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When you reach this point, there is still any masculinity left?
Where I should be
Such pretty lip gloss 👄
Educational reading for sissy girls and also very hot :)
i’ve become an emasculated femmy panti-waist for men, and i love it
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Is he going to do it to you again? (1)
He had been your college roommate for two years in college. In some ways, you were best friends -- but not always. In fact, the three times when you'd had a girlfriend during that period of time, he had eventually seduced, and stolen, the girl from you.
And so -- you were surprised, now that it had been a little over five years since the last time you had communicated with him -- when you got a facebook message from him saying that he had taken a job in the area where you were now living and would love to get together "for old times sake" -- and he mentioned that he didn't know a lot people in the area. You weren't eager, but didn't want to be rude or unfriendly. You invited him to come to your (and your wife's) place for the weekend.
You ended up picking him up after work on Friday, and after exchanging some of the usual pleasantries, the conversation took a turn.
"So" he said "Tell me about your wife. Honestly, I never thought you'd find a woman to marry you. What's she like? Pretty?"
You got a little uncomfortable at the question.
"Why do you want to know?" you said with a bit of tone to your voice.
He just laughed at that. "Whoa. I didn't mean anything by the question, buddy. Just curious I guess."
You calmed down. "Yes -- she's wonderful really. And yes -- very pretty. We met at church and have only been married about two months. I really feel lucky to be married to her. And -- well -- I guess I'd gotten edgy about your question because of -- you know -- the way you had taken my girlfriends from me in college. I know how charming with women you can be. You .. uh .. you wouldn't try anything with my wife, would you?"
He laughed again. "So -- you do remember how I took girls from you in college eh. Remember with the third one -- how pretty she was -- and how, as soon as you started referring to her as your girlfriend, a bunch of the guys actually had a betting pool about how long it would be until I slept with her and stole her from you. Do you remember that? It was really funny, eh, the way a couple of the guys kept telling you that it was only a matter of time -- and one of them even said that to you right in front of her and told you what the bet was all about when she asked him what he meant by that. And yeah -- turned out it really was only a matter of time, right. Remember -- the party, when your girlfriend got pretty drunk and made you introduce her to "the guy the bet was about" -- meaning me -- and then she actually started flirting with me and ended up spending the night with me -- and never went out with you again. Do you remember all that?"
Of course, you did remember -- but the memories were not really funny for you. They were pretty painful, actually.
"Please" you replied. "Yes, I remember -- and please -- it would be devastating if you did that with my wife. Please don't try. She is very sweet and pretty, and, well -- she's kind of the type I remember you really liked -- but please don't make any moves on her. PLEASE."
[End part 1]
Is he going to do it to you again? (2)
Your old roommate laughed again. "No promises, eh. I mean -- that's not why I got in touch with you, and if your wife is as sweet as you say, I'm sure she wouldn't let herself be seduced by me anyway. So no worries. I guess. But you do know that" he continued, with another big laugh "that those girls in college did not have anything good to say about your ... uh ... size and skill in the bedroom. Which is one really it was so easy to seduce and steal them. So -- are you sure your wife is getting from you what she needs?"
You were definitely feeling really uncomfortable about this latest turn in the conversation, and actually started to blush at being asked such a personal question, and at the same time, your stomach was in knots thinking about your college girlfriends having said that to him.
"I...I think so" you replied. "I..uh...do my best, you know. And she hasn't complained."
He smiled. "Well, you did say she was really sweet, so maybe she's just trying to avoid hurting your feelings." And then, with another laugh, he continued, "So are you sure she hasn't cheated on you since you got married?"
"NO WAY. Yes -- I'm sure" you replied.
He gave you an odd smile, and then your conversation moved onto talking sports -- to your great relief.
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At your house, you introduced him to your wife, and the three of you chatted and had some wine and then your wife served a delicious dinner. Your friend didn't say or do anything worrisome -- except perhaps when he complimented your wife on how delicious the food was by saying "Mmm. Really wonderful dinner. Thank you. I can understand why he loves you so much. A woman who can cook like this and is beautiful and really sexy too! He's a lucky man."
Your wife blushed at these compliments, and you could see that she was quite flattered, and especially after that, based upon how much time she spent looking at him during dinner -- asking him all sorts of questions about his life -- you could sense that she seemed to find him (the way you knew most women did) very charming and attractive. And he rather obviously found her attractive. In fact, at one point during the meal, when you wife had gone into the kitchen for something, he leaned over and whispered to you "Wow. Even after everything you'd told me about her, she's prettier and sexier than I expected. And like you said -- very much my type."
That comment was enough to give you another jolt of anxiety in your stomach, and once again -- this time in a whisper -- you begged him not to try to seduce her. He just laughed.
[End, Part 2]
Is he going to do it to you again? (3)
All three of you had quite a bit of wine to drink during the meal (with you friend continually filling your wife's glass whenever it got close to empty), and although you could not remember your wife ever getting drunk before, she was definitely at least a little drunk now -- and was also getting quite chummy with your friend, laughing with him a lot and moving her chair closer to his, to the extent that you felt somewhat ignored at times.
And then, as the meal ended and your wife began to clear the table, your friend said that she had put so much work into the meal already that it wouldn't be fair for her to have to clean up too, and he volunteered to do it. But your wife said no -- that she would not let a guest have to do that -- and then she gave you a look that quite obviously was a prompt for you to volunteer.
"You're both right" you said. And then, as you took the dishes she had picked up from your wife's hand, you continued "I'll do it."
Your wife smiled -- at you, and then at him. "Mmm. Thanks hun. That's so sweet. How about if he and I take our drinks out onto the deck out back, and you can join us when you're done."
"Great idea" he said -- and then, putting his arm around your wife's shoulder he laughingly said "Show me the way!"
And so -- you were now left with clean-up duty, while your friend and wife went onto the back deck. You could hear them laughing and talking as you cleared the table -- and at one point you hear your wife call in to you to please bring them each another drink -- which you did, and then you got back to your kitchen duty.
Finally, when you were done, you poured yourself a drink and headed on back to join them on the deck. You had noticed that there had not been a lot of noise from them for a couple of minutes, but that didn't seem meaningful to you, until, as you went into the back room of your house, you saw through the window what the two of them were now doing.
Your heart sank -- and you weren't sure what to do. One thing was obvious -- they did not want to be interrupted.
[End, Part 3]
He did it to you again (4)
Unsure what to do, you walked back into the kitchen and sat for a few minutes before returning to the room overlooking the deck. But now, as you looked out the window, the two of them were not in sight. So you sat there, watching and waiting, until they emerged from the woods about an hour and a half later.
Your wife now looked a bit disheveled and your friend had a smile on his face that spoke volumes -- and when he saw you, he actually winked at you and laughed.
"Sorry we were gone so long" you wife said. "We .. uh .. went for a walk" -- and as she said that, she looked at him and he looked at her and they both laughed.
Your friend then said "I think you wife has something to ask you."
You looked expectantly at your wife. She took your friend's hand in hers and then said to you "Sweetie. I have a really big favor to ask. He and I have been talking a lot, and I know you're probably getting tired, but we'd like to be able to keep talking with each other -- just the two of us -- to get to know each other better. He has such great ... uh ... stories and I'd like to hear more of them, but they'd bore you I'm sure because you've probably heard them all before -- stories from when you two were in college -- and anyway -- how about if you use the guest room tonight -- just so we don't keep you awake with our ... uh ... talking and laughing. Would you do that for me sweetie? Then he and I can stay up late in our bedroom and not disturb you. OK?"
What could you say. He had done it again, and now the only question was whether he would actually steal her completely from you -- and by all indications, that was pretty likely to happen.
And in that moment, a rush of thoughts and memories swept through you. You remembered the many times when you ended up having to wait outside the room you shared with him in college while he and a girl he had stolen from you were using the room for sex. And as humiliating and painful as those events were, you were now thinking that this was so much worse. This was not a girlfriend he was now with -- it was the woman you considered the love of your life -- your wife. And you were now being asked to go down to the basement guest room so that she -- and he -- could spend the night in your bedroom, in your bed, in your house.
You looked over at the two of them -- standing there in front of you, with his arm around your wife's shoulders. Finally you replied.
"Uh. OK -- if you think that would be best" you stammered.
Your wife could see how anxious and distressed you seemed at that moment, and came over and gave you a little kiss on the forehead.
"It is what I think is best" she said. "So go up and get your night things, and then I hope you sleep well downstairs. We'll see you in the morning. And oh yeah -- if you get up before us -- which I'm guessing will be the case -- make enough coffee for all of us, OK?"
You could just nod, while fighting back tears. "I will" you said, and then you went upstairs to get a few things from your bedroom before heading down to the guest room, knowing that you wife had already had sex with him and would be having more sex with him during the night -- and also sadly knowing that the sex with him was surely much better than the sex she had ever had with you.
He did it to you again. (5)
After a fitful night's sleep in the basement guest room, you got up early to get set up for breakfast and to make coffee. Your friend and wife slept in though -- and knowing from your college days what an active night your wife undoubtedly had with him, you were actually pleased that she was getting some rest.
He came downstairs first -- poured himself a cup of coffee, and then laughed as he said "Kind of like old times, eh. I've got to admit -- your wife really is prettier and sexier -- and even more enthusiastic in the sack -- than any of the girlfriends of yours I had sex with back in our college days. I'm amazed you were able to get her to marry you. But we'll see how long that lasts, eh!"
His comments gave you that aching feeling in the pit of your stomach again. "Look" you then said to him. "You know you can have almost any girls you want -- but she's my wife and I love her and can't imagine ever loving anyone else the way I love her. So please -- you had your fun with her. Isn't that enough? How about if you leave now? Will you do that -- PLEASE."
Your friend smiled at that. "OK -- how about this" he replied. "How about if we give HER the option. If she wants me to leave, I will. But I really doubt that's what she wants. And hey -- since you love her so much, don't you want her to have whatever she wants most -- even if that's ... me?"
A few minutes later, your wife came down -- she first walked over and gave you a little kiss and wished you a sweet "good morning, hun", but then sent over and gave your friend a very affectionate hug and deep kiss and sat right next to him at the table.
"Can you get me some coffee, sweetie" she then said to you "and then bring both of us some breakfast, since you're so good at doing that."
You zipped into the kitchen, got your wife her coffee and prepared it the way you knew that she liked it, then cooked up some of your special French toast for them and served that to the two of them.
"Mmm. Delicious" your friend commented.
"Yeah" said your wife, and then she laughingly added on, while giving your friend another kiss, that "Cooking breakfast is one thing he's probably better at doing than you. But you're WAY better than him at some other important things!" and then she kissed him again and gave his thigh a squeeze while laughing.
Your friend then said to her "Something came up just before you came downstairs. Your husband suggested it might be best if I left right after breakfast. What do you think?"
"You said WHAT?" your surprised wife said to you, a bit angrily. "Why would you say that? You know that you invited him for the whole weekend. And I certainly don't want him to leave. In fact -- I was about to tell you that you don't have to worry about making dinner for us tonight, because he and I will be going out to dinner." And then with a smile at his she said to you "Kind of like a date -- like the way he dated some of your girlfriends in college."
Your friend smiled at you. "I guess that settles it then. OK -- I'll stay. But only if the ... uh ... sleeping arrangements are the same tonight as they were last night."
"Well yeah" your wife said. "Of course." And then turning to you she said "You don't really mind another night in the guest room, do you hun?"
You knew at this point there was nothing to be gained by disagreeing or complaining. "No -- that's fine" you said -- and then picked up their dishes and went back into the kitchen to clean up.
[to be continued ]
He did it to you again (6)
The rest of that day was like no other day you'd had -- certainly not like any previous day since you got married. Indeed, the way things were happening was almost surreal to you, so much so that a few times during the day you almost felt like what was happening was actually a dream -- a nightmare really -- rather than real life.
Throughout the day, your wife did things with your friend, and the two of them acted as if they were now a couple, while you were a visitor, or perhaps nothing more than the hired help. At the end of breakfast, for instance, they simply got up, and your wife said to you that they were going upstairs to get showered -- and then she laughingly tagged on the word "together" as she took his hand and gave him a kiss. You, meanwhile, were left with the task of clearing their dishes from the table and doing the rest of the post-breakfast cleaning.
Then, late in the morning, as the two of them were sitting together on the couch chatting and laughing -- and being affectionate with each other -- you overheard his say to her, in a stage-whisper tone of voice "Any interest in going upstairs with me for a quickie before lunch?" and then you heard her answer, again in a whisper, but one that was clearly audible to you "Mmm. A great idea." But before they actually headed upstairs, your wife got up and went over to where you were sitting, gave you a sisterly kiss on the cheek, and said "We're going upstairs, hun. But we shouldn't be real long -- and will probably be ready for lunch as soon as we get back down -- so maybe be ready with lunch in about an hour?"
All you could say at that point was "Yes -- of course. I'll try to have things ready for you then." Your wife then gave you another little kiss on the cheek and said "Thanks sweetie. You're being such a good and generous host for your friend." At that point, your friend -- who was now at the foot of the stairs, with his hand out to guide your wife upstairs, actually doubled over with laughter, and through his laughs you could hear him say to her "Yeah. A very generous host. Definitely. That's really what he's good at being. Even back in college he was always ... very generous." And then he double over in laughter again as the two of them walked hand in hand upstairs for a little late-morning "delight".
You did your best to have lunch ready for them when they came back down -- and, as expected, you prepared and served it -- and then you were left with all of the clean-up duties. In the afternoon, the two of them went for a long walk together, and when you made moves to go with them, your wife said to you that "I think it would be better if you stayed here hun". Then, when they returned, they sat out on your deck and your wife simply called out to you to bring them something refreshing to drink, but avoided any hint of inviting you to join them outside. And when they sat inside, they sat together on the couch, so that even when you joined them, you had to sit off to the side on a separate chair -- but when you did that, they paid little attention to you while being very obviously very wrapped up in each other.
In mid afternoon, when you had a few moments alone with your friend, you made one final plea to him to leave, but again he just laughed, and then asked you whether you truly love your wife.
"Of course" you said.
"Well, then" he continued "don't you want her to do whatever makes HER happy? If you really love her, like you say you do, then I would think you'd be more than willing to sacrifice for her -- even if that means stepping aside and being supportive while she spends time with another man." And then he laughed again as he said "And in this case, I'm that other man."
One way you coped with all of this was by thinking about the fact that they would be going out to dinner, so you would have the relief of not having to watch them being affectionate with each other all evening, and might even be able to stop thinking about how humiliating and painful this whole weekend had become.
But even that did not turn out the way you'd hoped. Just before they were about to go out, your wife told you "We're going to that new Thai restaurant. And we're meeting my sister and her husband there, and then after dinner we'll be going to listen to music at that bar that you and I have gone to so often -- and I think the plan is to meet up with some other of our friends there. In any case -- we might be quite late, so don't wait up. But it would be really nice if you could do something for us this evening. The bedroom actually needs some straightening up, and it would also be nice if you put fresh sheets on the bed for us. You don't mind doing that, do you hun?" Then she gave you a little peck on the cheek and the two of them left.
[to be continued ]
You know that if you were to try to peek at her phone now, she would tell you this was none of your business -- and she never tells you where she goes with him on their dates -- again, if you were to ask, she would say her social life, and especially her sex life, are none of your business. But at the same time, she makes no attempt to hide that she has a boyfriend, that she has sex with her boyfriend, and that her relationship with him and his desires takes priority over anything she might do with you.
Be honest with yourself, when you see her, you find little to no attraction towards her, all your attraction is instead manifested as a burning desire to be her