Kristin's Adventures Ch. 05

Kristin sighed as she gazed out the kitchen window, watching the neighbor boy mow his lawn. She absentmindedly traced a fingertip along the neckline of her tank top, dipping beneath the fabric. Her nipples were already hard.

It had been over a week since Lupe went back to work, and Kristin was going out of her mind with need. Her pussy ached to be filled, stretched, pounded into submission. She bit her lip, remembering the delicious burn of being penetrated by two cocks at once.

Just then, Ryan emerged from the bedroom, startling Kristin from her reverie. Her husband’s long blonde hair was swept over one shoulder, his nails were painted pink, and he was wearing a lacy white camisole with a pair of skimpy pink panties. Kristin’s eyes lingered on the noticeable bulge in the front of the panties and she felt a rush of wetness between her legs.

Ryan blushed, looking down at himself self-consciously. “Todd is coming over soon,” he said softly. “He likes me to wear something sexy for him.” Kristin noticed his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. She could tell he was already getting aroused thinking about his cousin’s impending visit.

Kristin sighed again, this time with a mix of longing and frustration. She was happy Ryan had found an outlet for his sissy tendencies, but she couldn’t deny she was jealous of the attention and sex he was getting. Her hands fisted at her sides as she watched Ryan primp in front of the mirror, readying himself for Todd like a bride on her wedding night.

When the doorbell rang a few minutes later, Ryan hurried to answer it. Kristin peeked around the corner and saw Todd pull Ryan into a deep, passionate kiss as soon as the door opened. Her pussy clenched hungrily at the sight, and she knew she was in for a long, torturous night of overhearing the pleasures she so desperately craved.

Todd wasted no time in leading Ryan upstairs to their bedroom, his hands roaming possessively over Ryan’s body. Kristin sat downstairs, her heart pounding as she listened for any sounds indicating they had started.

A loud moan from Ryan told her Todd had entered him. Kristin squeezed her thighs together, her cunt throbbing as she imagined Ryan bent over for his cousin, taking Todd’s cock like the sissy slut he was.

The noises from upstairs grew louder and more frequent. Kristin couldn’t take it anymore. She rushed up the stairs and peeked into the room, one hand snaking into her pants. Ryan was on his hands and knees, his pink panties around his knees, getting pounded by Todd. His cousin gripped Ryan’s hips tightly, pulling him back onto his cock with each powerful thrust.

Ryan looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Kristin’s. She saw the mix of ecstasy and guilt in his expression and knew he felt conflicted about enjoying this in front of her. But his moans and whimpers told her he couldn’t help giving in to the pleasure of Todd’s claiming him so completely.

Kristin leaned against the wall outside the room, fingering herself as she listened to the lewd sounds of their fucking. By the time Todd grunted his release, filling Ryan with his seed, Kristin had brought herself to a shuddering orgasm.

She waited until they came downstairs, Ryan walking with a slight limp, before confronting them. “Where are you two going?” she said bluntly, surprising them both. “Do you ever get tired of fucking my husband?”

Todd grinned, pulling Ryan close against him. “Nope, I’m taking him to my place for the night.”

***

Ryan returned home, his body still humming with pleasure and release. His panties were sticky under his skirt, Todd’s cum leaking from his used hole. His cousin had painted his face in the way he loved, streaks of white crossing his cheeks and dripping from his chin.

He entered the house quietly, hoping to slip upstairs and shower before Kristin saw him. But as he walked through the front door, he froze in place.

Kristin was in the living room, straddling their 18-year-old neighbor Mark on the couch. Her dress was hiked up around her waist as she rode him vigorously, her moans and the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

Mark looked up as Ryan came in, a smug grin spreading across his face. He didn’t stop thrusting up into Kristin, instead increasing his pace as he stared at Ryan’s cum-covered face.

Kristin turned to see what had Mark so amused, her eyes widening when she saw Ryan. But her shock quickly melted into a matching smirk. She leaned down to nip at Mark’s ear, her husky voice carrying to Ryan. “So much better than your little clitty, isn’t he baby?”

Humiliation and arousal warred within Ryan. His caged cock strained against its confines, jealous and aching, as he watched his wife enjoy their neighbor boys impressive endowment.

“Come join us,” Kristin panted, rolling her hips in a way that made Mark groan. “Or are you going to just stand there and drip cum all over the carpet?”

Ryan shuddered, torn between fleeing to the bathroom and giving in to his desires. His gaze slid from Kristin’s bouncing breasts to Mark’s thick cock spearing into her, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist them.

Ryan sank to his knees, hands clenching at his sides. His cheeks burned under the streaks of cum as he stared at where Mark and Kristin were joined, mesmerized by the slick slide of cock into cunt.

Kristin reached down to grab a fistful of his hair, jerking his head up to meet her eyes. They were hooded with lust, her lips curled in a knowing smirk. “Go on then, be a good little sissy and clean up this mess you made.”

She shoved his head down until his nose was pressed against her clit, Mark’s shaft brushing his cheek with every thrust. Humiliation and desire warred within him, but desire won out. He extended his tongue, lapping at the junction of cock and cunt, groaning at the taste of sex and submission.

Mark’s hips stuttered, a broken moan spilling from his lips. “Fuck, your husband has a talented tongue.” He fisted a hand in Ryan’s hair, guiding his mouth to suckle at Kristin’s clit.

Kristin threw her head back with a cry, grinding down onto Mark’s cock and Ryan’s face. “Such a good sissy,” she panted, rolling her hips to smear Ryan’s face with her slick. “Going to make me cum all over your face while Mark fills me up.”

Ryan whimpered, squirming in his cage. His neglected cock throbbed at the thought, dripping onto the carpet below. He redoubled his efforts, flicking his tongue over Kristin’s clit as Mark pounded into her.

Her thighs tensed, inner walls clenching around Mark’s shaft. A broken scream tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her, juices flooding Ryan’s eager mouth.

Mark grunted, burying himself to the hilt inside Kristin’s spasming cunt. Ryan felt the cock against his lips pulse, warmth flooding his mouth as Mark emptied himself inside Kristin.

Ryan whimpered as they came down from their highs, lapping at the cum dripping from Kristin’s used hole. His caged cock ached, desperate for the release he would be denied.

But he knew this was his place now – on his knees serving Kristin and whoever she chose to gift her pleasure too, no matter the cost to his own needs.

Kristin sighed in contentment, running her fingers through Ryan’s hair. “Such a good sissy husband,” she crooned. “Lapping up Mark’s cum like a hungry little slut.”

Ryan shuddered at the praise, cheeks flushing. His caged cock strained against its confines, aching and ignored.

Mark pulled out of Kristin with a wet pop, a dribble of cum sliding down her thigh. Kristin tilted Ryan’s chin up, staring into his eyes. “Go clean Mark up, sissy. Show him how grateful you are for fucking your wife.”

Ryan whimpered but obeyed, turning to lap at Mark’s softening cock. The mix of Kristin’s juices and Mark’s cum flooded his senses, cock throbbing uselessly between his legs.

Mark groaned, tangling his fingers in Ryan’s hair. “Fuck, you really turned him into a cockslut, didn’t you?”

Kristin laughed, trailing her nails down Ryan’s spine. “I did

***

Ryan sighed as he unlocked the front door of his modest suburban home, his French-manicured nails clicking against the brass doorknob. He was exhausted after a long day of giving happy ending massages at the spa, his knees aching from kneeling in front of his male clients.

His chastity cage rubbed against his smooth, hairless groin as he walked inside, a constant reminder of his feminized status as Kristin’s sissy slave. The house was empty, as usual. Kristin was rarely home these days.

On the kitchen counter was a hastily scrawled note in Kristin’s loopy handwriting: “Pick me up at Janelle and Jessica’s BBQ. Don’t be late.”

Ryan grimaced, smoothing the skirt of his floral sun dress. He hadn’t seen Kristin’s twin cousins since fully embracing his sissy lifestyle, and dreaded their mocking laughter and lascivious stares.

Still, he obediently slipped on a pair of red stilettos and grabbed his purse, heading out to his cherry red Miata. The chastity cage pinched his delicate flesh as he slid into the driver’s seat, causing a flush of shame and arousal to spread over his made-up face.

After fifteen minutes of driving, he pulled up to the twins’ lavish Spanish-style mansion, loud reggaeton music and raucous laughter spilling from the backyard. Taking a deep breath, Ryan tottered up the cobblestone path on unsteady heels, ready to face the humiliation that was sure to come.

It was going to be a long night.

Ryan paused at the gate, steeling himself. Through the bushes, he glimpsed a topless Janelle bent over a patio table, skirt hiked up to reveal a lacy red thong stretched between her caramel cheeks. A tall, muscular black man was pounding into her from behind, gripping her hips as he thrust.

Janelle’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Ryan’s gaze. But instead of embarrassment, her expression held pure lust.

“Mmm, you’re just in time,” she purred, pushing back to meet the man’s thrusts. “Want to join in?”

Ryan flushed an even deeper shade of red, averting his eyes. But he couldn’t ignore the growing tightness in his panties, or the way his gaze kept drifting back to the lewd display before him.