In Too Deep. A story by Brian Masters

Well I finally got started on the new story. Tell me what you think so far please. I'd especially love to hear from some Dominant Bulls. Maybe with suggestions? Hit me at sisswriter at protonmail dot com if this is too public.

In Too Deep

Part One

I couldn't stop glancing at the clock as I massaged my wife's dainty feet. Her lover was moving in today and would be here any minute. I know this was all my idea, I'd been the one to bring up the cuckolding idea, but now that it had gone this far, I was feeling apprehensive. My wife, Sue, and her boyfriend, Hank, had been seeing each other for over a year and he'd made the decision to move into our house. I hadn't been consulted of course. Sue was so excited at the prospect of having her lover as a full-time bed mate that I never stood a chance of changing her mind.

My lovely wife had never been satisfied with my performance in bed and had suffered in silence for several years before voicing her displeasure. My penis is quite laughable if I'm being honest. It's underdeveloped and has a hair trigger. Like most men I'd measured it and was depressed to find it topped out at just under five inches. Add to that the fact that my balls are also tiny, they look like marbles, and you'll understand her disappointment. Sue had always been kind to me until she began to have sex with Hank and now, she called me her two-pump chump.

It was the night of our fifth anniversary that she'd finally had enough. I had climbed on top of her all excited, and after a mere thirty or forty seconds, I came. She lost her temper and said, "Seriously Brian? What the fuck? Reach in the nightstand and get my vibrator. I guess I'll be taking care of myself again."

I was embarrassed but thought it was just a heat of the moment outburst. I grabbed the vibrator and made to crawl under the covers to make her cum when she stopped me with, "No, you'll just fuck that up too. Give it to me and go downstairs to watch tv or something. I can't even look at you right now."

I slinked out of the room and crept to the living room where I sat in the dark red-faced and ashamed for hours. The next day, Sue went to work, and I stayed home as usual. I was unemployed and having trouble finding work, so my wife was the bread winner while I played the role of house husband. I know, I'm such a wimp.
Anyway, I spent the day doing chores and researching how to satisfy my wife, and oh what a rabbit hole I fell into. I learned all about the concept of cuckolding and what it meant to be a poorly endowed sissy husband. I found that many couples had a surrogate or bull who pleased the wife when the husband was unable.

It was a downhill run from that point on. I brought it up to Sue and was both amazed and distressed by how quickly she jumped onboard. Within a week we were searching for a man to take her to bed, and in a fortnight, she went out with Hank. That was a year ago. They'd been fucking two or three nights a week, sometimes at his apartment but mostly here in our marital bed while I slept in the spare room. And today he was moving in with us.

My darling wife was fidgeting in anticipation as I massaged her feet. We were awaiting the arrival of her big dicked lover and both feeling completely different emotions over the prospect.

I looked at her with love and admiration as I worked. Sue is tall for a woman at five foot nine and has a killer body. Her breasts are huge but still firm and pointed straight out from her chest. She wears a bra sized 42EE and with her perfectly shaped bubble butt, she looks like a pinup girl from the 50's. Her shoulder length hair is wavy and naturally blonde. It frames her beautiful face perfectly. Her tiny button nose crinkles when she smiles and her lush, full lips make men stop and stare. She has bright blue eyes and a lyrical laugh. No one understands how she wound up with me. Especially not her parents. And I suspect mine as well.

As for Hank? He's the male equivalent of Sue but black as night. Tall, muscular, handsome, intelligent, hung like a stallion, and funny. He's perfect. I worry all the time that she'll leave me for him, but she loves me, I know that. And I adore her.

"Now remember Bri" my wife started, "Everything that's happening is all on you. You started this whole thing and talked me into it. Now that I'm in and enjoying myself, I don't want you doing anything to ruin it all. I was perfectly happy with the way things were and, well, no I wasn't. I was satisfied with things. Haha, no that's not right either. I was content. But now I'm thrilled! Hank is an amazing lover and I've never been so happy. I love you with all my heart darling, you are my husband forever. But damn can Hank fuck. And he's so charming. It'll be lovely having such a man's man living here with us. Maybe we can finally get some of our home repairs taken care of since you've never been man enough to handle them. Oh, rub harder on my heel sweetie, that's it, that's the spot."

I spent the next 20 minutes massaging Sue's feet while she played on her phone and quietly hummed to herself. Without saying a word to me, she stood up and headed upstairs to freshen up while I washed the smell of her feet from my hands in the kitchen. Just as I finished, I heard the front door open and rushed to find Hank entering the house. He didn't bother to ring the bell.

"Oh, it's you," he said with obvious annoyance. "Go get my bags from the car then start unloading the Haul It trailer. I'll be upstairs with my lady."

He didn't even wait for the weak response of "Yes Sir" I muttered at his retreating back. I scurried out to his Escalade and began unloading his belongings. By the time I got all of Hank's suitcases inside, I could hear my wife's soft moans drifting down from our bedroom and I knew they would be a while. I spent the next few hours bringing in box after box of Hank's things from the trailer and found myself completely out of breath by the time I finished.

I was just about to sit down and relax when my beautiful wife and her lover came down the stairs looking flush from their wanton exercise. Hank wore only his boxers and Sue had on her robe and nothing else. They looked amazing. Like movie stars descending the stairs in a romantic film.

Hank said, "The fuck you doing boy? Start hauling my shite upstairs and get everything unpacked. I notice you have already moved your stuff out of mine and Sue's room so get my things organized and put them away. You'll find an email I sent you describing exactly how I like my clothing stored in drawers and closets."
I was so tired I just sat there for a second staring at them when Hank bellowed, "Now boy, move!"

As I scampered to obey, I saw Sue slap Hank's arm playfully and say to him in a giddy voice, "You're so mean, hahaha!"

Sue and Hank exited out the back door and to the hot tub while I worked away hauling suitcases and boxes up the stairs and into my former bedroom. Following Hank's rigid instructions via email, I went about organizing his clothes in what had been my drawers and closet. I was blushing fiercely and found it difficult to concentrate as my little penis began to stiffen from the hummiliation of handling another man's underwear.

I could hear the two lovers laughing happily in the backyard tub while I worked, and this only added to my degradation. My wife and another man were living the life I had once shared with her and to my total disgust, I was getting turned on. My penis isn't big enough to be pressed in by my clothing, so the sensitive little head kept brushing against my panties while I worked. Yes, I said panties. Sue's idea she says, but I suspect Hank had a hand in it. She told me it was so I would always remember that I was no longer the man of the house, if I ever was, and that only Hank could claim that title.

After a few more hours Sue and Hank came back inside just as I was finishing breaking down the boxes from Hank's move. He grinned and shook his head as he watched me work while he walked my wife through my house with his hand on her ass. The couple headed upstairs as Sue said, "We're going out for dinner tonight, Bri, so you'll have to fend for yourself. Open a can of pasta or something. While we're gone, I want you to start thinking of ways to make yourself useful around here. Hank and I can't be bothered with the mundane chores of maintaining a house."

To that Hank said, "Actually BriBri, type up a list of what you think your responsibilities around here should be for my review. Sue says you're lazy, so I think I'll need to keep an eye on you."

Sue giggled and said to him as they climbed the stairs, "You're gonna make my poor hubby cry, you're so mean." They both laughed and went into the bedroom.

Part Two

During the first week of our new arrangement, I found myself working harder than I ever had at any job. I had thought the list Hank had asked for was quite extensive when I'd handed it to him, but he and Sue added an additional two pages of chores. I was now taking care of all household chores no matter how menial or degrading.

I had to get up early every weekday to make breakfast for my wife and her lover and to take care of any additional requirements they may have before heading off to work. I then spent the days doing laundry, cleaning and scrubbing every room in the house, cooking dinner, and well, being a domestic servant in my own home. Hank and Sue did nothing at all around the house and in fact started teasing me by calling me the maid.
That Saturday the two of them spent the evening sipping wine in the hot tub and by midnight came back into the house giggling like coconspirators in some prank. To say I was nervous is a gross understatement.
Sue said, "So Bri, Hank had a wonderful idea and I agree with it wholeheartedly. We think maybe you need a uniform for your work as a maid."

I stuttered, "Uuunifform?" To which Hank looked sternly at me and said, "Yeah, I think there needs to be a clear delineation of our roles around here. I mean it make me uncomfortable knowing you're here all-day dressing like a real man while you clean my piss splatter from the toilet seat."

Sue actually snort laughed at this and turned her back to me as she laughed. I looked pleadingly at Hank and asked, "What kind of uniform were you thinking sir?"

"Oh, I think you know Tiny. I think you know it quite well. I mean we've all seen your porn collection. Haha, I should say, extensive porn collection. Damn, you white boys rub your tiny peckers a lot don't you boy? Anyway, you know exactly what kind of maid's uniform to get, so get online and order some nice maid's outfits. And be sure to go all the way, your performance here will go a long way in making me happy, so make sure you buy exactly what you think I'll enjoy seeing you in. You got me boy?"

I said, "Yes Sir", as my eyes started to fill with tears. I was mortified! I truly believed I was going to cry, so I panicked and mumbled an excuse to leave the room. As I darted into the hallway, I could hear Sue giggling and whispering to her man, "I just love how well you take control baby. It gets me hot to see how my hubby scampers to obey you."

I raced to my room and logged onto my laptop to begin my search for a suitable uniform. Hank was right, I knew exactly what he wanted me to buy. My hands were shaking from the overwhelming hummilition. Could I really do this? I mean panties were one thing, but this would be beyond anything I'd ever expected. Sue and Hank would have no secrets, so I was required to give them all my passwords. I knew they'd found all my sissy and BBC porn. I'd heard them laughing for hours as they read through my stories and watched all the vids I'd bookmarked. They knew all my sissy secrets now. So, this was a big step for me. If I wanted this arrangement to continue, I'd have to take the plunge. I knew that. If I disobeyed the large, black, man who was fucking my wife, this may all end. And I was quite worried about how it would end for me. I know Sue loves me and would never leave me, but this could strain our marriage. I knew I had to follow through, if not for her happiness, then for my own.

And so, I went all out. I bought the stereotypical sexy maid dress, complete with stockings, elbow length gloves, the frilly lace hat, a pair of black women's shoes, and a blonde wig that would stop at my shoulders in a Bob Cut. I purchased 5 different styles of each item so I could have a different look every weekday. I sobbed out loud when I clicked the Purchase Button.

Where I fucked up though was in not checking the box asking if I wanted the packaging to be nondescript. So, each package had a picture on the front showing the item inside. Yes, there was a box with pictures of Sissy Maid Dressed. A box that showed pics of multicolored stockings and another with panties. It was a nightmare. A nightmare made worse by the fact that our delivery driver was also our neighbor. A 300 pound, hairy, muscular, black man named Jerome. The man hated me ever since I called the police with a noise complaint over the music playing during his 4th of July party.

And now I had to stand there blushing as he handed me those boxes one at a time, smirking confidently at me the entire time.

"So, these seem a bit large for your wife there Bri." He said.

I mumbled, "There a gift for someone who's a friend of ours that you don't know." Sounding like an idiot.
Jerome smiled and said, "Uh huh, Say neighbor, I was wondering about that brother I've seen entering and leaving your house every morning and evening. He a 'friend' too?"

I was shaking in fear and shame as I tried to explain our current living situation. I thought I was ready to talk about it but my embarrassment rose up and struck me stupid. I said, "Oh um, you must mean Hank. Yes, um he's um, a friend yes. A friend of Sue's. That she knows. And is friends with. Um, yeah, he's staying with us for a while as he's new to the area and needed a place to crash. So, Sue, being such a nice person and devoted, um, friend. She, um, well she invited him to stay with her, with us I mean! With us for a while."

Jerome glared at me like he wanted to slap my face for being such a sissy wimp. He shook his head and said, "That would be the day I'd invite some dude into my house if I had a fine ass wife like yours. Damn boy, you better keep an eye on that ****. Know what I'm saying?"

"Oh, haha, no, um, no. I don't worry about, um, that. My Sue is my soul mate." Fuck I'm so bad at this. I pray Jerome doesn't figure this out. I stand there holding breath, hoping he doesn't know about cuckolding and sissy feminization. Oh, fuck what if he does? I'll just die if the neighbors find out.

Jerome gives me another disgusted look then turns back to his truck. I hear him muttering, "Fucking sissy white boy. His fine ass wife is probably fucking that brother."

I was so ashamed and nervous that I practically raced back into the house. Of all the people to come so close to finding out about us, it had to be that bullying bastard, Jerome. He'd always been mean to me since the day Sue and I moved in. But he's always sweet and charming with my wife. She sometimes plays it up, saying things to me like, "Maybe we should have picked Jerome for my Bull." Or, "Damn, look at Jerome over there washing his car. What a six pack he has. Don't you wish you had a man's body BriBri?"

It was unnerving. I couldn't stand the thought of all my neighbors knowing our secret. Didn't want to have to face them in the street if they knew what was happening behind closed doors at our house.
As I was laying out my new clothes on the bed for Hank's and Sue's approval, I noticed something lying on my nightstand. It was a folder from a contractor with a bid for some renovations. To my room! My head swirled when I saw the room was to be divided in half, one half a much smaller bedroom and the other half, a walk-in closet. There was a drawing of a four post, canopy bed, and the paint color key showed the walls would be redone in shades of pink.

I heard the happy couple returning from work, giggling at some private joke. I sat there on my bed that was covered in my new sissy outfits, near tears over the plans for my room. This was all beginning to spiral, and I needed to get a grip on things before it was too late. As Hank and Sue made their way upstairs to change out of their work clothes, I decided it was time to have a talk with them both over how far we were going to take things.

End of Parts One and Two