A feminized basket ball player

Well this is no game, and it will be a cold winter’s night in hell, before that pathetic little cock of yours ever touches this pussy again. But I must admit I am enjoying this too. I have a little idea. An idea that will get you all pretty like you need to be, while letting me get off at the same time.” My wife reached into a shopping bag and pulled out the two pieces of a tiny, little, white bikini. “You know Alex, fuck bitches like you need to get a sexy tan for their men in the summer. Put this on.”

I didn’t hesitate, I am ashamed to admit. The sight of that bikini got me so turned on. It has always been a fantasy of mine to be able to wear and fill out a hot sexy bikini bathing suit. I stepped into the bikini bottom’s; a tiny triangle of white fabric held together by a string around the waist and another string that ran up the ass. They could hardly contain my cock, and I looked for all purposes like the joke I was. Still the feel of the thong ticking my little, pink asshole raised my excitement. My wife tapped her foot impatiently, and I took this as a sign to put on the top. The top was barely more concealing than the bottom, consisting this time of two triangles of white gauzy material, each with a string that were meant to be tied above my head and two others to be tied behind my back. When I was done, I felt like a Christmas present, what with all the bows and loose pieces of bikini string hanging from my hips, neck and back. “Oh don’t you look good, almost like the perfect little whore, except for that pathetic excuses for a penis poking out where it shouldn’t. We’ll have to do something about that.” My wife said reaching for my cock. I was ecstatic. My wife was just playing a game with me, I thought. How sweet she was to indulge my fantasies like this.