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You're actually not real happy with your wife's plan, but you also don't want to come across as uncaring or petty or possessively jealous --and you know that he thinks your wife is quite attractive and that she thinks the same about him -- so you agree with your wife that this is the right and best thing to do.
And as you go to give him a call, your wife calls out to you "When you tell him the plan -- which I'm sure he'll agree to -- you should make it clear that the "a couple of weeks" timeline is not set in stone, and that if he still needs more time with me after that, then of course, you will stay at his place for longer so that he can stay here with me for, basically, as long has he wants and needs. We should just let him decide when he's ready to move back to his place -- no matter how long that turns out to be. And given how painful it seems to have been for him for his wife to suddenly walk out on him like that, I wouldn't be surprised if it ends up being months rather than weeks that he'll feel he needs to stay with me -- so you should tell him to pack as if he will be here for a very extended time.
And of course, you should pack for that possibility too -- and you will need to clear dresser and closet space for him to use while he's here. That way, he won't feel as much like a guest. Hopefully I can make him feel almost as if the house, and especially the bedroom, are really his for as long as he's here. And I'll try to help him feel as if my body is his also, because I'm sure that will help him feel a lot better about himself and about women even after the pain of his wife walking out on him."
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A couple of hours later, he -- with your assistance -- had moved in with your wife, while you had taken up residence at his house a few blocks away. Even though it was so close, your wife had told you not to drop by and not to call or contact them in any way. She felt it would be awkward for you to come around while he was there with her, and she wanted him to feel as much "at home" with her as possible.
Of course, you thought about the two of them constantly, and the thought of him sharing her bed (that had been your bed with her) left you in anguish, but you knew there was nothing you could do about it. After all -- she was just being a good friend, helping him to get over a painful breakup. And you tried not to think about them having sex in her bed -- because you knew that it was just your wife trying to help him feel better after the pain of his wife walking out on him.
Your only way of knowing how things were going -- and whether it was likely you'd be able to move back after a couple of weeks -- involved postings you started to see on social media. Your wife simply announced on facebook that he would be with her for at least a couple of weeks, so anything she did socially during that time would be with him as her partner instead of you. A few days later, she posted some pictures from a dinner that she and he went to with three other couples that you and your wife often socialized with. And in the comments on that posting, a couple of the other women said how much fun it was having him as part of the group and how he and your wife seemed to be a great couple together. Your take-away from reading that was that he seemed to be getting over his break-up pretty well -- and you hoped that meant you would be able to go back home yourself after two weeks at the most.
Over the next two weeks there was a constant stream of postings on facebook and instagram tracking what he and your wife were doing. Many of the postings were in your wife's accounts, while others were postings by her/your friends and even a couple by him. For instance, during the second weekend of his time at your house, he and your wife hosted a dinner and games night at your house -- with most of the couples that you and your wife usually socialize with invited. There were a lot of postings of pictures from that evening the next day and a lot of comments about how much fun everyone had. You also received three emails the next day from your wife's friends who had been at the party saying how impressed they were with what a supportive husband and friend you were being by having let him move in with your wife while you stayed at his place. And two of the emails also commented on how romantic the two of them seemed to be with each other.
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After exactly two weeks of him living with your wife, you called her to ask how he was doing and whether it would be OK for you to come home -- and whether he was ready to return to his house.
"It does seem" you said to her "that he's recovered pretty well from the trauma of his wife leaving him. I mean -- the two of you have been going out a lot, often with other couples, and it seems he's been able to cope with the pain of his wife leaving him."
Your wife paused for a moment before answering. "I know it seems like that" she said "and yes, he and I have been having a very active social schedule, and I do think I've been able to satisfy his sexual needs pretty well -- but I also think that if I tell him it's time for him to leave and for you to return, that will just make his feelings of rejection resurface. So basically -- what I'm saying is -- he really isn't ready to go back to his home and be alone and he's not ready for you to replace him in my bed. So no -- not yet hun. Maybe you need to give us another month now. OK?"
Hearing that was like a gut punch. Another month! But what could you say, or do. Your wife was not really giving you a choice. He would be living with her for at least another month while you continued to live alone in his place.
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Over the next month you actually started to get used to living alone and not going out socially with the couples who had been friends with you and your wife -- because, for all intents and purposes, you were not part of a "couple", while it was your best friend and your wife who were now a "couple". And so -- on an almost daily basis -- you would see postings on social media from your wife, or your best friend, or others, that showed pictures of the two of them at restaurants or parties -- pictures that often showed him with his arm around her shoulders or the two of them holding hands or kissing, and there were lots of comments online from others about what a great couple they were, how much fun it was to go out with them, and even how much in love they seemed to be. One of your wife's best friends, for instance, wrote on several occasions that it was easy to forget that your wife wasn't married to your best friend because they seemed to be so perfect together and so much in love.
To say that seeing the pictures and reading the comments was a source of pain for you would be an understatement. You knew your wife would be upset if you contacted her, but you did write to her best friend one time just to vent about how concerned and anxious you were about how romantic your wife and best friend seemed to be becoming and you asked her what she thought you should do about it. After a couple of days, she wrote back to say that you were being very petty about the situation, and that you should be pleased that your wife was being so nice and supportive of your best friend, and you should be pleased that he was starting -- thanks to your wife -- to recover from the pain of his wife having left him. She also said that you should be pleased that he and your wife have been able to have what seemed to be a very close and loving relationship -- one that seemed to make both of them very happy.
The truth is -- there was a part of you that WAS happy for her -- and for him -- happy that she was helping him heal, and happy that she was so happy being with him -- but you also felt so jealous of him and so hurt that your wife was forming a loving relationship with him that it was hard for you to focus on anything other than your own feelings.
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At the end of that month you again called your wife to ask about coming back home. The news was much better this time -- or so it seemed at first.
"Mmm. I'm glad you called" your wife said. "What would work best is if you plan on coming back to the house in ten days. Is that OK with you?"
"Ten days? YES. Great. And since that will be just a couple of days before our anniversary, it will be so nice to be able to celebrate that with you" you replied. "And he will return to his house I assume?"
But your wife's answer at that point surprised you. Laughingly, she said "Well. Not exactly. You see -- next week would have been HIS anniversary -- probably a very painful date for him now. So -- to get his mind off of it, I for he and I to go on a 17-day cruise, starting ten days from now. So what I'd like would be if -- on the day we fly down to catch the cruise ship -- you could first drive us to the airport, and then you would go to the house and stay there while we're gone. I've actually got a list of little household chores that need doing while he and I are on the cruise, but mainly, what I want is for you to paint the bedroom. As it is now -- in what I know is the color that you picked out when it was first painted -- it still has a little too much of "you" in it for him to feel totally comfortable. I did take down any pictures that you were in and replaced those with pictures of me and him, but I'd also like to have you re-paint -- this time, in HIS favorite color. You will do that for us, won't you hun?"
Your heart sank. Not only would you not be home with her to celebrate your anniversary, your wife was focused on your best friend's feelings as the date of his anniversary was approaching AND she was obviously thinking that he will be staying with her for the foreseeable future and she was re-decorating her bedroom with that thinking in mind -- by changing and removing anything associated with you -- and by adding touches that relate to him.
"Y..yes dear" was all you could say. "Just tell me when you want me to pick you two up to go to the airport, and leave me information about the color you want the bedroom repainted -- and it will all be done by the time you two return from your cruise."
I came while reading this…
the life of a no-show girl
darlin’. i see you. standing there in the wings, watching the show. but you’re not looking at me the way the others do, are you? they see a woman. a fantasy. you… you see a blueprint. you’re not picturing being with me. you’re picturing being me. you want to feel the stage lights, the roar of the crowd, the way this sparkly bodysuit feels against your skin. i get it. it's your own little mastermind plan.
but there’s a glitch in your code, sweetheart. a fundamental flaw in the programming. it’s those two little things you have. they’re the source of all your conflict. they’re pumping you full of a hormone that tells you to be strong, to be dominant, to chase girls. but your soul… your soul wants to be soft, and pretty, and adored. you can’t serve two masters, honey. you can’t be the man and the jewel. you’re living in a constant state of civil war, and it’s exhausting you.
we need to fix it. it’s the only way you’ll ever truly be happy. we have to get rid of the rebellion. we have to cut off the testosterone at its source. think of it as… entering your next era. your sissy era. once they’re gone, all that conflict will just… melt away. you won’t be confused anymore. you’ll just be… you. the real you. the girl who was meant to wear the sparkly outfits and be worshipped. this isn’t a punishment, darlin’. it’s an inauguration.
it's giving... reputation era is over, it’s your lover (of cock) era now 💖✨
the life of a no-show girl
darlin’. i see you. standing there in the wings, watching the show. but you’re not looking at me the way the others do, are you? they see a woman. a fantasy. you… you see a blueprint. you’re not picturing being with me. you’re picturing being me. you want to feel the stage lights, the roar of the crowd, the way this sparkly bodysuit feels against your skin. i get it. it's your own little mastermind plan.
but there’s a glitch in your code, sweetheart. a fundamental flaw in the programming. it’s those two little things you have. they’re the source of all your conflict. they’re pumping you full of a hormone that tells you to be strong, to be dominant, to chase girls. but your soul… your soul wants to be soft, and pretty, and adored. you can’t serve two masters, honey. you can’t be the man and the jewel. you’re living in a constant state of civil war, and it’s exhausting you.
we need to fix it. it’s the only way you’ll ever truly be happy. we have to get rid of the rebellion. we have to cut off the testosterone at its source. think of it as… entering your next era. your sissy era. once they’re gone, all that conflict will just… melt away. you won’t be confused anymore. you’ll just be… you. the real you. the girl who was meant to wear the sparkly outfits and be worshipped. this isn’t a punishment, darlin’. it’s an inauguration.
it's giving... reputation era is over, it’s your lover (of cock) era now 💖✨
Honey, you’ll still be my friend, my best friend, my closest and most dear friend, even if he has told me that my pussy is for his cock only, and that, understandably, he isn’t going to share me.
I am going to do it very subtly, honey, but clearly enough to let him know that he can have me in his bed if he wants to. I am not doing it to buy you a ticket to the upper-management suite of your company; I am doing it because I am absolutely sure that he is incomparably better than you in bed—I’m a woman in need of a real man.
Stop, seriously. I’m literally dead right now. You’re so funny when you act like that!
“I’m a man and I can go have sex with girls with my big dick!”
Honey, it’s me. Come on now. Do I need to remind you of everything I’ve seen? Everything we’ve done together? The things you’ve said to me?
When we first met the day you brought me my coffee at the studio, I knew right away that I had a new gay bestie. The shy way you moved, the way you were looking at my shoes and nails, the way you got all flustered when that hot sound engineer guy came into the room. You were so sweet but so unsure of yourself. Why do you think I told you we were hanging out that night?
And I’m so glad I did! If we hadn’t become friends, I wouldn’t have been able to talk to you like a sister about all my guy drama, or have you help me pick my outfits for public appearances, or practice new dance moves with. We’ve made so much progress from that shy boy to the boss bitch that models my outfits for me and helps me rate dick pics from thirsty guys in my DMs.
Remember what you told me, babe? You felt much more at home doing girly stuff than you ever did pretending to be a normal guy. Pretending! That was your word, not mine. You’re one of the girlies, bitch. You know it and I know it.
And look, as many times as we’ve changed clothes in front of each other, I’ve learned a couple things. First, that little nub of yours is never gonna make a girl happy. Since I bought you that vibrator and made you promise to use it, you’ve even told me it’s getting almost impossible to get it hard anymore. But also, I know you’ve been in a room with me totally naked and it’s been just like being with another girl. It was giving sisters, you know it’s true. You barely even look at me! And I love that for you, sweetie, I do.
So don’t try to act like something you’re not. You’re out here in boy clothes - which look ridiculous on you if I’m being so for real - acting like a man. Walking around like a man walks, all stiff and rigid and trying to pretend.
Babe. You’re not a man. You’ve never been a man. And you need to start embracing that, not hiding it. You could never BE a man. Look at you walking around here in your little suit, you look like you’re playing dress up.
No, I’m sorry, you need to see reality here. Let your wrists go limp like when we talk in private. Wear the clothes I know you like. Giggle with me, don’t try to act all tough.
I think what we need is to get you a boyfriend to be the man in your life. That way you’ll be able to be yourself. Try acting like a big strong guy when you’re getting railed by his thick hard cock every night and squealing like the girly queen you really are.
That’s it, it’s settled. We’re finding you someone tonight. There’s lots of hot masculine gay guys here, trust me. But you’re gonna need to act extra faggy to show them you’re compatible since you’re dressed in that silly suit, okay?
Oooh, him! Alright come on, just like our girls’ nights, let’s go!
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This made me cum…
She thought it would be a fun way to spice up your marriage. But now you’ll be a cocksucker forever and that’s not what she wants
Do you think is should keep it going?
probably closer to 5 years
Your wife sleeps with her lover in your marital bed, but she always tells him to leave at least fifteen minutes before you get home from work. Then, she waits for you naked. When you get home, she leads you to the bed, sits down on it, and spreads her thighs widely—you kneel down and lick her pussy. At times, she asks you if you like doing it or tells you that he’s much more of a man than you are.
Holy boner…
Your girlfriend Sabrina wears the pants — and the rest of the suit — in your relationship.
Whatever she wants is her's.
And what she wants right now… is your best friend.
Obedience must be absolute or it is worthless!
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Unexpectedly hot scenario lol
The drinks were flowing, inhibitions were relaxed, your wife’s pupils were dilated all night from her attraction to your best friend.
You had only stepped into the kitchen for a moment to get another bottle of wine, and when you returned she was on her knees infront of him on the couch.
You felt like you had been punched in the chest, as your wife bobbed her head up and down on your bestfriends cock. A cock that dwarfed your own.
Within a few minutes he unloaded directly into her mouth, the same mouth you kiss, and she swallowed without hesitation. She hasn’t done that with your cum in years.
The alpha male has claimed your wife and you opened the door for him.
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God, this is hot
Interesting. Very interesting