Wedding Belle

My name is Sandy Baker. In school I got teased because Sandy could be considered a girl's name. I got picked on a lot actually. I was a bit short, never grew beyond 5'5", and always too skinny. While most people have trouble losing weight, I am one of those people that had the opposite problem. No matter how hard I tried, I could never seem to get any bigger. So as a child and a teen, I got pushed around and teased a lot by the big bullies in our school. Nor was I strong enough to do much about it.

Out of high school I got a job at a law office called Clayton, Ludlow and Berringer. At first it was just filing paperwork, and then I began entering things into the computer system, and answering phones. Although I hate to admit it, over time the position evolved into the role of a legal secretary. I did typing, and administrative work for the firm's fifty attorneys. It wasn't a great job, but it wasn't a bad one either. It paid me just enough to take care of my small apartment.

While I was at CL&B, I met Cindy. Cindy Benge. One of the attorneys at the firm. When she started working there she was just out of Boston Law School. You couldn't help but notice her. All the men did. Cindy was an absolute knockout. One of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. She was about five years older than me, and as statuesque as a model, 5'10", with shoulder length golden blonde hair, a face like the actress Naomi Watts, and a figure as voluptuous as a Playboy bunny. When she strutted through the office in her knee length skirts and 3" patent leather heels, the way her hips swayed back and forth, it sent shock waves through the entire office. Papers blew up on desks, and men's heads turned like they were pulled on a string.

I could tell that Cindy was quite hip to the leering looks and snide sexual comments the male attorneys made about her, so she turned her nose up at them. She didn't give them the time of day. Funny though, whenever she needed something filed or typed, she gave me a huge smile, one that practically knocked me out of my chair.

Every man in the building seemed like they were trying to get Cindy into bed, well, that was, except for me. Which was maybe why she talked to me. I was non-threatening.

As Cindy was new, and the women seemed put off by her appearance, I noticed the first couple weeks that she worked at CL&B, she kept pretty much to herself. She ate her lunch alone in the cafeteria, or brought her lunch and sat outside under a tree with a book.

One day while she was outside reading, I was going to eat outside too, but grew nervous when I saw her. I didn't want her to think I was just like all the other guys and just out to flirt with her. So I quietly found a bench outside on the other side of the square, sat and began to eat.

Much to my surprise, Cindy seemed to notice my presence, picked up her lunch and her book, and strutting straight for me, asked if she could join me.

"Sure," I mumbled, almost choking on my tuna fish sandwich.

She sat on the bench. I noticed she was reading Paradise Lost by John Milton. Not exactly light fare.

"How long have you worked here Sandy?" she asked, sipping her Starbucks coffee.

"Five years," I said quietly, brushing crumbs off my slacks.

"You're like me. You don't seem to have any friends in the office."

I shrugged. "The associates all hang out with the other associates. So do the partners and the other secretaries. I just do my work and go home."

"Well, I could certainly use a friend here," Cindy said smiling, "and I have a feeling you could too."

I blushed and chewed on my sandwich, unsure what to say. I was afraid to open my mouth, and say something stupid, making Cindy change her mind.

"You do a good job," she said, studying me. "But you are so quiet. Are you always so shy?

"Not always," I shrugged. "I just don't know that I'm in your league. I mean, you're an attorney. You're smart, you've got a great career ahead of you. I barely got through high school. I work as a legal secretary. While you're in court, I'm making coffee for attorneys that can't even remember my name... and I've been here for five years."

Cindy smiled at me prettily. "That's the most I've heard you say since I've known you. I think I'm going to like you."

"I don't know why you would even want to waste your time with me. I've got no education... and no future. You've got dozens of handsome, successful, rich men chasing you. For me, renting a movie on Pay-for-View is an exciting night."

The woman laughed. "Most of the men here are stuck up creeps. You're honest. And... I think you're cute."

I almost choked on my potato chips. "Thank you," I replied awkwardly, "Everyone around here seems to think you're quite beautiful."

"What do you think?" she asked softly.

I looked her straight in the eye. "I think you're the most incredible woman I've ever met."

Cindy's flashed me a smile bright as a flash bulb.

Thus began the start of a beautiful friendship.

When we were at work, I devoted myself to Cindy. I helped her find everything in the law library, and tried as best I could to help her research her cases, most of which had to do with insurance law.

"Pretty boring stuff," she said one night, when we were both working late.

We sat side by side in the law library, each of us on a computer, doing LexisNexis searches for recent court cases on malpractice insurance.

"It's okay," I said. "Are you getting tired? Do you want to go get some coffee?"

"That would be great," Cindy said, stretching and yawning.

The next thing I knew she had her arm around my shoulder. She looked at me, her golden hair in wisps around her pretty face, her eyes glazed with moisture. Then she pulled me to her and kissed me full on the mouth.

In complete shock, I almost swooned in her arms. My lips parted, as she explored my mouth with her lips and tongue. The room was spinning. And I was feeling breathless.

I broke away. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm sorry," Cindy said taking her arm from around my shoulders and moving away. "I didn't mean to attack you. I just had a moment of weakness. That's all."

I gulped and tried to figure out what had just happened. It was incredible just having someone as incredibly beautiful like Cindy just for a friend. To think that she might actually be interested in a shrimp like me... blew my mind.

Suddenly Cindy looked upset, like she might cry. She pushed back her chair, and excused herself. "I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow Sandy."

Like a complete idiot I sat there, in total shock, not having a clue what to do. Later as I drove home to my apartment I kicked myself for being such a slow-thinking, dim-witted clod. Why hadn't I kissed her back? What if I've now insulted her, and never got another chance?

The following day Cindy seemed slightly aloof to me. She avoided my desk all day. Finally I went around to her office, and asked her if I could get her some coffee.

"No thank you Sandy. I don't need a thing," she said, concentrating on her computer, not looking me in the eye.

"W-what are you doing for lunch? Could we eat outside together? It's a beautiful day. I made us each a salad and I brought you some strawberries and cantaloupe, that I know you'll like."

Cindy shook her head and tried not to smile. "Sandy, I'm sorry about yesterday. I just needed a hug, that's all."

"Please. Can we talk about this later, at lunch?" I asked, looking around, afraid one of the other secretaries would over-hear us.

Still not looking at me, she replied, "I'll think about it."

When I got back to my desk I had e-mailing waiting. My heart leapt when I saw that it was from Cynthia Benge. "Meet me outside at 12:15."

I sighed with relief. Maybe I would get another chance after all.

Later, after we sat outside on the bench and were finished eating, I asked Cindy if she wanted to take a walk in the park beside the office complex. It was a beautiful summer day, and she agreed.

As soon as we were in the trees, Cindy reached out and took my hand.

I stopped and looked at her. "I'm sorry about yesterday," I said. "I was just in a state of shock. You know I adore you. I just didn't think a woman like you could even be attracted to a guy like me that way."

"Shut up, and just hug me," she said.

There on the path in the park surrounded by cool pines, we held each other. Once more Cindy's lips sought out mine. Only this time I was ready. I kissed back.

From that moment on, our relationship changed. We ate quickly each day at lunch and spent the rest of our hour break necking like two teenagers either in the park or in her BMW.

Soon we were spending all our time together. All day at work. Then dinner together. The movies. We went to the local state fair together. Bowling. Volleyball at the YMCA. We signed up for an Insurance Law class together. She read me selections of poetry. And I would cook for her. I loved doting on her, doing whatever I could to make her smile, and the easiest way seemed to be through her stomach. I was a fairly good chef, and made her shrimp with pasta... chicken with rice... she loved spinach salads with mushrooms and a ranch salad dressing that I made myself.

The only thing that was at all odd, or should have given me an omen of things to come - was Cindy's request after lunch one day.

As we strolled back to the office hand in hand, she said, "Muffin," she said. Cindy had this bizarre way of speaking that included calling me all of these silly pet names. She asked, "Would you do something for me?"

"Anything," I said.

"I want you to grow out your hair." She ran her fingers through my short dark locks. "You have such pretty hair. I'll bet if you grew it out longer, it would be beautiful."

I shrugged. "Sure," I said. It would save me money on haircuts. And if it Cindy think I looked more attractive with long hair, so much the better.

When it came to intimacy, Cindy could kiss like a teenager. But she stopped at first base. She admitted she was not a virgin (and I admitted that I was), but that she did not want our relationship to become sexual unless we were married.

"Sandy, I really do want to get closer to you. I want to sleep with you. But I've made those kinds of mistakes before, and I'm never going to make them again."

Six months later, one night at Cindy's beautiful loft apartment in the city, while we were smooching on her sofa, I could tell that she was getting extremely aroused. Her breathing was coming faster and faster. She seemed to be gurgling, groaning in frustration and anguish.

Pushing me down on the couch, she climbed on top of me, and kissing me passionately, she began to gyrate her pelvis against my hip bone. Her hips thrust against me, faster and faster. She rubbed her pubic area against me, round and round, till finally she froze... arched her back... closed her eyes and gasped.

After a blissful pause, she collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. Finally she seemed to recover, pecked me on the lips, and said, "Darling, that was wonderful. I'm sorry, but I really needed that." She shook her head and giggled. "I feel like I practically raped you."

A month later, in the middle of July we took an entire week off together. We both loved the ocean, so we decided to rent a cute little motel room at a beach front place called the Royal Hawaiian Hotel. The room was small, with two double beds, Cindy decided on the place mostly because of the pool. It was 50 meters across, with a two diving boards and a little island in the middle. We spent the first day there unpacking and then sitting by the pool reading books, and soaking up the sun. Afterwards we went to the boardwalk and fed each other fresh seafood, shrimp, crab and raw clams.

Later that night as we strolled hand-in-hand down the beach in the moonlight, Cindy turned to me, hugged me with her arms around my waist, and said, "Sandy, will you marry me?"

My heart soared like it was airborne. I was shocked, but this time I didn't have to think. I just reacted. "Yes. A thousand times yes," I said.

"Oh darling, you've just made me the happiest woman in the world," Cindy said kissing me deeply. "Let's get married tomorrow. By the justice of the peace. In the morning we'll go shopping for rings, and by tomorrow night - we'll be husband and wife."

"All right," I said happily. I felt so light-headed, it felt like I was floating in a dream.

That night, in our motel room, Cindy put on a sexy, see-through white negligee, and slipped from her bed into mine.

"Now that we're engaged," she said snuggling up beside me. "I don't see why we can't sleep together."

"This is wonderful," I sighed as Cindy wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled me to her.

Somehow our body language felt reversed. Cindy was taller than me, and physically more dominating. The way she pulled my face to the nape of my neck... felt like the way I should be holding her. She held me like a man, with her arms wrapped around my shoulders, running her fingers through my long hair. Something felt backwards, but I sighed and just went with it. I never felt happier or more excited in my entire life.

"Sweetie," Cindy said, climbing on top of me. "I suppose I'm still a little old fashioned, because I still don't think we should have sex until our wedding night. But, you are so cute, you have me so turned on... "

Similar to the night on her couch in the city, she began to rub the crotch of her silk white panties against my hip bone. Listening to her, feeling her grinding against my body, sensing how wet she became, got me quite excited myself.

I was wearing a pair of sweat pants, boys jockey shorts and a white t-shirt. My own sex began to rise, and as Cindy flailed up and down on my thigh, humping me like a dog, my penis began to rub up and down in my shorts. I wanted to thrust it against Cindy's side - but didn't dare. I was too afraid she might think I was perverted, especially since she said didn't want to have sex till our wedding night - tomorrow night!

After about thirty minutes of steamy dirty dancing, eventually Cindy went into over-drive. Her breath came faster and faster, gasping in time with her pussy as it rubbed against my hip. Till finally she cried out softly - froze for long seconds - and collapsed on top of me. For a few minutes she lay, breathing in gasps like she'd just run a marathon.

"Oh God, that was good," Cindy purred. "We are going to have so much fun in bed together. You have no idea my little cherub." She grabbed my cheeks and kissed me greedily, devouring my lips and invading me with her tongue.

"Come here," Cindy said, moving a warm hand across my chest, and down my belly. "Did you like that? Is your thing... hard?" Her fingers slid beneath the waistband of my green Eagles sweat pants... and teased the lip of my white jockey shorts.

My entire body quivered in anticipation.

"When we kiss... does it make you horny baby?" A lone fingernail explored inside my briefs... scratching at my thin pubic hair.

"Oh Cindy, you know I love you so much!" I cried.

"Yes pumpkin, I know. But you never try anything." She bit my earlobe. "It makes me wonder if you're really a man at all. Sometimes I think of you more like a girlfriend, than a boyfriend."

"Really!?" I said sitting up a little in bed.

"Yes," Cindy said pursuing me across the sheets, her hand diving into my jockey shorts. "I'm beginning to wonder if you really even have a penis." Her fingers closed around my erection.

"Oh yes!" I gasped.

"Oh no! You really are a girl! I can't find anything!"

I froze. "What!? What are you talking about. Of course I have one!"

She squeezed my erection tighter and tighter, like she had it in a vice. "No, no, I can't seem to find it."

"Cindy, you're hurting me!" I squealed.

"Oh, I'm sorry..," she giggled, releasing me. "Aw, my poor little baby." Gently she rubbed a finger beneath the tip. "I think maybe I found something."

"Cindy, please don't tease me like this... "

"My goodness," she whispered, rubbing her fingertip lightly up and down the shaft. "You do have one. Here it is. A little one... my girlfriend has a penis. And it's quite hard."

All I could do was moan and groan as I tried thrusting my hips, to rub my aching peter against her hand.

"It's so cute. Like a little baby penis. I feel like I want to put a bow around it," she laughed, giving my penis a parting pat, and withdrawing her hand. "Good night little peepee. I'll see you tomorrow night. We have a date. Now let's go to sleep."

"What!?"

"Come on," she said sliding her arm around my neck and drawing my face to her sheer white chemise and the outline of her smallish breasts. "Time for beddy bye."

"But... but... you have me so turned on. What about me?" I pleaded nervously.

"Tomorrow my darling," Cindy said kissing the top of my head. "Tomorrow I want you to make love to me. On our wedding night. You can do that for me, can't you baby? You can wait a few more hours, can't you?"

"Yes, I suppose," I said gritting my teeth.

Minutes later the rise and fall of Cindy's chest told me she was fast asleep.

As I lay there beside her, my entire body was so charged up by her sweet touches, that the tent in my shorts was still throbbing. There was no way I was falling asleep. Not until a certain part of my anatomy let loose.

Waiting till deep in the night, still in utter agony, unable to sleep, I slid my right hand slowly from my side to the front of my briefs. Slowly, careful not to wake Cindy, I began to stroke and fondle myself. The more excited I became, and the closer to orgasm, I began to lose control of my body, which began to shake and I began to moan as I was about to...

"Just what do you think you are doing!?" Cindy cried. My movements had awakened her. Instantly she realized my intentions, and grabbed my wrist. "Don't you dare!"

I was so close to cumming that for a few seconds, I tried to break free... just another few strokes and all the pent up energy inside of me would explode.

"NO!" Cindy said, forcefully moving my hand aside.

"Why not!?" I cried. "You had one," I said defiantly.

"What, my fiancée wants to masturbate, when he could have me?"

"Cindy! It's not that at all! I just... "

"You can't wait? You can't wait 24 hours to make love to your wife? Can't you control your own body?"

"Cindy, I couldn't sleep! I thought if maybe I... "

"That you what? That you jerked off into your panties?"

"They're not panties, they're jockey shorts!" Completely mortified, I rolled away from her. I moved to the far side of the bed and lay with my back to her.

Cindy chased after me. "Stop! You're behaving like a little girl." She reached her hand between my legs, grasping my aching erection. "What? You want to explode?"

"YES!"

She let go of my erection, and used both arms to twist me around and return me to nuzzling against her neck. "Stop it! Stop acting like a baby, or I'll treat you like one."

"What, only you are allowed to have orgasms?" I whimpered.

Cindy tapped a finger against my nose. "Someone has to be in control. Because you obviously have no discipline."

For a minute I fumed. So this was the way it would be? I would be forced to submit to her will? This would be our marriage? The rest of my life...

"Stop it," Cindy said, slapping my bottom playfully. "Stop behaving like a spoiled brat. And just go to sleep. I promise you my darling, that waiting will make everything all the sweeter for you tomorrow."

I sighed. It appeared that this would be the life I had signed on for. It would be Cindy's way or the highway. And there wasn't a thing I could do about it. She was older, and smarter, and more powerful in the legal world... she had the better paying job... the nicer apartment, the better car, the better everything.

"All right," I said, twisting my head and kissing Cindy's check. "Whatever you say dear."

Cindy chuckled. "That is the proper reply my sweet strumpet. Good night my love."

Good night my eye. Within ten minutes Cindy was soon fast asleep again, but here it was 3:00 a.m., and I am still wide awake!

Just to be safe, I waited till 4:00 a.m., before attempting to finish relieving myself. As much as I wanted to wait till our wedding night, my body was wound up like a spring. There was just no way I was going to fall asleep, nor did I want to appear groggy and half-asleep on my wedding day, the happiest day of my life. I had to masturbate!

Just to be on the safe said, I waited till 4:30 a.m. before attempting another espionage mission inside my underpants.

As Cindy breathed evenly beside me, her arms wrapped about my shoulders, as careful as a soldier picking his way through a mine field, I began to stroke up and down.

This time I was doubly careful not to lose control... not to shake the bed or disturb my very hard-headed fiancée. This would be a controlled orgasm. A purely physical exercise so that I could get some shut-eye.

"Just what on earth do you think you are up to missy!?"

Good grief.

"I can't believe you," Cindy said shaking her head. She climbed out of bed.

"Where are you going? What are you doing?" I said fearfully, wanting to keep touching myself, but afraid of Cindy's wrath.

The light went on in the bathroom. "I can't believe that I'm going to have to do this. But you've given me no choice." I heard her rummaging around in her purse.

Cindy whisked back into the room, looking especially heart-stopping in her sheer white teddy that left so much of her gorgeous, curvaceous body bare. I nearly came in my underpants just looking at her.

In her right hand she carried a white wash cloth. In her left a collection of clear plastic pieces.

Pining me down on the bed with her elbow, she lay several clear curved pieces of plastic between my legs and yanked down my sweatpants and jockey shorts. Holding me like she was a lady wrestler, she pulled my clothes completely off, so that I was bottomless in bed beside her.

Could it be she was going to finally let me have my way... maybe by performing oral sex on me... could it be that this delicious creature that was soon to be my wife was going to let me cum...?

"I'm sorry it had to be this way," she said holding the white wash cloth against my testicles. It was filled with ice! "But you've given me no choice."

I shrieked as she firmly held a handful of ice cubes against my painfully frustrated member. "Calm down, hush my pet," Cindy soothed.

She pulled the ice away, examining my shrunken penis like an old prune.

"Any smaller, I'll need a magnifying glass," she chuckled.

"Cindy, that's not fair! Please don't talk about me that way! You're going to give me a complex."

Cindy laughed, infinitely amused by my displeasure. "What? I'm only being honest my darling. It doesn't matter to me that you're on the small side. I've been with hung men before, and most of them are absolutely Neanderthals. No my princess. I much prefer your pretty little penis."

Taking the pieces of clear plastic tubing from the bed she fit a contraption over and around my frozen, shriveled member. It looked sad, like a helmeted prisoner trapped in a tiny, barred cage. Cindy produced a tiny padlock and snapped it through a hole in the ring beneath my balls.

"Don't worry, I have the key."

"I don't understand. What ... why... ?"

"It's a CB-2000 chastity device."

"But I can't... "

"You can't masturbate, or even get hard when it's on. That will keep you under control until tomorrow."

"You will take it off tomorrow," I said desperately.

Cindy grinned and kissed me on the cheek. "Of course snookums. Tomorrow is our wedding night. I can't wait to let the little tiger loose."

I tried to smile. All her comments about my endowment were starting to worry me. I wanted desperately to be able to make love to Cindy like any true man would. I wanted to make her scream in ecstasy just the way she did when she humped her pelvis against my hipbone. I wanted desperately to be her man, her lover, the one that pleased her like no other. How could I want anything less? She was the ultimate woman.

By this time it was 5:00 a.m. Saturday morning. At that point I actually fell off to sleep with my arms and legs entwined with Cindy's. She let me sleep till 11:00, at which time she woke me.

I stretched and yawned. "Can you take that thing off me now?"

Cindy sipped a Starbucks coffee. She was already dressed and had been out to fetch us breakfast. Eggs and pancakes steamed on the little motel room table.

"Come eat first," Cindy said beckoning me to join her.

"But I don't have any pants on."

"Here," she said throwing me her short white silk robe. "Just put this on."

"But this is yours. I have a robe," I said, meaning, I'd rather wear a man's robe than woman's clothes.

"But mine will look so much sexier on you," Cindy grinned sitting and munching on an English muffin.

To amuse her, and feeling awkward about the chastity device belted to my manhood, I quickly covered myself with her robe.

I sat across from her and helped myself to a ham and cheese omelet. She'd gotten everything, orange juice, home fries, and even French toast down at the diner on the corner.

"You look so cute," Cindy beamed across the table at me. "I love how your hair is getting longer. It's so pretty. I knew you'd have beautiful hair."

I munched thoughtfully. "You're going to take this thing off after we're done eating? So I can get dressed... "

"After you take your shower," Cindy said evasively.

After my shower, Cindy said, "After you get dressed."

"But I want it off now, so I can get dressed!"

"Just leave it on for now. While we're out shopping, I don't want you trying to run to the men's room to wank yourself."

"Cindy! I would never do that!"

"I don't know, not after the way you behaved last night. I have a feeling you're a regular little masturbator. Do you masturbate a lot? More than once a day?"

"Cindy!" I said red-faced. "Not at all! Never! Once a week that's all, if that much," I lied.

Cindy chewed and nodded, seeing through me. "You're not a very good liar. I have a feeling you're probably playing with yourself a couple times a day. My fiancé, my husband to be, is a dirty little masturbator."

"Cindy! Please don't talk that way!"

"I think you need to leave that thing on there," Cindy said handing me a piece of white silk cloth. "You need to prove to me that you can be trusted."

"What is this?" I asked looking a pair of women's lacey panties.

"I want you to put them on."

"What!? What on earth ever for!?"

Looking exasperated, Cindy cried: "Will you just listen to me for once without an argument! Just put them on! I bought them especially for you. For this weekend. For our wedding day."

"But for God's sake Cindy, women's underwear," I said looking at the tag, "from Victoria's Secrets?"

"Go ahead, and just put them on."

Feeling foolish I stepped into them and pulled them up.

"They look ridiculous," I grumbled. And I did too, with that damnable cage fitted around my crotch.

"Turn around. Look at your tush." I didn't realize it, but the material was completely see through in the rear. "They look adorable on you," Cindy giggled, patted my bottom, and told me to finish getting dressed.

The rest of the day went exactly as Cindy directed. After breakfast in a tiny corner diner, we went into the first jewelry store we could find on the boardwalk. We held hands as we looked among the jewelry cases. Or rather as Cindy looked. She asked me my thoughts on a pear shaped diamond.

"Just pick whatever you like," I said. She obviously knew more about jewelry than I did. "Whatever you want, is fine by me."

"Are you sure?" Cindy said sharply. "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Of course!" I said. "I don't know a thing about jewelry. Get what you want."

"So what do you think of this pear shaped diamond?

"I think it looks beautiful."

"You would wear something like that?"

My heart stopped. "That's a woman's ring."

"I thought you didn't know anything about jewelry," she grinned.

"I know enough to know that's a woman's ring. A man's wedding ring doesn't have a stone."

"I'm going to wear the band. I want you to wear the stone.

"But why!?" I cried. "I'm the man."

Cindy chuckled. "Are you so certain of that... my little cupcake?"

I clenched my fists, exasperated. "It's too expensive. It's five thousand dollars. I don't have that much money." In fact, I hardly had any money at all. Just $837 in the bank and $2200 in credit card bills.

Cindy hugged me, infinitely amused. "You needn't worry about that. I'm taking care of everything. I have plenty of cash. So what will it be?" she asked softly. "Do you want me to get the salesperson or not?"

"I hadn't expected you to want me to wear the woman's ring."

"Darling," Cindy said, kissing my cheek, and waving to a smart looking business woman. "You're going to be the wife in this relationship. Haven't you figured that out yet?"

"Cindy!" I cried. My eyes widened as the saleswoman smiled, amused by my fiancé's comment.

"Can I help you?" the woman smiled primly.

I said nothing as Cindy pointed out the ring she wanted. The woman, whose nametag said "Rose" went to measure Cindy's ring finger.

"No, no," she chuckled, "Sandy will wear that one. I want the matching wedding band. The gold one."

The woman looked at me, a bit confused. "All right Miss. Let me have your ring finger."

I wanted to die. I looked at Cindy horror struck. This stupid lady thought I was a woman. The glimmer in her eye was that she thought we were a couple of lesbians.

Cindy read everything that was going on in my mind, and unseen by Rose, she slipped her arm around my waist and gave my bottom a playful pat. "Go ahead girlfriend." She gave me neck a gentle kiss. "I want to see how your engagement ring looks on you."

Rose slipped the sample ring up my finger. "This should fit you."

It fit beautifully. Cindy beamed as she moved my hand, admiring the way the stones glittered.

"You'll want the wedding ring that goes with it," said Rose.

"Yes we will," Cindy said softly, kissing me and squeezing me in joy.

By the time we left the jewelry store, it was time for lunch. We ate at the friendly diner on the corner, and then went back to our motel room to put on our bathing suits and spend a few hours sunning on the beach.

By that time I'd been wearing the clear, curved CB-2000 for several hours and had almost forgotten it was there. As I undressed, I grimaced as I looked down at myself. Hastily I removed the white silk panties Cindy had me wear.

"Can't you take it off now!?" I pleaded. "Haven't I proven myself yet? I can't wear this under my bathing suit, it will show. Everyone will be able to see."

"Do you really care so much what other people think?" Cindy said loftily. "What about what I think? I'm the one you're marrying. Not everyone else. I'm the one you're going to live with."

"That reminds me," I asked. "Where are we going to live when we go back. Your place or mine?"

She laughed as if I'd just made a joke. "Mine of course. Here, put this on."

"Good Lord! I'm not wearing a woman's one piece bathing suit! Cindy, this is going too far!"

"But look at the bottom Its got a fringe. If you're so nervous about someone seeing your chastity belt under your boy's bathing suit, just wear this. Or how about this?" She rummaged through her clothes in a drawer, withdrawing a bright orange towel. "Wrap it around your little boy's speedo like a sari and wear it like that. No one will notice."

I handed her the one-piece back. After I pulled on my navy blue speedo, she wrapped the orange cloth around my waist like a skirt.

Grudgingly, I went along. What else could I do?

We found a good spot on the beach near the surf, where we could enjoy watching the other sunbathers and walk to the water. Occasionally when she got too hot and sweat began to bead on her perfectly proportioned body, Cindy bid me join her in the waves.

"No, I'm not that hot," I said nervously. I was afraid to take off my sari, lest anyone notice the oversized bulge in my bathing suit.

"You're afraid," Cindy said shaking her head in amusement. "You're afraid someone will see the huge bulge in your crotch... and think you've got a big package."

"Well... I wasn't really afraid of that... "

"Good. Then come join me. You only have to walk from our towels to the water. No one is going to notice. And if they do, they're just going to think that you're hung like a Doberman. That's all."

Blushing, but encouraged, I got up and let the sari drop. Quite playfully, Cindy's eyes went right to the curved bulge in my speedo. Play acting, her eyes widened, and she held her hands to her cheeks. "Oh my Lord! You're hung like King Kong," she said loudly. Then she ran off laughing to dive into the waves, where she swam like a fish.

Feeling awkward, like I was walking funny, I hurried down to the water's edge where cautiously I followed Cindy into the surf.

I'd never learned to swim, and Cindy moved through the water like an Olympic champion.

"Come on," she called. "Come on out here. It's not that deep! You just float with the waves."

I clung to the waist deep water, where I got pounded and knocked down by the waves over and over. But it was better than drowning, or getting eaten by sharks.

Feeling refreshed, her hair dripping, she emerged from the water like Aphrodite on a half shell... or maybe more like a James Bond girl in a hot orange bikini... with curvaceous hips and a pair of single scoop ice cream cup sized breasts.

"That was fun!" Cindy said throwing herself down on her towel. "Put some sun tan lotion on my back, will you honey bear?"

"Sure," I said, re-wrapping the sari around my waist. I'd caught a couple of girls on the next set of beach towels staring at my crotch and whispering.

Sitting on Cindy's rump, I rubbed #15 sun block on my girlfriend's strong shoulders. "I didn't realize you had all of these muscles in your back," I said massaging creamy liquid across her pink flesh.

"I swam on my high school and college swim teams," she said, arms crossed under her chin. "And I still swim, in the master's program at the YMCA twice a week. It helps to keep me in shape."

I dare say it did. In her bathing suit, at 5'10" and me at 5'5" and scrawny as can be, I felt my insides shudder slightly as I realized that my girlfriend, my wife-to-be, was undoubtedly more physically powerful than I was. Mentally, morally, financially, and now even physically, I realized this woman had me beat.

We left the beach around 3:00 and went back to the Royal Hawaiian Hotel to shower and get changed. "We'll get married, then we'll go get some dinner," Cindy said, then looked at me sadly. "I hope you don't feel like you're being cheated out of a big wedding."

"No! Not at all. I never cared for all the fuss people make This is much better. More personal and private."

"Good," Cindy purred as she stripped off her bathing suit and padded naked into the bathroom. I followed, leaving my speedo on, not wanting to walk around in my embarrassing cage.

Standing behind her, I watched her lean over into the tub to turn on the shower spigots. When she did I noticed the deep tan lines around her back and bottom where her bikini had covered her pearly white flesh.

God, what a lucky man I was! Looking at her round white ass, it's perfectly engineered shape, made my insides flutter. I gasped, and moaned in pain, as my penis tried to rise and ran into the bars of it's chastity cage.

Cindy glanced over her shoulder at my pained expression. "Take off your bathing suit and get in with me."

"When are you going take this thing off me!?" I whined as I pushed my speedo to the floor. There was no hiding the way my member had swollen and was pressed up against the clear bars of the CB-2000.

Cindy climbed into the shower, and pulled me in after her. The water felt heavenly after being outside in the sun all day. It cascaded over Cindy's apple-sized white breasts, and coursed in little rivulets across her tanned shoulders.

Taking the soap, she handed it to me with a wash cloth and told me to scrub her body. As I did so, being this close, feeling her wet, warm body rubbing against mine, I continued to whimper and moan as my captured little prisoner throbbed in its cage.

When she noticed how I was squirming as my manhood swelled and turned red, filling the tight confines of the CB-2000, she took the hand-held shower head, turned the water on cold, and directed it at my crotch.

"OH! Please don't! It's freezing!"

"This will cool your ardor a bit," she said. She continued to spray the icy stream at my poor, frustrated organ, until it shriveled down to withered nubbin of flesh. "There, that's much better. Now we can wash in peace."

She adjusted the spigots back to a warm stream of water and returned the shower head to its bracket on the wall. Then she took the soap and wash cloth from me, and scrubbed my whole body.

When she got to my crotch, the way she lathered up my restrained testicles, I was afraid that I would get aroused once more, meaning another cold shower, but fortunately my poor, confused little flesh remained soft.

"Cindy, I've had that thing on all night and all day. Can't you please take it off now?"

"What, so you can play with yourself. Not a chance. You can wait a few more hours," she said giving my hairless testicles a parting pat.

After we'd dried each other off, and went to get dressed, I discovered that the maid must have knocked a cup of coffee onto all my clothes in my suitcase.

"This is what I was going to wear tonight! It's my best shirt and slacks! And now they're ruined."

"That is a shame," Cindy said shrugging.

"I can't wear my bathing suit to get married," I groaned.

"Well, I brought plenty of clothes. You can wear something of mine," Cindy said hopefully.

"NO! I'm not wearing women's clothes to get married! We can run back to the shops. I'll buy something. I'll put it on my credit card."

"I thought you said you'd reached your credit limit?"

"Cindy, you've got to help me. I'll pay you back."

Shaking her head no, my fiancée rummaged through her drawer and selected a pair of white Capri pants and a white blouse. "These will fit you just fine. I was going to wear them out to dinner later. But I can just keep on my dark business suit."

Mortified, but not knowing what else to do, I let Cindy dress me in another pair of white panties, her white slacks and a sheer white sleeveless blouse.

"With all the color you got today on the beach, it looks marvelous on you," she said giving me a kiss on the lips. "It's just a shame you don't have better sandals, and my heels are all too big for you. You've got very dainty feet for a man."

Once we were dressed, Cindy called me into the bathroom where I sat on the commode as she put on a little makeup. She did her eyes, rouged her cheeks slightly, and then slapped on some lipstick.

"Come here for a minute. Stand up. I want to put some eye makeup on you."

"Cindy! Now that's just going a bit too far."

"You must not have slept very well last night. You've got dark circles under your eyes. I just want to put a little foundation and power on you. You don't have to wear eye shadow or mascara... although a little eyeliner would bring out your green eyes quite nicely."

Whimpering, unable to say a word, I stood silently as Cindy dabbed brushes beneath and around my eyes.

"Let me look."

"Not yet. Not until I'm done."

"What are you doing? I though you were just taking care of the dark circles. Why are you doing that to me?"

"It's just a little mascara and a little powder. Relax. You look adorable."

Finally when she was done adding a smear of lip gloss she let me look at myself in the mirror.

I admit, I was shocked. With my long hair now down to my shoulders, in a women's blouse, Capri pants, and a touch of makeup, I actually looked like a real girl.

Cindy stood behind me, and wrapped her arms around my waist, drawing me to her. Behind me, her face over my shoulder, she looked absolutely radiant.

"You look so gorgeous," she said kissing my neck affectionately. "I want to tear all of your clothes off and rape you right now." She twisted me around so that I was facing her, and kissed me passionately. For some strange reason, seeing me dressed like this undoubtedly had an affect on her. The way she was moving against me, grinding her hips into mine, I was soon moaning in agony as the chastity cage cut off the blood flow to my groin.

It took a noticeable effort for Cindy to break away. She was breathing hard, looking quite flustered. "Oh God, you have me so turned on. I can't wait to get you back here!"

I smiled, but felt some confusion. If dressing this way obviously enflamed my fiancé, I guess I could endure it for a couple of hours. Why not? It was almost like playing dress up on Halloween. It was a small price to pay for the honor of marrying such an incredibly gorgeous, desirable woman such as Cindy.

Walking down main street to city hall, I felt like everyone had to be staring at me, laughing at the boy in girl's clothes and makeup.

"Will you just relax," Cindy said taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. "You look half scared to death. Take it easy. You look fantastic."

Cindy was right. People either paid me no mind at all, or if they did, they just looked at me, some rather warmly. One young handsome man couldn't seem to stop staring at me. Then, just as he walked past, he winked at me!

"Did you see that?" I gasped. "Was that for you?"

"No darling, he was flirting with you. Not me," Cindy grinned. "How do you feel, knowing some men find you desirable this way?"

"Cindy! You know I'm not gay!"

Cindy only laughed. "Don't worry my princess. I'll protect you."

The wedding service included more surprises. The city mayor said his spiel, and we exchanged vows, only Cindy jumped in first and said the man's vows, leaving me to repeat those of the wife. Feeling utterly beaten, I just went along. When we were finished, a balding fat man in a pin-striped suit announced us "man and wife."

When we kissed, Cindy nearly devoured me. Her hands were all over my body.

"Cindy!" I cried breaking away, trying to catch my breath.

The mayor hid a smile.

From city hall we went to a fancy restaurant in a casino and had a romantic, candle lit dinner. As we ate we both had a few drinks, and I was feeling slightly tipsy. Even the fact that the waiter seemed to think that I was a girl, and kept calling me "Miss," didn't even bother me. I found myself laughing along with Cindy, who found the entire situation entirely "perfect."

After dessert, we walked down to the beach, kicked off our shoes and walked barefooted along the sand under a starry sky.

At the water's edge we kissed. On the soft sand, with Cindy so much taller than me, I found myself going up on tip-toes to reach her.

"Do you want me to let the little soldier out now?" she asked softly. "Here. Would you like to make love to me on the beach?"

I looked around quickly. We seemed to be alone.

"Oh my God yes Cindy! I would love nothing better in the whole world."

"Take off your pants," she said.

Afraid of being spotted, but at that point I would have taken my clothes off in the middle of Main Street if it meant finally making love to my beloved spouse.

I dropped my women's white slacks to my ankles, and pushed my panties down to my knees.

Smiling radiantly, Cindy removed her necklace, and using the small key, unlocked the CB-2000, and placed the plastic pieces safely in her purse.

Slyly, dancing her shapely broad hips, my beautiful bride turned her back to me, and did a strip tease. Slowly she removed her jacket and unbuttoned her white shirt. Grinning at me over her shoulder, looking like the goddess Aphrodite on the beach beneath the stars, my throat grew dry as I watched her wiggle her fanny out of her tight fitting knee-length dark, pin-striped skirt. With a flourish, she peeled off her bra and panties and placed everything neatly on a pile on the sand.

Finally she turned around to face me, naked in the moonlight. Like a vision out of a XXX-porno film, she got down on her knees in front of me.

"Come here little boy," Cindy said playfully. She waved her voluptuous, heart-shaped ass at me. "You do want me, don't you?"

She didn't have to ask me a second time. I quickly dropped to my knees behind my incredibly desirable wife. I was so excited, my entire body shook like I had a fever.

"I've been waiting for this moment for so long, my darling," she said smiling at me over her shoulder. "Don't make me wait any longer. Put your hard little peepee in me... "

"Oh yes Cindy!" I cried excitedly. My entire body trembled as I fumbled and pointed my throbbing male member at her glistening gash.

I was so turned on... it just happened. I'd been teased and tormented for 24 hours... Cindy had me so worked up, that as soon as the head of my organ touched her moisture of her soft rosy skin... my penis went off like a loaded gun. Just that slight touch, caused my body to explode. Gobs of semen began spurting all over her pearly white bottom and lower back.

"Oh my!" Cindy cried, eyes wide with surprise She laughed, then quickly turned her face away from me so that I could not see her giggling.

Crying out in ecstasy, relief, frustration, and shame I howled like a Chihuahua at the moon. Thick gooey gobs, thick as tapioca pudding, flew across my new wife's perfectly shaped ass, leaving white speckles across her tan lines. And droplets all the way up her strong, muscular back.

When my eyes again began to focus, I saw that Cindy was now on her feet, her eyes flashing like an approaching lightning storm rumbling up the coast.

"Good Lord Sandy! You're not much of a man are you?" She twisted around, looking down at the splotches of semen dripping across her backside. "You're not only a habitual masturbator... you're a premature ejaculator!"

Grumbling that she needed to get cleaned off, I still knelt there on the sand with my drippy cock still in my hand, feeling like an absolute fool. My body went slack with the explosion of 24 hours worth of frustration - and my heart collapsed with it as I watched my nude bride run naked to the surf where she slashed water on her body, cleaning my mess.

Legs shaking, I rose and quickly pulled up my panties and my slacks. By the time Cindy got back she seemed to have cooled off slightly. Quite coolly, without looking at me, without a word, she pulled on her bra and panties.

I stood there stammering. "I-I'm really sorry honey! I couldn't help myself! You made me wear that thing for so long... I-I was so excited... I-It just happened! I'm sure that next time I'll do much better! I really will!"

"How do you even know there will even be a next time?" Cindy snapped, fixing her shirt and zipping up her skirt. "If you wanted to make love to me, as much as you claimed, this was your chance. The perfect romantic spot on the beach. Under the moonlight. Our wedding night... " Cindy shook her head. "That was quite a performance."

I was glad that it was dark so my wife could not see the tears forming in my eyes.

"I-I'm s-so s-sorry," I stammered.

"If you'd have wanted to make love to me... to impress me with your manly love-making abilities," she said mockingly, cutting me to the core. "That was your chance. A real man would have considered what I just offered you something special. Something sacred. But you blew it darling. Come on. Let's go back to the motel." She stormed off toward the outline of the Royal Hawaiian in the distance.

Chasing after her, I blubbered and tried to make excuses, which only seemed to irritate Cindy more. Carrying her heels, my new wife refused to even look at me.

As I chased after her, she shook her head. "Admit it, you make a better woman, than you do a man."

"I do not!" I cried horrified.

She glanced at me in my Capri pants and blouse, with my long hair streaming around my face in the ocean breeze.

"You run like a girl."

"That's not true!"

"Look at yourself," she said staring straight ahead. "You're so tiny and petite next to me. Between the two of us... who do you think would make the better man?"

"Cindy!"

"When people look at us, try to guess who they are going to think is the wife?"

"You of course! Once I put my man's clothing back on, people will know I'm the husband."

Laughing to herself like I'd just made a tremendous joke, my wife put the key into the door of our room and opened it. "I can only pray that you're tongue is more talented than your little pencil."

"Cindy, you know I'd do anything to please you!" I said chasing her inside.

I watched her close the door and lock it. She looked at me coyly. "Do you really mean that? Anything?"

"Of course! You know I love you dearly!" I said, my voice cracking with emotion. "Our marriage means everything to me."

"All right," Cindy purred. "I'll give you another chance. Now get undressed."

Sighing with relief, I tore off my blouse and Capri, stripping down to my sheer white panties, I cried enthusiastically. "Oh thank God! I'll do better. I swear it!"

While I sat on the edge of the bed, my beautiful wife turned on the clock radio, and to a rock ‘n roll song, did another strip tease, removing her dark business suit until she was down to her black bra and panties.

"Come here," she said, sprawling out on the bed beside me, posing. The very sight of her body was enough to make me make me quite aroused!

"If you can't perform as a man... hopefully you perform better as a woman... "

"W-What," I stammered, "do you mean by that?"

Laughing playfully, Cindy scooped me up with her strong arms, and pulled me to her side, where she kissed me. She looked at me, searching my eyes. "You really don't have a clue, do you?"

Squirming, I replied, "All I know is that I am now your husband. And I want to please you like a man should. I want to be your lover... "

Cindy ran her fingernails through my long hair, kissed me warmly, and growled, "You will my darling. You will."

The next thing I knew, she began fondling my turgid organ inside my silk panties. "Let's see... " I gasped and flinched as my penis twitched at her delicious touch. "If we can find your little dicklet... " She used the silk material to bring me very quickly to the brink of orgasm. "It must be in here somewhere... "

"Oh Cindy, you're going to make me..!" Before I could even finish the sentence I came in my panties. I cried out shrilly and my entire body jerked it responded to her touch.

As I lay there trying to catch my breath, Cindy sat up and unhooked her bra, letting her perfect breasts spill out. "I want you to make love to me now."

"But Cindy!" I gasped.

She wiggled out of her panties, and tossed them on the floor. "Come on. You said you wanted to be my husband. Perform your duties."

"But... but... but... "

Stretching out beside me, looking like the goddess of love herself beside me, she grabbed the crotch of my panties, making me yelp, embarrassed by the sticky mess inside.

"You're not even hard. Come on. Get it hard. Make passionate love to me... if that's what you want to do."

Red-faced, I stammered and burned my face in the nape of her neck, trying to hide. She must have known that she'd made me cum. Didn't she?

"Hm... What's the matter? Why are you so soft? What, don't I turn you on?"

She snuggled up against me, her full breasts pressed up against my frail chest.

"Go ahead. Take off your panties."

Feeling awful, I stripped off my undies, and used them to clean myself the best I could.

"You're still not hard? Touch yourself. Play with yourself if I don't excite you."

"This is so embarrassing," I gulped.

"Go ahead! You were so eager to masturbate last night. Let's see if you can get yourself hard now."

"I don't know what's wrong," I blushed, pulling at my spongy organ. Now that I'd cum, my penis just wouldn't respond. It felt like it was on sleeping gas.

"Come darling," she whispered. "You said you wanted to be my stud. Here is your chance again. You said you wanted to make up for cumming so quickly on the beach. Here's your second change. I might not give you a third."

"Oh no Cindy, please no," I cried desperately, wanting to cry. The pressure to perform, to serve as my awe-inspiring wife's lover, was having an overwhelmingly frightening affect on my body.

"It's not getting bigger, it's getting smaller," Cindy chuckled. "On the beach you came in like five seconds. And now you can't even get it up. You have to admit, cupcake... you're not much of a man, are you?"

"But I really do want to make love to you!"

"Not like this, you aren't," Cindy said giving my useless spongy testicles a squeeze. "Let's try something else."

With that she grabbed my head and pushed my face down between her thighs, ordering me to: "Lick!"

My nose grazed her shaven pussy. The smell of the beach mingled with her sexy musk.

Lick I did, like I was lapping at the tastiest ice cream cone in town. Two tiny kernels of sand flaked across my tongue.

"Now that's more like it," Cindy growled lustily.

She writhed and moaned, unable to keep still, as I found her little button, and flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth across it slowly.

"Oh darling, what you lack between your legs, you more than make up for it with your tongue. How did you ever learn to do that!?"

For the next 45 minutes, till my jaw was sore, my wife held onto my hair tightly, moving my head side to side and up and down... fucking my face with her hot, steamy love petals.

"Oh my God, I'm going to cum again!!" Cindy cried, her voice rising as she experienced a series of loud multiple orgasms.

The muscles in her thighs stiffened, her entire body flopped, she paused for several heart-stopping seconds, till finally she collapsed like a deflated balloon among a pile of piles.

"Oh my!" she said as she began to recover.

Wiping my wet chin on the sheets, I crawled up beside her, where my bride wrapped her strong arms around me, kissing me passionately.

"You are a lover! I think we've found your true talent."

"You liked it?" I asked weakly.

"I loved it," Cindy said kissing my face over and over happily. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, because something tells me you're going to be spending a lot of time down there."

"I'm so glad," I sighed and collapsed against her breasts, as she stroked my long hair. "I was so worried that I wouldn't be able to make you happy. I feel so much better now."

Cindy kissed the top of my head. "You don't have to worry about that crumpet," she said softly. "I suppose I was a bit hard on you earlier. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I have given you several opportunities now to be the husband you say you wanted to be... and you haven't exactly done very much with them."

Wincing, I said softly, "I really am sorry about that. Next time... "

My wife pressed her finger to my lips, stopping me from speaking. "There is not going to be a next time now. You don't get three chances. Not tonight."

"But Cindy, I..!"

"Stop! No more. You know that I'll always love you, and I'd never do anything to hurt you."

"You really do love me?" I said, looking up at her, eyes glistening.

"Of course I do," Cindy said softly, pulling me closer into the crook of her arm, kissing me gently. "I'm the one that asked you to marry me, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did," I smiled. Nor could I completely understand why. "You could have had any man you wanted. Nick Johnson. Ted Clark. Matt Williams." They were all big, young, athletic looking attorneys at the firm that all the legal secretaries were constantly drooling over. They'd all tried their best moves on Cindy, but she'd turned their nose up at them. "I'll never understand why you picked me... "

Cindy stroked my breasts, and pulled at my nipples. "You still don't completely understand me, do you? But you will. I don't want some Neanderthal trying to run my life. I'd much rather have a pretty, sensitive partner, that is more like a girlfriend, that truly loves me and respects me like you do pumpkin."

"Cindy!! Please don't tell me that's the way you think of me."

My wife laughed merrily. "What, you don't want to be my lesbian lover?"

"No," I said, brows knit. I felt a stirring in my loins. "I want to make love to you."

"So you want to try again?" she asked, jiggling my testicles. My penis sprouted quick enough to raise her eyebrows.

"Oh yes! Just one more chance! Please!"

Cindy gave my erection one quick stroke, and then sat up. "All right my darling," Cindy said climbing from the mattress. "But now it's my turn."

"What do you mean, your turn?"

Naked, her white tan lines glowing in the dim light through the motel curtains, I watched Cindy go to a bureau and open the top dresser drawer. "My turn to be the husband... and you the wife."

"What are you talking about?" I asked nervously.

I watched as she pulled a black leather harness around her waist.

"I'm going to make love to you this time."

Before my astonished eyes, I watched as my wife picked up a large, life-like looking dildo and pulled it through a silver ring in the harness over her pubic bone.

"Cindy, what are you doing?!"

"Well princess, isn't it obvious?" Cindy climbed back into bed, the monster between her legs swaying from side to side. "It's my turn. And I'm going to show you how you're supposed to make love to a woman."

I crawled backwards, scurrying away from her. "You can't be serious!!"

"What's the matter sweet cheeks," Cindy said grabbing my ankle, and pulling me back to the center of the mattress, "nervous? Does my manhood frighten you? Have you ever seen one this big before?"

She lay on top of me, flattening me down on bed, immobilizing me. She pressed her 8" dildo against my frightened, shrunken member.

Looking down between our bodies, she said, "Goodness. Yours looks so tiny, next to mine." Grinning, she added, "I guess that makes me the alpha male in this relationship, doesn't it?"

"Y-You're scaring me Cindy... " I whimpered.

"Most wives are a bit nervous on their wedding nights. Why should you be any different? Spread you legs for me, honey pot."

I could feel the strange synthetic skin of her hard appendage probing between my legs, pressing forcefully between my thighs toward the crack of my ass.

"Cindy! Please no!"

"Oh yes. I'm going to make sweet love to you tonight my little flower."

Using both hands, she forced my knees wide, then squirted a handful of KY jelly into her palm, and used it to lubricate her long, thick shaft.

"I don't understand," I said whispered desperately, as I stared at her frightfully large phallus. "Why would you want to do this to me?"

Using her slippery hands, Cindy lifted my calves up in the air, tilting my fanny up toward her big, glistening, frighteningly life-like looking cock.

"I've always been the Dominant partner in my relationships," Cindy said thoughtfully, sliding her gooey phallus up and down the cleft of my ass. "And I knew from the moment I met you that you were submissive."

The snout of her well-endowed extension found my virginal opening, and gave it a nudge.

"It's too big!" I cried.

"I know this probably all seems strange to you right now, but my beauty." She let her weight down o the base of her strapon. "Some day, once you get past your silly old-fashioned feelings about marriage... " I clenched my lower muscles tightly, trying to keep it out! "... you're going to realize that I'm right... " Bleating in panic, I felt Cindy relax more of her weight on her hips, forcing the fat head inside my tightly clenched little cherry. "... and we're both going to be quite happy together."

"It hurts!!" I shrieked as the fat head tore open my tiny little sphincter.

"Yes, my honey lamb, it's going to be painful the first time," my wife said, leaning forward driving the first inch deeper. "... as you lose your virginity."

I screamed! "Please stop!"

"... it's all a part of experiencing womanhood... "

"No more!"

"I'll go slow," Cindy said soothingly, leaning forward, with my ankles still up over her shoulders, kissing my cheek and my eyes. The kisses were a mere distraction from the pain lancing up my spine as her big, hard cock forcing its way deeper another inch deeper.

"It's much too big," I whimpered, tears welling up in my eyes.

She paused for a moment to let me catch my breath, and continued kissing me lovingly. "There, there my darling. I hate to see you in such pain. But I promise you, it won't always be this way. Once you get used to it, you're going to experience pleasures you never dreamed existed."

"Please don't do this to me," I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. I was a man, not a woman, and it chilled me to the bone to be treated this way.

"It's much too late to turn back now, my darling," she said kissing me. Holding me in place with her lips, she undulated her hips forward, driving half of her thick shaft inside me me.

When I tried to wiggle away, Cindy wrapped both arms around me, holding me in place. Firmly pushing her pelvis forward, I felt her drill deeper still, till finally her mighty plastic balls lay flush against my bottom. My inner lining felt like it was stretched around a baseball bat.

The only thing I'd ever felt there before was a small rectal thermometer my mother sometimes used when I was young, but that was a pin-head compared to this.

"Deep breaths, little one," my wife said soothingly, holding me tightly in place as I tried to wiggle away. "Relax. Relax. I know how it feels to be taken like this for the first time... and I want this moment to be as special for you, as it is for me."

When she lifted her hips withdrawing her weapon, and slid it back in me with one swift stroke, I let loose a high pitch wail that I never would have thought capable of coming from my vocal chords.

"It hurts," I wailed. My tight o-ring throbbed around the thick intruder.

Cindy looked at me, eyes blazing with something I'd never seen before. Lust. "Oh God, I love seeing you like this. You look so incredibly beautiful right now my pretty baby. So lovely. You have no idea wet I am right now!"

I cried and bleated like a bleeding lamb. As I lay there squirming beneath her on the mattress, I moaned and writhed, impaled to the core.

"Please take it out for just a minute," I begged.

"Hush now, unless you want everyone in the rooms around us to hear you," Cindy said laying flush on top of me. With my ankles over her shoulders, and her nose touching mine, she had me completely bent in two, with my feet over my head. "I admit, I've been dreaming of this moment for a long time now, my blushing bride. And I fully intend on ravishing you fully."

With that, she began gyrating her hips back and forth, thrusting her 8" phallus in and out of my virginal bottom.

Crying, trying to obey my wife because I knew this pleased her, breathing hard, I wiped my eyes and tried to calm myself. With each thrust I could see the passion and pleasure mounting in Cindy's face above me. She looked absolutely radiant. I'd never seen her more excited or more alive.

Slowly I felt the burning in my rectum begin to subside as the tight muscles of my sphincter began to relax and loosen. When the length of her shaft slid across my previously untouched prostate gland, I let out a surprised coo of pleasure.

Cindy chuckled. "There we are my darling. I found your G-spot." She continued at the same angle, slapping her pelvis against my upturned ass cheeks.

The harder and faster she pounded, incredibly I found myself growing aroused. My earlier impotence disappeared. Red faced and confused, I gasped as my own little penis stiffened and began to rise.

As her hips undulated rhythmically, Cindy reached between my legs and cradled my throbbing erection in her warm palm.

"Your body betrays you, kitten," she said, smiling down at me. "I'm glad. I'm glad that you are enjoying this as much as I am."

As she continued to make love to me, she stroked my turgid organ. At first I feared I would cum right away. My cries grew louder and louder as I grew closer to the edge, all of which seemed to excite Cindy even further.

Together we thrashed, humped, and bucked on the bed like two Mad Hatters, and insane as it sounds, we crossed the finish line simultaneously... together we orgasmed... each of us screaming out loudly as our bodies erupted.

She punctuated her seismic eruption with three final, strong, hard thrusts... each of which caused several watery droplets to shoot from my penis across my belly. My third orgasm of the night!

When her magnificently voluptuous body finally stopped shuddering and quaking, with her eyes drooping lazily, her mouth wide open, Cindy collapsed on top of me.

I squealed as she landed, thrusting her ever-rampant phallus deep inside me. Her sweaty breasts heaved against my flat chest. Her moist belly stuck to mine.

Beneath her, I squirmed and wailed. Now that I'd had an orgasm, the strapon buried inside me went from intensely pleasurable to horribly painful.

Cindy's body had completely shut down. She was still catching her breath, still caught up in the dreamy afterglow of pure bliss.

Gasping, crying out in pain, I wriggled off her huge cock. I lay there beneath her, both whimpering in painful humiliation at having been taken this way by my wife, yet at the same time my entire body felt utterly drained by the power of our mutual orgasm.

I'd never felt anything so intense in my entire life. It was the most intimate, soul-satisfying thing I'd ever experienced... and although it would take me a long time to admit it, somewhere deep inside I knew my entire life would never be the same.

Fading fast were the dreams I carried of playing the role of Cindy's proud husband. Gone were the images and photo albums of me playing the stereotypical male role. My heart beat rapidly as I lay beneath my wife, her greasy, erection jammed against my hip.

For the first time, understanding struck. And I knew. Our marriage wasn't going to be anything quite like what you on those old Nick At Night television shows they produced in the 1950's or 60's where the wife wore an apron and the man was the suit-wearing bread winner. Not even close.

After we both had recovered, Cindy made me run, weak-kneed to the bathroom for clean wash clothes and towels. I cleaned her weapon, after which she had me plant a kiss on the head. I blushed nervously, but did as she asked.

Once were both washed and refreshed, she pulled me into her arms and kissed me passionately. She patted my bottom as she smiled happily. "Don't try acting all coy. I know you loved it."

Embarrassed to the core, I tried turning away from her on the bed. She held me as firmly as a wrestler. It was still too new. Too humiliating to admit that my wife made a better man than I did.

"Don't act that way," Cindy cried, kissing me. "You were so worried that you wouldn't be able to please me by making love. Well, you did, wonderfully. Just not in the traditional way that you thought you would."

"I'd still like to try again," I said sheepishly. "To make love to you, as a man should."

Cindy lay back, with her arm around my shoulders, considering this. "Someday, if we decide we want children. I'll let you try again. But for right now, I have to be honest with you, my little cherub, I sincerely doubt you could never give me an orgasm in the old, traditional sense."

When I looked panic stricken and about to cry, Cindy pulled me closer and snuggled against me.

"Now please, don't take that as an insult, because it's not. It's just reality. I don't want to hurt your feelings... your little dicklet is quite cute ... but you're really not equipped to give a normal, healthy woman pleasure that way. But it's all right! I don't care about being penetrated. I really don't. Not so long as you go down on me with that magical tongue of yours, and not so long as I can make love to you with my strapon. We're going to have a wonderfully satisfying sex life together!"

I blushed, shuddering to think that for the rest of my days... years... Cindy would be using me that way. Then she smiled, and I just melted. She was so beautiful, as I lay there in the comfort of my wife's strong arms, my body still trembling from what had just happened, I wanted to surrender, but I still felt a certain confusion. How could she treat me this way, make love to me like that - and still respect me? Deep down in my subconscious still lurked notions that someday I would wear the pants in the marriage, that I would be able to please her as a man, and she would accept me as her traditional husband.

Of course, those kinds of thoughts slowly diminished and eventually disappeared. How could they not when at 7 a.m. the next morning, I awoke with my wife probing her KY-coated cock up and down the crack of my ass. The blunt head sniffed about like the cold, sticky snout of a blood hound searching for a rabbit hole.

I blinked, and tried to focus. I woke laying on my side, with Cindy behind me, and cried out weakly as her eternally erect cock slid across my prostate and kept on sliding till her hard balls lay flush against my ass.

"Good morning princess," Cindy whispered, kissing the back of my neck.

I tried to escape - with a squeal I fled from her thrust, rolled away from her and onto my belly. Like a mosquito, her pointy beak chased me, found my soft tender flesh and sank back inside me till her pelvis pressed against my tightly clenched ass cheeks.

"Please no!" I cried in a high pitched wail.

Cindy's nose nuzzled the long hair on the back of my head. "You're just going to have to get used to this, my little sweet bottom girl... because I love morning sex."

She made long, slow love to me. Although I tried to stay still and control myself, once she found my prostate, I could not help but begin to moan and thrash beneath her. The louder I groaned, the harder she pounded me... with long, deep strokes until once again both of us experienced a mutual, deeply soul-satisfying orgasm.

After we'd gotten showered and dressed and went out to breakfast, I didn't even argue with Cindy when she suggested I put on a pair of her shorts and one of her halter tops.

How could I, after she had just made love to me like that? Her position as the aggressor in bed, affected everything. I just couldn't argue with her. About anything.

As we sat in the diner across the street from the motel eating breakfast, Cindy chatting about our plans to return home, I slowly began to accept that Cindy was right. About everything. She was naturally Dominant. And I was naturally submissive. The roles just suited us.

So when we got back to the motel room, and my wife told me she wanted me to put on a little lipstick, or she wanted me back in the CB-2000 ... I meekly did as told.

"Let's go sit by the pool for a little and do some reading," Cindy said. When she handed me her woman's one-piece bathing suit with the fringe around the bottom... I didn't say a word. I just stepped into it and pulled it on.

Cindy smiled knowingly. Thankfully, she did not tease me about the noticeable change in my attitude.

So it went the rest of our vacation and mini honeymoon. After we left the pool and got changed, Cindy took me on the bus to the mall, where there was a Victoria's Secret, where she bought me all sorts of sheer lingerie to wear in bed.

She held a lacey white bra and a matching garter belt and panties set up against me, measuring it for size. "Let's go back into the dressing rooms. I think you should try this on before we go spending $49.99."

"Cindy!" I hissed. "The changing room is only for women."

Even though I had washed my clothes and wore a man's pair of khaki bermuda shorts and a fresh rock t-shirt, Cindy had made me put on a bra and panties underneath, and she had insisted on adding a flip to my long hair with her curling iron. She snorted and said, "My little darling, even in your boy clothes you still look like a femmy little girl. So be bold! Just behave like a woman, and people will believe what they see."

Feeling mortified from her holding various articles of lingerie up against my body for sizing, I exploded, "But what if I don't want to be a woman!" I erupted.

Cindy looked at me like a school teacher who'd caught me cheating on a test. "Don't you dare use that tone with me. You ungrateful little bitch." Nor did she whisper.

I glanced around the rows of Victoria Secret's lingerie around us. The other shoppers or the sales women hadn't overheard her. At least not yet.

"Please Cindy," I whispered. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound that way."

"All right then," my wife said, holding a long sheer, white negligee up against my frame, and examining it, trying to imagine what I would look like wearing it. "You were starting to sound like a regular spoiled brat. Please. This is our honeymoon. Let's just have some fun. Stop fussing about what other people think. What about what I think? Isn't that all that really matters?"

I gulped. "You're right, of course." At least she had lowered her voice. The last thing I wanted was a scene right in the middle of the store. I'd do anything to keep from attracting any attention.

"Good," Cindy said, carrying several hangers of lingerie she'd selected. "Come along. I want you to try these on."

Red-faced, unable to argue, I followed my wife into the woman's dressing rooms, through a pair of swinging saloon style doors into a row of flimsy wooden stalls made out of slats. Cindy led the way into a tiny booth, and closed the door behind us.

"Strip," Cindy said.

For the next fifteen minutes I modeled several teddies, merry widows and sheer camisoles for my wife, while around us, doors opened and closed constantly as women of all ages came and went trying on clothes.

"Try this on," she said handing me a long white negligee with love sleeves. The lace pattern was so sheer you could see right though it.

"Oh, I love that on you," Cindy said. "Try on this robe. It goes with it."

I pulled on a robe, and from my wife's reaction, you would have thought I won the Miss America beauty pageant.

"That looks lovely on you. Perfect."

I gazed at myself at the full-length mirror. With my shoulder length hair in a flip, and my slender figure, Cindy was right. I would have thought I would have looked ridiculous, but I actually didn't look bad. You could see my flat chest through the sheer lace, and the CB-2000 dangling between my legs was a dead giveaway - but my face and figure looked shockingly feminine.

"We'll take that too. You can wear your white panties with it."

She nodded approvingly as I tried things on. By the time we were done, Cindy was putting $500 worth of bras, panties, lacey teddies and sheer chemises on her charge card.

When we got back to the motel room, it was so warm and we were both sweaty from shopping, so we both climbed into the shower. As I adjusted the water and climbed in, Cindy joined me wearing her strapon.

When I looked at her nervously, she took the little key from the necklace around her neck and unfastened the CB-2000. When I was free, under the spray of water, she turned me against the wet tile wall, and entered me from behind. I squirmed and squealed as my wife thrust against my bottom, rubbing herself against the base of the dildo till we both experienced another shared orgasm.

In that regard, Cindy was clever. She trained me quite wisely, by only letting me out of chastity when she was wearing her strapon. That way I associated her making love to me with freedom and fulfillment.

It worked well. By the end of our vacation she had me begging her to make love to me. And she did too. In every position imaginable, on every piece of furniture in our little motel room... on the couch... on the floor... even outside at night on the balcony on one of the deck chairs.

The last I did under protest, horrified that we might be caught, but as I was learning, Cindy was quite adventurous, and very romantic. While she wore just her strapon, she bid me put on my new short, transparent white chemises, and led me outside. She sat on the deck chair, and pulled me onto her lap, and onto her hard cock, covering my mouth with her hand, so that I did not cry out.

As I sat on her lap moaning against her palm, she whispered into my ear, "Quiet little sissy. Just sit for a minute and catch your breath. That's it. Now I want you to slowly lift yourself up and down on my lap. Good, good. Slowly. Quietly. Mm... Yes. You look so pretty in your new nightie. I love watching my cock go in and out of you. You get me so hot!"

The night before we left, Cindy said she wanted to take a final stroll down by the beach. As we walked hand in hand down to the water's edge, admiring the moon, I couldn't have been happier. Even though I was wearing women's clothing, the same outfit with the white Capri pants Cindy'd had me wear when we said our wedding vows, over the past week I'd quickly become accustomed to wearing women's things. It was strange to admit, but it was going to be difficult to go back to wearing men's clothes. Unquestionably, wearing women's things was more exciting.

As we strolled along barefooted, Cindy wrapped her arm around my shoulders, and hugged me to her side. "The last time we were on the beach at midnight, you tried to make love to me. Remember?"

"That seems like a million years ago," I said, not wanting to think of my failure as a man.

"Well, tonight my darling, we are going to make up for last time," she said as we neared the water's edge, and began stripping off her clothes. "Get undressed. Lets go skinny-dipping."

Doing as I was told, I was surprised to discover my wife wore her strapon harness and eternally erect cock beneath her clothes. She stripped off everything but her huge 8" phallus. In the dim light, it almost looked real as he swayed between her muscular thighs.

I stood before her, thin and frail, wearing my plastic chastity cage locked between my legs.

"I'm not going to take your CB off," Cindy said slyly. "In payment for you cumming prematurely last time... you don't get to cum this time. You don't mind too much, do you darling?"

What could I say? As with everything else, I just meekly shrugged and followed her into the water.

We played in the warm, frothy surf like two happy, love-sick dolphins. Cindy was like an octopus, all hands and legs. She wrapped herself around me, throwing me around in the salt water like I was an inflatable toy, jabbing me with her sting ray.

I yelped and swam away from her, back toward the shore. "Don't get out of the water yet!" Cindy yelled and splashed at me. "The water is beautiful! Don't be such a sissy!"

As I ran out of the waves back toward where we'd left our towels, Cindy chased after me, and tackled me there on the edge of the surf on the sand. My wife pinned me down, as the foamy rushed around us... our mouths met and our souls seemed to melt together whenever our tongues touched.

Kissing is such a powerful aphrodisiac. My wife's strong legs pried apart my knees as I lay on my back on the sand, her wet hair in my eyes. She tried to penetrate me with her sandy prong. A wave practically covered me. As I coughed and spit out water, wiping the salt from my eyes, as easily as a wrestler, my wife flipped me onto my belly as the surf rushed around me.

There, on my hands and knees under the pale moonlight, my wife entered me from behind with nothing more than sea water for lubricant. I gritted my teeth on sand and cried out in pain and pleasure as she forced her hard cock inside my sore little hole.

Cindy fucked me long and hard. My poor little penis tried to lift its head, but was painfully restrained by my chastity cage. I was so used to experiencing mutual pleasure when we made love, that something unusual, that I'd never experienced before. I would have never thought it possible, but the pressure against my prostate trigged my own response.

As my wife howled at the moon like a shewolf, slapped vigorously against my salty, sandy wet ass cheeks, as she came, I experienced my first internal orgasm. Without even an erection, spasms fanned out from my inner gland and triggered a weak pulse in my penis, sending a long stream of clear gel from the tip of my cage to mingle with the shallow water rushing around my ankles and knees.

After she'd collapsed onto the sand, groaning and shuddering in the aftershocks of ecstasy, my wife gathered me into her salty arms and dripping hair and kissed me tenderly. "That is how you make love on the beach," she whispered.

By the time we left the motel and returned back to the city, I was as agreeable and docile as a good submissive housewife should be. With Cindy's help, I got rid of my apartment, sold all of my things, and moved into her loft in the city.

After we got back to the law firm, Cindy said we should start looking for a proper house. Together, we bought us a beautiful 3-bedroom house on an acre outside of town.

Right away, it became apparent that Cindy was the messy one, and I was "Miss Tidy" as she called me. So I ended up doing all the housework... and I was a better cook, so I ended up doing all of that too.

Cindy made three times my salary, so to make up for the fact that she was paying almost all of our bills, I tried to do my fair share by doing all the laundry and yard work outside.

In two months, Cindy convinced me to quit my job. "I'd rather you keep the house," she said simply. "I don't mind paying the bills. This way I don't have to fuss with anything at home, and you don't have to worry about paying for a thing. Deal?"

I readily agreed. Cindy got just what she wanted too. I treated her like a King, and waited on her hand and foot from the moment she got up in the morning, to the moment she drifted off to sleep at night.

By our third month together it didn't take much convincing on Cindy's part for me to throw away my male clothes. From that moment onward I was dressed entirely as a woman.

For some strange reason the more feminine I became, the more Cindy doted on me. I've never been exactly sure why, but as my hair grew longer, and I began doing my nails and waxing my eyebrows, I could tell Cindy's affection for me grew deeper, and she became increasingly more loving and affectionate.

When I bought my first little black cocktail dress and wore it out to dinner with her, her eyes sparkled all evening. I knew that look. That look of love and lust.

All I had to do was shave my legs, put on some nylons and a short skirt, and my wife is absolutely the horniest creature on the planet. She can't keep her hands off me.

All of which has had its effect on me. If slapping on a little lipstick and going to the hairdresser once a week keeps Cindy madly in love with me - I'll play the game, and learn to play it well.

Yes, at first it felt strange. I wasn't used to wearing high heels and padded bras or setting my hair. But I quickly realized that one of the beautiful things about women is how they pamper themselves. What was there not to like about bubble baths and pedicures?

This is not to say that our relationship or our lives are all about clothes and sex. Just like any other married couple in our neighborhood we go to church, we go to the theater and love to read books to one another. Cindy is a lot more than my wife and lover, she's also a wonderfully intelligent and funny. She'll always be my best friend.

The longer I've lived as a woman, I've found that I've lived in fear of being called a man in a dress. So I started going for laser electrolysis to get rid of the few stray strands of hair on my face. Even though it was painful, I'm finding that I'll do anything that will help me pass as a woman while I am out in public.

I even started exploring doctors for hormone replacement therapy and looking into therapists.

Amazingly, this was when Cindy began growing concerned. "If you start hormones, your little dicklet is not going to work. It'll get even smaller. The next thing you know, you'll be wanting a sex change. And I'm not sure I want that."

"I would never go that far," I said. "It's just that if I'm going to live as a woman, I want to be able to pass in public. That's all."

"I think you look quite passable the way you are pumpkin. Instead of going on hormones, why don't you just get little implants? That way when you wear something low-cut, no one would ever guess that you still have a penis."

So I'm scheduled for implants, but whole hormone thing is still on the back burner. It's strange. But initially I was so resistant to Cindy's attempts to feminize me, and now, suddenly it's become almost an addiction.

On our one year anniversary, Cindy and I returned to the Royal Hawaiian Hotel. The first night we were there we took our traditional stroll down the beach together.

As we began to undress down by the water's edge, my wife looked at me and said, "It's been a year since you last tried to make love to me. Tonight is yours my darling. If you'd like to try again."

I thought back to my feeble efforts and the magnificent way Cindy had tackled me and raped me in the surf.

I shuddered and shook my head. "No, my love." Although I'd once dreamed of penetrating Cindy, after a year of playing the role of her submissive housewife, it was no longer something I even thought about.

I looked at her. Naked under the moonlight, she looked as magnificent as ever. I watched as she removed the silver necklace with its tiny key hanging down between her beautiful breasts.

Cindy smiled as she removed my chastity cage, and said, "You do realize that in the entire year we've been married, you've never actually been inside of me. You should at least try. Once."

"I'm not even sure I can," I gulped.

She kissed me gently. "I told you once, that I would let you try again when I was ready to have children. Well, my love... It's up to you."

My wife lowered herself to her knees on the sand, and with a smile waved her shapely fanny at me just as she had done on our wedding night so long ago.

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