Damn! It was the wife telling me she would be working late again, then going on to the gym. That damn gym was taking over her life, she was now training every day.
I wouldn’t have minded that, but when she got home she would grab some food then head for bed. Even if I followed her up, the moment I would try to get her in the mood she would turn her back on me and sleep.
All afternoon all I could think of was what I could do to give myself a little extra spice to help me come. It had been that long now that I often found it hard to achieve orgasm.
After work I jumped in the car and started to drive home, but an accident made me take a different route.
As I drove, I noticed an adult book shop.
"That was it, that might help!" I was thinking, as I pulled the car over to go look around.
After a quick check up and down the street, I entered the shop.
Some of the magazines were expensive and the videos were a crazy price. I started to wonder if this was a good idea or not.
It was then I noticed a bargain bucket of books. They were all wrapped in what looked to be three books to each package. I also noticed they were marked as old stock and xxx, but not what the contents of each book was.
I could only see the front cover of the one book in each package. They were sealed in plain wrapping with only a clear window at the front.
I liked the front cover of one particular pack, it had some really hot girls on the front.
I paid the assistant and continued my way home, without any more traffic problems.
On getting inside my house, I ripped open the package and made sure to hide the wrapping in the trash. It wasn’t long before I headed up to the bedroom with all three magazines clutched tight in my hand. I knew I could easily hide them if I slid them under my jumpers in my wardrobe. Being as it mid-summer, there was no way they would be noticed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, my trousers and boxer shorts were soon on the floor. I thumbed through the first magazine. To be honest, it wasn’t that good and I was only semi-erect from the pictures. I was really disappointed that the book only seemed to be soft porn, considering I had paid for triple X.
I slipped it under the others and opened the next magazine, the very first girl looked amazing. I turned the page for the final naked shots and it was then I got the shock of my life.
The girl that had given me such a huge erection was a bloody guy.
I quickly shut the magazine, slipping it under the pile, opening the next, feeling totally ripped off.
I couldn’t believe it, that magazine was the same, more trannies. I was fuming, what a mug I had been; strange that I was still stiff though.
Desperate as I was, I just wondered if I used my imagination, could I actually think of them as girls?
Eagerly, I concentrated on getting a good rhythm going. My hand now firmly wrapped back around my semi-erect member, I stroked away. I was actually getting more aroused by each page. My eyes kept wandering, seemingly directing my focus to the girls' cocks.
No matter how often I looked elsewhere on the page, my focus soon dropped back to what seemed to me the biggest manhoods I had ever seen. In a lot of the pictures, the girls had their cocks hanging out the side of the panties they wore. Could it really be those panties that helped them in some way? Some sort of trick that made them big? Well, there was only one way and I was going to find out!
I headed to the wife’s underwear drawer and soon picked out a very silky black pair of her panties. Instinctively, I stepped into them. Pulling them up my legs, the soft silk seemed to affect on me. I had never known my four inch cock to be as hard. I slowly rubbed my silk encased cock; God this felt so good!
I hadn’t even slipped my cock out yet, and here I was close to exploding. Panic took over for a fleeting moment, I noticed a rather large damp patch had formed. Well, it was to late now, I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted. I was now desperate to come.
I would just have to slip them in the laundry after I was done, and hope she would just think she had worn them.
Watching myself in the mirror was amazing, seeing my hand rubbing away at that fictional girl's mound. My legs shook in anticipation. I cried out; jet after jet of warm sticky cum soon shot inside that black silk prison.
“What the… you fucking pervert, those are my favorite panties.” It was Susan, my wife.
“I’m sorry… I can explain,” I said as I nervously stared back at her in the mirror.
She ran at me like a mad woman slapping me hard in the mouth. “Get out…get out,” she screamed at the top of her voice.
Quickly, I grabbed my trousers and shoes, pulling them up before running out the front door.
What the fuck had I done, I was so mad with myself, how was I ever going to fix this?
I decided to go to the pub in the village. After being caught like that, I needed a drink. I just hoped if I left it long enough she might cool down.
I ordered a drink and sat in a corner, hoping no one would ask about my split lip. As I sat, I realized I was still wearing her soaking wet panties. With a quick glance around to check nobody was watching, I kept feeling my trousers checking for wetness. They seemed to be fine so I had a few more drinks before heading home.
Walking along, my mind was a blur trying to think of what she might do or say. Even the thought of a divorce gave me a shiver. Would she? Could she? What could I do?
I just hoped she would forgive me for what I had done.
Tentatively, I opened the front door, trying to be as quiet as I could. The last thing I wanted was for her to attack me again.
“So you decided to show your face again did you,” she said catching me sneaking in.
I felt like a hare trapped in the lights. “I’m so sorry, I was frustrated, you're always at the gym these days,” I explained, as I waited for her to lose it again, but this time she seemed calm.
“You have been doing this for years, haven’t you.”
“No, this was the first time,” I quickly replied.
“Liar! You fucking liar,” she snapped back. “These magazines are over a year old.”
Before I could reply she snapped again, “Sleep in the spare room until I decide what to do.”
I was just so glad that she hadn’t thrown me back out.
Quickly, I got myself out of her way and up to the spare room.
The following morning was bad, not a word spoken between us. If looks could kill, I would be on my way to the cemetery. She had a face like thunder.
All day long I struggled to keep on task at work, as I was so worried. I just hoped that she would break her silence soon. It was Friday, so I knew that the weekend would be hell without speaking.
Finally, the work day was over and I headed back home to another empty house.
Hours went by. I guessed she must have gone to the gym again. It was unusual for her not to text or phone and I started to fret. What if she’s left me? Would she ever forgive me? My mind was in such a fuzz.
I waited and waited, but still there was no sign of her. Tiredness took over and I needed sleep. I thought it best to go back in the spare room.
By morning she was back and I was so relieved. Even though we still hadn’t spoken, it was obvious she was still mad with me. I was too scared to break the silence, in case she said something I didn’t want to hear.
Mid-morning I heard the back gate open. It was Dave from next door as usual, he just came strolling in just like he always did.
“Only me, I hope you're both indecent.” He laughed as he entered our lounge.
“Hi, Sue, Sam, can I borrow your lawnmower again? I’ve still haven't gotten mine fixed yet.”
“I’ll get it out the shed for you," I quickly replied.
“Thanks, Sam. Do I detect some tension here?” I overheard him say, as I left for the shed.
When I got back they were both chatting, but it suddenly went quiet.
“It’s by the gate for you,” I announced.
“Thanks, mate, we're having one of our parties tonight, so apologies for any unusual noise.” He giggled.
Dave headed out the room but before he left turned to Sue. “Anyway that’s what I would do if I were you, that’s if your really serious about that.”
“Thanks,” Sue shouted as he disappeared.
Still she blanked me, my mind now wondered just what had been said.
The whole weekend was just us in silence, with me still in the spare room. The only sounds we heard all weekend were the grunting and groaning going on late into the night from next door. It was nothing unusual. Dave and Debbie were avid swingers, not that they ever pushed anything on us. We all got on living at the end of the village and we both enjoyed the privacy.
What they did in their own home was fine with us, they had always been great neighbors.
Monday morning, Sue finally spoke, “I’m going to test you this week.”
“What, what do you mean?”
“You will see.” With that, she left laughing.
I got off to work wondering what sort of test she had in mind.
Arriving home that night, I was really surprised to see Sue’s car already parked outside. I walked into the lounge to see her sitting in my favorite chair.
“Do you love me?” she asked.
“Yes,” I quickly replied.
“Do you really love me? I want you to prove it.”
I told her I was willing to do whatever it takes to prove I loved her 100%.
She asked me to write down all my passwords to all the web sites I used. She explained she wanted to check that I wasn’t cheating on her. I never hesitated, and gave her full access to everything I used on my computer.
“It’s time for your test now, you do know I only married you for that tongue don’t you? That thing you call a cock just isn’t that great.”
I bowed my head both in shame and surprise at those cutting words. It was true, when we did have sex, it was always with my tongue that I seemed to give her satisfaction.
“W-what sort of test?”
“Dave thinks you might be a sissy and I’m going to find out,” she barked at me.
What made Dave say such a thing and why? At least this was going to be easy to prove, there was absolutely no way I was a sissy.
“Take off all your clothes and stand before me, if you pass this test then nothing will be said further.” Sue suddenly sounded menacing. “But if you fail, then from that moment on you will do as I say. That’s if you truly love me.”
I nodded and quickly stripped naked, standing right in front of her. She reached behind the pillow and pulled out a small carrier bag. Standing, she rummaged inside the bag pulling out a white bra and slipped it on me.
Next she pulled out some matching panties. I stepped in to them before she pulled them up my over my cock.
“If you cum in these panties, then it proves your just a secret sissy. Agreed?”
Again I nodded wondering what would come next.
“You love being dressed up in women’s pretty clothes don’t you?” her voice was raised.
“No, it was one time, I don’t,” I tried to protest.
“Well, we will see,” again she laughed out loud.
Slowly, she started circling my left nipple. The teasing feeling was immense. My cock had already gone firm in it’s silk prison and was straining to find its way to escape. My nipple soon stood proud, so she moved to the other, giving it just as much attention.
I tried hard to think of anything apart from what she was doing to me. The last thing I wanted was to fill those panties with cum.
Once she was happy that both my nipples were fully erect, she ran her fingers down my sides.
As she reached my waist I was now physically shaking with her soft touch. Slowly, she moved on down the outside of my thighs. My breathing quickened as she reached just above my knees.
She now turned her attention to the inside of my thighs, as she slowly moved up towards my balls.
The sensation was driving me crazy I just couldn’t hold back. Biting hard on my bottom lip, I felt the cum release from my cock.
She didn’t even reach my balls, and my little cock had gone off like a rocket without any warning. I could feel my face redden with embarrassment.
It was then that I realised what I had done.
A flash hit my eyes like a bolt of lightning, then another. I rubbed my eyes struggling to see.
As my sight returned, I found Sue was standing a few feet back from me holding a camera.
“See, I knew it you’re a sissy,” she laughed.
I tried to complain but she was having none of it.
“You can go shower, I have a few things to do,” again she hissed at me, in a way I had never heard from her ever.
On getting to the bathroom, I slipped of the damp panties and put them in the laundry basket.