Things at home are getting pretty intense.
Liz is getting more and more kinky, demanding more and more from me. Or... less and less, maybe. I almost never get out of chastity any more, unless I have worked especially hard and done something she really likes. I try hard but it just never happens. I don't care about fucking her any more, I would be happy to just be able to jack off. Just once.
But it's been getting worse than just being in chastity all the time, and I am not sure what to do.
The last time she had a stud over, I think it was a really big black guy named Larry, she didn't have me kneel in the hall like she usually does. Instead, she told me to put on some of her panties. Her panties are way too small for me. She made me wear some once, and they ripped after a while. No way did I want to do that in front of one of her studs.
Larry was sitting on her bed, half naked; they had been making out a bit when she had this idea.
"Put on my pink ones. They would look so pretty on you!"
"They won't fit, Liz. I can't possibly!"
"Sure they will," she pulled them out of the drawer and handed them to me. "It isn't like you have much in that area, and what little cock you have is locked away. Squeeze in!"
Larry was watching me and laughing. God, it was humiliating, though that seems to be my primary role these days. Giving Liz something to laugh at and make fun of while she is fucking some huge cock.
I did it. I pulled them on. It was hard but when I finally got them all the way up, I just stood there as Liz and Larry inspected me and commented on how it seemed very natural for me to be wearing women's underwear.
"You are right though. I like tight women's underwear on you, Ethan, but I think you should have your own." She was fondling my lacy panties and lifting my tightly locked away cock. Larry came over and fondled me too. Having her lover play with my cock and balls made me want to melt into the ground.
"Liz, please don't make me do this in front--"
I didn't want Larry fondling me like I was a woman, but Liz cut me off. "Ethan, come on. You are essentially a sissy anyway. Larry's the real stud here, not you. You are more like my girlfriend than my husband. The panties are kind of hot on you, anyway."
I looked away and grumbled, "I dunno, I don't think you should be doing this to your husband."
"My husband? Dear, just because we are married doesn't mean you has what it takes to service me sexually! You aren't a real man, Ethan, and you should face this. Look, here..." Liz got hold of Larry's cock and pulled it out next to mine. "Look at the comparison. This is what I need!"
"It's not fair, you have me all locked up in chastity, I can't even get an erection!"
"And that's where you are going to stay. Now pull the panties back up and watch me and Larry
actually fuck."
Larry stopped handling my balls, which made me sigh in relief. Letting some strange guy handle me seems so... degrading.
Well, Larry and Liz did fuck then. I got in close and watched just how wide his cock stretched Liz when he entered her. She grunted in pain, too. I know it hurt her, taking someone that big. But she likes it. She likes to take men so big they hurt.
She fucked him for a while on her back, and then went doggie. "Ethan..." she panted. "Get over here. I want to look at you, and your panties!"
I walked to the side of the bed where she could look directly at me as she bounced back and forth from Larry's thrusts. I could see her panting and sweating and straining, and I could tell exactly when she reached orgasm. Her eyes rolled up inside her head and she practically screamed.
Larry came inside her cunt soon after, but he didn't stop. He didn't even get soft. They just kept fucking, changing positions every once in a while. The second time they both came, Liz was on her side, one leg up and propped on Larry's shoulder.
True to form, Liz had me clean her up afterward, while Larry watched.
"Get over here, Ethan. Lay down and get ready."
She straddled me and spread her legs over my face.
My tongue went out and the cum drained out of her cunt and into my mouth. Larry's cum tasted bitter. Every guy tastes a little different. I can also taste Liz, usually, but I am eating her stud's cum and that's where most of the taste comes from.
I hate it. She laughed at the face I made.
After Larry left that night, she made me wear the panties to bed. She says she might buy me my own pair, because she doesn't want me stretching her's out. That means this is going to be a regular thing.
