A feminized basket ball player

“You’re a good little cocksucker, Mr. Ross, I never would have known.” “Oh Jack, don’t play coy, you must have suspected that my pathetic little husband was really a fairy cocksucker.” My wife said. “And look, he soiled his little bikini.” She lifted one of the bikini’s bra cups, exposing a pearly patch of white that contrasted sharply with my tanned, hairless chest. “No matter though. She’s just about done anyway.” My wife giggled.

“Alex, go into the house and clean you panties, then prepare Jack and me a dinner. We’ll be upstairs, and I expect the house to be tidy and dinner to be on the table when we’re through. Oh, and another thing. I want you to shave that little pussy of yours. Don’t think for a second that I’m done with you.”

With that, my wife grabbed Jack’s softening penis with her hand and led him inside. I did as I was told, washing my bikini bottoms in the sink, and then, for lack of a better idea, putting them back on so I would have something to wear while I cooked dinner. As I prepared the first of many dinners to come, I listened to the shrieks of pleasure my wife was making as she fucked another man upstairs. I tried to imagine what my life was to become, but my imagination could not do justice to the reality that followed.