Fifty Shades Pinker: My Sissy Cuckold Life (Forced To Service My Wife's Interracial Lover)

Timid and runt-sized, Chris Jensen was twenty-three and still a virgin. He thought he had succeeded in finally getting his V-card stamped by marrying Sarah. He had convinced her to put off sex until their wedding night since every time a woman had seen how small his package was they either left him or laughed at him and left.



When Sarah discovers he could masturbate through the tines of a fork she's had enough of pretending to be a good girl. One phone call and her former lover is at the door. A Black guy big enough to play in the NFL who looks forward to joining forces with Sarah to turn Chris into a Sissy Cuckold forced to service his wife's lover.





(Warning: This absolutely adults only over 7,000 words story is so hot, your Kindle may melt. It features Sissy Boy Sex, Forced Feminization, Sissification, Crossdressing, Interracial sex, Cuckolding, and more!)



Excerpt:



When I opened the door I was facing a Black guy who looked like he could play for the NFL. He was wearing a white wife-beater what showed off his huge muscles and contrasted with the darkness of his skin.. "You know why I'm here." His voice was so deep I could feel my own chest vibrate. I stupidly stood there just staring at him and he pushed past me, nearly knocking me over



She jumped up so quickly her left boob nearly fell out of her top and flashed some nipple. Disgusted I watched him pull her to his broad chest and as she leaned into kiss him they both opened their mouths and they began a long and passionate kiss that never seemed to end. Finally he let her go and turned to look at me and laugh. "I need me some Jack Daniels up straight. Sarah will have a vodka and tonic." He glanced at her and she nodded.



"Sound great, baby. But I haven't had one for waaaaay too long. Hubby here only sips his sissy Chablis." They laughed at me. My face burned from the humiliation. When he glowered at me I hurried to fill his drink orders.



"Sarah, Sarah, " he sighed. He slammed down half of his drink. "What the hell you doin' with a loser like this?"



"Baby, he owns prime property and pulls in an impressive salary. I had spent so much time partying--god knows you were there for most of it. Then I had a scare with an overdose and decided I needed to back off for awhile. You'll laugh, but I even started attending a church because the hospital chaplain was a good guy and invited me."



She blew out a toxic cloud of smoke in my direction. "That lasted a couple of months. But I bought some pathetic clothes and looked like a f**king teabagger. I'd walk past my reflection in a window and not even recognize me. I told myself I was in self-imposed rehab. Can you believe I even stopped wearing make-up? I got so good at losing myself I found him."



I thought she had finished, but she took a mouthful of her cocktail and started up again. "Then I met him and decided he was better than nothing and I was f**king tired of sleeping at the Church shelter.



"He slipped a ring on my finger and then I discovered I could have slipped that ring on his pathetic dick and it would have fallen off, he's so small." She took another drink and then snuffed out her cigarette on the coffee table, leaving a burn mark. "I didn't even know they made dicks that size. If his cock was chocolate it couldn't fill a M & M.. I was so f**king angry at him, Baby." She caressed the dark stubble on his cheek. "I knew I had to get back to being Sarah again. I needed to embrace my inner whore," she laughed and so did he.