When my wife took me shopping again, I was all in. I would go along with whatever she thought would make me more desirable to Keith.
My wife decided that instead of thigh high hose, we bought a garter belt that she said would accentuate my bottom. We purchased 8 pairs of hose, 2 each in black, grey, seamed, and pink.
Cindy let me choose my dressing gown. I got one that I thought I would look good in. It was light pink, very light nylon. The satin collar was hot pink and the edges were trimmed in the same hot pink. She liked my choice so much that she had me buy her one exactly like it only in her size.
“Won’t Keith be surprised when two beautiful women are there waiting for his cock?” She asked rhetorically. “He and I discussed the changes you’re making for him. johnnie, he’s very appreciative. He told me not to tell you but, if you promise not to let him know I shared his secret, I’ll tell you what he said.”
“I promise I won’t let on, Cin. Please tell me.”
“He told me how sexy you looked in your panties. He said that even though he could tell you had an erection, he felt way more comfortable, less gay with you being more feminine for him.”
“Really?” I gushed. “To be honest, I felt more comfortable wearing panties for him too. It was like I wasn’t a guy sucking him. I hoped he felt me more as his woman that time. Can I tell you a secret, Cindy? You mustn’t tell Keith, please.”
“You know you can tell me anything, my love.”
I blushed and hesitated before whispering, “When Keith came up behind me and I felt his cock on my bottom and he pinched my nipple, God, Cin, I felt so sexy, so desired. I almost wanted him to, um, you know.”
“You wanted him to take you to our bed and fuck you,” Cin finished my confession for me.
“How did you know that,” I asked in wonder.
“Baby, first let me say that this thing with Keith has changed you. For better or worse I love you. I love how you’ve responded like a little submissive cock hungry slut for your man. It’s sexy and you’ve grown so much. I knew you wanted him to complete you because that’s the way a woman would feel. I felt the same way when the first time he pressed his big cock against my ass too. No, I didn’t let him fuck me, not until you said it was okay. But I felt the same as you did.”
I was astonished that we shared the same sexual arousals. But when I thought about how I felt then and what my wife said, it made sense. How else to explain it?
Cindy let me think about her explanation before asking me right out, “Do you want him to fuck you?”
My panties tented hearing my wife ask me that. Seeing my stiffy, she took it in her hand. “God, but your dick feels good in panties baby girl.”
Looking in my eyes, Cindy smiled, “It’s okay if you do. I want that for you. If you let Keith make you his woman, we can be lesbian lovers for real, baby. Would you like that?”
“You want me to let him fuck me? Really? Why?”
Cindy took a minute to gather her thoughts before answering my question. “At first I thought you jacking him off would be a one-time thing. But babe, it was so hot. When I invited him back and you didn’t resist, I knew you had much more of yourself to explore. The more you enjoyed your man’s cock, the more the female in you showed herself. You shaved your body without being told, and yes, johnnie, I saw the French manicure you got for him too.”
“Are you ashamed of me,” I needed to know.
“Not at all, baby. Just the opposite. I’m proud of you. You accepted your inner self, the pretty girl you want to be for Keith. I’ve been pleasantly surprised how fast you’ve blossomed. I think you owe it to Keith to let him fuck you. If it wasn’t for him, his big cock, and strong will, you may not have discovered your true desires. Not to mention his big hand spanking your sexy boi-pussy. I really think you owe it to yourself and Keith to let him take you, let him fuck the male right out of you.”
“But if he does fuck me and I like it, won’t that mean I’m gay?”
“Is that all you’re worried about? Let me put that fear to rest. No. Him taking that sexy bottom of yours will not make you gay just as it won’t make Keith gay. You both will still want pussy. You’ll still suck his cock, eat me, and make love to me. In short baby, when Keith is with us, you’ll be his woman, like I am. When he’s not, you’ll be my sexy lezzie husband in her pretty panties.”
Relieved to hear that, I asked my wife, “what if it hurts.”
“Oh, baby girl, losing your virginity is going to hurt. But believe me when I say that hurt will turn to pleasure. You’ll feel so full of cock and so fulfilled as a woman because of your man, you won’t believe it. And, baby, you won’t believe how much closer to Keith you’ll feel. You two will be connected by more than just his cock.”
“And if I don’t like it? What then?”
“Why sweetie, don’t let him fuck you again. And you need to understand this. A man like Keith isn’t going to make love to you. He’s going to fuck you. Pure and simple.”
“I wouldn’t expect less,” I sighed.
By the time we got home we were both so horny that we put off dinner and had sex first. She told me to put my pink French-cut panties on and had me masturbate through the soft nylon. “When I came in them, she rushed me off to the bathroom to rinse them out before my sperm dried and stained them.
She wanted another lesbian experience and had me in my new gown lapping her pussy to two orgasms.
Tuesday at work I got a surprise call. “Hi, johnnie?”
It was Keith. My heart raced with excitement. “Hello sir. Yes, it’s me.”
“Good. Did I catch my girl at a bad time?”
“Oh, no sir. I’m surprised that you’d call me.” The truth was that my dick was hard hearing him call me his girl.
“Tell me and be honest. Are you wearing panties?”
I blushed. “No sir. I don’t wear them for anyone but you and Cindy.”
There was a moment of silence before Keith spoke again. “I want you to wear your sexiest panties to work tomorrow. Am I clear?”
“Uh, yes sir. May I ask why, sir?”
“I’ll let you question me about my instructions this time. I like my bitches in sexy panties all the time. You do want to be my sexy bitch, don’t you?”
I suppose many of you reading this would tell him to go fuck himself. Sure, you would. Maybe I could have too, but I didn’t. Would a could a, should a. Instead, I made the most life-changing decision in my life.
Taking a deep breath, I made the leap. “Sir, I would like nothing more than to be your sexy bitch.”
“You know what to do then.”
It was not a question but it still required an answer. “Yes sir. I will wear panties from now on.”
That was all Keith wanted to hear. Without further ado, he hung up.
Later that night Cindy was excited when I told her Keith had called me and the purpose of his call. “So, are you really gonna do it? Is my sexy lesbian husband going to prove to her man that she wants to be his sexy bitch?”
“Isn’t that what you’ve wanted all along?” I accused my wife.
The hurt look on her face told me otherwise. I tried my best to apologize but my efforts fell on deaf ears.
I wore my panties for Keith the next day. I was crest fallen when he didn’t call me.