It had been several weeks since I'd last heard from my ex-wife, Sue, but I was sure she had not given up her life of prostitution. Consequently, I thought it likely she would again contact me at some point to inveigle me into allowing her to use my house to entertain a client.

The call came on a Friday evening. “Hello, knobhead!” she quipped.

It might not be a term of affection, but I knew she meant nothing by that insult, so I chose not to retaliate. “Hello, Sue! What do you want? You're not calling to check on my well-being, I'm sure.”

“There's a special treat in store for you,” she replied, putting on her most seductive voice.

“You want to use my house again, don't you? I've told you that I'm not running a brothel.”

“You keep saying that, but you can't resist a reward, can you?”

“What sort of reward? If it's not free sex, then I'm not interested.”

“You drive a hard bargain, don't you?”

“What do you want?”

“I've a VIP client to entertain tomorrow.”

“What would he see in you? Can't he do better?”

“My God, you can be an unpleasant bastard when it suits you. Obviously, he wants someone with a lot of experience.”

“Say no more!” I laughed. “There's no one with more experience than you!”

“I could be offended by that, knobhead.”

“But you're not!”

“Listen! This guy is loaded. Money's no object, and he's already given me an upfront payment for expenses.”

“Expenses?”

“Yeah, that's our first job tomorrow. We're going shopping in the morning!”

“What?”

“We need outfits!”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“This guy's kinky, Dave, and we have to satisfy him if he's to pay up the full amount.”

“We need to satisfy him, Sue? You're the one in the game, Sue, not me.”

“I'll come around to your place tomorrow at ten. See you then!”

“Hang on! I've not agreed to—” The line went dead. I tried ringing back, but she didn't pick up.

oooOOooo

All I could do was wait and see what she was up to, consoling myself with the knowledge that I'd not yet actually agreed to anything. But deep down, I knew that she could be very persuasive, especially when she was dangling sex under my nose. Sue is someone who is impossible to live with—which is why she's my ex-wife—yet, when it comes to sex, she's at the top of her game—hence her new “profession”.

She arrived just after ten, dressed in a black leather mid-thigh skirt and pixie heels. Instantly, she placed a hand around my neck, pulling my head close to hers. Our tongues met and we engaged in passionate French kissing for several minutes, while her other hand reached down and fondled my dick.

She knew my weaknesses, so when she announced we were off in my car, I made no protest.

“What does this client of yours do?” I enquired, as we travelled.

“He's rich! He's a market trader.”

“Wow? You mean stocks and shares? And you're the best tart he can find?”

“Stop being rude! Anyway, I don't mean stocks and shares! He has a stall at the market, selling fruit and veg. He's made a lot of money from it. You'll like him.”

“I doubt it!”

“Turn right, here,” she announced, taking me into a part of town I'm unfamiliar with.

“I've made us a joint appointment,” she informed me.

“Eh?” I replied.

She didn't answer, instead moving her hand into my groin. “Ooh!” she said, pretending to sound surprised, “A car with two gear sticks!”

Despite further questioning by me, she revealed nothing more about where we were going or what we were doing. This should have rung alarm bells, but her roving hand was proving to be a distraction.

“This is it,” she squeaked. “Park anywhere along here.”

oooOOooo

We got out of the car, and I saw we were close to a small but high-class lingerie shop. I gave her a thunderous look, and she returned a sheepish smile. “You'll like it,” she assured me, but without saying what it was I would like.

I followed her inside, feeling my face going red, being so close to so much intimate attire.

A slim and amazingly attractive woman, in her thirties and with short black hair, came out of the back, greeting Sue by name.

“This is my partner, Kristina,” Sue explained. “He's called Dave.”

“I'm not your part—” I tried to say.

“Take no notice of him,” Sue interrupted.

Kristina looked puzzled, but said, “Hello, Dave, it is my pleasure to be of assistance.” She spoke with a strong Eastern European accent. Turning to Sue, she added, “So, when you come to make the appointment, you said you were looking for matching items, Sue.”

“That's right, Kristina. Dave's too shy to admit it, but he has this ravenous urge for us to make love wearing matching lingerie, so—.”

“I've never said anything of the kind,” I spluttered.

“As I said, Kris, he's too shy to admit it.”

“Do not be the shy man, Dave,” Kristina reassured me with her heavy accent, placing a hand gently on my arm. “This is not an unusual request. I have dressed many men in the sexy lingerie.”

“But I'm not one of them, and—”

“He's in denial, Kris. He wears my panties at every opportunity.”

It was true, but phrased out of context. “Well, that was—”

“You protest too much, Dave,” declared Sue. “Do be quiet, otherwise we'll be here all day.”

“It is normal to be—how do you say?—embarrassed, Dave,” explained Kristina, looking down at my crotch, where my penis was still partially erect from Sue's fondling in the car, fuelled by me being surrounded by the most exquisite underwear.

Kristina gave me a knowing smile, saying, “You will enjoy it, Dave. Making love to Sue will be much better if you are wearing the sexy lingerie that is the proper fit.”

Inwardly, I had to admit that the thought did appeal to me and, besides, it was becoming obvious that Sue and Kristina were jointly bringing pressure to bear. I nodded graciously in Kristina's direction, and she gave me a sweet smile.

Kristina put the closed sign up on the door of the shop and locked it. “Follow me,” she said, leading us into a backroom.

“Take off the clothes, Dave,” she requested, “I will measure you.”

“Er... why?”

“Because you wear lingerie under your clothes, not on top, knobhead,” Sue sarcastically enlightened me. “Come on, we've not got all day.”

“What about you?” I asked.

“I have measured her before, Dave. I need your sizes. Please?”

Another battle lost, I began to strip off, fearful that my semi-erect dick might spring to attention. And it did!

“Oh, God, not again! Do you deliberately try to shame me, Dave?” exclaimed Sue, with a roll of her eyes.

“Ah! Like I say, you enjoy yourself, Dave,” remarked Kristina, who was clearly amused by my predicament.

“He's enjoying himself too much, by the looks of things, Kris. He's a total embarrassment.”

Kristina laughed. “Men cannot help themselves. But some men have the... er? What is the word? Ah, they wank before coming here.”

“I imagine he did, Kristina, but it's made no bloody difference.”

“But he is so furry, Sue.”

“Furry? Ah? Er... Oh, you mean hairy!”

“Yes, sorry, he is so hairy. We must do something if he is to look more pretty.”

“I don't want to—”

Kristina wasn't giving up. “No, we must, Dave. You are already a pretty man, but you will be more pretty if we remove the hair.”

“She's right, Dave, I want you to look very pretty,” asserted Sue, suppressing a grin.

“What?”

“Come this way, Dave. There is the shower, and I have the special cream that will remove the hair.”

Reluctantly, I went with Kristina to the shower room and, thirty minutes later, returned, denuded from the neck down.

“He has blocked the plughole,” laughed Kristina. “I will sort it later.”

“Typical of him,” commented Sue, “but what happened to his stiffie?”

“His stiffie? What? Oh, you mean... yes, I understand. I helped him get rid of it. He would not fit the panties with it.”

I felt myself blushing, while I could see Sue wondering how Kristina had “helped me” get rid of my erection.

Sue shook her head, commenting, “We've probably got less than half an hour before it returns.”

“So, we must quickly work,” declared Kristina.

Kristina picked up a tape measure and rapidly took some measurements, saying to Sue, “Sue, look around to see what you would like to buy. I will help you choose in one moment.”

oooOOooo

After being measured, I was left standing naked while Sue and Kristina discussed the merits of the wide selection of lingerie on display.

“It needs to be purple, Kris,” explained Sue. “It's my favourite colour and Dave likes it as well.”

“That is the good choice. I have this set, Sue. It is a bra, panties, a suspender belt, and stockings, all purple. I have it in sizes that will fit you both.”

“I love it, don't you, Dave?”

“It would look good on you, but I wouldn't want—”

“Yeah, we'll take it, Kris.”

“Dave must try it on here. Do you agree, Sue?”

“Why? I don't—” I interjected.

“Yes, it's best he tries it all on, Kris,” grinned Sue. “It'll save us coming back if it doesn't fit.”

Kristina sorted out garments in my size and passed them to me. I put on the suspender belt and then, as I was pulling up the knickers, I was conscious of my erection returning.

“We must work faster!” exclaimed Kristina. “I will help him.”

Needless to say, Kristina's help did nothing to diminish my arousal, and by the time she'd slid the fine stockings up my legs and attached them to the suspender belt, my penis was sticking out of the top of the panties.

“This is not funny, Dave,” she scolded. “Sue, you should make him wear the—what is it called? Yes, he should wear the cock cage. That would stop this silly behaviour.”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea, Kris. I'll look into that.”

“Put the arms through here, Dave,” continued Kristina, holding out the bra. “I will do it up the back.”

“What cup size is that?” asked Sue.

“It is C, so he has only the tiny tits,” replied Kristina. “But he still needs falsies to give shape. I have some.”

She searched through a cupboard and produced two moulded inserts, which she proceeded to push into the bra.

“Now put on the shirt and jeans, Dave,” Kristina insisted.

“No, I can't get dressed with this lot on.”

“Do as you're told, tiny tits,” instructed Sue, giving me a stern look.

Beaten again, I put on my jeans and slipped on a shirt, struggling to do up the buttons over my stuffed bra, despite it only being a C cup.

Sue settled the bill with a wad of banknotes, presumably given to her by her client, and then we were on our way back to my place.

oooOOooo

“Hold on!” Sue suddenly said, as we were approaching the outskirts of town. “I've remembered we need make-up.”

“You might, I don't!”

“It will make you look more pretty, Dave,” she purred. “Kristina would approve!”

“Stop saying that damn 'pretty' word!”

“Park here!” she yelled. “You wait in the car—you're too much of an embarrassment to be seen with.”

Fifteen minutes later, she was back, clutching a plastic bag stuffed with make-up—lipstick, lip gloss, mascara, eye shadow, as well as some things I had no idea of, such as primer and foundation. “Do you like this, Dave?” she asked, pulling out a lipstick and drawing a line across the back of my hand. “I call it 'kissing cock red'!”

“Yeah, very funny, I don't think.”

oooOOooo

We set off again on our way. “What's this guy's name, Sue?” I asked.

“It's Bill, but you don't call him that. You call him Sir.”

“Sir?”

“Yes! I want you on your best behaviour. You'll get a nice reward if you do.”

“Hmmm... but why do I have to wear these undies?”

“Because I've told him you're my submissive husband.”

“Husband? Why did you tell him we're still married?”

“Because he has a fantasy about cuckolding and it works better if he thinks we're married.”

“Yeah, but it's humiliating, Sue!”

“Top marks, Sherlock. It's supposed to be bloody humiliating, and it turns me on to humiliate you, and it turns Bill on.”

“But—”

“So, you speak when spoken to, otherwise you keep quiet. And remember to call him Sir.”

“I damn well hope you're going to reward me big time for this charade, Sue!”

oooOOooo

Soon we were back at my house.

“I'm going to take a shower and get ready, Dave. I was going to have a shower in the caravan, but yours is far better, and I'm hoping you've still got that nice shampoo you used to use.”

“It's expensive!”

“Money's no problem, Dave!”

“Uh! Not for you, maybe.”

“Stop moaning. When I come out, I expect to find you stripped off down to that gorgeous lingerie I got you. Bill will be here in an hour.”

oooOOooo

Sue came from the bathroom into the bedroom and looked pleased to see me wearing the purple lingerie with the purple nylons, identical to what she was dressed in.

“You look beautiful, honey,” she cooed. “If I was a lesbian, then you'd be my type.”

“Give over!” I replied.

She grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close to her. Our breasts met, except hers were mammary tissue and mine were foam rubber, and she again planted her tongue into my mouth. Then her hand crept down to my penis and fondled it. It took no more than a few strokes before it was fully erect. “Stop pretending you're not enjoying this,” she said, pulling away from me. “Your prick never lies.”

“I look stupid, Sue,” I opined.

“Yes, you do with that erection. Kristina's right—you need to be in a chastity cage. Try to push it in your panties, you idiot.”

“It'll break in two if I try to do that,” I argued. “It would be better if I had a wank. Yes?”

“No! No wanking, at least not yet.”

“What?”

“Just do as you're told when I tell you to do it. It's not rocket science. And I need to do your make-up,” Sue explained. “And I've got this wig,” she added, pulling a blonde wig out of a bag.

“What! No way!” I retorted.

She laughed. “Look at yourself in the mirror! You're already ninety percent female, so why are you moaning about the last ten percent? Why spoil the ship for a ha'porth of tar? Deep down, you've always wanted to be completely feminised, so let's go for it.”

“I don't know...”

“Think of the make-up and wig as a disguise, why don't you? It will transform you, and if Bill ever sees you in the street, he won't recognise you!”

I could see she had a point. And if I was in any doubt, she reached down and fondled my penis, instantly reenergising my hard-on.

Sue sent me to the bathroom to have another shave and then, over the next thirty minutes, she carried out a transformation. I would not go as far as to say I metamorphosed into an attractive woman, but I certainly looked more feminine than I had done dressed solely in the purple lingerie. What's more, Sue was very encouraging and whenever I attempted to voice a criticism, she was quick to put a hand on my dick to reassure me.

Job completed, she then set about doing her own make-up, frequently glancing at the time.

oooOOooo

“How do I look?” she asked, smiling at me.

“You look beautiful, Sue. I want to fuck you.”

“Haha, you'll have to wait your turn, tiny tits. He'll be here soon. Get down on your knees in front of me.”

I dropped down, inches in front of her, and she pulled her panties down a little, revealing her shaven pussy. “Have a sniff but don't lick,” she ordered, “Do I smell clean?”

“My God, Sue, you smell divine!” I replied. “You're a real prick tease!”

“I've learnt a few tricks,” she smiled. “Stand up again.” She reached for my dressing gown on the back of the bedroom door and put it on.

“Shall I get in the wardrobe?”

“No! Not yet! Go and stand in the corner, facing the wall.”

“What!”

“For crying out loud, just do as you're told! Act like you're a submissive husband—that shouldn't be difficult, the way you're dressed!”

Knowing this was another fight I wasn't going to win, I positioned myself in a corner of the bedroom. “Get closer, tiny tits,” Sue urged.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. “Stay there! And remember—act submissively!” she screamed, rushing downstairs.

I heard her open the front door and there was some inaudible conversation between her and her client. Then they made their way upstairs. What was the client going to make of me, dressed just in purple lingerie and a blonde wig, standing in the corner? I soon found out!

“What the fucking hell is he doing there, Sue? I thought he was going to be locked in the wardrobe.”

“He was meant to be, and then I came home to find him dressed in my knickers. Can you believe it?”

“Nooooh! So, are... are those your undies he's wearing?”

“No! He nearly wrecked my knickers, trying to squeeze into them, but as he's so keen to wear female clothing, I took him out this morning to buy the complete ensemble. And I'm making him wear a wig, too!”

“How embarrassing for him! But I love it! So, why's he in the corner not in the wardrobe?”

“I sent him there. If he's going to behave like a teenager, I'm going to treat him like one. He'll get his real punishment later.”

“He needs his arse spanked, sweetheart.”

“That's what I'm thinking, Bill... but later, eh?”

“So... so is he going to stay there while you and I have nooky, sweetheart? Seeing him will put me off my stride.”

“Er... okay, Bill, that's no problem. I'll shut him in the wardrobe. He'll hear us but won't see. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah... The thought of him listening to what he's missing out on is turning me on.”

“I thought it might. Tiny tits! Turn around and say hello to my lover—a real man, something you'll never be.”

Red-faced, I turned around, thinking to myself I hope that Sue was going to compensate me generously for the humiliation she was putting me through.

“Hello, Sir,” I muttered.

“Bloody hell! He's got make-up on, and he's... he's hairless!”

“Yes, I told him if he wants to pretend to be a lady he needs to properly look the part. I don't think he'll be stealing my panties again.”

I was red-faced with the awkwardness of the situation.

“What are you waiting for, tiny tits? Get in the damn wardrobe, where you belong,” demanded Sue.

I squeezed into the small space, and she shut the door. “You can listen to a real man making love to me, tiny tits. I can't see you learning anything, but there's always hope, I suppose.”

oooOOooo

What followed is almost too embarrassing to relate. Sue began to undress Bill. Obviously, I couldn't see what she was doing, but her flirtatious language made it clear that she was untying his shoes, unbuttoning his shirt, and unzipping his trousers. She even commented on his silk boxer shorts before saying she would remove them with her teeth.

Understandably, Bill was becoming aroused. What man wouldn't under those circumstances? In my mind, I could picture Sue on her knees in front of him, edging down his underwear with her mouth, being so near to his sex.

“My God, you're sooo big,” she commented, seemingly in astonishment. “I don't think I've ever seen one so big, at least not on a white man.”

“It's all the fruit and veg,” he retorted. “The vitamins do ya good!”

“Wow! You've found the elixir of manhood,” she replied.

“I don't know about an elixir, but you're welcome to er lick it, sweetheart,” he laughed, trying to make a joke.

“You try and stop me!”

I heard little for the next minute or so when Bill suddenly cried, “Fuck! Slow down, sweetheart. I've not paid you all that cash for a quickie.”

“Mmmm... mmm,” murmured Sue, who now gave the impression of having her mouth full.

The action continued for several more minutes, with Sue mumbling and Bill groaning. Several times, he seemed to be approaching a cliff edge, and then Sue appeared to back off. Unlike an earlier client I'd witnessed her entertaining, Bill was not subject to a ten-minute window. Paying well had earnt him more attention.

I was beginning to get cramp in the confines of the wardrobe when I realised that Bill was approaching a crescendo. He screamed out a series of expletives as Sue brought him to a climax. It went on for ages until, finally, all I could hear was heavy breathing.

“That... was... fucking marvellous,” he gasped. “Are... are you going... to swallow?”

Sue didn't reply at first, her mouth full, I guessed. Then she mumbled, “Yeah! But kiss me first!”

“Noooh!” exclaimed Bill.

“Yeeess!” Sue stubbornly responded. “You promised last time you would. Come on, tongue inside.”

I fondled my erection as I imagined the scene playing out a few feet from me. Sue, her mouth full of spunk, was going to engage in a tongue fight with Bill.

There were sounds like two people kissing, and then Bill must have broken away. “Aaargh!” he uttered. “I didn't like that.”

“Now you know what we women have to put up with, Bill,” explained Sue, sounding amused and pleased with herself. “Why don't you pull my knickers down, and then you can show me what else that tongue of yours can do. We want to make tiny tits jealous, don't we?”

“You bloody bet we do,” he declared, putting his unpleasant experience behind him.

There was a dull thud, which I guessed was Sue falling back on the bed. I could picture Bill pulling her panties off, Sue spreading her legs, and Bill eating her out.

This went on for ages with Sue enjoying his skills, her vocalisations increasing with time. Then, suddenly, she came, and I could tell from experience that her orgasm was a genuine one. Unlike with some clients, where she faked her climaxes, Bill was someone special and had worked his magic.

“Thank you... Bill,” Sue panted. “I think we should... get tiny tits out of the wardrobe.”

oooOOooo

The wardrobe door opened, and I looked up at Bill, blinking as the light flooded in. “Come on, you, get the fuck out of there,” he directed.

I climbed out. Sue was still lying on the bed, legs akimbo, and Bill was naked, his member now semi-erect but still glistening.

“Has tiny tits enjoyed himself?” Bill asked.

Not as much as you have, I thought, but I answered, “Yes, Sir, thank you for satisfying my wife.”

“I think tiny tits should be allowed to jerk off, don't you, Bill?” suggested Sue.

“With us watching?” asked Bill, doubtfully.

“Yeah, why not? Come on, tiny tits, show us what losers like you have to get up to now proper sex is off limits.”

“You should lock him in a cock cage,” Bill added, unhelpfully.

“Yeah! Strange you should say that because his lingerie stylist said exactly the same thing when she measured him.”

Sue was humiliating me. I knew it was part of the act she was putting on for her client, but that did not make it any easier for me.

“Have a toss off, tiny tits. Maybe it'll be the last time before you get caged,” Sue instructed.

My penis was still erect and showed no signs of going limp, despite of—or maybe because of—my discomfort.

Sue was now sitting up in bed. Bill climbed onto the bed alongside her and put an arm around her, a hand inside her bra, fondling one of her breasts, the nipple clearly erect. They both had their eyes on me, waiting for my solo performance.

Embarrassing though it was, I knew I had no choice but to comply with their demand. I pulled my panties down to mid-thigh and began stroking myself with one hand, while cradling my balls with the fingers of the other.

I was so aroused that it took little effort for me to ejaculate, sending out a fountain of spunk, some of which I caught in my hand and some of which sprayed around the room.

“Disgusting!” declared Sue, screwing up her nose in disdain. “Pull your panties back up and then get back in the wardrobe while we have more fun here.”

I obeyed her instructions, relieved that I wasn't going to be on view for the pair to taunt further. As luck would have it, at the bottom of the wardrobe was a shirt that had fallen down, and I used that to wipe the gooey semen from my hand.

oooOOooo

The canoodling between Sue and Bill continued for what seemed like ages. Then Sue's language told me they were engaged in penetrative sex. “Fuck me, Bill,” she called out, “Ride me! Come on! Faster... harder...”

I could hear the bed rattling, the headboard banging against the wall. My own erection was returning, and I wanted to be doing what Bill was doing. Then, simultaneously, the pair of them screamed as they jointly climaxed in a frenzy. How the bed didn't collapse, goodness knows!

As I listened to their laboured breathing, I was wondering whether he really was a client or whether there was something more between them. However, as she was only my ex-wife, it mattered little to me what she got up to, although if they became a couple, it might limit my opportunities to have sex with Sue.

oooOOooo

Eventually, I heard them go downstairs and say their goodbyes. A few minutes later, Sue returned and opened the wardrobe door. “Well done, tiny tits,” she grinned. “You played your part well, and he's convinced that you and I are married.”

I wriggled out of the tight space and stared at her with pleading eyes. She read the signals. “Come on then, you've earnt a reward—a big reward!”

Sue climbed onto the bed. “But you need to lick me clean first,” she explained. “I won't be able to cum if my pussy's full of Bill's slippery jism.”

Distasteful though I found the task, I did what she asked, licking her and sucking out all I could of her client's spunk. She responded by wriggling and squirming, which served to empty her further. Her ability to become aroused was insatiable, and she was close to cumming. “Finish me off with... your prick,” she directed, breathlessly. This was the instruction I'd been waiting for, and I wasted not a second before mounting her.

I began pounding her, and once again, the bed was tested to near destruction. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. We came together, our tongues entwined.

My experience, humiliating as it was, had been worth it. We lay side-by-side, replaying the day in our heads.

“They're right,” she muttered, thinking aloud.

“Eh?”

“Kristina and Bill are right, knobhead. I should buy you a cock cage! It would be fun for next time.”

“What? Who said there'll be a next time?”

“This fellow thinks so,” she quietly replied, fondling my penis, which responded in the only way it knew.