Wednesday, January 9, 2013

My Wife's Shemale Surprise

The sequel to Winner Takes All is here!

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After the first time Andrea took the reigns of sexual power from Trevor in Winner Takes All, their sex life exploded in a new direction. Now she has a surprise in store for her lover and it involves another woman, or so Trevor thinks until he is bound and helpless.
Is Trevor up for the ultimate Shemale Surprise of his life?
This smoking hot story of sexual exploration includes a dominate wife with a strap-on , a sexy tranny, bdsm, and a willingly bound husband who has never before experienced shemale love. This sexually graphic title is for mature audiences only!

Excerpt:
“No that can’t be it,” I muttered as I headed down the hall and into the bedroom.
That only left the possibility of another woman. Now I would be lying if I said the thought didn’t excite the hell out of me, seeing two hot women going at it while I was bound and helpless to do anything but watch. The whole problem with that scenario is Andrea always said she could only be a lesbian from the waist up. She loved a nice set of tits, but that was it. Therefore she certainly couldn’t be bringing another woman home, could she?
“Damn woman, I sure wish I knew what you were up to,” I said as I shut the bathroom door.
That is when I saw the outfit I had been told to wear. My body froze. I had not even considered that part of the whole equation until now. Dressing up like some cheap two bit whore for the woman I love was one thing, but to be seen by a stranger, or worse someone we knew.
“Ahh hell Andrea,” I groaned as I took the tiny maids uniform off the hook on the back of the door.
I did not have a good feeling about anything that might happen now. That little voice in the back of my head screamed out how all this was wrong. But once again I weighed the humiliation of a few hours against the possibility of hurting the most precious person in my life. I had to go through with her request; I simply loved her too much to see the disappointment in her eyes.
I stepped in the shower and got down to business, while attempting to focus my mind on a day of play, excluding the third party of course. My mind still struggled with the situation, but I started to feel the excitement of once again surrendering to Andrea, by focusing in on the last time we played the role reversal game.
Finally I walked out of the bathroom squeaky clean and freshly shaved, dressed like a maid in a whorehouse, and a butt plug to give me that odd full sensation. I still felt like an idiot as I opened the fridge and began to prepare lunch. The short skirt did not hide anything when I bent over, and the small panties I had on acted more like a thong even though they were not.
The menu for lunch was a simple one, BLT’s and chips. I made the preparations, and set the table. As the clock slowly ticked down the minutes, the anticipation began to take its toll on me. Racing pulse, trembling fingers, and the butterflies in my stomach that felt more like jet fighters in a dogfight.
The words “I can’t believe I am doing this” kept rumbling through my brain like some sort of twisted broken record I couldn’t shut off. Then I heard the slam of two car doors, and female giggling. The desire to run and hide could not have been stronger, and my palms turned sweaty.
I stood in the entrance of the kitchen, and looked through the dining room to the front door, and became very self aware of just how silly I looked. This feminine get up on a well-muscled and hairy body, and a slave collar around my neck. Who ever Andrea had with her was sure to laugh at the sight of me, and that made matters even worse!
The next minute played out in slow motion before me. I heard the key in the door, and watched the handle turn ever so slowly as time slowed to a crawl. When the door finally opened, my beautiful bride stepped in the door wearing a smile from ear to ear.
I watched as her arm came up in a gesture towards me, and the other pushed the door wide open. Even the sound came late to my ears.
“There’s my little bitch,” I heard her say.
A woman taller than Andrea stepped into my view, and my brain went crazy as my hands tried to cover the front of my body.

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