Long exposure

"Great, now stand at the end of the bed and bend over it," he says in a gruff voice.  "And keep your eyes forward."

My wife and I, both nude save for our stockings and heels, walk across the hotel room and obey his orders.  I'm not sure about her, but I feel so vulnerable in this position, my bare bottom exposed to this stranger.  Sure, turned on a bit too with the anticipation of what's to come.

She asked awhile back if I'd be open to us being dominated together.  She thought it could be fun and build another bond between us.  She'd found him online and had been communicating with him multiple times.  By text messages at first, then by phone calls as things had progressed.  

Before we left the house she assured me it would be alright.  I trust her gut feelings and thorough vetting process, but still here we are, mostly naked in a hotel room with someone we barely know.

"Mmm Hmm," he says approvingly.  I can hear him starting to disrobe.  He takes his time, stopping frequently to admire the view in front of him.  

I'm still unsure my body is desirable to alpha males, even with the feminizing stockings and heels.  These doubts start to run through my head as I stare at the picture on the wall.  I know his sounds of approval should put my mind at ease, but the thoughts increase with each passing minute that we stand still to his prying eyes.

A shiver runs down my spine as I long to feel his touch, or at least have him touch my wife.  It's torture here waiting for something (anything!) to physically happen.  He laughs as he sees my involuntary movement, knowing full well what he's doing to me mentally.

My wife turns her head slightly and whispers to me.  "I bet he takes you first, sissy.  I really don't stand a chance to your long, slender legs.  And that waist trainer's given you a figure to die for!  You really do have a body that most woman would love to have."

I can't help but smile.  "Thanks, Honey," I whisper back.  "You're such a beautiful, amazing wife that always finds the right words at the right time.  I'm so lucky to have you."

"Alright, enough chit-chat, ladies," he says with a clap.  "Time to get this party started."

Insomnia

I'm lying in bed thinking of all the tasks and errands that await me in the morning.  I know I should be asleep by now, but just can't seem to settle my mind.

Hold on, what's that noise?  I freeze my body, holding my breath, straining to hear the sound again.  There...do you hear it?  It's a slight scraping sound over by the closet.

I force myself out from under the cozy covers and drag myself to the closet.  With one hand on each door, I slide them open.  Inside are two naked men!  I can see their hairless bodies, but their faces are hidden in the shadows.

Their hands reach out at me, and pull me towards them.  Instinctively, I fall to my knees and place my lips around the first man's penis.  I'm amazed at how this happens so naturally and without any thought.  The second man is now stiff, his erection waiting nearby for my attention.

I look up and see the top of the first man's torso fading into darkness.  I take him in my hand and put man #2 into my mouth.  He's thicker, but just as delicious.  I alternate placing each man in my mouth, working my head back and forth on one while pumping my hand on the other.  My rhythm increases, while the men moan louder.

"Honey...Honey!"

I open my eyes to my wife shaking my elbow.  The morning light peeks thru the bedroom window.  

"Honey, you were moaning in your sleep.  I thought I should wake you.  Were you having a nightmare?"

"No, it wasn't a nightmare.  It was the most peaceful sleep I've had in ages!"

The bet

It's the last day of the festival in the neighboring town.  My wife and I enjoy a leisurely stroll down the main boulevard, looking at the various odds and ends the vendors are selling while the smell of fried foods fills the air.

"Excuse me, sir, could you help us settle a bet?" she asks a stranger.  It takes me by surprise as we had been walking together in silence.  What is she doing?

"Sure, I'll try," he replies.  He's of average height, dark hair, seems physically fit, and has an air of playfulness about him.  I'm guessing that's why she chose him.

"Well, my friends gave my husband here a make-over.  When they finished, they all thought he could pass as a woman.  I admit, my friends did a great job.  However, they're so proud of their work, they suggested men might prefer him over me.  So, this may be a bit embarrassing, but which one of us would you rather be with...if you know what I mean?"

The man is taken aback when my wife says I'm a man.  But he takes a step back to check us both out, looking us over from head to toe.

"I have to agree, your friends are very talented," he says to her.  "But, at the end of the day I'd still choose you, ma'am.  Your husband's a lucky guy."

"Wow, thanks!  You just made my day," she says sincerely.  Somehow her hand is on his upper arm.  "You hear that, Sweetie?" she says.  "I win the bet."

"Now," she continues.  "Since you were so honest, I'd like to share my prize with you.  Because you picked me over my husband, I'll let you get a taste of what you chose.  And since my sissy husband lost the bet, he has to watch.   What do you say?  You interested?"

"Seriously?" he asks.  He glances around before answering.  "Yeah, sure, I'm in."

My wife takes takes his hand in hers and leads us both down a nearby alley.  Once we round the corner, she pulls her panties down her thighs while keeping eye contact with him.

"Go ahead," she says to the man.  "Understand, I'm giving you carte blanche.  You can do whatever you want with me.  Only rule is you have to use protection.  My husband can hook you up with that."  

She slowly lifts her skirt, revealing her milky white thighs followed by her naked sex.  She turns around slowly, giving him a good view of her body.

The man is quick to get his hands on her.  He gently grabs at her thigh and gives a playful spank on her ass.  He glances cautiously over at me.

"Don't mind him," my wife says.  "He's on board with this.  Aren't you, sissy?  Make sure you watch what a real man does with a woman."

And that's how a stranger had his way with my wife in an alley, while I stood by and watched.

Lazy morning

It's a lazy slow-moving type of morning with nothing on the agenda.  You know those types of days.  

I enter the kitchen to get the coffee brewing, and notice the dirty dishes piled in the sink.  I have time before the coffee is ready, so I grab an apron and wrap it around my waist.

In a few minutes all of the clean dishes are resting in the drying rack.  I look over at the coffee as the machine pushes the last drips of water through the filter.  I take a moment to stretch my arms and back, working out the kinks from my slumber.

"Good morning, sissy."  I feel a delicate hand on my backside.   I turn my head and kiss my wife.  

I'm not sure exactly why, but there's something electric about this moment that I can't put my finger on.  But our greeting slowly morphs into something more.  

We continue kissing each other slowly.  Just like the morning, slow and unhurried.  Two people just enjoying the moment together.

She eventually stops and takes my hand in hers.  "Come on, let's go back to bed."