A story I thought of and decided to write today.  Unfortunately, it's taking longer than I anticipated.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

 The New Job

The Conversation

"You know this is nothing but bull shit, John, Don't you!" Dianne was furious. "You're nothing but a usless piece of shit! Getting us into this situation is nothing but crap!"

John was more contrite than normal. He always felt inadequate around his beautiful wife and tried his hardest to please her. Nothing seemed to be enough - well except for his well paying job. And now that was in jeopardy.

John's boss, Bill, had told him there was going to be cut backs and his name was on the potential release list. John hadn't been a the top of his game lately. Dianne had cut him off 6 months ago, citing his lack of 'stature' in the cock department. She insisted he only perform oral sex with her. 'Your tongue is longer than that little thing you call a dick,' she'd commented.

He didn't mind going down on Dianne, but lately she'd refused to let him even whack off after he'd satisfied her. And, she'd purchased a cock cage on-line that she kept his cock and balls in between oral sex sessions to make sure he didn't 'cheat' on her.

The inability to satisfy himself even by beating off had screwed with John's concentration. It seemed the only thing he could think of lately was how to satisfy Dianne enough to let him at least beat off when he was eating her out. But, so far, nothing he had come up with had changed her determination to keep him chaste.

However. Bill had given John some hope when it came to keeping his job. 'All you have to do is convince your beautiful wife to have sex with me. Just once. Well, unless she decides she wants more, that is.'

That's what brought on the tirade Dianne was going through right now. Even though she was more than frustrated with John's lack of length and girth with his sexual member, she hadn't gone so far as having an affair. And how her own husband was advocating her spreading her legs for another man!

"Sweetheart, I'm not saying you should have sex with Bill. Far from it. I'm just telling you what he told me. I could probably get him on sexual harrassment, actually," John meekly replied to Dianne's tirade.

"Yeah right," Dianne replied. "First off, he'd deny he ever had the conversation. And secondly, that would take months, even years, to resolve. In the mean time we're setting here with no means of income!

"I'm reqlly pissed that you didn't punch the son of a bitch out for even suggesting something like this. That you listened to him and then meekly come to me to tell me what he said. Just what kind of man did I marry? A whimp? A Sissy? What????"

Dianne stopped yelling and took several deep breaths. She'd never been so pissed at John. She saw him standing there appearing to examine something on his shoes, tears rolling from his eyes. He was sobbing so hard he couldn't have answered her if he wanted to.

"Well," Dianne finally continued, "I'll make sure you don't loose your job. I'll have sex with this boss of yours. No matter how fat and ugly the ass hole is. But, you can forget about ever getting out of that cage. It'll be years before I'll even think of forgiving you on this one."

"He's 6 foot 3, about 235 pounds. Works out at the gym at least three times a week during lunch." John was trying to ease Dianne's anger a bit.

Dianne looked at John quisically. "Well, maybe this won't be such a bad experience afterall. Of course that doesn't tell me anything about how he looks in the face, or in the crotch - where it's going to count."

Still trying to placte his wife, John adds, "He's considered one of the most sought after men in the office. He's single, and when he walks by most of the women go out of their way to greet him. But, he won't go out with any of them. Says office romances are nothing but trouble."

"You sure seem to know a lot about your boss when it comes to the sexual side of things. You sure you aren't having sexual fantisies about the two of you?" Dianne said it half kiddingly, but could envision a muscular man 'forcing' her whimpy husband's face down to the man's crotch - using his mouth and throat as his personal fuck toy.

"Well, after he leaves the woman giggle, and blush like a bunch of teenagers. Especially if he said anything to one of them." John was confused at the turn of the conversation. He certainly wasn't gay! He'd never tought of having sex with Bill, or any other man. But, now that his wife had mentioned it, John recalled seeing Bill's flacid penis in the man's room once. Even soft it looked almost twice John's when hard! That thought caused an uneasy tingle in John's little peepee.

"Alright then. Invite your boss over for dinner this Friday and we'll see how things go. If he's half the man you described, you might have lost your chance of ever having sex with me again. But, you'll have your job!"

Dinner

Friday arrived all too soon for John's liking. After telling Bill he was invited over for dinner Bill would come in to John's office at least five times a day to look at Dianne's picture. He'd make comments like, 'Just wanted to see what I'll be fucking soon', or 'If she fucks half as good as she looks, I'm in for one hell of a ride Friday!' And on Friday morning at the beginning of the work day he came in and took the picture. "You don't need it anymore. Afterall, I'll be the one fucking her tonight!"

Tears came to John's eyes at that comment. "What's this," Bill asked? "Did I say something to upset my little sissy boy?"

"I'm not a sissy," John sobbed back. "I can't help it if thinking of you having sex with my wife upsets me!" In truth, every time John thought of Dianne and Bill fucking his little dick tried its best to break out of its cage!

He fantisized that they would force him to watch. That Dianne made him put Bill's cock into her pussy. He dreamed of most everything they could do to humiliate him. And, to his dispair, all of it got his litle dickie as hard as it could get in its prison.

"Don't worry, it'll be over in 16 to 24 hours! I wonder if she'll be up for an all nighter," Bill chuckled as he left with Dianne's picture.

When John got home he saw that Dianne had more than prepared herself for the evening. She wore a tan cocktail dress that hugged every curve. The hem came to just above the knees and the neckline vee'd suggestively between her breasts. The material of the dress was thin, not quite see-thru. Still, you could get just a hint of her well trimmed pubic hairs and the aerolias around her obviously hard nipples. It was very obvious she chose to not wear any underwear for the eveing.

Despite knowing Dianne dressed as she had for Bill, not him, John's caged dickie challenged the intregrity of its prison - unsuccessfully. With her hair up, the matching three inch heels, and the simple single pearl earrings and necklass, she looked like the Goddess John knew her to be. And, straingly, knowing she looked so beautiful for another man made his cockette try its bes to get even harder. He noticed a key on one of those plastic spring key chains on her left wrist - it was pink.

"I put out the clothes you are to wear tonight on the bed," Dianne said. She made no attempt to kiss John, or greet him in any way. "You will wear the clothes with no arguments, or this whole thing if off."

"Yes, of course, sweetheart," John replied.

"I will take off the cock cage as long as you agree not to touch yourself without permission," Dianne continued. "And, let me tell you that permission will only come under some very specific circumstances. You needn't concern yourself with what the circumstances are, I'll let you know.

"You'll be the one greeting Bill at the door. You'll think him for coming and tell him - in your own words, of course - you hope he gives me the fucking I need so badly. Then you'll bring him to the living room and introduce him to me." With that Dianne unzipped John's pants, lowered his briefs, unlocked the cock cage and took it off. She then turned and walked off into the living room.

John stood there for a few seconds dumbfounded. His cock was out of it's cage - the first time in months, not counting the weekly, closely supervised, washing - and it had immediately sprung to attention, right in front of Dianne. Yet, she gave no indication she'd even noticed. But, even that snub didn't lessen its hardness.

He walked into the bedroom expecting to see another suit coat and tie outfit, considering what Dianne had on. Instead he found a pair of shorts and a tank top. Both were Dianne's! And both were thin and shiney. Both were white with two pink lines down the sides. Both had pink piping along the openings. John stared at them for a minute, thinking there had to be some sort of mistake. Then he spied the note peeking out from under the shorts. He picked the note up and began reading:

John,

I'm sure you're somewhat surprised at the clothes I picked for you to wear tonight. But, there's good reason for you to be dressed as I've chosen. Tonight is for me and your boss, Bill. As such, you will be the server. That means you will serve us dinner, provide our drinks afterwards, and anything else we might choose to have you do. These clothes will seperate you from us and make you very visible. That way we will know your whereabouts whenever you happen to be in the same room as we are. As I told you when you got home, you are to wear these with no complaints, or the deal is off.

Dianne

This wasn't exactly what John had in mind, but he saw he had little choice. He was more than sure that if he lost his job Dianne would leave him! So, John removed his work clothes. And, not seeing any underwear, put the shorts and tank top on without any.

As John pulled the shorts up his legs he finally remembered Dianne showing him the set, telling him she wore them in high school, but had outgrown them. Both he and Dianne were about the same height and general build. So, in theary, John should be able to wear Dianne's clothes. But, her high school shorts were tight - very tight. Luckily, they were stretchable, to a point. And, once John had them on, he was sure he had almost stretched them to their limit. The tank top was no better. It too was stretched very tightly around his body.

Finally dressed, Joihn looked around for some shoes. He saw a pair of pink flats on the floor just below where the shorts and tank top had been. There was a piece of paper in them. 'Yes dear, you are to wear these shoes as well!' The note read. The shoes, like the short set, was too small. His toes were crunched together tightly once he got into them. But, again, he didn't see any other chioce.

John looked at himself in the mirror before leaving the bedroom. He could see his nipples and aerola more plainly than he could see his wife's in her dress. And his 'package,' or lack thereof, was very plain. In fact, his hard little dickie was plainly visible! He looked every bit the sissified hubby he was sure Dianne had in mind. And, why this should turn him on really confused him!

Head down, John walked into the living room. He noticed the shoes clicked loudly when he walked across the tiled entryway. Dianne looked up from the magazine she was reading. "Not bad," She commented. "But, you're to hold your head high. Afterall, tonight wouldn't have happened if you hadn't suggested it."

Now John got it. Dianne wanted to embarrass him in any and every way she could. And, while it was working, all this was turning John on, too! And that bothered him. Still, he followed his wife's demand and raised his head.

Before John could comment, the door bell rang. It had to be Bill. John walked to the door and answered it, head held high. Bill was standing there with a boquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. John took both.

"Good evening, Bill," John said. "Welcome to Dianne's wonderful house. I do hope you enjoy the dinner and drinks. And, I would be a very poor host if I didn't think you in advance for giving me Princess of a wife the fucking such a beautiful woman is entitled to."

It took Bill almost everything he had to keep from laughing at John's outfit. But, seeing John's lack of equipment, Bill was sure he could give Dianne a night she'd not soon forget.

"Well, thank you John," Bill replied. "Or should I call you something besides John? Afterall, your outfit doesn't exactly call out for a male name."

Now John was confused. Dianne hadn't said anything about how to deal with this sort of question. Even though he was sure she knew the short set would give John a very sissified look. "Dianne will have to answer that for you," John finally got out. "Let me escort you to the living room so I can introduce the two of you."

With the shoes clicking on the tile, John led Bill into the living room. He was thankful when he finally got on some carpet where the shoes were quiet, though he wasn't exactly sure why. "Bill, I'd like to introduce you to my lovely wife, Dianne. Dianne, My boss and your lover for tonight, Bill."

"I must say, now I can see why the girls at work vie for your attenton, Bill. John's description of you did you no justice what so ever. You're quite striking in person." John had never seen Dianne like this. She was eyeing Bill from head to foot, obviously undressing him with each pass of her eyes!

Bill had worn light tan trousers and a tan and white strip short sleeve shirt. The pants were tight in the crotch area, showing off his impressive package.

"And I have to say the picture I took from him this morning does you little justice as well," Bill's eyes were moving as well. Even though they had little to remove to know what was underneath.

If John had heard all this gooshy talk in almost any other circumstance, he would have though it was from a very bad screen play. But, from the looks to the couple, both were serious about their complements.

"Please, please, be seated Bill," Dianne gooshed.

As Bill set next to Dianne, an arm already around her neck, and his hand on her knee, John walked to the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers and to put the wine in he fridge. When he walked back the the living room he saw the two were in a deep kiss. Bill's hands were very busy as were Dianne's. At least the hands were outside the clothes, John thought, at least for now.

John cleared his throat and the couple seperated. "Would the two of you like anything to drink before dinner?" He was trying to be the perfect host. He knew that's what Dianne wanted.

They both requested the wine Bill had brought and John was quick to get it and two glasses. He remembered how the waiters did it at the high class restaurants and poured only a little in one of the glasses. Bill took it, and swirled the wine in his mouth, finally swallowing. After Bill gave his approval, John poured the couple each a glass.

Then John realized he should have got the wine holder Dianne had insisted on buying months ago and put the bottle in it, with some ice, of course. He quickly went to the kitchen and, after some looking, took the wine holder, filled it with Ice, put the wine in the ice and took it back to the living room.

Unfortunately, both Dianne and Bill had run out of wine while John was in the kitchen. He could tell by the look on Diann's face she was not happy. And, Bill didn't look very cheerful either.

"Is this the type of service we can expect from you tonight?" Dianne sneered the question.

"No Maam, I'm very sorry," John said quietly.

"Well, I think I'll leave it to my guest what we should do about this infraction," Dianne smiled in reply.

Somehow, John had the feeling he was being set-up. Bill looked the sissy clad man over and finally said, "I'm not sure about this, but I think that tiny tent he has in those cute shorts might be distracting him. We can either kick it down, or perhaps our sissy servant has another solution. What do you have to say sissy boy?"

Before John could reply, Dianne interjected, "Sissy-Boy! I like that. In fact that's what we'll call you tonight. Any problems with that Sissy-Boy?"

John was sure that no matter which question he answered first he'd be in trouble. He took a few seconds, but afraid that if he took too much time he'd be in trouble from both he finally chose to answer Dianne first. "Maam, if that's what you choose to call me, I'll happily answer to it."

John quickly added, "And sir, I think I might be able to take care of the tent in my shorts. If you both would excuse me so I can go to the bathroom, I'm sure it will no longer be a problem when I get back."

"I'm going to be nice - this time," Bill said smiling. "But, I don't think we should trust you in the bathroom all by yourself. God knows what you might do. No, I think you should take care of the problem right here in front of us. What do you think, dear?"

John couldn't believe Bill had called Dianne Dear. He'd only been here lass than 30 minutes and already terms of endearment? His little dickette stired at the total humiliation.

"I agree," Dianne replied. "But, I don't want to see that poor excuse for a dick. Not in the flesh. I think he should rub it through the shorts until the, er, tent is gone." Dianne smiled at her totally humiliated husband as his hand slowly moved to his hard peter.

Quickly she added, "Oh, and I think we should have a time limit. Afterall, he hasn't cum in over 6 months. Shouldn't take him long at all. Less than a minute, or you'll be pentalized, Sissy-Boy."

John took his thumb and fore-finger and tried to get ahold of his tiny penis. But, no matter what he did, he couldn't manage to grab it that way. Finally he just started rubbing it with his palm.

"No, use your fingers, you have 40 seconds," Dianne laughed.

His face turning red, John began rubbing the tiny shaft with the pads of his fingers. It felt good, but not near as good as having it between his thumb and fingers. He rubbed as fast as he dared. So fast the fabric began getting hot. And, before he could shoot his load, he hat to take his fingers away because the heat was beginning to hurt his dickette.

"20 Seconds. You'd better get back to work," Dianne said.

John put his fingers back to his still very hard peter. He looked at the couple as he began rubbing again and saw Dianne had her hand inside Bill's pants, through the zipper opening. He hadn't heard it being unzipped, so he wondered just how long she'd had her hand in there. Bill had his hand under Dianne's dress. It was obvious they were playing with each others sex. That explained the redness of their faces. John had initially thought it was because they were that pissed at him.

Just after Dianne said 'Times up! You loose!,' John shot his load. It was a lot for him, though not as much as normal men. Tears came to the whimpy husband's eyes at Dianne's words. He had no idea what the pentalty would be, but he was sure it wouldn't be pleasant.

"Move your hand to your side, Sissy-Boy," She said.

John did as instructed. Dianne leaned over to Bill and whispered something in his ear. John saw him smile and move his hand from under her dress. She too removed her hand from Bill's trousers and stood.

"Dianne, please," John cried. "I was so close.

"Sorry," Dianne replied. "You've got to learn that a deal is a deal. Now for you to receive my part of the punishment, spread your legs."

John once again did as instructed. And, almost faster than john could see Diann spun around and brought her fist up into his groin! He'd been expecting her to kick him there, so the fist came as a complete surprise.

The pain registered in his brain before it reached his balls. But all too soon he was bent over and falling on the floor. Neither tried to stop him. But, once he'd hit the ground moaning and grabbing his manhood, he heard Dianne, "We don't want to see you playing with yourself anymore Sissy-Boy. Get your hands away from that useless thing."

It took all of John's concentration, but he managed to move his hands away from his throbbing balls. The pain was the worst he'd ever experienced and concentration was hard.

""Now, get up off the floor, whimp," Dianne snarled. "There can't be that much pain. Afterall, there's not much there." Slowly John got to his feet. The pain was subsiding. Afraid of what might happen if he didn't stand straight, he managed to do so without being told.