Jeff was at my door right on time and looking as confused as he did earlier in the stairwell, I could imagine he was expecting to meet a very dominant husband and that he was there do do some explaining in order to save himself from his incessant masturbating at work – more humiliation for him to endure of sorts – but it would be only a matter of minutes until he saw the truth of this visit.
“Come on in,” I motioned him through the door and into the living-room and on to the couch. He mindlessly followed, his mood matching his hunched shoulders and again I imagined he was possibly thinking about his girlfriend whom he stood-up tonight, no doubt, in order to pay the piper here in my home… so-to-speak.
“Jeff, pay attention!” I demanded snapping my fingers, getting in his face and breaking him out of his dazed and confused demeanour, “So I’ve got this photo of you…” I continued reminding him by showing him my phone, “and in order for you to keep this our secret – your chronic wanking in the stairwell – you need to do exactly as I tell you tonight, everything with no whining… got it?
Jeff nodded, his sad face moving up and down with very little emotion, and normally I would feel sorry for such a mess as he was in this moment, but I was power-drunk now and the hot blood pumping to my aching snatch as I expressed my prowess was not allowing such weak feelings.
My husband cleared his throat as he stood in the hallway; I am not sure how long he was standing there looking into the living-room, but the fact he had to clear his throat to get my attention clued me in that possibly he saw the whole exchange, which was only more fuel for my fire.
“Come in darling,” I motioned him as I had Jeff, to sit on the couch – beside Jeff, “Jeff meet Stan, Stan… Jeff.”
The two feebly shook hands and avoided eye contact. They were pathetic these two men but between them, I was sure to get some much needed satisfaction.
“Jeff, I was telling Stan just a few minutes before you arrived how magnificent your cock was, and Stan was most intrigued… weren’t you Stan? So intrigued in fact, he asked me if he could see it!”
I could barely contain my laughter so I put my hand over my mouth as I watched Stan’s face grow red – embarrassment and anger at my betrayal with the bullshit line I just fed Jeff – and Jeff’s face become pale as the realization he would be required to put his cock on display for this obviously demented couple was a fact he could not escape.
“Well do it, pull that cock of yours out!” I demanded, when after a few moments of silence passed neither one of them moved.
Startled, Jeff jumped slightly and reached for his jeans button and zipper and manipulated them open. There in the opening you could see his boxer-briefs and the soft mound of his flaccid dick laying there.
“Pull it OUT!” I said again, “Show Stan your cock!”
Jeff looked like he was going to cry and Stan’s eyes were glued on his crotch – yes, Stan was a trouser pilot, I could see that because he was fixated on the object of his desire and it was like no one but him and Jeff’s crotch existed – and when Jeff reached under the elastic of his boxers to pull his meat out, Stan’s mouth turned up into a slight smile; indeed… my husband was a sissy faggot hungry for his first cock.
“Jeff, your dick is flaccid but it’s still impressive,” I began, “I’m surprised it’s not full mass in need of a good jerking… but maybe you are just being shy, that’s OK, Stan will make you feel more comfortable.”
Hearing his name, Stan’s head jerked away from Jeff’s crotch and looked directly at me, cocked head, needing more explaining.
“Stan, you told me a secret the other day, told me you want to suck cock, well now is your chance.. suck Jeff’s cock… make it full mass… make it throb!”
My hands were now on my hips, my long legs spread wide in a hot stance, and low and behold I saw Jeff’s cock twitch.
“Suck Jeff’s cock Stan!” I demanded again, and again Jeff’s cock grew just a bit more… “Suck it!”, and again… his cock grew again.
Stan saw the same thing I did, and he licked his lips and leaned down – Jeff looked confused, and relaxed at the same time – it was interesting – but the moment Jeff suddenly took Stan’s head in his hands and pushed him all the way down, I felt vindicated I had found two faggots and had brought them together for a cock-sucking-fest!
Stan was obviously hungry and swallowed as he sucked Jeff’s cock, simultaneously bobbing up and down on Jeff’s fuck-stick, causing his cheeks to suck in and out. Jeff responded with the same enthusiasm bucking up into Stan’s face, stretching his cock-sucking lips wide and forcing him to gag and eyes water – I was satisfied to say the least and only felt it was right to capture this moment on video with my phone.
The boys did not notice as they let themselves go crazy in their newly found queer lust for each other and I gleefully pointed and captured this amazing moment on cam; nor did they seem to even care I was in the room as Jeff began to grunt and moan and chant, “Suck it… ya man, suck it, suck my big dick you sissy faggot…!” and Stan responded by doing just that – sucking his big cock – until Jeff grunted and thrust one last time shooting a load of cum that filled Stan’s mouth and spilled down his chin unable to contain it all.
The moment was captured forever as I clicked the video to stop recording, and through the iPhone lens, I could see Jeff and Stan, staring at the phone, comprehending what I had just done.
“Don’t worry boys, happy wife, happy life – just keep doing as I say, as I want, and this little gem of a faggot-movie will stay between the three of us, OK?”
They both nodded – and believe it or not – both had grins slowly creeping across their faces which surprised even me and as the days progressed, and as my sexual-power grew into the woman I am today, a woman walking into a therapists office with questionable morals; yet despite that, dominant, sexy and confident, Jeff and Stan grew into the most fun-loving faggots to boss around ever!
But, as mentioned, the whole thing has my head spinning and while I wait for my appointment in my therapists waiting-room, the games will continue to play-out and I’m hoping with all the cock-sucking talk that I’m about to do, I’m not the only one sharing during this session!
THE END
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