted men too. I was happy to stick with women, but Sara was more hetero than lesbian. I wondered when she married you what she was up to. I was at your wedding, you don't remember, I can tell, but I wondered how a girl could love cock like Sara and marry someone so wimpy. I joked with her that you must have a sausage in your pants. I guess I was wrong," she laughed.
Her soft whisper drove me wild. Sara could not hear it, engrossed in the doings of the nurse.
"That's why she needs a sissy like you, Julie, so she can get her fill of feminine love, but still get real cock when the mood strikes her."
"He is getting close, see him jumping," the nurse told Sara. I felt the nurse attach something to my cock, and I tried to scream. "Just a tube to collect the semen, dear," she laughed.
"I've seen her do it," Dr. Nelson whispered, "bent over, a big cock in her, screaming in pleasure. You have too, haven't you, seen the look of lust in her eyes. Knowing that little cockette can never do that too her. Just wait, Julie, soon you are going to have breasts, nice, soft, breasts for her to play with. She can sit on your face, massaging your breasts, while you suck the cum from her stud from her pussy."
That, dear readers, was too much. I started jerking like a fish out of water, spasm after spasm, feeling the nurse twist the tube in my ass, pressing against me. I felt cum gush from my cock, into the collection tube. I was breathing quickly, through my nose, mouth still tasting Sara on her panties. I was close to hyperventilating.
I thrust my pelvis up in the air as far as it could go, clenching onto the phallus in my rear, feeling an orgasm coming, and just as suddenly, disappearing. Waves of pleasure were crashing over me, or at least coming near me, but just out of reach. Ohhh, please, I wanted to orgasm so bad!
Dr. Nelson laughed in my ear. "That's what it's like for your wife, sissy, when she fucks you, dying to orgasm, but unable to. That's why she fucked a man, to feel a real orgasm again, not that unsatisfying shit you do to her. Enjoy the fair play, sissy, she is going to love tormenting you like that."
I was thrashing now, knowing an orgasm was not coming. It got so close, but still, it was so far.
"Nurse, will you clean up Sara's husband and take him for his blood work, I have some things to...talk to Sara about."
Dr. Nelson motioned to the door, and Sara opened it and stepped into the hall. As she was walking by me, Dr. Nelson leaned down to my ear and whispered, "I want to find out if your wife still remembers how to lick pussy as well as she did in college."
"Mmmmgggfff," I moaned in my gag, thrashing on the table, the half orgasm I'd had from the milking still rushing through my body, now only heightened by Dr. Nelson's comment. Sara licking pussy. Oh god, I moaned. I flexed, hips pumping the air, now on the boarder of desperation for a full orgasm. The image flickered in my mind, Sara, on her own knees, her head buried under Dr. Nelson's skirt, eagerly eating her pussy.
Yes, essentially cuckolded by Steve, and now by Dr. Nelson. I realized then, shivering, arms tugging at their bonds, legs spread wide, my stockings massaging them, tied to the stirrups, the nurse still holding the anal probe inside me, how much a cuckold I was. How much I needed to submit to Sara. How emotionally charged, how sexually charged I became with each act of Sara's infidelity.
Cuckolding was not simply Sara's selfishness, it was more than that, much more. In a way, it was my selfishness. I wanted it as much, if not more, than Sara. I don't know what makes us crave certain things sexually, why some people fantasize about sex on the beach, while others love a woman in boots. Who knows what in my childhood made me this way.
What I did know was that for Sara and me, her infidelity was an act of love. I loved it, she loved it, we loved each other and were soulmates.
After Dr. Nelson left and closed the door behind her, the nurse told me to breath deeply, to help my body come down from the sexual edge.
I breathed through my nose, deeply, breath after breath, and felt my heart slow down slightly. "That's it, close your eyes," the nurse said. "Just focus on breathing."
I felt her start to move the probe from my behind, and I jumped and started breathing more shallow.
"No, sweetie, keep that breathing slow and deep," she said, pausing, "don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
I did as she said, as she slowly removed the probe, feeling it expel from me. "This will be cold," she warned, pressing something against my behind, wiping me, cleaning me up. Very much nurse duties, I suppose, taking care of a patient like this. "Okay, now part of milking is the denial of the full orgasm. So, your wife brought this," she said, taking my cock in her hand. I looked down to see her closing the chastity cage on me. "We don't want you wanking off as soon as you get to work," she laughed. "And ruining the whole thing."
The nurse then moved to my mouth, put her fingers on the panties. "Your wife's?" I nodded my head yes. "They make a nice gag in a pinch. Here, let me," she said, removing the panties from my mouth, putting them in a bag. "Be sure to give these to her when you are done."
"Yes, thank you," I said, my mouth a little dry.
"Okay, are you relaxed now? I'm going to undo your bonds, okay?"
"Yes, yes," I said, straining, dying to stretch my limbs.
She undid my hands, then moved to my legs, freeing them from their spread position in the stirrups.
"Okay, you can get up now. Your panties are over there," she said pointing to a chair. "Why don't you put them on, and get dressed. I'm going to take this to the lab," she held up the tube with semen, "and I'll be back in a few."
She watched me pull the panties up my legs, over my stockings, and fix them around my garter belt. "You know, your taste in lingerie is excellent." I blushed, I'm sure.
"And I must say, and believe me I don't say this about all the sissies we get in here, your figure is excellent. Assuming the lab clears you for hormones, you are going to look very pretty w
ith breasts." I turned eight shades of red as the nurse turned on her heel and left the room without another word.
Twenty minutes later, she came back. I was dressed by now, sitting on a chair, shifting, reading some women's magazine about fall fashion. Nice.
Knocking as she opened the door, she asked if I was all set. I nooded.
"Good. Now, I have to let the doctor talk to you of course, but we saw no problems with the blood or semen work. I think things are going to work out just fine for you."
Sure, just fine, if fine means hormones, a loss or erection, and breasts, I thought, blushing. The nurse led me down a hall, stopped before a door with the doctor's name on it, and knocked. She opened it, and it was Dr. Nelson's office, apparently. Dr. Nelson was behind the desk, and my wife, smiling, was sitting in one of the two chairs in front of her.
I took the chair next to my wife, who leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue briefly finding mine. I closed my eyes to avoid having to look at Sara or Dr. Nelson when the smell drifted to me. The smell of a woman's pussy if very distinct, unmistakable, really. It's like no other smell. Hell, it's like no other taste.
And what smell and taste were on Sara's mouth, all over her face?
Yes. Pussy. Sweet, musky, pussy.
"Love you baby," she smiled as she pulled back.
"Yes, by the way," Dr. Nelson smiled at me. As in, yes, your wife still licks pussy like she did in college.
"Well, the good news is that the lab work looks great. Coupled with my exam, I have no problem starting you on a modified hormone regiment," Dr. Nelson said. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a package of pills. "This is the first month's. Just take them, one a day, well, just as your wife takes her pill. You are on the pill, right Sara? I mean..."
Sara laughed. "Yes, Susan, I'm on the pill."
"That's great, actually. You two can take your meds at the same time."
I reached out, shaking, afraid to take the case of pills off the desk, as if it was some final step, a point of no return.
"Now, I want to make an appointment with you for next week, both of you, actually. I want to discuss some of the, well, emotional aspects of what you two are doing, to make sure you are both adjusting well."
We made the appointment, left the office and went to our cars. Unbelievably, after that morning, I had to go to the office. Fuck, how the hell was I supposed to work?
By our cars, Sara kissed me again, giving me a taste of what was all over her face. I felt weak, powerless, in love, aroused and thrilled all in the two seconds of the kiss.
Oh, the kiss.
The kiss.
Part 07
On Tuesday morning, while I was getting dressed, Sara asked me to step into the bathroom with her.
"Yes, love," I asked.
"Honey, I take my pill in the morning, so like Dr. Nelson said, I think you should take yours then too," she smiled, holding out the package of hormones we got from the doctor.
"Oh, are...are we starting, I mean, you want me to start the hormones already?"
"Well, I don't see any reason to wait, do you?"
Reason? Only that I was about to take the first step down the road to having breasts! Only that Dr. Nelson said that once we started the hormones, I could lose the ability to have an erection. Only that she also warned that I would not be able to have regular sex with Sara, for fear of hurting myself. Only that I was terrified.
"But, Sara, Dr. Nelson said that...well...we can't...you know, I can't...I mean, I should not...penetrate you...after we start."
"Yes, yes, of course, so you don't get hurt with a partial erection, I know."
"But, if I take this...I mean...then we can't..."
"Have sex, I know," she looked hard at me. "Does that bother you, Julie?"
"Yes, a little," I admitted.
"Because a sissy husband with a little cock like that should expect to fuck his wife every night, right," she said, "no matter how unsatisfying it is for her."
Her words actually stung. "No, Sara, I mean, yes, it's just that, well, I thought..."
"I know what you thought, Julie, that you'd get to stick that thing in me one more time."
Yes, she was right, at least one more time.
"But love, you know that's not what I want, don't you?"
I lowered my eyes, face reddening. Of course not.
"And love...look at me...you don't really want that either, do you? I mean, honestly, do you really want to pretend to be a man? Do you? After all we've been through? Or is it just one last fling, really, an attempt to try one more time."
I wasn't sure. I mean, was I giving up too much?
"Well, love, listen, I'll tell you what. I don't have a problem waiting till tomorrow to start these, hell, if you really want, you don't have to take them at all, that choice is yours. But, you have a choice, love."
"A choice?"
"Sure, just as everything we've done has been within your ability to stop or change. I want you to think about this today at the office. Think about what you really want, and what you really are. Are you a sissy, pure and true, or are you just pretending to be one? Do you really want to be submissive, or just play at it?"
"Sara, I..."
"No, no, don't answer. You've had to choose so many things, love, so choose this. You want to make love? Great. Tonight, you can come home and do one of two things. If you want one last shot at me as a man, fine, I can accept that. I won't enjoy it, but I'll indulge you one last time."
"When I get home, I want to find you naked, totally naked, on the bed. I promise I'll let you fuck me, that I'll let you role play at being the man. I can promise you I won't enjoy it, but I promise I won't hate it, either. Worse thing, of course, is that it won't do a thing for me, sexually. Sure you'll get your rocks off, though."
"Or?"
"Or, you come home, same, and I want to find you on the bed, in something sexy. Wait...wait...better yet. At lunch today I want you to go to Victoria's Secret and buy something sexy. Yes," she smiled, warming to the thought, "either way, I want you to go shopping."
"I want you to buy something very sexy. If you want to play the man, buy it for me, and I'll wear it for you when I let you fuck me. I'll be your fantasy whore, love, you can pretend you are my John," she laughed, "my client, and you bought me for a couple of hours. I'll pretend to be your call girl, and you can fuck me to your heart's delight. Of course, like a real hooker, I won't actually enjoy any of it."
"But...but, love, but...if you are ready now to accept your role in our marriage, if that's what you really want, don't buy me something sexy at Victoria's Secret...buy it for yourself. Then, I want you on the bed, waiting for me. You are going to be my whore for the night. I'm going to be your client and...if that's what you want...I'm going to get out the strap on cock and fuck you. You've had that once before, Julie."
"Sara you want me to..."
"To chose, love, as always. It's really quite simple. Before you take your hormones, choose if you want to play the man one last time. If so, I'll be your whore tonight. But, if instead, you choose to be what you are, you'll be my whore. Choose between man and woman, giving and receiving cock, choose which path you take." she smiled.
"But..."
"No...no 'buts' love," she cut me off, "do you understand what I'm telling you?"
"Yes."
"Good," she said, putting my pills away. "Now go get dressed for work. Get out your chastity cage, too, I want you to wear that today. I don't want you all sexed out before tonight," she smiled.
Sara watched me dress, and before I put on my suit, fastened the chastity cage around my cock. "There you go, love, now finish getting ready, I have to get going," she said, and gave me a kiss goodbye. "Really just decide what size you are buying today at lunch, to fit you or me," she laughed, walking out of the room.
I spent the morning at the office staring at the wall, getting nothing done. Choose, she said, between being a man and a woman. Which was I? Which pat
h was right for me? Didn't I want to fuck my wife, at least one more time? I knew that even later, I suppose I could have. Some Viagra would increase the blood flow, making it safe, etc. But mentally, even before the hormones, I wanted to be the woman not the man, it was much too late for me to be the man.
At Victoria's Secret again, I thought. How many times was I going to come to this store? Walking in, part of me wanted to buy something for Sara. She offered to be my whore. I could only imagine her, giving herself up to me for an evening. Fuck it, who cared if she found any sexual pleasure from it, cause I knew that I'd at least get an evening of fucking her. Looking over at a display of panties and bras, I thought, yes, I want her to be my whore.
"Can I help you with something," I heard a voice behind me asking. Sure, always a pretty sales girl here to help the man who wanders into the store all alone.
"Um, yes...I'm looking for something...I...I like this," I said, pointing to the sheer and lace bra and panty set on the table in front of us.
"Well, that is nice," she said, "for your," she looked down at my finger, at my wedding band, "wife, I assume," she smiled.
"Yes," I said. It was a lie, of course. As much as I wanted Sara to be my whore, I knew the second I was asked, I could never do it that way. I could not buy something in her size, I was a cuckold. A sissy cuckold. Who was I kidding?
"Yes, for my wife." Hey, maybe it wasn't a complete lie. It was for my wife, in a way, just like when a wife buys something slutty to wear, its for her husband, in a way, for her to put on and seduce him in. Lingerie, the gift that keeps on giving.
She looked at me with a coy look in her eye, "you must have a special evening planned. What size bra does she wear?"
"34C," I thought. "36C," I answered, my size with my fake breasts.
"Let me see, yes, here we go," she said, picking up the bra, "it's very pretty." She held it up, showing off the sheer cups of the bra, trimmed in lace. "And her panty size?"
Again, "medium" I thought, but answered large. She picked up a matching pair of panties, sheer, satin and lace.
"You know, this is a set, I mean, it has a matching garter belt, would you like that," she asked being helpful?
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