Quarantine

Quarantine brings us all closer together!

My Sarah had been dressing me up since our college days.  It started when she asked me to wear some lipstick when I licked her to orgasm.  I thought it was good kinky fun and told her anything was okay, so long as it stayed between us and didn’t leave the bedroom.  But Sarah was way more adventurous than that and had a way of framing anything to sound acceptable.  Wearing her panties, putting on he stockings, her doing up my hair and having me wear full makeup were all slowly added into our sexual escapades.  Now, six years later we’re happily married and I spend about half of my time as my wife’s lesbian slave Lara.    

We’ve adjusted our lives to meet our new lifestyle in small and big ways.  For example, I’ve let my hair grow out so long that I probably couldn’t get a normal job.  Thank God I was a club promoter and could pull it back into a masculine enough ponytail while still letting Sarah put it up in a feminine style whenever she wanted.  We learned how to apply long shiny nails and use the right remover to get them off only a day or so later.  I kept myself on a strict diet as “Lara” needed to fit into her corsets, skirts, and tops, and still present a feminine shape.  We’d even gone out on occasion, but always where no one would know us. 

Recently, Sarah had shown an interest in something she called cuckolding.  I had to admit that the thought of watching my strong and dominant wife become some stud’s whore was incredibly arousing.  As always, I eventually agreed and later that week got to hear all about her date and getting fucked all night in the guy’s bedroom.   Ultimately, we moved on from Sarah having sex with random strangers to her picking up a man.   Bruce knew Sarah was married and was happy enough to play the part of her alpha lover, so long as I was never involved directly.  He worked for us as he didn’t even live in town and only visited for business periodically.  When he was in town and they’d come home to make love in our bed, I’d go to a local hotel and either masturbate furiously to the thought of it, or more often than not, whine and moan while locked away in a chastity cage. 

Bruce was everything I wasn’t.  He was strong, athletic, demanding, and dominant.  He changed Sarah from the commanding tiger that I knew into a passive kitten.  When Sarah asked if I could join them, just to sit in the corner and watch, he reminded her that I was never to be involved in their relationship.  Later, when she offered to have a friend of hers sit quietly and watch them, however, he was all accommodating.  He just didn’t know that Sarah’s friend would be Lara.  Would be me. 

I was a nervous wreck, but Sarah just played that up as me being a lesbian and being nervous about watching her fuck a man.  Nervous but excited.  Watching Bruce have his way with my wife in our bed completely removed the term ‘making love’ away from referring to their acts.  There wasn’t anything romantic or sweet about their physical coupling.  He was fucking her and she was loving every minute of it.  All I had to do was sit in the corner, prettied up and smelling of perfume, and watch.  I almost regretted Sarah not locking me up as I got painfully hard with my bits tucked away and under me.  I could tell that my wife’s passions were stoked higher just by my being there as she looked over at me as often as she could and was always smiling or crying out lustfully. 

The next morning was strange as I made the two of them breakfast and sat down to eat with them.  I could tell they were both tired but they’d gone at it particularly hard as they only had the one night together.  Bruce was happy that I had joined them and didn’t seem any the wiser that we’d ticked him.  He even gave my ass a slap on the way out and said he’d love for me to join them… that he really wanted to have a threesome with two beautiful women.  Sarah and Bruce both went to the airport as he was returning home and she was flying to Europe for business and I spent the next few hours trying to just process everything.  I can’t even pretend that what I’d witnessed the previous night hadn’t turned me on in ways that I’d never imagined. 

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt Bruce’s arm snake around my waist and pull me back against his body.  He laughed off my reaction and told me that his flight home had been canceled as his home city was going into lockdown because of the Coronavirus scare.  While I thought it ridiculous that he thought it was all a joke or “fake news”, I still didn’t wish him any harm.  When I went to try and find him a hotel room though, I found out quickly that they’d already been booked up.  Without another option and no desire for Bruce to get hurt, I offered him the couch until he could get a flight out.  I probably wouldn’t have done that if I’d known this was the beginning of the whole country getting locked down.  I certainly wouldn’t have offered if I’d known that my wife, his lover, would be stuck in Europe with no way to return home. 

I still ended up sleeping in the spare room as Bruce just laughed off at the idea of sleeping on the couch and instead took “his and Sarah’s” room.  While I was stuck being Lara for longer than I’d intended, he was going to be sleeping in my bed.  And it went further than that, as Bruce’s dominant commanding attitude didn’t just extend to my wife.  He seemed perfectly comfortable ordering me around to clean up, cook, and even do his laundry.  It didn’t help that my own submissive nature didn’t let me put up more than minimal complaint to his orders.    

For the most part I tried to avoid him.  The day spent cleaning and tidying the house while he worked in my office was fine.  After making us dinner and cleaning up after him, I’d try to go to the spare room… now my room… and either read or watch Netflix on the tablet.  Eventually though as days turned into weeks, I refused to be a prisoner in my own house and decided to at least watch TV in the living room.  After a couple episodes of Tiger King, Bruce joined me and a soon as that episode ended he started up a movie on some service he’d installed on our Roku.  I couldn’t help but blush furiously as it was soon quite clear that he’d put on some kind of soft porn service.  After watching the movie about a man convincing a lesbian to have sex with him, I tried to leave but Bruce’s quick hand caught my wrist and pulled me down next to him on the couch.  Without saying anything he put his arm around me, pulled me close to him, and put on another movie. 

Although it followed the same “man changes lesbian into his lover” theme, this one was anything but soft core.  There I was watching some buxom pornstar bobbing her head up and own some other pornstar’s cock, sitting next to a guy who was obviously hoping I’d soon be doing the same to him.  It was beyond clear what was going on in his head and I had no intention of letting his fantasy play out any longer or go any further than it already had.  When I turned to tell him that there was no way I was going to have sex with him though, I was met with his mouth closing down on my own, his tongue immediately diving in to lick and flick against mine.  I froze, giving Bruce ample time to slide his hand around the back of my head and prevent any escape while I let out a quiet whining moan.  Even though I never had any desire to be with another man, I couldn’t deny the eroticism of being kissed in this way.  It was overwhelming and made me feel so small and feminine.  And all that played through my head was how happy my wife looked as she was kissed by this strong man.  How happy she looked when she went down on him and worshiped his cock.  How happy she looked when he was behind her, fucking her doggy style. 

I’m not sure what fighting against Bruce would have been like, I just know that I couldn’t stop him.  As we made out, as he kept on kissing me, he guided my hand to his crotch where I felt him getting hard and filling out his pants.  I didn’t rub him actively, but at the same time I didn’t pull my hand away when he reached up to cup my glued on fake breast through my sweater and dress.  It wasn’t even my decision to stop as Bruce just suddenly pulled away and smiled down at me.  He told me that that was enough for the night but unless I told him directly and to his face that I didn’t want any more, that he’d be introducing me to heterosexual sexual relations the next day. 

And with that he stood up and walked up stairs to his bedroom, leaving me in a fog of shock, embarrassment, and total arousal.  I have no idea what would happen if Bruce learned that I was in fact not only a man but Sarah’s husband, but I was sure that if he repeated those actions I’d be helpless to stop him from doing anything he wanted.

The next morning, I had it in my head to not give Bruce any room to get angry.  Or at least angrier than I figured he might be when he learns my real identity.  While he comes across as physically imposing, he’s never seemed violent to either Sarah or I so I figured this is the place where I could derail the train we were on and not get hurt.  When Bruce came down the stairs I swallowed my pride down and walked up to him, ready to bare my soul.  But Bruce had other ideas.  The only thing coming out of my mouth was a quiet and entirely too girly “eep” as he grabbed my braided hair and pulled me down to my knees.  Holding my face close to him he quickly used his other hand to undo his belt, open his pants, and pull out his long cock.  For a moment I couldn’t move.  I couldn’t speak.  I could only remember Sarah with her lips wrapped around this beast and feel an odd stirring in my loins as I realized this man was looking at me the same way he looked at my wife.  As a sexy woman to be sexual used. 

When he started pulling me closer, I shook my head as much as I could in his grip and made the words exit from my mouth.  “Bruce, Stop!  I’m not Lara, Sarah’s friend with no interest in men.  I’m Sarah’s husband!”  Bruce froze, but the look on his face wasn’t what I was expecting.  I expected anger.  Shock.  Disgust.  A whole host of emotions along those, but I never pictured him looking amused.  While still holding his cock in one hand and my hair in the other, he leaned back and laughed. 

When he finally got control of himself and looked down at me his words went straight to my soul and made me feel equally excited and afraid.  “Oh that’s rich Lara.  You thought I didn’t know about you?  You thought I still thought you were Sarah’s lesbian friend?  I’ve known for over a week now.  I’m not only okay with you dressing up and playing at being a woman, I’m completely on board.  I’m happy to help you take this fantasy fetish to the next level.  Sarah and I talked a couple nights ago and gave me permission to let you take her place while she was gone.  So no, you’re NOT Sarah’s husband.  You ARE Sarah’s girl friend Lara who hasn’t had sex with a man.  Yet.”

Thoughts whirled around my head as he started pulling my lips to his manhood again.  I wondered how he figured out my secret.  I wondered why Sarah would agree to this without speaking to me.  I wondered why Bruce had shown no interest in me being part of their sexual romps if he was no okay with me being far more involved now.  I wondered how long this quarantine would last leaving me stuck as this man’s sexual plaything.  But the one thing I didn’t wonder was what it would take for Bruce to stop.  When my lips pressed against his cock, I complied with his silent command and opened up wide.  My hands remained on my thighs as I simply looked up at Bruce.  At Sarah’s and my man. 

source:  fuskator