Chapter 1 - My Cuckold Life

I blushed and could only say meekly, “Yes Sir.” He came in a sat down as I regained my composure. “Would you like something to drink Sir,” I asked submissively. “Yes, please. How about a whiskey and coke?” Happy to have something to do, I said, “Yes Sir,” and practically curtsied before slinking off to the kitchen. My wife came in and greeted him with a long, wet kiss. “I see you two have met,” she smiled at me, knowing I was completely in shock. “Yes.” Jamal answered glancing at me. You didn’t tell me she was so cute. “I look forward to breaking her in.” Another shock to my already frazzled system! “Breaking her in?” I thought of all the things that could mean, as I served his drink and brought my wife her favorite wine. “Yes,” she said matter-of-factly. “She been a wonderful housewife, but It’s time she learned what it feels like to be a woman.” I couldn’t believe they were talking about me! It was frightening, and yet, my clitty had been fully engorged in my cage from the moment he had squeezed me with his huge hand. I had no idea that my wife had been secretly slipping me female hormones every morning and calling them vitamins. I’d noticed my nipples were larger, darker and almost always erect. My breasts seemed larger and were always tender, my skin was softer, and my clitty rarely grew hard any more, but I never put all those things together.
But standing there in my panties, listening to my wife and her huge Black lover discuss “breaking be in” brought me to the verge of tears. I was an emotional wreck but also very excited at a level deep inside that I couldn’t quite understand. My wife sat next to him as I stood out of the way but nearby in case they needed anything. They kissed for a while as she ran her hand over the prominent bulge in his pants. Eventually, they paused and he looked me up and down for an uncomfortably long time. His gaze penetrated me and it wasn't like a man looks at another man. He studied my body as a man would look at a woman. He turned to her and said, "she has nice little boobies doesn't she"? My wife agreed. "Yes, like a teen girl about to blossom". I squirmed under their attention. He noted, "What she needs is a pretty bra and some makeup to go with those panties". "Yes, she does, my wife agreed". "Honey, go put on one of my bras and some of my pink lipstick."