Double Booked: Part 10

At the top of the stairs my wife stops and looks at Rosemary and I with a suspicious eye. Perhaps it was the tense silence in the room or maybe it was Rosemary’s smug grin combined with my flushed and flustered expression, either way Daisy sensed that something was afoot. Her chipper grin quickly fades as her scarlet brows furrow.

“What’s…going on up here?” She asks as she comes to stand beside me. Lowering her tone to a whispers she says. “What’d she say to you, baby?” Without even waiting for a reply she snaps at Rosemary. “What did you say to my husband?”

Greatly entertained by Daisy’s spunk Rosemary picks up her mug and shifts to face us more directly.

Irked by Rosemary’s amusement my wife looks to me. “Jeff! Don’t let her talk down to you. Stand up for yourself.”

“You seem to be doing a good job of it yourself.” Rosemary says with a twinkle in her eyes. “You are a feisty one.”

“I’ll show ya feisty!” Daisy says. “Jeff! Tell her to…”

“Don’t you dare ask Jeffrey to fight your fights for you.” Rosemary cuts her off. “You know damn well he’s not that kind of man.”

“You’re gonna tell me what kind of my husband is!?”

“I’m saying that if you’ve got something to say, say it. Do you wear the skirt in your relationship or don’t you?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Daisy…” I say softly.

“Shush, darling.” Rosemary lays a hand on my thigh. “The women are speaking now.” She pats my leg. “Go make your lovely wife a coffee, hm?”

I look up to a confused Daisy. “Would…you like a coffee?”

“Well…yeah.” She says, her temperature coming down as it became obvious that there was no bad blood happening between Rosemary and I. “What’s going on here?”

I look back to Rosemary. “Go ahead, Jeffrey.” She says. “We’ll take it from here.” I peer up at my wife for a few seconds then get up to go do as I was told. “Your Jeffrey is a good man.”

“I know that.” Daisy says defensively. “What’s going on, Rosemary?”

“Sit down, my dear.” She pats the spot beside here where I’d just been sitting. After a slight hesitation Daisy sits. “Your husband was telling me that the pair of you were interested in…expanding your horizons, shall we say.”

“He did!?” Daisy turns and looks over at me. “You told her?”

“Don’t blame him. I coaxed it out of him.” She laughs. “He’s just a man. It’s not like he had a choice.”

“I’m not mad.” Daisy says. “I’m just surprised. And…a little bit proud. It’s not like him to be so forward about sex. Especially with a stranger.” She smiles at me. “You really did that, babe?”

“He did.” Rosemary answers for me.

“Last night really had an effect on you.” My wife giggles. Turning back she asks. “You should have seen him last night. He couldn’t get enough of me.”

“I am aware.”

“What did he say? Tell me.”

“Well…the first thing he said is that he loves you very much.”

“Awwww!” She looks a me with a besotted pout. “I love you too, baby!”

I express my love in return with an adoring smile. With the tension falling and Rosemary taking control of the situation I felt ten times more at ease than a moment ago. This was all happening WAY faster than I expected. I had thought Daisy and I would have a chance to talk about things again in the sober light of morning. But now that the ball was rolling and Rosemary was taking the lead I was actually happy for it. If it had been left to me I might have chickened out.

“I tried to come on to him.” Rosemary says. “But he insisted on waiting for you. He may be a submissive and horny little femboy but damn if he isn’t loyal.”

“Pff! Femboy!?”

“As if you didn’t notice.” Rosemary nudges my wife who giggles.

“What else did he say?”

“Well, he told me that he’s never had a threesome.”

“He hasn’t.” Daisy says with rising hope and excitement. If she was surprised by the pace of things she certainly hid it well.

“Hardly seems fair, does it?

“What?”

“Him being the only one of us not to enjoy such a pleasure.”

“Me?”

Rosemary gives her a ‘bitch, please’ kind of look.

My wife chuckles. “Okay, guilty.” Daisy had had a threesome before!? What else had she done that I didn’t know about. Relaxing more she leans slightly in Rosemary’s direction as the older woman slides an arm across the back of the sofa behind her. “What else did my naughty husband say?”

“He asked me if I’ve ever been with a woman. And he asked me if I’d like to be with one again.” She answers. “I believe he was offering you to me.”

“He offered me to you!?” Daisy glances my way with a devilish grin. “Jeff! Where has this side of you been hiding all this time?”

“He’s been waiting for you to bring it out of him.” Rosemary begins to twirl her middle finger through my wife’s red curls. A pang of jealousy pierces my heart and sends a fresh rush of blood into my dick. “He also told me that he wanted his wife to feel a real cock, even if it couldn’t be his.”

“Oh my God!” Daisy laughs as my cheeks warm. “Well, that certainly tracks with what he was saying last night.”

“Do tell.”

My wildly arousing embarrassment reaches new heights as Daisy, with a mischievous glance my way, leans in to whisper in Rosemary’s ear. As the sexy goth laughs and my lusty wife giggles I knew damn well that Daisy was telling her about how she’d belittled my penis and performance the night before. That rush of blood suddenly had nowhere left to go as in record time I’d popped a steel hard erection. I hadn’t even begun making Daisy her coffee so distracted was I by their conversation but now I’d been struck paralyzed by my erotic shame.

“Ha ha ha! Ohhh, Jeffrey! Daisy!” Rosemary says. “You are a delight!”

“I’ve never seen him cum so hard or so quick.” Daisy reports proudly. Then, with a downright evil grin, she adds. “And he’s usually pretty quick at the best of times. Isn’t that right, baby?”

With that brutal blow to my manly ego I have to grab the counter to steady myself. My head was light, my heart drumming, and my penis so hard that it ached I shudder with uncontrolled arousal.

“Your wife asked you a question, Jeffrey.”

Through shaky breaths I nod. “I’m usually quick. Too quick.”

“A prejac and a femboy? Mmm.” Her lips curl to smile as she purrs. “And he tells me that he’s not enough for a real woman like you.” Rosemary coaxes my wife further. “Is this true?”

“I can’t believe he told you that.” Daisy says, both playfulness and horniness rising in her tone.

“He’s been dying to let it out.” Rosemary says. “But is it true? Is he lacking down where it counts?”

“Well…” Daisy keeps glancing back and forth between Rosemary and I. I’m not sure if she was giving me a chance to use our safeword but she was she wasn’t going to hear it. I was more on the edge of my seat for her answer than anybody. She finally giggles. “Let’s just say my Jeff is more on the…erm…petite side of things down there. Yeah, that’s a nice word. Petite.”

“Heh, heh! The complete package, is he? This I must see!” Rosemary beckons me over. “Never mind the damn coffee, boy. Come over here.”

“Um.” I glance down at the tent in my jammies.

“He he he!” Daisy titters. “I think we made him hard.”

“All the better.” Rosemary says. “Come along, darling. Don’t leave us waiting.”

After a moment to compose myself I cross my hands over my bulge, bow my head, and return to the women.

“He is a good boy, isn’t he?” Rosemary says, pleased with my obedience. “Right here, darling.” She waves her left hand, the hand that laid upon the armrest and was the opposite of Daisy. With no argument from my wife I shuffle over to that side of the sofa. “Closer.” She curls a finger to summon me. I step closer. “Right there.” Swatting my hands away she says. “Stop covering up, boy. I wish to see you.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” I put my hands to my sides.

When she sees my tent a snicker escapes her. I flinch, fighting the urge to cover myself, as my libido raged from the embarrassment. Behind her, now fully on the seat of the sofa on hands and knees, Daisy watched in rapt fascination with wide glimmering eyes.

“Go ahead.” Rosemary nods.

“Go…ahead?” I squeak, my voice suddenly as dry as the Sahara.

“Let’s see it, Jeffrey.” She says. “Let’s see that little dicklet. I could use a good laugh this morning.”

My heart is thrumming in my ears. My sweaty hands grip the legs of my pants. My breath is short and my whole face burned. From Rosemary’s dominant smirk my gaze pans to my wife. She smiles a big enthusiastic smile and nods for me to obey. I swallow hard, hook my thumbs into the waistband of my pajamas, then in the full light of day in front of these two staring women I push my pants down to mid-thigh.

My dick bends down with the lowering of my bottoms then springs back up into a rock hard salute the moment it was past the waistband. With nowhere to hide my thin, pale, four and a half inches, grape size testes and the wispy blond pubes surrounding them are revealed in all of their ‘glory’.

“Oh!” Rosemary gasps as her gray eyes bulge wide. “Oh no! Ohhh no! No, no, no!” She looks up to me and then down again. “Oh, Jeffrey!” After a moment of pure, searing humiliation her jaw clenches, her fist balls up and covers her mouth, and she is forced to close her eyes and look away. It was an odd reaction. I couldn’t tell if she was holding back laughter or lust.

“He he he!” Daisy titters. “That’s my man! He he he!” She looks up at me. “Isn’t he the cutest?”

A few seconds pass of silence. Each passing second felt like an hour. Even in front of Daisy I rarely showed myself so plainly in bright lights and outside the bedroom. Even more rare was I hard when it happened. Seeing my undersized pecker in this context was nearly as new to her as it was to Rosemary. In this big open room, standing all on its own, under illumination that revealed everything, my dick had never looked more meager. The amusement in my wife’s big green eyes told me she was seeing it the same as me.

And what of Rosemary? She couldn’t even bear to look at me. I was as big as I could get and still small by any measure. Any woman with eyes would have recognized it, but what must a woman like Rosemary be thinking? With a cock that so UTTERLY dwarfed my own how pitiful must I look in her eyes? I was nothing compared to her. She was more ‘man’ than I would ever be, and she was woman! Each second that passes is torturous, emasculating, and absolutely delicious. My pale white ‘dicklet’ twitches with wild excitement as it awaits her response.

“Daisy.” Rosemary whispers, her eyes still clenched shut. Her fist was clenched so hard that her knuckles were turning white. “Where…oh where…did you ever find this man?”

“Huh? Oh. Mutual friend sort of thing.”

Rosemary takes in a long breath then lets it out slowly, her tense body relaxing with the escaping breath. When she opens her eyes again she is is back to her old self again. With the eyes of a mountain lion locking onto its prey she turns her head back to me and begins to look me up and down.

“I’d brought a sissy cage for the worthless piece of fuckmeat that I was supposed to meet here. I was going to offer it to you, Daisy, to put your man into chastity.” A low, devilish chuckle comes up from deep in her chest. “But what would be the point?”

“Do they even make cages that small, Rosemary?” Daisy teases me with a wink. “Do they make’em in extra small?

“Oh, they do.” Rosemary replies. “Though I would sooner add cola to a Grand Cru than sully this perfect baby dick with bars.” She licks her lips, the fingers of her right hand slowly gliding up and down her ample cleavage as she stared. “Jeffrey needs no cage. A cage signifies a power contained, a threat controlled, virility shackled, but his pitiful little sissy stick is no threat to anybody. Why, it’s barely more than a clit. There is nothing we could do to him that God didn’t do already. In short…” With eyes burning with desire she lets out a shuddering sigh as her voice softens to a whisper. “…he’s perfect!”

“Mmm!” I mewl softly, my hands clenched at my sides, as the women stare and mock. My shame grows as before our eyes a little drop of precum sprouts at my tip to glitter in the rays of morning sun.

“Geez!” Daisy says. “He’s already leaking!”

Rosemary turns to my wife and strokes her red locks. “You poor, poor thing!

“Huh?”

“It is so much worse than Jeffrey described. I can’t imagine how badly you need it.” Daisy gazes into the other woman’s eyes and I watch that same hypnotic power that I had felt wash over her. “You poor, poor little slut of a wife.”

With that the black silk that had been concealing the monster below begins to rise.

Part 11