I was lying on our marital bed blindfolded, with my hands cuffed to the bedhead, wearing a pair of sheer black knickers. I was waiting for my beautiful wife to come home from her date with Antwan, her big black lover.

I thought back to how this all began. Caz and I met when we were both studying at the State University. I was doing an MBA having completed my degree in Business. She was finishing her degree in International Finance.

She was the most beautiful woman I had seen and I thought I had no chance with her. She was the life of any gathering, the centre of attention wherever she went. I, on the other hand, was quiet and shy, preferring to sit back and watch things happen.

One night I was quietly sipping a beer at the bar next to our campus that we frequented. Caz was, as usual, right in the thick of the noisy College crowd, doing shots. She was at the bar ordering more drinks when she tripped and accidently knocked my beer over.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry, here let me clean that up for you.”

“No matter, nothing much went on me anyway. There’s no problem.”

“Aren’t you sweet. Thank you for saying that. Most men would go ape shit if I did that to them. Have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too.”

“Maybe I’ll see you again,” she said, as I got up to leave.

I smiled at her as I turned to leave. I didn’t see her to speak to for another week. She was leaving the bar as I was walking past.

“Hey,” she called. “Wait up.”

I looked around and realised she was talking to me. “Oh, hi, how are you going?” I asked.

“Good, hey listen, do you want to have a beer? I still feel awful about the other night.”

“Um, yeah, OK.”

We spent about five hours drinking and talking that night. Caz never once joined her friends, nor was she in the middle of any mayhem that was going on. We went out together again the next night and again two days after that.

We were inseparable for the rest of our time at College. We graduated together and were fortunate enough to find jobs in the same city. It was then that I asked her to marry me. She said yes and we set the date for a year later.

Our engagement was one of huge workloads and a busy working life. But it was also one of plenty of quiet, intimate times. We lived together for about six months before the wedding. It was a wonderful time in our lives.

The wedding went off without a hitch and we spent a great two weeks in Hawaii for our honeymoon. Life was bliss. There was only one time that we had a little spat in Hawaii. Caz asked me one night if I would like to go out to a steakhouse for dinner or get some pizzas delivered to our room. I didn’t particularly care and told her that.

She blew up. “For God’s sake make a decision, please.” And she stormed off.

I found her an hour later in the bar, back in the middle of a group of people dancing, laughing and doing shots. I went up to her and said, “Let’s go to the steakhouse.”

“Well, it’s about fucking time you made a decision. Let’s go. I’m famished.”

It was such a small incident that I took no notice of her reaction, or of what she had said about me not making a decision.

Over the next few months our life together was great. Plenty of good sex and we seemed to understand each other’s needs really well. The only time we argued was when Caz cracked it when I allowed her to make decisions. Whenever there was a decision to be made that affected us both I allowed her to choose. She actually called me a wimp one time because I couldn’t choose between a PlayStation and an Xbox.

It didn’t help that she towered over me. We were the same height, 5-7, but she loved to wear heels, usually 4-inch heels, so she was much taller than me most of the time.

Caz calling me a wimp surprised me but that night our sex was better than ever. Afterwards Caz mentioned it. She said, “Hey, did you like it when I called you a wimp? You’ve never fucked me like that before. For a wimp you fuck me really well.”

I was immediately hard again. Caz kept up her verbal barrage while she played with my cock. “Such a wimp. Can you even fuck me again? Maybe you need to wear my knickers you’re such a wimp.”

That last statement made me cum so hard I nearly passed out.

“Ooh, so wearing my knickers excites you? Maybe I need to find myself a real stud if you are going to be a knickers-wearing wimp.”

“No, Caz, please, I love you so much. Please don’t do that.”

My cock was getting hard again, even though I’d just cum for the second time.

“Seems like you keep saying that but your little fella here is telling me different. I might just have to explore this side of you some more.”

Over the next month or so Caz kept on taunting me in a similar fashion. She would call me a wimp and threaten me with wearing her knickers. At the same time we fucked like rabbits. Only now she would have me go down on her after I came inside her.

“You love it don’t you, wimp, cleaning me of all your sticky cum.”

“No!”

“Yes you do. Don’t deny it.”

“No!”

“You do so. You are just a cum loving wimp.”

“No!”

“Stop saying no. I know you love tasting your cum, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What did you say?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I love it.”

“Yes, you love what?”

“Yes, I love the taste of my cum.”

“Oh, that makes me hot. Maybe you’d like more?”

With that Caz went down on me. She took my cock into her mouth and sucked like a vacuum cleaner. I never stood a chance. I came quickly and with force. She caught it all in her mouth and then, with a twinkle in her eye and a smirk on her face, she raised her face to my level, grabbed my head in both her hands and gave me a sloppy kiss. She kissed me hard and swirled her tongue around in my mouth. In doing so she transferred most of my cum into my mouth.

She didn’t say anything, just got up, went into the bathroom and got into the shower. After her shower she climbed back into our bed, hugged me and said, “That was soo hot. “

I silently agreed but didn’t say anything. I was still in shock; not only at what happened, but that I loved it so much.

The next day she sprung a surprise on me. “I think you loved it so much that you would happily clean my pussy of another man’s cum.”

I was stunned. I had never even considered that Caz would even think of cheating, much less talk about it with me. But my little fella downstairs had other ideas. I was immediately as hard as a rock.

“I can see by your reaction that you’d like that,” she said as she stared at my hard-on.

“Caz, I…”

“I know dear, you don’t know, how could I even think it, I’d break your heart. Yes, I know what you will say. But your cock speaks differently. You’d love it. I know it, and you know it, even if you can’t say it.”

I was shocked but deep down I knew she was right. I’d love it.

She went on, “So this is how it’s going to be. There is a guy at work who has made it pretty clear he wants to fuck me. Don’t look at me like that. You’re such a wimp you probably won’t stop me anyway. So I am going to get together with him after work tonight and you’re going to wait up for me to get home. If you’re lucky I’ll have a present for you.”

I watched her, as she got ready. She showered and then walked into our bedroom. She went to her lingerie drawer. She pulled a few things out and threw them onto the bed. They were black and sheer. She grabbed a garter belt, wrapped it around her waist and hooked it on. Then she took picked up a stocking. She sat on the bed and slowly rolled it up her freshly shaved leg. Then she grabbed the other one and repeated the process. I was really hard.

“Are you enjoying this, Michael?”

I nodded, unable to speak, as my mouth was too dry.

She hooked her stockings onto the garter belt. She then picked up her bra. It was very pretty, sheer with flower patterns on it. Caz hooked it on and adjusted it so her beautiful breasts fit snugly. She walked to her wardrobe, opened the door and picked out a black pencil skirt. She put it on. A satiny black shirt was next. It was a snug fit as she did up the bottom three buttons. Her breasts stood out and she was showing as much cleavage as I had ever seen her show. Then she did them all up. “This is the look for work. I’ll undo the buttons afterwards.”

She sat down at her vanity and picked up something. “First, concealer. A little on my fingers and dab it under my eyes and around my nose. This helps cover any dark rings under my eyes.”

Then she picked up a large brush. She opened her foundation and started brushing it onto her face. “Foundation and then highlighter. You see, first you flatten everything out with foundation and then use the highlighter to show depth.”

She contoured under her cheekbones and in the hollows of her cheeks. “Next comes blush, not too much, but enough to look natural.”

“Eyebrows come next, the same colour as my hair. After that I prime my eyelids. Dab it on with my fingers and brush it from my eyelashes to the top of my lids. Now we are ready for eye shadow. I am going with dark and smoky. Not too high on the lids, but darker as we get lower until they are nearly black at my lashes. Black eyeliner is next. This will help my baby blues stand out. Mascara next, two coats on my top lashes and a light coat on my bottom lashes. This makes my lids look darker but really enhances my eyes.”

She looked over at me and saw how hard I was. “You like?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Now for my lips. I think bubble gum pink tonight. Flirty, sexy, but not screaming, ‘Fuck me.’ A sealer first, then liner, then lipstick.”

She had a quick look, turned to me and said, “And all done. Now I’m ready for anything.”

She wiped the pink lipstick off and went for a dark red for work, as she said. “And the pink is for after work.”

It was almost midnight when she got home. I had spent the day thinking about what she might be doing. My imagination wasn’t even close. She walked into our bedroom and kissed me passionately. Then she pushed me down onto the bed, lifted her skirt and said, “Eat me, baby, make me cum with your tongue.”

With that she smothered my mouth with her pussy. I licked and licked. It didn’t take too long before she was screaming in joy, cumming all over my face.

“How did you like that, babe,” she said?

“It was fantastic. You must have been really horny to cum so quickly.”

“Yeah, well, you know what I’m like just after I’ve been fucked. I can’t get enough. And, yes, I’ve been fucked; so many times I lost count. I’m full of Antwan’s sperm. Well, not now, you just cleaned me up.”

I was already hard but when Caz said that I think I was harder than I’ve ever been. She noticed. “Ohh, so you like that I’ve just been fucked?”

“Um, ah…”

“That’s OK, wimp, you don’t need to say anything. Your little fella tells me all I need to know. It makes me hot knowing that you like me being fucked by Antwan’s big cock. Do you know, when I told him I was going to see him after work, he grabbed my hand and took me to an unused storeroom. He tore my knickers off and fucked me there and then. That was at ten o’clock this morning. He fucked me three more times before we finished work. After work he took me to his apartment and made love to me all night. During the day it was raw fucking but at his place it was tender and loving.”

I was almost bursting at this stage. Caz began stroking my cock. We were lying on the bed together while she gave me a hand job. She rolled me onto my back and suddenly, without much warning, I came. She pointed my cock towards my head. I didn’t quite cum on my face but Caz made sure she wiped it all off my stomach and chest and fed it to me with her fingers.

“We’re going to do this again, wimp.”

This went on every couple of days for a few weeks. Caz would arrive home really late, usually around midnight. She would sit on my face and get me to clean her up. Then she would make me cum and clean up again. Sometimes I fucked her but mostly she gave me a hand job. Once she gave me a blowjob and kissed me with a mouthful of cum. It was a strange time but we were both happy.

One day Caz decided that I was such a wimp that I should wear her knickers. “I never wear any since Antwan ripped mine that first time. I just thought it would be a waste of money. He likes it like that. So you get to wear them while you wait for me to get home. Tonight I want you to wait laying on the bed with these on.” With that she pulled out a pair of frilly red knickers.

I showed surprise to Caz but secretly I couldn’t wait. That night when I got home I stripped and put them on. I wore them while I ate dinner and kept them on as I lay down on the bed. When Caz came home at about ten o’clock I was waiting on the bed for her, as she wanted.

“Good little wimp. Don’t you look sweet?” She walked over to the bed, took off her skirt and proceeded to get me to clean her up. I was tenting my knickers with my hard on. She grabbed me through the material and wanked me until I came. She rolled the knickers off me and stuffed them in my mouth. “Clean your knickers like a good little wimp.”

When this had been going on for a few months, Caz came home from work one evening, “Hey, wimp, got something new to try tonight. Are you wearing the black knickers I bought for you?”

I took off my trousers to reveal a pair of sheer black knickers.

“OK, good little wimp. Go to the bedroom and lie on the bed. Then I want you to grab the rail at the top of the bedhead for me.”

I did as she asked. She came into the room carrying a bag. “Close your eyes”

I did as she asked and felt her putting a blindfold on. It was a good one, too. I couldn’t see a thing. Then I heard the bag rustling and a funny clinking sound. Then Caz Grabbed one of my wrists and I felt something furry around it. She grabbed the other wrist and I felt the same thing. I realised she had handcuffed me to the bed.

“Tonight, my little wimp, Antwan has invited a few of his friends around. He wanted you to know that they were all going to fuck me and was worried that you might not cope so he suggested I cuff you to the bed. Don’t worry; I’ve put the key on the bedside table so I don’t leave it at his place by mistake. See ya later, wimp”

I was hard while she was talking to me and I remained hard while she was gone. The sensory deprivation was extreme. My mind was imagining all sorts of things. How many men were going to fuck my beautiful wife tonight?

Just after midnight the front door opened and I heard Caz’s heels clicking their way to the bedroom. She grabbed my face and kissed me. Her mouth was full of cum. “Antwan drove me home and I sucked his dick in our driveway. This cum is fresh from his cock.”

I just about burst my knickers. “You like, huh?” she asked.

“Uh, huh,” I replied.

She planted her pussy over my mouth. She was full of cum.

“How would you like it straight from the source?”

“I, uh, I don’t know, Caz, that seems a pretty big step.”

“Well, after tonight, Antwan and his friends want to meet you and we thought that you like cum so much you might like to get some straight from the source.”

“Honey, I don’t know…”

She shifted positions so her little pink anus was over my mouth. She dropped down and said, “Can you clean me here too tonight? There are a few loads there too.”

I stuck my tongue into her ass and licked like my life depended on it. It was amazing. Caz leant forward and began sucking my cock. “It would be really hot to see you with a big, black cock in your mouth. I think you’d love it as much as I do. Maybe they would like your ass too.”

“What? My ass?” I cried.

“Don’t worry, wimp. Antwan gave me a present so you can practice.”

With that she whipped out a huge black dildo in a harness. She strapped it on and made me go down on her.

“Oh, that looks so hot. Look up at me.”

I looked up at her with my mouth wrapped around the rubber dick.

“Oh, yeah, you look like a natural. Make sure you get it plenty wet.”

I wasn’t game to ask why. Somehow the idea of Caz fucking me with that monster was really hot. I couldn’t wait. She made me stop sucking and get on my hands and knees.

“Now, honey, just relax. It’s just like taking a huge dump, just it reverse. If you push while I do it’ll be much easier.”

I felt the head of the cock at my hole. I clenched in anticipation.

“Relax,” she said. “I’m not stopping so it’s gonna hurt like hell if you don’t relax.”

So I tried to relax. As the head entered my ass the pain was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I had tears running down my cheeks. “Honey, it hurts. Please stop, please.”

“Not gonna happen. Relax and push like you’re taking a dump.”

It couldn’t have been any worse so I tried. As I strained Caz pushed. The next thing I knew she was balls deep in my ass. I could feel her plastic balls against my real ones.

“See, I knew you could do it,” Caz said. “Now, you’d better get used to this because we’ll be practicing all week.”

“Oh, babe, I’m so full. It feels amazing. Why haven’t we done this earlier? Now I know why you like it so much. Fuck me, please.”

She pounded me for all she was worth. Her little grunting sounds got louder and louder.

“Oh, babe, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, butt fucking you. Ooohhhh, yeah, oohhh, oohhh, oohhh, yes, I’m cumming, aarghhh.”

With that, she orgasmed and collapsed onto my back. The rubber cock plopped out of me as she collapsed. I looked her in the eye and said, “We’ve gotta do that again.”

“We sure do, babe. Oh, look, you came too.”

There was a pool of cum beneath where I had been on my knees.

“Lick it all up, wimp. I don’t want a wet patch on the bed.”

Caz went out with Antwan again the next night. When she came home, after I had cleaned her out she sat me down and looked at me seriously.

“There’s something we need to discuss. Antwan is all man, so are all of his friends. None of them are gay. So if you want to get cum from the source, and I know you do, you’re gonna have to dress like a girl. No arguments, no crying. Either you dress like me or the whole thing isn’t gonna happen.”

I know she was expecting an argument from me but I was secretly really happy. I had long admired my beautiful wife and the way she dressed. She was beautiful and she had great dress sense. Her business dress was attractive; sexy without being slutty. Usually she wore a skirt and jacket. The skirt generally reached down to mid thigh, although she had some shorter ones. Her evening wear was something else. She always looked as if she wanted every man in the venue to desire her.

She always wore heels, usually 4-inch. She had heaps of pairs; I’d lost count of how many she had. There were at least as many shoes as she had outfits.

She also had a great sense of make-up. She rarely looked as if she was wearing any, but I know it took her a long time to achieve this look. It was always well worth it. In business mode, she looked professional, but all woman. In her job in international finance she was not averse to using her sexuality to close a deal. She mainly dealt with middle-aged men. They didn’t stand a chance. Once again she stepped it up a notch whenever we went out. She always looked ready for sex.

These thoughts flew through my mind. “If I can look half as good as you, dear, I’ll be happy,” I said.

“So you’ll do it?”

I nodded.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. I knew I could count on you. I love you so much. Thank you.”

She went into business mode. “Now, we’re gonna have to practice so you will be perfect. We can start now.”

“Caz, it’s past midnight. We’ll start tomorrow.”

“OK but you can wear one of my sexy négligées to sleep in.”

She went to her cupboard and found a sexy black number, with pink ribbon under the bust. It was sheer, and it was beautiful. I hardly slept that night I was so excited for what would happen the next day.

Saturday arrived and I woke with a huge erection. I knew what was going to happen today and I couldn’t wait. My beautiful wife had some distinctly sexy clothes and hopefully I would get to try them all on.

I thought I knew what agony was but until that day I was deluding myself. We started after breakfast. Caz laid out some of her lingerie on the bed. She picked up each item and showed me how she put it on. Then she explained what it was called. Obviously bras and knickers were easy. I knew stockings and suspender belts too. I had seen her in a corset on more than one occasion. But things like bustiers, basques and torsolettes I had only vague notions of. She had teddies, slips and babydolls. She had demi bras, shelf bras, half cup, front opening and many more. She had bikinis, briefs, shorties and hip huggers, thongs and v-strings as well as cheekies and cheekinis. She explained them all and said that I would try them all.

She threatened that if I stained anything I would be in trouble. That’s what I meant by agony – all day I tried these beautiful things on but wasn’t allowed any relief. Absolute agony!!

That night Caz got me naked in the bathroom. She had some hair removal cream in her hand. “Now, spread this all over, wherever there is hair. I don’t want to see any hair below your head by the time you finish.”

Fortunately I wasn’t too hairy anyway. Whatever hair I had on my arms, legs and chest was quite light coloured and very fine. It wasn’t long before I could shower the cream off. Caz had gotten dressed up while I was covered in cream. She inspected me closely, especially around my cock and balls.

“Completely hairless,” she exclaimed! “According to the packet you won’t need to worry about anything growing for at least a month. Now, you just put your negligee on and hop into bed. I’m off to see Antwan. Goodnight, honey. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

She arrived home just after midnight. Again she got me to clean her freshly fucked cunt. It was full. “Not just Antwan tonight but three of his friends too.”

She turned to play with my cock. I came before she did.

She got me hard again. I ate her to orgasm then she sat on my cock and rode me until she came again.

The next morning I spent trying on her dresses and skirts. She had a terrific variety. Most were work clothes, what I called ‘professional dress.’ They were sexy but in an understated way. It was more about how she carried herself as to whether some outfits were sexy or not. At work she was all professional, but outside she was a man-eater!

We found that I was almost exactly the same size as her. She was bigger in the bust (surprise, surprise) so some of her dresses didn’t suit me. She had plenty of skirts and tops that would be fine.

I was really horny trying on all of her beautiful clothes. We stopped with the clothes after an hour or so and fucked like rabbits for the rest of the morning.

After lunch Caz said it was time to try on make-up. “Do you remember me telling you about how to apply make-up, Michael?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Cool. I’ll start and you can help at any stage.”

I sat at her vanity and we went through the process she had described to me that time she first went out with Antwan.

“Face first. Concealer, foundation, highlighter and blush.”

She applied all of these.

“Now, eyes. Eyebrows, eyelids, eyelashes. We’ll go with the smoky, dark look I like. So sexy.”

I had to agree. She was as sexy as hell when she was all made up.

“Now, lips. We’ll go all out with the ‘my lips were made to suck cock’ red. I think it will suit you.”

I had my back to the mirror on her vanity. She told me to turn around. I was stunned. I looked gorgeous.

“Caz, you are a miracle worker. I look beautiful.”

“I got you a present, too,” she added, as she dashed out to her car.

“Close your eyes, honey,” she called.

“OK they’re closed.”

I heard her come back into the bedroom and open what sounded like a box.

“OK you can open them, babe.”

I opened my eyes. Caz was holding a beautiful, honey-blonde coloured wig. It looked like the hair would go down to the middle of my back, just like hers. In fact it looked to be styled like her hair. We would have the same hairstyle, me as a honey-blonde and Caz with her almost black hair.

Caz brought out a hair net. “This is a wig fastener. You wear it beneath your wig,” she explained. She put it on and then followed with the wig itself. She fastened it to my head. I looked in the mirror again. I really looked like a woman.

“Wow, just wow,” I said. “I can’t believe how beautiful you’ve made me. Do you think Antwan will be impressed?”

“You little cock-slut. You’ve been thinking of him all day, haven’t you?”

“Not all day. Just most of it,” I replied with a grin.

“Well, I think he’ll be happy. Now, the best part is that I’ve organised for him and a few friends to come to our place on Friday night. I think you might need to take the day off. I will too, so we can get you ready for your big night as a sissy, girly cock sucking cumslut. I’ve decided that I will call you Mikki.”

“Ooh, I like that, thank you,” I said.

We found that we were almost the same shoe size, too. In fact I was half a size smaller than her. She said that I would need to put some tissues into the toes of her shoes so I wouldn’t slip around too much. “It’s gonna be hard enough for you walking around in 4 inch heels without slipping around inside the shoes.”

She instructed me to practice putting her lingerie on, which was no great hardship. She also got me to choose some outfits to wear around the house each night. She helped me with the make-up. Each night that week, I was transformed into Mikki. When I was transformed, she got her dildo out and proceeded to fuck me like the slut I was. She really pounded me. I loved it!

The week seemed to go forever but finally Friday arrived. We woke up and made beautiful love before we did anything else.

“I love you, Michael, I really do love you.”

“I love you too, Caz.”

We spent the day getting ready. I think I changed my mind every five minutes about what I was going to wear. I just couldn’t decide.

“Hey, wimp, make a decision,” Caz said finally. So I did.

All black lingerie; black bra, garter belt, sheer stockings and full knickers to keep my cock in. Then a red pencil skirt with a black shirt. We did my make up and put on my wig and I was Mikki.

Caz went for the same lingerie but in red although she wore a thong instead of full knickers like me. She also put on a short red dress that looked like it was painted on. With her make-up she looked stunning. We both put on 4-inch heels, black for me and red for Caz.

When I told her so she said, “No less stunning than you.”

I think I blushed.

We opened a bottle of wine to calm the nerves. I felt like a teenager again, waiting for my first date.

Finally, the doorbell chimed. Caz got up to answer it and I followed behind her. She opened the door and there stood an absolute mountain of a man.

“Antwan,” was all Caz said, but there were a few statements in that one word.

He leaned down and kissed her with real passion. When they came up for air, she grabbed his hand, turned to me and said, “Antwan, this is Mikki, who I’ve been telling you about.”

“Well, aren’t you gorgeous, Mikki,” Antwan said in a deep, bass voice. “I’m very pleased to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.”

With that he grasped my hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it. What a gentleman!

“Pleased to finally meet you too, Antwan. Caz never told me how handsome you are.”

He was possibly the most handsome black man I had ever seen.

We moved away from the door and Antwan was followed by a number of his friends, all huge and mostly quite handsome. I sidled over to Caz. “Do you know all of these guys?

“Of course, Mikki. I’ve fucked them all,” she said with a smile.

I lost count of how many there were but there was about a dozen. Caz said to them to help themselves to a beer from the refrigerator if they wanted one.

With that, Antwan came over to me, put his arms around my waist and said, “I’ve been waiting a while to fuck you Mikki. This is going to be fun tonight. He pushed me by my shoulders so I was kneeling in front of his crotch. I fumbled for his zipper, pulled it down and reached in for his cock. It was huge. While I marvelled at its size, he got rid of the rest of his clothes. I didn’t even notice. I was mesmerised by its size and how it felt.

Then, just as I was thinking that I was about to suck my first real cock, he thrust forward. I opened my mouth and welcomed it happily. He kept thrusting. I gagged a little but then remembered all that practice with Caz and her dildo. I swallowed a few times and this magnificent black cock slid down my throat.

I felt my knickers being pulled down and fingers exploring my ass. Then I felt the coldness of the lube as it was squeezed into me. Fingers kept massaging my sphincter. Then a cock head was pressing on my hole. It split me open and I was being fucked up the ass. It felt amazing. I remember the joy coursing through me.

I hadn’t noticed but one of the other men lay on the floor next to me. Caz had mounted him and was moaning in ecstasy. Then another began fucking her ass too. She was being double-teamed! And another cock lined up at her mouth. She opened wide and accepted it with glee. Caz had three cocks in her while I had two in me.

The thrusting became more urgent and suddenly I felt Antwan tense up and then shoot his load deep into my rectum. He groaned as he came and then pulled out. Straight away he was replaced with another cock. Then the cock in my mouth started spewing cum down my throat. I accepted it happily and then kept on sucking to make sure I got it all.

Another cock presented itself to my mouth. I opened up and took it in. Caz was doing the same next to me. As one would finish the next would begin.

The cock in my mouth took less time to cum. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and aimed it at my face. I copped a face full of cum, which dripped down onto my chest. I put the cockhead back into my mouth to make sure no cum was wasted.

This went on until all of the men had cum at least once. Caz suggested we take a break. She was covered in cum too. We looked at each other. I leaned over and kissed her passionately. I proceeded to clean up the cum from her face and then onto her tits. She did the same.

“I love you, Mikki,” she said.

“And I love you, Caz. Thank you soo much for organising tonight. I think we’re gonna have some more fun before it’s over.”

The night went by in a bit of a blur after that. All of the men had cum more than once and all had fucked both Caz and me, or been blown by us. What a night.

After they left, at about one in the morning, Caz and I showered together. We didn’t say much but just made sure we were as clean as we could be. Caz helped me clean up what was left of my make up. We went to bed and both fell to sleep almost straight away.

The next morning we had a leisurely brunch at our local café. After that we went home again. Caz said, “How are you feeling?”

“Great. I loved every minute of it. What about you?”

“Fantastic. I loved it too.”

She seemed to hesitate for a bit. Then she looked at me and said, “It’s all happened really quickly, hasn’t it? I mean, it was only a couple of months ago that we were a happily married, monogamous couple. Now we’re fucking guys by the dozen.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I thought about that too. Honestly,” I said as I gazed into her eyes, “if we hadn’t done it this quickly I may never have agreed. But I’m glad we did. I love being Mikki, and I love fucking and sucking.”

Caz took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom. She undressed me and then took her clothes off too. Then she lay down on the bed.

“Love me, Michael, slowly and tenderly, love me.”

I was happy to oblige. I kissed and caressed her all over, paying special attention to her nipples. Then I kissed my way down to her pussy and licked, bit and sucked that until she was on the verge of orgasm. Then I stopped.

“Don’t stop, you bastard, I’m so close.”

I kissed my way back to her mouth. As we kissed I guided my cock into her dripping pussy and made sweet love to her. She came like a train and so did I. As we lay there she started to weep.

“Don’t cry baby. Everything’s fine.”

“I’m so happy, Michael. You love me like that and all I do is go out and fuck other men. I don’t deserve you.”

“Hey, don’t say that. If I didn’t like what you are doing I would have said something. But there’s something inside me that needs you to do the things you do. And there’s something inside me that makes me want to be Mikki, for you, but for me too.”

She hugged me with love. We dozed off and didn’t get back out of bed until mid-afternoon.

This became our life and for about three months everything was perfect. Caz kept going out every couple of days and on the weekends Antwan and his friends would come over and fuck Caz and Mikki.

Mikki was becoming a bigger part of my life. Caz and I discussed it and decided that perhaps I could quit my job and start my own Financial Advisor business from home. Actually, Mikki could start the business. That was I could be Mikki more or less permanently. I needed time to think this one through.

Then we stopped seeing Antwan and his friends each weekend. I knew there was something going on because Caz was coming home from her dates earlier than usual. Most of the time it was well after midnight but for the last few weeks it was ten o’clock or earlier.

She told me that Antwan wanted to take her away for the weekend, next weekend. I asked her if that’s what she wanted.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Not exactly a ringing endorsement,” I said.

“I know, but I’m not sure if I want to. Half the fun of going out with him is coming home to you. For two nights I won’t be doing that. I think it’s a really big step.”

She looked to the ground, as if unsure of what to say next.

“Michael, for the last few weeks, Antwan hasn’t invited any of his friends. It’s just been him. I’m not sure if it means anything but I know that he hasn’t seen both of us for a month or more. I’m a bit worried about what this weekend is going to be about.”

“You’ll work it out, Caz. Go with him. If it feels wrong, come home. It’s probably nothing anyway.”

So she went. Her last words were, “You know I love you, both Michael and Mikki, don’t you?”

That left me wondering about what was going on in her head.

I spent an awful weekend alone. I couldn’t sleep and when I was Mikki my hair and make-up was a mess. Sunday finally arrived. I had no idea when Caz would be home so I made myself get dressed as Mikki. I put on sexy lingerie, a short skirt and sheer top and did my make-up with more care than ever before. I was ready for Caz to come home by lunchtime.

Have you ever noticed how slowly time goes when you are waiting for something? I logically knew Caz wouldn’t be home until late afternoon or early evening but I still hoped it might be earlier. By six o’clock I felt that I had spent about three years waiting. Then seven o’clock, then eight. Every hour felt like a month. Finally at about nine thirty I heard a car in the driveway and the front door opened. There she was, my beautiful wife, standing there, looking gorgeous.

“Caz,” I said.

“Babe,” she said. “Let me shower. We need to talk.”

“Fuck,” I thought. That was not what I expected. No hello, no hug, no kiss, not even an invitation to clean her pussy. What the hell was going on?

About half an hour later she came out of the shower.

“Mikki, do you remember the last thing I said when I left on Friday?”

“Yeah, you said you loved both me and Michael.”

She held out her left hand. “Antwan has asked me to marry him.”

My jaw dropped. I looked at her hand. No wedding ring, no engagement ring from me. Only an obscenely large green rock surrounded by about six diamonds. I was speechless, my mouth open wide in shock.

When I finally found my voice I said, “So your statement last Friday was a lie?”

“No Mikki, no. I love you, only you. He made me take off my rings and put this one on. I’ve just spent the last half an hour trying to get this stupid thing off. It’s too small.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I love you, and you alone, and we won’t be seeing Antwan again. The stupid prick thought that his cock was enough. I’m not denying it’s good but the man himself? Antwan loves Antwan and there’s no love left for anyone else. There’s no way in the known universe that I’d give up the love I have for you, and I know you have for me, for that self-centred jerk.”

That’s when the tears started. They fell in rivers down my face, my mascara running with them.

“I knew he was up to something. We hardly fucked all weekend. I thought I’d never get out of bed but we had what he called a ‘romantic’ get away. The man has no idea. He took me to places he likes, nightclubs and strip clubs. Nothing that I like and he thought he could woo me and marry me.”

“So how did he react when you said no?”

“Well, that’s the problem. I didn’t. I said I’d need to speak to you about it. You know what he said? He said, ‘Hey babe, we can keep Mikki around as a fuck toy, but Michael can fuck off.’ Can you believe that?”

“When will you tell him?”

“Tomorrow at work when there’s plenty of people around. I don’t think he’d hurt me but I don’t want to take the chance.”

Apparently he wasn’t happy when Caz spoke to him the next day. She told me that because of her position in her company she could make life really difficult for him so he backed off.

The good news? I have started my own business, and Caz has changed jobs too. Her company needed a new General Manager of operations in their head office interstate which she applied for and was given. We moved a short time later and arrived in our new condo (provided by her company) as two women in a loving and committed relationship. Mikki runs her business from home and loves it. The business gets bigger every day. Caz loves her new job. We are both on the lookout for a third party. Mikki hasn’t tasted anyone else’s cum for ages and misses it!