Francie and Graeme's Defloration

The odd-numbered parts have the sex. The even-numbered parts have the love story.

~1~

Francie likes what she's seeing -- her feminized husband.

All slutted-up in strappy heels and frilly socks, a cute cornflower blue skirt and white cotton blouse, kneeling in front of the living room couch, sucking off one of Francie's boyfriends.

Francie (wearing nothing but her glasses, pajama bottoms and a dirty smile) watches the little butt wiggle, the girly head bob, the tied-back ponytail swish. She parks her own little butt on the edge of the couch, swishes her own ponytail, closes her eyes and listens to the gurgling and slurping.

Francie pinches a nipple and slides the other hand down her pants. She's been wet since those two started playing with each other.

She pushes her glasses back up her nose and leans in, to see if the slut's getting that cock all the way down. Francie herself can barely do it...

And the horny thing's swallowed it almost all the way to the root! Francie doesn't know whether to cheer or be jealous. But as the last inch is about to disappear, the slut gags and gets wide-eyed; she backs off, leaving a shiny coat of drool behind. Francie watches a string of the stuff stretch out between her boyfriend's cockhead and her husband's pretty lipsticked mouth.

There's a tiny *koff!* and a *sniff* and a deep breath. Tears well up in the gurl's eyes from choking, but she runs her tongue over her lips, opens that pouty mouth wide and slides back down.

Francie rubs herself a little more, then rolls off the couch onto all fours and scampers behind her husband. She pats him on his pretty ass.

~2~

After a few years together, Francie and Graeme were getting stale. They agreed that they needed a change, and they agreed on his suggestion of what to do.

But couples play didn't work out for them.

They loved the adventure and the variety, the extra attention, and -- oh the sex! -- Francie *loved* getting a proper fucking, and Graeme *loved* seeing his wife getting a proper fucking.

...which is where the trouble lay. This excited Graeme very much. Just the thought of Francie getting humped by another guy -- and he could hardly think of anything else -- drove him happily lust-crazy. And actually watching it... Well, that was *too* arousing, *too* distracting. Graeme couldn't pay any attention to his partner.

And if that wasn't enough of a turnoff for a woman, then Graeme's premature ejaculation certainly was.

~3~

Francie peeks under her husband's skirt and rubs a hand over the pretty lace-trim panties. The smooth bottom rolls this way and that, the sissy's body moves with each hand-stroke and head-bob on the thick cock. Francie hooks her fingers in the tart's waistband and pulls the panties halfway down.

And she sees a wet spot in the gusset! Oh, she knows it's just precum, but it sure looks a lot like a _real_ girl's wet panties!

Francie checks herself for a wet spot. She takes off her fogged-up specs and wipes them against her PJ bottoms. It's really steamy in here! She puts her glasses back on and reaches inside her pants. She covers a finger with her juice.

She touches her husband's hairless sack, tracing a line of girl-wet along that cute ridge on the underside. She pokes the taut skin gently, working a finger between the balls, tickling and teasing. The cocksucker starts making making 'mm-hmm' noises and wiggling her ass around, trying to get Francie's finger on the hole.

She teases him, she won't give that satisfaction. Francie has an even better tease ready: She squirts a little fruit-scented lube in her palm, waits for it to warm to body temp, then spreads her husband's asscheeks and dabs it on his anus.

Francie's mouth is watering, but it's not from the sweet smell of that slippery goo. It's because she's about to watch her husband's ass-cherry get popped.

~4~

The couples play and the swing clubs weren't a total failure for Francie and Graeme. Look at it the right way, and it was isveçbahis a tremendous success. What could be more exciting, what's more positive for a relationship, what's more fascinating than discovering something new, something unexpected, something very sexy about your 'other half'?

What Francie discovered is Graeme's cuckold fetish. What Graeme learned is that little Francie has a touch of domme inside her!

And now it was Francie's turn to make a suggestion. She proposed an "adjustment" to Graeme's marital privileges: they'd no longer be having sex with each other. Of course Graeme would watch her with other men and he would be... assisting.

As Francie expected, just talking about this new arrangement got Graeme excited ("visibly so", Francie pointed out -- while literally pointing at the cute little bulge in his pants). And she knew she'd have to do something to keep Graeme from being a such a naughty boy.

Francie bought Graeme a special present to makr this new stage in life, an adorable little chastity cage with a little bow and a heart-shaped lock. Francie promised strictly supervised masturbation on special occasions.

Oh yes, they agreed. THIS is what we're looking for.

~5~

Francie crawls alongside the pair, strokes the slut's ponytail, curls her fingers around it. She pulls her sissy's head back off the bull's cock, puts an arm under him, and they knee-shuffle to the end of the couch.

It's obvious what the sweet little domme is up to, and in half-a-sec her sissy is bent over the couch arm. Francie leans over and licks the slut's ear, at the same time reaching out and grabbing the bull's dick. She pulls her boyfriend up off the couch cock first -- and it doesn't take him long to get behind the bent-over gurl.

Francie nibbles an ear, says: "Stick your hands straight out in front. Keep them that way. Hold still."

Then she reaches back and flips up the skirt, takes a look at the little butt. She leaves the panties where they are -- still halfway down the slut's thighs -- so hot, she thinks, and it's kind of restraining... Her mouth starts watering again, she spits some drool on her husband's hole.

She turns her attention back to the bull; his cock hasn't gone soft at all, and she grabs him halfway along the shaft. It's still slippery from the blowjob, but not slippery enough. She spits all over it, using her fingers to spread it, keeping her mouth off because she promised her husband: tonight that cock was only for him.

She puts the cockhead up against the tight little hole, rubs it around the outside, up and down the wet crack. Her husband makes throaty noises and pushes his little butt toward the hardon.

Francie tells the sissy to hush and relax. She puts a soft, firm hand on the bull's tailbone, uses the other to line up the dick and the hole. Her left hand's wrapped around her boyfriend's cock, just below the glans -- her index finger and thumb look like she's making an O.K. sign.

Francie gives a tiny push and her boyfriend's penis starts spreading her husband's anus. She keeps her fingers looped around the cock, making sure it goes in slowly. She wants her husband's first time to be as gentle as hers was.

She cups her free hand around her boyfriend's balls, gets ready to squeeze him like a sponge at the first bit of roughness. She knows how guys can get.

Together, all three work the penis into the rectum. Slow steady pressure on the sphincter, and the tight ring of muscle starts relaxing. Half the head's inside! Francie wipes sweat off her nose and straightens her glasses. All the way to the ridge now! She swallows a mouthful of saliva.

The head disappears inside. Everyone pauses and they all take a breath together. Francie feels so tingly! She rubs her husband's back, lifts the ponytail off his sweaty neck. When she looks back, a smidge more of the penis is buried inside. The bull stops to let the sissy get used to it.

But it's not long before the little slut's scooching herself backward, trying to get more of that isveçbahis giriş cock up her tight ass! Francie watches more of the thing sink into her husband's boy-pussy.

There's a masculine growl and a feminine whinny, then everyone's quiet and still for a moment. He pulls back, pauses, then pushes back in, just a little deeper than before. Slowly back out, slowly back in.

Francie listens to the wet friction noises, watches the steady strokes.

~6~

Francie and Graeme settled into their cuckold marriage. Well, at first she indulged him and let him call himself a "wittol", but it was more fun to insist that he use the word CUCKOLD (and anyway pulling out a dictionary and having a vocabulary lesson was sort of a buzz-kill for most playmates).

And while Francie's made of sugar and spice and everything nice, she found out she has a few pinches of domme in her, too. And she liked this assertive side of herself.

Her next little bit of mischief was to forbid her cuckold from doing any "man's work" around their place (the honey-do list: light bulbs, A/C filters, loose towel racks, wonky faucets, that sort of thing).

Francie could do all these things herself of course, and for a while she did. But one day she had a better idea, and as she put it to her husband: "Don't you think it'd be nice to have my boyfriends do those things instead?"

Of course those little jobs weren't the only things her boyfriends did. Francie got a kick from pretending to be putting out for these small favors. As for Graeme, he himself started stuffing the Job Jar with things that needed doing around the house. He liked the feel of squirming around in his chastity cage, watching another guy fasten a wobbly caster or whatever, knowing where it was leading.

It wasn't long before Francie noticed her cucky seemed to have a special crush on one of her visitors. Well, she thought, I can't fault your taste in men -- that one's my favorite too! And that gave the little minx a dirty idea.

Things came together that day when they were home from work during a cold snap