“Paul,” Sarah’s voice drifted in from the kitchen. “How long have you been wearing my undies?”

“What?”

“These were in your gym bag.” She’d come into the lounge and was dangling a pair of her little lilac knickers in my face like a fly fisherman teasing a trout.

“I have literally no idea how they got in there.” I could feel my cheeks reddening with a sudden blush.

Her gaze was steady. “Well, let’s have a think. Perhaps a sudden gust of wind literally lifted them out of my lingerie drawer and wafted them into your bag? Or maybe the thong fairy waved her wand and they flew in there by magic? Or perhaps it was another sort of fairy…?”

“Sarah, don’t tease me.”

“You’re the tease, you naughty boy; you know it makes me horny when you show your girly side. I’ve decided it’s time I gave you a helping hand.”

She kissed my cheek and squeezed my hand. “Come on, I’ve got a surprise for you upstairs. Have a shave and a shower and meet me in the bedroom.”

Sarah was full of ‘surprises’. At only nineteen she was a year younger than me but she was very much the leader in our relationship, especially when it came to sex. She’d ‘explained’ to me how the received wisdom of concepts like heterosexuality and monogamy were in fact puritanical distortions of our true natures, forced upon us by the prudish restrictions of long-debunked religions. She’d made it crystal clear that our lives would not be constrained by such mediaeval nonsense. No secrets, no judgement, only unashamed adventure and unbridled sexual pleasure.

After my shower I studied my slim, toned body in the mirror. My hands wandered up to my nipples and began rolling them as I looked at my slim, toned body, cute little penis and big round bottom. Sarah liked me smooth all over and booked me in for a full body wax every month at a gay men’s salon in Soho.

“Come on, baby boy, I’m waiting.” Her voice came from the bedroom, impatient, excited.

She was in her underwear: a suspender basque, stockings, high heels and a tiny G-string, all in black. On the bed was a pink set of matching bra and knickers.

I was silent, my throat dry.

“Come on, my sexy sissy boy, try them on; we both know you want to.”

Trying to feign indifference, I picked up the little pink panties. There was something unusual about them, some sort of gusset or sleeve in the crotch.

“Come on, Paul!”

I put them on. Sarah reached into the front and tucked my little boy bits into this special pocket.

“There, that’s better. Out of sight, out of mind.”

The feeling was incredible. With my male parts – such as they were – tucked way beneath my perineum, the front was just a smooth mound like a real girl. The skimpy back had a centre seam which went deep into my bum cleft, exposing most of my smooth, bare buttocks.

Sarah moved behind me and fitted the bra. This has special pockets too, into which she inserted large silicone breast forms. I was struck by the weight of my big new tits and ran my hands up and over these gorgeous orbs, feeling wonderfully playful and natural.

Sarah sat astride her dressing table bench seat and motioned for me to join her.

“Come on, sugar, let’s do your face and make you even prettier than you are already.”

The next hour passed in a blur of creams and powders, brushes and sponges until finally, after applying a bright red lipstick, Sarah was satisfied. She’d covered the mirror so I couldn’t peek, but I was itching to see the ‘new me’. She sat back admiring her handiwork, a wicked smile on her lips.

“Right then, now for every girl’s crowning glory.” She opened the bedside drawer and took out a long wavy mane of strawberry blonde hair. She came behind me to fit it and then back round to the front to survey the scene.

“Oh my fucking God! You bitch! You’re going to get even more cock than me tonight! Come on then, girlfriend, get your sexy ass into this.” She held up a black halter-neck mini dress.

It was very short and very clingy, hardly covering my bottom and showing every curve of my new womanly figure. The special panties worked their magic, as there was no hint of a tell-tale bulge at the front. Some bangles, a necklace and then the final piece of the jigsaw: diamanté high heels.

Sarah stood by the mirror, one hand on the cover, poised for a theatrical unveiling.

“Right then, baby girl, are you ready to meet … Chloe?”

Chloe?

It took a moment to sink in, and then I understood.

Sarah whipped off the cover. Standing before me was a stunning blonde babe, her statuesque physique complemented by a figure-hugging micro minidress. At first I was confused; was this a trick of the light, a two-day mirror or some random reflection? The girl in the mirror was at once pretty yet provocative, sexy yet sensual, innocent but with a hint of something more knowing lying behind the facade of her flawless complexion.

“Chloe,” I whispered her name, my name.

“Mmm, such a good girl.” Sarah was at my side, stroking my bottom; we were two blonde bombshells, primed and ready to detonate.

Ding-Dong.

The unexpected chime of the doorbell startled me, reality snapping back in like a slap in the face with a wet fish.

“Who the fuck is that?” I turned to Sarah, a rising panic in my voice.

“It’s Dwen.”

“Dwen? My colleague Dwen from work? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No, babe, I’m not kidding; I’m sure he’ll be excited to meet you, to meet Chloe.”

“Sarah, no, I beg you.”

“Chloe! Remember your manners, and especially your ladylike voice! Get ready to welcome our guest.” She strutted off to the door, her bare bottom jiggling in her slutty lingerie.

I ducked behind the living room door, shaking with fear. What madness was this? I was surely about to be exposed: outed as a cross-dressing sissy. No doubt Dwen would tell all the guys at work. The shame would be unbearable. And how could Sarah think of indecently flaunting herself like this in front of my workmate?

I didn’t have to wait long for my answers.

“Hello Peaches,” I heard Dwen’s familiar Caribbean bass as he stepped inside, then a long silence.

What I saw as I peeked through the crack of the hinges made my blood run cold. My young wife and so-called friend were locked in a passionate embrace, their mouths moving greedily as they devoured each other in a passionate kiss. Dwen’s hands roamed freely over her plump buttocks, and hers caressed his manhood through the front of his basketball shorts.

Eventually they broke the kiss. “So babe, where’s Paul tonight? Cricket practice as usual?”

As usual? How long has this been going on?

"He sure is. Damn, Dwen, I’ve missed you, and I’ve really missed this!” She had her hand down his shorts now, and I could see the outline of his rapidly hardening penis through the thin nylon material.

“Come on then, sexpot, let’s go upstairs. I can’t wait to breed you again.”

My head was swimming; this couldn’t be real. Sarah had been fucking Dwen - bareback - in our marital bed for months?

“Not so fast, my king; I’ve got a surprise for you tonight. We’ve got company.”

“Oh really! I like the sound of that; tell me more.”

Sarah was leading Dwen down the hallway towards where I was hiding in the lounge, talking as she did so: “Yes, a new friend of mine. She’s a bit shy, but I’m sure she’ll soon warm up. Chloeee, come and meet Dwen.”

I felt like my brain was going to explode. I was on the point of total despair when I caught sight of myself in the mirror, or more accurately, caught sight of Chloe. If I didn’t recognise ‘Paul’ then maybe, just maybe…

I stepped out from behind the door, shook out my long mane of hair and gave Dwen my biggest smile. A disembodied feminine voice said, “Well hello there, Mr Big!”

His eyes opened up like saucers as he took in my ample curves and alluring attire.

“Fuck me, Sarah, where have you been hiding this hottie?”

I – Chloe – sashayed over, touched his muscular shoulder with one hand and his barrel chest with the other, at the same time giving Sarah a flirtatious glance.

“Sarah’s told me so much about you. Apparently you’ve got much more to offer than her poor little hubby, especially in a certain all-important area!”

I let my left hand, and my eyes, drift down to the front of his shorts, which were tented by his ever-growing erection.

Sarah let out a yelp of glee. “Chloe! You utter flirt! Are you trying to steal my man?”

“From what you told me, babe, he’s got more than enough for the both of us. Shall we share him?”

Sarah led us over to the sofa, and we sat on either side of the muscular Black bull, who was evidently enjoying being the centre of attention.

“So come on then, babe,” I said to Sarah. “Spill the beans, how long have you and this gorgeous hunk been an item?”

“From the day after Paul introduced us almost six months ago. It was lust at first sight, wasn’t it, my king?” She turned to look up adoringly at him, her hand creeping up his thigh and into the leg of his shorts.

He merely grunted in reply, spreading his legs and watching her hand slide upwards.

“Paul’s a nice boy, but he’s so, well, so tiny.” She made a gap of one inch between her thumb and forefinger. “I can barely tell when his little thing is inside me, and even then he only lasts a few seconds before popping his cork. I need more, and Dwen has much, much more.”

Although my mind briefly burnt as I thought back to all the times I knew I’d failed to satisfy her, the world of being Paul was rapidly receding, and Chloe was enjoying herself.

“To be honest with you girls,” Dwen’s low growl, “I think Paul might be gay. When we shower at the gym, he can’t seem to take his eyes off my cock, and I’m sure he’s fantasising about giving me head.”

Sarah yelped in delight. “Oh my God, did you hear that, Chloe? My husband secretly wants to suck big a Black cock!”

“So it is true,” I said in my best coquettish whisper, “the rumour.”

“What rumour’s that, babe?” Sarah played along to perfection.

“You know, the rumour that Black guys are, well, you know, well endowed." I spoke the last two words slowly, looking up into Dwen’s big brown eyes.

Sarah’s hand had been moving rhythmically inside his shorts. “Well, let’s take a look, shall we?”

From the leg of the baggy shorts she extracted something that made me squeal in astonishment. Even though I’d seen him nude in the gym showers a hundred times, nothing prepared me for the sight of his huge Black cock fully erect, nearly a foot long, alarmingly thick and his cockhead a swollen pink bulb, already glistening with moisture.

In a hushed tone, reverently, I whispered, “Oh my goodness, Dwen, you’re massive.” This time it was my turn to be wide-eyed in amazement.

Sarah's hand was now slowly sliding up and down the magnificent ebony totem, Dwen watching intently in silence.

“Would you like to hold it?” Her eyes locked onto mine. Without replying, I reached forward and tried to encircle him. Of course I’d held my own little penis in my hand a thousand times, but this was incomparable.

It was the heat of him.

It was the girth of him.

It was the pulsing of him, the bulging veins, alive and throbbing in my hand.

I was awestruck and speechless, and my astonishment was complete when Sarah lowered her head and took his engorged purple crown between her lips, her eyes tight shut in ecstasy as she began her oral worship.

My fingers were around the root of him, and Sarah’s lips came right down to touch me as she swallowed what must have been at least 8 inches of his pulsing pole and then all the way back up to just have his tip between her lips. And so it continued, long, slow strokes of her throat on her lover’s mighty meat.

The sounds were pure obscenity, wet slurping and gurgling, her spit dripping down to soak his jungle bush of Afro curls.

Dwen held my wife’s head, gently but firmly guiding her down onto his donkey dick with a steady, relentless rhythm. His size was taking its toll on Sarah now; her eyes were bugling, and she was spluttering for breath, great snorts of drool erupting from her nostrils, disgusting but so beautiful in a way that was hard to comprehend.

Suddenly, he pulled her up and off him. His huge erection sprang free, slapping hard against his belly, wet with Sarah’s oral juices, long strings of which looped between his bellend and her mouth, itself hanging open agape, her eyes dazed, her expression blank.

Dwen stared at me intently, silent for a moment.

“Come on, Chloe.” He said the name with relish. “Let’s see what you can do.”

I opened my throat as wide as it would go, braced, and went down on him. As his massive girth breached the entrance to my throat and stretched my windpipe, I thought my head would explode, such was the volume of him. As he’d done with Sarah, he held my head and built a steady tempo, up and down, each time pushing me a little further down him until eventually, and with a sense of pride and triumph, my face was immersed in his thick, wet bush and I had the entirety of his gargantuan Black penis inside me.

After a dozen or so of these full-length strokes, I began to feel his thighs tremble and hear deep, primal grunts. His grip on my head tightened, his hips thrust upwards with an unmistakable urgency, and he cried out, “Here it comes, you snowbunny bitch,” and I felt a succession of thick jets of his hot semen being injected directly into my stomach.

**********

The next morning I arrived in the office dead on 9 o’clock to find Dwen already at his desk. Was there a glimmer of a smirk on his lips as he looked up and asked, “Hello mate, how was your evening?”

“Yeah, er, good, thanks. Cricket practice, and then I chilled with Sarah.” A second’s pause, then, “You?”

In a hushed tone he answered, “Fucking wild. Come and grab a coffee, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

In the privacy of the kitchenette, I went through the motions of boiling the kettle. My hands were trembling, and a bead of sweat ran down my spine.

“So,” he began, “you know that married white slut I see whenever her husband’s out?”

“Er, yes, Susan, was it?” My cheeks were rapidly reddening.

“Zara. I went round there last night, and she’s got a friend with her, this red-hot bimbo called Chloe. Amazing figure and dressed for sex, a really stunning-looking bitch. Anyway, I get the two of them on the sofa taking turns to suck my dick.”

I was starting to sweat, and my little peewee was painfully hard.

“Zara is a real pro at sucking cock and she can’t get enough of this." He crudely grabbed his crotch. “But this babe Chloe is even better, unbelievable; she took all 12 inches without gagging, and I absolutely flooded the girl’s throat with my nut.”

I was quivering now, struggling to stay in control of myself, unable to utter a word.

He leaned in close, right in my face. “And guess what?” still mute, I managed a tiny shake of my head. “I’m seeing them both again on Friday, and this time I’m going to fuck Chloe in the ass.”