Keep it going

You sit on the edge of the bed, laptop open, reading the kinky story your husband crafted. A slow smile spreads across your face as you absorb the details. It's every bit as lurid and depraved as the videos he's been watching. Apparently, he has a thing for small penis humiliation and **** feminization now, with a homoerotic bent. Who knew?

In the story, your husband portrays himself as your "wife," instructing you to seduce two college studs at a bar. He describes how you'd lead them back to your hotel room, where he'd size up their cocks, ultimately picking a winner to fuck you raw while making the loser submit to a humiliating hypnosis session that would shrink his dick and feminize him.

You can almost hear him giggling in yours as you read, and a flush of excitement warms your skin. This game of erotic storytelling has brought a new level of intimacy and kink to your relationship, and you're eager to keep the naughty exchange going.

You close the laptop and turn to your husband, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Alright, baby, it's my turn now. Get comfortable and let's see what you think of my continuation."

He settles in beside you, slipping a hand under your shirt to play with your abs as you open a new document. You begin to write:

As the winner of the size comparison, Tyler was eager to show off his skills. He pounced on you, peeling off your clothes with greedy hands. His 8-inch cock sprang free, throbbing with anticipation. You reached for it, guiding him to your dripping entrance.

With a grunt, Tyler plunged in, immediately setting a rugged pace. You moaned, wrapping your long legs around his waist as he pounded away, his pelvis slapping against your ass with lewd ****. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin and your pleasured cries.

Across the bed, a dejected loser, now reduced to a limp 4 inches thanks to the hypnosis, watched with a mix of shame and arousal. He'd been **** to don a lacy bra and thong, his slender, effeminate body now more feminine than masculine. The sight of you being thoroughly fucked by Tyler only heightened his desire, making him wish he could join in on the action.

Your husband leans in to read over your shoulder, his breath hot against your ear. "Mmm, nice start," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the curves of your breasts through your shirt. "But I think I know where you're heading with that. Don't you dare leave out the best part!"

You wink at him, a devious plan already forming in your mind. This is going to be even steamier than you anticipated. You continue writing:

Tyler's thrusts grew more erratic as he chased his orgasm, his balls slapping against your tender flesh. You could feel him swelling inside you, ready to erupt. With a hoarse shout, he buried his cock to the hilt and started to come, flooding your pussy with his hot seed.

At the same time, the loser, now completely under the spell of the hypnosis, felt an inexplicable urge to present himself to you. He crawled over, presenting his shrunken, soft cock for your inspection. "Please, wife," he begged, his voice higher and more feminine than before. "Use me however you want."

Your eyes locked with the loser's, a wicked smile playing on your lips. "Oh, I think I will," you purred, guiding his mini-meat into your mouth. You sucked on it playfully, reveling in the forbidden taste of your husband's humiliation.

Tyler, still balls deep inside you, whimpered at the sight, his cock twitching with renewed arousal. "Fuck, is he... eating him?" He groaned, his hips starting to move again, fucking you even harder in a **** bid to reclaim the attention.

The loser, lost in his own haze of pleasure, began to buck wildly, his tiny cock sliding in and out of your mouth. You moaned around it, savoring the sensation of him using you as his personal cock sleeve.

As Tyler's climax approached, you reached down to fondle his balls, coaxing out every last drop of his release. At the same time, you led the loser in a series of clumsy, jerky thrusts, only prolonging his own orgasm.

When they finally spent themselves, you released the loser's dick with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his shrinking member. The loser, now fully feminized, looked up at you with a mix of gratitude and adoration in his eyes, his voice soft and breathy. "Thank you, wife. That was incredible."

Tyler, still buried inside you, let out a sigh of contentment. "Man, I thought that was hot, but... damn." He pulled out, his cock giving a final, pitiful twitch before slipping back into his pants. "You two are something else."

You smiled at him, a wicked glint in your eye. "Just waiting for your next story, baby. Let's see how depraved you can get this time."

With a chuckle, your husband shut the laptop and pulled you into a kiss, his hands roaming over your curves. "Oh, I've got plenty of ideas. But for now, let's just enjoy the afterglow and maybe take a little trip down memory lane. There are still a few of those college vids you haven't watched yet, aren't there?"

You grinned, already looking forward to the next installment of your kinky exchange. "Oh, definitely. And I think it's time we introduced some new characters, don't you?"

Together, you settled in for a private film festival, the laptop open in front of you and a pile of sinful stories at the ready. The night was young, and so were your desires. Bring on the depravity!