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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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