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By Tommy Tone (tomny6tone@yahoo.com)

I was in the kitchen when I heard her come in to the house. She had gone out to run errands around town. My wife Ann has a petite figure, with curly brown hair and looks very young for her age. Even at 40 she still turns heads and attracts attention as she passes by.
"It's me," she called out, "I bought home a friend for lunch." My wife Ann announced from the foyer.
I came in to the living room to greet her. She was taking the coat from her friend; he looked to be in his early twenties, at least ten years younger than she is and maybe more like 15. Built slightly taller than me with a young muscular physic.
"This is Jeff," she gestured. "We met at the library and I invited him home for something to eat." She led Jeff to the couch in the living room, walking right past me. "Will you make us something to eat?" She asked, but it was more like a command. "I think I want a sandwich, something light maybe tuna fish," she paused, "And don't forget to toast the bread." She settled back into the couch close to Jeff.
"What would you like Jeff." She asked him.
"That sounds good to me." He responded somewhat shyly. "If that is all right."
"Of course it is all right." She patted his knee, then turned towards me. "OK, get going, we don't have all day." I started to turn towards the kitchen. "And bring us a couple of glasses of wine and some chips to get started." Before she even finished talking she had turned her attention to Jeff, where she still had her hand on his leg toying with the inseam of his trousers.
I went to the kitchen and starting preparing the food. When I returned with the wine and chips a few moments later. She was running her fingers up and down the back of Jeff's neck playing with his hair. They were talking in whispers and sitting rather close. As I entered the room the conversation stopped as if I was interrupting. As soon as I left they continued their whisperings and giggling.
When I came back with a tray of sandwiches my wife set her empty glass down and looked up at me. "Honey, you are making Jeff nervous, so why don't you go upstairs and put on your little outfit and come back down here to show us."
I looked a Jeff for a brief moment; the pause was long enough for her to get impatient. "Let's get moving don't just stand there." She said with a touch of arrogance. "And while your up there get your tutu on." I turned and walked towards the steps. "Move little quicker if you don't mind." She barked out, obviously irritated at me.
When I returned as instructed they were in each other's arms kissing like teenagers on the couch. Jeff looked at me and started laughing, "Holy cow! I thought you were kidding." He had an air of confidence about him now that wasn't present when he first came into the house. "He really is a weirdo."
"See Jeff, he's a sissy, you have nothing to fear from this pansy." She cuddled up to Jeff.
"Turn around in a circle, let Jeff get a good look at you faggot." I rotated as instructed, "Keep turning around. and stand on your toes. Give Jeff a little dance." Dressed only in pink panties with ruffles and a white tutu around my waist like the ones, a ballerina would wear. "Let me see you get on your hands and knees." She said. "Stick your butt out like a sissy."
As I got down on my hands and knees, Ann stood and went to the side of the room. From the sounds I could tell she had grabbed the Polaroid camera. "Let me see you lick Jeff's shoe, show him the respect he deserves." She paused. "I mean he is our guest after all."
I heard the camera snap and the winding sound of a photo being emitted, then another. Suddenly there was a swift kick to my butt, which almost knocked me off balance. "You can only lick the bottom of his shoe, stupid." I regained my balance and licked the soul of his shoe. "Stick your butt out sissy and clean his shoe."
Ann returned to her seat cuddling up to Jeff. She handed him the Polaroid's, "You can keep these," She looked down to observe me licking Jeff's extended shoe and then completed her sentence, "He won't give you any trouble, your twice the man he is." She used her finger to turn Jeff's chin toward her. "See I told you had nothing to fear from this queer." She pecked him on the lips. "And if he gives you any trouble you have these pictures to show." Another light kiss followed. "He is a sissy and will be afraid you might show these photo's to some of your friends."
Jeff kissed her back with passion and took my wife in his arms. "You are so beautiful," He said. "Since I first saw you two weeks ago I haven't stopped thinking about you." He kissed her again with his lips parted. "And now I finally get to smell your hair and kiss your neck." He was whispering in her ear as they embraced.
Moving the hair away from his face she admired him for a moment or two. Then she yelled at me. "OK faggot, why don't you get lost for a while. Go out in the garage and sit in the corner till I call for you."
I turned to leave and was stopped by her command. "Crawl out don't walk and don't come back till I open the garage. Then I want you back in here." I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled out to the garage listening to their chiding and snickering as I left. In the garage I took my place in the corner on the dirty concrete as instructed. Left to my thoughts and imagination of what was going on in the house I peed in my diapers as I waited.
It seemed like hours when the garage door opened. I was thankful no one was in view and I could slip back into the house. Jeff was seated on the couch and Ann was laying on her back with her head in his lap resting. Both were naked and looked like they had been exercising. Ann looked up at me with the garage remote still in her hand. Her hair was wet with perspiration and she looked beautiful. "You were kind enough to make lunch for Jeff," she snickered, "well he did the same for you." She spread her legs and I could see her pussy was soaked. "Come over here little boy." She motioned between her legs. "Kneel down here and use your tongue to make me happy." She spread her legs. "See the present Jeff left for you?"
I knelt between her legs and stared for a moment. "Come on little boy, use your tongue to make me feel good." She used her hands to guide my head to her crouch and I started to lick. With her hands she added pressure to my head, grabbing my hair she twisted and rotated my head for her pleasure smearing my face in her crotch. After only a few minutes she was moaning and reaching for Jeff's cock to bring it back to life.
"Looks like he is enjoying it. "Jeff said as he moved to give Ann better access to his cock.
"It's about the only thing he is good at," she said. "His tongue is bigger than his little peter. I have seen twelve year old boys with bigger cocks than his." She now held Jeff's fully erect 9-inch cock in her hand and she turned to kiss it. "He is no comparison to a stud like you," She kissed his cock again. "Jeff your cock is wonderful, big and manly not like queer boy down there."
Ann turned to face me as I was buried between her legs. "Do you see what a real man looks like," she said as she held his erect cock at the base. " I can't even get my hand all the way around this monster."
I had to admit it was huge compared to my little "wiener," as Ann often referred to it. She was stroking his cock up and down and admiring it.
I could tell she was climaxing, then she turned and withdrew her pussy from me. "Get your head out of the way." She barked as she positioned herself above Jeff's cock in a sitting position legs on either side of his and slid the monster into her pussy. Moaning she leaned his head back against the couch. "Geese you feel so good." She kissed his cheek and neck and rubbed her hands over his muscular chest.
He responded by wrapping his arm around her. "And you are too beautiful." He said as he kissed her. "You are my dreams come true." He pulled her hair back, "Kiss me!" he said and she responded.
After a moment or two she turned towards me, "You look a mess faggot." She said as she rested in Jeff's arms and on top of cock, peering down at me. "You got your dinner all over your face." She snickered then turned back to Jeff. "That's funny isn't it?"
"Why don't you tell him to go back into the garage," she whispered to Jeff, "if he makes you uneasy."
"Are you sure?" He inquired.
"Of course I am," she responded, "if you don't want him around tell him so."
Jeff looked at me like he was building the courage to say something. "Hey faggot, get out in the garage." He commanded but before I could go he added. "But first kneel in front of me and thank me for making your wife feel so good."
I crawled over in front of them. "Thank you for making Ann feel so good."
"Not very sincere!" He answered. "I think you can do better than that." He continued, "Thank me for using my big cock to do what you can't do faggot," He paused as if thinking, "and I want you to address me with respect, call me sir." He had a large smile on his face.
"Sir Thank you for using your big cock to please my wife. Thank you sir for doing the job I could not do." I bowed my head.
"Much better, now get out here, me and my girlfriend want to be alone."
As I was turning to crawl out Ann grabbed my nose between her forefinger and thumb and pinched. "I think you need to thank Jeff for your dinner, don't you?"
She twisted hard on my nose and I said in a nasal tone. "Thank you sir for the dinner."
"There, now that's better. now run along before Jeff gets upset." She scooted down on to Jeff more. "He might beat your butt and really hurt you if you aren't careful." Then she turned her attention to he lover.
I crawled out to my little domain in the corner of the garage.